Date: Fri, 2 Apr 2010 21:16:55 -0700
From: George Billy <threesummerstory@gmail.com>
Subject: Three Summers - Eric pt. 1

So readers, thanks for all the great reviews. Sorry for the length
between chapters. I decided Im going to tell the story out of order
and switch between all three summers until we finally reach the end
where you find out who Trent settles with. This is the first part of
the 2nd summer, don't worry, Austin will be revisited, but this takes
place after that first summer.  Without further ado, here is the next
installment. I apologize for it's length, but I couldn't find a better
place to stop.

The Second Summer: Eric

  After that first summer with Austin, I was ready for something more
serious. I had accepted that whatever the hell we were doing was gay
and I loved it.
  However all senior year it seemed I couldn't even find someone to
mess around with, let alone go steady with. Austin visited from his
out of state college once or twice, but it was one of those
"just-looking-for-a-good-time" flings. He was dating girls and I knew
my summer with him was over.
  Though there were a few handjob and blowjobs in the locker room, it
was until after graduation, the summer before i went off for my first
year of college, that I was back in the game.

  His name was Eric. A recently divorced, twenty-something year old
bachelor who moved right next door. He had apparently gotten married
right out of high school only to have it fall through and leave him
young and lonely. Needless to say, my mom felt for the poor bastard
and sent me over to his house to offer him assistance with unloading
that first moving truck.
  I remember snickering to myself and making a dirty joke of it all,
"Assistance. Poor guy probably can't even blow a load anymore." but
the laughing stopped right after I rang that doorbell.
  Eric opened the door wearing a dark blue tanktop, shorts and flip
flops. He had reddish, blonde hair, deep blue eyes, tiny freckles
around his nose and about his flawless smile. He had HUGE muscles on
his arms and shoulders. Dark tufts of hair peeked out from his exposed
armpits and hair covered his arms and the parts of his pecs I could
see through his tanktop. God what I would have given to see more.
  Needless to say I instantly had a boner.  I struggled to adjust my
stance and tell him I was his neighbor. I had already created a few
awkward seconds taking in his gorgeous body.
  "I'm...I'm Trent. Your uhh...neighbor. I wanted to know if you need
any assistance with uhh anything." I wasn't sure if  Eric grinned and
raised his eyebrows or it was just my hopeful imagination, but I
quickly added, "Moving wise of course."
  "I'm Eric," he said. I made a mental note of the name of the star of
my next wet dream, "and I would love some help. None of my buddies
were able to help me move so Im just here doing it by myself." I
noticed a hint of disappointment or depression in his beautifully
water colored eyes.
  "Douchebags." I tried to lighten the mood.
  "Nah... They're all on a weekend retreat with their wives. They
invited me to go, but I didn't wanna by a 3rd wheel."
  "Aww." I felt sad for the guy and rubbed his arm a second in
sympathy. It was soooo hard....
  "Ehh it's fine," he said. He looked me in the eyes and for a second
I wasn't sure exactly what was gonna happen. His fingers hooked around
the bottom of his tanktop and ripped it off. Before I could orgasm
right then and there, he threw it in my face and ran past me yelling,
"Let's get started!"
  I held his shirt to my nose for a second, taking in his masculine
scent. I then quickly dropped it and ran after the shirtless hairy god
who was now apparently my neighbor.
  I stopped shoulder to shoulder with him at the back of the moving
truck. There were about twenty different sized boxes and lamps and
mattresses left, but I was still admiring his physique rather than at
his possesions.
  He had broad pecs, nice abs (not as good as Austin's, but I'd never
find a sixpack to rival his), and dark hair covering it all. It wasn't
all that thick and maybe slightly maintaned but it was everywhere. In
the middle of his pecs, around his quarter shaped pink nipples,
thicker along a treasure trail, but dusting the rest of his abs as
well. He was the complete opposite of smooth Austin, and I couldn't
have felt more lust. I wanted to grab him and feel all that hair
tickle my chest, to bury my tongue in it, to massage it.
  His strong freckled arms lifted a box from the stack and handed it
to me. I wasn't huge but because of my "workouts" with Austin, I was
able to easily carry the boxes into his house.

***

  That night I lay in bed, rubbing my upper chest and stroking my
dick. I could just imagine Eric walking into my bedroom. What would he
think? My baseball card and beer bottle collection might seem childish
compared to the paintings and wine bottles we had brought into his
house. Would my pictures of my friends and I remind him of his best
buds and the crazy times they had shared a few years ago? (the most
exciting to me was an experience he told me occured when his room mate
and him skinnydipped at the university only to have their clothes
stolen and hung from the flagpole. His roommate ran to their dorm,
while Eric climbed the pole, ass naked to retrieve their clothes.)
Would the picture of my last girlfriend, now 2 summers ago, remind him
of his bitchy ex-wife? He hadn't told me much about her, but I had no
idea how she could have passed up on a catch like him. He was
gorgeous, reasonably athletic and had a cool and friendly personality
to back it up.
  I thought about wrapping my arms around him back and sliding my
tongue into his lips, his 5 o'clock shadow scraping against my cheek
and his hairy pecs sensually tickling me. I imagined making my way
from his lips down to his nipples, like Austin had showed me. I
wondered what his taste was like; how all those hairs felt in your
mouth. I would kiss lower and lower, breathing him in, unbuttoning his
shorts...licking his treasure trail, nuzzling and inhaling his pubes
until I finally....
  "Uhh, uhh, ooohhhh." I moaned as hot jets of cum splattered my chest
and abs; a warm glob even hitting me in the chin.
  I settled into my pillow and pulled up the covers, hoping one day,
in real life, I'd get to go down lower.

***

Eric and I became best friends. It was perfect: all my friends were
vacationing and all his were busy with their romances. We were just
two guys against the world, chilling like villains. I had always been
mature for my age, so the small age difference between a high school
graduate and a bachelor in the middle of his 20's wasn't really
existent. We would play video games, go out for pizza, mountain bike,
see movies, play basketball. And everytime he stuck his arms up in
triumph for beating the level or he leaned down to pick up that pepper
bottle I dropped or he wiped sweat off his brow or licked butter off
his fingers after digging in the popcorn or slamdunked that ball and
jumped so high his shirt flew up, I was there watching.
  I didn't dare make a move though. I wanted him to fuck my brains
out, but I wasn't gonna risk a great friendship to hit on him.
  One night we were in his hot tub, in swim trucks unfortunately. We
were enjoying some of his beer and he was a few cans ahead of me. I
stood up and turned around to pick up my can when I felt his hand slap
my ass.
  I turned around to see him chuckling.  "Nice bubble butt, boy." he
said, taking another swig.
  "Thanks," I shrugged it off and laid against the jets. I felt his
feet slide across the bottom to rub against mine in the water. I
wasn't really a foot fetishist, but he had great feet and apparently
knew how to use them because I was quickly hiding a hard-on.
  "Hey Trent," he said, "you wanna crash here tonight? It's like 3 am
and I don't think your parents would appreciate you coming home wet
and slightly buzzed."
  "Sure." I said. I had spent the night a few times in the past month
for early morning fish trips and late concerts.
  He got out of the jacuzzi and I admired his wet legs and furry chest
until he wrapped a towel around himself. How I wished I was
fabric.....
  I followed him out and we quietly dried off.
  "Damn dude! It's already 3 and I'm not even tired." I said.
  "Really," he said yawning, "Well I guess you could hang on the futon
in my room and we could watch a movie or some shit until I doze off."
  "Sounds good." I said and we walked into his house. He races
upstairs to change out of his boardshorts and I did so downstairs.
  "Hey, grab a DVD and come up." he yelled.
  I walked over to peruse his collection. Adam Sandler comedies, all
the seasons of "Friends", some stereotypical college movies. Then I
noticed a DVD on top of the shelf, that looked like it didn't have a
spot on the shelf. I picked it up ad gasped at the cover.
  "HARDCORE BAREBACK GAY SEX" was the title and blurbs on the side
read the male stars' names and cock sizes. A twink was on all fours on
the cover with a hairy bear slamming its long rod into the poor kid. I
felt like I was looking at a porn shop examining a potential title I
was going to buy. It looked really hot.
  "Picked yet, dude?" he yelled again.
  I grabbed the bareback DVD and ran upstairs, ready for this summer
to heat up.

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