Date: Tue, 24 Apr 2012 14:02:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: "westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com" <westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Erik, pt 2

My Erik (M/b incest consensual)

Write me at: westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com

As soon as the men are gone, I go up to check on my Erik.  Just to see that
he's okay.  I think he did wonderfully tonight taking down four loads from
four separate men, but it was his first with so many.  This was my idea,
but he was excited too try more.

When I go into my room, the lights are off.  Erik's in my bed, dressed in
new, fresh pjs, and his eyes are closed.  Gone from sight are the cum-damp
pjs from earlier.  I move closer, and click on the night-light.  Erik's eye
pop open, and he smiles.

He asks how he did, and did he do right.  I say yes, and lean in for a hug.

Erik is such a young kid, and holding him he seems so small in my arms.
He's still my baby.  And he's growing up so quickly.  My arms seem to
envelope him, and lift him with ease and slide into bed.  Compared to me,
he's downright tiny.

He's so sweet and tender.  He's resting his head on my shoulder, and I can
feel little blasts of air from his nose—he's breathing hard.  I'm
shirtless now, and his hands are exploring my chest, playing with my chest
hair.  It seems to fascinate him, so I let my boy play.

I ask him about the men this evening.  He calls out their names, and begins
to talk about each.  He laughs and says they were all scared.  But he loved
tasting their loads.  I tell him that's hot.

He says Matt was really big down there.  I tell him I know.  He explains
how he didn't expect Guy's load to be so big, and tasty.  Erik thinks it
was his biggest yet.  I smile and pat him on the head.  He tells me that
Hugh's load was really salty, and he could tell Hugh was scared.  Erik says
his legs were shaking a lot.  I laugh, and say yes.

I tell him about Hugh's son.  His little boy's name is Sam.  I tell Erik
the whole time he was fellating the adult, the adult was thinking of his
own son, Sam, back at home.  Of course, Erik asks why. And I tell him that
Sam's a regular boy, and that he doesn't suck his dad off.  Erik looks off
into space, and then asks why not.  I laugh, pulling him tight, and tell
him that he just doesn't.

Cuddling up close to me, I can feel my boy's body heat.  I can tell he's
still horny.  I can tell he wants another load from me.  I go to ask
something and he interrupts me with a question of his own.

He asks why Ned doesn't play with us.  I open my mouth to speak and Erik
hits me with another question.  Erik asks me point blank if Ned makes cum.

Shocked, I stare at him and he tells me about last weekend.  Erik came home
after school to find his brother Ned on the couch.  The whole time Erik's
telling this story, he is tightening his grip on my dick.  Erik has gotten
really good at grabbing, gripping and controlling my member.  Erik can't
fit his hand all the way around the shaft, put he tries.

Erik said he found Ned asleep on the couch after school in front of the
television.  I gulp for air, and ask him what he did.  Erik says nothing.
Erik says he unpacked from school, made a snack, and returned to find Ned
still dead to the world, with a pillow over his head.  Erik describes Ned's
recumbent position: his brother dressed in a t-shirt & shorts, Ned's shirt
had risen up, exposing a bare patch of stomach, and tented shape in his
shorts.

At this point I'm curious what Erik's been up to, but he's also getting me
pretty worked up with his ministrations.  Looking down at my lap, and then
back to his story Erik tells me he'd never seen Ned with a lump in his
pants.  Erik says the first thing that went through his mind was a flash of
hunger.  Erik explained that he had become intensely aware of his hunger,
and he didn't know if Ned could do what his dad could.

Erik said he moved closer & closer to the sleeping 12 year old.  Erik said
he would watch Ned's breath, and then look at Ned's eyes.  Eventually, he
looked back at Ned's lap.  Erik said he wanted to put his hand on Ned's
waist, and just taste it.  Erik said he was really wanted to just see what
his brother had in there, and if it was anything like what I had.

Erik described what he could see on Ned.  Erik said his brother's penis
looked smaller, thinner than mine.  I told Erik that was just through his
shorts.  Erik said he knows he just wanted to see underneath.

I ask what happened next and he told me nothing.  Erik said Ned woke up
eventually to see his brother sitting over him.  Erik said his brother got
up, erection intact, and flopping around inside his soccer shorts, and went
to get something to eat.  And I ask what happened next.

Erik said nothing.  Erik said I came home 30 minutes later, and that I know
the rest of the story.  I said I know I do, but you tell me.  Erik said I
came home from work, and me on the couch.  Erik said we went upstairs, and
he sucked me off, swallowing my juices.  Like normal.

Erik said he hasn't seen his brother with another lump in his pants. Erik
says he likes it and he wants to see it.  I remind him to leave his brother
alone, and that Ned doesn't know about our games.  I told Erik that I
wasn't sure if Ned could cum or not.  Erik just smiled.

I tell Erik that it's too soon, and plunge my dick in his mouth.  Erik's
been hovering over the head of it with his mouth watering.  Immediately my
little one is in the zone, and his eyes glossed over.  I felt my dick
inflate, and fill up Erik's mouth and throat.  I love it when he gets like
that.

My zoned-out little cum-slut can suck for hours on me, but I don't let him.
I know he had school the next day.  In his own state of Zen, I felt his
cheeks, throat, gums—all from the inside—he flexed, shifted, further
moistened my rod pushing me toward an impending finish.  My tyke has gotten
good at this.  I'm not sure who is more addicted to this routine, him or
me?

Erik's eyes are closed, as he swallowed and withdrew the same several
inches from his wet passage.  I wondered what was going through my boy's
mind, as I slowly edged toward my ejaculation.  His eyelids and moving, and
it seems he's in bliss.  This will be Erik's fifth load tonight.  I'm not
even counting the two I fired into him this morning before breakfast.

With a tiny eruption, I boil over, and let out a cry.  Erik is fast.  Erik
clamped down hard and began to milk my penis with his mouth, lewdly
slurping to get it all down his throat.  Some of my seed spilled over, and
coated his rosy lips with frosting.  Erik is quick to clean me up, and
before I know it my penis is already packed away.  He turned and cleaned up
his own hands.

While his tongue probed, and gleaned his skin for stray strands of semen, I
began consider my boy before me.  He wrapped up and lay back on the bed
contented.  I wont be able to keep him off Ned long.  I've got to do
something about it, and I'm only one man.  For a first I worried about my
oldest son's safety here at home.