Date: Mon, 17 Jul 2000 22:28:32 -0700
From: ericviking@gay.com
Subject: "SAGA OF ERIC VIKING"

				 FOREWORD
			  Me and the Fa mily Tree

This story is MY LIFE (TILL NOW) True, some names have been changed, but if
you know the times and the landscape, you could put a name in place of the
one given here.  I do this to save those few straight-laced relatives who
would be shocked seeing "their" family name smirched and Spattered.  This,
notwithstanding that some of them are as smarmy a bunch as you will find
included in almost every family tree.  After all, nobody is forcing you to
read this book.

I have been as real, as honest as I could manage.  What good is it to tell
lies, or conceal the truth.  Those who really need to know usually have
adequate sources.  I tell the story from a front-row seat, so turn the
lights down low, snuggle into your (lover's/mate's?) sweet embrace, hit the
go button and watch the unreeling of my Gay life.  I hope this reading will
thrill and delight you as much as I enjoy re-living it all over again.
First of all, I am GAY.  I have been ever since I discovered SEX as the
most natural thing in the universe. I'm not a queer. a faggot, or a queen.
Those are words chosen by ignorant bigots , most of whom I find fearful of
their own scxuality and unwilling to accept the sexuality of others.
Missionary position, everu Thursday evening at 8:00 P.M. , and woe be unto
you, Mister Hot-Pants if you feel the urge on a Monday or Tuesday.  You'll
just have to wait.

I like the word "GAY" for two reasons:
     1.  It's short and easy to remember.
     2.  It's sunny innocence suits me just fine.

What I am mostly, is a man who loves a man and is lucky enough to be with
the right man.  Love and Sex are not the same thing.  It took a bit of
travel along the Great Hiway to arrive at this: I go to bed only with
people I love.  It wasn't always so.  In practical terms, it has so far
kept me away from merely chasing pretty faces.

In these pages, I tell you about my coming out, and of the sweet JOY I feel
in the arms of My Lover, My Big Brother, TOR..

My name is Eric Ericsson.  I am the second son of a second generation
Scandinavian-American Family .  My Father's name is Eric Torkeldsson .  His
Father's name is Torkeld Lavransson.  - - - - Thusly can I declaim the
FAMILY SAGA, clear back to Torkeld the Bold.  Who sailed in the Longships
with LEIF ERICSSON.

	        COMING OUT - - -THE FIRST TIME

In August, 1994, just three weeks short of my 13th bithday, I made it cum
for the first time.  It happened sorta unexpected, on a hot Summer
midnight.  .  On the West Texas ranch where I grew up, our old frame house
had just grown in unplanned additions so at that time we had our sleeping
arranged like this: Mom and Dad in the big bedroom stretched across the
back of the house, My big brother,, Tor, and I shared the biggest of the
three other bedrooms, Brigitta, my sister the middle one, and Matt, who was
the "baby" of the family was in the front. So when relatives, like Uncle
Charlie, or my Half-indian cousin Vern, ( We call him Cherokee, and he's
two months older than Tor) comes to stay a while, we move a cot into "The
boy's bedroom" so we have all three of us brothers , or Tor, Vern and me
rooming together,

 Because that makes it a little crowded, Tor and I share a big double bed.
That's warm snuggling in Winter, but when the day was a hundred in the
shade, and not a breath of wind stirring, then wide-open windows don't help
as you sleep bad, tossing and turning through the sweaty night.  We had no
visitors staying, Vern was coming in September, but for now, Tor and I had
the room to ourselves .

Some time around two in the morning, I woke up to feel a slow, gentle
rocking movement shaking the bed, In the heat, i had stripped off my
briefs.  Lying there naked on my back, I opened one eye and without moing
my head, looked over at Big Brother, He was lying on his back, with two
pillows under his head and shoulders, legs straight stiff in the bed.  He
had his left hand gripped around his big cock and was pumping it slowly up
and down, with his right hand, he was pinching the nipples on his chest.
His eyes were closed, there was a big smile on his slightly-open lips and
he was sighing slow and soft.  I had seen his cock many times before, and
it had been hard as a rock many times, too. but this was different.  it was
not real stiff, but it was already biggier than I remembered.  lately,
looking at him and seeing it stiff like now, I realized I was getting hard
too.  Just looking.  As I watched, beneath lowered lids I felt stirring in
my own cock, and it had begun to swell and get hard.  So I took it wih my
left hand and imtated him, stroking up and down, matching his rythm. That
felt so good,.  I looked over and followed his right-hand movewments with
my own right hand, He was teasing and pinching and pulling softly on the
brown nipples on his chest.  When I copied that, I saw why he did it.  his
nipples stood up stiff and hard, about a half inch, Mine were only litle
brown buds, but even then, I could feel the thrill.

He started pumping that hard cock faster and deeper, and I followed his
every stroke.  Then he began to sigh at each one, and soon, as the pace
increased, the sighs turned into groans that ended with a sorta "hunh -
hunnh " louder and faster we both went.  Now with my back arched like him,
I glanced over to him.  hIs eyes were wide open looking right at me.  He
grinned at me with a questioning look, licked his lips and then blew me a
kiss, When that first hot gush spurted out the head of my fiive inch ( We
measured it next morning ) cock, it scared the hell outta me.  I felt like
there was a hot electric pulse starting from my balls, growing, swelling,
surging up into the tube at the base of the shaft, pounding,
pulsing. rushing up. up. and out - - -The grey slick cum spattered all over
my belly as I went on jerking wildly with with each erratic bolt of
lightning.  I was scared at being caught doing it, but by then it felt so
good struggling up my ram-hard cock I kept right on jerking, floating,
falling, drowning in my first cum !!! - - Oh, jeeze - - - Oh - - - jeeeze
Ohhh Oohhh OOOHHH - -- AAACCHHHH - - -OHHH - - -OOHHH - - -HHHHHIAAAICCH
OOOOOOOHH ---- -JEEEEEEZZZZEEE - - - ---- OOOOGGHHH HHAAAHHHH OOOHHH JEEEZE
AAAACCHHHHOJEEEEXE HHHAAACCHHH - - - IIt went on and on speweing out fire
and hot floodS of jizzem.  i could hear the same HOT Breaths jolted out of
HIS tightly clenched teeth in a hoarse rasping whisper.  -- -- -- As the
last drops dribbled from the fold of my foreskin, I felt that NOTHING could
ever again feel so good .  WOW, Was I wrong!

WE fell back into blissfull grins, idly watching each other pulling at the
still (Amazingly) stiff erections.  Tor smiled and, lifting one eyebrow,
asked in a husky whisper: "Is this your first time, Little BRO/' I blushed,
lowered my eyes untill I was staring at his huge cock.  ( Eight and a half
inches,, uncut, We also measured IT the next morning) and nodded slowly.  -
- - "Your very first Jackoff?"  I nodded again "Your very first ever CUM?",
he whispered. "look me in the eye and say the words, This is your very
first Jackoff and your very first ever CUM."  I said the words, "Did you
like it?" he asked.  "Did it feel good, hunh _ ?"  I whisperd back "Yes, Oh
YESS , it felt good, better than anything I can remember." "good>" he
chuckled, "Would you like to do it again?"  - - I nod - - With ME??"
"YESS, Oh yes Tor, Soon ?"  Looking down at our (by now) ram-hard, stiff
cocks, big and little, he said "Why not right now?"

He reached over and took my cock in his left hand and began strroking it
gently.  then he caught my right wrist and drew my hand over to his cock,
wrapping my fingers around the steel shaft. .  I noticed as I started
pumping it, that it was thicker than my wrist, I couldn't touch even my
longest finger to the heel of my palm.  It was humonngous !!

There is something about trading jerks that you can't explain., Big Bro,
TOR says: "To those who know, you don't have to explain.  To those who
don't, no explainaion will do.  Just the same, it sure feels differfent, to
say the least, You can't control HIS beat, his rythm, any more than HE can
cobtrol yours.

I soon gave up trying to follow the litle changes I felt from his hands and
began to concentrate separately down two tracks at once.  letting my
sensations drift on the tide of throbbing pulses mounting in my cock-head,
it was very sweet.  I twitched and twisted around to the ever-changing
motion, getting the most pleasure possible.  with the rest of my dreamy
brain, I fixed on feeling for every reaction to my touch on his hot, huge,
cock, adjusting my hand so that I gave the most delight I could.

Faster and harder we jerked, sometime together, sometime out of beat, and
sometimes stopping quick to keep both of us from CUM ing too soon.  Sped up
- -slow down - - speed up slow - -Drag Stop !!!  Trying to time it so we
bith CUM a the same time.  OOOPPS.. That was close!! listen to the rising
moans, siiihs, hoarse whispers HAH HARDER HAARDER OOO - -HAHHH WHOOO WOW
BEAT THAT MEAT, LOUDEER, HOTTER HARDER, LONGER - - - HERE ** IT ***
C*UU*MMS ohhh WOW, I'M CUMMING IM CUMMING SSHHHAAAAACCHHH - - I'M STILL
CUMMING - - - -EACH FIERY COCKHEAD EXPLODES WITH IMPOSSIBLE LOADS OF PEARLY
GREY ALL OVER OUR CHESTS AND BELLIES Incredibly, both cocks stay hard as we
gently stroke down each other.

Through the wall, I hear my mother say to Dad, "Go see what all that
commotion is about.  Are they rassling again?"  then I hear Dad chuckle as
he bangs the wall with his heel ; calling out " Hey you guys, keep the
noise down.  Your mother and I are trying to sleep"" He chuckles again, and
I know that HE KNOWS. - - - And no explaination is needed, or possible.

Did you enjoy this?  Did it please you?  is it literate? should I publish
the whole book?

		       DOES IT SING THE SAGA TRUE???
	     Your comments solicited: E-mail the author at:
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