Date: Mon, 11 Mar 2002 13:08:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Eros Writer <lovestheboys18@yahoo.com>
Subject: Eric's Journey:  Scandinavian Boy

Eric held up his hand showing two fingers as he dribbled the ball down the
court.  At that simple signal, his practice teammates moved into their
prearranged positions, ready for the play that he wanted.  The bad part
was, the other team also knew exactly what the signal meant, and began to
aggressively cover his teammates.  That was the frustrating thing about
daily practice.  Half of the team played the other half in a "shirts and
skins" configuration, so both halves knew what the other half was thinking,
at least, most of the time.

As team captain, Eric usually ran the "skins" team, the group that took off
their jerseys to differentiate them from their opponents.  This pleased
him, as there was a vague excitement in showing off his body.  He had the
look of a typical Scandinavian boy, which was not surprising, considering
that both of his folks came from good Scandinavian stock in the Midwest.
They had moved to California when Eric and his older brother and sister
were little, and settled in the small college town of San Luis Obispo.

As he grew, Eric developed into a handsome young lad with typical Nordic
features: High cheekbones on a soft, round face framed by blond hair in a
collar length page cut, a soft, smooth body that still had a trace of puppy
fat, but showed the muscles of someone who was very active in sports.  The
boy was a late bloomer, and still had almost no body hair, except for a
very light growth around his pubes.  His voice was still in a change mode,
which proved to be occasionally embarrassing, but livable.

He was continually surprised that he didn't have the usual complexion
problem that many of his friends suffered with on a daily basis.  However,
there was one aspect of his physique that, in Eric's mind, made up for his
good luck in the area of skin problems, and that was his slightly enlarged
breasts.  It was always a bit embarrassing, as well as exciting, when he
took off his shirt, since he looked a bit like a girl just beginning to
bloom.  He had been that way since he was about ten, and the doctors had
said it was normal, just part of his heritage.  He could understand that,
since his dad had the same build, and his mother was very well endowed.
Once in a while another kid would tease him about being "stacked," but Eric
had learned to take the kidding good naturedly, though he was still
secretly embarrassed about it.

His teammates, however, were far more impressed by his male attributes.  He
had inherited a well-developed package from his dad, which was the envy of
almost all of his buddies.  Even at just over 15 years old, Eric already
sported a seven-inch uncut piece of meat, which was hard to miss in the gym
showers.  He had a great body, and the team didn't have a better distance
shooter.  To top it off, Eric had a great personality, warm and likeable,
so it was easy to see why he was already captain of the Junior Varsity
team, even though he was only a sophomore, and a young one at that.  On the
whole, Eric had it all going for him, and was adjusting well to the process
of growing up.

After Eric's signal, the team moved down the court, the ball shifting from
player to player, working the moves that the coach had drummed into the
team.  They had been at it for some time, and most of the team had worked
up a pretty good sweat.  Those with bare tops were slick with perspiration,
while those with jerseys were beginning to soak the fabric pretty heavily.
Suddenly it was Eric's ball, and he drove toward the basket for a lay-up.
As sometimes happens though, two opposing teammates collided, pushing one
of the "skins" right into Eric's path.  Eric rammed into Frank, who wound
up on the floor with Eric squarely on top of him.  Both had the wind
knocked out of them and didn't move for a few moments, and while they were
recovering their smooth, bare chests were glued together by their sweat.

The sensations caused by such close contact were not lost on Eric, although
Frank seemed unruffled.  As they got up, Eric noticed, with growing
embarrassment, that his cock was beginning to stir.  There was enough
commotion that no one noticed the slight extra bulge in his gym shorts, and
the rest of the practice went normally.  The event left a disturbing
impression on Eric, and he was pensive for the rest of the day.  There was
a good reason for Eric to be disturbed...

When they came from the Midwest, Eric's parents brought their Midwest
morality with them.  It was all Eric had ever known.  Both his mom and dad
were good, solid Lutherans, and Eric was baptized and confirmed a Lutheran
as well.  He knew what the Bible said about sex in general, and
homosexuality in particular.  That was a big problem for him.  Somewhere
around his 14th birthday, Eric had discovered the pleasures of solo sex,
and had been indulging in it more and more ever since.  Just jacking off
made him feel guilty, but lately things had gotten worse.

One of his teammates had shown him porno on his computer while they were
studying together one evening.  The images had burned into his mind, and
become the basis for an increasingly hot series of fantasies that he
indulged in while he brought himself to orgasm.  What made things harder
was that while some of the images were of girls, some were of guys, and
Eric found himself enjoying both sets of fantasies.  He always considered
himself to be a good Christian boy, and these newfound feelings were
unsettling, and burdened him with an almost constant guilt.  The
stimulation he felt from his close contact with Frank earlier in the day
only added to his concerns.  Alone in his room, he prayed that God would
take the "nasty" feelings away, but his mind kept wandering back to the
feel and smell of Frank's body, and soon Eric found himself pulling on his
cock while images of Frank doing the same played over and over in his mind.

As his excitement grew, Eric found himself thinking of having sex with
Frank, even though he was one of the team members that he knew the least.
In his mind's eye, Eric switched hands with Frank.  As they fondled each
other, Eric imagined Frank taking his cock into his mouth, followed by both
boys in a 69 position.  When the image progressed to both of them shooting
in each other's throat, Eric began cumming for real.  He desperately
stifled the sounds of his ecstasy, praying that no one would hear him.

"Mmmph!  Ungh!  Nghh!  Nuhh!  Uhh!  Mmmh!  Nghhh!  Unghh!  Mhmmm!
Ahhhh..." Shot after shot pulsed from his spasming cock, coating his chest
and belly.  The last couple of surges weakly pulsed from his quickly
softening member, leaving a small puddle just below his navel.  Eric smiled
as he looked at all the spunk he had produced, and then almost immediately
felt the guilt of having indulged in such fleshly lusts.  He grabbed the
roll of paper towels he used for this purpose, and cleaned up quite
thoroughly so that no one would suspect anything.  He had a supply of
plastic grocery bags to toss the waste in, so that he could get it into the
trash without his parents knowing.  He had used a rag once, and when his
mom did the wash, there were a number of difficult questions, followed by a
stern lecture about the evils of immorality.  Eric did not want a repeat of
that, and so he had developed a fine-tuned technique of hiding his
activities.

Even with all of his care, Eric was bound to get caught sooner or later.
Unknown to him, his big brother, who was home from college for the summer,
heard the noises through the door, and immediately knew what was up.  Just
as Eric was finishing his cleanup his brother knocked on the door.  "Eric!
It's me, Chris.  Open up!"

"Hang on, I'm coming, I'm coming!"  Chris yelled as he hurriedly pulled on
a handy pair of gym shorts.  In his haste, he didn't have time to put on
underwear.  This would prove to be a crucial mistake.

"Get a move on!  I don't have all day, slacker!"

"Yeah, yeah!  Hang loose, I'm on the way!"

Eric opened the door, and Chris barged right in.  Typical Chris, Eric
thought.  "What do you want?" he asked, closing the door behind him.

"I just wanted to see what you were doing, that's all.  No, that's not
true, I know what you were doing, and I wanted to talk to you about it."

Eric reddened as he realized his brother must have heard him as he was
cumming.  He immediately became defensive.  "Yeah?  What do you THINK I was
doing, mister all knowing, all seeing," he said, sarcastically.

"Look, we both know you were in here jerking off.  I could here you cumming
clear out in the hall.  I just thought we should talk about it, since that
habit is going to get you in trouble one of these days."

Eric sat down on his bed, which, without him knowing it, made the tip of
his cock peek out the leg of his gym shorts.  He made the mistake of trying
to lie.  "I wasn't doing anything of the sort.  I don't know what you THINK
you heard, but I wasn't...  jerking off, as you say."

"Yeah right.  So is that a sausage sticking out of your gym shorts, or are
you just happy to see me.  Come off it, Eric, you're full of shit, and you
know it!"

Eric thought about continuing to deny everything, but realized his brother
was not about to be fooled.  He decided to come clean.  "I've already been
in trouble once already.  Got the standard lecture from Mom about how evil
sex is, and that other crap.  I just can't help myself, and it really
bothers me!  Please don't tell Mom and Dad!"

In spite of his best efforts, tears began to roll down his cheeks.  With
all of his energy, Eric willed himself not to cry, but the tears still
flowed.

"Hey!  Hey!  I'm not telling anyone!  I understand, little bro', don't
forget, it's only been four years since I was in your shoes."  Chris gently
put his arm around Eric, trying to comfort him.  The effect was quite the
opposite as Eric's cock swelled to full length, obscenely extending several
inches past the gym shorts.  He began sobbing.

"See!  I can't...  can't even control it...  when I'm in trouble...  let
alone when...  when I'm excited..."

Chris continued rubbing his arm up and down his little brother's back,
trying to soothe the boy's injured feelings.  Eric did calm down, but his
prick remained hard as a result of his brother's tenderness.  It irritated
him, but he decided he couldn't let it bother him if he was to make any
progress with this conversation.  Chris understood Eric's problem all too
well.

"Listen, when I was your age I couldn't keep it under control either.  It
seemed like my dick had a mind of it's own, and the big head couldn't ever
make the little head do what it wanted.  It got me in trouble with Mom and
Dad several times until we finally talked it out.  They still don't agree
with my views, but at least they leave me alone."

"They do?  (Sniff!)  Really?  (Sniff!)  Tell me what happened." Eric's face
brightened noticeably as he realized, in a concrete way, that he was not
the first kid to have problems with sex.

"First of all, let's talk a bit about your situation.  It looks to me like
you're hot for the guys, am I right?  C'mon, be honest."

Eric's cock, which had, by this time, softened considerably, responded
before he did, growing almost painfully hard in record time.  He was so
embarrassed, he couldn't even answer the question, only blush, telling
Chris all he needed to know.  Finally, he recovered enough to talk.
"Actually, I think girls are cool too.  It doesn't seem to matter, if
something exciting comes along, whether it's a boy or girl, my dick stands
at attention and salutes!"

Chris chuckled at his brother's humorous attempt to lighten the situation.
He decided to share openly with Eric, in hopes of saving him some of the
grief he had gone through.  "Let me tell you my situation.  Maybe it will
help you figure out your own."

"OK, tell me, what happened with you and Mom and Dad?"

"Let me start at the beginning.  When I was about fourteen, I discovered
what fun could be had playing with my dick, just like you.  It wasn't long
though, before I started noticing that looking at other kids made me hard,
just like you.  Mostly it was around the pool, since you get to see so
much.  Well, like you, Mom caught me jerking off one day, and I got the
standard lecture about the evils of sex, how it's sinful, blah, blah, blah.
Only I got grounded for a month!"

"That had to suck!"  Eric said, realizing he was lucky to only get the
lecture.

"In a big way!  Not that it stopped me.  Since I was grounded, I spent the
extra time finding ways to masturbate without getting caught.  I got real
good at it, which was totally the opposite effect than Mom and Dad wanted.
Well, after I got off restriction, I decided that I needed somewhere else
to 'do it.'  So, I went searching, and came up with an idea.  Do you
remember Jeff and Tina?"

"Yeah, the twin brother and sister that were in your class that lived over
on the next block?"

"Exactly!  Well, their mom and dad both worked, and didn't get home until
after six every night.  Jeff and I were pretty close, so one afternoon,
when I was over at his house, I made small talk about sex, blue balls,
getting caught, and so on.  Ultimately I asked if he would mind if I used
his bathroom to jerk off in, so I wouldn't get caught."

Eric was stunned.  "Wasn't that risky?  I mean, what if he got all
offended, called you a fag, and started spreading rumors all over school or
something?"

Chris continued: "Well, I was pretty sure we were close enough friends that
he wouldn't do that, and I was desperate enough that I had to take the
chance.  His response completely surprised me, though."

"What did he say?  Was he mad, or what?"

Chris felt his own woody begin to swell as he recalled his earlier
experience.  "Well, actually, he said something like 'No need for you to
jack off alone.  We can do it together,' or something like that.  Then he
undid his pants, pulled out his dick, and began stroking it right there in
front of me!"

"No shit!  Wow!  So what did you do next?"  Eric asked, absorbing this new
information.

"Well, like you, the dang thing went on autopilot, and I pulled mine out
and started going for it too.  Then Jeff says 'It's much better if you take
off your clothes and sit next to each other.'  Then he takes off everything
and sat on the couch in his room, and began to jerk off again.  I followed
his lead, stripped, and sat next to him."

"So did you do it?  I mean, did you both jerk until you came?"

"Not so fast, little brother.  You're getting ahead of me.  As soon as I
sat down, he moved over until his leg and mine were touching.  I was
getting hotter by the second, when he suddenly moved my hand off my cock,
and began jerking me with his hand.  He says 'It feels much better when you
do it for each other,' and continued giving me a hand job.  I didn't know
what to do, but I thought 'what the heck' and returned the favor."

Eric was stunned, but excited by the story.  "So you actually jerked each
other off?"

"For a little while, but then Jeff gives me this funny look, stares at my
dick, and says 'I've always wanted to do this,' and in one quick motion
dropped his head down and swallowed me whole on the spot."

Eric's boner became rock hard at the mention of cock sucking.  "You gotta
be kidding!  He actually did that to you?  Did you cum?  What happened?"

"Slow down, sport!  I'll get to it!  OK, so Jeff starts bobbing up and down
on my cock.  I'm not sure what to do, so I just sit there and watch.
Finally, he pulled up off of me, and says, 'What's the matter, don't you
like it?'  Of course, I told him that I was loving it, so he tells me to do
it to him.  In moments we were in a 69 with Jeff on top."

"You sucked him off?  I didn't know you were gay!"

"Dammit, Eric, will you slow down a bit?  I didn't say I was gay.  I'll get
to that in a moment.  Now, where was I?  Oh yeah, so there we are in a 69,
both pumping into each other for all we're worth.  I could feel myself
nearing the edge, and I was gonna warn Jeff about cumming when all the
sudden he starts shooting in my mouth."

"Eeww!  Wasn't that gross?"

"Well, up to that moment, I would have thought so, but frankly, the taste
was not so bad.  BUT, it was so sexy feeling his cum shooting in my mouth,
and me swallowing it, that I came harder than I ever had before, and Jeff,
the little cock-sucker, gulped it all down like there was no tomorrow!"

Eric's cock was almost painfully hard now, and pre-cum was drooling from
the tip.  Chris saw his chance, and decided it was now or never.  "Looks
like you've got a problem there, little bro," he said as he moved his hand
between Eric's legs and smeared his brother's pre-cum around on the head of
his cock.  "Let me help you with that."

Eric moaned as his brother slowly began to jack him.  The gym shorts were
getting in the way, and so Eric lifted his ass and pushed them off onto the
floor.  Chris moved around in front of him, and swallowed Eric's cock just
as Jeff had done to him years earlier.  He worked on the silky boyflesh
with energy, bobbing his head up and down, swirling his tongue over the
tip, inflaming his brother's lust.  It was time to complete the circle.
Chris stood up, and quickly stripped, releasing his hard, wet, tool.

"C'mon Eric.  It's your turn," Chris said, pushing Eric back onto the bed.
He climbed up on top, straddling his little brother, and sucked him back
into his mouth.  Eric found his lust rising further, and saw his brother's
prick hanging deliciously in front of his face.  He grabbed Chris' ass
cheeks, and pulled his brother into his mouth.  They fucked each other's
face for only a minute before Eric began to cum.  As he swallowed his
brother's boycream, Chris could hold back no longer, and began to fill
Eric's mouth with his spunk.  Both boys had trouble keeping up with the
flow, but neither had any complaint.  Their muffled moans were punctuated
by the occasional swallowing of the huge loads they were producing.
Finally, the two boys separated, spent from their efforts.  As they basked
in the afterglow of their fun, Eric finally spoke up, and Chris was
surprised that he didn't comment on what they had just done.

"OK, so then what happened?  Did you get caught, get in trouble for being
queer, what?  What?"

Chris could hear the impatience in his brother's voice.  "Just be cool, and
I'll give you the whole story.  It's not that simple.  Yes, we did get
caught, but not the way you think.  As we finished, before we could get
apart, Tina came in the room.  Turns out she and Jeff had been having sex
for years, and she wanted to join the fun!  Well, before you know it, I'm
plunging mister happy here in and out of Tina's cunt doggy style, and Jeff
is humping my face with his cock again.  He filled me, I filled her, and we
all came big time."

"Didn't you feel guilty about all that sex?"  It was a pointed question
since Chris knew that Eric was bothered by the issue of morality,
especially now.

"A bit at first, but I got over it.  You see, I finally realized that Mom
and Dad's old- fashioned religious values weren't for me.  Once I freed
myself from that, things got much easier.  Eventually that was what led me
to talk to Mom and Dad about it.  I finally realized that I needed to stop
hiding, and tell them openly that I was sexually active, and about my
bi-sexuality."

"You actually told them, straight out?" Eric asked incredulously.

"Yep!  They didn't suspect anything until we all had a meeting one night
while you were at a game.  I told them everything, and by then, there was a
lot to tell.  At the time they found out, I had already fucked at more than
a dozen chicks and at least that many guys.  They were stunned, but after
all the yelling died down, they realized that I was 'too far gone' for them
to change me, so that just decided to accept the situation.  I was actually
prepared for the worst, but fortunately it never happened."

"Wow!  I remember something happened around then, and they moped around for
weeks, but they would never say what was going on.  So that was it!  What
do you think would happen if I told them I was a homo?"

"Whoa, sport.  Let's not do something so radical just yet.  What makes you
think you're a 'homo' as you say?"

Eric couldn't believe that Chris didn't have it all figured out by now.
"Because we just had sex with each other.  That makes me a homo, right?"

Chris was getting exasperated.  "No, it doesn't make you a 'homo' at all,
and you better watch how you use that term.  Some people might take
offense, you 'homo.'  OK, so we had sex.  Does that make me gay?  I don't
think so.  As I said, I told Mom and Dad that I was bi-sexual, and that's
what I am.  I like boys and girls equally.  You might be gay, you might be
bi.  You might also be straight, and, in the heat of the moment, had gay
sex.  The only way you'll know for sure is to check out the options, my
friend.  Just be careful, because until you know where you're head's at,
you don't wanna blow your cover with Mom and Dad, that's for sure."

"So what do I do?  How do I tell what I am?"  Eric's question amused Chris
until he remembered that he also had help finding himself.  It was easy
looking back at his experiences, but at the time, he too, was confused.

"Well, the best way is to take advantage of every opportunity to try
different things that come along, whether gay, straight, or combinations.
You'll figure out soon enough what fits.  Then go for it, and don't let
Mom, Dad or anyone else stand in your way."

"What about God?" Eric quietly asked, "I don't want to go to hell, you
know."

"What about God?  I don't believe in a God who sends people to hell anyway.
That's just a product of old, Victorian morality, and I don't buy it!"
Eric could see that Chris was somewhat bitter about the subject, so he
decided to let it drop.  Still, the issue remained in the back of his mind.
He just decided to put it on the back burner for a while, while he sorted
out his feelings and emotions.

The school year was just ending, and Eric had not lined up any liaisons for
the summer.  He had his work cut out for him if he was going to get any
experience during the next three months.  The plus side was that the
weather was warm, and Eric decided that having as little on as possible
would show off his body and perhaps attract some "attention."

The first order of business, however, was the annual family summer
vacation.  His brother had a summer job, and so was not going to be going.
His sister, who had just graduated from high school, was leaving on a
summer exchange program, so that left Eric to go alone with his parents.
Try as he might to get them to let him stay home, they wouldn't hear of it,
talking about "bonding" and all sorts of similar nonsense.  "Besides," his
mother said, "your cousins in San Jose haven't see you in almost four
years, and they're looking forward to your visit.  You remember Lisa and
Tanya, don't you dear?"

Oh yeah!  Eric remembered!  He remembered his cousins as bratty 10 and
12-year-old girls.  No matter that almost four years had passed since he
had last seen them, and they were now 14 and 16 years old.  In the end,
Eric was forced into the trip, which would take them past San Francisco on
up to Oregon for three weeks.  Eric decided to make the best of it, and set
to work arranging for life when he returned, though not with much success.
Chris took note of that fact, and thought about ways to help his little
brother out.

The big day arrived, with Eric and his parents heading out in their motor
home North to the Bay Area.  They arrived about five hours later at his
aunt and uncle's house.  They came out to greet them, looking more frumpy
and conservative than his parents.  Eric remembered that they were also
good Lutherans.  He decided already that this was going to be a boring
vacation.  He had no idea how wrong he was...