Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2007 15:08:02 +0100 (CET)
From: dsnor@hotmail.com
Subject: Eric - My Boy

This story contains consensual sexual acts between adult males and minor
boys. If this offends you, or would somehow get you into trouble from
reading it, you know what to do -- get out of here!!

This is written with no thoughts about what's safe and not, so don't do
something like this in the real world.  What happens in here is nothing
but fiction.  It is also written in a language that I did not learn as a
kid growing up, but from studying it as an adult.  Therefore I apologize
for faults, bad sentences and misspellings that I was unable to correct.
Enjoy -- hopefully -- is all I can say and I will respond to meaningful
criticism or other more pleasant replies.  Flames will, well, you can
guess.

I am at:  dsnor@hotmail.com just in case you want to write me.


Eric, My Boy - part 1


I was walking up and down the isles at the local supermarket when, as I
accidentally bumped into this young boy with my shopping-cart, hit him
right in the crotch and it was evident that I really hurt him bad.  I
guess he could be around 12 or 13 years old, and he grabbed himself right
where I hit him, trying as hard as he could not to cry.

"I'm so sorry," was all I could think of to say at first, becoming
quite red of shame and also felt chilled to the bone as I was able to
imagine his pain.

"It's OK," he stammered, trying desperately for a smile.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" was what followed, and now I was
turning crimson from saying something stupid like that.  What in the
world could I do to help him right in the middle of the supermarket?

"I don't think so," he answered, and now his smile was an earnest one,
"at least not here" he continued as if he had read my thoughts.

"Well, let me at least pay for whatever you were going to buy," I said,
looking at the few items of groceries scattered on the floor where he had
dropped them when his hands had other, more urgent needs of his hands.

"No, you don't have to, it was just one of those things that happens,"
he said and started to collect the things he had dropped.  But it was
obvious that he was still in pain, and I bent down to help him.

"Well, actually, I want to," I said and put his groceries into my cart,
and continued with relieving him from the few items he had collected
himself.

"Well, if you really mean it, I'll accept your offer," he finally
agreed to.

Having paid for the groceries and put them into separate bags, we went
outside to the parking area and I asked if I could drive him home or
anything.  He then asked me in what direction I lived, and as it happened
to be, we lived in the same neighborhood, a few miles from the
supermarket.  We got into the car and I offered him my hand, introducing
myself.  He said his name was Eric, and I told him how sorry I was for
hurting him like that.

 "It's OK, Dan," he said, "it really is not so bad any longer, but it
hurt so much at first".  And I am sure it did, he was almost crying
again, thinking about it.

"Hey, can I offer you something to eat, I was planning to stop for a
pizza or a burger on my way home. Or if you want to, I can just call and
order a pizza and have it delivered to my house and then we could eat it
by the pool?"  I looked at him I guess more or less expectantly.

 "Gee, Dan, that would be nice," Eric beamed at me and as that was
settled, I called the nearest Pizza Hut and ordered a large pizza.

A few minutes later I turned into the driveway of my house and parked
inside the garage.  On our way there, we were talking as if we had known
each other for a long time.  Eric told me he was an orphan, living with
his grandmother just a few blocks from my house.  When I asked him if he
wanted to call his grandmother and tell him where he was, hew said that
she was at work and would not be home until rather late in the evening,
so there was no need for him to call anyone.  He usually was on his own
after school and until 7 or 8 PM most weekdays and also about every third
weekend as his grandmother was working at a local restaurant.

A few minutes after we had put my groceries away, we went outside into
the garden where he really got excited when he saw my swimming pool.
It's not so big, not more than 25 feet long and around 12.5 wide, but
sufficient for my own use at home.

"Can I swim here now?" he asked, looking at me expectantly?

"Of course you can, I was thinking of swimming myself, but I thought I
would wait until after the pizza," I said and at that moment the
doorbell rang.

15 minutes later the pizza was gone, and as we were on our way back to
the pool, Eric said that he did not have any bathing suit.

"Well," I answered, I usually swim naked, but I am sure I can find
something suitable for you if you want me to, and you want me to put on
something, just say so".  He seemed to be thinking about this for a few
seconds, and then he just said that it was OK to swim in the nude.  I
felt he turned a little bit red again, but he started to undress and was
soon all naked, standing there in all his glory just a few feet from me.

At this time, I guess it's about time I introduce myself.  I am 32 y/o,
self-employed with lots of opportunities to spend my time as I feel.  I
live by myself, and if not 100% gay, I never had, nor want to get
involved with girls for sex.  I am 5'10", weigh around 160 lbs and
consider myself as well as by statements from friends that I am a rather
good-looking guy, Got blue eyes, blond or grayish hair kept very short
and I have a rather thick cock, 8, maybe closer to 9" when it is hard, a
state in which I am quite often. Lots of hair on my chest and stomach, as
well as on my legs, but I keep my pubic area shaved most of the time.  I
find that the most comfortable way, and I feel it kind of enhance
what I got down there, including my rather big balls.  And I am a lover
of boys, not just sexually, but in every way thinkable.  Boys are easy to
get along with, much more so than girls, although I certainly can be very
comfortable around women, my age and older.

Eric was standing there with a slight red flushed face and I am sure he
noticed how I was looking at him.  What a beauty, what a body, an angel
just to my liking and it seemed like dream come through although it was
kind of early to say how things were going to work out.  But my first
impression and his reaction to my scrutiny certainly made me hopes rise.
He could be around 5' more or less, 100 -- 110 lbs, not a spot of fat on
his unblemished body.  Apart from his eyelashes and the hair covering his
head that hang more or less in curls down to his shoulders, there was not
a trace of hair on his body.  His cut cock looked so delicious and it was
rising from its downward position until it was totally hard and pointing
straight from his body -- right towards me.  There were some dark-red
bruises and I suddenly realized that the shopping cart had left its mark
on him.

"Are you not going to undress, Dan?"  Eric asked me as the roaring
silence finally was broken.

"Sure," I said, and started to remove my clothes and was soon standing
in front of him without any clothes.

Now it was his turn to look and there was no way I could hide what
started, no, what had already started to happen when I saw him naked.  My
cock twisted and soon I was just as hard as him, beating him I guess with
5 or so inches of pulsating cock, precum leaking from it and dropping to
the floor.

"Wow," he said, "awesome" -- and I could see his tongue licking his
lips.

"You too, Eric," I answered with a husky voice, - "you too, you
certainly are a beautiful boy."

"Do you mean that, Dan?" Eric asked as he looked up at me, breading
rather hard now and I could see that he had started to touch himself,
slowly moving his hand up and down his beautiful cock.

"Oh yes, Eric, you are so beautiful, so sexy."

"You too", he stammered, his face going from light to a very dark red
shade.  "C... can I... can I touch it, Dan?"

"Of course you can, beautiful boy," I stammered back and looked as his
other hand, the one not occupied with stoking himself reached forward.
His soft fingertips touched my cock ever so gently before they tried to
close around my cock.  I had never felt it so hard before and it did not
help when he suddenly leaned forward and placed a kiss right on the tip
of the head.  When he moved away, there were traces of precum on his
lips.

I was shaking but managed to put my arms around him and hugged him before
our lips met in a passionate kiss.  Still kissing, I lifted him up and
moved back into the house and towards my bedroom.

-- to be continued.