Date: Sat, 8 Dec 2007 12:22:22 +0100 From: Dag S. Subject: Eric-my-boy Part 6 (Nifty/Adult-youth) 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. Previous: "Oh my darling, my son," I cried as I started to fill him with my lovecream and I don't think I have ever cummed that much in my life, it felt like it would never end. Obviously it had to end, and I more or less fell down on top of Eric, totally spent, totally exhausted. There we met in a long, hot kiss, licked his cum from his face, and then we kissed again to let him taste his own cum from my tongue. "Daddy, now I am yours, completely yours," Eric said as we drifted into sleep. Eric, my boy -- Part 6. We only slept for a few minutes, the position with me still on top of him and not to forget, still inside him made it difficult to stay like that for too long. I felt Eric stirring beneath me and felt him as he tried to keep my now rather deflated cock inside him, pressing his muscles together, almost like milking me. It had, the obvious for him, desired effects, and I started to grow again, filling his love chute more and more. "It's so good to feel you like this," he said when I was as hard as I could expect from the fucking that had taken place less than 10 minutes ago. "I love it too, darling," I answered, "I wish this is just as good for you as it is for me!" "Will you fuck me again, daddy?" he asked me. "I really want you too." "Of course I will, as long as you promise me to stop if you feel some pain, or just want me to stop," I answered him as our lips meet in another hot, passionate kiss. And then, still kissing, I started to move, slowly at first, feeling his cock hard against my stomach as I withdraw and then pushed myself as far as I could, not stopping until my cock was buried deep inside him. "I never knew this would feel so great," he said over and over again, and I wondered if he had any idea at all how wonderful I felt myself, being able to fuck him like this. Since we both just had cummed, our lovemaking felt even better than the first time. Then Eric started to move his body in perfect harmony with mine; trusting his body against me at the precise moment when I only had the tip of my cock inside him, getting ready to ram back inside him. He ass was so hot, so wonderful tight around my continuously moving cock that after about 10 minutes or so, I felt myself building towards another orgasm. "I'm getting close, darling," I said, "this is just so good that it is almost impossible to hold back much longer". "Oh yes, for me too," he panted and continued: "I want to taste it this time, give it to me now, daddy, in my mouth this time!" "OK, love, get ready for me", I managed to say as I withdraw from his ass and moved up towards his face, my cock dripping wet from my own cum which I had shot in his ass earlier. He then grabbed my cock with one hand, and steered it towards his greedy mouth, obviously not caring about what other remnants there might be on it. As soon as his lips closed around it, I started to fuck his face, careful not to go too deep, and Eric sucked as he never had before. With his other hand he started to jerk his own cock, and it took us both just another minute before the final was upon us. I felt his body started to jerk under me, and was unable to hold back any longer. My balls tightened and then, as I felt a few hot drops of Eric's cum hit my back, my own cum started to fill his mouth. He sucked and swallowed, swallowed and sucked, making sure not to miss a single drop of my pouring cum. When he finally had to let go of my shrinking cock, he looked up at me and said with the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face: "This is the best-tasting drink I have ever had, daddy! Please let me have this as often as we can!" I smiled back, telling him that as far as I could help, it would be a great pleasure to be his constant and most reliable supplier of this nectar or life. And I also told him that I wanted his as often as possible. "But now we have to do some serious talking, son", I said, "but it will have to wait until we both have had a shower. "Come on, son, let's do it together." After we shared most of my hot water, washing each other very carefully, of course taking breaks which were filled with lots of kissing and hugging, we dried ourselves with large, soft towels. Then we both put on a pair of shorts and went downstairs to the kitchen. As we sat by the kitchen-table, having some light food and something to drink, we started to talk. My main issue was how to have Eric's grandmother letting Eric come to my house as often as we wanted to, which of course, were most of the time he could stay away from home and school. At the back of my house I have a small garden that needs to be mowed, and otherwise there is not much work to do. I suggested that he could do that for me, at least tell his grandmother that he was offered this job. How we met would be easier to tell her, he just happened to be passing my house a few days ago and we started to talk, and it ended with me offering him the job. But this would not be a good enough reason for him to come to my house every day, so when he told me that he did not have a computer at home, and really needed one for his home-work, we both agreed that this would be the best reason for him to come around as often as possible. When I said that we ought to discuss this with his grandmother, to have her permission for him to do this, he looked at me and asked if this really was necessary. "Yes, son, I really do think so. First of all, my neighbors might wonder why you spend so much time here, and you know that what we have done is not considered a normal behavior between a young boy like you and an adult like me. You know that I could go to jail for this, and more or less ruin the lives for both of us. No matter how wonderful it is to be with you, I don't think it's worth spending years in prison for loving you." Eric was looking rather seriously at me now, and after a while he answered: "Yes, dad, of course, I understand and agree with you completely when you say it like that." Then we just sat there, talking about ourselves and I think we both felt as we had known each other for a very long time. This being a Saturday, Eric had lots of time to be with me, but his grandmother was due home any time from an early shift at the restaurant. We then decided that he should go home and tell her what we had agreed upon, and also that I would like to meet her if she wanted to. I gave him my phone-numbers and then he left, but not before he had dressed into his own clothes and a lot of kissing while doing it. I went back upstairs, removed the cum- and sweat stained sheets from my bed, put them in the washer and made up the bed. Then I went outside and sat in the sun by the pool, thinking once more about what had happened since I met Eric. About an hour after Eric left, my cell-phone started to ring. Picking it up from the table next to me, I noticed that whoever was calling me, was calling from an unknown number. I hoped that it might be Eric, and I was right, it was him. He then told me that he had told his grandmother about me and that she wanted to talk with me. I told him OK, and then I heard him telling her that she should take the phone. A few seconds later she was there, talking to me: "Hello, this is Martha, I am Eric's grandmother." "Hello Martha", I answered, "it's nice to talk to you. I am Dan, as I guess you understand." "Yes, Dan, I know, Eric has been telling me about you and the offer about him earning himself some money from mowing your lawn, and also that you would let him use your computer for his homework. I have to tell you that I appreciate that offer a lot, and I understand that Eric is so happy for this opportunity." "Well, it's just a pleasure for me to being able to help him; he seemed such a nice boy and I guess we kind of hit it off immediately;" I answered. "Thank you, Dan," she said and then asked me if I would mind coming over later that day. "It's just that I would like to meet you in person, I do hope you understand. Eric is all the family I have, and I want to know the people he meet, at least when I have the opportunity to meet them myself." I could hear Eric making some sounds in the background, trying to tell her something, but I had more or less anticipated this course of action from his grandmother, so I had no problems responding in a positive way to her wish. We then agreed on what time I should come over, and as she gave me their address, we said our goodbyes. About three hours later I was on my way, quite nervous, but also looking forward to see Eric again and to meet his grandmother. Since it was no more than a 5 min walk, I did not take my car, and as I was getting close to the house where they lived, I noticed that their neighborhood was very similar to mine, although the houses were smaller and that they showed signs of being somewhat a bit run down compared to my own. When I pressed the doorbell, it only took a few seconds before the door was opened and Eric was standing there, smiling his very special and beautiful smile. "Hi da....Dan," he said, blushing from his mistake of almost calling me dad in front of his grandmother that was just then coming to the door. "Well, Eric, are you not going to invite your friend inside?" she asked and then she looked at me. All of a sudden she just stopped, and an "Oh my God" escaped her mouth before I noticed that she her face had become white as a blanket. She almost stumbled before she managed to put a hand on Eric's shoulder, and once more she said: "Oh my God!" Eric looked up at her face and stammered quite anxiously: "What's wrong, grandmother?" and then he looked quite bewildered up at me and asked me to help him as it was obvious that she was about to faint. I got inside in a hurry, took hold of Martha and helped her back towards the kitchen with Eric leading the way. "Get a glass of water," I told him as I managed to get her into a chair. A few minutes later Martha was sitting there with her glass in her hand, looking at me and seemed quite unable to say anything else than "Oh my God!" Eric and I were looking at each other, both of us rather confused. But then when she seemed to calm down a bit, I asked her what had happened. She sat there for a while, staring at me as if she had seen a ghost, and when she had finished what she was about to say, I understood her reaction quite well. "When I first looked at you standing there at our door, Dan, I just thought I was going to die. You see, you look exactly like Eric's father, or what I guess he would have looked like had he still been alive. So my reaction when I saw you, thinking I was seeing someone that has been dead for about 10 years, well, it came as a big, extremely unexpected and big shock to me. Then she started to tell me about Eric's parents. At the time when they met each other, they were around 15-16 y/o, going to the same school, and living in another state than we were right now. She and Eric had moved here about 2 years ago. His parents, Ann and Paul, got married when they were 18 and 19 y/o, because Ann got pregnant, and it was never a question of doing anything else than to get married and have the child. After Eric was born, everything was going as one could expect with all of them. Then, when Eric was 2 y/o, his parents were killed in a road accident, when their car was hit by an oncoming truck. She was crying now, telling me all this, kind of reliving things after the shock I had given her when she saw me. When she continued, she said that I looked so much like Paul, and when I told her that as far as I knew I was an only child, adopted and had lived with stepparents from the day I was born. This statement from me made her gasp and another "Oh my God" escaped her trembling lips. "Paul was adopted too," she finally managed to say. "May I ask you, Dan, what's your date of birth?" "Of course, Martha," I said, but was also overcome with an impression that this was going to be more than an ordinary visit. "I was born on the 26th of January in 1965 and when my stepparents told me that I was adopted, they also told me where I was born. They knew, because that's where they went to get me and take me home". When I told her the name of the city as well as the hospital, she looked at me with unbelievable eyes, started to cry once more before she finally turned towards Eric, looked at him and asked him to come over to her. When he did so, she hugged him and turned him around so that he was facing me. "Eric", she said, "my dearest Eric, I do believe that this nice young man that has in such a strange way come into your, into our lives, happens to be the twin brother we never managed to find, the brother your dad's parents knew about, but that we never managed to find. You found him, Eric. You have just found your unknown uncle"! ...and as usual, to be continued....