Date: Sat, 19 Jan 2008 11:54:58 +0100 From: Dag S. Subject: Eric-my-boy Part 7 (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. Sorry for the delay, folks, but it's just been too busy around here. But now I hope the story will continue as planned. Previous: 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"! Eric, my boy -- Part 7 Looking at them, not believing what I was hearing, at first not quite able to understand the meaning of her words, it suddenly dawned on me that Eric probably was my nephew, as close a relative as I could have except for my own child, if I ever would have one. And that possibility seemed more unlikely than anything else happening to me. I looked around, found a chair and sat down with the inevitable phrase slipping from my mouth: "Oh my God!" Then we looked at each other once more and all of a sudden we started to cry and laugh and I reached out my arms and Eric cam running into a wonderful embrace, crying loud now as I did myself. Three people, all unknown to each other just a day or so ago were sharing a very special family reunion. A few hours later we were totally exhausted after Martha had told us both what really had happened with Eric's parents at the accident when then were killed, as well as me telling them about my life, at least the parts that had some relevance to this fantastic happening in our lives. I will not and cannot go into every detail, but Eric had told me that he never knew anything about his father, and I was a bit confused about that as well as quite a few other things that did not quite fell into place at first. To tell it short, his father, Paul, was never or hardly ever mentioned around the house due to the fact that at the time of the accident, he and Eric's mother Ann had been out with some friends. At the time they left the restaurant to go home, they had come into an argument about something,. Paul had been drinking and on their way home the drove into an oncoming truck, both of them killed instantly. The blame was on Paul, and Martha had never forgiven him for the tragedy. That's more or less the reason for him not being mentioned around the house. His name or existence only surfaced when they had tried to find his unknown twin brother, a task she had never been able to fulfill, due to difficult bureaucracy and insufficient means to hire a lawyer or private investigator. All they had managed to find, was that this twin brother was adopted to a family As I told my story, it soon became obvious or at least more understandable why she by her own efforts never was able to find me. I was picked up from the hospital by my parents or stepparents who lived in another part of the state. Then, when I was about 6 months old, my stepmother died and my father moved back to his parents. They lived on the west coast, and I guess all traces of me stopped then. When I was about 2 years old, he met and married the woman whom I thought of as my mother. We lived as a quite normal family, and when I was 16, I was told that I was adopted, but never anything about having a twin brother. I don't even think they knew. But they told me where I was born. When the time came that I was ready to leave for a university to complete my education, I chose a university in the state as well as the city where I was born. Why I don't really know, I guess I kind of wanted to live in that area for a while, my plans were all the time to return to the west coast and join my fathers company. Then lots of things happened, his company was sold, he made a lot of money and retired at the age of 45. And then, after a year or so, my mother left him, giving no reason at all, and it broke him completely. He lived another year, and when he died, he left everything to me. So I am a very rich man, but never have I felt richer than today, when all of a sudden I have a new, but real family, I concluded and smiled at them both, hugging Eric that had been sitting in my lap most of the time. Martha came over to us, kneeled down and hugged us both. Tears were running, but it was clearly tears of joy. When she a little later asked if we were hungry, and it seemed that we all were, I invited them out to dinner. We were all too exhausted to think of making any kind of meal or food at the time. I made a reservation for three at one of my favorite restaurants. Martha wanted to get herself fixed up and so did I. Eric asked if he could go with me right away, and Martha said he could if I did not mind. I told her it was no problem at all. I would not mind having my nephew coming with me. As a matter of fact, I would love to have him at my house anytime. It's not every day I get a new family member. Eric and I then left, telling Martha we would be back to pick her up in about an hour. As soon as we were inside my house, Eric was in my arms and we were hugging and kissing each other like never before. Crying and laughing at the same time, we went to my bedroom, dropping our clothes along the way. Soon we were in bed again, naked, and as we both knew there was not so much time, we just started to suck each other in I think the most wonderful way possible. His cock was as hard as ever, delicious and hot as it filled my mouth. His precum was flowing, and it tasted so wonderful combined with the purring sounds he made as his lips were stretched to a maximum, being able to take most of my just as hard cock into his mouth. The end just had to come, much too fast for our liking, but we had an oncoming dinner with Martha to think of. With one finger caressing his young hole, and soon entering it, I felt him hardening ever more and with a loud "daddy" his wonderful cream of love started to shoot from his cock. That made me unable to keep my lovecream back, and I let him have it all as I drank every drop of his sweet nectar. A minute later we were kissing and tasting our own cum from each others lips and mouths. "Oh Eric", I said when our kiss finally broke, "You are not only my nephew, you really are my son now and I want to make it official, I want to adopt you!" ...and as usual, to be continued....