Date: Wed, 29 Sep 1999 20:33:25 EDT From: Hidden12@aol.com Subject: Eric Ch12 (M/t) Hard to believe I'm finally coming close to the end of the Eric series, such as it currently exists. Currently there exists written material for two more installments, and one of those needs significant work. I must admit I feed off of, and revel in, you comments, particularly those where a reader is able to say what he likes or dislikes, as well as what he'd like to see in the future. Chapter 12 (In the school year.) I sat up high in the stands watching Eric at swim practice, the scent of chlorine heavy in the humid air. Over the last two seasons, Coach Powers and the boys have gotten used to my periodic presence in the stands and on the pool deck. In a pinch, I had even announced a swim meet once. I usually brought a book or magazine to read in order to occupy that part of my time spent sitting in the rigid plastic bleacher seats when I was not otherwise occupied watching the eye candy below. Only once or twice had I brought my camera to a swim meet. Although I'd blown up and framed several of the pictures I'd taken, I didn't want my interest to be too obvious. I had been in Korea for the last week, so I took the day off to recalibrate my body to the 13-hour time difference. Wonderful! I was in heaven. Between reading the annual special issue magazine on fine homes and watching twenty some odd high school boys churn out the laps of swim practice, I was enjoying myself. Surveying the pool below I watched Coach Powers, more a beefy football type than a swimmer, move through the subtleties of the breaststroke with a small group of boys in a middle lane. I watched the boys, faces flush with exertion and breathing deeply, some with their arms wrapped around their chests to warm themselves in the cooling air, look up at the imposing figure above them clad in blue nylon shorts and a white shirt sporting the school crest. I knew from Eric, that although a good man, Coach tolerated no bull and expected each boy to be the best he could be, always demanding and receiving 110% from the team. I suspect this was the reason they kept winning as frequently as they did. I hadn't particularly located Eric amid the flashing bodies porpoising through the chop filled pool, their eyes covered in sleek dark colored goggles, until the group in the middle turned to resume swimming. Eric smiled and waved briefly even as he shoved off from the poolside into a deep underwater stroke taking him a third of the way down the pool before he surfaced. I watched his body squeeze out the coordinated arm and leg movements of the breastroke followed by a moment of elongated glide before repeating. Mesmerized, I watched his shoulder blades and upper back muscles flex and pull through each stroke, his firm ass held tight inside a blue Speedo barely under the water sheeting over it. Eric swam breastroke for the team, occasionally providing depth in the middle distance freestyle events. The piercing shrill of a whistle blast broke my focus on Eric. Coach Powers was working the sprinters through a speed set, starting from the block, sprinting a length, doing a flip turn at speed, and then returning at an easy pace to rejoin the line. Even as the first boy churned his way down the pool, I smiled to see Mike, one of Eric's best friends and frequent guest to our house, step up onto the starting block. Tall and lean, Mike was well on his way to being a speed demon in the water. I could only smile more as he bent over to grip the starting block with his hands between his feet, his hard wet ass thrust hard into the air, placing his leg muscles under compression for a faster start. A blast of the whistle sent him arcing through the air to join his compatriots in the water. All too quickly, practice came to an end. I sat oblivious, watching the water-slick bodies of Eric's teammates amble past me, grab assing their way towards the locker room. "Looking good, Mike," I said as Mike passed in a throng of other boys. "Oh, Hey! Thanks Mister Rheinhard," he said over his shoulder as he disappeared with a wave into the locker room. Even as I waved back, Eric was at the bleacher rails. "Hi, Dad. How was Korea?" I loved to hear him call me dad. "Great, but glad to be home. You want a lift?" "Yeah, I'll be out in about 10 minutes." "Mike need a ride home too?" "Nah, he's stuck on clean up this week for blowing off a practice. 'Sides I'm pretty sure he's got his car here. Have you seen him?" "He's already inside." "Not for long! Lemme go shag him back out here before Coach gets mad. See ya!" Eric smiled back at me and skittered away to follow his friends, arms wrapped around his chest for warmth, hair plastered to his head. I watched the muscles of Eric's back ripple and his ass cheeks move under the glistening suit as he moved toward the locker room. When the door opened, I could hear the rush of the showers and the laughter of boys echoing, both bringing back memories of my own days in high school. I broke my reverie when I again heard my name called. "Hi, Robert, how are things? Eric is going to be doing great things this year you know," Coach Powers said walking up to me. Smiling, I said, "Great! Must be the good coaching he's getting, Ron." "Ha! Well, some of it perhaps. Eric is quite a kid." Just then Mike came back through the locker room doors with a towel draped over his shoulders, lean fit body now dry except for the stray drip from his damp suit leaving its telltale mark on his leg. Mike began picking up kickboards and pullbuoys while we both watched for a moment. "What did Mike do?" I asked, curious if Coach Powers' viewpoint would be any different that Eric's. "Nothing serious, just missed a practice." Both of us were now watching Mike as he knelt to release the lane lines dividing the length of the pool. As my own eyes feasted on the sight, I became painfully aware that I was watching him so closely in front of another man, the boy's coach in fact. Glancing up, I was relieved to notice that Coach Powers' attention was also consumed by the handsome teen. Gathering my gear, I stood before I got into trouble. "Well, see you again later. I need to go before Eric comes looking for me." "OK. Good to talk with you. Hope to see you at the meets," Coach replied as we went our separate ways. After meeting Eric in the cooler dry air of the school hallway outside the pool, we walked to the car talking about the events of the last week. Without pause in our chatter, we soon found the garage door closing noisily behind us while we walked into the house. After a deep hug, Eric and I retreated upstairs to the master bathroom - each now quietly happy to be near the other again. We both knew what was going to happen, each looking forward to his own role. The master bath was, by design, a reasonably large place, flooded with light from an overhead skylight, where two people could get undressed and use the bathrooms facilities without bumping into each other, at least without doing it on purpose. Leaning against the counter to take my socks off, I paused to watch Eric hop up and down on one foot trying to unhook his brightly hued bikini bottoms from around his ankle. He laughed and reached out to meet my hand offered to hold him steady until the reluctant fabric was stripped from the wonderful form in front of me. I stared for a moment at the tan ankle momentarily suspended in the air before me, the bony knob of his anklebone floating beneath the still tan skin covered with gossamer hairs. I smiled to see the thin gold chain I had bought for him in the Omani gold market writhing like a golden flash of light around his offered ankle. A mental image of that same chain tight around his calf, legs in the air, ankles in my hands flashed through my mind. After being away for a week, my heart (and my cock) filled with love and desire for this young creature standing naked before me. I suddenly realized that Eric had just taken a shower barely fifteen minutes earlier. Clearly, he was here for another reason than to get clean. Kneeling naked, his not yet fully erect penis hung nestled between his smooth thighs, Eric took off my remaining sock, traced his hands up my legs to meet the tenting fabric of my boxers before standing up. "Will you help me get cleaned up?" he asked quietly. "Of course, you know that." Eric and I both preferred an empty colon for sex. Our coupling would be unusual so soon after school. Eric turned to place both hands on the sink counter, standing with his feet slightly apart and ass jutted out. I squirted some lube from the dispenser into my hand before kneeling behind my teenage boy. I peered at his wonderful ass, buttocks firmly muscled without hardness, delightfully tanned from long hours naked in the yard and pool. Spreading those cheeks, his tight pink bud winked at me as he reacted reflexively to my blowing a cool stream of air across it. Despite having regrown the pubic hair over his penis for appearances at school, his ass remained delightfully hair free without the need of shaving or cremes. Eric's body shifted, leg muscles tensed as the cool gel on my fingers touched his most intimate of places- a place on his 15 year old body that had been invaded by my fingers, tongue, and cock many times in the last three years. While my index finger slid across his pucker to lightly massage his ring, I wondered how many others had enjoyed him as I had; I knew his friend Mike and the Sultan had, as had the man he invited to the apartment some months ago. Pushing the lube slick finger into his body, I wondered if there had been any others. Stopping only to squirt some more lube onto my fingers, I continued to work his ass until it had opened up to take two fingers. Certainly he hadn't been fucked any time lately in my absence. Although somewhat concerned for his safety and well being, I figured his sexual adventurism was normal and, in fact, probably good for him. "Ready?" I asked him as I reached out to the long metallic hose that ran from the showerhead nearly to the faucet below before returning to loop back over the showerhead. The end had a chrome shaft about six inches long by 3/4" in diameter with a small hole in the rounded tip. A small stopcock between the hose and the probe controlled the flow of water. Eric nodded. Despite the wonderful and sometimes public sex we enjoyed, he was still somewhat embarrassed about this part of gay sex. While allowing the water to come to a warm temperature from the faucet, I coated the probe with a thin coat of lube and released the valve to purge air from the hose. Eric lifted his right leg up to rest his foot on the cool white surface of the counter as I approached, giving me open access to his butt. Sliding the cool nozzle across the folds of his asshole, I kissed his cheek and held his body to mine even as I slipped the enema nozzle into him. Nibbling lightly on an ear, our bodies were in full contact as my hand guided the probe into the bowels of my son, and my nose swept in the light clean scent of chlorine from the pool. "Tell me when to stop," I said as I slowly released the valve. Eric's chin dropped to his chest, his body surged forward on his toes in reaction to the water swirling inside him. A nod came quickly from him and I released the valve and pulled the dripping rod from him. Blushing slightly red on his smooth Nordic face, Eric let his leg down, stretched with both hands over his head and turned to the toilet. "You might wanna open a window," he said just as his bowels purged themselves. The vent fan kept odors under control as he cleaned himself off and returned with his leg up for another round. The slick nozzle returned quickly to its hole and again filled my boy with water. This time following his nod, I again held Eric to my chest, allowing my hands to roam his body pinching delicately at a nipple, tracing the curves of his abdomen and gently pawing his genitals. Writhing under my caresses, he finally turned, stretching up to meet my lips, and kissed me before breaking away to make his way again to the toilet. Finished, he asked, "Ready for a shower, old man?" "You bet." Opening the door to the huge tiled shower enclosure, I ushered Eric inside. When building the house, I had specified a large walk in shower with twin showerheads each with its own controls. Three people could fit inside intimately, but I'd shared it only with Eric. Facing each other under the warm spray we gravitated into each other's arms until we stood, tongues dueling, oblivious to everything else in the world. I felt Eric's hard adolescent cock stab into my thigh; reaching down I stroked his ivory hardness. I could feel the slight upturn of his dick, crown throbbing against my fingertips. Kneeling, I took his cock into my mouth, first flicking my tongue against the slit before taking him deep with a twist of my head as my tongue covered the underside of his shaft. Dropping his hands to my head, Eric began to thrust in and out of my mouth and throat, his need to cum reflected by the fervor of his actions. With one finger sunk deep inside his ass, I could feel him tense. Quickly he began to shoot his load into my mouth until his twitching body pulled his cock from me, the remaining squirts of his cum splattered upon my face and chest only to be washed away in the torrent of cascading water. After his release and a quick kiss we returned to the more mundane, but yet still enjoyable, task of actually cleaning each other up. Eric bathed my body gently with soapy hands from my head to my toes, finishing by stroking my already erect cock in a mass of soapy foam. "Looks like you're ready," he said, guiding me back a step beneath the water jets. "Soon, soon enough. Now my turn to do you." I too washed him gently, enjoying the curves of his body, firm muscle, hard bone, and supple flesh beneath my fingers. Ending with his cleft between smooth ass cheeks, I maneuver him to stand facing the wall, his teen ass towards me. Now we would both get the release we'd waited a week to enjoy. Not surprisingly for us, a tall, half-empty dispenser of lube stood proudly next to the shampoo in the shower. After his enema, it took little coaxing from my fingers before Eric was grinding his butt back to meet me. With one hand on my cock, the other on his chest, I leaned over to lick his ear and whispered, "You ready to get fucked? I've been wanting to slide my cock back inside you since the moment I left." Eric's eyes were closed; only his feet moved farther apart to allow me access to his body. My knuckles firm against his ass cheeks, I guided my throbbing cock to his hole. After leaving the tip of my prick against his pucker for just a moment, I surged forward and up. My cock sank deep inside my boy in a single thrust. A whimper escaped from his lips while his body struggled to deal with the invader. Pulling out until the engorged crown of my cock tugged on the backside of his ring of muscle guarding the entrance to his body, I slammed my cock full length back into my boy, needing to fuck him, join with him, after being away for what seemed like so long. Each stroke sent my hard cock deep into his young body, my hands on his hips feeling his whole boy body lift up onto his toes from the upwards thrusts of my cock into his smaller frame. Laying my upper body across his back, feeling his water slick skin under mine, I continued to pump hard into my son from behind, my arms now wrapped around his chest, my teeth nipping at an ear. I glanced up to see Eric's white knuckles holding onto the towel bar in lust driven desperation. "Oh God I'm glad you're back!" Eric grunted out, his face rubbing nearly constantly against mine. "I've been needing this bad." "Eric," I said nuzzling my nose into the short hair behind the flap of his ear, "I'm gonna fill your young ass up with cum! I've been saving this up just for you." "Ha! I bet you say that to all the little boys you fuck, don't you?" he asked twisting his head back to smile at me while driving his ass back to meet my rampant cock. "Of course!" I said, leaning in to kiss him and suck his tongue into my mouth. Pinching one of his nipples hard, I felt his ass contract, squeezing my cockhead buried within him and his tongue press hard into my mouth. Feeling his body react, I could last no longer after a week's abstinence, shooting my load into his bowels in a series of near convulsions. Parting from him, I placed the palm of one hand on his lower back to keep him in place as I dropped to my knees behind him. Parting his freshly fucked ass cheeks, I looked in at the open pucker of his teen ass. A small dark hole led into the confines of his young body where seconds ago my own dick had slid in and out. I could see the glint of lube and the opaque sheen of my churned cum around his hole. Leaning forward, I snaked my tongue out to again enjoy the body of my boy. The distant taste of him mixed with the stronger taste of my cum drove my tongue deeper into his body. The dilation of his hole helped me plunge my tongue into him as far as I could, each time flickering for his pleasure and in search of my seed deposited moments before. As I sucked on his hole, Eric jacked his teen cock furiously while his legs trembled from the stimulation. Feeling his testicles draw up into his body in preparation for shooting his second load in 15 minutes, I left the juiciness of his ass, spinning him around to take his now shooting cock back into my mouth, the mound of his sex smooth against my nose. Shot after shot of his seed pelted my mouth and tongue. I swallowed quickly, enjoying the flavor of my son, and continued to bathe his cockhead with my tongue until Eric had to rip his now ultrasensitive dick from my mouth. Standing up, we kissed deeply. I loved to look down into his eyes. Behind the closed eyelids I knew he would be looking back with sparkling green pupils. Our tongues writhed together as we both came down off orgiastic highs. My hands clutched his young bubble butt drawing his boy body to mine, trapping both our cocks between us even as the cooling water pelted us from above. The rest of the shower was relatively uneventful, cleaning up the juices from our sex. Once finished, Eric stood passively as I dried him off in a huge white terrycloth towel. The moist dampness in the air clung to us, the scents of soap and steam mixed together. I noticed that even after two ejaculations, Eric was still semi erect. "Want some more, stud?" I asked. "You bet!" Eric said from beneath the towel drying his hair. Taking the towel from my hands, he tossed it at me before bending over to pick it up, ass deliberately towards me. I couldn't resist, my fingers drawn to his hole. "Ummm. I like that!" Eric stood bent over gripping his ankles as I played with his ass, sliding first one finger then two into him. "An ass like this is meant for fucking!" I said slapping him gently. "Come on; let's do this on the bed." Eric landed on the rumpled sheets first, smiling, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. I knelt over my boy's head facing his feet, my own cock hardening in anticipation. I could feel the damp silkiness of Eric's hair against my thighs as I guided the head of my cock to rest against his lips. From below, Eric snaked his tongue up to caress my dick, finally taking it into his mouth. Drawing my hands down along the smooth skin of his body, I reached out for his sex, cupping his prick and balls in my hands squeezing them gently. Up on my knees I began to thrust gently into Eric's mouth until I finally felt him relax and allow me into his throat. "Ummmhh, Eric, you are good!" With the tip of my index finger I smeared the leaking precum around the tip of his dick before sucking the sweetness from my finger. Leaning forward, I hooked both hands behind his up thrust knees and pulled back slightly. "Get that ass up. You want to feel my tongue in your ass again, boy?" With my cock in his throat, Eric could hardly even nod his head. With me pulling on his crooked knees, Eric's body pivoted up from his shoulders. I licked at the sensitive pink soles of his small feet before pulling again to draw his ass up above his head, his mouth still full of my prick. Interlocking my fingers behind his lower back to hold him near vertical, I kissed and lightly nipped at the smooth muscular boy butt before me. The first time I had rimmed his ass when he was 13 he didn't much like it. Now as I closed in on the puffy lips of his ass, I knew it was high on his list of things he liked, second only to actually being fucked. Lapping across the width of his crack, I could feel the roughness of my afternoon beard grate across his skin. I traced the folds of his cleft around and around, stopping periodically to blow cool air across his spasming hole. Sinking a finger deep into my boy, I went straight for his prostate, rubbing the tender gland with a finger tip eliciting a jerk of his legs, I could feel the vibration of a moan on my cock still in his throat. Withdrawing my finger, I replaced it with the pointed tip of my tongue sliding it into his fuck-loosened ass. I plunged my tongue in and out of his quavering hole, my chin resting just below his smooth testicles. Looking down I could only see Eric's lips tight around my cock and the redness of his flush cheeks resting between my legs. I could feel Eric squirm his ass in my arms. "Ahhh, you like that don't you?" I asked. "Ummmhhmmmp," was all Eric could reply. "You want something back in there, don't you?" I teased. This time I could see as well as feel his head nod. Two fingers together, I slid them back into wrinkled pink folds of his hole. Nearly jerking them in and out, I finger fucked him feverously, again causing him to squirm, only this time as a result of the intentional stimulation of his adolescent prostate. I pulled one of Eric's hands from my hips up onto his ass, his fingers sought out his hole, replicating what I had been doing moments before. "That's right, fuck yourself. I want to see those fingers fly." I could hear as well as see him thrusting his fingers in and out, first two then finally three. I pulled his firm cheeks apart as his fingers slipped out, quivering ass hole drawn open and inviting the cool breath I again blew across his skin. I thought how lucky I was; naked in bed with a handsome and fit 15-year-old boy. His legs in the air, my tongue buried in his ass that I'd fucked only minutes earlier, his head pinioned to the bed by my cock which he was sucking on with abandon. Feeling myself nearing ejaculation, I sucked Eric's testes into my mouth, enjoying the hairless sack before finally releasing him and pulling away from his mouth. "Get up on your knees," I said, reaching out to his uniformly tanned hip. I wondered how that went over with his friends on the swim team. Quickly, Eric scrambled into position, ass up, face and upper chest pressed into the old comforter generously spotted with the marks of our prior sexual escapades. Eric's arms braced his body as he spread his knees further apart, his delicate pink feet overlapping directly below his ass so perfectly presented for what was to come. Kneeling behind him, I gently touched my bare, leaking cockhead against his flesh before gently stroking it along the length of his crack. I wanted so much to feel him, to join with him physically and emotionally. My fingertips traced the bony ridges of his spine before caressing the tight skin of his upthrust ass and settled down on his hips. "Mmmmmm. This is good," I said finally pushing the head of my prick back into his young body. I could feel Eric's slim frame react, muscles rippling, a soft moan escaping from his lips in response to my entry. I slid slowly full stroke into him before pausing, and then slowly pulled all the way out. "Oh god, Fuck me! Fuck meeee!" I teased him for a while with long slow penetrations of his teen body, each time kissing a different part of his body when I sank home. Though he was freshly showered, I could smell a faint, but very special, scent, one that I have come to associate with Eric being highly aroused. Wanting to see his face, I pulled the length of my bare cock out of his body, my cock slick with the mixed juices of my boy. Once Eric had settled on his back, cherubic face smiling up at me, white teeth flashing beneath deep red lips, I hoisted his ankles to rest on my shoulders. Not being a teenager myself any longer, I was able to pump him until he was nearly wailing out, fists grasping at the sheets, when I finally unleashed my second load into him in about half an hour. When I had finally stopped my shuddering, I released his ankles and lay out next to him. Feeling him jacking his cock in the afterglow of his penetration, I brushed his hand away and took over the job, his ivory cock proud and hard in my hand. Leaning over his body I licked at the tip of his leaking cock to savor his precum even as I pinched at one of his erect nipples. Writhing in reaction, his cock erupted shooting cum across the side of my face and all over his heaving body. Falling back on the bed next to him, I let my fingertips trace random spidery patterns across his chest. With only the lightest of touch, he would shudder when I hit a sensitive spot until he could take no more and turned to tuck himself into my side. There we rested, our heartbeats slowing and gradually moving into synch with each other. I expect we both dozed of momentarily, as it was nearly 6 o'clock when I finally glanced at the clock, almost an hour after we'd left the shower. "Just stay there a sec," I said, standing up. >From the dresser drawer I extracted a medium sized black butt plug I had bought for Eric several months ago. It wasn't the largest in his collection, but I knew that he wore it around the house and even out in public on occasion. Eric shifted his ass and slid his fingertips through the drying puddles of his cum splattered across his chest as he watched me clamber back onto the bed. Rubbing the black latex across the softness of his cum damp cheeks and chest, I lubed the device destined for his ass with his own juices. "Ready for this? I want that cum to stay in your ass for a while," I said, already pulling on one ankle with my free hand. "Oh yeah. My ass feels empty without your cock in it" Returning to lie on his back, Eric once again pulled his smooth young legs back, exposing his hole, now twice fucked in 60 minutes, to my gaze. "Ummm. That is such a hot sight!" I slowly pushed and twisted until the large bulbous head of the plug sank into my boy, a small circle of cum and saliva pushed outward from his hole by the invading object. Eric's 15 year old frame writhed from the momentary flash of pain from a sore sphincter and the pleasure of a stretched colon, his ankle tugging in my grip as I held it aloft. Every movement rubbed the semi hard instrument across his now tender prostate. My fingers on the flared base, I pushed in once more and then began to tilt and drive it into his quivering body. "Oh god, you keep doing that to me, and you'll have to fuck me again!" Eric said behind the white knuckles of one hand he'd thrust into his mouth. "My pleasure, but I'll have to keep you in suspense for a while. I'm not 16 like Mike!" I pinched a nipple hard causing his legs to straighten out and his body to flex, driving the plug deep into his body. Smiling up at me from his back, his fingers tapping at the base of the plug lodged in his teen ass, Eric asked suddenly, "What is you wildest sex dream?" "Well, let me think about that a sec. I have a bunch, you know!" "Come on! I know you've got a favorite. What do you jack off too when you're gone?" he demanded, wrestling his way on top of me, I could feel the hard base of the plug pressing into my stomach. "Ok! Ok! I give. You sure you want to hear this?" "Me? Heck yes! What haven't we done together yet?" "Well, I would like to be there while another man fucks you. Yep! I think that would be pretty hot." "Ha! I should've known!" I was relieved to see him smiling, even as he rolled from on top of me and threw his head back down onto the bed in mock indignation. "Well, what do you think?" I asked. A pause. "Mmm maybe, depends on who it was!" "How about Allen? I know he thinks you are a hot young man." "Allen? Wow, you are serious." I watched my boy squirm on the bed a bit, his hips grinding into the mattress and crumpled sheets as his fingers toyed with the plug filing his ass. Finally looking over at me, Eric said, "You think he'd do it? That would be so hot to have you watch me and him." I was a bit nervous calling Allen, a local friend of several years. I made sure I used the digital cordless phone out of paranoia of having the conversation monitored. While I knew for a fact he was a boylover and attracted to Eric, he and I had never directly discussed the possibility of his having sex with Eric. Eric listened intently to the strange one-sided conversation. "Hi, Allen, this is Robert." "Got any free time this evening? I have someone here who is interested in meeting you." "I think it would be worth your time, Allen. He's ready for you. "Yes. Eric." "No, I'm not shitting you. He's taken all I can give him and wants more." "Great! See you then." Eric lay beside me, a strange look on his face as an idle hand caressed an erect nipple. "Wow, I can't believe this. Is he really coming over?" He asked. "Yep, sure is. You have about thirty minutes before he'll be here." "Think I should get cleaned up? I seem to be a bit sticky, inside and out!" "No! You're hot just like you are. Stay just like that. You up for this?" I asked. "Yeah, I am. You?" "I have some reservations about sharing you but, other than that, Allen is a good guy." Eric laughed and stretched his nude body on the bed, ribs rippling beneath taut skin, toes pointed down and fingers interlocked overhead, recently spent penis tumescent on his belly. "Is that jealousy I hear?" "Damn right!" I said. Eric smiled back and rose up on an elbow to kiss me. Finally, we separated some fifteen minutes later. I rinsed off my face and threw on a pair of old sweats while Eric fidgeted on the bed. "I feel funny about just appearing nude in front of the man," he said. "How about that white shirt? It kind of takes the edge off the initial meeting," I replied. "Yeah it does, doesn't it." Eric looked a bit sheepish, remembering that the last time he had worn my white shirt another man had fucked his young ass silly then too. Just as Eric slipped his fine hairless chest into the long length of one of my old white shirts, the doorbell rang. Looking briefly at each other, I went down to let Allen in. Opening the door, I met the expectant and uncertain face of a long time friend. Stepping inside, Allen stopped dead when Eric entered the foyer. My eyes followed his to take in the sight of a nearly naked teen standing there before us, long bare legs still tanned from the summer, a hint of supple buttock mostly hidden from view, small trimmed school time pubic patch crowning a stiffening boycock of respectable length, Eric's smooth chest teasingly hidden beneath the folds of the unbuttoned shirt. His face flushed and eyes glancing up to meet Allen's as he walked toward the man, Eric knelt silently before Allen, his young buttocks against pink heels. Eric ran his hands slowly up the cotton fabric of Allen's pants before finally converging on the mound of his obviously hard mansex. From a few feet away I watched as Eric looked up into Allen's eyes, smiled, and then unzipped the man's pants to extract his erect circumcised cock. Holding it by the shaft, the tip of Eric's tongue darted out to dab at the accumulated precum, before flickering around the red crown. Looking back up at Allen, Eric smiled again briefly, before shifting his body slightly into a better position. I could see the underside of his chin ripple as he slowly took Allen's entire length first into his mouth, and then finally his throat, until Eric's nose was buried in bushy, dark pubic hair. "Oh, god, I can't believe this is happening," Allen said, his legs half-buckling and half starting to evenly thrust his cock into my boy's face. Backing off, Eric smeared the saliva slick cock across the delicate features of his face, under his nose, across the silky smooth cheeks, over his forehead, down along the bridge of his nose and across an eyelid. Pushing Allen's cock upwards, Eric turned his head to let his tongue reach out to guide the hanging ball sack to his mouth. Sucking one egg in at a time, Eric gently, slowly tugged at the testicle in his mouth before moving to the next one. Allen finally pushed Eric's head away from his tender nuts while at the same time slipping the shear white fabric of my old shirt from Eric's tanned shoulders. Separated from the man cock in front of him, Eric quickly kissed the crown with a smile, stood and backed off a few feet. I grinned when I watched my boy start to walk toward our bedroom, when he looked over his shoulder and gave Allen another small seductive smile. "I think there is more in store for you," I told Allen as Eric scampered around the corner. "This OK with you?" he asked. "Sure, and it's OK with him too. I want to be there though, not that I think you would hurt him or anything. You know the deal." "Yeah, I think I understand," he laughed as we both turned to follow where Eric's naked form had gone. Guiding Allen to the bedroom, we found Eric on the bed on his back, knees up with feet resting precariously on the edge of the mattress. Tussled sheets were wadded up around him from our rutting earlier in the evening. The smell of sex was unmistakable over the scent of the beeswax candles he had lit before Allen arrived to give the room some shimmering atmosphere. Allen watched Eric intently even as he began to shed his clothes. From between Eric's legs, the base of the black butt plug, still lodged deep in his boy ass, was unmistakable. Standing naked between my son's legs, erect cock shiny in the candlelight, Allen caressed the silky smooth musculature of Eric's long legs. Up the calves to the knee, down the insides of his thighs to meet together over the hairless ball sack, twitching cock and tight mound of carefully trimmed pubic hair, Allen's hands explored the wondrous form of adolescent boy in front of him. Index finger extended to flick at what appeared to be a drop of dried cum on Eric's abdomen, Allen said, "I see you have been a busy boy. Are you ready for some more?" Eric nodded and drew his knees to his chest exposing his plugged ass and soft feet bottoms to the man about to slide his cock into him. Although Eric and I hadn't talked about it before hand, I was convinced enough of Allen's health to allow him to take Eric without a condom. Getting up from my chair, I handed Allen a small bottle of lube. Seeing Eric reach towards his ass, I stopped, mesmerized by the sight of Eric's hand pulling the bulbous plug from his sphincter; tendons bulged briefly as the ring of his ass expanded until stretched tight around the smooth latex surface. The plug nearly shot out, driven by the tightness of Eric's ass. After spasming momentarily to adjust, a narrow black hole guided the way into my boy's body. His fingers slipping into the moist, fucked depths of Eric's bottom, Allen twisted his hand about in the already twice plundered hole. Guiding his cock with one hand, Allen pushed on the back of Eric's knee with the other as he placed his cockhead, flared hard and purple with blood above the pink ring of circumcision scar, against the soft hole of my son. Watching from a rearward angle, I saw his ass cheeks flex, driving his hardness deep even as I heard Eric's moan. "Oh, god, yes. I need you to fuck my ass!" Eric said, hands alternately thrashing about, jacking at his again erect teen cock, and thumbing Allen's nipples. The sounds of slapping flesh, Allen's thighs against the smooth buttocks of a 16 year old boy, filled the air, punctuated by the occasional bursts of air being first sucked into the void of Eric's tight hole cause by the sudden withdrawal of Allen's invading cock and then driven explosively out. Eric's moans and the silky sounds of his young flesh being thrust against the sheets were the only other sounds in the room. I was in voyeuristic heaven, watching a good friend fuck my son in front of my eyes. Over the top of Allen's shoulders, Eric's feet rode high, his toes curling with each pump into his body. To see another man's form leaning over to clench my son's form to his, the man's cock plowed deep into a most sacred place, caused both intense excitement and reluctance. I could tell Allen was about to shoot when his thrusts became more frantic. Finally pausing momentarily, Allen grabbed Eric by the ankles, spreading my boy's legs wide, he slammed his cock deep while half gnawing on the arch of one of Eric's feet. Body shuddering, Allen plunged one last time into my writhing and moaning son, pumping into the young body still yet another load to mingle with those I had deposited earlier. Grabbing Eric's hand away from his reddened boycock, Allen withdrew, and immediately took my son's raging erection into his mouth. My own hand was stroking my hardness as I watched my friend suck on the ivory tower of my son's prick. Pulling away suddenly, Allen furiously stroked Eric's cock, not stopping even as my boy's back arched from the bed and streams of nearly clear semen flew from his cock to land across his sweat sheened chest. Relaxing back into the bed, Eric's legs slipped over the edge of the bed as his chest heaved to feed air to the sex charged soul. Seeing the candle light dance in the random streaks of cum and sweat on my son, I moved to sit on the side of the bed next to Eric. Gently pinching Eric's erect nipples between my fingers, I lovingly grazed my fingertips lightly across his thighs, arms and chest. Highly sensitive to the slight touch, Eric would shudder and shiver in reaction, his whole body writhing and whimpering, no longer able to separate the sexual from the purely physical stimulus. Holding on to his sides, I leaned over to lick at the cooling pools of his cum spotted across his flesh. Looking up into his eyes, I smiled at him, smoothed his sweat streaked hair back from his young forehead and kissed him, sharing his seed between us. Feeling Eric's body relax, I stood, and turned to see Allen nearly dressed. Looking back at my boy, I saw that he was asleep already, spent after the long day of school, swim practice and sex. The still glistening plug lay discarded in the folds of the sheets beside an outstretched arm. Silently and gently, Allen guided his hands over the smooth peachfuzz covered skin of my naked son, the boy he had just mounted and filled with his love. I watched the two of them for a moment, the shadows of the flickering candlelight playing against the intersection of the two creatures. Eric, asleep, began to move a bit and periodically twitch, mumbled words unformed on his lips, as he dreamed on in oblivion. Drawing a fingernail across the creased skin of a foot, Allen smiled while Eric drew the foot away and rolled over onto his belly, arms tucked beneath his young chest, tight mounds of his buttocks again exposed to our collective view. We could see the redness of his cheeks and a slippery glint sparkling from deeper in his crack. Leading Allen from the bedroom, we exchanged a brief kiss, the distant taste of Eric's semen still present. Little else was said as he departed, and quickly I found myself back in bed next to the quiescent form of my boy. Pulling myself around his back, his tender bottom cupped in my crotch, I placed my hand against his slowly beating heart until sleep took me as well. Although the next morning was a Saturday, I had to make a brief appearance at work following my long absence overseas. Wanting to spend the remainder of the day with Eric, I got up early despite having finally gone to bed around midnight. Nevertheless, one thing led to another, and I found myself calling around 10 o'clock to tell Eric I'd be home a little after noon. The afternoon was both a celebration of an Indian summer and unusually warm for New York State in September. Entering the house, I looked for Eric until not surprisingly, I found him by the poolside face down sunning himself on a chaise lounge. Walking up quietly beside him, I saw from the serene look on his young face, one cheek mashed into the ribbed mesh of the chair, that he was asleep. Kneeling next to him, I watched his eyes flutter beneath closed lids. Air quietly whistled through pursed lips, his back gently rising with each breath. The day was warm enough from my boy to be sweating as he slept. A wet droplet started slow and then ran from wild hairline across the blush expanse of a cheek. With his arms draped idly over the edges, one hand twitched as though shooing a bug. Pink palms gently cupped full fingernails gleaming in the afternoon sun. I leaned over to dip the tip of my outstretched tongue into the tiny pool formed in the small of his back by the rivulets of moisture, each gleaming with crystal clarity as though made of the most brilliant diamond. After dipping a cupped hand into the pool, I returned to my son's side. One drip at a time, water fell from my fingertips hovering above the firm expanse of his bottom. Each droplet would fall, twinkling, to splash upon his flesh, seemingly disintegrate, only to reform and stream down the tanned curves of his lean buttocks. Pausing in his slumber, Eric's body twisted, finally lying still again, again face down but with his right leg cocked, tilting his hip toward me and parting his cheeks a bit, exposing the underside of his adolescent scrotum. I watched in aroused awe at this sleeping young Adonis before me- his youthful splendors at once exposed to me and yet secure in my heart. The drips of my water trickled slowly across his well formed thigh; lower I went, drinking in the strength of his calf, muscles formed from countless hours of youthful play, swimming, and running. The blood vessel traversing the bony mount of his ankle pulsed a steady rhythm above the smooth, worn soles of his foot. Eric would never be a tall man, and his feet, with surprisingly long toes, were not as large as mine. Another handful of water brought me back to his midsection. Drop after slow drop fell from my hand to land upon the steep smooth sides of Eric's parted cleft. Finally a drip formed within and ran lower to invade the puckered crevasse of my son's anus. With some patient effort, I was able to land a drop directly onto the target, a source of wild pleasure for us both. I smiled to watch his sphincter tighten and relax as the periodic drop landed upon the sensitive flesh. Even as I paused to rest my arm, a rivulet formed and trickled with the irresistible urge of gravity even lower across taut bridging skin until meeting the crinkled compactness of Eric's quiescent scrotum. Standing, I noticed my own arousal. The naked splendor of this sleeping youth was overwhelming. His hair, while matted with sweat in some areas, rustled in the afternoon breeze. I wondered if he was dreaming. As though in response to my thought, Eric drew in a sharp breath, both hands now half-clutching at the frame of the lounge, even as he slept on. Indistinct words popped from his mouth, cheeks reddening. I stood back, mesmerized, as my naked boy slowly began to thrust his hips into the lounge, a hand falling over his back to land between parted cheeks. Across his body from eyebrows to toes, muscles writhed in an erotic nocturnal dance. "Oh, god!" I heard distinct words and then, "Fuck, fuck me hard" A second later his body tensed with a guttural man from low in his throat, beneath the lounge I was not surprised to see his seed dripping down to splatter on the cool, shaded concrete. Release past, Eric tossed over, cum damp cock a flash before my eyes, and then with a final large breath, settled back into his dreams. Dipping my fingers into the cooling pool of cum beneath his chair, I tasted him, familiar with the salty tang that had filled my mouth so many times before. I sat watching Eric for some minutes, half wishing he would wake so we could talk about his day, half pleased that nothing disturbed the serenity of the form before me. Finally I stood and, with a parting glance at my boy, turned to the house. About twenty minutes later, Eric, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, walked naked into the kitchen where I was making a sandwich. "Hi, Eric, how was your morning?" I asked between mouthfuls of turkey on wheatbread. "Oh, good, I guess. I slept late and then came out here." "Something on your mind?" I asked. Something besides feeling tired registered in his voice. "Oh, nothing." "Horse feathers. What's up?" "Am I just a fuck toy? A cockhound? I feel like a slut." "Why's that?" I figured it had to do something with last night. "Cripes, I've been fucked so many times I can't count. It's not you. Seems like I've done everything with everyone, and I'm barely 16! Isn't there anything more defining about me than my ass?" "Of course there is, Eric. It's all of you. From the brilliance of your eyes, to the proven sharpness of your mind, even your smell as you sweat, you are all those things and far more. Resilience and gentleness, so many, many things. Even your delightful ass." "I know, it just seems like everything is focused on sex." "We have had a pretty wild twenty-four hours. It's hardly unusual for a teen's mind to be on sex either. Do you wish we hadn't done some of the things we've done?" I asked after a pause. "Nah, I guess not." "Even Allen last night?" A pause. "That's part of the reason, I guess, I feel like a slut. I couldn't get enough! God was I hot yesterday when you came home." I could hear a distinct change in the tone of his voice. No longer was he looking down. "I mean, I really wanted more." "Is that bad?" I asked. "No, I guess not. Not like it happens everyday or anything," he said and then added after a moment with a glint in his eye, "or with everybody!" "I'm flattered that you got that worked up over what we started." I said finally reaching out to pull his chest to mine and wrapping him in a huge bear hug. "You are the greatest thing in my life. Be happy," I said into the swirl of hair on the top of his head. His returned hug ended the topic. Chapter 13 to follow in about 2 weeks