Date: Fri, 16 Jul 1999 16:55:04 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Ch 4/12 (M/t)

This is an ongoing fantasy story.  I provided the Nifty Archive and A.S.S.G.M 
with a copy for public nonprofit release; please no other distribution.  

I have, for the moment, given up trying to knit the original vignettes (some 
of which you may have already read) together into the framework of fantasy in 
which they were conceived. Much of the content is new; some is not; all 
installations have been edited to some degree and rearranged.  Suggestions 
and comments regarding content or technique are extremely welcome. I'd also 
like to thank a man for taking the time to edit part of my work. I won't 
claim that I got to all the changes needed; all the mistakes are mine alone. 
(Yes, the formatting is substandard.)

Practice safe sex, live to enjoy life.

Chapter 4.


I woke up early the next morning, my eyes slowly adjusting to the light 
pouring through the window beside the bed.  It felt good to lie there half 
conscious, warmed by the intense morning light, cooled by the whispering air 
from the ceiling fan, caressed by the smoothness of cotton sheets.  Totally 
relaxed, happy, and content.

Eric still slept soundly beside me, on his side but half rolled on his belly, 
one leg cocked forward, the golden strength of his muscled back gently 
rippling with each slow shallow breath.  Looking down, I saw the sheet molded 
to the contours of his lower body, a body I knew to be naked.  Rolling onto 
my side, head supported in my hand, I closed my eyes again and reached out to 
explore the delicate surface and contours of my boy.  Finger tips touched his 
smooth, down covered body ever so lightly, skimming across the expanse of 
exposed flesh registering every dip and rise, every curve, every muscle of my 
lover.  Even with the sheet between my hand and his warm skin, my hand 
continued its wandering as my mind catalogued every detail.  I felt him 
shudder beneath my fingers.


"Hey, sleep good?" A sleepy voice penetrated my mind at the same time I felt 
the touch of his body change as Eric rolled over.


"Yep and you, sleepy head?" I asked as I stroked his sleep mused hair.


Eric stretched, arms over head, legs straight beneath the sheet, toes 
pointed, belly taught beneath my gaze. "I dunno.  When'd we go to bed?"


"Sometime around 2 o'clock."


"Cripes.  No wonder I'm tired," Eric replied with a loud exhale and relaxing 
back into the bed.  "I bet it's 10:00," he said starting to get up on an 
elbow in order to glance at the clock on the dresser.  "Ahhh.  It's only 
twenty after nine. Wow, was I out of it.  I slept like a rock"


"How's about some breakfast and then we head out for the 'Gunks.  I called 
Mohunk already and made a reservation for tonight."  The 'Gunks was the 
nickname for the Shawagunk Mountains.  I was still mad at myself for having 
gone to school 30 miles south of them without ever going rock climbing.  The 
historic Mohunk Mountain Lodge, where we'd be staying the evening, was built 
in the 1870's atop one of the peaks with a majestic view.  The rooms were 
simple, views spectacular, food amazing, activities varied and challenging.  
The rock climbing, while frowned upon by the lodge, was the best.


"I need a shower first," Eric said as he extracted his nude body from the 
sheets.  My eyes followed his youthful form across the room.  It pleased me 
that he was comfortable being nude around me.  I grinned to think how silly 
that was, given our shared joy of sex.  I'd always liked watching young teen 
boys; they seem to have a perfection of form to them: graceful curves built 
over developing muscle; youthful energy and curiosity; an active mind; and, I 
was reminded as I saw Eric walk a bit bow legged into the bathroom, a tight 
ass!


"Hey Kiddo...  why are you walking funny,"  I taunted even as I got up and 
shrugged into my boxer shorts.


"I couldn't tell you.  It's not like I've had anything larger than my pinkie 
in my ass for the last day!" Eric shot back from the obscurity of the 
bathroom.

"Ohhh.. Touché.  I hope everything's OK, I'd hate to wear it out"


"Not likely," was all I heard of his reply before the cascading water drowned 
out the last of his words.


An hour later we were speeding north on the interstate towards New Paltz, a 
sleepy state college town that also doubled as the rock climbing mecca of the 
East coast.  We stopped at a tiny strip mall for some climbing chalk and 
granola, healthy stuff to eat on the rocks.  The drive up the mountain to the 
lodge was uneventful, although spectacular, as the trees parted along side 
the road to give glimpses of an unimaginable panoramic view.  Eric looked 
around entranced even as I had to tear my eyes back to the task of driving.  
Check in was quick, our room small, Spartan but comfortable and very quiet.


An hour later we were walking along the fallen rock piled over the ages as 
the foot of the climbing cliffs.  We talked about established climbs like 
"Dying Gasp," "Eye of the Needle," "Overdrive," and "Ducks in a Row."  I 
liked top roping, where the rope was secured at the top of a climb allowing a 
pulley to be mounted.  This gave maximum protection and let me concentrate on 
technique on these shorter climbs.  Eric liked lead climbing where the first 
climber took the rope with him, periodically placing "pro" or protection into 
cracks or around rocks into which the rope got clipped in succeeding bounds.  
In the brilliant sunlight, sweat began to form and trickle from our bodies.  
Soon Eric doffed his shirt, bringing a smile to my face as he graced the 
world with his wonderful chest.  Muscles stretched and rippled all that 
afternoon as we climbed and scrabbled our way up the ancient rock face.  We 
fell many times too, but suffered only a few dinged fingers and a scrape or 
two.  After four hours our arms were spent, mouths dry, and stomachs empty.  
We sat together on top of the cliff looking out over a green, tree covered 
vista that spread as far as the eye could see.  Hard off to our right, the 
turn of the century wooden lodge rose from it's foundation next to a large 
spring fed lake hidden in the bowl of Mohunk Mountain.  People walked the 
grounds like insects far below.  We watched a hawk search for prey along the 
edge of the gardens below before finally stirring to retrieve our gear.


Dinner is, by rule, a coat and tie event.  Although done informally, once 
through the doors of the great dining room, the meal is executed with the 
greatest of taste.  Food is served family style, even at a small table like 
ours where we had different main courses.  Desert was cheese cake with fresh 
strawberries on top.  Around us quiet conversation filled the cavernous, wood 
paneled room.  


Dinner finished, we slowly wandered the main halls, passing a harpsichord 
recital, and a poetry reading before we returned to the room to dump the coat 
and tie for a more informal chamois shirt.  After running around nude half 
the time, a tie seems like a steel slave's collar!  More comfortable, we took 
our tired bodies out for an early night's stroll to work off the dinner.  As 
the night deepened, we found ourselves on the trails leading to the top of 
the mountain, where the original founder of the lodge had built a massive 
tower much like a light house to honor his family and the social values of 
his society.


We walked  hand in hand, silently along the high lonely ridgeline, alone 
amongst the windswept rocks, bathed by the iridescent glow of the Milky Way 
stars.  Each time we stopped to gaze out, we were torn between looking down 
from the plateau onto the dark whispering forms of the far off tree and rock 
filled landscape below, and gazing upward in wonder at the shimmering night 
sky above.  Even in the coolness of the early summer night, Eric's hand felt 
warm in mine, alive and reassuring.


At one such stop upon a rocky outcropping, I asked a simple question: "Eric, 
do you love  me?"


The growing silence between us drowned out the rushing of the wind in my 
ears, as I struggled to hear the words I needed to hear.  My heart broke to 
feel his hand leave mine.  Instead of walking away in silence, Eric turned to 
face me, pulling me into a hug.


"Yes, I do."


I embraced his form trying to keep his soul in my hands and never let it 
escape. Eric pulled away a few inches to raise his head from my shoulder, 
looking me in the eyes.  I could see his eyes sparkle in the brilliance of 
the starlight, his lips thin yet dark with color, face pure and soft.  Yet it 
was the strength of his words that he spoke that were so important.


"I've never really thought about what you mean to me.  You have given me life 
and hope I never dreamed possible.  You have given me your home and your 
love.  You are my friend, you are my lover.  Yes, I love you."


After those words, I need hear nothing else. His closeness blotted out all 
else.


"What do I mean to you?" I heard him ask.


Now I better understood the wrenching silence of before as I tried to sort 
out a sudden jumble of thoughts.  My mind raced with a thousand images, 
concepts and words.  Finally, after some moments clearer thoughts began to 
form amidst the confusion.


"You are many things to me, Eric.  You are the single being that embodies the 
two most important concepts to me.  You are both the son and the lover that I 
once thought ,...  that I once thought would be impossible for me to have, 
either one, let alone both.  You are the joy of sharing my life and body in 
the here and now; and the hope of knowing you will live after I am gone.  
Often those two things, son and lover, war with each other.  Some would have 
me burn in an eternal hell for what we have done together.  Even I struggle 
sometimes in asking myself if I haven't taken away your freedom of growing up 
as you would choose.  I would love you no less if you were one or the other."


We began walking again along the path that slowly began arcing back toward 
the mountain house below.  Limestone shards crunched underfoot as we walked 
alone, slowly descending from the stony heights.  As we descended, the 
odorless character of the high mountain breeze was replaced first by the 
scent and sound of dark pines and then the sweeter smell rising from the dark 
cloaked flower beds dotting the resorts grounds.  As we began to approach 
other couples, generally older men and women enjoying the night air, I felt 
Eric's hand pull from mine.  I sighed, but would have done so myself in a few 
steps.


Without much thought, we found ourselves standing at either corners of the 
long dock that juts out into the inky mountain lake, cold and dark in the 
night.  The lodge lights glittered gold behind us.  Neither of us has said a 
word since returning down hill.  Eric spoke just as I turned to face his 
back, arms wrapped around his torso for warmth.


"I would be both. And I choose this freely," he said turning around until we 
faced each other.  I didn't care who saw, or that 400 rooms looked out onto 
this dock; I pulled him into me for a long hug full of affection, my hand in 
his hair even as I felt his hands on my back.


"I'm hungry!  Let's go see if the ice cream shop is still open."  Once again 
easy going reality gently bumps out romanticism in our life.  Although he 
said it, I was thinking it also.  


The peppermint ice-cream, with small chunks of red and white candy 
throughout, was delicious.  Served in a freshly rolled cone, it made an 
excellent late night snack to delight the taste buds.  Eric and  I shared a 
single double scoop cone, passing it back and forth between us so we could 
lick off a layer.  A special gleam in his eye told me he was horny; a quick 
check of his pants confirmed it.  The extra wag of his tongue as it licked 
ice-cream, and the flicker of his hand on mine as we passed the cone helped 
to build a growing need in my own body.  My boy, my lover sat across from me, 
handsome, young, virile, looking at me with a look that melted my soul and 
ignited my passion.  I let him finish off the cone as I sat watching him, 
delicate fingers around the cone, tan hands jutting out of the faded golden 
chamois shirt, the features of his face rippling as he ate the last of the 
sweet confection.  Standing, we left quietly for our third floor room.


The long halls of the resort seemed to stretch on endlessly as we walked past 
ancient black and white photos of the founding family on their estate and 
travels somberly mounted in black frames.  Arriving at our room at the end of 
a hall, Eric twisted the key in the old solid wood door, now even heavier 
with a hundred years worth of paint.  Passing through the door, I turned to 
shut and bolt the door, also to close the ventilating window above the door 
the opened into the hallway.


Turning, I stopped and stared as my boy was slowly removing all his clothes.  
We replayed a scene performed many times prior to that instance, and many 
times since.  I watched him slip his shoes off, unbutton his shirt leaving 
his smooth chest glowing in the semidarkness of the room.  Pants slipped off 
his narrow hips and bubbled ass; next, socks would be gently flung across the 
room one at a time, until Eric would stand again and walk to me.  Taking his 
face in my hands, we kissed and nibbled on each other, my hands gliding ever 
so lightly across the expanse of down covered skin my growing boy presented 
to me.  As my hands caressed his abdomen, Eric took my hands in his, slowly 
forcing them lower until together we slipped his briefs to the floor.  
Standing in a tight embrace, his hands now exploring my body, I would cup the 
cheeks of his young butt before caressing his erect penis.


Quickly he had me undressed, standing in a pile of my own clothes.  Together 
we pulled the sheets and blanket back from the aged iron framed bed.  I 
pulled him into bed on top of me, whipping the covers across his bare back 
enveloping us in warmth.  We just nuzzled each other for a while, me reveling 
in the feel of his naked body against mine, a mixture of hard and soft, 
beating warmth and life, moving subtly against me as my now stubbled beard 
grazed against the soft perfection of his face.  Soon the tip of his nose was 
gliding against mine, gently caressing and taunting, yet still very much an 
expression of love.  I lifted my head to meet his in a passionate kiss. A 
kiss to be remembered for its passion and need between a man and this teenage 
boy in my arms.


Breaking our deep kiss, I straddled his chest bringing my erect cock to his 
mouth as he looked up with a sly grin from below.  Ever so slowly Eric stuck 
out his tongue to tease the underside of my leaking slit.  Wanting more, I 
leaned over to grab both hands and stretch them over his head while angling 
my cock down and into his mouth.  Soon I was face fucking him in short 
strokes, trying not to choke him with my need.  His mouth was hot and 
sensuous as his tongue and lips swirled around my invading cock.  Feeling my 
own passions arouse farther than I wanted to go just yet, I pulled out and 
bent to kiss him.  Our tongues met and played, teeth and lips pulling on each 
other where my dick had been only moments ago.


Gently I nudged Eric onto his belly, licking at an ear as I rolled on top of  
his handsome boy form.  My cock ground into the perfect tanned melons of his 
ass as my hands roamed over the flanks of his chest.  My feet found his and 
pushing outward, parted his legs.  Using one hand as a guide, I slowly 
penetrated Eric.  My flaring helmet just slipping past his anal ring, I felt 
his body tense and then relax beneath me.  Then slowly with both hands 
holding onto his shoulders, I eased myself deeper into his fine young ass 
until I found myself up hard against his muscular ass.  Tonight would be a 
slow fuck, with lots of tongue jousting and kissing; the walls of this old 
place were not sound proofed.  We did not want to have the steward pounding 
on our door asking us to be more.... quiet!


Nevertheless, we got a steady rhythm going, the ancient bed frame squeaking 
some in protest as I met Eric's movement back with my own forward thrust.  As 
I got closer to cumming inside my boy, I got short and violent, barely 
withdrawing before clenching to slam my cock back into this wonderful 
creature in my hands.  Turning his head and  upper body about, we kissed.  I 
tongued his ear and finally bit down on the lobe when my cum boiled up the 
length of my cock and exploded into his innards.  I could feel shot after 
shot of my semen shooting out into the place where I'd shot so many times 
before.  Yet, even still, I came with the same passion I had when I'd first 
fucked him as a young boy.


Rolling us both over until I was on the bottom with Eric on top of me, my 
softening cock still in his young hole, I jacked on Eric's dick at a feverous 
pace wanting to take advantage of the sexual high he was on from having his 
butt fucked.  Soon he was gasping, his body arching upwards as his hands 
squeezed my body.  Long shots of boycum sprang out, some splattering his 
forehead and face, the rest strewn across his smooth adolescent chest.  
Collapsing back on top of me, I let him pant for a few seconds before guiding 
him to roll over;  our bodies pressed together, slick with his cum between 
us.  Taking his face in my hands, I kissed and caressed my way around his cum 
streaked features until we met at his lips.  More slowly this time than last, 
our tongues traded the salty sweet taste of his seed.  


Finally falling apart, Eric sank down into the bed next to me.   I got up to 
get a damp washcloth.  Returning to the bed, I gently blotted at the sticky 
spots across Eric's exquisite teen torso before handing the cloth to him.  
Smiling, Eric lifted a leg and made a quick swipe across his ass, to remove 
most of the lube, ass juice and cum that had leaked out.  Folding the cloth 
into quarters, I threw it across the room in the general direction of the 
bathroom.  Sliding into bed, I turned out the dim table lamp, kissed my 
lover, and settled down to sleep while holding his hand in mine.


The next morning broke early when the lodge rang an ancient bell from the top 
tower to wake any remaining sleeping guest so that they could assemble by 
eight for breakfast.  As Eric slept on oblivious to any ringing, I pulled the 
sheet down to expose his naked form.  Eric slept on his side, back to me, 
hands beneath the pillow, legs slightly crossed.  My hands wandered his 
crotch, gently stroking his ever erect boyhood before grazing over the firm 
expanse of his ass cheeks.  I found his rosebud soft, slightly puffy, and 
still slick  from last nights fucking.  One finger slipped into his young boy 
body, slowly traveling deeper.  Still asleep, Eric shifted his legs and ass a 
little before moving closer to me.  


Reaching for the ever present lube on the night stand, I worked my cock to 
slick erection and scooted forward.  Eric woke up as my hard cock found its 
home within his body.  Not surprisingly, we had to hurry to catch breakfast 
before the dining room closed.