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Eric's Day At The Race

Chapter 2

I left my truck not quite believing what had just happened. Did I really just suck the dick of a 14 year old? I walked back to the track alternating between being excited and scared. What if Robert told someone? What if he has second thoughts? Before long, I was climbing into my seat and sitting next to my buds totally convinced that I was going to jail.

"Dude, where's the beer?"

"Ah, huh," I asked?

"You know, you went to your truck to get your wallet and your ID so you could get us some drinks?"

In my total oblivion, I had actually forgotten to get my wallet. It was still in my truck but what could I say to my buds? "Ah, I'm feeling sick, man. I didn't even remember to get it. I don't want anything to drink."

"What's up with you Eric," my friend Dan asked? "I thought that's why you went to your truck in the first place."

"Yeah, but I ended up hurling a couple of times on the way and when you called, I just turned around and came back here," I explained.

"Do we need to go back," Dan asked?

"Naw, I'm tough! I'll just tough it out and go back when the race is over."

My friends shrugged and turned their attention back to the race. I, however, was not even remotely interested in the race anymore. I turned my thoughts back to Robert and could almost feel his dick back in my mouth. Oh, shit. Better not get too excited, I thought.

The rest of the race went by in a haze. I don't even know who won, but as soon as it was over, I was pushing my friends towards the car. There was the usual bantering back and forth and they talked about who crashed into who and how much of a jerk a certain nameless driver was. I didn't really hear them. They pretty much ignored me, aware that I just needed my space since I was "sick." I dropped them all off at their respective houses with the promise that we'd get together when I was back up to full strength. Oh, there was something that was full strength, all right and I was already trying to figure out how to get together with Robert. With him at his Grandparents, there was no chance of seeing him for the next week. I struggled through the week, aware of each moment and I found myself counting down to the weekend.

Finally, Thursday arrived. When I got home from school (I was attending the local community college, pursuing my degree in elementary education), I made a pass of Robert's neighborhood on a whim. I drove past his house but he was nowhere around. It wasn't like I could just ring the door bell and say, "Hi, I'm here to molest your son, Robert!" "Can I see him now?" Disappointed, I drove back to my apartment. As I pulled into my parking space, a familiar figure was walking near my building. "Robert!" I called. He turned around and as soon as he saw me, he grinned from ear to ear. My reaction was less than honorable. I felt my cheeks flush, my cock got hard and I found myself short of breath...all in a few moments. He dropped the bike that he was walking and rushed up to me. "Eric, I just got back a few minutes ago. I told my `rents that I was going to see one of my friends and would be back in a minute, so what's up?" All of this in one breath. "Whoa, slow down bud," I laughed. "Come one, lets go into my apartment." I felt was excited like never before. We walked into my building and went up the 2 flights of stairs to my apartment. I opened the door and we both walked in. "Cool!" Robert shouted. "This is awesome. Look at all those movies and CD's," he exclaimed. I probably had 200 DVD's and 400-500 CD's that I'd been collecting for a while. With nowhere to spend my money, it all went into my music and favorite movies.

I said, "let me give you the grand tour. Here's the living room/dining room. This is the Kitchen. Over there is the bathroom and right here," I walked up to a closed door, "is my bedroom." He came over to the threshold and peered inside. "Nice bed," he grinned. "Yeah, it's big enough for two!" We both laughed and walked back out into the living room. We sat down and talked a little bit and finally, I said "You know, I could get into big trouble for what we did last week, Robert." "If the wrong people found out, I could even go to jail." His eyes got big and he said, "not if I don't say anything. I would never say anything to anyone."

"Well, not on purpose, I said, but bragging to your friends or it just slipping out could really get me into trouble."

"My friends would beat the crap out of me if they know what we did," Robert assured me. "I don't want anyone to know anymore than you do."

That settled, I asked him what his plans were for the weekend. "I have a bunch of chores to do around the house today, I gotta get caught up so I can go camping tomorrow and Saturday. I looked at him with a quizzical expression and he continued. "Oh, man I forgot...I have a camping trip this weekend. I'm a scout and we're going to work on our hiking merit badge. Shit," he exclaimed.

"Hey, why don't you come with me," he asked?

"To a campout? No one knows me and besides who is going to let a total stranger go on a camping trip with them," I said.

"Oh, believe me, Mr. Lathem will gladly let you go. We're always short of leaders and I can just introduce you as someone I met last time we went camping."

Were you ever a boy scout," he asked?

I replied, "Well, yeah, I was. I got to the rank of Life before I sort of dropped out."

"PERFECT," he said excitedly. "I'll just tell Mr. Lathem that you wish you would have gotten your Eagle rank and that now you're thinking of getting back into scouts as an Assistant Scoutmaster or something. He'll LOVE it." Robert was visibly excited at the prospect and I had to admit, so was I. Here was a chance for me to spend "acceptable" time with him and maybe some of his buddies too. Wait a minute, I thought. What the hell are you thinking about. Your already scheming about his friends when not a week ago, boys were the farthest thing from your mind? I was taken aback. I quickly recovered, remembering how hot it was to have Robert's pole in my mouth. "Ok, let's try it," I said.

"Let me borrow you're phone," he said. He dialed and started speaking to who I presume was Mr. Lathem, the Scoutmaster. After a conversation that lasted about 2 minutes, he hung up and said, "It's a done deal!. He is totally excited to meet you. We're leaving from the Knights of Columbus hall on 4th Street at 5pm tomorrow. Do you have a tent and camping stuff," he asked.

"Yeah, I'm all set," I replied. "I'll go over to my parents house tomorrow and get my stuff." He looked at his watch and said, "Well, I gotta go dude. My parents have me on a short leash until I get my stuff done, so I'll see ya tomorrow, K?"

"Ok, see you tomorrow," I said. He left my apartment and I was kinda depressed that nothing had happened. I had it in my mind that I would get to taste some of that sweet boy juice again. It had tasted so good, I could feel it sliding down my tongue and down my throat. "Damn," I thought. "I'm horny." Thinking about Robert and what might have happened had me all boned up. "I gotta take care of this thing," I thought, my hand already finding it's way to hard prick.

I walked into my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I started to gently rub my nipples through my t-shirt. When they were hard, I gave them a hard squeeze and gasped in pain and pleasure. I removed my shirt and stared at my upper body. I lifted my arms and checked out the light colored tufts of soft hair under my arms. I put my nose near my right arm pit and took a deep sniff. Just the right amount of odor...manly. I stuck my tongue out and licked in as far as I could, getting a taste of myself. I looked in the mirror again and moved my hands down to the button of my pants and undid it. Sliding down the zipper, I slowly massaged my cock, which was throbbing with anticipation. I let my pants fall to the floor and kicked them off to the side. My stiff cock was tenting my boxers and I grabbed my dick and squeezed hard. I felt the pulsing of my heart and hooked my thumbs into my boxers and let them fall to the floor too. I looked back into the mirror and saw my reflection. "Not bad," I thought. I could just see the slight ripples of my finally forming abs, my nipples were hard and a soft fleshy color, about the size of a dime. My light blonde pubes were hardly visible, having just trimmed them down the day before. It almost looked like I was just entering puberty myself. I could just see the "treasure trail" that ran from my soft pubes to the bottom of my belly button. As I stared at myself, I squeezed my cock and saw a drop of pre-cum glistening on my piss slit. I put my finger down to it and scooped it up, lifting my finger to my lips. I smeared the liquid across my lips and rubbed my lips together. Man, I loved that taste and the sticky feeling of it.

I moved my hand down to my balls and slowly and very, very lightly started to brush my fingers past them. The tiny hairs that were on my sack moved when my finger brushed by them and I sucked in my breath from the pleasure of it. I more firmly massaged them with my right hand while my left hand grabbed my cock and started to stroke. "Time to move this to the bed," I thought. I lay down and opened my legs up wide and moved my hand from my balls to my virgin hole. I started rubbing around it and getting some more pre-cum, I lubed it up and slowly put my finger in up to my knuckle. I was really into it now. I threw my head back and pushed my finger all the way into my ass hole. I was stroking with my left hand, gently brushing my cock head with my finger on the upstroke. My balls, which usually were up pretty tight to my body, were hanging pretty low and I heard the "slap, slap, slap" sound they were making as I increased the tempo of my stroking. Pulling my finger out of my hole, I brought it up to my mouth and put a gob of spit on it. Returning my finger to my ass, I shoved it in as far as it would go. In and out, In and out I finger fucked myself all the while pretending it was Roberts dick. I inserted a second finger and having lots of precum to help, I started to really pound my cock. I felt that familiar feeling building, my whole body tingling and alive. I felt my balls go tight, and felt my cock get even harder and then, "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH." I said, through gritted teeth. The cum exploded out of my cock head and hit me on my chin. The second, third and fourth shot hit right between my nipples. My fifth shot went onto my belly and the rest just kinda oozed out. I laid there, totally satisfied for the moment. I put my finger to my chin and moved the juice to my mouth. Mmmmmm, I loved that taste.

I fell asleep and when I woke up a few hours later, my cum had dried up, getting crusty and hard. I got up and got into the shower, really looking forward to the campout with Robert and his Scout troop tomorrow. It was going to be a long night thinking of the possibilities.

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