Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2012 07:14:06 -0800 (PST)
From: John <amateurishwriter@yahoo.com>
Subject: Erik In Charge

Warning: The following story is a work of fiction.  It never happened,
except in the author's imagination.  This story contains graphic sex
between a teenage boy and an adult man.  However, the author does not
encourage or condone sex between adults and little children. If you are
underage, or this is illegal where you are, you already know what you're
supposed to do.  Delete this file and find something else to wank to.  If
this kind of story turns you off, delete this file and find something else
to read.  If you're looking for a story that has someone having sex in
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much is, I guess.  LOL

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Erik In Charge - Part One

Well, there I was, minding my own business and enjoying a sunny afternoon
at the pool in the little retirement community where I live in southern
Florida.  It was a beautiful day with hardly a cloud in the sky. A nice
breeze off the Gulf had come up helping to cool down the near 90 degree
temperatures.  As it was a Monday, I was just about the only person there
and so, it was nice and quiet.  I had brought along my laptop so that I
could do some writing.  I'm not big on sitting in the direct sun so I
always picked a table in the back corner section which had a small roofed
over area.

I'd just finished my sandwich and was enjoying an ice cold soda when a lady
came through the gate to the pool area followed by a cute lad of about 10
or 11.  Naturally, being the boy lover that I am, I watched as they picked
two chaises across the pool from me.  The lady looked to be the boy's
Grandmother.  We get a lot of grand children visiting when school systems
have recess periods like the holidays, Presidents' week and so on.  The lad
had thick wavy black hair with dark eyes and looked to be about 4 foot 10
inches or so tall and was just a bit husky but not chubby.  He wore what
looked to be a tailored white T-shirt with dark blue or black seams down
the sides, around the collarless neck and cuffs.  But, what really looked
cool were his board shorts style bathing trunks.  They were bright blue and
red in a batik pattern and fit him like a glove.

Grandma and Grandson spread towels out on their chaises, opened up a
cooler, to retrieve a couple of sandwiches and bottles of water, and
proceeded to have their lunch.  The boy chatted with his Grandma and
occasionally they laughed.  It was obvious that they got on well and were
enjoying the day.

It was difficult for me not to keep watching but I had some writing to do
so I opened up my laptop and got to work.  Fortunately, every once in a
while I could look up over the screen and admire the lad as he lay back on
his chaise after finishing his sandwich.  I could see that he had a nice
pleasant face and dimples when he smiled at something his Grandma said.

About a half hour later I heard the boy's pre-adolescent voice announce
that he was going to swim for a while.  I looked up hoping to see him
remove his T-shirt but was disappointed as he jumped in with it on.  I
guess he was being cautious about getting sunburned.

I watched for a while as he swam around and, once in a while, call out,
"Grandma!  Watch this!"

Then he would toss something in the water and do a surface dive to go down
to the bottom to look for it.  I couldn't help but admire his bottom as it
broke the surface each time he dove.  Slowly his game brought him
diagonally across the pool near to where I was sitting.  Once he reached
the edge nearest me he surfaced and put his arms over the poolside to rest.

I happened to be looking just as he surfaced and our eyes met.  I smiled
and he gave me a beaming smile back.  "Hi," he said with a quick wave.

"Hi yourself," I responded adding a smiling chuckle and a wave.

With that he spun around and did a very slow surface dive that kept his
butt above the surface longer than previous dives.  I noticed that he
hadn't tossed the object that he had been diving for before and could only
speculate that he was just showing off to a stranger.  He surfaced and
turned to look back at me.  When he saw that I was still watching he
grinned and did another slow surface dive, clearly just for me.

Eventually he tired of his play in the pool, got out and returned to his
chaise next to his Grandma.  A few times I looked up from my typing and was
greeted with a smile from him.  I got the feeling that while I was watching
him, he was also watching me.  I thought, perhaps he's wondering if I was
playing a computer game on my laptop.

 I went back to my writing and got deeply engrossed in it.  I was typing
out a rather intense scene in the story and concentrating so hard that I
was startled when someone stepped into view on my right.  It was the boy.

"Hi," he greeted me.  "You playin' a computer game?"

"Huh?  Oh, hi there."  I smiled up at him.  "No, I'm writing a short
story."

"Cool.  What's it about?" He asked, trying to look at the screen.

I chuckled as I closed the laptop. "It's kind of a romance but, sorry, I
don't usually let anyone read my stories until they are finished."

He made a face, scrunching up his cute little nose.  "Yuk!  Romances are
what my Grandma reads."

I laughed out loud.  "Yeah, I suppose grandmas do read romances but mine
are a little different."  To change the subject I quickly added, "So, you
are visiting your grand parents?"

"Huh?  No." He stopped looking at my closed laptop.  "My Grandpa died.
It's just my Grandma."

"Oh," I said offering my condolences.  "I'm sorry he passed away."

"It was a long time ago and I was just a kid."

"I see," I chuckled to myself as I was glad he still looked like a kid.

"So mister, what's your name?" The lad asked rather directly.

A bit surprised at his tone, I looked up at him and smiled.  "Well, I don't
like formality so you can just call me John."  I had decided to let his
brusqueness pass and asked him, "And, what's your name?"

He stood up a little straighter, "I'm Erik."

I stuck out my hand, "Well Erik, it's nice to meet you."

He looked down and then quickly responded to my offered hand with a firm
handshake and said, "I need a favor, ah, John."

"Oh sure," I said. "What can I do for you?"

"Well, my grandma is napping and my back itches."  He answered, looking
over at his Grandma.

"And?"

"So," he said as he turned sideways to me facing the pool. "I need you to
scratch my back 'cause I can't reach it."

Surprised, I asked, "Do you think your Grandma or your parents would
approve?"

"Nah," He replied. "But she couldn't see even if she was awake and my
parents aren't here.  They're off on assignment.  That's why I'm visiting
my Grandma."

"Ah, so your school must be on recess?"

"Nope, I'm home schooled.  So, you gonna scratch my back?" He asked again.

Not one to pass up the opportunity to enjoy closeness with a boy, I
nodded. "Sure."

He side stepped closer to my chair, keeping his side to me and facing his
Grandma across the pool.  I assumed this was so he could see if his Grandma
might wake up and notice a stranger scratching her innocent little
Grandson's back.

I raised my right hand up to his shoulder blades and touched my fingers to
his warm back and began to gently scratch him there.  As I did, I looked
lower and enjoyed the sight of the roundness of his bottom as it filled his
very colorful swim shorts.  They were still wet and clung to him nicely,
even clearly showing off the crevice between his buns.

"How's that Eric?" I asked.

"Mmmmm, that's good but move your hand lower."

I did as he asked and moved my hand down to the middle of his back and
gently scratched there.

He arched his back a little in response to my touch and after a few moments
asked me to move my hand lower.  I did so and was now scratching his back
just at the waist of his swim trunks.  I thought to myself that surely he
could reach this spot.

A moment later he said, "You can move your hand lower if you want."

I stopped scratching his back but left my hand there. "I beg your pardon
Erik.  You want me to scratch your butt?"

He chuckled. "No, but I saw you watching me so, you can feel it if you
want."

While I didn't move my hand from his back, I looked up at him.  He was
grinning at me.

"How old are you Erik?"

"I just turned 13."  He raised one eyebrow at my look of surprise.  "I
know, you guessed me to be maybe 11 or so?"

With my hand still resting against his warm back at the top of his swim
trunks, I nodded. "Actually I thought just 10 or 11."

He smiled.  "So John, you gonna feel my butt?  Nobody can see and I don't
mind."

I still hesitated, "You really want me to?"

"Yup."

It really wasn't that difficult a decision.  There wasn't anyone in the
pool area who could see, his Grandma was napping and the boy clearly wanted
me to feel his sweet looking buns.  So, I slid my hand down over his firm
round cheeks, gently squeezing as I moved and caressed their fullness.  The
boy sighed and pressed himself back into my hand.

He sighed again, "You like my butt don't you.  I knew you would by the way
you were watching me."

That's when I got a quick look at the front of his shorts.  The lad clearly
was hard.  I grinned up at him. "And I can tell you like me feeling it
too."

Just then I tried to slide my fingers between his cheeks as far as his swim
suit would allow.

"Mmmmm," he groaned. "That feels good."

I was watching the tent in his shorts and saw it move as his boner throbbed
when I felt between his buns.

He must have noticed where I was looking as he stepped a little forward,
started to turn around and said, "Now my front itches and I need you to
scratch it."

"Whoa!" I exclaimed and looked up at him. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, do it."

There was no please in his tone.  It was almost a command.

I was pretty turned on myself and restraint was now the farthest thing from
my mind.  I reached out and brought the palm of my hand up against the tent
in his shorts.  He shivered as I put pressure on his boner and it slid so
it was pointing up.  Then I brought my fingers down and felt for his balls.
I was surprised to discover that he had a hefty package for a boy who had
just turned 13.  His balls were nice and large and I guessed his hard cock
to be about 4 and a half inches or so.

"Move your hand up and down," he commanded.

I complied and he pressed himself into my hand and sighed again.  I worked
on him for another minute or so, his breath getting ragged and then he
stiffened and I felt his boner throb against my hand.  He kind of gave a
squeaky groan as he came.  After a moment he moved my hand away.  Since his
swim suit was still wet, I couldn't tell if he had a dry or wet cum.

With a sigh he pulled the chair next to him out and sat down.  After he'd
caught his breath he said, matter-of-factly, "That was good.  I was pretty
sure you'd do it."

I just stared at him.  He didn't offer any thanks or show any gratitude for
the risk that I had just taken.  I moved my hand to the hardon clearly
showing in my shorts and slowly stroked it for a minute.

He just smiled and asked, "Where do you live?"

"Why?" I asked.

"I'm gonna be here for a couple weeks. If you live close I can walk over so
we can fool around some more.  If not, you could drive over and pick me
up."

"What!" I exclaimed in shock. "Erik, I'm an old man.  Surely you'd be more
interested in someone closer to your own age."

"Age doesn't mean anything to me.  I saw that you fancied me and that turns
me on.  So," he persisted. "Where do you live?"

"What about your Grandma?" I delayed answering his question.

"She leaves me alone a lot 'cause she has all her activities and clubs.
She only came to the pool with me because the rules says a resident must
accompany a guest at the pool.  Now you can bring me to the pool and
Grandma can do all her other stuff.  She'll be glad I met you and never
guess what we're up to."

I suddenly realized that I could find no fault with his logic and so, in
for a penny in for a pound, I told him where I lived.

Erik grinned. "Cool.  That's only a block or so away from my Grandma's
house.  She's going out to her quilting club after supper.  I'll come over
then."

I shook my head and laughed at his presumptuous way.

He looked surprised. "Why did you laugh then?"

"Because Erik, you didn't ask me if it was okay."

"Oh.  My Mom says I can be too assertive sometimes."

"So it would seem." I chuckled.

"Well, is it okay?"

I chuckled again, "Sure, I have no plans after supper.  I eat around 6."

"That's good 'cause Grandma goes out at 6:30.  After she leaves I'll come
over."  With that he got up, walked over to the edge of the pool and jumped
in.  He did a slow surface dive and wiggled his ass at me.  Then he came up
giggling and called out, "See ya'!"

I watched as Erik climbed out of the pool and gently woke up his Grandma.
Then he talked with her and pointed in my direction.  She smiled and waved
so I smiled and waved back.  Shortly they gathered up their things and left
the pool, waving again as they went out the gate.

With my laptop open again, I tried to get back to my writing but my mind
kept wandering to thoughts of what might transpire this evening.  I
couldn't concentrate so I finally packed up and headed home myself.

Once home I again tried to do more writing but just couldn't keep my mind
on it.  I began to worry about what I had gotten myself into.  I hadn't
been with a boy in over 30 years and not with any one in over 15.  What was
I thinking letting myself be pushed into this position.  Yes, the boy had
pushed and I had given in to my baser lusts.  Lusts that I hadn't dreamed
would ever be satisfied again.  I decided that I would have to resist and
explain to the lad that I was too old for such activities but I would be
happy to be his friend and spend time with him if he still wanted that, if
it would be enough.

With that decided, I cleaned up and began to prepare my supper.  I put on
some music and tried to enjoy a good meal.  Shortly after 6:45, I had just
finished washing the dishes and putting things away when the doorbell rang.
As expected, it was Erik.

He was a vision.  He had on a bright white polo shirt which was neatly
tucked into faded well worn blue jeans with no belt.  No belt was needed as
the jeans were tight enough to stay up by themselves.  In fact, they were
tight enough for me to see that he was definitely all boy.  His smile
brought out his dimples in his rosy cheeks and his deep dark puppy dog
eyes, with their long lashes, sparkled at me.

"Hi John." The boy seemed a bit out of breath.

"Hi Erik," I smiled back at him. "Come in."

He stepped in past me and stopped and said, "I jogged all the way."

"Oh, okay."  I led him over to the sofa. "Would you like a soda?"

He sat down in the middle of the sofa and I wondered if he sat there
thinking that way I'd have to sit next to him.

"Sure, a soda would be great.  Coke?"

"I saw you when you went back to your Grandma and woke her up." I called
back over my shoulder as I went to the kitchen and got a couple cans of
coke. "What did you say to her about me?"

"Oh, I just pointed you out to her and said that I'd ask you if you came to
the pool often."

I came back with the sodas and handed him one.

"I explained to her," He continued, "that you'd be willing to watch me at
the pool so she wouldn't have to come if she had other plans."

I stepped around the coffee table, choosing to sit in my big recliner.  He
looked a bit surprised and maybe a tad disappointed.

"She accepted that? She doesn't know me.  I'm a stranger."

"Yeah, I thought of that on the way home." He replied confidently. "So I
suggested that she could meet you tomorrow at the pool."

"Okay," I agreed. "I was planning to go to the pool again tomorrow anyhow."

I watched as the boy shifted around on the sofa like he was going to get
up.  So, I quickly spoke again. "Erik, There something else I want to talk
about with you."

He sat back again looking a little surprised. "Talk?  About what?"

I dove in. "Erik, I'm old enough to be your grandfather.  I'm out of shape
with a bit of a belly, and, well, I'm kind of saggy in places and rather
hairy too.  Beside, I'm not at all sure I can keep up ... er, ah, satisfy
... well, don't you think you'd enjoy someone younger?"

He put his soda down, stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. "I
saw how you watched me in the pool and I liked it.  It was exciting to me.
I could tell that you liked what you saw.  And, I know that you liked
feeling my butt, and then getting me off, because you got a boner too."

"That's true but ..."

He turned sideways in front of me. "And, you like what you see right now.
Don't you?"

"Yes but ..."

He turned to faced me again. "I like your belly and hair and all." Then he
move closer and started to sit on my lap.

I put one hand out to stop him as I put my soda down with the other. "What
... what are you doing?"

He took my hand in his and slid sideways onto my lap.  "I would like a
cuddle."

My unconscious reaction was to put my arms around him to keep him from
falling to the side.  When I did that he snuggled closer, put his arms
around me too and buried his face in my neck.  Then he shivered and gave a
satisfied sigh.

I let him stay there for a few moments but I soon felt myself growing hard
under him. "Erik, couldn't you be happy if we were just friends.  I'd be
happy to do other things with you."

He sighed again. "Doing these things with you will make me happy.  See?"
He nodded down at the growing lump in his tight jeans.  "And, I can feel
that this is making you happy right now too."

"You are incorrigible."

He giggle, "Yes, I am aren't I."

He took my hand and placed it on his thigh just above his knee.

Instinct took control of me and I slid my hand down on the inside of his
thigh.  It was warm.  He spread his legs slightly to allow me more access.

I slowly moved my hand a couple inches up his thigh and stopped.  "Good
God," I moaned. "I'm being seduced by a 13 year old boy."

He giggled into my neck. "Yes, you are.  And, I know you will do what I
want."

I couldn't help but chuckle. "Yes.  It appears that Erik is in charge."

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End of part one.