Date: Thu, 20 May 2010 11:49:12 -0600 From: dnrock@rock.com Subject: Of Man and Boy 17 Of Man and Boy by: dnrock(dnrock@rock.com) 17: Eric Hoffman Comes Alive! Eric learned a whole bunch that evening. He learned Grant was a good judge and absolutely correct. He learned that he could trust his instincts and those adults that proved by actions, to be as reported, trustworthy. He learned he could be himself, he could display his emotions and still command the respect of his family. He made a realization that the love shared between him and his new family was the most important thing in the world and it didn't need sex, drugs or religion, to make it happen. "You Ok now son," Paul ask, follow some minutes of silence? He asked this because, he noticed this physical and emotional connection was beginning to shift. A shift to the sexual, at this point in the relationship, which would be welcomed by Paul at almost any other time, was just not right now. Eric would come to him, he would sexually come on to him in his own time. That time was best driven by physical, not emotional need. "Yes dad, I'm Okay." "Good, then I think we have a couple of tasks. First, ice cream and second, book our flights." Eric planted a firm kiss on Paul's lips. "Yes the boy was happy." A day or so later Paul was spending some time off with Eric. "I never thought diving could be so much fun. I mean it is awesome. It is so cool to swim right up to those brightly colored fish and the coral, it is fantastic," Eric said. "I'm glad you like it and proud of how quickly you got the hang of everything. I don't just mean diving but in no time at all you have become a competent power boat sailor," Paul said. "I may be a certified diver but I got a long way to go before I am a true sailor," Eric admitted. "True, but you are learning something new every day. Bring us to 095, I think we should start for Charlotte. Keep her about 10 knots," Captain Dad advised. Eric was not sure which craft he liked best. The Niño del Muchacho or its little brother the Pequeño Niño del Muchacho. It is the natural conflict every teenager has to deal with, size and power or speed and agility. Today it was size and power. The diving school had been held in Croki Bay, just west of Croki Point on St. Thomas' northeast coast. Following the dive they were taking the Niño del Muchacho to the marina for storage, while Paul escorted Eric to Montana. "Dad, dad come quick!" Paul appeared in the wheel house, "Look over there, is that sail boat in trouble or something? What do those flags mean?" He had spotted a power/sail boat on the north side of the channel, between St. Thomas and Thatch Cay. Paul picked up the telescope for a good look. "Yes they are listing, have way to much canvas on or no, nobody at the helm. The pennants say: distress (blue and white checkered) and I am in distress (horizontal blue, white, red, white and bleu bars). That's odd one usually only uses one not both. Oh well, is the scanner on, no May Day?" "Check, scanner on, no May Day." Eric looked over at the marine radio. "Better kick it up to full power and alter your course for an intercept. Pay close attention to the sea state. What do you see," Paul asked? "Swells are low and wave height slight. That means we can pull up next to her on the windward side since she is listing port or leeward," Eric replied. "That is very good. Watch the radar and throttle back at about 500 meters distance." As they got closer Paul could make out the name of the craft, it was Sirius IV. He tried to hail her on the VHF but got no response. She is about 10 meters in length and Sloop rigged. It looks like she was near dead in the water, so her diesel must not be operating. All three sails (Main, Jib and Genoa) were set but were not catching any wind to speak of. Paul wondered why the list to starboard. He wondered why the keel was not keeping her right. Probably taking water he thought but as they approached the list seemed to be lessening, but she was still adrift and no crew could be seen. Paul took the controls and sent Eric on deck to handle the bow line. He haled the Sirius IV, using the loud speaker mounted on the outside of the wheel house. Almost sending Eric into the sea, when he jumped, as he was not expecting it. Paul deployed the bumpers and reversed the props to stop; just as a young girl, about 14, came on Sirius' fantail, followed by a boy about 10 and a woman; who had all the signs no a nervous break down, distort look, hand ringing and babbling, with no one paying her any heed. The boy ran forward to take Eric's line and the girl prepared in the stern. Paul raced back and heaved her the line. She was good and secured it well and fast. "It's my dad, he is having a heart attack," the girl called. "Eric bring my kit!" Paul jumped onto the stern deck and pushed the lady aside. Eric was right behind him, followed by the highly distort lady. The boy and girl wisely stayed on the stern deck. The man was in some extreme pain, chest, right arm, all the usual signs, including difficulty breathing. It had started about 15 minutes before, someone told Paul. "Now sir, I am Dr. Stum, I want you to try and relax by taking long deep breaths, like you are hyperventilating, can you do that?" The man groaned but began breathing deeply and quickly. The idea is to get a much oxygen into the blood as possible, as quickly as possible. Even if the blood flow is diminished, at least what moves is good stuff. Paul reached into his bag, took three aspirins, crushed them into a small cup. "Water" Paul side looking at Eric who produced a bottle of same. It had been laying on the floor. "Drink," Paul commanded and the man drank, making a bit of a face. "Keep breathing deeply." Paul had no supplies. It is important to get a hart attack patient to help as quickly as possible. Paul told Eric to radio the Coast Guard and ask for help. Just tell them the situation and our location. Eric scramble up the steps, through the hatch an jumped onto the Niño del Muchacho in what appeared to be one motion. "Son, come in here a minute," Paul shouted to the boy, who poked his head into the open hatch. Go abroad the Niño del Muchacho and tell Eric to bring my scuba mask, regulator and a fresh tank, can you do that?" "Aye, Aye sir" and he was gone. "Young lady I want you to take your mother and help her get settled on the Niño del Muchacho." he turned to the mother, "I prescribe a good stiff brandy, you'll find it. Sit and try and compose yourself. Go, go." She went. "Now sir, as soon as the Coast Guard gets here we will take you to the hospital. Here, this is not quite as good as a real oxygen mask but it will help." He pushed the mouth piece into his mouth and turned on the regulator. "I know it hurts but do try and relax," Paul said. "Dad the Coast Guard is on their way. They said 10 minutes at most," Eric informed. "Good, now lets get things organized. Go and get the girl and help her get the family's ID's money credit cards etc., from here over to the Niño del Muchacho. What's you name son?" "Kirk, Kirk Ulfan." "Kirk Ulfan, I'm Dr. Stum and that is my oldest son Eric. I need you to stay here with your dad, make sure he is breathing well, any problems you let out a real banshee yell, can you do that?" "Yes sir, I mean Aye, Aye sir." "Aye, he is a good lad and cute too. Note it well Eric, how respectful he is to the old captain." Paul was doing is Long John Silver imitation again. Kirk was unsure until Eric laughed, than he laughed. Paul started up the steps while Eric shook the boy's hand and whispered. "That's his Long John Silver imitation, he does that all the time, thinks he's a pirate or something." Kirk smiled and Eric followed his dad. The Coast Guard was in sight and Paul raced to the radio. The girls name was Ricki. Paul sent her over for their necessary belongings. Mrs. Ulfan was a bit calmer now and gave Paul a brief rundown on what happened. "I think it important to get Mr. Ulfan to the hospital as quickly as we can, so I propose to take him and you in the Niño del Muchacho. Eric, Ricki and Kirk can bring the Sirius IV in with the Coast Guard's help. We are in a rush, they need not be. Does your engine work?" "Yes, but I don't know how to work it," Mrs. Ulfan said. "No problem the Coast Guard people can get that organized and escort them in. I think at full tilt we will be faster than that tub they sent us." Now that tub was a small and relatively new craft complete with firepower and lots of speed. In fact it is probably faster than the Niño del Muchacho but Paul was not about to split hairs. In no time at all, but it seemed like forever, they were under way. Mr. Ulfan was still on the assisted breathing device, laying on a stretcher on the floor of the lounge. The Niño del Muchacho was plowing the sea at full throttle toward Charlotte Amalie's Government Wharf (Called KIng's Wharf or Port Authority Wharf) and the Coast Guard station, as well as a waiting Ambulance. After the Coast Guardsmen moved Mr. Ulfan, they assisted the young people in taking down the sails and escorted them to port. This was much to Eric's relief, since he had no idea what to do with sails and surly did not want to display that ignorance in font of a not bad looking girl, of the same age grouping. Eric and Ricki hit it off, right off. Eric is good looking and personable and did help in rescuing her, well her father. She was slim, curved in all the right places, had a bright smile, blue eyes and a killer smile. Eric's crotch was in full bulge and his tight swim suite displayed it all. Eric could not have helped himself even if he wanted to, he didn't. Kirk was in awh of the older teen boy and followed him around like a puppy. Eric liked the attention. He was not quite sure what to make of it at first but soon got over his shyness. By the time they docked he was already plotting how to get in her pants; he knew he could have Kirk's ass for the asking. Eric had never had to seduce or woo a girl or boy for that matter. He cousins had put out for him as he for them and the adults in his old family. Once in bed he knew exactly what to do and how to do it very well. It was the getting there he was not sure of, no experience at that. In fact, Eric lacked in many social skills but he is a fast learner, didn't dad say so. It turned out Ricki has a fair bit of sailing experience and could handle the sails and the helm but if this handsome boy wanted to take over that was all right with her. She figured he knew the waters better than she did. Not true as we know but a logical assumption on her part. One, Eric made no effort to correct either. They just followed the Coast Guard as best they could. With no sales set and just the diese, the Siris IV could make about 8 knots. She did have the social experience to know that handsome, especially shy boys like Eric, needed to be aggressively sought after. Not to aggressively but aggressively never the less. Kirk knew his sister and her approach to boys. He would need to make his presence known over and over again, if he was to achieve any kind of male recognition from an older adolescent, otherwise she would hog it all. Through the magic of cell phones, Paul had been in contact with Eric giving him instructions so he knew exactly what he was to do. He also contacted the marina instructing them to have staff at the Coast Guard station ready to bring both boats to the yacht club. Once in port Eric quickly went abroad the Niño del Muchacho to change his swimsuit into unbelievably tight white spandex shorts and T-shirt. Under the shorts he put on a white thong. He slipped on his chain and caduceus and placed his wallet in his waistband. If fourteen year old girls are impressed with what's between a fourteen year old boy's legs, she will be greatly so. At least that is what he though about the subject. He also picked up shorts and a T for dad who was confined to scrubs at the moment. Neither Kirk or Ricki seemed to notice but than they had both seen him in his Speedo, which is far more revealing. Mostly Ricki was interested in boys two or three years older than herself. Her parents were not interested in her desires. In his case, they had no choice but in this case, they were about the same age. Girls mature faster or earlier than boys, unless the boys start puberty early. In this Eric was in the middle, he began ejaculating in the middle of his eleventh year. Boys can begin as early as nine and a half. The average for boys to ejaculate is twelve and a bit. Males begin puberty about a year to a year and a half before their first ejaculation. She was not much ahead of him or shall we say, he caught up. Between Ricki and Kirk, Eric was peppered with questions. The bulk he could answer truthfully. Some others he just had to fib a bit. Simon and Tim had been coaching him on how to answer questions that required some fibbing in a consistent way. For example, he had a little brother, no other siblings. He did not wish to talk about his biological parents, to painful. He grew up on a ranch, but this one was in Montana not New Mexico. No, he didn't have a girlfriend, no close friends on St. Thomas yet, he has only been with his foster father a few months and so on. They sat in the waiting room outside the Cardiac Ward: Mom the wife, son and daughter. Desperate for some definitive word about their father and husband. Paul came out in his scrubs to collect his clothing. All he would say was, it looks good but I am not a cardiac man. He suggested Eric take the kids for a tour of the hospital and over to his office. He handed him a 20, reminding him where the best ice cream store in town was. Once they left he took Mrs. Ulfan inside. Paul introduced her to the cardiac specialist, so he could explain everything. Mr. Ulfan would make a recovery but would need to stay in the hospital for several days. He did not think it wise to sail home. The children could see him in the morning. They wanted him to sleep now. "You may not know this but Paul's quick action with the aspirin and assisted breathing probably saved his life and went a long way to minimizing the damage." Mrs. Ulfan was impressed with Paul all right, she was also impressed with Eric, who took over her children's care and brought their boat in safely. Eric was quick to point out that Ricki and Kirk were able bodied sailors in their own right and the Coast Guard did help quite a bit. She was impressed with the humility displayed by both dad and son. She was even more impressed the next day when the legend of Dr. Stum was explained to her, by none other then the administrator. They all of course wanted to thank Paul and Eric who were now gone on their trip to Montana. It was Dr. Paull that suggested what kind of gesture would be most appreciated, after he learned Mr. Ulfan's company produced toys and children's books. Kirk and Ricki went up to the children ward for a quick inspection. They knew just what to do, starting by a stream of e-mails to Eric with invitations for him, oh yes Paul and his little brother too, to visit them in Tampa. Much later that day, Paul climbed into his bed and fell asleep in seconds. After all it had been fully packed. Not that he didn't enjoy the excitement and challenges. He did, more than he would admit to anyone else. He had a good time diving, he always did. Eric's performance in acing his test and becoming certified on his first attempt was a proud moment. The adrenaline rush of emergency medicine and racing at full throttle to the hospital was exciting. Knowing you did good by your patient is exciting. Watching your new son perform under pressure and perform well, was exciting. All this excitement and making final preparations for your impending departure to Montana the next afternoon, was just draining. Paul was so wacked he didn't even masturbate. Something he almost always does when he has no sleeping partner. Paul was sprawled face up on his huge bed. He was spread eagle in the middle his manhood at full erection while his sleeping mind enjoyed some erotic dream or another. In the boy's bedroom Eric too was asleep, he did masturbate before drifting off to dream. His dreams were a true mixed bag. He dreamed of making love, although is was lustful sex with Ricki and Kirk. He dreamt of sex with his clients and relatives, of his father commanding him to ride his cock of his brother, forcing his long hard penis into his unwilling mouth. He dreamt of having sex with his mother and aunts and cousins. He woke, he cried sobbing into his pillow, longing for another person to share his emotions with, but he was alone. Awake he remembered how he would wake up in the middle of the night at his old home. His older brother would comfort him in the only way he knew how. He would fuck his face with his fat cock. Eric realized for the first time, this was not because his brother was being mean to him, he realized that was all he knew, all he had ever known. His brother was much older, well four years, his body was smooth and hairless like Eric's. Eric knew, he had seen it happen, the wax removal of his body hair. He had seen the pain in his eyes. It was not all bad. He liked sex with his brother too. They would sixty-nine for hours tenderly licking each other's maleness. Deep throating and tracing the entire length and width of each other penises with their tongues. Eric would grasp the penis with his small hands and let his tongue play with the sensitive head pressing into the urethra and the slowly sallow its entire length, hold it in his throat and slowly let it withdraw. This was always a highlight in the films they made. He had to admit he loved the feeling of a large cock in his ass, he loved the feeling of his cock in any hole it could find. Mouth, anus, virgin all the same to him. Well not quite, nothing like a boy ass, small, hard, smooth and receptive. He liked his younger female cousins too. Their vaginas' were tight, hot and slick. Eric liked the taste of semen. He missed not having a load or two a day down his throat. He masturbated again licking the delivery from his fingers and fell back asleep. Paul began to wake up very early, the sky was just brightening. He absentmindedly reached out and pulled his boy tighter to his chest. That's when he woke completely up. Grant was in Montana! Eric snuggled his small tight butt against Paul's morning erection encouraging the stiff cock to slide in his cleft. He did not appear to wake up. Paul was glad his new son had joined him but he was just a bit concerned as to why. Did he want sex or just company, both of which he was ready, willing and able to supply. His concern was simply from need, from desire, from loneliness but not from obligation, approval or payment. Paul had fallen back asleep, coming around again in that half dream half awake state he began kissing Eric on the back of the neck and shoulders. Eric began to move and turning his head slightly Paul kissed his ear and cheek, all the while keeping the boy wrapped in his arms. Eric pulled one of Paul's hands to his crotch, to his full boy erection all five and a half by one inch thick of it. "I take it you are here for more than just a little company," Paul whispered. "Mummmm yep." Eric wiggled his ass just a bit, pressing it tighter into Paul's groin. "You know, well you don't know but I am about to tell you, that when I was your age, just 14, I marched into my father's bedroom, climbed into his bed and I didn't sleep alone again until I went away to university," Paul told him. "That sounds good to me, but you did say you would never force me." "Yes, I wasn't forced, it just worked out that way. I guess I am outlining some of the possible consequences of decisions made today. Look at it this way, if we have a sexual relationship it changes the dynamic of our family. I am not suggesting it will be good or bad, just different," Paul explained. "I know, I've been thinking about it a lot. I don't know how to deal with things. I am learning, I am trying. When I was with Ricki and Kirk yesterday I realized how much fun it was to be with others in a non sexual way. I wanted sex with both of them, mostly Ricki, but I realized that would only complicate things. I also realized sex had nothing to do with how they looked at you and me. Am I making any sense," Eric asked? "Oh ya, a whole heap. So you think you can keep your roles, son and lover separated more or less anyway," Paul asked? "Yes, I guess. Is there a difference between being a lover and a sex toy," Eric asked? "Yes Eric, a big difference. It is a matter of power. Being some man's sex toy, is giving him the power. Being some persons lover, is more like power sharing, sex is the physical sharing of an emotional state. Sometimes it is like the glue that holds the parts together. Lovers and the parent/child relationships are founded on the same principals: trust, respect and affection. There are some times when the parent must pull rank or use his power to protect the child. Lovers must never do that and must take care to keep the two situations separated," Paul explained. They went into the bathroom for mroning hygiene it was in the shower that Paul made his first move on Eric. The condo has a very large tub with two shower heads or could be filled with bubbling water. It had two small sinks with huge mirrors and the usual toilet. Eric ran out to get his tooth brush and quickly returned. He wanted to stand next to Paul and do exactly what he did. Except he didn't need to shave yet but he could watch. "Just like Grant," Paul mused to himself. Paul pointed to the shower and Eric stepped in. Paul adjusted the water flow for one an then the other shower heads. As the warm water splashed on their bodies from both sides Paul washed his boy's hair, rubbing his fingers rapidly against the lad's scalp bringing giggles and laughter to his changing voice. A voice that ranged all over the place not having settled into one register yet. The poor kid never knew what sound was to emanate from his bow shaped mouth when he opened it. Eric grabbed the shampoo away from Paul, reached up to reciprocate. Paul didn't much care for this but it was only fair. Here they stood toe to toe, warm water splashing on their backs, Eric's long thin arms stretched up to Paul's head. His body was open to his man now. Paul stepped back a bit to rinse his hair and Eric followed to assist by running his fingers through the short blond strands. The were both erect, penises jutting out from their lean flat bodies like swords. Paul leaned in and down while Eric's arms were fully extended and kissed him on the lips, pressing his tongue into the lad's mouth. Eric knew what to do, he was experienced and pressed back dueling with Paul. His outstretched arms clamping around Paul's neck and Paul arms engulfed the lad around his back pulling their groins together. Eric could feel a tingling sensation running from his lips to his crotch something he had not felt much before. Before this kissing was a mechanical process, you were told to kiss like that for the cameras. This was different in many ways, most it was different because it was by choice. He wanted to be here in this place with this man. He wanted to feel his kisses and his body close to him. He wanted to feel what delights this man would give him next. Paul broke the embrace, took up a bar of soap and began covering Eric's body with it. Slowly and gently moving his soap covered hands over his body finding ever fold or corner. When Paul's soap covered fingers pressed into his anus it almost took his breath away, it felt oh so good, oh so nice, oh so exciting. Paul turned him around to face the water stream, wrapped his arms around Eric, dropping his left hand to his penis. It was hard and stiff, the head was poking out of the partly retracted foreskin. Paul gently slid the foreskin back and with his right hand reached for a small tube of special, very mild bath gel. He slowly and deliberately but with extreme gentleness cleaned Eric's manhood. Finishing Paul slowly drew his hands up the boy's body toward his shoulders this caused Eric to lean back resting his head against Paul's chest. Paul gave his nipples several quick flicks with his nimble fingers. No pinches, but little flicks, they immediately stiffened and became erect. This too sent tingles through Eric's body and combined with the tingling from the water splashing on his erect penis and hairless scrotum he thought he would come any moment. "My turn," Paul said, braking the mood by handing Eric the soap. Paul knew exactly what he was doing. His intention was to build up the anticipation of ejaculation to the highest possible state before he allowed his new pupil the rapture of climax. Under ordinary conditions Paul would have gladly made love right in the shower. Not today, not now, not with this being his first time with this boy. This time it had to be special. Not special for Paul but special for Eric. There is a myth in society that you never forget your first fuck. That is bullshit. You will quickly forget it if that is all it is, just some ordinary, uninspired and perhaps only marginally satisfying action. You may remember the lessons learned about how to improve the experience or what didn't work and what did but as an experience to remember, not. You will vividly remember your first really good fuck and you will vividly and even relive in your fantasy all your outstanding fucks. In Eric's case Paul had no way to tell what he remembered. Having been sexually exploited in one way or another since before he could remember, who is to know, not even him. What Paul did know was, this time and in this place, it had to be special, it had to be memorable. Paul needed Eric to want a repeat performance, because it was that good and for no other reason. That repeat performance was not necessary with him, although that would be nice; no, it was important for Eric's re-socialization. Paul knew it was the shortest path. He knew Eric knew the joy of giving others joy. Something he had lots of experience with. What he needed to do was two fold; make sure he received joy in full measure, for no other reason than he is who he is and that both the giving and receiving are independent of any non-voluntary obligations. Paul and Eric dried each other laughing and giggling like little kids. Paul placed Eric on the bed and began worshiping his body. His hands and lips explored every square inch of smooth teen skin. He kept the lad at a fever pitch backing off four or five times just before Eric's explosive ejaculation. Smothering his frequent requests for relief or active participation with kisses and a probing tongue. Paul bid the boy roll over and assume the position. His ass in the air, his face on the bed, his legs spread at forty five degrees. Paul pressed his tongue into the boy anus sending shivers up and down his spine and through his groin. This was obviously something he had little experience at receiving. Eric for his part could easily relax his sphincter letting the probing tongue explore. Paul applied a good measure of KY using his fingers to further work over the boy's already charged prostrate. He wanted Eric to ejaculate while he fucked him. He was also highly charged with anticipation and doubted his ability to fully control his own climax. "Now keep you hands off yourself and let me do the work," Paul told him. Paul pressed his long hard cock in. It entered easily and smoothly. Eric knew just how to take it. He knew just when to clamp down on the invader for maximum effect. Paul began reciting, in his head, the muscles of the lower body. That was his way of controlling his own anticipation. He fucked in long slow stroked three quarters of his length making sure to engage the prostrate as much as possible in both directions. His hands drifted over the boy's buttocks and back. He bent over kissing his back along the spine up to the nape of the neck. Eric's breathing quickened and he began to babble. That was the sign Paul was looking for he quickened his pace grasping Eric's hips and ramming his swollen cock hard with short half length strokes. Eric began to come sending shots of ejaculate across the bed. Paul let himself go filling him with his thick white cream. Eric clamped down hard almost trapping the invading cock inside him than he relaxed and so did the invader.