Date: Sun, 19 Jan 2003 17:26:42 +0000 (GMT)
From: Veneration <veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Stormchild part 3

Disclaimer: This is a gay story and there are rude bits. If it's illegal
for you to read this, don't. If it offends you to read this, don't.

Comments are welcome to veneration2003@yahoo.co.uk.


Stormchild - Part 3 by Veneration

Chapter 7 Friday night fever

I was standing at the kitchen bench the following Friday, when I heard the
front door open and a cheery voice call out "Hey Martin."

Eric bounded into the kitchen with an enormous smile.

"Gidday, Eric. It's nice to see you again."

He stood beside me at the bench to investigate what I was doing and, when I
put my arm around his shoulder, snuggled up against my side.

"What are we having for tea?"

We? It seemed that I had a guest.

"Pasta."

"Again? We had that last week."

"Well, if you don't want pasta, you could always cook tea for us," I
suggested.

"Oh, that's OK. Your pasta's not too bad."

"Just bad enough, eh?"

Eric laughed.

"Is it alright if I stay the night?" Eric asked me as he helped me prepare
the meal.

"What about your mother? Does she know you are here?"

"I told her I was staying with Dad, but he's gone out again."

I raised my eyebrows at this.

Eric raised his chin in defiance. "Well, can I?"

"We'll have to see."

Eric smiled, as he took this as a yes. I thought he was probably right as
it was a battle I was unlikely to win, and didn't want to win.

After tea, we settled on the sofa for an evening of TV, Eric wrapped in my
arms. I breathed in the aroma of boy, which was slightly earthy and
unwashed, it is true, but I also inhaled clouds of testosterone, or at
least I imagined there were and that I could smell them.

Several hours later, after Eric had gone for a piss, he returned and lay on
the sofa with his head away from me, and with his bare legs draped across
my lap. I put a hand on his right leg and started stroking his ankle. I
looked across at Eric's face to check his reaction to my caresses. He was
looking at the TV as if unaware of what I was doing, but he was smiling
slightly.

I took this as an invitation to continue, so I stroked and caressed his
lower legs from his knees to his feet. I massaged his narrow feet and
finely formed toes. Sucking a person's toes is meant to be erotic and I
thought of trying it and of seeing Eric's reaction. But then I thought
better of it as it might shock him too much. All this time, Eric looked as
smug as a cat, baking in front of a roaring fire. Much more and I expected
to hear him start purring.

But even as cats in front of the fire must move eventually, Eric moved his
feet so that they were flat on the sofa, leaving his knees pointing towards
the ceiling. I looked over at him, but he was still watching TV. Eric was
wearing baggy shorts, a modern boys' fashion that I thoroughly approved
of. I looked down at his legs and, yes, I could see right up his
shorts. The view was heavenly, leading past his smooth white thighs and
ending at his groin. That was, unfortunately, still hidden from view by his
boxers.

You might wonder why I was so eager to get a look at Eric's dick, when I
had already seen it at the pool. But, like any addiction, once is never
enough and it had only whetted my appetite for more. Besides, there was
something highly erotic and tantalising about his clothed, but suggestive,
body.

Those boxers showed no sign of gaping open to reveal what lay beneath, so I
looked up, only to find Eric gazing at me. I blushed violently at the
embarrassment of being caught cruising his crotch, and looked away.

"Sorry," I apologised.

"Did you see anything?"

My ears burnt even hotter. "Don't worry, no. Look I am very sorry. I
shouldn't have looked and I don't know what came over me."

"I don't mind."

I looked at Eric in surprise. "Huh?"

Eric grinned. "Can you see anything now?" And he moved his legs even
further apart.

My eyes were drawn back to the view up his shorts, but his boxers still hid
their prize.  "Um, no."

With a quick look to make sure that Eric was OK with my action, I grasped
his knees with my hands and moved them closer together, then further apart.

"No luck. It's those damned undies of yours."

"Oh. Perhaps we had better go to bed, then."

Was this really the invitation it sounded like? Eric's grin had disappeared
and he looked slightly nervous, but he got to his feet, grabbed my hand and
pulled me off the sofa after him. As he led me into the bedroom, I began to
think that perhaps Eric really did intend what I thought. But even if Eric
wasn't thinking of sex, I didn't think I would be able to stop myself this
time.

I removed my shirt, but Eric just stood in the middle of the room, looking
serious and a little uncertain.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

He nodded his head. Sex was new to Eric and he wasn't sure what he should
do. As the adult, it was up to me to take the lead.

"Do you want me to help undress you?"

Dumb question. This was a teenager, with all the pride and insecurities of
that tribe. It had been years since Eric had needed help undressing. But he
nodded his head again.

I grasped the bottom of Eric's T-shirt and pulled it over his head,
revealing his narrow boyish chest and small wisps of blond hairs in his
armpits. I knelt before him, so that I could reach into the top of his
shorts and untie the drawstring. I pulled down his pants and Eric supported
himself by placing his hands on my shoulders, so that he could step out of
the pants legs. I took his boxers and slipped them over his hips, to reveal
his family jewels.

They were so delightful, and so close that I could see the faint sign of
veins under the smooth shaft of his cock and the soft wrinkled texture of
his balls. His bush was sparse and I could easily see individual hairs. The
sight was irresistible, and I bent forward and kissed the head of his cock.

Eric gasped and his little man began to swell and stiffen and stand up
proudly, no longer such a little man. At the sight of his hard-on, my own
cock became hard and uncomfortably tangled in my clothes, but that wasn't
going to be for much longer.

I stood and pulled back the duvet on the bed.

"Why don't you get into bed," I suggested.

That was a very sexy sight, seeing my boy lying on my bed, erection hard
against his belly, waiting for me. I removed the rest of my clothes and
stood naked before Eric. His eyes widened as he stared at my hard-on as it
quivered in the air, with the swollen head a deep red. My erection was only
a little longer than the boy's, but it was much fatter than his slender
rod.

I joined Eric on the bed and gathered him into my arms in an embrace. We
gazed into each other's eyes, then I gently kissed him on the lips. I
opened my mouth slightly as we kissed, but Eric's lips were firmly
closed. I could feel his heart beating against my chest, his cock was a
rigid bar pressed against my belly, while mine was pressed between his
thighs. I had to be careful I didn't lose control too soon.

I ran my tongue over Eric's lips, which were as soft as moths' wings and
observed his surprise. I wasn't kissing with my eyes closed as I didn't
want to miss a single moment of our love making. I pushed my tongue between
his closed lips and pressed against his teeth and finally he opened his
mouth and let me in. I explored the inside of his mouth and caressed his
tongue with mine. Eric lay passively for a while, but then began to
respond.

We tongue wrestled, until tired tongues and tender lips dictated that we
break contact and rest.

"Wow," Eric exclaimed, "that was great. I never knew kissing could be so
wicked."

"It can be, if you do it with the right people."

He smiled. "You must be the right people, then."

"As are you, my boy. As are you."

With my hand I stroked down Eric's back and cupped his bum in my palm.

He gave a mock frown, then grinned. "Hey, that's my arse you are holding
there."

"So? What's your point?" I slipped my fingers into the crack between his
bum cheeks and poked at the entrance to his hole.

Eric looked surprised at the invasion. I was going to enjoy introducing
Eric to the surprises and pleasures of sex.

He frowned again. "You aren't going to fuck me are you? I don't think I'd
like that."

"That's OK, there are lots of other fun things we can do."

Eric smiled. "Yeah? Like what?"

"Whatever you like."

I released his arse and brought my hand to his chest, where I began to
stroke his chest and play with his nipples. When they became erect I gently
trailed my fingers down his torso to his belly button, making Eric shiver
in the process. I grasped his cock and I could feel it throbbing and hot in
my hand. I released it from my grasp, to an 'Oh' of disappointment from
Eric.

But the only reason I did this was so that my mouth and tongue could follow
my hand's path. I teased those hard little nipples, to a gasp from Eric at
the discovery how sensitive they had become. I explored the depths of his
innie navel and finally came to the ultimate target. I looked at Eric's
hard-on then glanced up at his face. He was staring at what I was doing
with eyes wide open, hardly daring to hope what he thought might happen was
actually going to happen. But there was no way I was stopping at this
stage.

With a quick movement I engulfed Eric's cock with my mouth. I heard him
gasp at the sensation. I plunged my mouth down to the base, so that I could
feel the head of his cock pushing against my throat and my nose was rubbing
against his narrow strip of pubic hair. His crotch had a somewhat unwashed
and sweaty boy-smell, which only added to my excitement. I withdrew and
massaged the head of Eric's cock with my tongue, as he moaned.

I plunged to the base and back to the head and that was too much for the
boy as he moaned again and with an 'Oh, Martin,' he squirted in my mouth. I
savoured the taste of his little gift before swallowing it.

I returned to the pillow, alongside Eric. He lay, stunned, at the
sensations he had just experienced.

"Better than wanking?" I asked him.

"Oh, yeah, it was unbelievable. Did you swallow it?"

"Of course."

Eric wrinkled his brow at the thought of swallowing spunk, then looked
thoughtfully down at my cock, which was rock hard and in urgent need of
attention. I suspected he was not sure about what he was expected, or
wanted, to do. Eric grasped my hard-on and the feeling of his boy's hand
was almost enough to send me over the edge, but I was not after a wank. I
removed his hand from my cock.

"I've got something better in mind," I told him.

"Um?" Eric looked uncertain, but I decided to spare him from giving me a
blow job. This time, anyway. It was time for some frottage.

I positioned myself above Eric so that our cocks were aligned. I supported
myself on my hands and knees, partly because I was too heavy for the boy to
support my weight, and partly so that our cocks would only touch with the
most gentle of caresses. I began to rub my cock against his in a thrusting,
fucking movement. It had been semi-soft after his orgasm, but it quickly
became erect again. Another half dozen thrusts and I came.

Did I ejaculate gallons of spunk that flooded the bed and spread on the
floor? Well, no. I don't know about other men, but my balls were a normal
size and could only hold the normal modest amount of jism. All that effort
and mighty orgasm goes to produce such a small volume, that you look at
afterwards and think in disbelief 'Is that it?'

After spurting my little deposit, I collapsed and rolled onto the bed
besides him.

Eric looked down at the puddle on his belly and smiled. "Yuk, you came all
over me. What a mess."

"Well, I had better clean it up then, hadn't I," and I scooped up a sample
of spunk with a finger and popped it in my mouth.

"Gross," Eric laughed. He paused, then "What does it taste like?"

"Delightful."

Eric grinned. "Yeah, but you think your own cooking tastes nice."

I laughed. "Hey, don't be rude. Why don't you try some?"

"No way, man."

"Go on, try it," I urged and scooping up another finger of spunk I started
to bring it towards his mouth.

Eric tried to stop me, grasping my arm with both hands and rolling his head
from side to side on the pillow, laughing and protesting as he did so. But
he didn't manage to stop me from bringing my finger to his mouth and
smearing cum across his lips. Perhaps he didn't try quite as hard as he
could.

Eric grinned, then abruptly rolled on top of me and kissed me firmly on the
lips. "There, you can have your stuff back now."

"Lovely. There's nothing like spunk-flavoured boy's lips."

Eric lay on me, with his head on my chest, while I gently stroked his back
and bum. And so we passed into sleep

The next morning was much as I might have expected. A very sleepy boy
eventually turned up in the kitchen, dressed in boxers that were tented out
in the front. He came up to me for a good morning hug and I gave his little
stiffie a friendly tweak. Eric was monosyllabic during breakfast, partly
because he was still half asleep, but I wondered whether he was also
considering the previous night and what he now thought about it.

When I returned Eric to his home, I was tempted simply to let him out of
the car and leave, but I saw his mother at the window, so decided to go in
and face up to her.

"Hi Mum," Eric said cheerily as we entered the living room. He had wakened
during the drive and was ready for the day.

Iris looked at her happy son as he ambled through the room and out to the
back of the house, then she turned her gaze to me.

"Good morning, Mrs Jansen," I greeted her.

"Mornin'. Eric stayed with you last night, didn't he?"

Oops, she had gone straight for the kill, but unfortunately I had never
been very quick or convincing in my lies.

"Well, er, ..."

"I can tell he did. Eric's never in such a good mood when he has been with
his father."

"Um, yes, actually he did."

Iris stared at me thoughtfully, almost sullenly, while I waited to see how
she would respond. This was the critical moment when Iris would decide
whether she would accept my presence in her sons' lives. Iris sighed and
her shoulders slumped a little as some of her inner tension was released.

"Well, his damned father certainly doesn't do Eric any good. And he has
been better behaved since meeting you, so at least you seem to be a good
influence on him. I suppose if Eric stays with you every once in a while,
it can't do any harm."

"Thank you for your confidence. I will always take good care of him." I
hesitated, as I wondered whether this was a good time to see whether I
could take advantage of Iris's current mood. After all, it could change
again in the future. "You know, if you ever need a baby-sitter for all
three boys, I would always be happy to have them at my house for the
night."

"Oh, no, that wont be necessary," Iris quickly replied. Then it was her
turn to hesitate as she thought about my offer. "Actually, some friends did
invite me to go clubbing with them tonight. I turned them down, of course,
as it's so hard to get a baby-sitter for the boys."

Yes, I could imagine that most baby-sitters would only last the one time.

"Why don't I look after them tonight. It would be no trouble"

Iris considered this, doubtfully at first, then with some resolution as she
made her decision. "It'd be nice to get out of the house and have some fun
for once. Yeah, sure, why not."

And so it was decided. I arranged to pick up the boys after tea, then
left. Eric had been listening from the next room and he followed me out to
the car.

"I wish Grant and Harry aren't coming tonight. We wont be able to do stuff
like we did last night."

"Yes, it is a pity, but I'm sure there will be other times." I leered at
the boy. "We might even think of some other fun things to do."

Eric grinned, then narrowed his eyes. "You are not going to be doing any
stuff with Grant and Harry tonight, are you?" he demanded.

"I have no idea what's going to happen tonight."

"Martin! Not ..." he lowered his voice, "sex. That's just for the two of
us."

"You will always be my special boy," I assured Eric, "and we will always
have our special times alone. I don't especially wish to mess around with
your brothers and I wont start anything. But if they want to have a bit of
fun, it seems unfair to stop them. I can't promise not to do anything."

"Don't you dare," Eric warned me sternly. "You are not sexing with Grant
and Harry tonight and that's final. Or else!"

And with those words, Eric stalked back to the house. I started driving
home.

Why didn't I promise not to fool around with Grant and Harry? It was a
foolish thing to do, when it put my relationship with Eric at risk. Eric
was my special boy, who I not only lusted after, but also cared about
deeply. While his brothers were cute, even sexy, I felt no great need to
have sex with them. I didn't even have any indication that there was the
faintest prospect of anything happening.

But I also realised that if the opportunity did arise, I wouldn't be able
to turn it down. I had had sex with boys so seldom over the years, I knew
that I wouldn't have the willpower to refuse if Grant and Harry wanted some
fun. I couldn't lie to Eric about that, as it was so important for Eric to
know that I was always truthful to him.

I sighed as I considered the storm I was risking with Eric.