Date: Mon, 5 Jun 2000 20:20:35 EDT
From: Hidden12@aol.com
Subject: Eric Chapter 18 (M/t)

Note:  I won't claim this is a "chapter," more like a collection of pieces.
As always, I'm interested in your comments, good and bad, as they feed the
writing process for me.  You may also realize I'm without my proofreader.  I
appreciate his services in the past.  I hope you enjoy.  It is my intent to
rework the entire collection, adding and subtracting as need be to knit the
individual stories into a more coherent work.  Enjoy.


The next morning


In the last week Eric had decided to perfect his fellatio techniques, his
cock sucking.  Not that I'd had any complaints mind you.  He'd even gone so
far as to search the Internet for different techniques.  Periodically during
the week he'd come up to me with a mischievous smile and said "See how you
like this."  Whereupon he would proceed to fish my dick from my pants and
begin what was usually a wonderful thing.  Still, my favorite was the
technique he'd always used on me, tonguing the crown and taking the shaft
deep in his mouth with a twist of his head.  Given the advanced stages of
some of his new techniques, I suspected that Mike was probably enjoying his
friend's newfound hobby.  I will admit to having periodically looking past
his bobbing head to his pert ass with some longing, as our intercourse had
tapered off as a result.


This morning, as most weekend mornings, I'd woken up before Eric.  After
pausing to watch him sleep, naked form quiescent beneath the sheet, on his
side, hands tucked beneath his pillow, one leg cocked, fine ass against my
thigh, I finally got up and put on enough clothes to walk down the driveway
to grab the paper and make myself some coffee.  Halfway through the front
page, I felt Eric stir until, setting the paper down, I looked over to see
him stretch his arms overhead, eyes scrunched closed.  I smiled to see the
funny look on his face while also admiring the compact and delightful chest
exposed when a kicking leg pulled the sheet down to his waist.


"Good morning sunshine." I said when his eyes finally popped open.  I leaned
over to meet his rising head for a quick kiss.  How wonderful it was that I
could be kissing a young man like Eric, my naked lover.


"Hi." Eric smiled while twisting his boy body to relax the muscles tightened
by his stretch. Sitting up and blinking his eyes to drive off the fuzz, Eric
asked, "Can I have a slug of your coffee?"


"Sure."  I watched him drink, both hands wrapped around the half full mug,
lips barely meeting the dark liquid to gauge its temperature before taking a
larger swig, bare Adam's apple jumping as he swallowed.  Eric's light brown
hair, still cut short, but now styled to have the front kind of spiky, lay in
disarray, mused on his head.  The fair skin of his face, as yet untainted by
any darkness of beard, colored by the telltale rosy cheeks revealing some of
his Scandinavian heritage.


Handing my coffee back to me, Eric asked.  "What time is it?"


"A little after seven.  We have about an hour before we need to get ready for
church."  Despite what some would consider the heretical nature of our
relationship, I considered faith important.  Pastor Walters was a periodic
guest at our house; I got the feeling he knew there was more to our
relationship than just foster father and son.


Picking the paper back up, I glanced up to watch Eric's tight ass wiggle as
he scurried for the bathroom before looking back down to the international
news section.  After hearing the toilet flush and some rattling around in the
bathroom, Eric climbed back into bed.


Although I shouldn't have been surprised, I was startled when Eric pulled
down the sheet and began to suckle on my flaccid cock.  I had thought he was
reaching over me to grab the comics, his Sunday morning staple.  Eric's hands
were at the base of my rapidly hardening cock, his lips stretched around the
crown, while his tongued danced it's rasping surface over my skin making me
shudder.  Setting the paper down, I ran my hands quickly through his short
cut hair, then spread my legs wider when I felt him slide over to my side of
the bed and settle between my legs.  Quickly Eric established the theme of
the day's oral training.  After getting me hard, Eric slowly took the entire
length of my cock into his mouth until I could feel him gag once and then
take me into his throat.  While that was not unknown in the past, it was the
swallowing motion that followed that was so unique.  Half my mind reveled in
a new found ecstasy, while the other half stayed alert and concerned when
Eric gagged hard several times from the added complications of trying to
massage my cock in his throat by swallowing.  Even if he never tried this
variation of his fellatic skills again, I was impressed that this young teen
was so skilled.


Just as I was getting close to loosing my load, my mind now totally lost in
erotic bliss, Eric gagged again.  Feeling the extra convulsion on my
overwrought cock sent me over the edge.  Between Eric raising up off my cock,
and my near frantic pulling out, we managed not to choke him with my load.
Instead we looked at each other for a moment in shocked silence, my cum
dripping down his face and across open lips.


"Damn, I thought I was gonna drown on that one." Eric said shaking his head
slightly to clear his thoughts.  When he closed his mouth, his red lips
forced out a thin line of my sperm.


"You OK?" I asked, on hand on his shoulder.


"Yeah fine.  Kiss me you brute!  Try to kill me why don't you!"  Eric started
to climb up my body, our lower torsos sliding over each other in his passage.


"Mmmm."  Our lips met, then his tongue gently slithered into my mouth before
being pushed back into his own.  The tangy taste of cum leaking in around the
edges to mix with the earthy flavors of coffee and the mint of toothpaste.
Finally breaking out morning kiss, I planted a smooch on his damp forehead.


"So what did you think of that one?" Eric asked, rolling out of bed and
heading once more for the bathroom.


"Nice, but not my favorite."  After using a washcloth to clean his face, Eric
stood naked in the bathroom doorway facing the bed.  "Come here stud, I wanna
return the favor," I said to Eric.


Quickly I got Eric on his back, legs up and parted.  Although I had his cock
in my mouth, my tongue swirling around his tender corona, two of my fingers
worked on gaining access to his pink hole using spit for lube.  Once inside,
I timed the bob and twists of my head to work together with the gentle jabs
of my fingers on his prostate.  Within moments, Eric began to moan and pump
himself into my mouth, his ass onto my probing fingers.  Two minutes later
his seed erupted into my sucking mouth, instantly being swallowed down, my
tongue and mouth working together to suction every drop from his ivory prick.
 Gently pulling my fingers from his spent body, I moved aside to allow him to
lay his legs down.


Stretching out next to him, I pulled his body into my embrace, his head on my
bicep, the arch of his shoulders tight to my chest, the firm curve of his
young buttocks nestled into my hips.  I could feel his pounding heart slow,
the muscles of his body relax beneath my fingertips lightly tracing the
curves of his smooth youthful form.  Each compound curve, each delicate
texture had been cataloged in my mind long ago, yet each time I revisited
Eric's form, I found new joy.  Fighting away a desire to fall back asleep, I
finally asked, "What's on the agenda for today?"


Snuggling his head deeper into my arm, Eric's whole body gently shifted
closer to mine, nearly our entire bodies in contact, even our feet
overlapping.  "Mike and I have to finish a zoology project, it's due
tomorrow," came the eventual reply.


"What have you got to do?"  By this time the fingers of my free hand were
toying with one of his nipples.


"Oh, seems like make work to me.  We have to sort and classify twenty local
specimens by their genus and all that stuff."


"Sounds like a bunch of work to me."


"Not too bad, computer helps to search and look things up.  I figure it will
take a couple of hours."


"Want to have Mike over for a working dinner then?  We have those good
Italian sausages in the fridge."


"Cool.  I'll call him up after church."


By that time the conversation had jump-started our brains enough to begin the
day.  Finally parting I grabbed Eric's offered arm to pull him into a
standing position, before we both went back into the bathroom yet again, only
this time for a shower.