Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2000 20:33:40 EST From: Hidden12@aol.com Subject: Eric Chapter 19 (Eric Chapter 19, M/t, Oral, Anal, +) Earlier "Eric" stories can be found in either the ASSGM or Nifty archive. Thanks to all the readers who, over the course of several years, have given critical feedback. I suspect this will be the final installment for some time. There is something of an ending, but it exists several years in the future and is based on plot structures that have yet to be written about. Perhaps one day I will edit the entire collection and complete its transition to an integrated story. As a character, "Eric" has allowed me to explore my own feelings and interests. I won't bother with legalese of a disclaimer. I believe our society must be built on the idea of a reasonable man, not catering to the simpering idiot that is surprised to find explicit pornography on sites such as those provided with a copy of my work. I am sane enough, however, to not use the names of real people, no matter how much I might like to make public their achievements or lunacy. USMA "I'd like for you to come with me to West Point for a weekend," I asked Eric in the middle of dinner one night. Fork half way to his mouth, Eric stopped and stared at me for a moment, eyes fixed in the light of a guttering candle. As usual, we ate at the small, old, oak table installed in the far end of the kitchen next to the tall windows looking out on the backyard. Tonight a cool dry breeze gently filtered through the open casement windows bringing in the earthy smells of fall. "Umm. That's like a military academy isn't it?" "Yes. 'The' military academy in fact," I said, teasing him a bit. "What's up there?" "An old friend of mine heads up one of the academic departments, he's asked us up." "Is he gay? Does he know the deal?" Eric asked after another bite. By now we'd both pretty much demolished the simple dinner of grilled pork loin with sautéed mushrooms and onions, salad, and rolls. "No to both questions. Things in the Army aren't that liberal! He knows we're a team." After a pause I added, "He was a friend of your father's as well. He'd like to meet you." "Oh. Sounds like a command performance to me." I could tell Eric wasn't thrilled, both by his tone of voice and body language. His last sentence said while aggressively mashing a chunk of roll into the remaining meat juices on his plate. "Not if you don't want to, although I'd like you to go. Two weeks from this Friday. There is no swim meet. I have to admit I checked." I really did want Eric to go, to meet someone once close to his father, to know part of the history of a great place, and for my own entirely personal reasons. "Besides, he's got this killer old house that over looks the Hudson River for just him and his wife. His youngest son is a cadet you know." Eric laughed, "Fine, I'll go. I'll go." "Thanks." "I think you owe me though, you had it all set up." He said looking sideways at me while he reached for another slab of pork roast. "Owe you huh? I think I'll just drag your young ass upstairs, tie your ankles to the headboard and fuck you silly. Ha!" I said waving my fork at him. "OK. Deal." Eric smiled and went back to work on the remains of his dinner. Later that evening, I did in fact tie him up and fuck him. After stuffing two pillows under his upturned ass, I gazed down on my boy. I could hardly believe he was so limber, his ass thrust up in the air, all his weight on his shoulders despite the pillows. Because I tied his ankles just inside of his wrists on the old spindle headboard, his ass cheeks were pulled wide giving me open access to his still tight rosebud. On his wrists and ankles, the thick, black, inch wide leather straps contrasted with Eric's fine tanned skin, still covered only in the faintest of down. Dancing my tongue across the tight skin of his cheeks, I worked my way closer to his hole. Teasingly, I licked in circles around his buttocks, nearing, but never touching his intimate areas. His legs struggled to position his ass under my tongue, but to no avail. Finally sucking his still smooth testicles into my mouth I felt his body shiver with need, I'd build up that need even higher before finally giving him what we both wanted, my hard prick in his ass. Leaving his nuts, my tongue slowly laved downward to the soft moistness of his anus. I could smell the hearty musk mixed with the lighter scent of soap; we'd both showered shortly before. Finally his wrinkled pucker yielded to my slick tongue tip until I could stab into the warm depths of his ass. After several years of taking my cock in his body, Eric opened up fairly quickly. Leaving him trussed up and hot for more, I left the bed to rummage through the dresser drawer that held our collection of sex toys. I added the one that had come today in the mail to a more usual assortment. After spreading a bath towel on the bed beneath his hairless ass spread wide open for all to enjoy, I coated my fingers with lube and began to play with him. All around his young hole my fingers rubbed, only tapping at his entrance. Using a small basting syringe, I loaded up about an ounce of lube then pressed the thin tip into Eric's puckered ass. The basting syringe flared out sharply from its diminutive tip. I could hear Eric suck in his breath when I pushed the plastic shaft into his tight hole. Squeezing the bulb, I pushed the lube into my boy's ass, ensuring he'd be ready to take all I had laid out for him. Fingers, an assortment of plugs, a dildo, and a string of red anal beads all felt the heat of Eric's ass in the next 20 minutes. Each succeeding device brought moans of excitement and made Eric's smooth legs tremble each time he was penetrated. Over and over I watched his taught body shiver in ecstasy under the assault on his juvenile prostate. Toes would curl, the muscles on his torso rippling from groin to his pectorals, his voice near cracking with crazed sexual need. Finally, we were down to the new toy, one Eric didn't even know existed, a soft black dildo moderate in size, although certainly able to present a challenge to even this special 16 year old. The real secret was in the black tube and squeeze pump emerging from the base. Wiping my hands on the towel, I moved up so I could lick the soft pink soles of Eric's feet. Still slightly ticklish, Eric squirmed desperately trying to move his bound feet from my mouth. Laughing at him, I milked my cock of its leaking precum, catching it on my fingers and gently feed it to my boy. Eric's head lifted from the bed to meet my fingers when he saw what I was doing, his tongue extended, darting about my fingers savoring the taste of my seed. "You're not nearly done yet," I said softly, kissing him, our joined lips framed between his bound legs, before returning to kneel at Eric's well stretched ass. Pink hole gaping and winking at me, he was a sight to behold. Smooth, lean, half man, half boy, Eric lay there spread open and wanting more, his hard cock a testament to his excitement. The glistening black dildo slid smoothly into Eric's ass; I almost think he was disappointed by the lack of challenge it represented, the dildo pausing only momentarily while Eric's ring expanded to pass the flared head within. Pistoning it in and out of his body, sucking sounds filled the bedroom. Deliberately I angled each penetration to stroke his young prostate, until I could see a diamond drop begin to form at the end of Eric's prick. Closing the valve with a twist of the hand screw, I squeezed the bulb several times in quick succession. Immediately, inside the clutching confines of Eric's ass, the black dildo swelled in girth. "Oh god! Yes!" I heard Eric say. I could see that the swollen member inside him was drawing the crinkled folds of his ass tight. More slowly now, I worked the black ram almost all the way out and then slid it back into Eric's hot ass until it would go no further. Eric's leg shook beneath my hand, muscles trembling in a mixture of need and fear. Four more times I squeezed the pump, watching intently as the base jutting from the taut indentation of my boy's ass grew even larger. I knew it would have swelled even more inside, pushing everything in it's path outward. "Oh god, Fuck! Unnghhh!" Eric's leg quivered an increasing beat under my hand. Ever so slowly I pulled on the dildo attempting to pull is fattened girth from Eric's rectum. Two slick, gleaming, fat inches emerged before Eric cried out. "No. Oh god, no don't pull it out, It'll rip me up!" He wailed, his fingers clenched against his bonds and toes flexing wildly. Instead of pulling any further, I pushed the fat invader back in, eliciting a series of wide-eyed gasps. Twisting at an adolescent nipple I reached in to stroke my boy's quiescent cock. After sucking his hairless balls into my mouth, my hand coaxed an erection despite Eric's entire concentration on the sensations in his ass. He had one sensation left to go. My hand was frantically jacking his hard cock when vibrations leapt from the dildo, hammering his straining sex gland with even more stimulation. Overwhelmed, Eric cried out again in anguish and began to cum violently. Each spasm of his cum shooting cock squeezed his ass down on the massive invader, shooting pain throughout his body already wracked in the ecstasy of ejaculation. Eric's face thrashed from side to side as thick ropes of cum rained down from above, covering his reddened cheeks and wet lips with the seeds of his life. The cum that landed on his chest slowly ran downhill to drip off the tops of his shoulders or puddle at the base of his neck. Watching his cock squeeze out its final drops, I twisted the fat dildo once again in my son's ass, causing every muscle in his body to tense and shiver. Finally exhausted, Eric slumped back into the bed, eyes closed, chest heaving. Leaving the dildo inside him for the moment, I leaned forward to release his wrists and ankles. Slowly, using his hands to support his thighs, Eric brought his feet down until he lay there with legs bent at the knees on either side of me, ass still raised by the pillows underneath. "Ready to take this monster out?" I asked, knowing that too would be an experience after his cumming so hard. Eric only nodded, clenching and releasing his fingers repeatedly. "Uuhhnn!" Eric sucked air into his lungs when I released the valve allowing the bloated invader in his ass to collapse from it's distended, horse cock proportions to near normal cock size. Knowing he'd be sore and sensitive, I slowly pulled it inch by inch from his boyish ass, stopping only when Eric's hands beat against the bed. The last inch was driven out by the remaining resiliency of Eric's ass, a small stream of lube and mucous draining from the distended flesh of his ass. Looking up at him from between his legs, my hands glided across my boy's cum sticky chest, gently rolling first one, then the other, nipple between thumb and forefinger. "You all right?" I asked cradling Eric's flushed face in my hands. Green eyes blinked back up at me, watery with near tears. Deep sighs breaths followed until the last one whistled out slowly. "That was incredible. I haven't cum that hard in a long time. Sheesh, I came once and I'm exhausted!" "Now you know how I feel when I cum in you," I said pulling him into me while I stretched out beside him. "Maybe my cock does, but wow, my ass still doesn't know what hit it! I thought my ass was going to explode. I haven't felt anything that huge in my ass since..." Eric paused in thought. "...since Canada." "You like it? I asked, enjoying the feeling of Eric's sex cupped in my hand, while my fingers sought to tease their way between his legs to his rubbery ass. "I didn't know what was going on, so close to pain, so close shooting my load all over the place. God, that was hot." Eric drew one foot up, allowing me free access to the place I'd just stretched to new limits. I could feel he was still dilated, oozing lubricant from swollen ass lips. Pulling my fingers free, I didn't see any blood, my greatest fear particularly given the immense size of the inflated dildo. This time, my fingers merely lay over his bruised hole instead of penetrating. "Ummm, you are a hot young man," I purred into his ear as we both moved into the bliss of semi-sleep. "Good enough reward for visiting West Point?" I asked, but only slow rhythmic breathing answered me back. I left Eric asleep, naked, thighs glistening with lube, face and chest still sticky with his cum, long enough to pickup the toys and toss them in the shower for tomorrow, clean myself up for a moment and grab a warm wash cloth. After blotting at his angelic, peaceful face, I lifted Eric's sleeping legs, gently removing the remaining traces of his ordeal. Throwing the washcloth across the bedroom onto the tile bathroom floor, I turned to kill the light from the nightstand and pull a blanket over the both of us. Settling down into the firm strength of Eric's back, when my still hard cock nestled between the warmth of his butt cheeks, I remembered that I hadn't cum myself. As sleep overcame me, I could remember thinking that I'd save fucking him for the morning. Although the next day was Saturday, I found myself having to go into the office for a few hours in the morning. Finally, I returned home around noon, hungry and wanting to get work out of my mind. Quickly Eric and I both ended up in the kitchen rummaging around the fridge to see what we could have for lunch. After watching Eric putter around the kitchen dressed in a loose gray T-shirt and nylon running shorts for a few moments, thoughts of hunger left and my libido got the better of me. Walking up behind Eric as he made himself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, my hand went to cup his firm ass while I leaned over to murmur in his ear. "Umm, You're so hot, I could fuck you right now," I said to him, enjoying the feel of his head against my face, his body against mine. Eric turned, a huge smile spreading across his silent face. Half a second later he was kicking off his running shoes and bent to skin off his shorts until his rapidly hardening young cock sprang free while the shorts dropped to the floor by his feet now covered only by white booty type socks. Still silent, Eric glanced about until his eyes settled on the breakfast table in front of the windows. Perching his naked ass on the edge of the table, he slowly laid back while deliberately watching me as I stood somewhat dumbfounded. Finally, I blinked to see my 16 year old boy on his back, naked save his T shirt and tiny socks, with his hands intertwined behind his knees. "Want to know a secret?" Eric asked, looking at me from between his upraised knees. "Sure," I replied while undoing the buckle to my belt and opening the front of my khaki pants. Eric just smiled back at me until I was standing between his legs, one hand pawing his sex while the other frantically tried to extract my testicles from the confines of my boxer shorts. "You won't be the first to fuck me today," Eric announced while at the same time his legs extended to wrap themselves around my torso. Almost involuntarily, I glanced down to see that in fact Eric's hole was a bit red and puffy, a sure sign that he'd been busy this morning while I was away. "How's Mike today?" I asked with a grin, one finger working it's way around Eric's ass. "Oh, fine," Eric replied with a feigned indifference before breaking into a vicious grin. "Actually he was hot as hell." "Oh yeah? By now both my hands were pushing on the back of Eric's knees, splitting his already once fucked boy ass wide open. Kneeling, I leaned forward to nip at his ass cheeks, then my tongue found the softness of his hole. Eric began to moan and squirm a bit, reveling in the excitement coming from his ass. One of his hands began to paw, almost maul, his cock while trying to drive his hips further onto the tip of my tongue. Licking two fingers, I coated them with my saliva. Slowly and deliberately I pushed them into Eric's warm body, first feeling the resistance of his sphincter, then the taught ring sliding over my digits, my finger clasped in wet warmth of my boy's ass. Twisting my hand over, I cocked my fingers upward, causing Eric to gasp and flex his whole body when I brushed against his swollen gland. "Oh fuck! That's great. Fuck me. Fuck me hard!" I smiled to see my boy driven wild, enjoying the attention. "Tell me about you and Mike this morning," I asked, again caressing his prostate while pumping my fingers in and out of his loosening hole. "Fuck me and I will!" Pulling my cock free from my boxers, I draped my pants over a chair and went back into the kitchen proper. A little bit of olive oil in the palm of my hand served as lubricant for my cock. Returning to Eric's near naked body, I placed his sock-clad feet on my chest and pressed the head of my cock at the loose pink folds of my boy's ass. Knowing he'd been fucked already, I pushed slowly, but fully into him, finally surging forward on my toes to sink my cock entirely into him. Eyes closed, Eric's face flushed when I mounted his teen body, arms clutching at the side of the table, a slight moan echoed from his chest. Pulling entirely out, I pushed forward again only slightly, the swollen head of my cock caught immediately behind Eric's ring. "How did Mike fuck you?" I asked again, holding my cock still until he began to answer. "He likes it doggie style," Eric's voice uneven as I began to slowly thrust into him, each time working deep and twisting my cock within him. "We sucked each other for a while before he rolled me over." Eric's cock rode his abdomen hard, bouncing with each of my strokes until finally Eric began to stroke it himself. I used both hands to press down on the inside of his thighs, splitting his legs further apart, obscenely, erotically exposing his hard cock and balls to my sight, my thick cock sliding back and forth below Eric's tight ball sack. "Did you like it when he slid his cock into your ass?" "Oh god, yes." The imagery of my son, face down in his bed, ass cocked up on splayed knees, presented for his best friend to fuck had me ready to cum. Knowing that Mike, a hot young man in his own right, had his cock in the boy I loved, in the ass I was now fucking only added to the excitement. By now my hips were bucking against Eric's ass cheeks in a frantic crescendo, only moments before ejaculation. "Where did you two do it?" I waited for the answer I expected, imagery clear in my mind. "In our bed, right where we were last night." Dumbfounded, as my earlier mental picture blinked away to be replaced with one of the boys fucking in my bed, in Eric's and my bed, the bed where we'd made love so many times before. At the same time I was almost surprised to find I was cumming, cumming hard, deep within Eric's own convulsing ass at he reacted to the same thrill that ignited me. Still panting and trembling from release, I leaned forward to embrace my boy and pull him upright, my softening cock still embedded in his ass. Together, arms laced tightly around the other, we slowly rocked back and forth as we came down from our highs. Feeling Eric begin to stir, I nipped at an ear and released him from my embrace. "So you two were getting serious in our bed, eh?" I said lightly slapping at Eric's bare ass. "Hmm," Eric replied, "he knows the deal, has known for a while now in fact." I paused at one of the few issues that made me nervous. "The deal being you and me I take it." Eric knew I didn't want that part of our lives shared. "He knew. Christ, it isn't hard to figure out if you look around a bit. He came out and asked me one day. I wasn't going to lie about it. Not to him." I was surprised, concerned, but also thrilled. I could hear defiance in Eric's voice, see it in his posture, waiting for me to condemn him. A type of defiance I hadn't seen before in him. I knew Mike wasn't a casual friend, or one that would betray him. I was pleased with his outlook on personal honor. This boy was growing up fast, hardly a boy anymore in body, thought, or deed. Reaching out to him, I said, "You did right by Mike. Handled it well. I was surprised about your using our bed." Eric smiled at me. "He's cool. He still thinks you're hot by the way!" Eric laughed, his half naked body bending over to retrieve his shorts and shoes from the floor before kissing me quickly, grabbing his sandwich and disappearing upstairs. Two weeks later, I dismissed the driver that dropped us off at the swanky marina. I think both he and Eric were a bit surprised to see me grabbing a cart from a stack of blue painted garden buggies all painted with the marina logo. Loading our duffel bags and hanging clothes, Eric and I set off down the dock through a forest of swaying masts and close packed motorboats of increasing size. I knew Fred's boat, the El Dorado, would be near the end. We'd board Fred's boat, motor up river, talk some business overnight and disembark at the docks at West Point the next day. A limousine would take us home. Certainly it would have been a lot quicker to just drive, but I figured the thrill of being on such a huge yacht travelling past the city skyline and up the scenic shores of the Hudson River would impress Eric, even after his night on the Sultan's cruise ship sized boat. "I, ah, need to warn you, I guess," I said, causing Eric to look at me. "Oh?" Despite our own openness, I was embarrassed to have to say, "Mister Stern's family is pretty open about sex. You may be asked or, even pursued." "Oh. Who all is going to be on the boat with us?" Eric asked. "The guy I've worked with is Fred Stern, CEO of Novarex Corporation. His wife is Madeline Stern, and 3 kids. Nathan is the youngest, he's 8 or 9. Shannon is next at 14, and Dustin is the eldest at 17. I don't have any idea who the crew are; I expect a captain, a deckhand and a cook at least, and maybe more." "Hmmm. How open is 'open.' Do they know about us?" Now I could hear a change in Eric's voice. I sighed. "Fred certainly suspects our relation, although I've never confirmed it. He's been free with the fact that they play with each other." "Sounds like far more than mere play to me." "Yes, well, true. One other detail. I expect that the boat is wired with cameras. Fred likes to watch." I could feel the slight give beneath my feet of the floating pier as we walked past slips of ever increasing sizes, we were headed to the end. Slipping the duffel bag to my other hand, I looked over at Eric - he seemed to be somewhat dazzled by the density of wealth floating around him. Sailboats and motor yachts mixed freely, the glow of varnished teak competing with the white sheen of painted fiberglass, steel and aluminum hulls. The last 15 meters of the dock passed in silence as we approached the El Dorado, a huge motor yacht of at least 100 feet. A gleaming white aluminum hull, rich varnished teak, and taught canvas trim all spoke highly of the custom ship. After a waiting deckhand brought us aboard, introductions were quickly made and gear stowed below in our small stateroom. Minutes later Eric and I stood on the fly bridge, while the deckhand released the final lines. Leaving the harbor, the wind grew heavy with the scent of salt water as we pushed into the light chop of Long Island Sound. Beneath our feet, I could feel the steady throb of large diesels while behind us the water churned brown with white foam. We spent most of the afternoon in the salon at the stern of the yacht or walking about the deck watching the cityscape slide by. From a distance we saw the Statue of Liberty, Battery Park and the looming height of the Empire State building. We passed below four great bridges on our trek north. Both Eric and I stood spellbound beneath each one, mesmerized by the vast human effort required to construct such a feat. Later at dinner I was amused to watch Shannon openly flirting with Eric. I figured as a result of being closest in age, they had spent much of the afternoon together. Dustin seemed somewhat aloof while young Nathan was the typical energetic boy. Not long after dinner was over, we anchored across the river from West Point, the great fortress like academy already beginning to glow with the lights of evening. Eric had disappeared below decks already; I stood alone on the fly bridge looking up at my alma matter when Fred walked up beside me. "That's a hot boy you've got there Robert. I bet he's good in bed." I hadn't told Eric that Fred and I knew we both shared an interest in young men. That Fred knew we were together was almost inescapable, I just didn't want to talk about it. I smiled back at him. "I see your daughter has her eyes on him. Think anything is going to happen?" "Going to happen? If I know that girl, it's already happening," ha laughed back at me while taking a slug from his drink. "Wanna go find out? Think your twinky boy has it in him to fuck her?" I did in fact want to see what was going on. "She safe?" I asked. "Her mama sees to it that she takes her pill everyday if that's what you want to know. I like to play, and I won't wear any damn rubber, but I'll be damned if I let any kids come of it. Come on, let's to see what's up." One tiny room forward and below the pilothouse had been made into an office. Arrayed across one wall were a series of monitors, below several VCR's. Fred picked up a remote and all the monitors glowed to life. Most showed only motionless views of empty areas of the boat: the salon, the pilothouse, the dining area, the kitchen, even the fly bridge and the stateroom Eric and I shared. Two monitors showed far more than that. While staring at the screens, my eyes flicking back and forth between the two, my ears caught the sound of a VCR starting up. At the moment, both screens were strangely in synch. One screen showed what was clearly a naked Dustin with his head between his mother's legs as they both sprawled out on the master suite's bed. The other screen provided a much more detailed picture of the side of Eric's face as he tongued Shannon's hairless cunt. Above my boy, the young girl's stretched he young body tight, the look of utter passion on her face. Fred toggled a few switches and soon three screens showed the youngsters' passion from different angles. "Damn fine boy I must say. Shannon's room is a favorite of mine," Fred said while reaching up to shut off the screen showing the master suite. Even as it blinked out I caught the image of Dusting thrusting hard into his mother, both oblivious to the show the must know they were providing. By now Eric's hard cock dangled in front of Shannon's lips as they twisted into a 69, Eric now adding his fingers to the action. I wondered if Eric had ever seen a pussy before tonight. I was entranced. I wanted desperately to watch Eric slide his young, hard cock into the girl. I wanted to watch both of them, still children, yet almost adults, writhe in each others arms. After several moments, Shannon broke free and Eric rolled aside on the bed. Shannon scooted up on the bed to pile a pillow under her back. Her legs spread wide for the camera that invaded their privacy, her hairless cunt spread open, wet with her juice and my son's saliva. I could see Shannon's mouth move, wondering if her tongue had tasted Eric in the same way I had man times before. What was going to next seemed obvious when she reached out to stroke Eric's hard cock lying against his belly while her other hand rubber her clit. Eric knelt with his ass up in the air while he licked and fingered the girl's pussy, getting a good look at it, teasing her with what was to come. "Damn, Robert, you've been giving it to him good!" Fred was looking at another monitor, looking straight into Eric's upturned ass. "Even from here I can see he's been getting fucked, look at that ass!" Even before I glanced up, I knew what he was talking about. There could be little doubt that Eric would show the affects of our routine sex. "Damn, an ass like that makes me fucking hot. Think I can get a shot at his butt? I'd love to have his legs wrapped around me while I shove him full of my cock," Fred said, tapping on the screen. Fiddling with the controls, Fred zoomed in with the camera showing Eric's teen cock, jutting from a trimmed bush of pubes, close with, and then enter his daughter's cunt. I don't know how long I was there, saying nothing, fixed, staring from one screen to another as I watched them fuck. Some moves I recognized as techniques I used to fuck Eric, others were youthful improvisations. Shannon was no novice, she knew what made her feel good, and what made her partner feel good. All at 14 years old. I watched mesmerized as Eric's thrusts became frantic and irregular until finally it seemed as every muscle in his body tensed, I knew his cum would be jetting from the tip of his cock and filling Shannon's twat, her swollen pussy lips wrapped tightly around my son's hard penis. I nearly collapsed into the chair as the action wound down, Eric and Shannon gently nuzzling each other in the afterglow of their passion. Both being young, I bet they would both be at it again in a few minutes. Moments later, I watched as Eric kissed his way down the girl's body until he was between her legs. Soon after, Shannon writhed again in passion as Eric's tongue danced a magic tune on her clit and through her cunt. Periodically Eric would pause to bury his tongue deep in the folds of her pussy, undoubtedly enjoying the mixed tastes of her juices and his mixed together. Mesmerized, I continued to watch their couplings until finally they stumbled sluggishly into the bathroom shower stall. Looking around, I found I was alone. I wasn't sure when Fred had left. Turning off the last monitors, I was left in semi-darkness with my thoughts and still pounding heart. I'd come up on deck after watching Eric and Shannon, and watching Dustin and his mother. The sex all around overwhelmed me, confused me, and excited me all at the same time. The main deck had been strangely quiet, greeted only by the hiss of cool filtered air pumped from below by the yacht's air conditioning. Stepping through a side door onto the narrow deck leading forward to the pilothouse and foredeck, the more familiar sounds of the evening greeted my ears. The muted scent of the Hudson River reached out to my nose while I looked over the railing at the brown green water. Across the river, bright arc lights lit the Academy grounds giving it an austere and metallic halo. I could hear the shrill sounds of a whistle floating over the water from a late night soccer or rugby game at Clinton field. I turned to continue forward when the sounds of grunting and slapping flesh came from the pilothouse a few feet in front of me. Irresistibly drawn, I looked through the open doorway. There, bathed in the glow of two video monitors, I saw Fred, the head of a multinational company far bigger than mine, standing dressed in a long blue bathrobe fucking what could only be his youngest son, Nathan. The boy was pushed low in the captains chair, swiveled around so the Nathan's ass faced to the stern, his thin legs pushed back to dangle wildly over the arm rests of the chair. Laboring over the young boy, sweat formed on his father's brow, dripping periodically onto the folded up child. A flash of thick cock sinking deep between narrow buttocks greeted me as the bathrobe swished in the air with each thrust of the father's hips. Entranced, I watched. Fred's eyes would flit back and forth from the boy whimpering beneath him to the screens built into the control panel before him. Knowing Fred, I expected one screen was of Eric fucking his daughter, the other his wife and elder son's lusty coupling. Both of Fred's hands lay on his son's shoulders, leaving only to grab the boy's hips and pull his young ass back over the edge of the seat, then to push the young legs back even further. The boy's white knuckled fingers desperately tried to hold onto the arm rest, the violent pounding of man cock in his ass shaking his body. Still I watched, small feet bobbing wildly in the air with each thrust of his dad's cock, toes clenching and curling. Fred finally glanced over at me. Rather than being startled, he grinned at me and shrugged out of his bathrobe to stand naked in front of me with his son, never missing a stroke. "God, is his ass tight! Not bad for a nine year old - taking nine inches of hard cock in his ass,' he said. "Now that I've got him opened up enough to take a cock, he'll be a real asset in dealing with them Arabs." Shocked into silence, I stood there immobile. "It's taken me almost six weeks of work with a dildo and a butt plug to open him up enough, " Fred continued while pausing only to pull his slick cock all the way from Nathan's rectum before punching it back into the boy full stroke. "Hell, it took me almost that long to get my wife to go along with it. Nate is the baby you know." As shudders overtook his heaving body, Fred pulled his cock from his son's ass and began to stroke, finishing off what the hot wetness of his boy's ass had begun. Moments later, long ivory strings of cum squirted from the pulsing purple crown of his fat cock to land across Nathan's face. "Open up Nate, I wanna see you take my cum!" his father said. Dutifully, Nate opened his mouth just in time to receive the last shot of his dad's cum on his tongue. Still shaking with the intensity of orgasm, Fred pushed his still hard cock down towards the loose folds of Nathan's ass. After missing once, Fred's fat cock found its target and pushed back inside the boy's body, Nate's brow creasing while his body fought to allow the invader reentry. After panting for a moment, Fred stood upright, pulled his softening but still impressive cock from Nathan's tender ass, and quickly covered himself again in the deep satin folds of his bathrobe. Exhausted, Nathan lay there, nearly bent in half, in the captain's chair, emotionless face streaked with cum, lower lip a rich red color made alive by the wetness of his father's cum. Even in the dim light, I could see the boy's slick thighs and the dark center of his tender hole. I had seen streaks of red on his father's cock. "Want to have a go at him?" Fred asked. "No, no thanks," I mumbled. The scent of sex and musk from the boy's ass rolled out of the pilothouse to surround me on the deck. Swatting Nathan on the ass, his father said, "Go on, get out of here boy. Mister Rheinhard and I need to talk business." Slowly, stiffly, Nathan extracted himself from the chair and jumped down tenderly, bare feet slapping against the smooth wooden floor, with eyes downcast the boy, naked and walking slightly bowlegged, slowly moved down the interior hatch to below decks. As he left us, I could see traces of cum starting to leak from between the boy's reddened ass cheeks. Perhaps this wasn't his first fuck of the night. "That kid is gonna earn us several million bucks!" Fred said picking up a drink from a shelf behind him. "Your boy is doing pretty good himself. I didn't think the twink had it in him, but my daughter is sure enjoying what she's getting," gesturing to a video monitor. Briefly I again saw Eric's ass methodically pumping his cock into the folds of Shannon's hairless pussy, apparently recharged after their earlier shower together. We ended up on the foredeck, Fred talking of grand plans, hands gesticulating wildly in the air. My mind was elsewhere. The blank look in Nathan's eyes as he took his merciless fucking silently and without pleasure shook me, that and the sure knowledge that it would continue in even less attractive ways. Even worse was the thought that I was no different, after all hadn't I benefited from the Eric spending the night with the Sultan? But that was different! I didn't force or coerce Eric, he'd made his own choice. But still! Finally our conversation died, Fred stumbled off half drunk to see what his wife was doing below. Alone on the bow, I could feel the river gently surge against the hull, slowly rocking the yacht as if to demand attention. One hand on the bow running light, split red and green light seeping out from under my fingers, I stood alone listening to my inner voices while staring down at the dark waters. Somehow, try as I might, I couldn't project a happy life for Nathan. That thought alone was enough to plague me, demanding to know my responsibilities in the matter, demanding to know if Eric was any different. Finally, I returned to our cabin to find Eric asleep atop the bed, naked, arms folded beneath his slowly rising chest, firm buttocks cresting the long line of his leg, one tender foot folded over the other. Standing there silently, I wondered how he liked being with Shannon, wondered if he'd found something new in his life. I couldn't wait to be off this ship tomorrow morning. So close to a place that for 30 years felt like home, yet so far away from the meaning of it all. Undressing in the scant moonlight filtering through the portholes, I covered Eric's sleeping form with a blanket and slipped into bed beside him. Fortunately sleep came quickly, seemingly just after I lay back from kissing Eric gently between the shoulder blades. I greeted the Hudson dawn on the fly bridge. From this height above the water I could see the curling wisps of fog skimming the surface of the torpid river. To the east, dark tree covered mountains competed to receive the early morning rays of the sun just peeking over the western hills. Mostly my attention was riveted on the west bank. From my river view I could look onto the vast gray expanse of stone I knew to be Thayer hall, an academic building seeming built into the side of the granite mountain. Far above, the Cadet Chapel stood in gothic solitude, alone on an upper level, save the stadium I knew to be hidden from view. My roaming eyes caught the sunlight twinkling from the glass façade of the old officer's club. The sound of a single cannon shot and reveille brought me to my feet, old training and respect emerging, the image of the colors being raised etched in my mind from so many years ago. While the yacht gently rocked beneath my feet, I thought of the words etched in stone around MacArthur's statue: "Duty, Honor, Country. Those three hallowed words reverently dictate what you ought to be, what you can be, what you will be..." How had I gotten to be with a man who would prostitute his own children for gain? How had I come to find myself loving a boy, now a young man? Colonel Don Gross had run the Academy's English department for the last 5 years, however he'd been at the Academy for nearly 15 years. Only the first years of his career had been spent with soldiers. His son Paul, now a cadet, had grown up here living in old but splendid government quarters that spoke of the age and influence of the academy. I didn't know Don when we were both cadets so many years ago. He was two years behind me and in a different regiment in the Corps of Cadets. I expect our paths never would have met had he not been a friend and classmate of Eric's father. Now he provided me with an opportunity to expose Eric to ideas I once, and still, held dear. An opportunity to revisit the place that powerfully shaped and influenced my adult identity; as soldier, leader, and even homosexual. With Eric in Paul's hands and Don at work, I was free to wonder the grounds of the Academy. Massive gray granite buildings, cadet barracks and academic buildings alike, each with ornate carved stone details subtly worked into the looming structures. Heavy, oversized varnished oak doors added to the feeling of sheer presence. Seeing young cadet faces, many not looking any older than Eric, I wondered what I looked like back in the "Old Corps" of yesteryear, dressed in virtually the same traditional uniforms still being worn. I smiled to be called "Sir" by a passing cadet, old grads weren't hard to pick out from the tourists and I had retired a Colonel. I smiled again upon realizing that the gray uniform pants still showed off a bubble butt quite well. How many tailors in the cadet uniform shop were gay? "It'a fitta fine!" was a common expression among the older Italian gentlemen that worked as tailors in the basement of the old mess hall when their hands danced over our bodies expertly fitting each element of the wool uniform to our young bodies. I found myself standing in the middle of a sidewalk that cut across the broad parade field, directly in front of the towering statue of General George Washington on a stallion. In front of me, cadets, all dressed in a common uniform, returned from class and formed up in company sized units for movement into the cavernous mess hall. The entire Third Regiment, one of four that makes up the Corps of Cadets, quickly coalesced into an organized being. Looking at the near 1000 cadets, I couldn't help but wonder how many of them were gay, like I was when I stood there as a member of the same regiment. 10? 30? 100 even? Hard to believe an institution so quietly but fundamentally against homosexuality could attract gay men and women. Perhaps it was even society's lack of acceptance that drove gays here, desperate to give their life meaning in a world that otherwise rejected them. So many. I walked away from the sounds of the drummer beating out a cadence for the cadets marching to lunch and found myself looking up into the weathered bronze visage of Douglas MacArthur, an American Caesar, a man of tragedy and triumph. The man that was my hero. On the low stone wall surrounding the base of his statue were the words to one of his speeches that had become the foundation of my military outlook and beliefs. Silently I reread those words again. The same words I'd had memorized for nearly 30 years. Words to lead a soldier, words to guide a nation. Standing there, I thought about all the soldiers I'd known and served with. Some never left the battlefield where they fell. Their service an honorable act. A short walk later, I was in the upper gallery behind the spectator seats of Crandall pool, part of the Academy's Cadet gymnasium. Faded pictures of a few of my classmates hung on the walls amidst a flood of unfamiliar, yet nearly timeless faces. Stepping out into the stands, I looked down at the empty olympic sized pool, bright light glimmering off the tiny ripples in the water. So many times I'd come to enjoy the scenery. I could hardly believe my luck when I discovered I could come watch a swim meet and have the government provide me with dozens of handsome young men, all in fine shape, dressed only in tight Speedo's. All ranges of body types and ethnic backgrounds paraded in front of me, chests heaving, faces flush, nipples erect from the exertion of their race. I still enjoyed watching Eric's high school team, although now he provided a special incentive to pay attention. Eric's tired mind replayed part of the day's events. He'd met Paul at the admissions building, who then brought him onto the inner workings of the Corps of Cadets. All day, Eric had done what any cadet did; classes, lunch formation followed by lunch in the cavernous mess hall, more classes, parade practice, dinner, an evening lecture. Finally Eric collapsed onto his bunk to read a book while Paul worked on homework. After dozing a bit, Eric woke to find himself still dressed. Looking down at his watch to see 1 A.M., Eric stood up and asked, "There a shower around I can use Paul?" "Sure, across the hall, first door on your right. In the can, all the way in the back past the lockers," Paul replied, looking up from a textbook. "Thanks," Eric said standing and gathering his gear. In the hallway, all seemed quiet as Eric made his way to the latrine. Inside he quickly undressed and entered the shower room. After cleaning up, Eric stood, eyes closed, letting the warm water flood over his tired body. Suddenly Eric realized he wasn't alone in the shower. Looking up, Eric turned to see Paul watching him intently from across the small shower enclosure, maybe 5 feet away. An uncharacteristic blush flashed across Eric's face, all too aware of his naked body. Glancing down, at his semi hard cock, he saw this thin, trimmed bush above his hairless sack. Eric wondered if Paul had noticed his ass when he'd bent over to wash his legs, an ass that clearly had the indentation of one fucked many times, an ass that was also totally devoid of hair. Tension filled Eric's mind, suddenly knowing the fear discovery, something he'd not experienced in several years. Tentatively, Eric looked back at Paul, who was still watching him while idly soaping his chest. Paul smiled, seeing that Eric was watching him. Paul felt sure the boy was like him, smooth shapely body that had been obviously shaved in places, and that ass! Fucking hot! Paul could feel his own cock steadily going hard. Damn good thing no one ever showered at this time of night. He'd be busted big time if some plebe came in to see him, the upper class company commander, with his cock hard as a rock watching some visitor kid. Let's see what he does when I soap up my cock. Eric was surprised and excited all at the same time. Here in the bowels of the military academy, he was showering with a cadet, the son of a Colonel no less, who was giving him a show. Eric leaned back into the shower spray, hands back against the cool blue tile walls, hips slightly forward while watching Paul soap his hard cock. Soaping wasn't a good description of what the man was doing. Hell, he was jacking off! In a flash, Eric turned about and twisted the shower controls off. Turning, he could see a horrified, almost desperate look on Paul's face. But instead of walking out of the shower room, Eric moved to the showerhead immediately next to Paul back in the corner out of sight from the entrance. Ducking back under the scalding spray, Eric turned to Paul, smiled, and began to palm his own bobbing cock. The devil in Eric wanted to see how far this stud would go. Clearly they had some of the same ideas about life and sex. Easing toward the handsome man next to him, Eric emerged from the spray of his shower and stepped into Paul's. "Let me wash your back?" Eric asked quietly, leaning close to the older boy's ear. Only a desperate nod returned. Eric soaped and massaged the wide muscular shoulders and back, working each firm curve first gently and then with increasing strength. From neck down to Paul's lower back Eric worked over the course of a few minutes. Finally pausing at Paul's hard hairy buttocks. Slowly Eric went to his knees, looking up as Paul turned his head to see him kneel down. Gently Eric kneaded both glutes, his thumbs pointed inward, sliding through Paul's furrow from the open top through the heat to graze his anus and end at the base of Paul's cock. How many times had a scene like this been repeated in the history of the academy Eric wondered? Blinking his eyes clear of water, Eric smiled to see Paul had taken destiny into his own hands and turned around to face Eric. A mere inch away from his lips, Paul's thick but short circumcised cock jutted out from a matted mass of wet, black pubic hair. Paul's fingers ran through the short cut stubble of Eric's hair. Christ, Paul thought, this kid is like any of our plebes, and I'm about to get a blowjob from him. At that instant, Eric's tongue touched the hard tip of Paul's cock. For an instant, water cascaded down Paul's body to run the length of his rigid cock, and fountain off the tip and into Eric's open mouth. Then Eric completed the act, welcoming the hard cock into the back of his mouth while his tongue danced around the shaft. Twisting his head, Eric pumped the thick shaft in and out quickly, his knees pressed into the hard tile floor, his wits strained by the very real chance of discovery. Paul reached down to hold Eric's head gently in his hands while his hips thrust into the younger boy's face. Oh god, this is good, so fucking good, Paul thought to himself. Please lord, let me cum before someone comes in! Just as Eric felt the cock in his mouth begin to pulse out its seed, he heard the steel bathroom door slam open. Nearly choking on the small amount of cum in his mouth, Eric pulled away desperately, trying to stand and face the wall, praying his own erection would melt away before the intruder noticed. Eric's eyes flashed to the left to see Paul's hands wrap around his cock, apparently pretending to wash it as he went through the final throes of ejaculation. Fortunately for both involved, the flush of a urinal confirmed a delay. Moments later both boys scrambled from the shower area, towels judiciously wrapped around their waists, almost crashing into another cadet entering the shower room. "Hey Ted, you're up late," Paul said, more surprised than his friend would ever know. "Freaking design project for my Aero class. Kicking my ass. When does your roomie come back from trip section anyway?" this new cadet asked Paul while Eric dressed as fast as he could into a pair of loose sweats. "Sean comes back tomorrow," Paul replied watching Eric dart out of the latrine towards their room. "Who's the kid anyway?" "That's Eric. He's staying with me while Sean's away. His old man and mine were classmates," said Paul as his friend went into the shower they'd just vacated. The last vestiges of Paul's semen lay in the watery puddles of the shower room floor. Back in Paul's room, Eric stared out the window looking out over the Hudson. Below, he thought, was where the El Dorado was anchored. Hard to believe only last night he was with Shannon. Eric only glanced back when he heard the door open and Paul entered quietly. "I'm sorry, Paul." "Sorry for what?" Paul asked back. "Nothing happened that I didn't let happen. May be a gross lack of judgement on my part for it happening in the shower, but..." Paul walked up to stand beside Eric, touching in fact, both peering out the window into the clear, silent night. "Thanks. Something I don't get to enjoy everyday." Eric flashed a quick smile looked back out at the stars shining from an inky night sky. Ten minutes later both young men were in their racks and fast approaching sleep the excitement behind them. After dinner that night, Don and I settled into deep wicker lounge chairs on his porch. Although the mountains behind the house to the west blocked any real sunset, we could still see the changing colors on the hills facing us on the far bank of the river. After a few minutes of idle talk, Don began to rail about the problems of the Army. After he'd gone on about how the damn queers and women would be the ruin of everything noble and aggressive in the military, I couldn't help but wonder how out of touch he was with "his army." The same Army he hadn't really been a part of for the last 15 years while growing fat and living the soft life as a permanent academy professor, secure in what was essentially academic tenure. I thought of Eric, wondered what he was doing and whether he was having any fun. I wondered how out of touch I was. Out of touch with what was good for Eric. Sitting there on the porch, lit by the faint lights of tiny white Christmas tree lights strung around the ceiling to sparkle like stars, we drank expensive Irish whiskey while outside crickets buzzed in the night. Finally our talked turned to shared memories of the man that was Eric's father, and the dreams he had for his son. As darkness closed in on us, the image of young Nathan's naked body pressed into the white leather of the elevated captain's chair danced through my mind, damning me by implication. It was late the next afternoon when I met Eric outside Building 606, the admissions building. So many memories of this place filled my mind. I could only hope that Eric would have a few of this place. I knew his father had once wished his son would follow in his footsteps to become first a cadet and then an Army officer. I also knew I would not pressure Eric to make those choices, although I would be proud if he did. Eric and I had eaten lunch with Colonel Gross in the old West Point Officer's Club. An opportunity for Eric to hear two old men tell war stories about their exploits, some real, some imagined, but more importantly to hear stories about his father, a good man and a good soldier. I waved to Eric as he approached, watching him look about, gathering in all the bustle around him. "Hey Dad," he called out, jogging the last few steps before pitching his duffel into the open trunk of the waiting car. "What do you think of this place?" I asked, stopping to look back once more at the place that used to be my home. "Pretty wild. It's nuts! Lemme tell you some of the things I've done in the last two days!" Eric replied as we both climbed into the back of the car from opposite doors. The next 20 minutes were filled with a run down on all he'd done. From drill practice on the parade ground, to English class, to standing in formation, all the discipline and order that mixed with the independence and spirit of young men and women. Throughout it all, I looked away only long enough to catch a glimpse of Thayer gate receding from view as we sped south. A phrase came to mind, "Or living or dying, to honor the Corps, and the Corps, and Corps." I would be forever marked by the place. Finally, after we'd both exhausted our conversation, Eric was looking out the window, chin resting on a hand, when he turned to me and quietly asked, "What are you going to do when I'm gone." I smiled, putting my hand on his thigh, "I hope you will never be truly gone from my life. I'm not sure what I'd do then." "I don't mean gone as in disappearing forever, I mean, like, when I go to college," his voice trailed off and he turned back to the window. I knew what else he'd left unsaid. "And after. Yes. I've thought about it a lot. You are growing up fast. You know I don't expect you to stay at home forever." The last few months had clearly shown me that Eric was growing up, physically, mentally, and socially. While we still shared a deep seated love for each other, and still shared in passionate sex, with each passing month I watched his attention to the outside world grow, toward his own interests, his own plans and his own love, Mike. "Will you find another boy?" he asked, only half glancing at me when he said it. "Eric, there can't ever be anyone like you!" I said, laughing and pulling him into my arms, both of us sliding across the slick leather seats. "Besides, I didn't find you, you were delivered to me!" I teased. The rest of the ride home was less serious, enjoying the explosion of October foliage as we sped down the parkway towards home. Still the unanswered question lingered in my mind, what would I do when Eric, while still my friend and son, was no longer my lover?