Date: Tue, 2 Jul 2013 17:46:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: fiveholepunch@comcast.net
Subject: Dominated By Eric Part Two

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Disclaimer: This three part story has mild S/M and definitely impolite
domination and abuse.  It is a fantasy, not a reality, and should be
enjoyed as such.


Part Two


I was cautious and didn't go back into the woods for several days after my
encounter with Eric at "the rock."  I hung around my apartment development
and went to the pool with my friends.  I didn't usually see Eric around our
development during the school year so I felt pretty safe; I didn't think it
likely I would accidentally come across Eric in my neighborhood.

A little more than a week had gone by and I had pretty much forgotten about
the incident at "the rock" when I unexpectedly ran into Eric. I had
bicycled over to the local 7-Eleven for a Slurpee, parking my bike
alongside the building with several others. As I was turning towards the
store, Eric walked out of the front door. I froze in my tracks.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my old friend Timmy," Eric greeted me with a
false smile.

I just stood there not saying a word. Eric walked casually towards his bike
which was parked in the group with mine. I thought he might pass me by, but
just as he neared the point closest to me, the fourteen-year-old paused.

He turned toward me and in a lowered voice said, "Meet me at `the rock'
tomorrow - same time, 10 o'clock sharp. If you're not there, I'll come
looking for you."

Eric didn't say anything more; he just got on his bike and rode off, not
even looking back.

Even though I thought about it, in the 7-Eleven immediately afterward, at
the pool for the rest of the afternoon, and in my bed that night before I
went to sleep, I knew I didn't have any choice; I had to show up at "the
rock" and meet Eric.

It was a hot and humid summer morning the next day as I made my way
reluctantly to my ordered appointment. What was Eric going to do to me? Was
he going to beat me up just for fun? Was he going to make me pull my pants
down again?


I felt sick and anxious as I went down the path through the woods towards
"the rock." I wanted to run back home and hide, but I knew I couldn't avoid
Eric for more than a day or two, he would find me. I resolved to meet my
fate whatever it was. I slowly went down the narrow path and cautiously
circled around "the rock," uncertain as to what was going happen.

Eric was there, alone, waiting for me, leaning casually against "the rock."

"Well, you're right on time. That's good, I wouldn't have wanted to go
looking for you and you wouldn't have wanted that either."

Eric was calm in his statement and straightforward with his threat.

"I'm glad you're smart enough to do what you're told. It will make it much
easier for you."

Eric stood up. I was scared. I wanted to run. I felt like I might pee my
pants.

"Wh-wh-what d-do you w-want m-m-me to do?" I stuttered.

"Come over here," Eric commanded.

He gestured with a wave of the first two fingers of his hand. I forced
myself to walk over to where the older teen was standing. Eric was sweaty
from the heat. He had small beads of perspiration clinging to the thin
hairs of his boyish mustache above his upper lip. The ends of his longish
brown hair were wet, especially near his neck.

Eric looked me in the eyes.

"Get on your knees, Timmy."

I slowly knelt down, my bare knees pressing into the sandy soil.

"Do you know what a cock is for?"

"N-no," I replied hesitantly.

I had heard the word before. I knew it was a "bad" word for penis. I knew I
wasn't supposed to use that word.

"I didn't think so.  You wouldn't would you? You goody-goody, pussy," Eric
said contemptuously.

I didn't say anything in my humiliation.

"Well, Timmy, a guy uses his cock for fucking. Do you know what fucking
is?"

Eric used the very bad word so emphatically that my lip quivered. I thought
I might cry.

"It's m-m-making b-ba-bies?"

"Yeah, that's right," Eric said with mocking congratulation.  "A guy uses
his cock to fuck a girl's pussy to make a baby. He shoots his sperm into
her cunt. Do you even know what sperm is?"

"No," I said meekly hanging my head.

I didn't know what Eric was talking about. I knew women had babies, but I
was completely ignorant about "the birds and the bees." I never even heard
of sperm.

"I'm not surprised. I bet a pussy sixth grader like you hasn't even jerked
off yet, have you?"

I didn't know how to answer. I didn't know what Eric was talking about. I
was completely innocent.

"Well, have you?"

"No."

"Well, you're in luck. I'm going to teach you what cock is for, you little
faggot. You're going to like this. You're gonna like this a lot!"

Eric stepped right up in front of me. I could see his dirty Chucks next to
my bare knees.

"Look up here, fag."

I looked up. The crotch of Eric's dirty jeans was foot in front of my
face. He reached for his belt.

"I'm going to let you see a real cock."

Eric loosed his belt, undid the top button, and began to pull the zipper of
his Levi's downward. I was stunned. Was Eric going to take his penis out in
front of me?

"You ready?"

I gulped and gave a slight nod. I couldn't believe Eric would do this. Eric
finished pulling his zipper all the way down, his jeans fell open revealing
a grayish, well-worn pair of jockey shorts. Eric tucked his thumbs under
the elastic waistband and pulled both his jockeys and his jeans down.

Time stopped. My jaw dropped. I knew what it was I was seeing, but it
didn't look like what I knew about. Immediately before me, Eric's penis
hung down more than three inches and the pinkish end was half covered in
skin. Above his penis, Eric had a small patch of black hair! There was some
of this hair on Eric's scrotum, too.  Eric's scrotum was a reddish brown
and his balls hung down below his penis.  And they were big! I just stared
trying to make sense of how Eric's penis was so different from mine.

"You like that cock, don't you?"

Eric's question brought me back to the present. "Liking" a penis never
occurred to me, but Eric's penis definitely held some sort of fascination
for me that I had no prior concept for.

"I knew you'd like it," Eric said with a self-satisfied certainty, "I'm
going to let you get real friendly with it, how about that?"

Again, I'd never had any conception of befriending another boy's penis; it
was all unknown to me. I looked up to Eric for clarification.

Eric reached down and ran his fingers into my curly hair, he took a firm
grip. What was he going to do? I didn't have to wait long for an answer to
my question.

Eric pulled my head forcefully forward into his crotch. I could feel the
slightly swollen shaft of Eric's penis press against my smooth
cheek. Eric's testicles were damp with summer sweat. A ripe, meaty odor
filled my nostrils. I groaned; half in surprised objection and half in
sheer sensation.

"That's it, you faggot, get your face right into my cock," Eric breathed
lustily as he ground his crotch into my face.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want Eric forcing my head into his
privates, but I did kind of like it somehow. As Eric rubbed his junk back
and forth across my face I could feel his penis getting longer and
stiffer. I could smell more and more of his scent. I felt flushed and
excited, my heart beat rapidly. I moaned reflexively.

"Unhh!"

"You like that cock, don't you, you faggot?" Eric asked, grasping my blonde
locks painfully.

I didn't have time to think. Did I like Eric's cock?

When I didn't answer quickly enough for the older boy, Eric jerked my hair
and demanded loudly, "Don't you?"

"Y-y-yes," I answered, still unsure.

Eric pulled my head away. He smiled.

"I'm going to let you kiss it."

I looked at him, uncomprehending.

"Go ahead, kiss it," the older teen ordered in no uncertain terms.

I looked at the stiff penis before me. A clear fluid was leaking from the
tip. It put my lips together and kissed the underside of Eric's erection.

The older boy groaned, "Ohh ...Ye-sss!"

"Do it more."

I kissed up and down several times, feeling the spongy bulge that ran up
the shaft of Eric's penis on my puckered lips.

"Kiss my balls, Timmy."

I leaned back a few inches and looked at the full sack hanging down below
Eric's hard penis for a moment or two before leaning forward and putting my
lips on the ruddy skin.

"Oh yeah!  That's it, you fag!"

I could feel the short stiffened hairs touch my lips.

"Kiss both of my nuts," came the command from above.

I went back and forth, left then right, kissing each of Eric's testicles
several times. Eric's sack seemed to contract as I did so, the skin pulling
up, taut and wrinkly. Eric's scent was incredibly strong.

At this point I happened to notice, besides my bare knees pressing
painfully into the sandy soil, that my own penis was stiff in my shorts. It
hurt, as it was trapped sticking straight out in the too-tight fabric. I
wanted to adjust it, but I was afraid lest Eric would notice.

As I knelt with my lips to the older boy's contracted scrotum I could hear
Eric groaning loudly.

"You fucking fag, you're going to ... make me bust my nut," Eric stated in
a desperate tone.

I stopped and looked up at Eric. His face was flushed red. Was I hurting
the older boy?

"I'm going to bust a nut on your face," Eric declared in an angry voice, or
what I thought then was an angry voice; he was really only inflamed with
lust seeing me on my knees before him.

I was perplexed.  I didn't know what "bust a nut" meant.

"Don't move!"

I froze. Eric grabbed his stiff penis and began jerking it rapidly up and
down right in front of my face. I could see the extra skin pulling back in
a red ring, exposing a purple, curved knob. A glistening, clear fluid ran
down from the opening at the very tip of Eric's penis.

"You want ... to see ... what sperm is?" Eric's voice was ragged, "Well,
... get ready ... you're gonna see it!"

Eric's mouth hung open; his breath came heavy between every second or third
word. He looked frenzied. I waited, for something, I didn't know what.  I
stared at the jutting rod being abused just in front of my face.

"I'm ... I'm ... going to ... uhh ... Uhhhh ..."

All of a sudden Eric shoved his hips forward. The tip of his penis swelled
and a burst of white shot out and hit me in the face. I jerked back. Eric
grabbed my hair with his free hand and held me in place.

"Unnggh!" Eric grunted through gritted teeth.

More white stuff exploded from Eric's penis. I kind of half closed my
eyes. I could feel globs land in my hair and then more hitting my face. It
started dripping down my cheeks, some landed on my shirt. Eventually, the
spurting stopped. Eric let go of my hair and took a step or two back.

"Fuck!"

Eric was panting, sweat dripped from his face and arms. The purple head of
his penis was messy and the ring of skin below it looked red and raw. Eric
pulled up on his organ and another pearly white drop leaked from the
tip. Eric took this drop on the edge of his index finger and flung it to
the ground along with most of the dripping fluid that ran down his
knuckles. This accomplished, Eric looked up, his attention drawn to my
bespattered face as I knelt before him. He smiled.

"You can wipe my jizz off your face now," Eric said with contemptuous
amusement and then added sarcastically, "... if you want."

I wiped my cheeks and then reached up to grab a glob with my fingers that
hung pendulously from my curly locks. I became conscious of the distinctive
odor of freshly ejaculated semen for the first time.

"Take a good look at it."

I considered the smeared, runny discharge on my fingers and then looked to
the older boy uncertainly.

"That's jizz from my balls."

I was dumbfounded trying to make sense of it all.

Eric spoke again, "Go ahead, taste it."

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me, I said taste it. Lick it ... with your tongue."

Eric gave a malevolent smile. I knew I had to do what he ordered.  I
brought my gooey fingers towards my lips. I stuck my tongue out and touched
it to the runny liquid.

"That's it, Timmy. Don't be shy," Eric encouraged sarcastically, "give it a
good lick."

I did what I was told and licked Eric's semen. It had a slightly salty
taste and its texture was like warm tapioca pudding.

"Lick that cream, fag."

I gave another tentative lick or two. Eric snorted derisively.

"You better get used to licking up my jizz.  You're going to be doing a lot
of it from now on."

I watched as Eric rolled his reddened skin over his glistening glans. Then,
pulling his underwear up, he tucked away his now drooping penis and
testicles. I knelt and waited in obeisance as he buckled his jeans.  When
Eric had finished, he gave a perfunctory goodbye.

"Don't follow me out of here. Later, pussy."

Eric walked off around "the rock" and left me still kneeling in the dirt.

I was so stunned and bewildered at what had transpired that it took me what
seemed like forever to gather myself together. What had just happened?
Eric had shown me his privates and his penis got stiff and he rubbed it
really fast and that white stuff had shot out.  I could still smell it.  I
also could still smell the smell of Eric's privates.  I didn't quite
understand why, but I kind of liked it; it smelled dirty and good at the
same time.

As I got my feet, I felt my hard boyhood pressing painfully into the front
of my scout shorts. I took a few awkward and uncomfortable steps to hide
myself behind "the rock" in order to fix the problem. I was worried that
someone might see me with a stiffy. I had to unbutton the top of my shorts
and unzip my zipper to reach into my underwear to reposition my penis. I
felt something akin to electricity as my fingers touched my tight, hairless
scrotum in the sweat-dampened cotton pouch; the sensitive raised rim of my
glans tingled in my fingertips as I pulled it upright.  I allowed myself to
hold it longer than I would have normally thinking of what Eric had done to
his erect penis.  What would happen if I did that to mine?  I knew I
shouldn't try that here, someone might come by at any time and see me;
maybe I could try it later at home where I could be alone in my room.  I
quickly zipped and buttoned up.

I knew I still had some of Eric's "stuff" on my face and in my hair (there
was also some on my shirt, but it dried by the time I left the woods).  I
decided to go down to the stream to wash my hands and face. I couldn't help
but be conscious of my stiff penis as I made my way through the woods to
the stream, it felt good as it rubbed back and forth in the damp cotton of
my undershorts.

Later that afternoon, in my bedroom, I thought back over everything that
had happened at "the rock." Eric was mean to me, I didn't like that. But,
it excited me that I saw his penis. I wondered about the skin that Eric had
and the hair. Would I get hair down there, too? And there was Eric's "jizz"
as he called it. It came out of his penis, but it wasn't like pee. Eric
made me taste it. I wasn't so sure about that. But, for some reason, I
don't know why, I kind of liked it when Eric rubbed my face in his
privates. I know I shouldn't have liked it, but I did. Especially Eric's
smell; I know it was "dirty," but it smelled good somehow.

It made me excited to think about these things. I took my shorts and
underwear down. My penis had gotten stiff thinking about what happened that
morning at "the rock" and thinking about seeing Eric's penis and kissing
his privates. I played with myself standing before the mirror atop my
bedroom dresser. It felt good. I kinda wanted to do that stuff with Eric
again.

End of Part Two

Coming in Part Three:

"I've got something else in mind for you today," Eric informed me with a
malicious smile.

"Bend over."


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