Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2002 08:42:30 -0500 From: Lonnie Ford Subject: Erik the runaway Part 2 Disclaimer: The following writing is a work of fiction, from the mind of me. This will be my fourth story I have posted at "Nifty.org" and I would like to take time to thank those who have written and let me know they like my work. Also I would like to thank the fine folks at "Nifty.org" for posting my work. Anyway the following contains scenes of consensual sex between a grown man and a teenager. If you should not be reading such material blah blah blah blah. I have to make it look good don't I. Hope you enjoy my writing. Also check out in the incest section "My Steven" a 5-part story, And in the beginnings section "Jeff" and "Helping Jason" Erik the runaway Part 2 In the last chapter I came across the dirty young man called Erik in a shed by the river and took him home to get him cleaned up and found out about his past. May I take a moment to say that child abuse in any form is not nor will not be tolerated in this country. If you suspect anyone of abusing a child please interfere and call the authorities. With that said... Watching him sleep and dreaming about how good it would be to make love to him, I shot my load in my boxers just as he opened his eyez and looked at me while I was cumming. "Thank God, I hadn't taken my boxers off," I thought, but I still needed to get myself cleaned up. "Is anything wrong Erik?" I questioned looking totally embarrassed. "No, I thought I heard something." He sleepily replied. "Everything is fine, go back to sleep and I'll turn off the T V so it doesn't bother you. Erik rolled back over, and after switching off the T V I went and took a good hot shower. Afterward I found myself on the deck with a beer try to get him out of my head, or the thoughts I had of him. After what his uncle put him through, how could this work out? What I really needed to do was call the police, but I had other plans for uncle. Finishing the beer I went on to the den and lit some candles and tried to zero in on the uncle. Erik had told me the address and I would find him. Moments later I could get a good clear picture of him laying in his bed playing with his cock. Knowing I would have to be careful when casting the spell so it would not come back on me, I visualized the intent, called forth my guardian, and it was done. After a rather fitful sleep, I had decided to call the police, only to finish him off. Not the police in general, but a good friend of mine. I knew if I explained the situation to Matt he would make sure he got it good. Matt and used to party a lot and at times still do. He is also a boy-lover and we have been known to share. Matt was maybe two years older than me and a good three inches taller. At 6'3" he was a stud, stark blonde hair, moustache and goatee, and bronze skin to set it off. His eyez were that of emeralds, and his hot lips could melt through steel. After talking to Matt in length about Erik he promised to take care of things, but would give the spell a day to work. The next few days went along pretty well without much mention of his uncle or anything bad. I have managed to get to the store and buy him all sorts of clothes, shoes, and things that a young man needs. I had talked to Matt again and the uncle took off, but they were looking for him. Matt came over and talked with Erik and got all the information he could from him. Erik told us that there was nothing that he wanted from the house so we just decided to play it by ear. Matt told me to call my lawyer and try to start adoption proceedings, which I did. With no one really to contest the adoption, my lawyer said it should go through without to much hassle, but he would have to talk to Erik. Friday morning came and it was time to go talk to Tom, my lawyer. I woke up early that morning and I was nervous, to say the least. Here I was less than a week after finding Erik I was ready to become his father. Something about the boy made me fall in love with him. There was something more than magic could do. Every night I woke up while dreaming about making love to him, and just plain loving and protecting him. That particular morning with the nerves and all I had to have a drink to calm down. After I did my morning chanting, I had to do something that was not really the right thing to do, but something that had to be done. I went to the den and lit my candles, once again, this time for Erik. All day yesterday, after I told him we were going to see my lawyer today, he was sad and cried a couple of times. I called unto the spirits to protect Erik and me. >From somewhere in time I heard a voice calling to me, "Fear not my child, for we are with you and will protect you." . A light came from nowhere and took over the entire room and house. I knew then that I had nothing to worry about. Going to wake up Erik to get ready, I found him sitting up in his bed crying once again, "Erik," I said sitting beside him cradling him next to me, "What's wrong babe?" "I don't know, yesterday it was different, but today I am not scared to go see you lawyer." He began wiping a tear from his cheek. "Then why are you crying?" "I am just so happy, and say, and everything. It is like a world of emotions, I don't really know how to explain it. I just mainly feel happy." With that I hugged him tightly and left him to get ready to go. "You don't have to go." He said, and I sat and watched as he dropped his boxers to go take a shower. The feeling I had right that moment was to put him back into his bed and make love to his tiny frail body. The waves in his hair, the gleam of happiness in his eyez, the smile on his tiny pouting lips. The way his torso made a vee to his tiny waist, and his semi erect boy dick bobbing up and down told me something. I arose and went to the kitchen this time to get some coffee with a shot of bourbon. `I should not think about Erik that way' I told myself, but how could I not. I wanted him more than life itself, I wanted to hold him, love him, and taste his soul. The ride over to Tom's offing was filled with silence; I would find out later that Erik was ashamed of getting naked in front of me. When we arrived and went inside, we were greeted with the same old drab scene I had seen many times before. The office was decorated in early lived in. The furniture was drab and torn, what there was of it, the desk had seen it's better days eons ago, and even his receptionist was ancient, but she was timeless as Barbie. Tom only wanted to speak to Erik, and I was forced to sit and talk with Lilly, Lil for short. After telling Erik it would be OK and giving Tom a sneer, I sat next to the desk to talk to her. Lil was a short, wasp waisted, geriatric vixen. Her hair was always meticulous, she was always dressed to the nines, her nails were perfect with a mauve color, and her makeup was flawless. Hell, to be 75 she was still a good-looking dame with here silver hair and deep clear blue eyez. We sat and talked about flowers and receipts until Tom stuck his head out and asked me to come in. Lil finished with, "Damn I wish you weren't gay." If she only knew. Tom met me at the door with a firm handshake, as always. Sitting inside looking like a scared rabbit was Erik, in an overstuffed chair, almost lost. There was a gentle smile on his face, and that told me that the talk alone went well. Tom, a short plump man in his forties with prematurely gray hair, filled me in on what the scoop was, and Erik and me left all smiles. Later that afternoon, long after Tom was forgotten about, I could tell there was something bothering him. "OK, what's wrong? Tom said it should only take a week." I questioned. "Dan.Err. dad I'm sorry." He stammered "For what, as far as I know you haven't done anything." "Bout this morning" "What happened this morning, did you pee the bed?" I laughed. "Bout getting naked in front of you." A tear began to fall down his cheek. I wiped the tear and said, "Erik babe, there is nothing to be sorry for." I pulled him to me and hugged him. "Dad, you told me that you like boys. Don't get me wrong I wanted to be liked also." "Erik, everything you have been through, I didn't want to hurt you anymore than you have already been hurt. I do like you, I like you a lot, but I don't want to push either." "It wouldn't be pushing if I offered. That's why I got naked this morning. I want to make you happy." With a laugh, "You do make me happy without sex. Erik I do love you." With that he hugged me tighter and moved his little head to kiss me full on the lips. His tiny tongue brushed over my lips, and I opened my mouth for him. He found my tongue and our tongues wrestled. Breaking the kiss he said, "Make love to me, your soon to be son." Should I continue and do it??? To my readers: Like previously said child abuse in this country will not be tolerated. In the past I have intervened and have been able to help. Please DO NOT go around blind, it only takes one call to make a difference. For those of you out there who is into this type of man to boy relationships, and yes I am not stupid I know U R out there, PLEASE be kind. The man who had me so many years ago, another story for another day, was a savior to me. At any rate check out my other stories and let me know what U think. Luv ya all. Send comments to ford_Lonnie@hotmail.com