Eric's story

Chapter one: 1980’s

He was cute, not that he knew it, a scrawny lad with limp brown hair and wide rimmed glasses whom often felt like an outcast, socially awkward and labelled a nerd and a geek. Add to that his confusion over not fitting in because he felt different in other ways, ways he dared not share with anyone.

Thoughts of men had spawned every masturbatory fantasy Eric ever had, and they had deeply impregnated Eric's dreams with sensual and erotic imagery that would bring him to the brink of orgasm, and sometimes tipped him over into full ejaculation. A wet dream from which he would awake at the exact moment his dick began to spew a sticky creamy white load.

From the first moments he had ever dry humped his pillow it had been men on his mind, grinding stiff prick against the folded over pillow that was placed beneath his groin, and then sniffing the pillow after as he drifted off in to a deep satisfying sleep.

He could not recall a time when he had ever looked at a women’s body with such wonder and intrigue, but men’s bodies, those muscular, manly, sometimes hairy bodies that captivated him so completely. He felt naturally drawn, a magnetic pull he couldn’t resist or fight, and yet for a while had tried so hard to deny.

The fantasies and dreams he had were all pretty tame because Eric had to date no real life experience to call upon, no experimental moments with peers, just glimpses of men in the open plan changing rooms at the local swimming pool, his fellow classmates and sometimes teachers in the showers after PE, and the men he had stood next to at urinals and just happened to look down to get a discrete look of their cocks.

Eric’s first experience...

It was Sunday late afternoon and Eric was playing footie with friends in the park. Well actually he had been assigned to goalie, floating goalie his friends called it, which basically translated to any time there was a risk of the opposition getting the football close to the goal, which was comprised of two piles of t-shirts instead of posts, he would step aside for one of the trusted team members to stop it.

Yeah basically he was just stood in a pointless position not really partaking in the game. But it was better than being sat on the side lines just watching, but only marginally.

A lad named Simon had control of the football, a sturdy built lad with some shape to his smooth upper torso. He was the same age as Eric, lived in the same apartment block but went to a different school. He dribbled the ball expertly up the field at pace and before Eric knew it he was being nudged out the way, surplus to requirement as Simon got close and become a threat.

Simon was one of the popular lads; everyone wanted to be his friend. He wore the newest and trendiest training shoes and clothes; his hair was styled in the latest fashion, brown with highlights and a large quiff that he brushed back with his right hand as he run down the field, his athletic body glistening with dripping sweat.

He booted the ball with force, and the stand-in goalie missed it, much to Eric’s delight, a delight he tried to hide as he shouted sarcastically “bad luck Roy”. The sarcasm was lost on Roy, he was too busy nursing his ego and swearing loudly.

It quickly came time to all go their own ways, leaving Simon and Eric walking in the same direction back home through the park, Simon with his t-shirt hanging out the back of his shorts as he remained topless, showing off his upper body like a proud peacock.

“I need a piss” Simon suddenly announced as they walked through the park
“There is a toilets over by the tennis courts” Eric said as he pointed
“I aint going in there, it’s full of fucking pervs” Simon announced with a sneer
Eric knew what the term meant but wondered if it was true, and more to the point how Simon would know. But he knew better than to enquire as it would just sound suspicious.

Simon crouched down and veered off the path through a narrow gap in the hedges into the woods, and Eric followed, stooping down low and pushing thin branches aside trying not to scratch his exposed legs, and trying to avoid the tall batches of stinging nettles that would leave welts if rubbed against.

They reached a small clearing and stood side by side, and without hesitation Simon yanked the front of his white soccer shorts down, his uncut nozzle dangling on display set in a thick bush of tangled brown hair. “I think I need a piss too” Eric announced pulling his own soccer shorts down at the front to expose his own soft limp dick with extra over hanging foreskin.

Simon’s stream began to flow first, a steady stream that splashed against the dried fallen leaves, quickly followed by Eric’s golden stream that arched in front of him. Their arched streams touched, and then crossed as they turned their torsos a little and aimed them purposefully, and when Eric glanced up he couldn’t help but notice where Simon’s gaze was curiously fixed.

With streams uncrossed they tensed muscles in order to see who could piss higher, aiming their soft dicks upwards between thumb and forefinger as spray forcefully emitted from foreskin slots.

Both flows eventually tapered to a drizzle, and then droplets were shaken free and dislodged with shakes and tugs, but even when the last drips were spent a round of sporadic tugs continued, both of them doing it, but neither commenting on it as they stood side by side, slightly angled towards one another.

Eric wasn’t sure what this was leading to. All he knew was that his dick was reacting and growing at the sight of Simon’s dick being handled, and that Simon’s dick was reacting similarly. They had similar size dicks, Simon’s with a little less foreskin, the shaft swelling before Eric’s eyes, with each tug becoming firmer and protruding further away from his body.

They continued in silence, the tugs becoming fluid strokes that had somewhere along the way become synchronised as they analysed one another closely, neither of them daring to speak, but both clearly curious by witnessing one another as they become fully erect. Simon’s rosy coloured dick head blossomed fully as thick foreskin rolled back over gland, and a single dew drop appeared at the piss slit, and Eric watched in awe.

For a moment Eric thought he could smell Simon’s musky arousal, a similar sweet musky scent that clung to his pillow case after he had humped it. They continued, each fully engrossed in watching one another stroke as they let out the faintest of groans and whimpers of excitement, an excitement that began to build as the pace of their strokes become equally rushed, their bodies tensing as they huffed and puffed.

A crunching of leaves made the pair hurriedly pull up their shorts, and flustered they looked up to see a silver haired man in his fifties leering at them through a gap in the trees, his tongue poking out between pursed lips, his right hand shuffling around deep in the pocket of his brown corduroy trousers.

“Fucking dirty pervert!” Simon shouted angrily as he pushed his palm down on his tented shorts. The man turned and scuttled off in the direction he had so quietly crept from whilst the lads had been so consumed in their deed.

“Dirty fuckers are everywhere around here I swear” Simon said, his cheeks reddened with rage, or sheer embarrassment. Eric was not sure which but it was conceivably a mixture of both.

“Let’s fucking get back to the main path” Simon said as he walked at pace, left palm still pressed upon his bulge as he pushed the branches out of the way heatedly, Eric following closely behind raising his hands to catch the slim branches that whipped back his direction, and then catching his bare legs on the stinging nettles that he had managed to avoid earlier. If Simon heard his cry of agony he didn’t turn around, he continued steaming ahead.

Simon began to talk about music artists and albums as they walked back on the main path, his only acknowledgment was fifteen minutes later just as they were about to part ways on the second floor of the apartment stairwell where Simon lived, and after they had exchanged a “see you later”.

“And don’t you dare fucking tell anyone about what happened right” Simon said pointing a finger right in Eric’s face, his eyes wide and terrifying
“Sure” Eric replied in a timid tone, leaning back and feeling threatened by the manner in which it was spoken, the menacing finger lingering close to his nose before the palm of the hand swiftly slapped him across the cheek
“See you later” Simon said abruptly before turning and walking off down the balcony that lead to his front door
“Yeah” Eric mumbled feeling confused over what had just occurred.

Eric of course couldn’t imagine telling anyone. Why would he, and how could he possibly explain it even if he did. But he did make notes in a sketchpad as soon as he got home and to his bedroom, drawing several detailed pictures in pencil of Simon’s face, and of Simon’s cock in its various stages from flaccid to erect, all whilst the images remained fresh in his mind. And then with the thoughts in his head Eric closed his eyes and masturbated furiously, shooting a load in record time, and then continuing on to a second load ten minutes later without a pause.

Eric’s second experience

Eric had walked through the park alone a few times, lingering outside the toilets where Simon had alleged that pervs hung out, and also slipping in to the woods and scouting around curiously, finding the occasional used condom and what looked to be crumpled up paper cum rags, but never actually seeing anyone remotely suspicious.

Darren was three years older and stood just over six feet two inches tall. He was a handsome athletic jock, and known as a bit of a rogue on the estate. He had dark blonde hair that was buzz cut very short back and sides, and wet look spiked on top.

They were more acquaintances rather than friends; they had nothing in common and would never have even talked if their fathers had not been close friends at one time, before Eric’s Dad left.

The pair where on the way back from shopping in town and they cut through by the rows of garages by the side of the housing estate. They began to follow a trail of torn out pages from dirty magazines like a trail of breadcrumbs, and it lead them behind the brick built garages to a piece of fenced off derelict scrubland.

Broken glass and bottles covered the ground like a mosaic, and brightly coloured graffiti covered the entire length of the long brick wall of the back of the garages.

The scent of stale piss hung in the air and Darren flicked through the glossy pages of a dirty magazine that they had found discarded that remained complete, looking at page upon page of tits and pussy before coming to a double spread section for reader's wives, amateur submitted pictures of nude men.

With a strange curiosity ignited they quickly moved on to a game of 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours’, spurred on by looking at and jokingly commenting on the different shapes and sizes of men's cocks on the two pages, and initiated by Darren himself because Eric would never have dared suggest it, least of all to an older jock like Darren.

Facing one another they admired one another's exposed dick and made comparisons, daring to edge in closer together as Eric giggled awkwardly, and for Eric it was already a little déjà vu of what had happened with Simon in the woods.

Eric’s dick was substantially thicker, whilst Darren's was clearly longer by at least a couple of inches. They allowed the ends of their erect dicks to nudge together playfully, Darren's drips of sticky pre cum anchoring itself to Eric's dick head and creating a single thread bridge as they pulled away.

"So are you fully fuckin ‘ard?" Darren enquired as the transparent bridge finally broke away as it was stretched to its limit.

Eric responded with a nod to affirm that he was and asked "why are you fully hard?"

"Yeah" was the brief response, followed up a moment later by "you can feel it if you don't fuckin believe me"

Darren's hand dropped away and his dick remained pointing straight upwards, which was of course proof enough of his full erection. Yet since the offer had been put out there it seemed almost rude not to, so Eric reached over and took hold, his fingers wrapping around Darren's warm slender girth, feeling it throb in response as their training shoes crunched upon the carpet of broken glass.

"Feels pretty damn hard" Eric said as he gave a little tug and squeeze, his head feeling light headed with excitement at the sensation of touching Darren’s cock. There was no objections so Eric began to stroke, slowly working up and down the long slender length that stood proud, and Eric in response give a few faint groans.

It felt amazing, playing with a stiff rod that was not his own, and belonging to a young man three years older. Feeling it's firmness as fresh blood pumped into it rapidly, freely being able to explore and examine it.

"Feels pretty good" Darren mumbled.

Eric feigned a surprised look with a furrowed brow as he remarked "really?"

"Yeah, you want me to do it to you?"

Eric pretended to sound like he wasn't all that bothered as he replied "if you wanna mate you can"

There they was between the brick built garages and a bunch of dense unkempt hedges on scrubland wanking one another, grey sweatpants and their underpants now down at their thighs as they quickly became excited. It didn't last long for either of them, the stimulation more than either one of the pair could possibly contain.

"Shit I think I am going to fucking cum mate" Darren blurted out as he huffed and puffed breathlessly

"Me too" Eric announced, his gaze remained fixated on Darren's cock, waiting to witness the older lad spew a load as Eric stroked Darren's dick rapidly.

"Oh fuckin ‘ell yeah" Darren gasped as he trembled. Eric's own breathing laboured as Darren quickly tossed him off excitedly in return.

Darren's however was a rather disappointing dribble of thick cum the consistency of mayonnaise, where as Eric's was a hefty fluid spray that splashed up against Darren's black t shirt as he give a look of utter surprise.

"Fuck does yours always explode like that?" Darren asked looking none too concerned about getting slimed with the sticky load

"Yeah" Eric gasped proudly as his body jolted, Darren's grip on Eric's dick tightened as the last few drops were drained.

There was little conversation as they walked the footpaths between the houses towards the parade of shops of the housing estate. A group of lads stood outside the newsagents smoking and drinking from cans and Eric instantly looked down at the pavement as they walked closer.

“Hey Daz” one of the lads shouted
“Hey you tosser” Darren shouted back with a laugh as he picked up his walking pace, leaving Eric behind as he approached the group of lads.

With his gaze fixated directly upon the pavement Eric walked alone, hearing the sneering sounds of “fuckin’ poof” and “bum bandit” as he walked past the group, and hearing Darren say “leave him the fuck alone cunts” which quickly silenced the remarks. Darren was clearly the alpha male of the group, and nobody dared question what he said. Darren’s Dad was in clink and that automatically give Darren that badass don’t mess with me reputation.

Just as Eric reached the end of the parade of shops he felt a hand on his shoulder and he stopped and turned to see Darren
“Listen catch you later right”
“Sure” Eric said with a half smile, looking deep into the bright green eyes and wondering if what just happened meant anything at all, and whether it would ever happen again
“I’ll drop in one night” Darren added as he looked intensely into Eric’s eyes, and then winked before turning on his heels and heading back to the group of rowdy lads.

The shout of his mothers shrill voice greeted Eric as he opened the front door of the sixth floor apartment “where the bloody ‘ell you been?”

“Out” Eric replied as his mother appeared in the hallway dressed in her work uniform, glaring at him disapprovingly as she put on her coat and picked up her handbag and then looked at her watch.

His mother held her handbag strap on her shoulder and with the index finger of her other hand pointed at Eric as she said “don’t forget to put the bins out”
“Yeah sure” Eric replied. And with a soggy wet kiss on the cheek she said goodbye as she left for her night shift.

Eric went to his room and retrieved his sketch pad and began to draw, his cock instantly awakening as he brought to life the graphic images in pencil...