Eric's story

Third time’s the charm...

 Eric found it strange that he could recall that it was a Thursday that his Dad had left never to return, but he couldn’t recall the month or even the year. He thought he must have been nine or ten, possibly even eleven. The same time that Darren’s Dad had been put in prison.

He couldn’t recall how he felt at the realisation that his Dad was not returning, it was as if he had erased the emotions from his memory. But what Eric did recall rather vividly was a couple of weeks later waking up suddenly at 2am, walking in to the kitchen for a glass of milk and discovering his mom necking down tablets like candy. In a fit of rage she had ordered him back to bed, and his next memory was waking up to find his uncle and aunt in the house, his mother having been taken to hospital for a stomach pump.

There had never been a note a phone call or a letter from his Dad after that. No Christmas card or birthday card, although there were cards claiming to be from Dad for a couple of years, in his mom’s handwriting.

It was a few nights after the incident behind the garages, Eric had just finished his homework and was sat watching a soap opera on the TV when there was an unexpected knock on the door. He opened it and his heart skipped a beat as he saw Darren stood on the balcony looking more handsome then ever in a bright orange polo shirt, tight fitting blue Farah trousers and a white pair of suede puma training shoes on his feet that looked in immaculate condition.

“My Mom is having a shit fit about a cut to her benefits so I thought I would get out the house” Darren explained before asking “your mom at work?”

“Yeah” Eric replied inviting Darren in “she won’t be home until eight o’clock tomorrow morning” Eric clarified as he got a whiff of fresh aftershave as Darren walked past into the apartment.

“Lucky cunt” Darren said, his right hand adjusting the bulge at his groin as he strode down the hall and entered the living room, taking a seat on the faux leather sofa, his thighs spread ever so wide.

“How is the job hunting going?” Eric asked his gaze fixated at Darren’s crotch

“Fucking bollocks, cunts want to pay you next to fucking nuffing for shit fucking work” Darren said sounding despondent.

Eric wondered if it was possible to get any more expletives in to a single sentence

“So what you gonna do?” Eric enquired

Darren shrugged his shoulders and sneered, his hand going back to his groin and tugging at his bulge before announcing “fuck my trousers are tight”

Eric couldn’t help but look as attention was drawn back down below waist level

“I swear I have had a major erection going on all fucking day” Darren stated bluntly

“Oh right” Eric responded with a nod, still staring at Darren’s crotch

“A major stonker I tell ya” Darren added as his hand fumbled at his bulge openly, the length clearly stretched along one side towards the opening of the right side pocket.

Eric’s eyes widened and he took a deep breath in and tried to say in a casual manner as possible “you can undo your trousers if you wanna”

“Would you mind?” Darren asked, his fingers already pulling at the tab of his zipper as if he was going to do it anyway

“nah I don’t mind” Eric said trying not to sound overly eager.

Darren stood up and undone his trousers completely before pushing them down his thighs and sitting back down, his incredibly small pale blue bikini briefs stretched dramatically along one side by his stiff aching rod. He sat back and made no attempt to shield his arousal, and Tim found it impossible not to look, even though he had seen it before, unwrapped and in his hand.

The pair chatted about mundane stuff as Darren sat with his trousers at his thighs, the bulge pushing against the thin fabric as it pulsated now and again, droplets of pre cum saturating the cotton briefs creating a distinct darker damp patch at the tip.

Darren let out a loud huff and then asked “You mind if I have a fuckin wank mate, because my cock isn’t going to go down otherwise”

Again Eric made an effort to sound blasé, like it was the most normal thing in the world for someone to ask “yeah sure... No problem”. And Eric watched as Darren pulled at the narrow elastic waistband and his stiff prick bounced free, his fist gripping it as he began to slowly stroke with no sense of urgency.

“Fuck that feels better” Darren said as he looked down and admired his own erect cock held in tight fisted grip, the elastic waistband hooked behind his dangling hairy bollocks, his fist twisting from side to side as it moved at a snail’s pace, squeezing hard causing the head to engorge with blood and turn a deep crimson.

“Are you circumcised?” Eric asked curiously as he watched

“Yeah I am. Funny story really, you see my foreskin was way too tight and wouldn’t retract, couldn’t even clean behind it properly you know. So I ended up mentioning it to my uncle like”

“What did you uncle say?” Eric quickly cut in

“Oh I had to show him” Darren said in a matter of fact fashion.

Sounding somewhat shocked Eric asked “What you had to show your uncle your knob?”

There was a momentary pause before Darren added calmly with a shrug

“Yeah. So anyway once he saw how tight it was, and that it wouldn’t retract even when hard, even with plenty of soap suds on my knob, well I made an appointment at the doctors and they said I had to have my foreskin removed. Couldn’t fuckin’ wank for months afterwards I swear because of the stitches, well wasn’t supposed to wank anyway” Darren chuckled as he smirked.

Eric processed the answer whilst watching Darren stroke his long slender shaft. It probably shouldn’t have sounded erotic, and yet Eric found himself incredibly turned on by the visual image of Darren showing his uncle his dick. His uncle was a good looking man, in a rough and rugged kind of way. Big sturdy build with a shaved head and multiple tattoos, not the sort of guy you imagine inspecting anyone’s cock, let alone his nephew’s. Eric desperately wanted to pry further, but it didn’t seem appropriate, even though Darren was sat wanking in front of him at that very moment.

“Are you hard?” Darren enquired

“Yeah” Eric admitted suspecting he knew where this was going next, and keen to get there.

“So why don’t you have a wank as well, then and I won’t feel such a fucking donut sat here playing with my todger”

This was a far more private setting then behind the garages so Eric stood and pulled down his navy blue sweatpants and his underwear in one go, his already stiff six inch fat dick standing instantly to attention. As Eric went to sit down Darren commented “hey why don’t you sit next to me on the sofa”

Eric didn’t hesitate, with his sweatpants around his knees he shuffled over to the couch and plonked himself next to Darren.

“I am so jealous of your foreskin” Darren said making no issue of looking straight at Eric’s erection

“Thanks” was all Eric could say as he admired Darren’s long slim cock that bowed along the shaft. He hadn’t really got to appreciate how long or how attractive Darren’s cock was during the brief encounter behind the garages. But now in the comfortable setting with better lighting it was clear to see, and it was beautiful. Well worth sketching again later in his drawing pad.

“How did it feel when I wanked you off?” Darren asked

“Yeah alright” Eric said in a nonchalant way, even though it had been the most amazing sensation ever, and the reason he had cum so quickly

“You fancy doing it again like?” Darren asked as he loosened his grip and his hand fell away from his lengthy tool

“Could do” Eric responded playing it cool, his hand reaching over as he felt Darren’s hand nudge its way on to his shaft.

Eric sunk in to the couch and groaned as he felt the strong hand glide up and down without the need for haste, a leisurely unhurried mutual wank that had them both sighing deeply with pleasure.

“You mind if I get more comfortable?” Darren asked

Eric looked at him quizzically not understanding the question

“Get naked” Darren clarified

“I err, yeah, whatever” Eric said flustered, as if somehow being naked would make things more intimate.

Darren let go of his hold on Eric and stood up, and as he faced Eric he raised his polo shirt and exposed his amazingly muscular smooth v shaped torso, raised defined pecs and bulging biceps, his shoulders broad and strong, his stomach firm and chiselled. A trail of hair from his belly button that merged into the thick bush of pubic hair and another patch of hair adorned the centre of his chest.

Eric felt inadequate as he gazed upon the muscular body, the training shoes kicked off before he took off his Farah trousers and underpants, his thighs just as shapely and amazing as the upper portion of his manly body, a light covering of hair on his thighs adding to the masculine look.

Darren stood in just his white sports socks, whilst Eric just sat and gawped. He felt reluctant to get undressed now that he could see Darren’s form, stood like a marble Greek statue, only with a large erection poking out.

“Come on then, your turn” Darren said grabbing Eric by the hand and pulling him to his feet. Eric felt embarrassed and shy. It was one thing having his cock out, another to be naked in front of the Olympian like physique. There was no comparison and Eric’s dick began to soften and shrink, he felt intimidated and unworthy of the handsome fit young man before him.

Darren raised Eric’s t-shirt up over his torso exposing the pale body that lacked shape and definition, and then he tugged at the sweatpants pulling them and the underwear down the slim legs and off over the bare feet. Darren stood and appeared to examine Eric, a smile on his face as he looked him up and down.

“You have a very natural looking body” Darren commented, the back of his fingers brushing down Eric’s chest, a finger lingering at a nipple

“Not as good as your body” Eric said, his cock now shrivelled with embarrassment at his full exposure.

“Hibernating” Darren remarked as he crouched down and looked at the fat nozzle of wrinkled flesh that protruded above tightly pulled up testicles.

“Sorry” Eric said apologetically wishing they were stood in darkness.

Darren give a wink and a half smile before standing back up, his attention going over to the television behind them that was still turned on “ere did you see that snog last week?” Darren asked

“No” Eric lied “I don’t usually watch it” another lie

“Oh right” Darren said as he looked back at Eric “well you know the two poofs on the show”

“Yeah” Eric said knowing full well what had happened, the outrage had been all over the front pages of the tabloids

“Well they kissed. I mean it was only brief like, no tongues or anything you know” Darren explained, his stiff moist dick nudging against Eric as he edged closer

“Oh right” Eric said feeling his cock react to the feel of warm cock flesh against warm cock flesh.

Darren reached out and removed Eric’s black rimmed glasses and stood for a moment just staring at him, Darren’s facial features looking a little out of focus as Eric starred back.

“You ever kissed a bird?” Darren asked, his head tilting to one side

“Nah” Eric replied feeling stupid about admitting it

“What about a guy. You ever kissed a guy?”

Eric looked horrified by the question and answered with a stunned “no!”

“So you wouldn’t even want to just try it out just the once like” Darren commented, his cock throbbing and nudging against Eric’s now semi aroused member leaving a sticky residue.

Eric shrugged his shoulders and responded in a whisper “I suppose it would be alright to try it just once”

Darren placed his hands on Eric’s hips and Eric felt shivers down his spine as his body was pulled in closer until they pressed together, their heads tilting in opposing directions as lips became close.

Instinctively Eric closed his eyes just before their lips touched, and his first impression was how incredibly soft and gentle the sensation. Lips parted, and a moist tongue slipped inside Eric’s mouth with an explosion of taste that sent his head rushing with delight, the tongue pushing deeper as lips locked and raw hard cocks rubbed together, their naked bodies entwined in a tight embrace as Eric wrapped his weedy arms around Darren in response.

It was sheer bliss for Eric. It went above and beyond all his expectations of how intimate contact with a guy would feel. He felt giddy and overwhelmed, fearing he would awake at any moment and find it to be just a dream.

They pair continued to kiss, grinding their groins together as they hugged tightly, groaning beneath their breaths as the passion built and bodies rubbed, the masculine manly build of Darren pressed against the more boyish figure of Eric.

It was Darren that pulled away first, his eyes wide open as he gazed at Eric and maintained the strong embrace.

“You want to go in the bedroom?” Darren asked

Eric didn’t know what to expect if he said yes, but every cell in his body wanted to please and pleasure Darren, and so he nodded, his lips moving but the words not forming as his throat tightened.

The room was decorated with figurines of his childhood and movie star posters stuck to the walls with tape, mainly male movie stars, a large picture of Indiana Jones with a bull whip in hand, his shirt open exposing a portion of manly hairy flesh. Tim hadn’t understood his obsession with the men that adorned his walls, but now his obsession was on the physical naked presence in his bedroom, lay out on Eric’s bed on his back offering himself up for attention.

Eric sat astride Darren, squashing their stiff sticky wet pricks together as he lowered himself, their mouths meeting once more as Darren flung his arms around Eric and forcibly pulled him close. They kissed and kissed until Eric felt his lips begin to numb, a slobbering trail of spittle running down their chins. Eric had slid himself up Darren’s torso slightly, and Darren in return had slid down a little on the bed, and now arched cock rubbed between Eric’s butt crack, the wet head prodding occasionally against the asshole.

Of all the things Eric had found himself fantasising about, being butt fucked had never been on the list, he had never even considered it. But as he tasted the spit coated manic tongue that rammed passionately in his mouth, and felt strong hands gripping and guiding his hips, he instinctively knew that was what Darren wanted, and above all else Eric didn’t want to disappoint him, and in a way he felt obliged.

It happened fast, in a flash Eric was rolled around on to his back and his legs forcefully lifted back as he was folded like a deckchair. Eric watched feeling slightly panicked as Darren spat on his fingers and began to apply the saliva at butthole, a finger sliding inside suddenly making Eric clench tight and gasp with discomfort.

“It’s OK” Eric said, wanting to reassure Darren that he wanted it, even though he suspected it was going to hurt

A second and third round of spit landed on Darren’s palm and he used it along his slim bowed shaft before grabbing Eric by the ankles. Eric took a deep breath in as cock pushed against aperture and began to burrow inward, invading a space that had previously never been penetrated.

Eric winced, screwing up his face and clenching his teeth as he held back the agonising cries, the internal voices in his head saying “no stop, stop” kept silenced as the searing sensation built up. The achingly stiff rod buried deeper against the muscle contractions, and just when Eric thought he could take it anymore...

A long gasp was followed by a loud satisfying groan of “fuck me” as the pain give way to a deep bliss, a feeling of ecstasy washed through Eric’s body like a wave, consuming him completely in such a feeling that he couldn’t stop smiling.

Darren began to pick up pace as he gripped ankles and propelled himself in and out, bouncing against Eric’s rounded but as his rigid prick drilled the opening. Sweat dripped from Darren’s brow and his chest glistened, the aroma of testosterone heightening the level of arousal that Eric felt.

“Fuck” Darren said as he pounded faster, and all too soon for Eric he felt the warm surge of spunk filling his cavity, the gasps of Darren echoing out as his body shook and juddered

“Don’t pull out” Eric said in a panicked tone as he began to masturbate his cock rapidly, wanting to shoot whilst he and Darren were still as one.

Darren’s face took on an expression of discomfort as he held his cock in place, gripping so tight on Eric’s ankles that Eric feared the circulation to his feet would be cut off.

“Oh yeah, oh yeah” Eric gasped as he got close, rubbing against the clock as he felt Darren’s cock begin to soften

“Oh yeah” Eric groaned loudly as his load erupted and the contraction ejected the cock from hole, the fountain of spank splattering Eric’s chest, neck and face until his body become limp.

Eric felt his ankles released and he collapsed exhausted, and Darren lay at his side, the little amount of room on the single bed leaving them with no option than to snuggle up together.

When Eric awoke from a deep sleep Darren’s strong right arm was draped over him protectively, and Eric smiled, watching as Darren slept peacefully, their bodies entwined, Eric’s spunk now encrusted where it had landed. Eric looked over to the clock, 5am, he still had time before his mom returned, besides he wanted to lay here forever and just watch Darren sleeping at his side, the scent of his body filling the room.

Darren’s cock awoke about fifteen minutes before Darren awoke, Eric could feel it pressed against his thigh firmly, rubbing subconsciously before he become conscious.

“Morning cutie” Darren muttered with a broad smile, his eyes still closed

“Morning” Eric replied feeling the morning glory throb repeatedly

“That was good last night” Darren said opening one eye to see Eric gazing upon him

“It was more than good” Eric responded as he felt Darren begin to hump his leg lazily

Eric was afraid that Darren might want to shag him again, and it wasn’t that Eric didn’t want to, but he was still recovering from the night before. He knew it would be ambitious so soon after his first time. And so Eric rolled on his side and pushed Darren on to his back, and slowly Eric sunk down the bed, lowering himself until eye level with the morning wood that beckoned attention. Eric had never sucked cock before, but that was one thing he had fantasised about all the time, and with eagerness he opened his mouth wide and began, the salty flavoursome cock quickly making Eric’s cock rock solid.

Eric sat in class distracted by the previous night and that very morning. When he clenched his buttocks on the hard plastic chair he could feel the impression left behind by lengthy cock. The teacher made notes on the blackboard in chalk but Eric was in a world of his own as he drew hearts in his work book with Darren’s initials inside, wondering when he would see Darren again for a night time sleepover...