Eric's story

Coming out... Moving in...

 As coming out goes it didn’t go terribly well. Eric was still stewing over Darren three weeks after their last night together, and the now regular nocturnal visits to park had done nothing to lessen the feel of loss and pain, and his mother had been nothing if not persistent in her questioning.

“What the hell is wrong Eric? Why won’t you just tell me, I am your mother”

Eric gave a big fed up huff and blurted out “I am gay alright mom”

There was a stunned silence, followed by a remark Eric had not expected hearing after finally announcing he was gay “what will the neighbours say?”

Eric just stared at his mother aghast.

Was that all she was worried about?

Apparently it was not just the neighbours she was concerned about “what is the family going to think? Are you sure it is not just a phase?”

With the sound of frustration clear in his voice Eric responded “It is not a phase mom. I had a boyfriend, well kind of had a boyfriend, and it is complicated, and we broke up a couple of weeks ago”

After a horrified look at hearing the word boyfriend from her son, in a panicked voice she said “Aids... Oh my god you are going to get Aids and die. I blame your Dad”

“Don’t be so dramatic mom. And why in the hell is Dad to blame”

“I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to hear any more, just keep it to yourself and don’t tell anyone” his mother said through tears as she turned to walk away, and then added “I knew I should have put you in a home”

Eric shook his head. He couldn’t recall how many times his mother had threatened to put him in a home, but he was too old for that threat to work anymore.

“Mom I am gay. There is nothing wrong with that and I will not hide it or deny it” Eric said loudly and defiantly causing his mother to swing around, her finger on her lips and tears flowing from her eyes as she responded “shhh the neighbours will hear you”

Eric shook his head and huffed as he felt himself tearing up.

“If you are going to be gay then you will have to move out, I am not having you... well you know, not in my house. That is final”

Eric looked at his mother wide eyed “you are kicking me out? I am sixteen years old and you are kicking me out on the street”

The heated response took Eric by surprise as his mother screamed in a shrill voice “get the fuck out of my house”.

Eric managed to pack a few things in a couple of bags before leaving the apartment and walking down the stairwell, wondering to himself if this was the last time he would be walking down these stairs in this tower block. Inside the bright red phone box with its multitude of stickers advertising massage with happy endings, French polishing and expert maid services, Eric dialled the number on the piece of crumpled paper, rotating the dial clockwise with his finger inside the hole of each number, until he heard the phone connect and begin to ring.

“Hello Mr Powell speaking”

Eric paused as he collected his thoughts and tried not to burst in to tears

“Hello?” Mr Powell repeated

“It is me Sir, Eric” Eric said as he managed to compose himself

“Eric. What is it? What is wrong?”

 Eric waited outside the phone box clutching at his bags and watched as cars passed on the busy road, his vision blurred from the tears in his eyes. Eventually a red escort slowed down and pulled over, the passenger door swinging open

“Are you alright?” Mr Powell said sympathetically as Eric shut the door and put his seatbelt on “Of course you are not okay, that was a stupid question, sorry” Mr Powell added as he rested his hand on Eric’s leg momentarily. “Let’s get you home”.

 Eric stared out the passenger window and at the heavy rain drops that began to hit against it, and pondered on the word “home”. It seemed meaningless to him at the present time.

Eighteen months later...

How much life had changed in the period of just eighteen months. Eric felt happy and content, more than he felt was ever imaginable. He loved to wake up beside Mr Powell in the large firm king size bed, the smell of Mr Powell’s skin and the feel of his thick hairy chest against cheek as Eric nuzzled against him, sniffing his body as Mr Powell slowly woke up, Eric’s hand already on the stiff member that was always up and erect before Mr Powell had awakened.

“You horny again are you?” Mr Powell asked through a yawn as he raised his hips, arching his back as he stretched at the feel of the tight grip on hard man tool. Eric grinned and began the journey down beneath the bed sheets, a palm on the top of his head coaxing him to hurry as Eric felt the gooey leakage of pre cum dribble over fingers.

A salty hit welcomed Eric’s tongue as he engulfed hard cock and pulled at smoothly shaved balls, the foreskin still wrapped around head and creating another element Eric liked to explore as tongue slid within the fleshy envelope and against leaking piss slit. Mr Powell loved his nuts tugged and played with while being sucked off, and he liked other things too. His butthole teased and fingered, rimmed until Eric felt his tongue and lips go numb.

It was sheer bliss, having sex in the morning without being worried about his mom getting home from work or anyone interrupting. The bedroom at the new house felt just as much his as it was Mr Powell’s, and Eric lowered himself beneath the low hanging nut sack as legs were promptly raised and sheets tugged away, knees bent, and asshole offered up for breakfast.

 Eric had become quite the expert rimmer, driving his tongue in at depth, and then pulling away, lapping up the crack with the flat of his tongue, and then blowing gently against the quivering aperture as Mr Powell groaned and growled expectantly, awaiting the moment the moist tongue would delve back in for more. Eric loved those deep guttural growls, the ones that confirmed that he was providing the utmost of pleasure, like the ones he heard now grow in depth as he began to push his tongue back in fleshy pink slot.

 Sex happened every morning, usually twice consecutively, and a few times every day, but of course there were times Mr Powell would act more like his father as he nagged him to get in contact with his mother, and nagged him to do his fair share of chores around the house.

 The shower cubicle was barley large enough for the two of them but still they always managed to squeeze in for the ritual after morning fuck shower together, soaping one another thoroughly and playfully, laughing and chuckling, Eric still captivated by seeing the wet hairy chest of the older man, which culminated in Eric getting horny and the pair having sex again.

“You are going to make us... uh, oh, uh, late for work” Mr Powell remarked as Eric joyfully sucked on smooth nuts, getting one at a time in his mouth like gob stoppers and pulling gently down to hear the rewarding groan, Mr Powell’s cock remarkably hard even though he had shot moments earlier.

 Eric had learnt that he reloaded quickly, Mr Powell would often remain erect after the first ejaculation of the day, and it never took much to coax him into more sexual activity. Eric of course was still of an age where getting hard was as easier as clicking your fingers, up and ready at the drop of a hat or a change in wind direction, and that suited Mr Powell’s high sex drive, even if he did occasionally complain that Eric would eventually wear him out.

 Mr Powell slammed the palms of his hands against the glass shower screen, and Eric shoved his soapy cock up his rear, whispering teasingly in Mr Powell’s ear “don’t worry sir, we won’t be late”

“Don’t fucking call me... ah uh oh my god you are getting too good at this”

 A slap against wet arse cheeks echoed out as Eric pounded beneath the flow of hot water, feeling the surge of a second load that he was determined to shoot before work. He reached around and grabbed at Mr Powell’s stiff prick, tugging on it with a firm grip as he ground in and out with forceful thrusts.

“I am going to cum!” Mr Powell eventually whimpered loudly

“Wait a moment sir”

“I said don’t call me... shit, fuck, oh bollocks”

Eric felt the telltale pulsations of a load being fired, and simultaneously Eric felt his load released against clenching ass muscles and clenching butt cheeks.

Another firm slap against muscular rump and Eric pulled free “thanks sir”

“Will you give it a rest” Mr Powell said turning around as he caught his breath “I am not a teacher anymore, and you are no longer at school”

Eric chuckled and give a cheeky smile, and Mr Powell leaned in and kissed him on the lips “you rascal, I love you, you little bugger”

Ah yes love, to hear the words said out loud was so wonderful, almost as wonderful as saying them aloud to Mr Powell, or Matt as he preferred to be called. “I love you” Eric said with a big smug grin, before adding “Sir!”

Far from the overcrowded built up tower blocks of the dreary deprived south London estate, to the leafy parts of west London, streets of houses with front and rear gardens, each well maintained and immaculately presented.

 Mr Powell, Matt that is, had given up work as a PE teacher after a sudden windfall of an inheritance, and now worked as a personal trainer, his morning and midday workout classes a big hit with the ladies, and especially the yummy mummies of the area. Eric suspected that had do with Matt’s choice of attire, a lycra vest that clung to his muscular torso, and lycra cycle shorts that only enhanced the sized of his soft cock that was packed down one side like a length of vacuum packed salami.

 Eric worked at the desk at the front of the gym and had often heard the ladies discussing Matt before and after classes, often in a rather shockingly sexual manner that seemed to contrast the well spoken well presented women of a certain class. And there was something satisfying about knowing he was the one having sex with the handsome older stud.

 Of course the pair could not be out about their relationship, Eric was eighteen and still a couple of years away from being legally able to have gay sex, so everyone was told that Eric was Matt’s nephew, and people were happy to believe it because nobody wanted to see the truth, the discreet exchanges of smiles and looks, the mouthed words ‘I love you’ when nobody was looking, and the cheeky “Uncle Matt” spoken loudly for the benefit of others always making Matt cringe and wave his finger at Eric.

The dinner party

Matt described himself as none scene. He had gone to a gay bar once and hated it, so he had built a circle of gay friends from his past that they now would get together with socially and chat, drinking wine as they relayed stories of sexual experiences at cruising grounds, cottages and the like. Bitching about celebrities and politicians and the ones they believed to be gay, screaming queens, or gagging for a bit of cock. Eric always found the conversations educational, but never dared to divulge his own experiences at the public toilets in the park.

 “So I hear Tom had a penis extension” one of the guys said loudly referring to a certain action movie celebrity

“You can have it extended?” Eric asked with a chuckle as Matt whispered in his ear “you are plenty big enough for me

“You can get anything made bigger now” came the response

“I bet they couldn’t make Tom’s ego any bigger” another guest chimed in as the word bitch reverberated around the table.

Eric didn’t understand why men that were otherwise, well for want of a better term ‘straight acting’ would sometimes use feminine phrases and camp it up.

 “There is a glory hole at Mark’s you know... Where the cafeteria is” Geoff said as steaming bowls s of cauliflower and Stilton soup was served up

“Mark’s?” another member of the group enquired with a disdainful look as he peered over the top of rectangular glasses, swirling his wine around the large glass and taking a sip before adding “sweetie I only shop at Lewis’s you know that”

Matt give Eric’s leg a rub and squeeze under the table and they exchanged a kiss and a nose rub. Eric loved the public displays of affection and wished that it was something they could do out in the real world, let their love be expressed and known by everyone. Hold hands, kiss, and say I love you aloud. But he knew that was impossible, especially with the current mood of society, the prejudice and hate whipped up by clause 28, and the fear created because of Aids.

 “What is a glory hole?” Eric enquired naively as his attention was drawn away from Matt and back to the conversation

“Oh he so innocent” Geoff said with a giggle “a hole in a partition walls between toilet cubicles... At waist height... Large enough to stuff a stiffie through... But the erection I had was a bit of a squeeze to get through I tell you”

“Fucking size queen” one of the others around the table announced in a deep voice causing lots of laughter.

 Matt put his hands over Eric’s ears and said “don’t listen to them”

“So don’t tell me you have never been in a cottage Matt” another of the group enquired with a wry smile

Eric perked up and looked at Matt inquisitively as the hands fell away from ears, and Matt blushed

“Maybe by accident” Matt stated to howls of laughter

One of the oldest of the group Clive cut in, a handsome man with silver hair and white grey beard, a well polished deep voice that made him sound like a headmaster or judge, someone of authority “Wasn’t that how we met young Mathew”

Matt shook his head and gave a coy look, kissing Eric on the forehead and whispering “don’t take any notice of them”.

Eric had wondered how Matt had made friends if he had never been into the gay scene, and for whatever reason it had never occurred to him that some of the men may have been former shags and hook ups, sexual encounters from which friendships had developed.

 After desert the group retired to the living room with liquors and Eric excused himself to use the toilet at the top of the spiral stairs. He had not shut the bathroom door, for no other reason than he wasn’t planning on being that long, just a quick piss.

 “Shift over” a deep booming voice said making Eric turn his head around quickly

“I am nearly done” Eric said, and then glanced down to see a hefty sized cock had already been hauled out of an open zipper. A thick lengthy tool that made Eric gasp just looking at it

“Oh yes, I always get that reaction when guys first see the size of my appendage” Clive stated with a wink “don’t worry, not trying to make a move on you, just need a pee pee” Clive clarified as Eric stared at the unleashed beast.

“Not that I wouldn’t want to mind you” Clive said as his golden stream began to flow “You are certainly a cutie, a catch”

“Thanks” Eric said briefly looking up to meet Clive’s gaze before his attention snapped back down to the large cock and the huge balls that now swung down

“Matt is a lucky man” Clive said with a big smile that made Eric weak at the knees, and then Clive changed the topic back to his member “you know I get trade purely based on the size of my penis, can you believe it. They look at me initially seemingly unimpressed by some old queen, then I whip it out and wham, they are on their knees”

 Eric could see why. But he also thought Clive was charming and charismatic, intelligent and witty. To Eric the attraction was not about the size of cock, and he was drawn to Clive regardless.

 But Eric already understood the shallow nature of gay men. He had heard them talk about builders, plumbers, army lads, policemen, and the like, as if there was a point scoring system based on a person’s trade and job. They would often describe the man’s cock and size of cock, his ability to fuck or get fucked, and his marital status, which often seemed to be married, and that all added and subtracted from the total point score.

 Then there were terms like chicken and muscle Mary which added points, rough and rugged more points. Never had he heard them remark on personality or character, that seemed by the by and nil point. That said he had never heard any of them brag about getting off with an accountant or solicitor either. They either wasn’t considered sexy, or didn’t command enough points worth mentioning, but Eric knew a big cock was always worth mentioning, a big cock was big points and major bragging no matter who it was attached to, that much he had learned.

 “How big are you when fully erect?” Eric asked, his curiosity getting the better of him as he admired the large member on show

“Just over ten and a half inches” Clive responded

“Jesus” Eric murmured as he wondered if it was really necessary to include the ½” on something so darn big

“My Dad was bigger. God knows how my mother managed”

Eric looked up with a quizzical look, his stream coming to an end, and yet he remained stood, steadily awakening dick in hand.

Clive chuckled before saying “let’s just say my father wasn’t shy about showing it off, but I dare say he was used to guys looking when he whipped it out at the urinals”

Eric enquired in a whisper like he feared he would be heard by anyone else “you actually saw your own Dad with an erection?”

“Oh yes” came the loud response, as if to Clive it was no big deal to admit it

“Saw him erect a few times, walking proudly around the house naked in the morning with full on wood that never really stood fully upright, just straight out at the base with a slight curve down at the shaft, like it was bowed under its own weight, and the weight of the large Portobello mushroom shaped head”.

Eric hadn’t been prepared for the full on descriptive nature that Clive provided, and Clive give a wink before asking politely “would you object if I have a touch?”

Eric looked down and realised he was sporting a full on erection at hearing Clive confess to seeing his biological Dad’s cock hard, and Eric was taken aback by the courteous request, usually stood next to someone with a stiff cock meant open season, but Clive was a gentleman through and through.

 “Sure” Eric said and watched Clive reach over and take hold gently, the large hand making his cock look smaller than it actually was.

 Eric reached over to the large member that was now impressively standing outwards, Eric’s fingers unable to wrap around the entire girth. It was huge, and aesthetically pleasing. But aesthetically pleasing doesn’t equate to practical as Eric wondered other than wanking Clive off what else could he do with something so monstrous. He doubted it would fit in his mouth, although he wouldn’t mind trying, and it certainly wouldn’t fit in his ass hole, no way no how.

  “So hearing about me seeing my Dad’s cock seemed to get you pretty darn hard” Clive remarked

 “I guess” Eric replied a little embarrassed by the fact, uncertain as to why such a tale should prove to be such a turn on

“You ever see your Dad’s cock?” Clive asked as he stroked gently on rapidly pulsating youthful rod

“My Dad left when I was young and I don’t remember much about him” Eric said feeling like he was telling a tinge of a lie, but he had certainly never seen his Dad with a full hard on. Getting out the bath and drying off, yes, but the memory was vague and had fragmented over time.

 “Sorry to hear that” Clive responded sympathetically, his hand not missing a stroke

Eric couldn’t help but admire the enormous cock as he played with it, now fully hard and firm in his grip

“Does Matt ever like you to call him Dad or Daddy?” Clive asked as he gave a gentle squeeze on shaft

Eric gasped, maybe because of the squeeze, or maybe because of the thought of calling Matt Dad, he still got turned on calling him “Mr Powell” and “Sir” during sex and wasn’t sure why. “Dad” would take it to a whole different level, he instinctively knew that.

“Well, I have been called Dad myself plenty of times” Clive said with a sweet sincere smile and a wink “in fact I can tell you Matt liked using the term rather alot, it really excited him, calling me Dad and Daddy whilst I played with his cock”

“Yes Daddy” Eric whimpered, feeling an instant rush of excitement at using the word aloud

“Oh yeah son, you like Daddy stroking your cock don’t you?”

Eric began to shudder and shake, his eyes fixated on Clive’s face as he responded through desperate gasps “yes daddy, I like ah, you stroking on ah, ah... My cock”...

 The words spoken were enough to tip Eric over the top, Clive saw it in Eric’s facial expressions and held a cupped hand out in front of cock as he continued to stroke, a thick load quickly filling the palm of hand as Clive continued to speak “yeah son, cum for Daddy, spill all your juice for me young boy”.

 Eric made a request through the final gasps of ejaculation “can I see you cum please Daddy”

Clive grinned and slid Eric’s hand away and used his cum coated hand to masturbate his large tool, stroking frantically as cum frothed, until he soon began to shudder and gasp. Eric held his own cupped hand out in readiness, capturing the thick white creamy load of the older man, and as the last drops oozed out Eric offered it up to mouth and lapped it up as Clive watched.

 “You were a while” Matt said as Eric sat down on his lap in the living room, Clive was still upstairs not wanting to appear at the same time and look too obvious

“It was not that long” Eric replied trying to look innocent

Matt gripped Eric’s wrist gently and raised the hand to his nose and inhaled, and then he kissed the palm of Eric’s hand before leaning in and whispering in his ear “you can tell me all about it later”...

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