Eric and Jamie - Part 3
I woke up with a terrible itching in my groin at about 4:00 the next morning. After scratching furiously for a while I got back to sleep, but then a couple of hours later I woke up again with more itching. I was too groggy to think anything about it, but the second time I woke up Eric with my scratching .
"What's wrong?" he asked sleepily.
"Just itch" I said, annoyed.
"Hmmmm" he said, and then a moment later sat up suddenly and said, "Oh, _d_a_m_n_ it."
"What?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"Get up" he said, patting my chest.
"What?" I asked, burrowing into the covers.
"Come on, get up" he said, tugging at my arm.
"What is it?" I asked as I let him tug me out of the bed.
He led me to the bathroom and said, "Let's have a look at you" and he tugged my shirt upward and off over my head. I suddenly felt very shy and exposed -- I was stark naked after all -- and I put my hands down in front of myself.
He squeezed my shoulders hard and said, "It's okay" and then pulled me to stand in front of him as he sat on the toilet. He gently pulled my hands to my sides and I gasped as he grabbed my dick.
"What are you doing?" I asked him, nervously. There was nothing sensual in his movements. I felt like I was being inspected.
"Hmph" he said. He took a towel and spread it on the floor and said, "Lay down here on your back."
"Why?" I asked him, but his hand came up and swatted my butt painfully.
"Do as I say" and I quickly laid down on the floor. As he pulled my knees up to my chest and gently fingered my balls and crotch I had to struggle to keep the tears down. He had been so nice up to this point, and suddenly he was pulling this weird exam thing. I felt violated. I felt like I had made a mistake to start trusting him.
His fingers pulled painfully at the hair in my crotch and he said, "ah ha!"
"Ow" I said. "What? What are you doing, Eric?" and my voice got tight on the last word.
"Here" he said, extending his hand. "Sit up, buddy." He was his calm, gentle self again. I involuntarily jerked my head backward when he said, "You've got crabs, kid" and he yanked his boxers down and threw them in the corner.
"What?!?" I said, standing up.
"You've got crabs" he repeated. "And you may have given them to me."
"That's not possible" I said.
"What makes you say that?" he said, frowning.
"Because -- well" I didn't know how to say it, but he looked like he was really mad at me so I blurted, "I've never really been with anyone. You know, like that."
His head slowly pulled back and he said, "You're a virgin?"
I blushed and said, "I guess" and then defiantly, "So?"
"Okay" he said, reaching forward and gently grabbing my ear. "Get in the tub" and I obeyed him. "You could have gotten them from anywhere -- a toilet seat, a gym locker, wearing someone else's clothes -- anywhere. It's okay. We'll take care of it."
He filled the little rinse bowl with warm water and then got out his razor and shaving cream. The moment he began to lather my pubic hair I got panicky and said, "What are you doing?"
"This has to come off" he said, tugging gently at my pubes.
"No!" I said. "No way."
Again he smacked my butt hard and said, "You have a better solution?" His hands gently lathered my balls, and I reached down and grabbed his wrist.
"Why?" I said, and I couldn't stop a couple of tears from spilling out of my eyes.
With his unlathered hand he reached up and stroked my hair and said, "They cling to your hair. They also lay eggs there. Without hair they have no place to live. It has to come off, James. I'm sorry."
"Are you sure?" I asked, desperately.
"I'm sure" he said.
As he began scraping away my hair I couldn't stop myself from crying and I said, "Please stop, Eric. Please don't do any more."
"Shhhhh" he said, and lifted my dick and started to shave my balls. Even though I was worried he'd accidentally cut me, my dick got half hard. He rinsed me off and I looked down at myself. I looked ridiculous without hair. He tugged at my arm and said, "Come lay down on the towel again."
"Why?" I asked as I obeyed him.
"I need to get your crotch, too" he said. He made me pull my legs back, and I squinted my eyes shut and nervously waited as he scraped my crotch and butt crack free of hair. Eventually he patted my butt and said, "Okay, you can get up now" and I did.
I looked at myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. I didn't have that much hair on my body to begin with, but I looked so stupid with no pubic hair. I felt he had made such a fool of me, and I was struggling not to cry.
He saw how upset I was and said, "It's not so bad."
I gave into my tears then and said, "Yes it is! Why did you make me do that?"
"It had to be done" he said, firmly. "They were only going to lay more eggs and the problem was going to get worse and worse, not better."
I nodded at his half hard dick and said, "Well what about you, tough guy? Let's do you, now." and before I knew what was happening he was sitting on the edge of the tub and had pulled me over his lap.
SMACK! went his hand on my bare butt. "You don't talk to me like that, young man. You understand?" SMACK! went his hand again when I didn't respond.
A third SMACK! and I said, "Yes, sir!" trying to get him to stop. Instead of letting me up he massaged my back and gently squeezed my butt.
"Are you going to be a good boy?" he said.
"Yes" I said, spitefully. SMACK! went his hand again. "Yes, sir" I said, a lot more respectfully.
"That's better" he said, pulling me to my feet. His dick stood up straight from his lap, and my own dick hardened in response. He squeezed his hardon once and said, "Morning boner" and smiled. It was so much longer and thicker than my own. I had never seen a hard dick in person before -- at least not a grown man's -- and I stared, fascinated. "Come here" he said.
As he pulled me to him I resisted, and he said, "It doesn't bite. Come here, scaredy cat." He pulled me to him and turned me around to face the mirror. "You know why it looks odd?" he asked.
"No" I said, not wanting to look at myself.
"It's because you have other hair on your body, and it makes it more conspicuous that your pubes are missing. Step into the tub here" he said, patting my leg. Under much protest from me he shaved what little hair I had off my legs. When he lifted my arms over my head and lathered up my underarms I forced my tears down and stared, resigned, at the ceiling as he scraped away the hair there. I was now completely smooth from the neck down.
"Much better" he said. He then made me stand in front of the mirror and look at myself. I was momentarily surprised. I did look better. I mean, I looked like a 12 year old, but being smooth everywhere did look a lot better than having patches of missing hair.
"How long before it grows back?" I asked.
"Don't know" he said, and shrugged. "Probably over the next month. Does it matter?"
I reached down and involuntarily grabbed my dick, which had gone back to half hard.
"I look ridiculous" I said.
He sat on the edge of the tub then and pulled me to stand between his knees. "I think you look like a proper little boy, which to me you were anyway. Now why don't you get in the tub and warm up" he said. I had begun to shiver, and I eagerly turned on the tap and filled the tub.
He left the bathroom door open and I saw him tugging at the sheets and blankets of the bed. "What are you doing?" I asked him.
"This all has to get washed a couple of times. If I get them, too, I ought to whack your backside."
I winced when he said that, but ventured, "You're not going to shave, too?"
"Not unless I start to itch" and he pulled on a pair of underwear and jeans and took the bedding downstairs. When he left I reached down and began to explore my new smooth dick and crotch. It felt wonderful, and I was beginning to enjoy the idea.
I leaned back and started stroking my dick, and I sat up and splashed water over the edge of the tub when Eric walked back into the little apartment.
He came into the bathroom and I sat up and hugged my knees to myself. "Were you jerking off?" he said.
"No" I said, indignantly.
"It's perfectly normal for a healthy boy to masturbate, James. Lying to me is always going to get your backside smacked, so I'm going to ask you one more time: Were you just -- "
"Yes, okay?" I said, defiantly. "Are you happy now?"
"You've just earned yourself a trip over my knee, kid" he said, calmly.
"Why?" I asked, just as indignant as before. Who did this guy think he was?
"I told you when I took you in that I expect you to be respectful and obedient, and that tone of voice is anything but respectful."
I slouched in the tub and said, "I'm sorry, okay? Please -- " I swallowed hard and forced myself to say, "Please don't spank me, okay?" He patted my head without saying anything and walked out, closing the door behind him.
"Hurry up and get dressed" he said through the door. "We'll get breakfast and then put you to work."
I hurriedly finished in the tub, dried off, and came out into the main room with my towel around my waist. My underwear felt weird when I pulled it on over my now hairless crotch. We went out to breakfast, and he told me to fill up because we had a lot of work to do that day.
I ate ravenously. It was the first decent breakfast I had had in a while, and I was looking forward to the day ahead. We drove not very far to a house he was remodeling for an older couple, and he introduced me to a man named Juan and said that I was supposed to do what Juan said. Then he said he had errands to run and was gone for several hours.
Juan showed me how to tape off a room before painting it, and then how to use the spray gun. I had fun, and the hours passed quickly. Eric was back by quitting time, and he picked me up and we went back to the same fast food place we had gone the day before.
I almost choked on a mouthful of burrito when he said, "I met your step father today."
"What?" I asked as I coughed and cleared my throat.
"I needed to verify your story. You understand that, don't you?"
I looked down at my plate, feeling kind of hurt. "I don't lie, Eric."
I felt him grab my hand across the table, and he said, "Hey. Come on. Look at me." I kept looking at my plate, but when he said, "Do as I say" I looked up at him defiantly. "I know that now. We just met, you know."
"All right" I said, resigned. I didn't like that he had checked up on me, but I had to admit that I probably would have done the same thing in his shoes. We ate silently for a few minutes, then I told him that I would have done the same thing and he smiled at me and it made a tight little knot in my chest go away.
We had parked half way down the block, and as we left the restaurant he reached his hand out for me to hold it. I took it without thinking, then immediately became conscious of the fact that I was holding another guy's hand out there on the street and I became uncomfortable. I walked along next to him, kind of stiffly at first. I looked up at him as we walked -- he was a good half foot taller than I -- and I realized that he was so big that no one would probably dare to hassle us. We were in a gay neighborhood anyway.
When we got back to the little apartment we watched some TV, only this time I laid down right next to him, the two of us shoulder to shoulder on our stomachs. Eventually he reached back and patted my butt and said, "Time for your bath."
"Okay" I said, and I got up and walked into the bathroom. I had pulled off my socks and was just pulling off my t-shirt when he walked in, grabbed my shirt, and pulled it over my head. He sat on the toilet and pulled me to him and undid my pants and slid them down. When he pulled my underwear down and off my dick sprang up out of the waistband at attention.
He just laughed and patted my butt and told me to get in the tub. I turned on the water and put the stopper in the drain, and as the tub filled he grabbed the bar of soap and the wash cloth and started washing my back and shoulders.
"Stand up, buddy" he said, and I stood. He washed my back and my butt and my legs, then my chest and under my arms. He rinsed out the wash cloth and lathered up his hands and gently washed my dick and balls and at the same time slid a couple of fingers up and down my butt crack. I gasped softly when he gently fingered my butthole, and then he was rinsing me off, my dick still stiff and at attention.
When he was finished he pulled me out of the tub and dried me off with a towel. "I believe you have a little spanking due" he said. I had completely forgotten about that morning.
"I thought you decided not -- "
"You thought wrong" he interrupted. The next thing I knew he was sitting on the edge of the tub and had pulled me over his knee. "Put your knees farther apart" he commanded, and as I obeyed he gently grabbed my dick and positioned it so that it was pressed against his leg pointing down at the floor.
He started to gently and rapidly smack my butt then. It sounded so much worse in the little bathroom as the sound echoed off the tile, but it didn't really hurt until the very end. Then it was only a sting anyway. He rested his hand on my butt and said, "Did you go by Jamie when you were little?"
"Jimmy" I said.
"From now on you'll go by Jamie, is that clear?" and he said, patting my butt.
"Yeah, okay" I said.
SMACK went his hand on my tender cheeks. "Yes, sir!" I said, obediently. He squeezed my butt and then patted it and told me to get up. I stood in front of him and my dick dripped pre-cum.
He patted my side and said, "You should take care of that" and he stood up and walked out of the little bathroom, closing the door behind him. I stared at it dumbly for several seconds, not comprehending this guy at all. I was so horny after my bath. I decided not to try to figure him out right then and there and started to jerk off in front of the mirror on the back of the door. I came in my hand and cleaned up, then went out into the main room with a towel wrapped around my waist.
Eric was lying on the bed in his boxers, watching TV. "Come here, boy" he said, smiling. I walked over to him and he took off my towel and patted the bed. "Lay down here on your tummy" he said, standing up. I did as he said and watched him walk into the bathroom. He came right back out with the bottle of lotion in his hand. He sat down next to me and squirted some of the cold lotion onto my back, then spread it evenly all over my back with his palm.
He then started to massage my back, running his thumbs up the sides of my spine, massaging my shoulders, the very top of my butt, my neck. As he grabbed my shoulders he said, "Hey, look at me" and I looked at him over my shoulder.
"I have no intention of using you for _s_e_x_, okay? You're very tense here" he squeezed my shoulders "and I want you to try to relax." Being stark naked as I was and so much smaller than him I felt somewhat helpless and, understandably, tense.
I didn't know how to say all that, even though the thoughts were right there in my head, so instead I said, "Why are you doing this?"
He patted my butt and said, "Because you need someone to be nice to you" and then ran his thumbs up my back again. I plopped my head down between my hands on the bed and let him massage me then. Little by little I did relax, and after a while it got to be kind of a daze. I was disappointed when he stopped.
"All right, my hands are tired" he said, squeezing my right butt cheek. "What's your new name now, boy?"
"Jamie" I said, unsure of how I felt about that.
He scratched the back of my head and said, "My little boy, Jamie" and patted my back. "Put your night shirt on and get into bed."
When we were both in bed and the lights were off I tentatively reached out and touched his side. He reached over and gently lifted my hand to his chest, but I pulled it away and instead grabbed his arm that was closest to me and pulled it to me. There was a small, discrete distance between us, and he didn't come closer but let me pull his arm up to my chest and hold it. I fell asleep like that, clutching at his big arm as though it were a teddy bear.