Eric and Jamie - Part 6
When we got up the next morning I was, of course, rock hard. I hadn't shot a load in over two days, and that was a new record for me since hitting puberty. I looked down at my throbbing hardon and then up at Eric as pleadingly as I knew how. He just smiled and said, "Get dressed" and I mumbled a resigned "Yes, sir."
He had me hauling garbage out to the big rented dumpster in front of the retired couple's home for the first half of the day. Everything that could be thrown away was to go in it, including all the crap they had allowed to collect in their back and side yards over the years.
I didn't get to see much of Eric that day, and we didn't talk at all. Toward the end of the day he walked up to me where I was working next to Juan and said, "How's my boy doing today?"
"Good" I said, grinning.
"Juan?" said Eric.
"He's a good worker" said Juan, and I was pleased at the compliment.
"Whew!" said Eric, waiving at his nose as he stepped over to me. "He's a stinky worker if you ask me." He was grinning as he said it.
"I am not" I said, quietly.
"Well you're not getting in my car smelling like that" he said, and grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward the house. "Come with me, kid" he said, leading me around the side of the house and telling Juan to bring the hose from the backyard. As we rounded the corner Eric said, "Put your clothes up here" and he patted the railing of the back banister.
"What?" I asked, startled.
"Did you not understand what I said?" he asked.
"No, sir" I lied, trying to buy myself time. I could see that Juan was smiling as he hooked up the hose to the side faucet.
"I said put your clothes up here" said Eric. "We're going to clean you up a little bit before we go home."
Shaking, I walked over to the banister and started to undress. I kicked off my shoes and socks and threw my shirt over the banister. As I undid my pants and pulled them off I saw Juan watching me in my peripheral vision. Now in just my jockeys I stepped over to Eric and put my arms around him, wanting his reassurance. He had said I could hug him at any time and he wouldn't push me away, and true to his word he put his arms around me, and I rested my head on his chest.
"Something wrong little boy?" he said.
"I'm embarrassed" I whispered up to him.
"You don't Juan to see you naked?" he asked, and my dick stiffened in my jockeys.
I looked up at him and shook my head no.
"Juan" said Eric, "you've seen a naked boy before, haven't you?"
"Sure" said Juan. "Big deal" and with that Eric grabbed the waistband of my underpants and started to pull my jockeys down. I stepped back a little to let him, and kept my back to Juan who laughed quietly behind me.
"He's a shy one" he said in his soft accent. He patted my back as he walked passed me and said, "I have to go home now anyway" and then he was around the corner of the house and out of sight.
I looked nervously around us. There was either house or trees blocking us on all sides, and Eric told me to go and stand several feet away from him as he picked up the hose. I did as he said, and then he turned it on me and at first I gasped as the cold water hit me. Then it felt wonderful to be under the cool water after spending the whole day under the oppressively hot sun.
Of course, my dick was hard the whole time. Eric directed the water off to his side and said, "Put your feet a little farther apart and bend your knees a bit, boy" and I did as he said. "Now spit in your hand and start stroking that pretty little dick of yours" he said, and I spit in my hand and slathered it on my dick.
It felt so good, but I was silently worrying that he wasn't going to let me cum. I didn't know if I could take that, but for the time being I just stood there out in the side yard under the warm sun and jacked off as he watched me.
"Close your eyes" he said, and I closed my eyes and continued to stroke my dick. It had been so long since I had cum that I was close to shooting in record time.
I opened my eyes and said, "Can I cum, sir?" and continued stroking my dick.
"No" said Eric, and my shoulders slouched but I kept wanking.
"Please, sir?" I asked, my breath short. I knew then that he was going to make me jack off until I shot, and then he'd punish me for it. It wasn't fair, but I needed relief so I just kept jerking.
"Oh, PLEASE, sir" I said in complete desperation.
"You know the punishment you'll get if you shoot without my permission, boy. Are you going to be obedient to me or not?" he asked, and he sounded angry.
"Oh God, Eric, please!" I said as I continued to stroke my dick. I was going to cum whether he allowed it or not, but I was still trying to hold back long enough to get him to say yes so that I wouldn't be strapped for it. "PLEASE, sir! Please! I want to be obedient! Please, please, PLEASE let me do it!"
About one second before I shot he said, "You shoot for me boy" and nodded at my dick.
"OH!" I yelled as I came. "OH, GOD!" and my body shuddered as waive after waive shook me. "Oh, thank you. Oh, God, I needed that" I said, quietly. I felt weak in the knees, and I shivered a bit from the cold.
Eric walked up to me then and firmly grabbed my balls and kissed me deeply. "You want to go home now?"
"Yes, sir" I said, resting my forehead on his chest. He patted my sides, then to my horror gathered up my clothes and walked away from me.
"Eric?" I called after him as he rounded the corner.
"Come on" he said, and I followed but stopped as he started to walk out of the back yard and into the driveway.
"Sir?!?" I said, standing in the backyard stark naked where the neighbors could see me if they had been home. "Can I please have my clothes?" I called after him.
"Stay there" I heard him say, and an interminable minute later his car pulled all the way to the back of the driveway and I hopped in. My clothes were no where to be seen.
"They're in the trunk" he said as he saw me looking around. "Buckle up."
I rode home completely naked like that. It wasn't a far drive, but I was so afraid that something would happen -- I didn't know what, but something -- all the way home. Eric pulled his car all the way to the back of our driveway and clicked the garage door opener.
"Out" he said as he turned off the car. I leaped out of the car and ran for the cover of the garage.
"There are clean clothes for you in the dryer" he said, and I flung the dryer door open and pulled them out. I got dressed in record time, and Eric retrieved my shoes from the trunk of the car.
"Who's been riding all over town naked?" said Eric, kissing me.
"Pretty obedient, wouldn't you say?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.
"VERY obedient" he said, kissing me again. "Who's my good boy?"
"I am" I said, quietly, and it felt good and right to say that.
"Say it in a sentence" he said.
"I'm your good boy" I said, and he kissed me again. We hugged each other then for a long, long time and I wanted to tell him that I loved him, but I didn't know how he'd react. We went to dinner, and just for fun we both ordered breakfast. I used to do that sometimes with my mom, and as the waitress walked away after taking our order I felt a slight pang for the memory of her. We were having such a nice time that I pushed those thoughts away, and Eric and I talked about the things he wanted me to do to his own house while he finished up his "paying" project.
When we got home that night we walked through the front house a bit and went over what needed to be done, but it was starting to get dark so we decided to call it quits. It was still somewhat light outside, and as I started to climb the stairs outside the garage Eric said, "Hey, I have something for you."
"What?" I asked, stopping on the third or fourth stair and turning to face him.
"It's not wrapped or anything" he said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a small, folded handkerchief and handed it to me. I unfolded it carefully because I could feel the weight of something small in the middle of it, and as I pulled back the final fold there was a sudden loud rushing in my ears.
It couldn't be the same one, I thought. I sat down without even realizing it, and with shaking hands opened the little locket that looked just like the one my mother had always worn. The top flipped back and there I was at about three years old, grinning back at myself. The whole world went still and it was like the only thing I could see at that moment was the picture of myself as a baby. Things I had started to forget about my mother came flooding back to me then, and I was ashamed at having forgotten them.
"You're trembling" I heard Eric say in the deafening silence that had momentarily become my world. "God, you're shaking. I'm sorry, Jamie. I thought you'd like -- " I wanted to stand and throw my arms around him, but as I stood and straightened my legs all the strength went out of me and I just leaned into him, crying hard.
After several minutes I was able to choke out, "How did you get it?" as he hugged me tightly to him.
"Your step father is quite a hard ass, but he definitely has his price."
"He SOLD it to you?" I asked, outraged.
"It doesn't matter, little boy" said Eric. "It belongs to you. It's rightfully yours." I pushed harder against him then and wrapped my arms around his neck. He held me and let me cry, and I was so sad that my mother would never know him.
It was fully dark by the time we made our way up the stairs into the little apartment above the garage. I put my mother's locket on the table and dutifully walked over to the corner and stood there as I did every night, but Eric almost immediately grabbed my wrist and led me to the bathroom. In silence he began to undress me, and instead of just standing there and letting him I started to undress him, too.
After he slid my jockeys down and off I tugged at his boxers and his dick sprang up thick and hard, poking into my belly. I put my hands on his chest and, shaking, I said, "I love you, Eric."
"You will" he said calmly, smiling at me.
"No, sir" I said. "Right now. I love you. I want to be your boy. I want you to tell me what to do, and I want you to discipline me when you think it's necessary because I trust you to decide that. I want to stay here forever." He kissed me deeply then, and after a few seconds I pulled back and pointed over his shoulder. "Look at that!" I said.
As he turned his head I slipped to my knees, diving for his _c_o_c_k_. I had my mouth closed around it before he knew what was happening, and as he said, "Jamie! Jamie, stop!" I snaked my arms around his legs, locking my elbows in a vise grip around his knees. He tried to pull backward then, but also groaned in pleasure at the same time, and I slid my hands up to hold his muscular butt.
A couple of years before a friend of mine and I had sucked each other off a little bit and then masturbated each other to orgasm. All that day I had been fantasizing about sucking on Eric, his dick was so think when it was hard. He drew in a shaky breath and said, "Okay, little boy. Stop now" but I just kept his dick in my mouth and moaned as I tasted his pre-cum.
"Oh!" said Eric, and his body writhed. "Ah! Jamie, don't make me punish you. You have to stop now."
I'll take the spanking, I thought.
"No, sir" I tried to say with a mouthful of dick. I know he understood me. His hands were on my head then, pulling at my hair firmly but not painfully. I let go of his leg with my right hand and grabbed the base of his dick and started to suck furiously. I wanted to taste his cum. I took hold of his dick with my left hand and started to stroke myself with my right.
Eric started to gasp then, and as he shot his sweet load into my mouth I came all over the bathroom floor. Everyone had always told me that cum tasted like salty egg whites, but Eric's was more like thick, sweet water. I swallowed convulsively, and he gasped and said, "Teeth!" and I immediately adjusted my jaw and whimpered an apology.
"Okay, boy" he said. "Stop now -- Ah!" he gasped as my tongue grazed the now extra sensitive tip of his dick.
He lifted me to standing, and I looked up into his eyes and said, "I guess I deserve a spanking now, don't I?"
"That was not at all obedient" he said, smiling. I stepped over to the sink and picked up the old fashioned hair brush he used every morning. I knew that he'd use it on me some day, and it looked like today was going to be it. I handed it to him and then put my hands down on the closed toilet seat, awaiting to be disciplined for my disobedience.
WHACK! The brush cracked against my ass and I cried out without meaning to. As Eric rubbed the smooth wood up and down my butt cheeks I started to shake with fear. It hurt far worse than the belt, but I put my head down on the tank part of the toilet determined to take what was coming to me.
Eric reached between my legs from behind and grabbed my balls firmly and said, "Stand up, boy" and I obeyed, straightening as much as I could. He kissed me then, deeply, for a long time. During the kiss he let go of my balls and pulled me to him, and I put my arms around his neck and we kept kissing like that.
Eric pulled back and led me to the tub. We both got in a bathed each other, standing the whole time because there wasn't room for us both to sit down. We were both hard again in minutes. He seemed to pay special attention to my little hole, his soapy finger prodding, rubbing, and rinsing twice as my body writhed to his touch. We dried ourselves off and I wrapped my arms around his neck and jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist.
He carried me to the bed and laid me down on it, then kissed me some more. I sucked on his tongue for a while, and then he pulled away. Grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head he started to lick at my nipples and it just about drove me out of my mind. I had had no idea that boy's nipples could be sensitive, and as he sucked and licked I started to plead with him to stop.
"Oh, God, Eric! I can't take it anymore!" I said.
"Yes, you can" he said, calmly, and ran his tongue over my left nipple.
Shaking, I said, "Please, sir! Please! I can't!" I tugged vainly at his grip, and he kept sucking and licking and nibbling until I cried out in desperation. Next came soft kisses on my tummy which tickled like crazy. Again I had to plead with him to stop, laughing this time.
Without warning his warm mouth completely engulfed my _c_o_c_k_ and I moaned loudly and pulled against his restraining hands, not really wanting to get away. He sucked it, licked the length of it, licked my balls, sucked on them, and occasionally licked my perineum. I had never experienced anything like it, and I was almost out of my mind with sensory overload.
Suddenly my hands were free, but before I could do anything he had a firm hold of my shoulder and was turning me over. I lay on my stomach for just a second, and then his strong hands were under my hips, lifting me up. He pushed my knees far apart and began to lick my balls from behind, then slowly up my perineum, then back to my balls. When his tongue slid up my perineum and right across my tight little hole I gasped loudly. When his tongue pushed firmly against that tight, virgin opening I just about screamed, "OH, GOD!" but he didn't stop. He alternately licked, prodded, pushed -- all with his tongue -- occasionally dropping down to lick my balls.
SMACK! His hand came down painfully on my right butt cheek. "Disobedience is punished in this house, boy" he said. Before I could respond his tongue dove back down on my little hole, pressing firmly, wiggling its way deeper into me. I moaned loudly.
"Obedience is rewarded." He squeezed and massaged my butt for a second. SMACK! "Which are you going to be?" he asked.
"Obedient, sir" I said, trembling in the brief reprieve from his assaulting tongue. I heard the night stand drawer open, but I didn't turn my head to see what he was doing.
Again his tongue swept across my perineum and anus and he said, "I didn't hear that, boy."
I gasped again and said, "Obedient, sir! I want to be obedient." I heard something being torn open and then SMACK! his hand landed on my butt again.
"Do I need to spank you, boy?" he asked.
"No, sir!" I said. "I want to be obedient. I want to be your boy. OH, GOD!" Again his tongue worked its way across my little hole.
"Let me hear you say it, boy" he said and then pressed even harder on me with his tongue.
"OH, GOD! I want to -- OH, MY GOD!!! -- I WANT TO BE OBEDIENT, SIR!" I wailed, clutching helplessly at the pillow under my head. In the next moment I felt something much larger pressing against me, and then he was pushing his thick dick into me. I was so relaxed from being teased by his tongue that he slid right passed my sphincter and I groaned with pleasure. I had never done this, and to have him actually inside me like that was a feeling I can't completely describe.
"Ohhhhh!" I moaned as he started to slide out of me, but then he thrust forward, deeper this time, and I felt his hips rest on my butt. When he had started to pull away I had wanted to reach back and keep him there -- keep him in me -- it felt so very good to have him there like that and so very wrong and, well, empty if he had pulled out.
His long, strong arms reached under me and hugged me as his hips thrust slowly and gently back and forth, pulling almost all the way out of me and then thrusting forward again so that his hips pressed up against my butt. It was like I had been empty my whole life, and now here I was for the first time in 18 years finally complete.
When Eric groaned and whispered huskily, "I love you, Jamie" thrusting forward as he said it, I became completely his. As he continued to thrust back and forth, now pulling almost completely out and then thrusting all the way in he said, "You like having a man inside you, don't you boy?"
"Oh, yes sir!" I barely managed to say. I was again on sensory overload, and as his right hand slid down underneath me and grabbed my throbbing dick I shouted, "I have to cum! Please, sir!"
"You do it when you're ready, boy" he said, thrusting in and out of me even faster now. I let go at that, his thick hard dick thrusting in and out of me, his large hand gently stroking me, I shot load after load grunting and moaning with abandon.
You know how sensitive your dick becomes after you've just shot? Eric kept sliding his hand over the head of my dick, and I cried out for him to stop but he did it again, then again; his dick still thrusting in and out of me. It was more than I could take and I shouted, "ERIC, PLEASE!!!" and then suddenly he was out of me and grunting loudly. The next moment I felt his hot cum splash all over my back, and it made me groan with pleasure.
I felt so empty and wrong without him inside me, but then his arms were wrapped around me again and he had pulled me tightly to him, laying on his side. I lay next to him, trembling, his still hard dick pressed up against my butt crack and balls.
"I love you, Eric" I said.
"I love you, too, little boy" he said, and my heart just about burst with joy as I lay quietly next to him.