Eric and Jamie - Part 9
After lunch Eric and I were shown our room, and Paul was allowed to pull up his pants and have lunch by himself in the diningroom. Eric changed into swim trunks and a t-shirt, and we both made our way out to the pool in the park-like back yard.
When we walked out back through the family room's wide french doors I saw that Nathan had also changed into swimming trunks and a t-shirt, and Paul was still in his suit and tie, though minus the jacket. They were standing almost nose to nose, as close as they could get for their difference in height which really wasn't that much. Nathan was rubbing his hands up and down Paul's sides, and they kissed briefly. Nathan squeezed Paul's shoulders, they kissed softly some more, then Nathan patted Paul's arms briskly. He then turned Paul to face us and lightly smacked his bottom.
Paul walked over to us and said, "I'm sorry to have ruined your arrival."
"It's all right" said Eric, pulling him to him and giving him a quick hug. I shook his hand.
"I'll get drinks" said Paul, and ducked into the house. A few minutes later he brought out cold drinks for all of us, including himself, and I plopped down into a recliner between Eric and Nathan.
"May we swim, sir?" asked Paul.
"If you like" said Nathan, and pulled him over to him. Nathan stood and began undressing Paul, first undoing his tie, unbuttoning and pulling off his shirt, and then waiting for Paul to kick off his shoes and socks before undoing his pants and sliding them down and off. "Lay all that neatly inside" said Nathan, and Paul picked up his things and went into the house.
When he came back out he turned to me and said, "Want to go in?"
"Sure" I said, and got up, intending to run upstairs and change into the little speedo I had packed. Paul then walked over to Nathan and put his hands on the older man's shoulders as Nathan peeled his briefs down and off. Like me, he was kept nearly completely smooth, save for that small bit of pubic hair (only Paul also had some under his arms). He was beautiful, and my dick got hard just as Eric took me by the arm.
"Boys swim naked here, Jamielove" he said, and before I could protest he had pulled my shirt off over my head and was undoing my pants.
"Ah!" I gasped, as my pants fell to the ground and I stood there, stark naked, with my dick pointing straight outward. It's not very big, by the way; only a little over four inches when I'm hard, but I'm small all over so I guess I'm proportional.
There were chuckles all around, even from me, and Eric turned me toward the pool and slapped my bottom just as Paul was diving in.
It was wonderful to swim naked, and Paul and I played in the pool for at least a couple of hours while Eric and Nathan caught up on old times. I soon got over my self-consciousness and even my hardon and was running around the deck and diving off the diving board right along with Paul.
Eventually Eric called us both over to them. "Yes, sir?" I asked, naked and dripping and giggling.
"You boys bring those chairs over here" he said, nodding at some deck chairs off to his right. "All three of them."
"Yes, sir" Paul and I said in unison. We pulled the chairs over to in front of Eric and Nathan, and stood in front of them both with our hands at our sides.
"Aren't they beautiful?" said Nathan.
"Mm, hm" said Eric and motioned for me to come to him. He kissed me deeply, letting me suck on his tongue and then sucking on mine. When I pulled away from him I was rock hard again, my dick bobbing up and down in time with my heartbeat.
"All right, boys" said Nathan, "turn around and kneel on those chairs; one knee on the outside chairs, and sharing the one between you." Paul was also hard now, though his dick was much bigger than mine (of course, HE was much bigger than me). We turned our backs to them and knelt on the chairs, my left knee on the left chair, my right on the chair I shared with Paul's knee, our legs touching.
"Put your legs far apart, boys" said Nathan. "I want to see those smooth balls hanging down below those cute little holes of yours."
"Yes, sir!" said Paul, and I echoed the same.
"Oh, yeah" I heard Eric say as we put ourselves on display for them.
"Wink that butthole, boy" said Nathan, and Paul said, "Yes, sir!"
"Do you know how to do that, little boy?" Eric said to me.
"No, sir" I said, then "Ah!" as Eric gently tapped my butthole with his finger.
"There you go!" said Eric. "Just like that. Tighten it and let it go"
I did as I was told, and I heard Nathan sigh appreciatively.
"That's my boy" said Eric, slapping my butt hard but lovingly.
"Put a little color in all four of those cheeks, Eric" said Nathan. The next thing I heard was a light smacking sound, and Paul oooing and ahhing as Eric spanked him lightly. Then it was my turn, and something about the way the gentle smacks slowly built into a sting made my dick strain for relief.
Eric sat back down and they went on to finish their discussion about stocks and something called 'options' while Paul and I swayed our butts slightly, 'winking' our buttholes trying to entice them.
"Oh!" we both said involuntarily as we felt our balls cupped and held.
"Young and full of cum, huh boys?" said Nathan, and I was mortified to be handled like that and turned on at the same time. "Stand up" he said, releasing our balls.
He sat back down and told Paul to fetch the lube, and Paul obeyed.
"You want to stroke that pretty little dick for me?" Eric asked me.
"Yes, sir!" I said.
Paul returned from the little cabana bathroom a few seconds later with a bottle of lubricant.
"Both of you lube up your hands and stroke those dicks" said Eric. We immediately complied, jacking off in the warm afternoon sunlight, standing naked before the two men who had such complete control over our lives while they sat cooly sipping their drinks.
"Oh, God!" said Paul. "Please, sir! May I come?"
"Not until your partner there is ready" said Nathan.
"Oh, Eric, please???" I said.
"Shoot for me, boy" Eric said, and Paul and I both
"Oh! Ah! OH!!!" said Paul, and I, too, came hard; squirting all over the deck in front of me. I opened my eyes and breathed hard, looking at Eric for directions. I found myself staring at his chest as he had gotten up and stepped over to me. The next instant I felt his hands in my armpits and he was lifting me off my feet. I jumped up to help him lift, wrapping my legs around his waist.
"Who's my good, obedient boy?" he asked, and I kissed him deeply.
"I wish you could pick me up like that" I heard Paul say.
"Oh, little Cricket" I heard Nathan respond. "There's no one I love more in the whole world."
"I love you too, sir" Paul responded.
The rest of the day and evening went very well. In fact, it was one of the nicest times I had ever had. After our little -- activities? -- things went pretty much back to normal after we had all cleaned up and come back down from our rooms. The conversation wasn't uncomfortable or even _s_e_x_ual in nature, no one groped anyone else, and it was just a very pleasant time. I felt very much at home on Nathan's sprawling estate.
As we all headed up to bed that night and we all reached the top of the stairs I impulsively ran up to Nathan and kissed him on the cheek. "I love it here, Nathan" I said.
He patted my side and grinned at Eric who picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He patted my butt and said, "That's my boy" and kissed both Nathan and Paul good night. They went one direction down the hall and we went the other.
It must have been very late at night or very early morning when I awoke with a start. The room was pitch black, and I felt Eric next to me and whispered, "Eric?" but he didn't stir. I was feeling a little uneasy, though I couldn't say why, and I pulled the covers over Eric's head as he slept on his side to cover his eyes and reached over and turned on the bedside table lamp.
Instead of coming on fully, the bulb inside only glowed dully -- just barely bright enough to illuminate the bulb itself and some of the lampshade. I had the very strong urge to be in bright light, but I didn't want to wake Eric because I felt like I was being a little silly. I slipped quietly out of bed and out into the hallway and hit the light switch there. Down the hall a way the bulbs in the wall fixture just barely glowed, and I started to get anxious and ran into the bathroom across from our room because I knew the lights in there were very bright.
Stepping onto the cold tile floor of the bathroom I reached for the light switch and turned it on. Anxiety shot through me as the bulbs in the light fixture just barely glowed, and I whirled around suddenly sure there was someone behind me. I couldn't see anyone, but I could FEEL someone there, and I backed cautiously into the bathroom, unsure if there was maybe a burglar in the house.
As I backed up against the old fashioned clawfoot tub the bathroom door slammed shut, and standing between me and it was what I can only describe as a three dimensional shadow. It was male, and it was like it was wearing a long trench coat. There were no discernable features at all; it really was just like a shadow that had taken on three dimensions and was standing up on its own.
"Eric" I barely squeaked out, though I had meant to shout. Tears streamed down my face and my heart thudded painfully in my chest as it moved away from the door and came toward me. Again I opened my mouth to shout for Eric, for anyone, but nothing came out.
It's going to kill you, I thought. You HAVE to shout.
With a supreme effort I forced myself to take a long steady breath, and when my lungs were full -- it was halfway across the room now -- I opened my mouth to shout but, again, maddeningly, all that came out was a quiet squeak: "Eric."
I was shaking badly, snot running down my lip and into my mouth, and I stepped backward into the tub and pressed my back against the wall as it got to me. When it reached up and grabbed the front of my nightshirt all the strength went out of my body and I felt like I was falling down a dark hole.
I screamed, in my head only, and suddenly there was strength again in my arms and legs and I flailed and thrashed in that dark thing's arms, kicking and punching wildly. My voice was back, too, and I screamed, "ERIC!!!" in a desperate wail, needing to be free of this creature that I felt wanted not just to kill me, but also to consume me; to take my very soul.
Crack! I felt a hard slap across my face, and Eric's voice shouting, "Stop it! Jamie? Jamie!"
I opened my eyes and saw that he was holding me, and my eyes darted fearfully left and right, looking for the thing that only moments before had had me by the throat. I wasn't in the bathroom anymore, I was in our bedroom, on our bed, and Eric was looking at me wide eyed in the light from the bedside lamp which now shone brightly.
"Jamielove? Can you hear me now?" I burst into tears and threw myself at him, wailing loudly; the cries of a child lost in despair who is suddenly found.
I nearly leaped off the bed when the door opened. Nathan poked his head in. "Good, God!" he said. "Are you all right?"
"It's okay, Nate" said Eric. "Just a nightmare; a very bad one apparently." I shook my head no against his chest, but he just made cooing noises and hugged me tightly.
"All right" said Nathan, stroking the back of my head. "I'll leave you to him, then" and I think he kissed Eric good night. The door closed quietly, and I sobbed into Eric's chest as he held me and rocked me and spoke soft meaningless words into my ear.
When I had calmed down some I tried to tell him what had happened. He was loving and understanding and wonderful, and he kissed me and held me tightly and rocked me back to sleep. I'm sure it took more than an hour.
The next morning we woke to sunlight streaming brightly in through the french doors that led out to the terrace outside our bedroom. In broad daylight the nightmare from the evening before seemed far away and ridiculous, and I leaned back against Eric in bed, both of us sitting up. His dick pressed hard against my back, and I wiggled up against him.
"You never have bad dreams" he said.
"I know" I said.
"We didn't eat anything unusual -- "
"I don't really want to talk about it, okay?" I said, fearful even to talk about the "thing" from last night.
He turned me in his lap and bent his head forward. We kissed deeply like that for a long time, and I felt safe and loved and warm. I was embarrassed to go downstairs to breakfast, but as it turned out I had only wakened Nathan and he hadn't said anything to Paul. I quietly apologized when I got him alone after breakfast, and he scoffed and said to make nothing of it.