Eric and Jamie - Part 11
We had originally planned to fly back to California Monday night, but Eric changed our plans to Tuesday early evening so that we could spend a bit more time with Nathan and Paul. He wasn't sure how well we'd all get along when he first planned our trip, and since we were all having such a nice time he extended the date as far back as he could (there was still "our" business back in California).
There are tons of old houses in New York from the turn of the century that you can tour, something Eric and I both liked doing. I had always been interested in architecture, and there was the business back home, and it was just fun to walk through these old "white elephants" that once belonged to such prominent and obscenely wealthy families like the Vanderbilts, Astors, or Carnegies.
We talked about our plans over breakfast, and when we were through Nathan said, "Why don't you boys go up and take a bath? We have plenty of time, and Eric and I can chat a bit more about old times."
"Together, sir?" asked Paul.
"Yes, Cricket" answered Nathan. "Eric and I will be up to bathe you in a little while."
"Yes, sir" said Paul.
I looked at Eric questioningly, but he said, "Go on."
The master bathroom in Nathan's house was just amazing. The floor was a light creamy marble color, with a small diamond of darker granite every place four marble tiles met. The shower was big enough for five people and had a shower head on each side, plus a large "thunderhead" in the ceiling and was lined floor to ceiling in the same darker granite from the floor diamonds. The bathtub easily fit Paul and I together.
We filled the tub, and I nervously stripped down as he stepped into it.
"Um, we're not gonna do anything, right?" I asked, nervously.
He laughed and said, "Not unless you want to get paddled again."
"Okay" I said, smiling, and jumped in with him. It was nice to sit naked in the tub together. I can't say that there was no _s_e_x_ual tension because Paul was amazingly handsome with an equally amazing body, but more than anything it was very fraternal. The fact that we both played "boy" to another man made me feel close to him in a way that I didn't feel for anyone else.
"How long have you and Nathan been together?" I asked.
"Seven years" he said. "Since I was 22."
"You're the same age as Eric. That's weird." I said. "You seem a lot younger."
"Thank you" he said. "I love being Nathan's boy. I don't know what I'd do without him. You guys are still pretty new together, though, aren't you?"
"Yeah" I said. "Not even a year yet. Doesn't matter, though. I'm in it for life."
"Nathan says Eric's that way, too" he said. "I'm glad for you. A little jealous, too, I guess."
That surprised me. "Why?" I said.
"I guess because you're so much smaller than Eric, and he can pick you up and really treat you like a boy" he said.
"Even if he couldn't" I said, "I'd feel the same. I really like Nathan, too."
"Nathan's amazing" he said, leaning back and closing his eyes. I did the same then, too, and I had to put my feet on his abdomen to keep from slipping under the water completely in the enormous tub. He let me, patting my foot affectionately, and we lazed in there like that for an interminable amount of time.
"What a couple of lazy boys" I heard Nathan say and I sat up, opened my eyes, and smiled up at him and Eric.
"Come here, handsome boy" said Nathan to Paul, grabbing a bar of soap. Paul stood up and Nathan began to bathe him, and I stood and Eric washed my hair. Paul and I both got hard in the process, and it was embarrassing and exhilarating to stand there like that in front of both our "men." Then Nathan washed Paul's hair, and Eric bathed me.
Next Eric pulled me out of the tub, and I hung suspended between them, an arm around each of their necks, one of their arms underneath each of my thighs.
"Sit on the edge of the tub and lean back against the wall, boy" said Nathan to Paul, and Paul obeyed. "Now close your eyes and stroke that dick. We want to see you shoot hard on that beautiful chest of yours.
"Yes, sir" said Paul, closing his eyes and reaching down to stroke his thick dick. It was exciting for the three of us to watch him, and as my dick started to drip pre-cum Eric noticed and shifted his weight so that his other hand was now under my knee, leaving his right arm free.
"You like watching that, boy?" he asked me.
"Yes, sir" I said. He then sucked on his own finger, coating it with spit, and then reached underneath my butt where it hung in mid air between him and Nathan and started to finger my little hole.
"Ohhhhh" I groaned, closing my eyes.
"Keep your eyes open and watch Paul" said Eric, and I obeyed. Eric began sliding his finger in and out of me in time with the way Paul was stroking his meat, and it made me feel a connection to Paul that I can't quite describe. As he came though, I did too, writhing in the air between Nathan and Eric, and grunting in a way I never had before during climax. It made Eric and I both laugh.
After we had cleaned up we all went into the master bedroom and Paul laid down next to Nathan, still naked, and put his head on Nathan's chest. Eric sat in a very large chair, and I straddled his lap, also naked and resting against his chest.
Eventually Nathan began to read a story out loud to us all, and I nuzzled into Eric's chest as Paul shifted to Nathan's lap. We sat together like that for a good hour as Nathan read to us all, and I felt completely and utterly content.
When Nathan stopped reading aloud I looked up at Eric and said, "I love you, Eric" and Paul said the same to Nathan at exactly the same time and we all laughed.
"We should start our day, little naked boy" said Eric, kissing me and patting my bare backside.
We all got up and dressed then, and we spent a wonderful day together touring two of the aforementioned mansions. We had dinner out that evening, and when we got home we all went into the library so that Nathan could keep reading to us (my request; I LOVED his voice).
I sat between Eric's legs, learning back against him, as Nathan picked up his book. Paul stretched out on a couch next to Nathan, but before he could begin to read Eric said, "Stand up, boy" and began undoing my pants as I stood.
He pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles, and as he pulled me over his knee I said, "Eric?" in a panic.
"We're ready" said Eric to Nathan, and instead of spanking me he gently caressed and massaged my butt and my back. I was instantly hard, and really felt like his "boy" in this position.
"Oh, sir" said Paul. "Can we do that, too?"
"Of course" said Nathan, and he moved to the couch where Paul had been laying down. Nathan pushed Paul's pants and underwear to his ankles, lifted his starched white shirt, and put him over his lap with his head and shoulders resting on the couch.
Nathan began to read to us all, caressing and massaging Paul's backside the whole time. Whenever he'd lightly slap Paul's naked buns to accentuate the story, Eric would do the same to me. It made us giggle, but it was also very thrilling.
After about half an hour Eric interrupted Nathan's reading and said, "I'm sorry, Nate. I think I have to take this boy upstairs and _f_u_c_k_ him silly."
Nathan chuckled and said, "Quite all right" as Eric yanked my pants off and lifted me into his arms. As he carried me out of the room I saw Paul unzip Nathan's pants and bury his head in Nathan's lap.
Eric did take me upstairs and did _f_u_c_k_ me long and hard that night. His hips were literally slamming into my butt cheeks toward the end, and I let out short, sharp, rapid groans each time his hips thrust against me. We came together, simultaneously, both of us nearly shouting.
Eric stayed inside me afterward, pulling me to him as we lay spooning in bed. Much later there was a gentle knock on our door, and then Nathan walked in. I pretended to be asleep.
"Come downstairs" he whispered.
"Uh, can't really" whispered Eric. "I'm still inside him."
"Oh!" chuckled Nathan. "Forgive me. I'll leave you." As the door closed I couldn't suppress my own chuckle.
"You're not even asleep!" he accused.
"Try shoving a banana up your nose sometime and see how well you sleep, sir" I said. I gasped as he pinched my right nipple hard. Then we were back quietly spooning.
I feel completely and utterly safe and at ease when Eric spoons with me, especially when I'm impaled on him. It gives me a sense of calm that is more complete than at any other time.
He did eventually slip out of me and we officially got ready for bed. We crept down the hall to say good night to Nathan and Paul and they, too, were spooning quietly as we walked in. We said our good nights, but Paul was strangely silent, his eyes closed though I could tell he wasn't asleep.
I looked quizzically at Eric who turned to Paul and said, "You got a man inside you, boy?" and Paul moaned/whimpered quietly in response.
"Oh, geez" I giggled, and we backed out of the room.
It was very early morning and still dark when I awoke, needing to pee. I was only a little timid about crossing the hall in the dark, determined not to let my fears get the better of me.
Unfortunately, as I turned on the lights in the bathroom they just barely glowed inside the fixture and sheer terror welled up within me as the shadow thing stepped out of the wall and reached for me.
My voice was gone again, and I could barely make my legs move, though I did get to the far side of the bathroom from it. Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP! I kept telling myself, but it was all so very real.
The floor tiles were cold, the room was dark, and it hurt when I banged my elbow on the side of the tub as I tried get between it and the toilet. The shadow thing slowly made its way toward me, and all the strength flowed out of my body and I kept opening and closing my mouth desperately trying to call for Eric but unable to make any sound.
I was sobbing in terror, my heart thudding in my chest, the pressure in my ears pushing painfully from the inside. I don't know why, but as the shadow thing loomed over me and started to come down on top of me I wailed desperately inside my own head, "Mom!" just as I used to when I was a very young child and afraid.
The light fixture above the sink blazed suddenly, painfully bright, brighter than should have been possible for the two bulbs inside it. The shadow thing was gone in the brilliance and all at once I heard a voice start to call out a long kind of poem, though I couldn't hold the words in my head.
I looked toward the door, and standing in front of it was my mother, her arms stretched out from her sides and slightly raised, her face held upward toward the shining light fixture as she called out in that long, strange verse I could not for the life of me keep one word of in my head.
I stood, though something deep inside told me to stay silent, and as she stopped speaking the lights dimmed to a more normal brightness. I threw myself at her, hugging her tightly to me crying. She didn't say anything, but I was suddenly flooded from head to toe with an overwhelming sense of love. It was so powerful and so completely consuming that my tears stopped instantly, and pure joy sang in my heart.
"I love you, too!!!" I shouted in my head, though I couldn't tell you why I didn't say it out loud. The lights above the sink flared a little brighter and then went out all together and I was alone and in the dark again, though not at all afraid.
I reached for the light switch and flipped it on just as Eric pushed open the door.
"Jamielove? Are you okay?" he said.
"I'm fine" I said, wrapping my arms around him and kissing his chest.
"Ready to come back to bed?" he asked.
"Mm, hm" I said, and let him pick me up and carry me back to our room. On the way there he banged his foot on the table just inside our room and howled in pain, setting me down hard. He slapped on the light switch, and lifting up his foot we both saw that his small toe was bleeding a little.
My head swam as I realized that I was awake. That meant that everything that had just happened in the bathroom was NOT a dream. I felt giddy, and as I slid down the wall and sat on the floor Eric hopped angrily back to the bathroom to put a band-aid on his foot.
When he came back in and found me on the floor he said, "What are you doing down there, little boy? It's cold."
I remembered then the flooding, absolute, all encompassing love I had felt in the bathroom minutes before and my eyes filled with tears as I stood. "Oh, Eric" I said. "I love you." I didn't know how to tell him about my mother and the shadow thing and all of it; it sounded so crazy, but I couldn't deny to myself that it had all just happened.
"I love you too, Jamie" he said, hugging me, and in a tone of voice that was all serious and full of concern.