Eric and Jamie
Part 2
Eric quickly grabbed his keys and wallet and led me back out of the little room
above the garage before I really got a chance to look around. Over dinner I told
him my whole story. I discovered that the house where we had met was actually his,
and that he was living above the garage until the remodeling was done. He remodeled
houses for a living, and the going was so slow on his own place because of his other
jobs. He had started his own company when he was 20, just installing new closets at
first, and had worked things up from there over the last several years.
He wanted me to work on specific projects on his house while he was away on his
regular jobs.
"Sure" I said, enthusiastically. "I'll do anything."
"Can't do much more than paint, can you?" he said.
"Well," I ducked my head, embarrassed. "I can learn, and it looks like there's
plenty to paint anyway."
"There is that" he said, nodding. The sting in my butt had started to fade, and the
more I talked to him the less I disliked him. He had just turned 28, and both of
his parents were dead. He had been close to both of them, and they were at first
surprised that he was gay, but had never hassled him about it.
When he asked about my mom and her death my voice suddenly caught in my throat.
"Sorry" he said quickly. "We don't have to talk about that."
"Okay" I said, quietly.
We eventually made our way back to his house, and I followed him up the stairs to
his temporary quarters. It was one large room with a small bathroom at the far end.
"Are those the only clothes you have?" he asked me.
"Yeah" I said, painfully conscious of how grimy they were.
"Come on" he said, gently taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom. "Sit down"
he said, pointing to the floor and sitting on the closed toilet seat. I did as he
said and he grabbed my ankle and proceeded to pull off my shoes and socks. "Stand
up" he said, and I complied.
He pulled my shirt up over my head and then undid my pants. I resisted a little,
but he firmly pushed my hands to my sides and unzipped and pulled down my pants.
When he reached for the waistband of my jockeys I again grabbed his hands, but he
pulled one free and smacked my butt hard. "Knock it off" he said, and as I put my
hands back at my sides he slid my underpants down and off. He then stood up, turned
me around to face the tub, and smacked my bottom again, though not as hard. "Get in
there and get cleaned up" he said.
Without another word he picked up my things and walked back out, closing the door
behind him. I relaxed a little, then a little more, then eventually just laid back
and let the hot water sink into my bones. It was the first hot bath I'd had in
several days, and it felt wonderful.
Several minutes later Eric walked in and I sat up convulsively in the water. "I
guess you can wear these for tonight" he said, throwing some of his own clothes over
the sink.
"Okay" I said, again hugging my knees to me. He looked at me quietly, kind of
smiling, and I finally said, "What?"
He snorted quietly and said, "Come here, little boy" and reached for the bar of soap
that sat in a dish that hung from the wall next to the tub. He knelt next to the
tub and gently pushed my head down into the water. I straightened my legs and let
him dunk my head under, and as he started to lather the soap into my hair I didn't
resist him.
"I'm out of shampoo. Sorry" he said, and I didn't say anything in return. I
figured if he got off on bathing me it was the least I could do for his troubles.
Some soap began to get in my eyes and I had to close them. I felt his hand on my
shoulder and heard him say, "Turn this way" as he pulled me sideways in the tub.
With soap still in my hair and running down my face I now sat sideways in the tub
with my back to him. He lathered the back of my neck and my shoulders, and then
gently started to massage them both.
"Feel good?" he asked.
"Yeah" I sighed. He did that quietly for a couple of minutes and my dick grew
stiff. I had only ever fooled around a little with this guy in the 10th grade, and
I was nervous about "doing it." It was very relaxing, though, and I tried to make
myself not think of what he might want me to do over the next few minutes.
He dunked my head under the water again, then I heard him run the water from the
pipes, then I felt warm water being poured over my head and shoulders. I opened my
eyes and looked up at him. He was holding a small plastic bowl I hadn't noticed
before, and he was smiling warmly at me.
"That was nice" I said, unsure what he wanted me to say.
"I'm glad" he said, and put the bowl down next to the tub. "It's going to be a
while before your clothes are done. You can sit and soak in here, or you can come
out and watch TV with me. When you're ready to rinse off, empty the tub and use the
bowl to rinse yourself." He then gently pinched my nose and walked out of the
bathroom, closing the door behind him.
I was surprised that he hadn't tried more, and as the water cooled off I got bored
and decided to just finishing bathing and to join him. When I was finished drying
off I grabbed the clothes he had brought for me -- a large shirt with "UCLA" printed
across the front of it, and a pair of boxers that were much too big for me.
I came out into the main room and he laughed when he saw me holding up his boxers
with one hand. "They won't stay up" I said, smiling.
He walked over to me and pulled them down and off, straightening the large shirt
over my thighs. "You're okay like this" he said, and I felt my dick go half hard.
He threw his boxers onto the dresser that was next to the bed, and then laid down on
the bed and started channel surfing.
I looked around the room and said, "Where should I sleep?"
"Up here with me" he said, patting the bed. I nervously walked over to the bed and
sat down on the edge. He ignored me and stopped channel surfing, tuning into an
episode of Star Trek. As I sat there and he continued to ignore me I kind of got
into the show, and before I even realized it I was laying down next to him, both of
us on our stomachs.
After the show was over he tossed me the remote saying, "Here, kid" and went into
the bathroom. I heard the tub filling, and after I was sure he was in I got very
curious to see him in the tub -- kind of to have our roles reversed -- and I walked
over and boldly opened the door.
"Hey!" he said as I walked in. The tub was only a quarter full, and he was on his
knees was lathered up from head to toe. He was really too big to sit in the tub
normally.
It was so erotic to catch him like that, naked on his knees in the tub, the soap
clinging to his body and, in places, gently sliding downward toward the tub. His
whole body was so nicely defined, with muscles everywhere. Not big bulging muscles,
just nice work muscles. My dick got stiff under the large shirt I wore.
As he groped blindly for the rinse bowl I backed out and said, "Sorry" and closed
the door. I had to leave, because there was no way to hide my hardon. A few
minutes later he came out with just a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Did you need the toilet?" he asked.
"Yeah" I lied, and walked passed him to the bathroom. I was fortunately able to
pee, and as I walked back out he was just pulling back the bed covers wearing only
the boxers I had tried to wear earlier.
"I don't usually wear anything to bed" he said, grinning. "This ought to be
interesting."
Was I supposed to say it was okay for him to take them off? Was that a come on of
some kind at all? He seemed so genuinely nice, and I was momentarily flustered.
"Come on" he said, gesturing with his head. "It's been a long day, hasn't it?" and
he yawned.
That made me yawn, too, and I walked over and climbed in next to him very conscious
of the fact that wearing only the t-shirt as I was gave him easy access to my
equipment.
"Do you need anything before we say good night?" he said.
"No" I said, maybe a little too suspiciously.
He shrugged and said, "Okay, then. 'Night" and he reached over and turned off the
lamp. Light came in through the windows -- not much, but enough to make out shapes
in the room after my eyes adjusted -- and I just lay there for a long time waiting
for him to make some kind of move on me.
When it became obvious that he wasn't going to try anything I found I still couldn't
fall asleep, and as I reviewed the last couple of weeks in my head the injustice of
being put out on the street the way I had came back to me full force. I felt hot
tears sting my eyes, and I tried to sniff as quietly as possible. I didn't want to
sniff again because it seemed so loud in that little room, but snot was starting to
run onto my lip so I did sniff again, and then I felt Eric stir next to me
I felt his hand rest gently on the back of my head and I held my breath, trying to
make him think I was still asleep. But then I heard him say quietly, "Come on,
little boy" and I remembered how he had called me that when I was in the tub and how
he hadn't tried anything and I suddenly let go in quiet sobs.
He massaged the back of my neck and said, "Come here, buddy" and as I continued to
lie there he said, "Come on" and gently pulled at my shoulder, rolling me over and
pulling my head onto his chest. I draped my arm over his chest then and cried hard
against him, scooting my body up against his.
"Okay, shhhh" he said. "You're a good boy. Shhhhhh" and he was so loving and
gentle it made me cry more at first.
As my tears dried up I said, "I'm sorry."
"Nothing to be sorry for" he said, patting my shoulder. "Why don't you try to get
some sleep?"
"Okay" I said, but as I tried to pull away from him his hand pressed firmly down on
my back and I just let my whole body relax against him and slept.