Eric and Jamie
Part 10
We spent the day taking in the sites of New York. Apparently, very
few people actually own cars and drive in that city, and those who do
aren't very good drivers. Paul spoke almost not at all as we made
our way in and around the city. Later that night we had dinner at a
very nice restaurant, went and saw a movie, and then made our way
home.
We all went out into the back yard, stripped off our clothes and got
into the enormous Jacuzzi. The water was wonderful in the chill
night air, and I eventually ended up straddling Eric and kissing him
as Paul did the same with Nathan.
Suddenly Paul was stepping out of the Jacuzzi, his big erection
bobbing around lazily as he made his way to the cabana, and then he
was back again with a splash. I barely noticed, since I was making
out with Eric the entire time.
I heard the sound of a bottle opening, and I turned my head to see
Nathan place a jar of Vaseline up on the sandstone that surrounded
the Jacuzzi. Paul was obviously straddling Nathan's dick, easing
himself down onto it slowly.
"Come on, boy" said Nathan, and put his hands on Paul's shoulders.
"Oh!" said Paul, wincing a little.
"Come on, boy" Nathan said again. "All the way down" and he pushed
firmly on Paul's shoulders.
"OH!" said Paul, and then buried his head in Nathan's neck.
I clung to Eric with one hand and reached for the Vaseline with the
other. I slathered a large goop on my little hole and then coated
the shaft of Eric's penis with the rest. Straddling him and holding
his dick with my right hand, my left around his neck I started to
slip him into me, keeping my eyes on his the whole time.
I grunted and groaned quietly as I tried to ease down on his dick,
and he chuckled and I felt his strong arms under me. His left hand
lifted my butt a little in the water, off the tip of his dick, his
right hand middle finger thrust deep into me all at once.
"OH!" I echoed Paul's sentiments, and Eric fingered me gently with
one finger, then two, then pressed his dick against my tight, tight
little hole and pushed me down onto him.
Slowly, very slowly, I eased down, and then suddenly slid all the way
down as the head of his dick worked passed my sphincter. Impaled, I
leaned forward, my arms around his neck as he lifted and dropped me,
over and over again, his large strong hands on each of my cheeks.
"Oh, I'm so close!" I said, praying he would stop. He did, and I sat
snugly impaled on his big dick, sucking on his tongue, or letting him
suck on my tongue and my nipples, for a good hour. When I was
begging him to let me come he stood up, holding me in his arms and
still fucking me hard. I shot all over his torso as he shot inside
me. All the muscles in his body seemed to quiver, and we both
shivered, naked and wet, in the cool night air. I didn't even look
at Nathan and Paul.
Still buried deep inside me, Eric stepped out of the water and
carried me over to the cabana. Once inside we disentangled
ourselves, Eric slipping slowly out of me. I felt so empty, and
without having to ask he pulled me to him and held me tightly in his
arms. We stayed in there kissing and hugging until Nathan knocked on
the door and said, "Okay. Our turn" meaning they needed to clean up
as well.
We all said good night at the top of the stairs again, and I took
Eric's hand and followed him back to our room. I then followed him
across the hall into our bathroom and we brushed our teeth and peed
and went back to our bedroom. Eric always slept in a t-shirt and
boxers, I in just a t-shirt.
When he got up to get a drink of water from the bathroom and I also
got out of bed he said, "Oh, for heaven's sake. Are you still upset
about your nightmare?" He said it kindly, but I felt defensive.
"I guess" I said, maybe a little surly.
"Come here, little boy" he said, holding out his arms. I stepped
across the top of the bed and jumped into his arms. He carried me
into the bathroom and got a drink of water from one of the little
Dixie cups that Nathan had put in there for us. "Would you like me
to read you to sleep tonight?" he asked.
"Did you bring something?" I asked.
"No" he said, "but Nathan's library is wonderful. Come on."
He set me down and walked out of the bathroom, and I quickly grabbed
his hand and clung to him as we made our way downstairs and through
the dark house. It was so beautiful during the day, and so very
creepy at night.
When we got to the library Eric reached for the light switch and for
just an instant my heart skipped a beat as he turned on the lights
and they just barely came on, then got brighter as he turned up the
dimmer. He found a collection of stories by someone named Guy De
Maupassant (spelling?) and led me back up to our room.
Once in bed he flipped through the stories to one of his favorites.
It was called "The Necklace" and as his strong, calm voice droned on
I began to drift off, one arm thrown over his chest, my head tucked
neatly against his side.
I woke up hours later needing to pee. I was immediately frightened
at the prospect of walking over to the bathroom by myself, and then
felt really stupid for being, literally, afraid of the dark. I eased
quietly out of bed, opened our bedroom door, and stepped across the
hall. When I got to the bathroom I flipped on the light switch, and
as the light bulbs just barely glowed inside the light fixtures I let
out an involuntary whimper.
I really wasn't sure whether or not I was dreaming because I FELT
wide awake, but that's how I had felt the night before as well. I
quickly did an about face, deciding to hold it until morning. When I
turned around my heart leaped into my throat as I saw the shadow
thing again.
As soon as I noticed it I shouted for help and ran into the bathroom,
slamming the door behind me. It didn't follow, but I was trapped. I
shouted for help again and banged on the door, but no one came to my
aid.
I AM dreaming, I thought. Wake up, wake up, wake up!
After an interminable amount of time I just 'felt' like it wasn't
waiting for me anymore, and somehow I knew that I had to get back to
my bed before I'd be able to wake up. I cautiously opened the door
and peaked out. Seeing that the coast was clear I bolted across the
hall back into our bedroom, and just as I reached the bed and was
about to hop into it a cold hand reached out from under the bed and
clamped itself around my ankle.
I let out an ear-piercing yelp, and the next thing I knew there was a
hand over my mouth. I opened wide and bit down hard, and Eric
hissed, "Ow! Damn you" and pushed me hard into the bed.
I was awake again. I was in bed and even under the covers, and
relief swept over me as the lamp on Eric's side of the bed flared
brightly to life. I looked quickly around the room and then came up
short when I saw Eric glaring at me.
His face immediately softened and he said, "Again?"
I threw myself at him, hugging his waist tightly and burying my head
in his lap. He stroked the back of my head and said, "It's okay,
little boy. You're safe now."
I wasn't as upset as the night before - I wasn't as scared as the
night before - but it was a relief to be awake in the lit room,
clinging to him.
"Come on" he said, "let's get back to sleep. At least you didn't
wake Nathan or Paul this time."
He leaned over and switched off the light and pulled me to him.
"Eric?" I said in the darkness.
"Yes, Jamielove?" he said with just the slightest touch of impatience.
"Can we sleep naked, please?"
In answer he sat up and pulled my shirt off over my head. Then I
felt him pull his own shirt off, and then he was wiggling out of his
boxers. When he laid back down I put one leg over his and an arm
over his chest. I gently scratched the hair on his chest and tummy,
and then slid my hand down and took his hard dick in my hand.
As I just lay there with my head on his shoulder, not moving, he
said, "You want to just hold it?"
"Yes, sir" I said. I liked holding him like that. His penis was so
big I couldn't quite get my whole hand around it. He chuckled
quietly and his left hand came up and stroked my hair. He kept doing
that until I fell asleep.
At breakfast the next morning Nathan said, "Eric says you had another
nightmare last night, Jamie."
I choked on the orange juice I had been swallowing as he said that
and said, "Yes, sir. I really don't want to talk about it though, if
that's okay."
"It might help" he said, hopefully.
I thought again of the shadow thing of my dreams and shook my head
no. "It's scary just to think about it" I said, and I was annoyed at
Eric's chuckle.
"The big bad shadow man isn't going to get you at the breakfast
table, Jamielove" he said, and we all turned, startled, as Paul's
coffee cup clanged loudly on the table, splashing the lovely white
linen and breaking the saucer below it.
"Paul!" said Nathan in a tone of voice I knew only too well from Eric.
"I'm sorry" said Paul. "I'm sorry" but as he got up to clean the
mess Nathan grabbed his wrist and held him there next to his own
chair.
"Jamie there" he said, nodding at me, "really is a 'boy' still in
many ways, young man. I do NOT want you scaring him with your ghost
stories anymore, is that clear?"
"Nathan" Paul stammered. "I didn't -- "
"IS THAT CLEAR?" said Nathan.
"I never did!" said Paul, indignantly.
"Paul never said anything to me" I said.
"So you just happened to have Paul's bad dream the first night you
stayed here?" said Nathan, eyeing me suspiciously.
"Yes, sir" I said, feeling like he was accusing me of something.
"It's very commendable to stand up for your friend, Jamie" said
Nathan, "and I'm glad you two get along so well, but I do not brook
dishonesty in this house."
That made me mad and I stood up and threw my napkin into my
plate. "I'm not lying!" I said. "I never lie! How dare you!"
"Jamie!" said Eric. I ignored him and started to say something else
but he grabbed me painfully by the upper arm and shook me. "You do
NOT talk to our host that way, is that clear?"
I angrily yanked myself away from him and heard Paul say, "Maybe your
host should listen sometimes." At that we both stalked out the back
door, but as it slammed behind us I knew I'd be in for it later.
For the next couple of hours Paul and I skulked around the estate,
and the more we talked the more my unease grew. Paul began telling
me about his nightmares -- about how they had started just after he
had moved in with Nathan -- and every single detail was identical to
my own experience.
It couldn't be "just a dream," and that all by itself made me shiver.
"How do we convince them?" I asked.
"I don't know" said Paul. "But it's getting late. You ready to face
the music?"
"I guess" I said, looking at the ground.
When we walked back to the house we found Eric and Nathan waiting for
us out by the pool. Neither of them said anything, and Paul and I
began to shuffle uncomfortably, also in silence.
"Paul and I have been talking" I ventured, "and we don't think it's
just a dream we've both been having."
"Before you say another word" said Eric, ominously, "I want you to
apologize to our host for your behavior this morning."
"I'm sorry, Nathan" I said.
"Come over here, boy" he said, kindly, and I walked over to him.
He put his hands on my shoulders and said, "I'm sorry if I offended
you this morning. In fact, I think very highly of you, and I'm very
glad you and Eric are so happy together."
That was not at all what I was expecting, and I forced back tears and
said in a tight voice, "I'm scared of the house now."
Nathan laughed good naturedly and hugged me to him. "I assure you,
you precious little thing, that you have nothing to fear from my
home. It's just some bad dreams, is all."
"How do you explain -- " I started, but Eric interrupted me.
"We'll talk about your dreams later" said Eric. "Right now I want to
see both you boys with your noses up against that wall." He pointed
to the cabana, and without saying anything Paul and I walked over to
it. "And I want to see some cheeks over there" he said as we pressed
our noses to the wall.
We both undid our pants and pushed them and our underwear to our
ankles. "Get those shirts off" said Eric, and we obeyed. Nathan
walked over to Paul and patted his butt and kissed him, and Paul put
his arms around the older, smaller man and sniffed loudly.
"All right" said Nathan. "Put your nose here now" and he tapped the
wall.
We were made to stand like that for the better part of an hour. Long
corner time is very trying for me, and by the end of it I was sighing
heavily and fidgeting. I was almost (not quite) relieved when Nathan
walked up to us and said, "Strip everything off and come into the
library when you're ready." Without another word he walked away, and
Paul and I stripped naked and looked at each other and swallowed hard.
It felt weird to walk though Nathan's house naked like that, and we
both sheepishly ducked our heads into the library; hands down
covering our privates.
"Oh, sir, please" Paul began to plead. "Not the hairbrush again,
PLEASE, sir." Nathan and Eric sat in opposite chairs, each with a
large and horrid looking hairbrush in his hand.
"Over our laps without another word" said Nathan sternly. I walked
over to Eric and gave him one last mournful look as I draped myself
over his knees.
They both began spanking each of us at the same time, and the loud
SPLATS! of the hairbrushes echoed loudly off the room's high walls.
Our cries and pleas soon joined those echoes, and even after I was
kicking my feet and fairly screaming for Eric to stop he still kept
paddling my tender cheeks with that damn brush.
When I was bawling at the top of my lungs and beyond the ability to
speak, he finally stopped. I sobbed loudly over his lap as he rubbed
my back, and it was some minutes before I realized Paul was doing the
same.
"Up" said Eric, and as I got off his lap I saw that Paul was on his
knees with his head buried in Nathan's lap, Nathan stroking his hair
and making comforting sounds as Paul sobbed his heart out.
I threw my arms around Eric and he eased me into his lap so that my
thighs and back rested on his legs, my tender butt hanging between
them. I buried my head in his neck and cried and cried and cried.
Much later that night after we had gone to bed I woke up needing to
pee. Taking no chances I shook Eric firmly, waking him.
"S'wrong?" he asked.
"I gotta pee" I said.
"All right" he said without protest, and we got out of bed and he
held my hand and walked me to the bathroom across the hall. All the
lights came on normally, and Eric carried me back to bed when I was
done.
I had come wide awake by then, and I was suddenly in a chatty mood.
"Uh, uh" said Eric, reaching into his boxers and pulling out his hard
dick. "You got energy to talk, you can suckle daddy" and with that
he put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it down his body.
I took him into my mouth and sucked and stroked his dick until he
shot a hot load of 'milk' down my throat.
Eric grunted and groaned appreciatively the whole time, and after he
came he pulled my whole body on top of him and I fell asleep like
that with my head on his chest as it gently rose and fell with his
steady breathing.