Eric at Last

By J.W. Martins-Bazinet

Published on Sep 18, 2000

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Have you ever held on to the same fantasy for years and finally, long after you'd given up hope of it ever coming true it does. It's like getting a Christmas present in February. It's not anything you expect, but it sure can make you happy. That's just what happened to me.

Before I share it with you I'll give you a little background. I was introduced to the pleasures of sucking cock at the tender age of 15 by one of the neighborhood tough guys, who was a couple of years older than me. He thought he was pretty cool, Mr. BadAss "forcing" another guy to polish his knob, but he soon discovered that you can't force the eager. It may have burst his bubble to learn that I liked it, but it didn't prevent him from seeking me out. It was after all the perfect arrangement; he liked being sucked; I liked sucking.

He gave me lots of practice; by the time I turned 16 I was a fairly adept pole smoker. It wasn't that I didn't enjoy doing my neighbor, but after taking his load at least 150 times I wanted to expand out to new (and hopefully bigger) things. I looked at any good looking guy I saw as someone who I could suck if the opportunity arose. It was just a matter of time before something happened.

That summer, having just got my license, I wanted my own car. My dad made me a deal. He owned a small manufacturing company. He'd front me the money for my wheels, but I'd have to pay off my loan by working for him during all school vacations. Who could pass up a deal like that? So that's how I met Eric.

Eric was 20 years old and everything I considered a super hunk to be. He had short-cropped, sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an All-American, Saturday Evening Post kind of face together with a body that nearly took my breath away the first time I saw him. He was my definition of masculine. There's no denying it, I was in lust at first sight. From the moment I noticed the bulge protruding from the crotch of his jeans I wanted to do nothing less than drop to my knees and worship it.

Eric had worked for my dad since his senior year in high school, but we'd never met. I knew him by reputation only. Dad really liked him, saying he was a hard and willing worker and dad was never one to hand out compliments or praise just for the sake of doing so. At the time Eric was sort of a jack of all trades, learning the entire operation from the ground up. Dad had great hopes for advancing him as the business grew and prospered. My summer job was going to be to take over running the outside errands and office boy duties that he' been doing while he became more involved in learning the production end of the business.

Of course this meant that for the first couple of weeks I would be working with Eric while he trained me. As far as I was concerned this was the perfect arrangement and I determined to have him before the two weeks were up. To understand where I was coming from, or at least to put it into perspective, you need to know that I was an only child with asthma and I'd become used to getting my own way. Not that I got everything just for the asking, but if I was willing to work and plot, I usually got what I wanted. Add to this the fact that I'd led a very sheltered life, despite the fact that I'd been sucking cock for over a year, and really didn't know much about sex in the real world. So it's somewhat understandable that it didn't occur to me that anybody would see anything wrong with one guy wanting to suck another off, and I certainly didn't realize that a guy who enjoyed sex might turn down the offer of a blow job. Not even the fact that Eric was married with one kid and another on the way deterred me in my quest.

I certainly didn't waste any time. We'd been out on the road alone for about 20 minutes when, not even trying to maneuver the conversation toward sex I just came out and asked,

"Eric have you ever had a blow job?"

He looked pretty shocked, at least by the abruptness of the question, he laughed a little nervously and said, "course I've had a blow job. I'm married aren't I?"

I didn't know what to say so I blurted out the first thing that came to my tongue, "your wife blows you?" I'll admit I felt more than a little stupid. It really had not dawned on me that women did such things. My neighbor had a girl friend, but he came to me to blow him. Suddenly I realized that woman were competitors when it came to pleasing men orally.

"Shit yes! She give great head, or at least she does when she's not pregnant. She hasn't been able to do it in the past couple of months. You know how women get when they're expecting, they start throwing up for the least little reason. But, other than that I get head whenever I want it and that's pretty often. There's nothing I like better'n a good hum job."

Within the space of a couple of seconds my hopes were dashed and then renewed. His wife blew him; he loved getting sucked; and now his wife couldn't blow him. Never one to miss a window of opportunity I just came out and asked.

"Would you like me to blow you since your wife can't? I do a really good job."

He looked stunned and didn't say anything for a couple of minutes. I, of course was hoping he was trying to figure out a place to go, but instead he finally said, "listen kid, I'm not too much into the idea of having sex with a guy. If that's your thing, that's cool with me, but I'm really not too into it."

I took this not to be a flat refusal. Not too into it, to me said that maybe he could be a little into to it. So I said, just in case he wasn't clear on the point, "you don't have to do anything to me, I'll just suck you 'til you come."

"Yeah kid, I got the general idea, but like I said I'm not really cool with the idea. Besides I don't think your old man would be too happy with the idea either and I really dig him. I wouldn't want to do anything that would make him unhappy."

"Don't worry I'd never mention it to dad. It could be our secret."

I guess he was just trying to get me to end the conversation so he said, "Well not today, but I'll think about it."

That did the trick. I dropped the subject and hoped for another day. That night I jacked off three loads just thinking about Eric fucking my face. Over the next few days I was relentless in my pursuit of him. I tried to persuade him using every reason and argument I could think of, but it didn't seem as though I was getting any closer to getting what I wanted. For his part, he was very nice to me. Though he always said no, he never gave me a hard time, nor did he make me feel bad or inferior. Finally he admitted that I was wearing him down. It seems like his wife had turned off to sex almost totally and he was entering the perpetually horny zone. At first I thought my lucky day had arrived, but he went on to explain his point.

"A guy can only take so much temptation. I'm a hurtin' unit in the sex department and here you are asking me day in and day out if I want head. Of course I do. Right now sex of any kind is starting to sound pretty good. But I made a vow to my wife to be true to her and she made the same vow back to me. I want her to keep her vows, no matter what happens, no matter how horny she might get. I can't break my vows to her and expect her to keep hers. So if you really like me you'll help me keep my vows. Please don't keep putting temptation in my path.

"I like you. I think you're a cool kid, even if you like sucking dicks, but I'm going to end up hating you if you are responsible for me doing something I'll always regret."

What could I say? I promised to stop and I did. After that, though I worked part time at the plant until I went away to college, I stayed out of his way and said little more than hello when I ran into him at work. I never propositioned him again.

After leaving for Boston University, I didn't see him again, though I never forgot him. In the ensuing 17 years I'll bet I pumped out enough cum to fill an Olympic sized swimming pool just thinking about sucking his cock.

Then about six months ago, my dad died. It was totally unexpected, a massive coronary, out on the golf course. It was just the way he'd always said he wanted to go, fast and doing something he loved to do. I was living in Boston at the time and I immediately drove back to Jersey. My mother asked me to come back home and take over the business. I'd just broken up with my lover of 9 years and was pretty bored with my routine job. Though I made a good living, my life had become dull and humdrum. I needed a change and this was the perfect opportunity. I had an MBA and knew enough about the business to know that I could keep it going and even improve it. The fact that I'd be no more than a 45 minutes drive to New York's gay life didn't hurt matters either.

After the funeral I tended to some legal matters that couldn't wait and found myself a great old house to rent until I could find something to buy, then I returned to Boston to close things up. I gave notice at work and made arrangements to have my things packed and moved. Within a month of dad's dying I moved and was ready to take on the business. I drove out to the plant early on that first Monday. I found myself thinking of Eric. I knew he still worked there and I wondered how he'd look after all these years.

Eric had prospered. He'd made company vice president in charge of production. He was now nearly 37, but the years had not only been kind to him, they'd been generous. He had improved with age. His body, was still great, but it had shed the last vestiges of boyhood and was totally man. His face had matured with rugged good looks, he could easily have earned a living as a magazine model. He was just as charming and friendly as he'd been when he was 20. So often the things you remember from your youth don't measure up to your memories when you see them years later. That was definitely not the case with Eric. He was one fine specimen of male animal, it's no wonder I'd flipped for him.

The morning was spent in meetings, first a large meeting attended by all department heads and then individual meetings with each. I scheduled a lunch meeting with Eric and had my secretary reserve a table for two at the best waterhole in the area. Eric was waiting in the outer office when I finished with the last of my morning appointments. He shook my hand warmly and said he was looking forward to the two of us working together.

"We've both come a long way since we first met. You a high school kid and me an errand boy. Who would have thought that someday we'd be together running your dad's business?"

We were walking toward the parking lot when I said, "Eric, I know we are going to work well together. I have some ideas on how we can streamline and make operations more effective and profitable, but I can't do it without you. You're the only one with the brains and the experience to keep production going while we're modernizing. I guarantee it will be profitable for you. I'd like to discuss these plans with you along with profit sharing and stock options for you. If you're going to work to make this company grow then I want you to share fully in the success and the profit. I'm promoting you to Executive Vice President and in addition to the other benefits I've already mentioned you can expect a $25,000 raise. It's going to take both of us working hard and long hours over the next year, but it will be worth it for us."

"That's great, I've never minded hard work or long hours. Your dad was set in his ways, his motto was if it ain't broke don't fix it, but I know there's a lot we can do to boost production and profit. Count me in all the way."

"I'm sure your wife will be pleased as well. You'll have to spend away from her and the family until things are reorganized, but it'll be worth it in the long run for everyone. I'd like to meet her, maybe I can take both of you out some evening soon."

"You mean your dad didn't tell you? Karen and I have been divorced for going on six years now. She made a Class A jackass out of me. When she filed for divorce I couldn't believe it. As far as I knew there was nothing wrong with our marriage. I thought maybe she was just a hormone thing and that she'd snap out of it. So I tried to be the helpful, understanding husband. I didn't contest the divorce or go for custody of the kids. I let her lawyer handle the whole thing. Next thing I know I have no wife and she headed off to Florida with my former best friend, taking my kids with them. Come to find out they'd been ballin' steady for a couple of years.

"That was it for me. I'll never get married again. I don't think I'd ever be able to trust another woman as long as I live. If I could get along without sex I'd never even look at another one. Now the only contact I have with any of them is for sex, pure and simple. I've been doing the swinging thing for a few months and I've learned I'm up for anything so long as it makes me feel good and has no strings attached.

"You know the whole time we were married I never once cheated on that bitch. Not that I didn't have the chance either. I had lots of chances to cop a little trim on the side and never once did. I even had a few guys proposition me, like you did back when you were a kid. I can't tell you how many times I've looked back on that and other offers I had and have kicked myself for not taking advantage of them."

I'd been listening sympathetically as Eric unburdened himself, but that last line nearly took my breath away. There was no doubt that I still found him incredibly sexually attractive; I'd been jacking off for years fantasizing about this hunky man. Now it seemed that he was making himself available to me. Still we'd just become reacquainted and we had a lot riding on our business relationship. I didn't, couldn't do anything that would jeopardize that. I didn't know what to do so I didn't do much of anything. I made some inane remarks about how hard it must be for him; how I felt his pain; how he'd meet someone, some day who would make him change his mind about romance; bullshit like that. We ate a great lunch and talked business, but it was really hard to keep my mind off what was between Eric's muscular legs. We went back to the office with no further reference to sex.

The remainder of the week was so busy for both of us that we barely had time to do anything other than the routine. There was still much to discuss and plan. For this reason on Friday afternoon I asked Eric if he'd be willing to work on a long range plan with me on Saturday. He looked a little disappointed, but said, "sure not a problem. What time do you want to meet?"

"Are you sure it's alright, you didn't have other plans made, did you?"

"As a matter of fact I did, but it's nothing I can't put off. The meeting is more important."

"If you're sure, I'll meet you here say 10:00 tomorrow morning?"

"That's fine. See you tomorrow."

"Great."

I couldn't help but stare at his bubble butt as he left my office. That night I spent a long, slow session stroking myself to an immense orgasm just thinking of swallowing him whole. It was somehow very satisfying, because now I felt that I had a chance to turn it into reality. I just didn't know how soon that would be.

The next morning I arrived at the office at 9:30. I was dressed casually in a polo shirt and a pair of dockers. Eric arrived at just before 10:00, carrying a couple of containers of Dunkin' Doughnut coffee and wearing a pair of baggy sweat pants and an old sweat shirt. The fabric of the sweat pants was so soft and worn that you didn't have to look hard or stare to see that there was a fat cock swinging loose just behind the material. I began to think that his purpose in life was to sexually torment me.

"So," I asked, "were you able to rearrange your plans?"

"No. I was going to entertain a couple from Connecticut, and I was hoping they'd come down later in the evening and spend the night so that we ccould party after I finished here, but they have a wedding to attend back home tomorrow afternoon, so we left it for some other time. I gave up at least a couple of great blow jobs for this meeting. You owe me big time."

I wasn't sure how to answer that, though I thought of a couple of ways, but I just kept my mouth shut and we got down to work. At about 2:00 it dawned on us that we were hungry so we call out for pizza delivery. It was about 6:00 when we both decided we'd had enough and it was clear we'd made significant progress. We worked well together.

Eric stood, giving a man sized stretch. When he did, his shirt rode up exposing his hard, flat stomach and the flaxen down that surrounded his navel and then trailed downward toward his prize. As my eyes gazed lower I stared right at the head of his dick. When he stretched backward it had pushed forward and was now right in front of my face clearly outlined beneath the soft material of his sweats. The head alone was the size of a hen's egg. I guess my mouth dropped open and I was staring.

The next thing I heard was a chuckle followed by, "see something you like?"

"Yes," I barely whispered, "and I see something I've wanted for almost 16 years. Can I have it?"

"Seems only right. I should have let you have it back 16 years ago, so I guess I owe it to you. And for sure you owe me a fantastic blow job because that's what I missed out on this afternoon."

"Then," I said grinning, "I think we can work out a deal. Do you want to do it here or would you like to come back to my place?"

"Tell you what. I'm super horny, it's been awhile since I've been with anyone. That's why I was disappointed at missing out on the Connecticut couple, they both have very talented mouths. I'm good to go for at least two or three rounds. If you don't mind I'd like it quick, down and dirty here and now. Then once the edge is off we can go back to your place and do it again slow and easy. You up for that?"

"I am if you are," I said. Was I ever? Eric sat down in his chair again and then swung it around toward where I was sitting at the end of the table. He stretched out, spread his legs and then grabbed the top of his sweats with his thumbs and pulled it down and hooked it under his large ball sac. His cock was plumping out and rising right before my eyes. By the time I got out of my chair, came around the side of the table and kneeled between his legs it was standing steely hard, a full 6 1/2 inches of the thickest manmeat I'd ever seen. I was easily as big around as it was long. In the flesh it was even more beautiful than I'd ever imagined.

I'd waited so long for this. I felt as though I were dreaming. I took hold of it in my hand feeling its velvety soft warmth. I gently pulled it toward my face and flicked my tongue out to capture the small clear bead of man honey that had just formed at the slit. I tasted him for the first time and went wild. I dove down on that meaty hog and didn't come up for air until he was moaning like a bitch in heat. I was determined that he was going to get the best blow job of his life; I was certain I was going to give the best blow job of my life.

He couldn't stand it. He was too hot to just kick back and enjoy it. He grabbed the back of my head with his strong opened hands and pumping into my mouth. He began slowly, but as we both became more comfortable and sure of each other's rhythms the speed pick up. It was as though he'd been suddenly unchained. He stood up so that he could drive himself deeper, never letting go of my head. We bonded, mouth to cock, a virtual fucking machine. All I wanted was to drink from the essence of his being, to feel him gushing his pent up juices into my mouth and down my throat. I felt his balls tighten up, his breathing become more labored and his body tense. Then it happened. His cock swelled and pulsed and he shot. There was almost not enough room for both cock and cum, but I took gulp after gulp. There was no way I was giving up a single drop.

When he'd regained his composure, breath and ability to speak he looked down at me, my mouth still stuffed with his now softening piece. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hot damn, bossman. That was the best head I've ever had, bar none. If that's what you can do on your knees with my britches still on I can't wait to be naked with you in a bed. I hope you liked it as much as I did, cause if so it's my guess neither one of us will ever bitch about working late again."

I slid his cock from my mouth, kissing the head as I did. I looked up at him again and just smiled. But he was right. Naked and in bed made things much more interesting...but that's a whole other story.

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