Jake & Eric's Excellent Adventure - PT. 2

Eric left me alone in his bed just long enough to retrieve some aloe vera gel to rub on my shoulder, I'm not sure that it was the best thing to use before the dirt was washed away. Nevertheless, it was cool and soothing, and the fact that Eric took it upon himself to nurse my wound made me feel cared about. For the exception of my immediate family, I had never felt cared about, and to suddenly be the recipiant of such an emotion was life changing.

It came to me just in the nick of time, and almost felt life saving. Like I was deep underwater, fighting my way towards the surface, and just as my mouth broke the surface of the water, I took in a huge breath of air. One second more, and it would have been all over.

Eric had spent so much of the night apologizing for things that I never held against him, or felt that he was guilty of. I wasn't about to stop him, and I also wasn't about to ask what had caused the 180 degree turn he seemed to be caught up in. I had already decided that I would ask no questions, and just ride this wave of liberation along with him, and for as long as it would last.

Over the last remaining days of school, he actually acknowledged me, and it spread across the campus rather quickly. Still, Eric's long standing reputation preceeded him, and the vast majority of classmates concluded that Eric was a jock sticking up for the weak and helpless, campus queer.

I'm not sure why they call it Grad Nite since it was actually held the night before graduation night, but at any rate, Eric spent the night at my house the night before, and I had to let him know about something that I hoped wouldn't cause a bad reaction. But I thought that it was only right that he knew that my sexuality was not a secret in my house, and as far as my mother was concerned, neither was what we did in his bedroom two nights earlier. As for my dad, I know that he loved me, but he still preferred to utilize the old "don't ask - don't tell" policy when it came to my sexuality. My mother often told her friends and co-workers that I was her favorite son, and the daughter that she never had.

Eric seemed well at ease with whatever I shared with my mom about the two of us. She knew that I was in love with Eric, and was happy when I told her that he had confessed that he was in love with me. Yet, at the same time, she warned me to keep an open mind about Eric's sudden change of heart. It seemed unfair that I had to embrace this new and wonderful relationship with an ounce of skeptasism ready to protect me should Eric suddenly retreat. But I knew that if I let myself go the way that I wanted to, ya know?
To just surrender and hand over my heart completely, I'd never survive the fall should Eric have, as my mom put it, a change of heart.

I just took it minute-by-minute, looking forward to the day that I would feel safe enough to let myself go to Eric completely, and put away the safety net for good. Of course, I had no idea how long this would take, be it a month, several month's, or even a year perhaps. It never occured to me that it would happen as soon, and in the manner in which it did. 

It started with emotions that came to me fast-and-furious, beginning with the reunion between he and my mother. Like myself on the night that Eric invited my into his house, he hadn't stepped foot in my house for an equal amount of time. My mother gave him a big hug seconds after we walked in through the kitchen door together. Suddenly, I felt like the past year had been erased, and it was like everything was back to normal just like it was before Eric removed himself from my life, and our house.

I flashed back to time when I'd be sitting at the kitchen table while my mom stood over the sink, or in front of the stove, and Eric would come through the kitchen door without a knock. It was always like a scene from the movie Groundhog Day, and I could resite their dialog quietly in my head.

"Hey Mrs. C !"

"Eric sweetie! - are you hungry? - let me fix you a sandwich."

"Thanks" or "No thanks" Eric would say depending on his hunger status.

No matter what Eric's choice was, he'd always open up our fridge and grab a Dr. Pepper for himself and a Pepsi for me if I didn't already have one. It was almost a daily event, and I was smart enough to stay in my school clothes until football practice was over. After a few minutes of conversation at the kitchen table, we'd excuse ourselves to my bedroom. There, I would suddenly need to change out of my school clothes and into a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt. I never wore underwear under my shorts, and this would always require the removal of the pair I had on under my pants, in full view of Eric.

In the privacy of my bedroom, Eric and I would have a "Groundhog Day" moment of our own. It was so painfully obvious that I was flaunting my nudity, and that in itself took courage for a guy who was a few months older, yet had a much smaller penis, and still put it on display. Nevertheless, I did and relished in the fact that Eric was the only guy that I intentionally allowed to see my penis for as long as possible. 

I'd strip naked, and then walk around my room from dresser to closet, gathering the itmes that I'd put on in place of the clothing that I had removed.

"Damn Jake! - Either mine is getting bigger, or your's is getting smaller." Eric would say.

"Quiet! - you'll give my penis a complex, and it'll try to show-off." I replied

"And there it goes !" Eric would say as my dick would become plump and begin to ease it's way upward.

"Well that's an improvement, but it's still got a long way to go to catch up to this!" He'd say and pull his half hard dick out of the opening of his boxers. He'd never lower them so that I could see his balls, and I often wondered if they where tiny. Even if he did have little nuts, with a cock as fat as his, I don't think anyone would notice if he even had any balls or not.

Eric only had a little over an inch more then me in length, but the thickness of his dick made it seem like so much more then that. I'd always compliment Eric over his impressive endowment with various comments. My favorite was when I told him that his was probably as big as mine back in junior high. Eric smiled and said:

"Try - back when my parent brought me home from the hospital after I was born!" He snickered.

Then he saw my fake look of embarrassment and reassured me. "Come on Jake, I'm just playing. My dick wasn't as big as your when I was born, get real."

"Well, that makes me feel a little better." I said.

"Good - I'm sure mine wasn't as big as your's until I was at least in kindergarten." Eric said before busting up in a fit of laughter.

We did this day after day for quite a while. But after a year of Eric being, for the most part, out of my life, it was nice to sit there and see him talking to my mom again.

Now, all I could think about was how our first trip back to my bedroom would play out. It had been more then a year since we'd been in there alone together. Just like old times, he spoke to my mom for a few minutes before we excused ourselves to my bedroom.

Before the first minute had passed, I started to take off the clothes that I wore to school, and didn't stop until I was completely naked. Then I got up and set out on my naked journey to find a pair of shorts and a tee-shirt to put on. Except this time, I was fully erect by the time I stood back up. Eric caught me off guard when he told me to turn around.

"Let me he your shoulder, does it still hurt?" He asked.

I walked up to Eric and then turned my back to him so that he could see how my road rash was healing, or so I thought. I felt both of his hands slowly rubbing over my butt cheeks, and then squeezing them before going back to softly rubbing them.

"Fuck Jake! - I'd trade you my dick to have a beautiful ass like this." Eric said.

"Shut Up!" I said.

"I'm serious" Eric said and then pulled my hips downward until I was sitting in his lap. It was oddly arousing to be completely naked, and sitting in the lap of a fully clothed person. Eric said that my road rash was healing very quickly, and he started to plant tiny little kisses over it. At the same time his hands where goraping the front of my body from my pecs, down to the top of my pubic hair. 

"God! you smell good Jake, you're so warm and smooth too." He said.

I just tilted my head back onto his shoulder, and he started kissing me on the cheek and neck while his hands continued to roam all of the front of my body. They even made their way over the top and sides of my legs, and eventually one hand made it's way to my penis. He held it with like a stickshift and used his thumb to smear my oozing precum all over the head of my dick. 

I placed my hands ontop of the one hand he had on my stomach, and quietly enjoyed what he was doing with his other hand to my hard dick. Very, very softly in my ear, I heard Eric whisper "I love you Jake"

That was it, I manuvered myself like a wrestler, and in a flash, I was turned completely around with my legs wrapped around Eric's waist, and my arms around his neck. I leaned forward and planted my lips directly ontop of his and kissed his wildly. I could feel his hands rubbing up and down the length of my back as we kissed. Eric stood up and I stayed glued to him with my legs still around his waist. My 115 pound frame must have felt like nothing compared to Eric's 185 pounds of solidness. He tossed me on my bed like a sack of potatos while he stripped off all of his clothes in a matter of seconds.

Once he was completely naked, he slithered onto the bed and layed face down with his arms snuggling one of my pillows. I layed beside him and ran my hands over the soft coating of fur that covered his butt cheeks. You couldn't tell that Eric had a hairy butt unless you where very close, or saw his butt when it was wet. He said that he hated his big butt and wished that he had an ass like mine. I couldn't understand why a big jock like Eric, or anyone as muscular as he was, would want an ass like a 12-year old boy, which is basically what I had at 18. My ass wasn't the only thing that I had like a 12-year old, but Eric seemed to be more then happy with what I had to offer.

"Lay on me" Eric said. 

I got somewhat of an idea the other night that Eric really liked it when I layed naked ontop of the back of his body. He said that I was the perfect weight and size, and he really liked it when I slept ontop of him like that the other night. He also liked that other thing that I did in that position, and I knew exactly what he was referring to.