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Jamison’s catch.

Eric was beautiful, though he didn’t know it. How do you measure such things when you are just eighteen. He sat alone in his bedroom, thinking. His thoughts weren’t very pleasant, they were confused. Life for Eric was turning out to be one great disappointment. He was worried, frightened, lonely. Of course he was also horny. But then he was eighteen and healthy, how could he be anything but horny.

Eric wished he hadn’t been held been held back in the second grade. He wasn’t stupid, but he’d been sick that year. Missed a lot of school and between his parents and the school they had decided to have him do that year over. Had it not been for that, he’d be graduating this year. Eric didn’t have any big plans for after high school but high school was torture for him and he just wanted it over.

Yes, Eric was worried, frightened, lonely and horny. Though not necessarily all at the same time, those where the primary feelings that went though him in the course of the average day. Certainly one could easily have added more emotions to the list. Being so inclined one might add confusion. Confusion was what Eric was feeling right now.

In his mind Eric wanted a girlfriend. He didn’t understand why he couldn’t get a girlfriend. Almost every boy he knew at school had a girlfriend, why not him. Was there something wrong with how he looked? He looked at himself in the mirror and didn’t like what he saw. He didn’t like what he saw in the mirror not because there was anything wrong with it, but because he assumed there must be something wrong with it. If not, why wouldn’t he have a girlfriend like the other boys.

The image reflected back in the mirror was nothing less than adolescent male perfection. Straight dark hair that seemed alive with color. It didn’t hang limp and lifeless like it did on some boys. It didn’t have that greasy look, that comes from too many hormones and too few showers. It was clean and reasonably well trimmed. Eric’s dark eyes gleamed under the bright black strands of hair that sometimes fell down over them.

Eric’s body was lean and perfectly proportioned. The baby fat was gone, all gone, leaving behind defined muscles that seemed to radiate strength and agility yet still retained some of the softness of boyhood. It was a body that was lean, toned and perfect in a natural way without the hard edge and bulk of those who had to work at it. His skin was perfect and the hair on his body, small, fine and all but invisible. The amount and quality of the hair on Eric’s arms, body and face, was such that it was only noticed in the sense that someone looking at him would know he didn’t have to shave to look like that. One could not achieve that look by shaving, shaving left a look that was too smooth to be natural.

Eric was smooth and beautiful. Everything about him seemed perfect and it seemed to be that way all on its own as if it was that way simply because it was that way and nothing could be done to degrade or improve on it. His shoulders were broader than his hips and his hips broader than his waist by several inches.

Eric had the look of adolescent male perfection. Perfect, but that isn’t what he saw when he looked in the mirror. Eric saw a boy that couldn’t yet grow any facial hair, who’s arms were still a bit thin because they didn’t have the bulk of one who was a body builder. Instead of seeing the beautiful bulge in his jeans as sexy, virile and attractive, when he looked at the bulge in his jeans, Eric was embarrassed. Sure, it looked fine now but all he could think of was how often that thing between his legs sprang to attention at the most inopportune times. In his mind that was probably why he didn’t have a girlfriend.

The girls probably thought he was a freak, popping a boner a hundred times a day, or so it seemed to him. He was sure they all had to notice it. And it always happened when he was around other boys, they had to notice that too. That’s what was worrying Eric, it was at the heart of what was worrying him. Not only didn’t he have a girlfriend like the other guys, buy why did his dick always get hard around the other boys.

God he hoped he wasn’t gay, he didn’t want to be gay. What he wanted was a girlfriend, or so he thought. What Eric didn’t realize was that he only wanted a girlfriend because the other guys had girlfriends. He wanted a girlfriend because it would give him greater status among the other boys. Eric was so worried that he might be gay that he never noticed his attraction to other boys, or he didn’t recognize it for what it was.

Eric didn’t recognize his longing to be desired by other boys and men. He was at that age where he could have had both, or either, had he wanted them, or had he realized that he wanted them. From time to time Eric had actual realization of an attraction to boy’s or men, but he didn’t realize it was who he was. He was afraid of it, like a stray thought of insanity that needed to be driven out before it grabbed hold. When Eric looked in the mirror he didn’t see adolescent male perfection. When Eric looked in the mirror he saw the personification of all his worries and insecurities. He saw everything he wasn’t yet wanted to be.

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Jamison breathed in the evening air and felt his body surging with strength. He felt good, very good. He was comfortable with himself and happy with the world around him. When Jamison looked in the mirror, which wasn’t often, he saw the same thing others saw. A young man, a grown man with a pleasant face, eyes that gleamed and shined with an intriguing mixture of kindness and dangerousness. The intelligence in his eyes was as unmistakable as the strength of his body.

He knew he was a powerful man in more ways than one. What’s more, Jamison new that everyone he met knew it as well. He didn’t have to threaten or intimidate for people to sense his strength. He was much to confident to care if others saw him the way he knew he was and it was that confidence that made it all the less likely that anyone who’s path he crossed could fail to be awed by his presence.

Jamison was the sort of man that radiated power, confidence, and intelligence wherever he went. It was impossible to pass him on the sidewalk without noticing him, without noticing what he was. Still, his presence seldom inspired fear. There wasn’t a thing about Jamison that made people fear him unless they knew they had done something to deserve his wrath and he took the time and trouble to turn his attention to them. When he desired it, his look could back down anyone. He had the look of someone who could consume you body and soul if he wanted to.

Jamison recognized his own perfection without conceit. He simply knew what he was. He knew intimately what others saw in passing. He was a perfect specimen of young adult male perfection. You could pick any stage in a human life and somewhere there was that person who was the perfect image of what that age could be. Realistically, Jamison knew he was the image of that perfection. He was 32 years old, an inch shorter than 6 foot tall, lean and strong. He was so solid, lean and agile that nobody ever guess he weighed all of 210 pounds, but he did, and it was all muscle. The world was his and he knew it. He could have what he wanted.

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Jamison lounged in the cool night air. He was fascinated by what he saw. He knew he was trespassing, but he didn’t care. Who was to stop him. He wasn’t cruel, but he wasn’t exactly patient with people or things that persisted in being an obstacle either. He lay on the soft grass in the back yard of a house on Amherst Street, looking in the window at eye level. The dog in the yard had barked twice. That was one time too many and the dog now lay silent and still near the fence in the back, its neck at an odd angle. Come morning it would welcome the flies that came to feast and spawn. It would pay penance to them for all the times it had snapped at their brethren who had dared fly too close.

As Jamison looked into the window he saw what Eric didn’t. Jamison saw the adolescent male perfection that Eric didn’t recognize. Jamison wanted him and he planned to have him, when he was ready. Just at that moment he was much to content just watching him. There was really no reason to hurry.

Eric looked in the mirror and worried over what he saw. What exactly was it about him that kept the girls away. Jamison could have told him, but he didn’t know Jamison. He didn’t know Jamison was watching him that moment from the night outside his bedroom window in the half basement of the home he’d lived in most of his life. Eric didn’t even know Jamison existed.

Jamison knew of Eric though. And watched him with delight. Eric was one of the best examples of adolescent male perfection he seen recently. Not just physically either. There was something about the failure of the perfect adolescent male to recognize his own perfection that was itself part of that perfection. Of course there were many adolescent boys who looked in the mirror and saw perfection. Like Eric, they too were not seeing what others saw. No, those boys that really possessed the perfection Jamison was looking for, never recognized it. Eric clearly was such a boy.

There was a place in Eric’s mind and body though that could not help but notice what Eric’s conscious mind failed to recognize. It showed itself in the hardening of Eric’s nipples that could be seen through his t-shirt. Eric reached up tentatively, curiously and touched his nipple.

Jamison watched as the bulge in Eric’s jeans suddenly took on new proportions and Eric’s hand was instinctively drawn to the cloth stretching over his hardening dick. Eric realized he had suddenly become hard while looking at his own image in the mirror and he was mortified, yet that didn’t quell his growing lust. He wanted to stop but he knew he wouldn’t as he rubbed the front of his pants.

Eric tried to think of Alison Carson, but images of boys he knew flashed through his mind. He was thinking of Justin and Dennis now, involuntarily. They were both younger than he, yet it was those boys that came to his mind. He tried to pushed the thought from his mind as best he could. It was just wrong, those two boys were just wrong and it was even more wrong for him to think of them when he was jerking off. They were the only two openly gay boys in his high school and they were lovers. They could be seen holding hands and on rare occasions stealing a kiss. Had one of them been a girl most would have described their behavior as rather discreet for high school students. They would have been thought of as a cute pair. But with both of them being boys they were both thought to be publicly flaunting being gay.

Had Eric taken the trouble to get to know them he would have found out that they were both nice boys, very nice boys. The fact was that, strictly speaking, neither one of them was really gay. They didn’t think of themselves as gay, and neither of them had been attracted to boys, that is until they had met one another. Even now their attraction was limited to each other without ever a thought of other boys.

They had both come to that high school from different junior high’s, and when they had met at high school they had instantly fallen in love with one another. It was a shock and a surprise to both of them but it was too strong to ignore. It was also too obvious for anyone else to ignore.

The reality of it was that neither Justin nor Dennis were shocked or surprised when it first happened. The shock and surprise didn’t come until others started to notice and parents, teachers, school counselors and other students started to confront them about it. Until then it had felt so natural that they hadn’t even noticed that others saw how close and affectionate they were with each other and didn’t necessarily approve. They could have told you they were in love had they stopped to think about it, which they hadn’t.

The boy’s realization that they were in love started when Justin’s father drove over to confront Dennis’ parents. His wife reluctantly accompanied him. The boys had been friends for awhile and their parents were not exactly strangers to each other. Both men began accusing the other of having a son that was a fag and trying to corrupt his own son. Finally the mothers intervened and told the two to stop it. Whatever was going on, neither of them was to blame and there was nothing to indicate that either of the boys was taking advantage of the other. Whatever was going on between them was clearly mutual. It was agreed the mothers would get the two boys together and talk to them about what was going on as soon as possible.

Justin’s mother took him over to Dennis’ house. Dennis’ father was out. Actually Dennis’ father was over at Justin’s house with Justin’s father and the two fathers were nervously grilling hotdogs and drinking beer and doing their best not to talk about what was on their minds.

Their mothers were in the kitchen at Justin’s house while the boys played happily in the back yard. They were both almost 15 years old. The ladies called them into the house. They came running and as they did, with a complete lack of self consciousness they took each others hand. “Yeah, mom, what is it,” They both asked.

The two ladies had them sit down at the kitchen table. They had a long talk that started when they asked the boys if they were gay, which they both denied. Neither boy was clear about why their mothers would think they were gay. A long talk ensued.

“What does it mean to be gay, Justin,” his mother asked. She was clearly addressing both boys. A stranger listening might have been totally confused, both boys would address either woman as mom but it seemed very clear to the four of them. They were all four talking to one another and it didn’t matter.

Dennis answered, “Gay is an informal word for homosexual that is considered less offensive than fag or queer. It describes someone who is sexually attracted, exclusively, to members of the same sex.”

The conversation continued. There was a puzzled look that went around the table, first in was on the boy’s face and then on the ladies. Finally the boys explained that neither of them had a particular same sex attraction for other boys. Neither of them were particularly turned on by boys, or girls for that matter. They just knew they were in love with each other and they didn’t know how it had happened or why as neither of them were gay. Neither of them could remember ever having looked on another boy with lust, or ever having lustful thoughts about another boy. They knew somewhere deep inside them they were sexually attracted to one another, but that was just sort of a side effect of being in love and not the other way around.

They all got in the car and drove over to the other house where the men were grilling and drinking beer. The conversation continued. Both men were honestly trying to come to terms with what their wives and son’s were saying to them.

“Sorry boys, but I just can’t get around it. It seems like you’re a couple of queers to me,” said Dennis’ father.

Neither boy seemed particularly troubled by his statement. It was as if they knew their parents, their fathers particularly, would have trouble understanding. They expected it because they didn’t really understand it themselves. When they spoke it was as if the two boys were one, they called each man dad as if both men were the fathers of both of them.

“Dad, we’re really sorry. We didn’t mean to embarrass you or make you angry. We’re not gay, not really. Not the way you think of it. We just fell in love with each other. We couldn’t help it. It just happened. We weren’t out looking for it, either of us. We weren’t looking to fall in love. We weren’t out looking for another boy or a girl. We were just going along in life until we met and it happened. It just happened. If something were to happen to either of us, I don’t think the other would be out looking for another boy. I just don’t know what happened. I just know that we have something special.”

Eventually their families came to accept the boys were in love with one another and nothing could change that. Sure they could have separated them, come between them, put a stop to it. But they chose not to. Instead they chose to support them. They didn’t really understand how two boys that weren’t gay, their two boys, could fall so in love with one another but they accepted it.

To everyone else the boys were gay. The boys knew that’s how people saw them but they gave up trying to explain and just went along.

In his mind, Eric despised Justin and Dennis, or thought he did. He might have become friends with them had he not been too worried to be thought of as gay. Everyone at his school avoided the two boys but they didn’t seem to mind. They were too happy to have each other to care.

Eric admired their courage. He didn’t admit it to himself but he was jealous of them both because they had one another and he was alone. But he couldn’t accept that maybe what he wanted was another boy, or that another boy or a man might be what he was looking for and able to give him what he was missing.

All Eric knew at that moment was that he couldn’t help running his hand over the hard stiff spot on the front of his pants and he knew it was very bad that the two gay boys same to his mind at such a time.

Jamison watched as nature took it’s course. He knew what he would see if nothing happened to intervene. There was no way on earth that Eric would be able to stop himself now until he had spilled his seed. Short of an intervening circumstance, such as his mother barging in on him, it was inevitable. Eric didn't realize he was being watched from the darkness.

Eric wanted to stop masturbating. He wanted to stop and start over later. It wasn’t that he didn’t like to jerk off, he loved it, the physical part of it at least, the physical pleasure. But he just knew he’d gotten off to a bad start. It was just bad luck for him for it to happen like this with the thought of boys in his head. He wondered if this was the sort of thing that turned people gay, letting themselves think of boys when they were masturbating. He didn’t want to be gay.

He wanted to stop, to let himself get soft, to let the excitement fade. Then he wanted to start thinking of girls and then to get hard and start jerking off again. He wanted to get off while thinking of girls, but here he was getting off and there seemed to be no way he could turn his thoughts to girls now. His thoughts were on boys and he could neither stop them, change them or prevent himself from reaching his hand into his pants.

Jamison watched. He enjoyed this part. He enjoyed watching a boy that couldn’t help but give in to his own lust. When the time was right, just right, he would move. He could intervene. But the timing had to be just right. There was maybe a window of a second, perhaps two. If it was missed it was too late. He’d missed it before, but he didn’t mind. If he missed it again he would just wait for another night. The truth was he never missed it by accident. He missed it because he just wasn’t ready yet.

Sometimes he just wanted to watch, watch and wait. When he was ready he wouldn’t miss it. When he was ready his timing would be perfect. Then, that moment, as Eric reached his hand down into his pants, Jamison decided he was ready. It would be tonight. Tonight he would have Eric. He would take him, he would do him right. He looked at the boy and envied him. He envied him the experience he was about to have, the once in a lifetime experience.

Jamison left the window. He walked down the steps and silently slipped this tools into the lock. The door opened to him with a barely audible click. The room was dark. He moved around until he could see Eric in the other room through the open doorway.

He watched as Eric became even more caught up in the pleasure. Eric sat down in a chair, a big cushy chair. He unfastened his pants and pulled them down around his ankles. He was rubbing his boner through the white cotton of his briefs. It was clear that in a moment he would pull those down too. Then he did.

Jamison watched Eric as he freed his boner from the constraints of his underwear. His dick was the only thing on Eric that wasn’t in perfect proportion to the rest of his body, or so it seemed. When it was out, and stiff, it made him look so much younger and smaller in comparison. Not that it was the stiff little boner of a boy younger than Eric, just the opposite. He just looked so young and small in comparison to the size of his stiff dick. His hand looked so small stroking up and down on his huge cock. He couldn’t close his fingers around it. It looked neglected as if it deserved, needed to be, touched on more of its surface than Eric’s hand could manage at one time. It was almost with relief that Jamison saw Eric put his other hand on his cock at the same time.

Watching Eric pump up and down on his cock with both hands made the size of his cock stand out even more. It seemed to get even larger as he stroked it. He could have easily tipped his head forward and started licking or sucking on the end of his cock.

Jamison could see that Eric was too engrossed in jerking his own cock to be aware of anything outside what he was experiencing. He was caught up in the pleasure of the moment.

All feelings of guilt or worry had fled from Eric’s mind. He had both hands stroking up and down his 10 inch pole. His mind was filled with the pleasure of what he was doing. He had given up trying to banish from his mind the thoughts of a boy at his school. There was one boy in particular that always came to his mind when he was jerking off, when he was nearing orgasm.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, like always, he was thinking that next time it would be different. Next time he would start thinking of some of the pretty girls at his school before he started jerking off. Next time he would be absorbed with thoughts of Alison. But right now he was thinking of Dwayne Perkins, and it felt too good to stop, too good to care.

Eric was thinking of Dwayne jerking off and wondering how or if Dwayne jerked off. He wasn’t experienced enough to know or realize that all boys his age jerked off. He wasn’t thinking of doing anything particular with Dwayne, but thoughts of him filled his mind as he felt his orgasm approaching.

Eric had just reached the point of no return when he felt himself being touched. And then he was there, in front of him, and suddenly he could think of nothing but his approaching orgasm and the man he saw in front of him, Jamison.

He’d never seen him before but at that moment, though startled by his sudden appearance, was suddenly captivated by what he saw. He didn’t think about where he had come from or how he had gotten there. All he thought about was how he wanted him, and more importantly he wanted the man to want him. It was all associated in his mind with the feeling of sexual pleasure that he could not escape, could not ignore.

The man was touching him, pushing his hands away from his cock, and he was letting him. He had something in his hands that he was slipping over the his stiff dick. It was brass colored and looked like a ring of some sort. He brought the ring down over the length of his cock and pulled his balls through the ring as well. All he could do was to look into the man’s face and eyes.

Then he felt it happening, he felt his insides tighten up and he felt the orgasm starting as the man pushed a small button on the side of the ring. It started tightening immediately, quickly. The ring had grabbed his skin and didn’t let go as it tightened on the base of his cock. pulling the skin with it.

Then Eric started to cum. His seed was shooting out in great spurts, he’d never felt an orgasm this powerful before and it was all wound up in the sight of the man. Then Eric felt a sharp pain that pierced deep into him. The spurts of cum stopped shooting from the end of his dick but the orgasm continued. He looked on with awe and shock as he watched his cock and balls separate from his body yet the orgasm continued. He looked down at where his cock had been and saw a tight knot of brass where the ring had closed completely.

He wanted to cry out but his throat made no sound. He looked over at his once stiff cock that was now separated from him. How strange it looked, leaking blood and cum from the wrong end as it quickly deflated. The man picked it up and held it in front of him.

Jamison felt his own cum shooting into his pants. Oh god, he thought, there is nothing quite as good as taking a boy this way. He put boy’s cock to his mouth and took a big bite. He looked down at the two tubes protruding from the ring where the boy’s cock had been. Blood was leaking from one and cum mixed with urine was pouring from the other. By the time the last of the boy’s cum had stopped issuing from the end of the tube Jamison had finished consuming the boy’s cock. He could see the shock on the boy’s face and knew there would be no resistance for the next few minutes. It may be as long as an hour or two before the boy recovered.

Jamison took Eric by the hand and pulled him from the chair. He pulled up the boys underwear and pants and led him from the house, out through the yard and into his car. In only a few minutes he had Eric back at his own house where he undressed him and laid him down on the bed.

“What are you doing,” Eric managed to say, as though in a trance.

“Hush boy, you’re mine now,” Jamison replied. He lifted the boys legs onto his shoulders. His own cock was stiff again. He coated it with lubricant and entered the boys ass.

“Oh, god, oh my god,” Eric kept moaning over and over as Jamison fucked him until they both had another orgasm. Blood was dripping from the one tube. Having that tube in was messy, but allowing the blood to drain would keep the boy from swelling. Tomorrow he would be able to remove the tube that drained the blood. 2 days after that and the skin that had been drawn up by the ring would be healed together and he could remove the ring. Another few days and he could pull out the other tube without concern that it would close up leave the boy unable to urinate.

Until then it would be messy. When he’d finished fucking the boy he put him in a diaper to catch the fluids dripping from the two tubes. He wondered if the boy would be one of the ones who never regained the ability to control his urine, if he would have to keep him in diapers. Only time would tell.

Jamison laid down on the bed with the boy. He could see the boy was in shock. He kissed him but Eric didn’t kiss him back. Jamison didn’t mind, that would come later when the boy recovered. He gave the boy a shot, and covered him with a blanket.

Eric had no idea what had just happened to him. The man had come from nowhere and seemingly with some kind of magic had taken off his cock and balls when he was in the middle of an orgasm and had eaten them before his eyes. What a strange dream, what a good dream, it was so incredible, so odd, so intense. He hoped he could dream like that again.

“What happened to my cock and balls,” Eric heard himself asking. “Why did you eat them?”

“Shhh, boy. You don’t need them anymore. You’re mine now. Sleep.”

Eric slept.

© 2010, by Simple Simon