Date: Tue, 12 Feb 2013 01:45:49 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 1

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 1 – The Encounter.

I had just purchased a home in the country, but it wasn't because I was
fascinated by the bucolic splendor of the area, nor was I antisocial.  I
bought the property because it was the only way I felt I could control my
urges.  You see, I'm attracted to boys.  Not real little boys, but boys
still below the age of consent, and I knew the only way to prevent myself
from slipping up and giving in to these urges would be to isolate myself,
so there would be nothing to tempt me.  You see, I didn't trust myself to
be able to resist the urges I was feeling, even though I had never acted on
them so far, but I felt my only hope to keep that record intact was to
prevent myself from being tempted.

I know you're probably thinking that no matter what I did, I couldn't
prevent myself from running into boys at some time or another, but I had
that worked out too.  I didn't have to go in to work, because I'm a writer,
so I can work from home.  Even shopping wasn't going to be a factor,
because I would do most of that at the local 24-hour Wal-Mart, after
midnight, when it was far less likely that I would run into anyone
underage.  What items I couldn't find there, I could order online, so I
thought I had all of the bases covered.

It sounded like a good plan, and one that would work for me, so I looked
around until I found a house in the middle of nowhere and bought it.  It
was a nice house, and it even had many luxuries that made it appealing, but
the best part about it was that the nearest neighbors were a half-mile to a
mile away.  Now, I could relax, enjoy myself, do my work and not worry
about anything else... or so I thought.

I hadn't even been in the house for a week when I heard the doorbell ring
one afternoon.  At first, I suspected it was the UPS man delivering a
package from my literary agent or bringing something I had ordered online,
but when I got to the front door, there stood an incredibly handsome young
man.  He was probably around twelve or thirteen years old, shirtless, and
wearing only a pair of very skimpy shorts, running shoes and a very large,
disarming grin.  He also had jet- black hair, clear crystal blue eyes and a
lean, sensuous boy body.  He was probably about 5' 3" or 5' 4" tall and
weighed in at maybe one hundred twenty- five pounds, but he had long
muscular legs, a tight tummy and an adorable little bubble butt.

"Hi, mister," he said in greeting, while flashing me a huge, heart-melting
grin.  "Did you just move in here?"

I didn't respond to him right away, because I was so taken by his beauty.
Instead, I just stood there and gawked at his nearly naked form.  I don't
know if he understood what I was doing, but he continued to smile at me,
until I was finally able to open my mouth and answer him.

"Yes, I just moved in about a week ago," I confirmed.

"I thought so.  This place has been empty for about a year, so I was
surprised when I saw the lights on a couple of days ago," he informed me,
while still grinning.  "I just live up the road, with my mother and little
brother.  My name is Jared."

To my surprise, he didn't seem to be the least bit bothered by the length
of time it had taken me to respond.

"Hi, Jared.  I'm Robert, but my friends all call me Bob," I told him,
answering a little more quickly this time.  "Glad to meet you."

"Thanks, and I'm glad to meet you too," he told me, as he reached out his
hand to shake.  "Do you have a wife or kids?"

That question might have been my clue to figuring out what he was doing
here.  I think he was hoping to find a playmate, but he'd find none here.

"Sorry.  I live alone," I told him, but his smile didn't seem to dim.

"That's ok.  I was just wondering," he responded, nonplussed.  "This is a
real nice house, much nicer than ours."

"Well, I'm sure you have a nice home too, even if mine might be a little
fancier," I countered, while trying to remain positive.

"I guess," he answered, simply.

"Was there a reason you stopped by?" I asked, in an attempt to clarify the
situation.

As of yet, I still had no idea as to why he had rung my doorbell, other
than to possibly see if any kids lived here.  He also didn't leave after he
found out there weren't, so maybe he had another reason for stopping by.
He didn't seem to be selling anything and wasn't carrying anything with him
that I could see.

"Well, I just wanted to see who was living here, and ask if you had any
work you needed done," he finally told me.

"No, I can't think of anything right now," I replied, but he didn't appear
discouraged by my answer.

"I can mow lawns, dig holes, mend fences, rake leaves, shovel snow in the
winter and do a lot of other things.  I'm pretty handy," he continued,
undeterred.

"I'll bet you are," I agreed.

Unfortunately, my mind was already thinking of several other things he
could do for me, but these were activities he had probably never
considered.  Since my mind was drifting in this direction, I decided it
would probably be best for him if he left, before I decided to act upon
these impulses, so I tried to give him a gentle brush-off.

"Thing is, I can't think of anything that needs to be done right now," I
replied.

"That's ok, but if you should ever need help, I just live up the road, in
the first house on the right," he informed me, while pointing in that
direction.  "You can call me or just stop by and let me know what you need,
because I'll be happy to help.  You see, my mom has to work two jobs just
for us to get by and I want to make some money, so I can give it to her.
Maybe then she won't have to work so hard, because she's always tired.  Why
don't I give you my telephone number, so you can call me when you need
help?"

He looked very anxious to be able to do this, and to tell you the truth,
his comment about doing this to help his mother had touched my heart.

"Ok, let me get a pen and a piece of paper to write it down," I offered.

I moved across the room to get the required items, but I think I was doing
this more to humor him, rather than to have his number to call.  When I
came back, he recited it to me and I wrote it down, but I wasn't sure if
I'd ever really use it.  I already knew I was very attracted to this young
boy and didn't want to put myself in a situation where I might do something
I would regret later, such as taking the chance that I might physically,
emotionally or psychologically harm this cute kid.  Due to these factors,
I'd already made up my mind that it would be best if I kept my distance
from him, so as soon as I finished copying his number down, I thanked him
and explained that I had to get back to what I was doing.

"Is it something I can help with?" he asked, looking hopeful.

He wasn't being pushy, just adorably persistent, so I found myself
beginning to admire his determination.

"No, I work from home, so it's for my job and there's nothing you can help
me with," I assured him.

His body language told me he was disappointed, but his smile never faded.
No matter how much I thought it would be in his best interest to leave, I
could feel my willpower slowly weakening.

"Jared, I'll let you know if there is anything I need help with, but you'd
better get going now," I urged.  "I'm sure your mother is wondering where
you are."

"She's not even home.  She's still at work," he responded.  "She's a
waitress at the diner during the day and then she comes home and fixes our
supper so she can eat it with us before she goes to the 'Hitching Post' to
tend bar at night."

He didn't look sad telling me this and it just seemed to be a
matter-of-fact observation about the way things were.

"Wow, that sounds like a pretty tough schedule," I confessed.  "I guess you
don't get to see each other very much then."

"She's home Tuesday night and all day Sunday, so that's when my brother and
I get to see her for a little while, but not for too long," he confirmed.
"She usually has other things to do around the house then, even though my
brother and I do the dishes, laundry and help keep the house clean."

"I see and I'm glad you boys help her," I responded.

I didn't know what else to say, but I was already beginning to think about
giving in and allowing him do some simple tasks around the house for me.

"How much were you looking to make?" I asked now, against my better
judgment.

His face lit up before he answered and it appeared as if he thought he
might have won this round.

"Anything would help," he answered.  "I just want to make enough so my mom
won't have to work so many nights at the bar."

That did it.  His last comment had broken my will, so now I knew I was
going to end up letting him help me around the house.  I quickly decided
that I'd let him do the outdoor work, so we wouldn't actually be spending a
lot of time together while he was here.  I'd only be near him when I showed
him what to do and when I paid him.  Although I knew this would still be
risky, even with only this limited amount of contact, I'd decided he was
worth it.

"Have you ever mowed a large lawn before?" I asked, and he flashed me an
enormous grin.

"Yes, I mow our lawn all the time," he assured, beaming from ear to ear.

"And what type of lawnmower do you use?" I followed, while thinking about
how large my lawn actually was.

"We have the regular push type," he confirmed.

"Have you ever used a lawn tractor?" I pressed, knowing he'd probably die
out there if he tried to use a basic lawnmower to do the job.

As soon as he'd heard my question, his eyes widened.  He obviously knew
what I was talking about, but I got the distinct feeling he'd never
operated one before.

"No, never, but I can learn," he assured me.  "Or I can just bring our
lawnmower down and use it to cut your grass."

It was obvious that he looked worried that I might change my mind now,
seeing he hadn't used a lawn tractor before.

"This yard is far too large to use a push mower on," I informed him, "so
I'd have to teach you how to use the lawn tractor.  How old are you,
anyway?"

He swallowed hard and I could tell he was unsure about how he should answer
this.  I think he felt if he was honest, it might cost him the job, but I
think he realized that if he lied to me and I discovered the fact later,
then I'd never let him work for me again.  Therefore, he decided to tell me
the truth.

"I'm fourteen, but I'll be fifteen real soon," he stated.  "I know you have
to be sixteen to drive, but this is only a small tractor.  Would that be
ok?"

He had a very concerned look on his face at the moment and I realized how
badly I had misjudged his age.  He really looked to be much younger than
he'd told me, so I wasn't sure if he was just a late-bloomer or just
stretching the truth a bit.  However, judging from his concerned reaction,
I believed him to be honest and didn't think it was worth making a major
issue over.  I had been leaning toward giving in to him anyway, even before
I learned how old he was, so I hired him.

"Yes, that's fine, but I don't have the time to train you right this
moment," I admitted.  "Do you think you could come back tomorrow to learn?"

That huge grin suddenly returned to his face.

"Sure.  What time?" he wondered.

"What time is good for you?" I countered, giving him the option.

"Anytime, cuz we're on summer vacation," he explained.

"But don't you have to watch your little brother?" I followed.

"Nah, he's ten, so he can watch himself," he replied.

"Doesn't he worry when you're gone?" I followed.

"Nah, we both do pretty much whatever we want," he confirmed.  "He has a
friend who lives a couple of miles away and they usually get together most
of the time, but he has other friends he spends time with too.  We just
don't hang out with each other all that much though, because he's with
them."

"Don't you have friends of your own that you hang out with then?" I
pressed, thinking I didn't want to ruin his summer vacation.

"There's nobody my age that lives close by," he answered.  "Sometimes I
hang out with my brother and his friends, just for something to do, but
they're kind of young and I don't usually like the things they do."

"Like what?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, they like to play soldier or super hero, and that's too babyish for
me," he responded.  "Sometimes we play ball, if we can find enough other
guys to get together with, but that doesn't happen very often.  They also
play a lot of video games too, but I get bored with that after a while."

"Ah, I see," I stated, since I didn't really know what else to say.

"Besides, I need to find a job, so I can make money," Jared continued.

"So I've heard," I teased.  "Ok, you show up tomorrow morning and I'll
teach you how to use my lawn tractor.  I imagine the lawn will take at
least a couple of hours to mow, so it won't be quick or easy.  Do you still
want the job?"

"Yes!  Of course," he replied, enthusiastically, while almost jumping up
and down with excitement.  "I'll be here real early."

"Not too early, Jared.  I like to sleep until 8:00 or so," I confessed.
"Why don't you just plan on being here around 9:00?  That will give me time
to have breakfast before you show up, unless you'd care to join me?"

"No, that's ok," he quickly stated.  "We have breakfast with our mom before
she leaves for work.  I'll see you around 9:00 then."

Jared was still smiling, as he turned around and walked down my driveway
toward the road, when I saw him abruptly stop and lift up an old beat up
bicycle.  He immediately jumped on the seat and began pedaling back up the
road, heading toward his house.  Damn, he was cute and I knew that being
around him would tempt me to my limits, so I'd have to muster up all the
strength that I had to resist those urges.  So much for my great plan!

Even though I was working on my writing for the remainder of the day, I
often found my thoughts drifting back to Jared.  I kept picturing his
gorgeous face and awesome body, and this made me realized how very
difficult it was going to be for me to teach him to drive my lawn tractor
without giving in to one of my fantasies.  It certainly wasn't going to be
easy, but I was determined not to put myself in any compromising situations
or place my freedom in jeopardy by giving in and acting on my desires.  I
was determined to help this kid and enjoy the eye- candy, without doing
anything that might harm either of us in any way.

The rest of that day seemed to stretch on forever!  Since my mind was
consumed with thoughts of Jared, I didn't get an awful lot of work done.
Whatever I did finish, I was sure it wasn't up to my normal standards, so
I'd probably have to rewrite nearly everything I had written today.  After
thinking about this for a few more minutes, I finally gave up on trying to
accomplish anything more and spent the rest of my time planning on how I
would deal with Jared the following day.  It seemed simple enough and I
thought I had everything worked out in my head, but it seems as if I've
said that before, haven't I?  Hopefully, this time things would go the way
I'd planned.

That night, I even saw Jared in my dreams and pictured him mowing my lawn,
but he was riding on my lawn tractor totally naked.  During this vision, I
was imagining every tiny detail of his body, including how he was hung, the
color and shape of his pubic patch and even whether he was circumcised or
not.  It was a very sensual dream, so I got highly aroused, and before I
woke up I managed to have a major nocturnal emission.

Without realizing what had happened until the following morning, I'd ended
up spewing my seed all over my bedding and myself, so when I woke up and
got out of bed, I cleaned up the mess and dressed, before I removed all of
the soiled bedding and threw it in the laundry hamper.  Once that had been
taken care of, I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a couple of eggs, two
English muffins and a few strips of bacon.  Once they were done, I put
everything together and made a couple of breakfast sandwiches, which were
similar to the type you might get at a fast-food restaurant, and ate them.

I had just finished downing the last of my second sandwich and was starting
to clean up the mess when the doorbell rang.  It was like music from
heaven, because it let me know that my little angel had arrived.  I
hurriedly took care of what remained to be done, so I could get to the door
and open it.  Unconsciously, I was holding my breath, as I swung the door
inward and looked forward to seeing him again.  There he was, the beautiful
little god, the one who had given me so much pleasure the night before in
my dreams.  He once again had an ear-to-ear grin plastered across his face
and seemed to be glowing in the soft, morning light.

"Hi, Bob.  I'm ready for you to teach me how to use your tractor," he
announced, as soon as I opened the door.

He stood there wearing the same outfit he had on yesterday, or at least one
very similar to it, which meant he only had on a pair of skimpy shorts and
his athletic shoes.  I wasn't sure if he had done this to be comfortable or
to make himself more appealing to me, although I'm not sure that would have
been necessary, or even possible.  I quickly wondered if maybe he was
trying to get a 'rise' out of me, but then it was possible this was just
the way he normally dressed for this time of year.  Whatever the reason,
that look did elicit certain responses on my part, some of which I was
trying desperately to conceal at this point.

"Ok, head out to the shed out back and I'll meet you there shortly," I
directed him.  "There's one more thing I need to do first, before I join
you."

At this point, he quickly glanced down at my crotch and flashed me a
devilish grin, which let me know my efforts to conceal the problem had not
been successful.  As soon as he turned to make his way around to the back,
I shut the door and readjusted myself, while hoping the monster in my pants
would go back to sleep before I went out to meet up with Jared again.
Eventually, it cooperated and I felt I could go outside and teach Jared
what he needed to know.

Instead of going around the house as he had done, I walked through the
interior and made my way to the back door, so I could head out to join him.
As I made my way toward the shed, I saw Jared already standing there,
patiently waiting for me to join him.  I unlocked and opened the
double-doors to the shed, moved inside and hopped on the tractor seat.
When I started the engine, it roared to life, so I quickly drove it out of
the shed, because it was generating a great deal of exhaust in that
enclosed area.  As I pulled into the sunshine and came to a stop, I quickly
began to explain to Jared what he would need to know in order to operate
the tractor.  He watched everything I did and listened to every word I told
him, and then I hopped off the seat to let him take over.

Almost right from the very start, Jared began to do things incorrectly.
First of all, he started off in too high of a gear and gave it too much
gas, so he was going way too fast.  If that wasn't bad enough, he also
forgot to engage the mower, so nothing was being cut.  Frustrated, I
screamed for him to stop, so he slammed on the brake and skidded to a halt,
thus managing to leave some ruts in the process.  I walked over to the lawn
tractor and reached in to turn the engine off, so we could talk.  Jared
looked scared and very upset at this point.

"I'm sorry," he whined, before I had a chance to say a word.

It was obvious that he was worried about how I was going to react, as he
stared at the marks he left in the yard.  I was about to respond, but he
didn't give me the chance.

"I'll fix those and even out the ruts for you," he continued, "so you won't
even know they were ever there."

"Hey, it's ok," I offered, in a soothing voice.  "You're out here to learn,
and while you're doing that you sometimes make mistakes.  It's not a big
deal, but listen up and I'll explain what you did wrong."

He seemed to relax a little after I'd said this, because I think he'd been
worried that I was going to fire him even before he had done anything to
earn some money.  Instead, I reassured him that this wasn't the case and
began to instruct him all over again.

"Why don't you watch me do a little of the lawn first, just so I can show
you how it's done," I suggested.

He nodded and hopped off the tractor, so I could get on.  I started the
engine again, put the lawn tractor in the next to lowest gear and mowed the
first swath across the lawn.  When I pulled up next to him again, I stopped
the tractor and got off, so he could take another try at it.

Even though I had told him to use a lower gear, he still put it in one of
the higher gears, although not the same one as before, and gave it too much
gas again.  He also released the brake too quickly, although his foot may
have merely slipped off the pedal, but the result was that he nearly popped
a wheelie and had to struggle so he didn't get thrown off the rear of the
tractor.  I signaled him to stop again, but this time he did so without
causing as much damage as before.  Once he had turned the engine off, I
began to explain how to do this one more time and show him each thing he
had done wrong.

"I couldn't really see what you were doing the last time," he informed me,
before offering another suggestion.  "Why don't you get on the tractor with
me, so I can see how you do it.  I really tried to watch you when you drove
off, but you were soon too far away for me to see very much."

"Well, that idea might work better," I responded, "but I'm just not sure
how we'd do it."

"How about if we do it like some men teach their sons how to drive," he
offered.  "You can sit on the seat, with me sitting between your legs, and
then you can show me how to do it as we go along."

"Well, the seat isn't very big, so that might not be possible," I replied.

"We can both squeeze on it, or I can just sit on your lap," he countered.
"I don't think we're going to need to do it for very long, so it shouldn't
be too bad."

He seemed determined to do it this way and it might actually be easier to
instruct him in this manner.  Although it might not be comfortable, I
suppose I could sit atop the slight rim that runs along the back and sides
of the seat, so I agreed.  Hearing my answer, Jared flashed me another
smile, but this one had me puzzled.  This grin was slightly different and
seemed to indicate that possibly there was more to it than just that he was
pleased that I'd agreed.  Regardless, I climbed onto the seat, sat behind
him and tried to make sure we were both comfortable.  Then I had him start
the engine and guided his hand, as I showed him which gear to use, before I
helped him engage the mower and showed him how much gas to give it.  Once
he had done all of these things, we slowly started to mow the area next to
the strip I had mowed previously, as I instructed him about how to line the
mower up, so he didn't leave any uncut gaps.  This time, he did much
better, so I only had to offer a few additional suggestions as we went a
long.

I know my lawn is not entirely smooth or level, but I didn't think it was
quite as bumpy as Jared made it seem.  As we drove around, he kept bouncing
up and down in the seat, which caused his butt to rub up and down the
length of my cock, so within a very short time I had developed another
raging boner.  I imagined he could probably feel it, but he continued to
slide up and down against it, which didn't help to alleviate my condition.
I tried to slide back on the seat and move away from him, but every time I
did, he would just slide back even farther on the seat and continued to
stroke my erection with his backside.  I was getting close to blowing my
load, so I told him to stop the tractor and let me off.  After I gave
myself a few seconds to regain my composure, so I wouldn't cream my
underwear, I told him he was ready to try it on his own again.  I thought
I'd caught him looking at my crotch as I got off of the tractor, and he
flashed me another devilish grin, so I began to wonder if he had done all
of this on purpose.  If he had, then he's going to be more of a problem to
deal with than I'd first thought.

As he continued to mow the lawn, I stood there for a few minutes and
monitored his progress.  My erection had totally subsided now, so I didn't
have to worry about him noticing it any longer, and I was pleased to see
that he was now doing a very good job.  As he approached me for the seventh
or eighth time, I signaled him to stop and advised him he was doing well
enough to continue on his own, so I was going to go inside and get back to
my own job.

Although he seemed disappointed when he heard what I planned to do, he
nodded his understanding and I walked into the house.  Even though I was no
longer out there with him, I continued to monitor his progress and watched
him from several different windows.  I continually moved from one to
another, because I wanted to make sure that he didn't see me doing this,
while at the same time making certain that he wasn't having any difficulty
with this task.  I certainly didn't want to take the chance that he might
get injured, so this way I could observe what he was doing and would be
able to run outside quickly to assist him, if need be, while at the same
time not allowing him to think that I didn't trust him.

As I watched his progress, my mind kept racing back over what he had done
to me when I rode on the lawn tractor with him.  I even began to wonder if
he might have been doing it on purpose, meaning he might possibly be having
thoughts of doing the same types of things I was.  After considering this
for a few minutes, I knew I could never allow anything like that to happen,
even if it was his intention, so I forced those thoughts from my mind.  I
calculated that I had much more to lose than I would gain, meaning it
wasn't worth it for me to take that kind of risk, so I tried not to think
about it.  Besides, he probably wasn't really interested in someone as old
as me, since I was in my mid-thirties, and he probably wasn't even gay and
just making sport of me, so he could keep the job after that dreadful
start.

As tempting as the idea of doing anything like that was, I realized I could
never give in to my desires, so I had to try to purge those ideas from my
mind.  This was not going to be an easy thing to do, especially since I
continued to have these thoughts as I watched him do his job, but as hard
as it might be to pull off, I knew I had no other option but to avoid
further contact with him.

Jared was nearly halfway through his job now, so I took a soda out to him,
because it was hot out and I figured he might be getting thirsty.  He
smiled when he saw me approach and his grin broadened when I lifted the
soda can, to show him what I had for him.  He stopped the tractor, took the
drink and thanked me for bringing it out to him, before he began to rapidly
down it.  When I saw how quickly he was consuming it, I told him to slow
down, because I knew it wasn't good to drink something that cold so fast on
such a hot day.

Doing something like that could trigger his regurgitation reflex and there
were documented instances where a person had died from this occurring.  It
happened because the person began to vomit while he continued to drink and
swallow, and seeing the two processes were moving in opposite directions,
this made it impossible for him to breath or clear his airway.  I didn't
want anything like that to happen to Jared, so I made him stop, catch his
breath and then continue at a much slower pace.  After he finished his
drink, I asked him if he wanted another, but he said that was plenty, so I
advised him to just come to the house later, if he decided that he wanted
something more.  He thanked me again, restarted the mower and went back to
work.  I have to admit, he seemed to be a fairly dedicated worker, no
matter what his age.

It took him another hour or so before he finished mowing the lawn, so when
I heard the doorbell ring, I assumed he had completed the task.  I went to
the answer it and he was standing there, with the perspiration running down
his body in sheets.  I didn't realize the temperature had risen so high
while he had been out there working, so now I felt badly that I had left
him out there to work in the midday heat.

I immediately asked him if he wanted another drink, and he said after he
put the lawn tractor away, but he wanted me to show him how to do it.  I
told him that I'd do it later, but he insisted it was part of his job and
he would need to know how to do it for the future, so I finally gave in and
went out with him.  Once I showed him where it was supposed to go and how
to put the tractor in reverse to back it in, he did it for me, but not
without some difficulty.  It took him a few tries to accomplish this task
and he banged into the shed a couple of times in the process, so he
apologized profusely whenever he did this, but he never did any serious
damage to the tractor or the shed.  All in all, I thought he had done
fairly well for his first attempt.  After the shed was closed and locked up
again, I invited him into the house for a drink and he eagerly followed me
into the kitchen.

Once we were inside, I got us both a soda out of the fridge and handed him
one.  We quickly opened them and began to drink, so I decided to comment
about how much he'd been sweating.  He looked at me, and then glanced down
at the chair he was sitting on, and then he jumped to his feet, because he
was suddenly concerned that he was getting it all wet from his
perspiration.  When I realized why he had jumped up, I told him not to
worry about it, but I could tell this didn't seem to make much of a
difference.  Since I didn't want him to feel badly about it, I hopped up
and fetched a towel he could dry off with, but then he asked me a question.

"You've got a pool, don't you?" he inquired, with a mischievous expression
on his face as he did so.

"Yes, there was one here when I bought the house," I concurred.

"Could I go swimming in it, to help me cool off?" he asked.

 His eyes were pleading with me at this point and I could tell he really
was hoping I'd say yes.

"In the future you may do that, but I haven't cleaned it out and got it
ready yet," I replied, knowing this would probably disappoint him.  "I'll
make sure I do it before the next time you mow the lawn though."

His smile faded momentarily, but then his face brightened again.

"I'll help you clean it, if I can swim in it afterward," he offered, while
flashing me that special smile again.

"I really don't have the time to do that now, because I should be finishing
up my work instead," I replied.  "Besides, I haven't had a chance to
purchase the chemicals I'll need to add to it either."

Almost immediately, he looked crestfallen, but that didn't last for long,
because he quickly came up with another idea.

"Can I take a shower then?" he asked, giving me another wicked little grin.

"Wouldn't you feel better showering at home?" I asked him.

"No, because we don't have a shower, only a bath tub, and I hate taking
baths," he advised me.

After saying this, he let his lower lip stick out a little bit and gave me
this pathetic, pleading look, so I only had to think about it for a moment
before I answered.  I could easily provide him with what he would need to
take a shower and then I could go back and do my work in peace.  He could
finish cleaning up and then get dressed again, without causing any more
disruption to my work schedule.

"Ok," I told him, and he brightened immediately.  "Follow me and I'll show
you where the bathroom is and get you a towel."

Obediently, he followed me to the second floor, to the guest bathroom,
where I pulled out a towel and handed it to him.

"Could you start the water for me, cuz I'm not used to doing that?" he
requested.  "Remember, we don't have a shower."

I merely nodded, before I turned and started the water.  Once it was
adjusted to a comfortable temperature, I set it to come out of the
showerhead.  When I turned around to tell him he could get ready to get in,
he was already standing there, totally naked.  I imagine my mouth must have
dropped open and my eyes most likely popped out of their sockets in
surprise, but he just stood there grinning at me, as I quickly inspected
his package.

What a magnificent sight it was.  He had a young man's penis, not a little
boy's, which showed he had already begun his trek through puberty.  He only
had a thin band of hair over it though and I didn't see any hair on his
chest and very little was visible in his underarms.  He was also
circumcised, with a perfectly shaped head topping off that magnificent work
of art, and as I lowered my gaze, I noticed the thin coating of fuzz on his
legs, which I remembered noticing earlier.  I think I began to stutter a
little, as I attempted to speak and let him know he was on his own now.

"Well, uh, Jared," I began.  "You can, um, take your shower and you
already, uh, have a towel.  I'll go downstairs and, um, work on my, uh,
computer while you do that."

He had a huge grin on his face as I left the room, and I think he knew he
had gotten the better of me this time.  Flustered, I hustled out of the
bathroom and hurried downstairs, in order to get away from that incredible
temptation, but I was only able to sit at my computer, since I couldn't
concentrate on anything but images of him.  I merely sat there and listened
to the water running upstairs, so I knew he hadn't finished his shower yet,
and I held my breath when I finally heard the water shut off, because I
knew it meant he'd be coming back downstairs shortly.  I didn't look in
that direction, even though I heard him descending the stairs, until he
finally spoke to me.

"I'm all done," he informed me.  "What do you want me to do with your
towel?"

As I swiveled in the chair and turned in his direction, I realized he was
still totally naked, holding the towel in one hand and his shorts and
underwear in the other.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked him.

I was startled that he was still naked and his face suddenly changed from a
smile to a look of horror, when he noticed my reaction.

"Are you mad at me?" he responded, while giving me a hurt look.

"No, I'm not mad, but why didn't you get dressed?" I responded.

"My clothes are all wet and smelly, so I didn't want to get dirty again by
putting them back on," he reasoned.

"Well, why didn't you at least wrap the towel around you then?" I followed.

"Why?  Does it bother you seeing me like this?" he wondered.

I didn't answer him, but it did bother me.  I had another raging hard-on in
my pants and didn't dare move, for fear he'd notice it again.

"Well, it isn't customary that you would run around naked in front of
strangers," I finally reasoned.

"But you're not a stranger.  I work for you," he replied, and he did have
me on that point.

"But we only met yesterday and you don't know me that well yet," I added.

"I don't mind.  You seem like a really nice guy," he countered.

"Well, it's not a good practice for you to get into," I reasoned.  "Someday
you might discover that doing something like this may get you more than you
bargained for."

"Like what?" he demanded.

There was no way I wanted to answer his question, so I kind of sidestepped
the issue.

"Just things could happen that would be dangerous or harmful to you," I
hinted.  "Just try to be more modest around others in the future."

"Does that mean you too?" he pressed, while looking for my response.

"Jared, you are a handsome young man and you certainly don't have anything
to be ashamed of," I told him, "but I think it would be best if you weren't
such an exhibitionist."

"What does that mean?" he asked, looking confused.

"It means someone who likes to show off their body to others," I explained.

"Well, I don't mind..." he began, but I cut him off.

"I know you don't, but like I said, it's not such a good idea," I
reiterated.

"But I don't want to put these clothes back on," he insisted.  "They're all
damp and stinky."

"Ok, I'll throw them in my washer and dryer and clean them for you," I
offered.  "But maybe you should wrap that towel around you while you're
waiting."

He did as I asked, but there were numerous times when the towel would come
undone and drop to the floor.  Whenever that happened, he'd merely smile
and say something like, "Oops, sorry," and then pick it up and wrap it
around himself again.  Was this kid playing me or was I just letting my
imagination run wild?



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