Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2013 08:16:46 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 12

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 12 – The Joys of Being Alone.

I asked Jared what he wanted for breakfast this morning and he said just cereal,
so I told him to pick out a box from the pantry and get the milk out of the fridge,
so he could get started.  I decided to have an egg sandwich, but I also fixed
Jared some toast to go along with his cereal.  We both had a glass of juice, but I
also had my coffee, and all the time I was eating, Jared kept asking me the same
question.

"Dad, how soon are we going to go back upstairs?" he persisted.

"In due time, son, and there's no need to rush," I assured him.  "Take your time
eating and what you are so anxious to do will be just as enjoyable in fifteen or
twenty minutes, as it would be five minutes from now."

He gave me a dirty look, but he got the message and stopped whining.

After we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, I finally agreed that we could go back
to my bedroom, if he wanted.  He was so excited that we were finally going to do
this that he grabbed my hand and began pulling me toward the stairs.  He was in
such a hurry that I thought he was going to pull my arm out of its socket, as he
tried to entice me to move faster.  I did quicken my pace slightly and followed him
upstairs, but it was apparent that Jared didn't find this to be quick enough.  He
kept tugging on my arm, to encourage me to go even faster, but I didn't give in.
When we eventually got there, he looked both relieved and satisfied, but then he
wanted to know who was going to go first this time.

"Why don't we do each other at the same time?" I suggested.

"What do you mean?  How can we do that?" he wondered, looking confused.

"Well, there's a position called a sixty-nine, where we can do each other at the
same time," I explained.  "Do you want me to show you how?"

He nodded and we both took off our underwear again.  I had him lie on his back,
but not as high upon the mattress as he would to sleep, and then I straddled him,
with my head over his groin, and my groin over his head.  He immediately saw
what I was doing, and began to suck on my penis.  I wasn't even hard yet, but it
didn't take him long to get me that way, with his energetic attention to my penis.
As he continued to suck me, almost like a calf sucking on its mother's teat, I
began to run my tongue all over his pubic region.  I licked his scrotum, his pubic
triangle and then up and down the length of his throbbing pole.

After I finished doing that, I left his penis alone for a while and put my head
between his legs instead.  I then took his ball sac into my mouth and was gently
nibbling on those watery orbs, as I rolled them over my tongue.  Once I had him
squirming from this stimulation, I began to hum, with his ball sac still in my
mouth, and let the vibrations ripple through his testicles and radiate throughout
his body.  He stopped sucking on me momentarily when I started doing this,
because he got lost in the wonderful sensations he was now experiencing.  After
doing this for many seconds, I stopped humming and he went back to work on
my penis, but he also tried to increase his suction, in order to make up for the lost
time.

When I took his penis into my mouth again, he was so excited that he began
thrusting his hips into my face and ramming his pole in and out of my throat.  He
must have been feeling the need to get off as quickly as possible, because he
was really machine-gunning his dick in and out of my mouth, and I could barely
do more than apply a little suction or run my tongue along the side of his shaft.
Before long he arched his back, drove his cock as far into my oral cavity as it
would go and then I felt him tense up, before the first string of his precious juice
erupted onto the back of my tongue.  I continued to suck on his magical wand
and teased each burst of that sweet nectar from its home, while Jared completely
forgot about my penis and let it fall from his mouth, as he enjoyed his orgasm.

Finally, he let me know I could stop sucking on him, because he said his penis
was getting a little tender, and then he began to attack my cock with the same
urgency that he had attacked my face.  After analyzing the current situation, I
talked him into stopping briefly, so we could switch positions and he would be on
top.   You see, after considering the idea of him being underneath me, I suddenly
became concerned that if I ejaculated while he was on the bottom, he might end
up choking on my juices, since my cum wouldn't be able to seep out of his
mouth, as it had when we'd done this previously.

After we had switched places, he immediately began attacking my groin again,
with his small hand assisting, almost as if he were starving for the treat at the
end.  I didn't think I was anywhere near being close to shooting, but his hungry
mouth and young man's eagerness soon had me realizing it wouldn't be long
before I'd be enjoying my own release.  His head was nodding up and down on
my dick very quickly, as rapidly as if he were bobbing for apples in a tub of hot
water, while I turned my attention elsewhere.

While he was working so hard to finish me off, I spread the cheeks of his ass and
began to run my tongue up and down his crack.  Occasionally, I would let the tip
of my oral muscle dart into his opening and he would instinctively stiffen
whenever I did this.  Eventually, however, he must have decided that there was
no reason to be concerned, since I wasn't trying to penetrate him completely, but
he might have even thought that it felt good, so he began to relax.  I merely
wanted him to know there were other things we might be able to do in the future,
but not until he had reached the age of consent.  I was determined we wouldn't
do anything that might leave any physical signs of our lovemaking, because I
didn't want there to be any evidence that could be used against us at a later date
to indicate what we had been doing.

By this time, the juices in my nut sac were coming to a boil and I could feel them
starting to rise up the tubes of my penis.  Before long, that hot lava would be
spraying into Jared's mouth, coating the smooth interior lining and oozing down
his throat.  I attempted to warn him, since he'd had so much difficulty handling
the quantity the last time and I didn't want him to choke on my juices as they
flooded his throat, but I was unable to find my tongue.  When the floodgates
opened, Jared tried to swallow some of it this time, since he was more prepared
for when it shot into his mouth, but a little still escaped from his lips and dribbled
down his chin.  Once we were both satisfied and exhausted, we sprawled out on
the bed, but Jared swung around first, so he could rest his head upon my chest
and shoulder.

We continued to lie like this for several more minutes, before I suggested that we
get up, shower and get ready to do something else.  Without any protest, Jared
agreed.  Of course, he wanted us to take our shower together again and I saw no
problem with doing this either, but it didn't take us as long to finish up this time.
After we dried off and got dressed, we tried to decide what we might do today.  I
wanted to try something different each day, if possible, and seeing this was only
our fourth day together, out of nine – make that ten, since he had spent Thursday
with me too, it shouldn't be a problem.

I was already beginning to regret that this was going to have to end at some
point, although we would still be spending time together even after his mother
returned, but somehow I knew his visits would never be the same as they once
were.  After everything we had done thus far, I certainly couldn't see us stopping
now, but I wasn't about to complain, although we would have to be careful.
During this time together we had reached another level in our relationship and I
could only wonder how many more levels we still had to reach.

Seeing it was Sunday, I drove us down to the walking trail, so we could walk the
four-mile loop.  I wasn't sure if Jared would enjoy doing this, but he was eager to
try it and happily led me on one of the briskest walks I have ever undertaken.

"Jared, this isn't a race," I complained, hoping it might slow him down a little.

"I'm not running or racing, but you have to keep up the pace, if you want to get
any benefit from it," he replied.  "You did say you wanted the exercise, didn't
you?"

"Exercise, yes.  Heart attack, no!" I stated, while giving him an exasperated look.

"Come on.  You aren't that old, so just keep up with me," he begged.  "I'm really
enjoying this and don't want to slow down."

"So you enjoy seeing me suffer?" I asked, for clarification.

"You aren't suffering," was his retort.  "Just remember the saying, no pain, no
gain."

"Well, there's plenty of pain, so I hope there's an equal amount of gain to go
along with it," I quipped.

I'll admit, I was merely playing the role of drama queen and wasn't in as much
distress as I was indicating, but I wasn't about to let Jared know that.  I wanted
him to believe he was giving me one hell of a workout, because he was trying to
get back at me for taking so long before I gave into him about having any sexual
contact.

"Let's sprint to the finish line," Jared challenged, as we approached the area
where we'd parked the Tahoe.

"Only if I have a sprint car for me to do it in," I responded, while making a face.

"Dang, are you that out of shape?" he wondered.

"I thought I was in pretty good shape, with all the swimming we've been doing,
but I wasn't ready to run a marathon," I teased.

"This isn't a marathon," Jared corrected.  "That's 26 miles and this was only four,
but I'll do that with you, if you want."

"The only marathon I want is in bed," I answered, which caused Jared to give me
that 'Did you really say that' look.

"To sleep, so get your mind out of the gutter," I corrected, after realizing what he
was thinking.

"We could do the other stuff too," he suggested, with a mischievous grin.

"Damn.  You really ARE trying to kill me," I whined.

"Never," was Jared's immediate reply.  "I want you around forever, so we can
always be together."

"I'm not immortal, like Duncan MacLeod," I jeered, not realizing that he wouldn't
catch my meaning.

"Who's that?" he wondered.

"Didn't you ever see the 'Highlander' movies or TV series," I asked, someone
amazed.

"I think I saw the movie once, but I don't remember much about it or the
characters' names," he answered.

This revelation made me conclude that we'd have to correct this educational gap
in the very near future.

"Well, Duncan MacLeod was an immortal who could only die if you chopped off
his head, but I don't have that luxury," I explained.

"That you'd die if someone chopped off your head?" he shot back.

"No, that would surely cause my death, but what I meant was that I don't have
the luxury of being immortal and living forever," I explained.

"We won't run then, if you don't think you can handle it, because I don't want
anything to happen to you," Jared offered, although I think he might have still
been trying to shame me into racing him to the end.

"Thank you, your majesty," I teased.  "I'm glad you took pity on your poor
subject."

"Only until we get back to your place and then I'll give you a different kind of
workout," Jared shot back.

"Damn, I've created Mr. Hyde," I joked.  "He came to me as Dr. Jekyll, a sweet
kid who does chores and is nice to me, but he's since turned into Mr. Hyde, a
little sex fiend who never tires or gets his fill."

I whispered that last part, so no one else would overhear us, although we didn't
see anyone else in the immediate vicinity.

Once we got back to the house, we showered together, again, and then we had
some lunch.  As we ate, Jared continued to tease me about our little walk and we
talked about what other things he might want to do during the days ahead.

After we rinsed off the dishes and placed them in the dishwasher, Jared teased
me about going upstairs with him and participating in another round of oral sex.  I
could still remember what it was like being a horny teenager, although I'm long
past that point and wasn't sure if I was up for another go around.

"Jared, this isn't something we're going to be able to do every time we're together
or so many times in one day," I clarified.  "You'll have to learn to pace yourself
and be satisfied with what we do."

"Okay, so how about if we just do it when we first get up in the morning, then
again after lunch, while we're waiting to swim, and then one final time before we
go to bed?" he suggested.

"That's your idea of taking it easy?" I challenged.

"Yeah, because I'd want to do it more than that, if you were willing," he
responded.

"Damn, you're going to wear me out," I sighed.

Although I was making it sound as if this were a bad thing, I was actually
thinking, 'what a way to go!'

"Come on," he whined.  "Three times a day isn't so much."

"Not for someone your age, but I'll try to keep up," I offered.  "Once in a while
though, I might choose to just do you and give my dick a little break."

"Only once in a while, but not too often," Jared agreed.  "I like doing it to you
almost as much as I like you doing it to me, so I don't want that to change."

I guess I'll just have to suck it up and do this for 'God and Country,' I thought, as
Queen Victoria might have said.

We did what Jared wanted and then we went out for a swim.  When we came
back indoors, Jared agreed to give me some time to write, since I couldn't afford
to stop being productive for such a long time.  He actually watched me for a while
and tried to read over my shoulder, but I told him I couldn't work that way.  I did
agree to tell him about the story later, but for the most part, I wanted to keep this
a secret, so he could read it and be surprised after it was published.

After dinner, I used my Netflix account to pull up a couple of the old episodes of
the 'Highlander' TV series, so Jared would have a better understanding of what
I'd meant by my comment earlier.  To my mild surprise, he really enjoyed the
show and wanted to watch more, but I told him we'd do that some other time, but
now it was time to go to bed.  He didn't argue, because he was anxious for his
next round of oral sex, so I followed him, as he flew up the stairs.

On Monday, Jared let me write for a while after breakfast, and then in the
afternoon I took him bowling.  Although he didn't start out doing so well, he
listened to my suggestions and began to improve.  When this happened, Jared
tried his best to beat me, but he didn't come close, because once again this was
something I'd done before.  I used to bowl in a league and at one time was fairly
good, and even though I was more than a little rusty, Jared still wasn't close to
my level of ability.  I let him know he shouldn't get discouraged, since it had taken
me a long time to get this good, so he smiled and said some day he'd whip my
butt.  I wasn't sure if he was talking about the bowling or if he was referring to an
S & M urge he was having, but I didn't have long to consider this.  The better he
did, the more he enjoyed it and more competitive he got, so I suspected this was
an activity that we would end up doing again.

After dinner that evening, Jared told me that he wanted to watch a couple more
episodes of the 'Highlander,' so I agreed that would be fine.  Contented, he
curled up against me on the sofa and cuddled against my chest as we watched
heads roll.  Of course, we also managed to complete our third round of oral sex
before we went to sleep, because he definitely wasn't getting bored with this
activity at all.

On Tuesday, he gave me the morning to write again, and then after lunch we
drove to a nearby city, so I could take him to play laser tag.  This was something
else Jared had never done before, and I had only done it a couple of times, but
that last time I tried this was a few years ago.  I knew he'd enjoy this, even
though there weren't that many people around at the time, but I knew he'd get
the most fun out of trying to shoot me.

Since we were playing teams, Jared and I made sure we were on opposite sides.
It was a fun course, with plenty of places to hide, advantageous spots to shoot
from and plenty of opportunities to score points.  The group we got hooked up
with was far more experienced than we were, so after they killed us the first
couple of times, they let us concentrate on each other, while they tried to destroy
the other guys instead.  We had a lot of fun, tired ourselves out and were ready
to go back home after a couple of hours.  It had been another fun day and
another new activity for Jared.

We stopped for dinner on the way back and then took another quick dip in the
pool after arriving home.  Once we got out of the pool, Jared wanted to watch a
couple more episode of the TV version of the 'Highlander,' so we got comfortable
on the sofa and settled in to see which immortal would die this time.

After the second episode ended, I turned off the TV and we went up to bed.  After
going through our normal preparations, we engaged in another wonderful
session of oral sex, and I was amazed at how good Jared was getting at doing
this.  Even though I probably didn't 'need' to ejaculate again, at least not with the
same sense of urgency that he did, I found myself rapidly approaching my climax
and thoroughly enjoying the encounter.  After experiencing such a long drought
before this week began, I started to wonder how I was going to survive once our
time together ended.

After we'd cleaned up, we slept together naked again, with me spooned up
behind Jared.  Since I'd already climaxed three times today, I knew I wouldn't
have to worry about an erection, so I merely cuddled with him and enjoyed the
closeness.  I was positive that he was enjoying this too.

When we awoke on Wednesday morning, I had to come up with a new activity
we could do, once we'd performed oral sex on each other again and had
breakfast.  Since I knew it was probably too early to do what I'd come up with, we
went swimming first, had lunch, more sex and then I took him to a nearby roller-
rink, where Jared got to go skating for the very first time.  He caught on fairly
quickly, after being involved in a few falls and accumulating a fair share of
bruises, but once he began to improve, he wanted to race me.  As I've come to
learn, Jared has a real competitive streak that comes out during times like this.

Since I didn't think this was a good idea, I very patiently explained to him that we
could only do this to a limited extent, because the place tried to discourage such
reckless behavior.  I then added that since it wasn't very busy at the time, they
would probably give us more leeway than they otherwise might have, so I agreed
to some short races.

I beat Jared in every one of these races, since I had skated many times before,
but I made sure to let him stay close to me, so he didn't get too discouraged.  I
also made certain that I didn't give it my all, so we didn't get into trouble or were
asked to leave, but I did go fast enough to make Jared believe I was doing my
best.  Since I made sure he was just barely losing to me each time, it gave Jared
something to strive for and a reason to improve his skills.  He didn't seem to mind
coming in second so many times, but he did threaten that I'd be sorry later, once
he became good at this.

That night we watched the first 'Highlander' movie together, so he could compare
it to the television show.  He definitely found the TV MacLeod better looking, but
he seemed to enjoy both equally well.  Now, I might have to find something else
for tomorrow evening, since he might not want to spend another evening
watching this particular genre again.

When the movie ended, we went up to bed.  Of course, Jared insisted that we
couldn't go to sleep until we'd had oral sex, so I gave in to him and asked how he
wanted to proceed.  Without hesitation, he said he wanted us to do it at the same
time, using the sixty-nine position.  I had no problem with doing it this way, so we
got into position on the bed, but this time we did it with us both lying on our sides.

Jared was satisfied, once we'd both gotten off, so we cleaned up quickly and
jumped back into bed.  Tonight, he wanted to spoon up behind me, so I let him.  I
didn't care how we did this, because it just felt good being close to him.
Needless to say, I slept very well and awoke very refreshed the following
morning.

By the time we finished breakfast on Thursday, I was beginning to run out of
ideas for something new we could do together.  After thinking about this problem
and checking online, I discovered another new activity we could try, but we'd
have to do more traveling to get there.  This wasn't something that was available
in the local community or even the city we'd gone to when we played laser tag,
and this time we would have to drive about an hour just to reach this new
destination.  This time, I was taking Jared to an indoor go-kart center.

I timed it so we arrived in the area around noontime and then took Jared to a
pizza place to chow down first, before we headed over there.  He was happy with
the idea of having pizza for lunch, although he kept bugging me for more
information about what we were going to do, but I told him he'd find that out soon
enough.  He wasn't happy with having to wait again, but he stopped pestering me
about giving him any more details.

When we arrived at the go-kart center, I quickly found out that this wasn't like the
old go-kart track my father had taken me to as a boy and the karts weren't the
stripped down frame with a motor.  These go-karts looked like miniature racing
cars, plus there was a state of the art safety barrier surrounding the track, instead
of the bales of hay and stacks of old tires that lined the courses I'd ridden on.

This place had three different tracks you could choose from, so we started on the
shortest, and possibly easiest, of the three.  I let Jared take his time getting used
to the cart and driving around the track first, but once he was ready, his
competitive streak emerged and he wanted to race.  That's when I concluded
that I might have to find a way to do something about his innate competitive
nature.

These were more like Grand-Prix tracks that meandered about with numerous
twists and turns, as opposed to a standard NASCAR track, which was merely an
oval.  Instead of going around and around, while making only left turns, this
course was filled with numerous twists and turns, including a couple of hairpin
turns, so he'd have to adjust to turning both to the left and the right.  Anyway,
once he was ready we began to race and I beat him the first time around.  During
the rematch, however, I let him think he'd cut me off of the inside on the next to
last turn, while I'd actually allowed it to happen, so he ended up winning the
second race.

"Ha, Dad.  I beat you this time," he bragged, with his chest puffed out.

"Yes, you did," I agreed, "so let's go try the next track."

I let him take the first spin at his own pace again, so he could familiarize himself
with this new course, but then he wanted to race again.  I was hesitant to
continue feeding his competitive nature, but it seemed important to him, so I gave
in.  Once again, we raced twice, with each of us winning once, so neither of us
had bragging rights.

When we finished the second race, we went to the last of the three tracks, which
was longer and had many more twists and turns than the other two.  Once again,
we took a spin around this track, just to familiarize ourselves with its layout first,
and then Jared began teasing me to race him again.  I tried to talk him into taking
another spin around it first, but he didn't want to do that, so I reluctantly got ready
to race him.

He was doing quite well, until just over halfway through the course, but then he
ran into one of the protective barriers, so I ended up winning.  I hadn't exactly
seen what had happened, because he was behind me at the time, so I quizzed
him about it, once we stopped.

"What happened back there," I asked.

"I had a bad angle coming into the turn and couldn't correct it in time," he
admitted.  "That caused me to slam into the barrier, so I lost all kinds of time."

After that, I tried to talk him out of racing a second time, because I was afraid he
might get hurt this time, but he was insistent.  Therefore, I gave in, but I didn't
push myself and let him win this bout.  He wanted to go once more after we'd
finished the last race, because he wanted there to be an overall winner, but I told
him we'd done this enough and we'd end with it being a tie.  He wasn't happy
and argued momentarily, but when I put my foot down this time, he finally gave
in.

Since we were so far from home and it was getting late, I took him out to a
restaurant to eat before heading home.  We had a nice, leisurely meal, which
was another treat for Jared, and we both had a wonderful time.  Throughout the
meal, Jared couldn't stop talking about what we had done today, while also
giving me a blow-by-blow recap on how he had enjoyed everything we'd done so
far.  I was thrilled that he'd been having such a good time, but now this put me in
another bind, because I would have to come up with something new for
tomorrow.  I wasn't sure what I was going to do now, so I thought about this
situation from that point on.

I took my time driving back, because it had started raining, so it was getting late
by the time I pulled into the driveway.  Since I didn't think we'd have time to
watch the second 'Highlander' movie, I talked Jared into just seeing what was on
TV and watching one of the shows instead.  After he selected a program, he
cuddled up against me on the couch and got comfortable.  I actually thought he
had fallen asleep, so I was about ready to slip out from beside him and lower him
down, so I could carry him upstairs.  However, when I moved, he asked me
where I was going.

"I thought you were sleeping," I stated, after hearing him speak.

"I dozed off for a while, but I'm awake now," he informed me.  "So where were
you going?"

"I was getting ready to carry you upstairs to bed, but since you're awake, you can
walk up," I explained.

"You can still carry me.  I think that might be fun," he replied, while giving me a
hopeful look.

"Are you getting lazy or something?" I prodded.

"No, but I'd really enjoy my daddy carrying me up to bed," he offered, with a
pleading look.

"Well, I guess if I have to carry you upstairs like a small child, then you obviously
aren't old enough to have sex," I pointed out.

"Ok, I'll walk then, because I'm not going to give that up just to have you carry me
to your bedroom," he snarled, unhappy with my position on this matter.

I followed him up the stairs, but when he reached the landing at the top, I
scooped him up, into my arms, carried him into the bedroom and threw him onto
the bed.

"There, are you satisfied," I teased.

"Not entirely," he countered.  "I liked you carrying me, but then you threw me on
the bed, like you were tossing away a bag of garbage."

"Oh, it wasn't anything like that," I objected.  "I was merely tossing off one of my
burdens."

After saying this, I gave him a sly grin and a wink, to let him know I'd just zinged
him.

"So you think I'm a burden?" he wondered.

"Only when you want me to do everything for you," I teased.  "Next, you'll start
asking me to wipe your butt."

When I saw he was about to say something, I cut him off.

"No way, no how!"  I objected, figuring he was going to say he liked that idea.  "I'll
shove a stick up there first and plug it up, before I'll do that – well unless you
really unable to do it for yourself, but I hope that never happens."

"I know you'd do it for me if I was paralyzed or something like that happened," he
confirmed, "so I won't ask you to do it before then.  I will ask you to suck me off
again though."

He winked and smiled after saying this, to make sure I understood this wasn't a
joke, however, I'd already seen this coming – or should I say cumming?

"Let's shower first," I suggested, "because I don't want to have to lap up all the
dried up sweat from earlier."

He was more than willing to agree to this, as long as we showered together.
After I told him that would be acceptable, we both stripped and headed into the
master bath.  We basically just washed up, fairly quickly, since Jared was in a
hurry to get back into my room, so we could suck each other off.  This was pretty
much like our previous sessions and nothing new was attempted, but it definitely
calmed Jared down, so he was finally ready to sleep.

Friday morning we got up, dressed and had a quick breakfast, before I jumped
online to check out a possibility for today.  After checking out a handful of
options, I finally settled on one and told Jared we were going on another trip.
Although he pestered me to find out where we were going, I didn't tell him, which
drove him absolutely crazy.  Even after we were in the Tahoe and on our way, he
spent the next half-hour trying to get me to tell him where we were heading, but
to no avail.  Finally, he gave up and remained quite for the next hour, until we
finally arrived at our destination.

"We're going to spend the day at the State Park?" he asked, as I drove past the
sign by the entrance.

"We are and there are a bunch of different things we can do here," I advised him,
as we parked and got out of the vehicle.

>From there, I led him over to a building near the lake and Jared immediately
noticed the sign.  After reading it, he began to question me once again.

"You're going to rent a boat?" he wondered, with a quizzical expression on his
face.

"Actually, I'm going to rent a canoe, unless you'd prefer a rowboat," I replied.  "If
we get the canoe, it may not be quite as steady as a rowboat, but in a canoe we
can both get some exercise paddling.  It's up to you though, so what do you
say?"

"I've never been in either one, but I guess a canoe will be fine," he agreed.  "It
sounds like fun, but you'll have to teach me what to do."

"It will be a blast and I'll be happy to show you how to do this," I offered, with him
smiling in response.

Besides renting the canoe and paddles, we took two life preservers too, one of
which I helped Jared put on.  Even though he's a capable swimmer, I thought this
precaution wise, because there is always a chance, although slim, he could be
knocked unconscious or temporarily incapacitated.

Before we did anything else, I gave Jared a demonstration about how to use the
paddle.  Although we were still on land, I showed him how to grip it, explained
how he would use it to help propel us forward, while shifting from one side of the
canoe to the other.  I then told him that I would watch what he was doing and
paddle on the opposite side, so we didn't end up going around in a circle.  I then
let him practice for a few minutes, although he was only paddling air, but it gave
him a good idea of what he was going to be required to do.

Once I felt he was ready, I carried the canoe down to the lake and placed it in the
water.  Then, I instructed Jared to grab his paddle, step into the canoe, walk to
the seat in the front and get comfortable.  Once he was settled, I pushed the
canoe a little farther into the water, stepped in myself and got settled on the rear
seat.  Now that we were both ready, I pushed off using my paddle and then we
began to make our way up the lake, although we never ventured more than fifty
yards from shore.

"I feel like an Indian or early explorer," Jared yelled back to me, about ten
minutes later.

"I think the correct term would be Native American, rather than Indian," I
corrected, " but you are correct.  Famed explorers, like Lewis and Clark, would
have spent quite a bit of time in a canoe, while looking for the famed 'Northwest
Passage.'  The Native Americans and early frontiersman, like Daniel Boone,
would have also used canoes to travel over the various rivers and lakes."

"I'm glad you thought about doing this," Jared offered next, as we continued to
make our way around the lake.

We eventually made our way back to where we had started, satisfied with our
progress.  During our little trip, I had also used my paddle as a rudder, besides
using it to propel the canoe forward, to help make the necessary course
corrections so we didn't run ashore.  After hopping out of the canoe, we carried
everything back to the rental shop and I recouped my initial deposit, after the
required fee had been deducted.

"Dang, my arms are killing me," Jared stated, while rubbing his biceps vigorously.

"Yes, I'm sure your muscles got a good workout during our time on the lake," I
stated, as I watched him trying to work the knots out of his overworked muscles.

"What are we going to do next," Jared asked, while looking at me skeptically.

"I figured we'd head over to the snack bar next and grab a bite to eat, unless
you're not hungry," I suggested.

"No, let's do that and it will give my arms a chance to recuperate," he responded,
while still rubbing his sore muscles.

Once we finished eating, we decided to walk around for a while, to see the other
areas of the park next, because this would also give us a chance to exercise our
leg muscles, which were sort of ignored while we were canoeing.  We had only
ventured a few hundred yards when Jared's attention was caught by another
activity and he began moving in that direction and I merely followed him.  He was
walking toward one of the volleyball pits, which had a nice base of sand and
where a group of people was engaged in a game.  It was a multi-generational
assortment of people, which might have been a community group or just several
families that were friends, but they looked as if they were having a good time.

We watched them for a while, and when their game ended, they asked if we
wanted to join them.  They indicated this was an extended family group, which
had gathered for a reunion that would be held the following day, and they were
the early arrivals.  I looked at Jared before responding, to see if he was
interested in doing this, but I thought he would be, since he always seemed to
enjoy playing volleyball in the pool.  He quickly nodded in my direction, which
indicated that he wanted to play, so I gave them our answer and thanked them
for their gracious offer.  They were also kind enough to split up their current
teams, so Jared and I could play on the same side, which seemed to please him.

We ended up playing three games with them, winning two and losing the last,
and then we decided to stop, while we were still ahead.  After we told them we
were going to move on, we also informed them that we'd had a great time and
thanked them again for letting us play.  Then, we made our way away from that
area, while looking for something else to do.

>From there, we hiked around the area for a while and came to a large open field,
which was located at the end of a trail through a small woodland area.  As we
emerged into this open area, we noticed a father and his son flying a remote
control plane.  We stopped and watched them for a while, when the kid suddenly
noticed us.  He smiled and waved, so we thought he'd probably mistaken us for
someone else, but then he kept waving for us to come over, so we moved in his
direction to see what he wanted.

"Do you like flying airplanes like this," he asked Jared, when we got closer.

"It's fun to watch, but I've never done anything like this before," Jared admitted,
as the boys father was controlling the plane.

"My name's Evan and that's my dad," he said, pointing toward his father.  "Would
you like to try it then, because I'm sure my dad will let you."

"Sure, if he doesn't mind," Jared agreed, after looking at me and getting my nod
of approval.  "I'm Jared and this is my dad."

The two boys shook hands, and then Evan led us over to where his father was
still controlling the plane.

"Dad, Jared would like to try flying the plane," Evan stated.  "Would that be ok
with you?"

"Have you done this before, Jared?" Evan's father followed.

"No, so I understand if you don't want to let me try," Jared responded.

"No, you're welcome to try," Evan's father stated.  "Just come here and I'll help
you for a while, until you get the hang of it, if that's all right with your dad."

He glanced over at me and I nodded my approval, so Jared raced over and let
the other man show him how to work the controls.  Once Jared had seen how
this was done, the man helped him for a little while longer, before he let Jared
take over.  The man never moved more than a foot away from Jared during this
time, in case Jared ran into trouble, and then he took over from Jared again, after
Jared had done it for a short time.

While they were doing that, I was chatting with Evan.

"Do you do this often?" I asked.

"Yeah, my dad and me come here a lot on the weekends, as long as the weather
is nice," Evan answered.  "It something we do together and it's a lot of fun."

"Yes, it would appear that it is," I agreed.

"You should start doing it with your son," he suggested.  "It looks like he's
interested in it too."

"It does and maybe we will," I answered.

"If you come here, then we can do it together," he offered.

"Yes, that is a possibility, but we could only do that once in a while," I replied.
"We had to travel about an hour and a half to get here, so we wouldn't be able to
come here every weekend."

"Yeah, that is quite a ways," he agreed, while looking slightly disappointed.  "But
I'd love to see you again, if you decide to do it some time when me and my dad
are here."

"It sounds like a plan," I agreed, as Jared came back to join us.

After thanking Evan and his father for Jared's 'flying' lesson, we told them we
were glad to meet them and started to leave.  Before we got very far though,
Evan called for us to wait, while he got a pen from his father.  He then used it to
wrote his phone number on the back of Jared's hand, so we could call and let
him know if we were coming here again.  After Jared promised to do that, he and
I headed back to the Tahoe and began the drive home.

It was quite late by the time we got to the area where we lived, so we stopped at
a restaurant along the way.  By the time we reached the house, we decided to
take a quick dip in the pool next, to cool off after a long day.  We didn't do much,
mostly floated and swam a little, but it felt good after everything else we'd done.
Once we'd dried off, we agreed to watch TV for a little while, before heading up
to bed.  It had been a long day and we were both more than a little tired.

After going upstairs and taking a quick shower, we went into the bedroom and
got ready for bed.

"We've still got to do something before we go to sleep," Jared announced, as he
was pulling back the bedding.  "I already missed doing it after lunch."

"Jared, just because I've allowed you to do it that often while you've been staying
here, it doesn't man you HAVE to do it that much," I pointed out.

"Maybe not, but can't we do it again?" he whined.

"If you want, but remember that once your mother and brother are back, we won't
be able to do it this frequently," I reminded him.  "Then, when school starts up
again, it will be nearly impossible for us to do it at all."

"I know, but I don't want to think about that yet," Jared shot back.  "Let's just do it
as much as we can, both now and later.  Ok?"

"We'll have to be careful though, once you're no longer staying here with me," I
observed.

"I know, but promise me we'll try," Jared urged.

"Ok, I promise," I relented.

Once we had reached that agreement, we hopped into bed and got in another
sixty-nine position.  Jared had discovered that he liked doing it this way, because
he thought it was neat that we both got off at the same time.  He also admitted
that he thought it took him longer to shoot, so he got to enjoy it longer, when we
did it this way, because he wasn't thinking about it so much and didn't get overly
excited.  I'm not sure how accurate this particular observation was, but if this was
what he wanted, then I had no problem with doing it this way.

Once we had both ejaculated, we got up and cleaned off next, since some of our
sperm had found it's way onto our bodies.  Then, we hopped into bed, still naked,
cuddled up, with me spooned behind Jared, and fell asleep.  Our ten days
together was nearly over, since this was our final weekend together, so I was
trying to make sure that we enjoyed these final, fleeting moments as much as
possible.


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