Date: Wed, 13 Feb 2013 15:11:12 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 2

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 2 – The Problem.

As soon as Jared's clothes had finished washing and drying, I gave them
back to him.  He immediately dropped his towel and put them on in front of
me, but I didn't say anything this time and concentrated on something else
instead.

Seeing I hadn't paid him yet for mowing the lawn, I thumbed through my
wallet, took out a couple of bills and handed it to him.

"Forty dollars!" he exclaimed, when he saw how much I'd given him.  "Isn't
this too much?"

"Not for the size of the lawn that I have," I countered.  "It took you a
long time to mow all of it."

"Yeah, but I got to ride, so it wasn't so bad," he reasoned.  "It's not
like I had to push the lawnmower, like I do when I mow our yard."

"Well, that's what I pay, unless you don't want to do this any more," I
responded, while eyeing him.

"No, I want to do it again," Jared answered, while looking shocked that I'd
even suggested that.  "I just didn't want to cheat you, that's all."

"Well, you're not, so check back with me next week to see if it needs to be
mowed again," I offered.  "There's always a chance we might be able to skip
a week."

"When can I help you clean the pool?" he wanted to know next.

"I'm not sure about that," I answered.  "I might be able to run out and get
the supplies tomorrow night, if I get caught up with the other things I
have to do.  If I do, then we might be able to start working on it sometime
the following day."

"Ok, I'll come back then to see if you're ready, if that is alright with
you?" he asked, while smiling at me again.

"Sure, but if I tell you that I don't have the time to do it, then you'll
have to promise that you will just leave it at that," I explained.  "I
don't need someone teasing or arguing to do something when I don't have the
time."

"I won't.  I promise," he agreed.  "Whatever you say goes."

He flashed me another of his broad smiles, and when I saw it I was forced
to admit that my heart melted a little more each time he did this.  I
believe he was also well aware of this fact and was using it to his
advantage, but not in a malicious way.

"Ok, I'll see you then," I added, ending our conversation.

Once I'd said that, Jared took off and I watched him get on his bike and
start pedaling up the road.  I was smitten with this boy already, and not
only because I figured that it might be possible to get him to do things
with me, if I asked.  Let's face it, seeing he had already shown me he
wasn't timid about showing off his body and was possibly even using it to
entice me, then it's possible he wants it as much as I do.  This thought
started my mind racing again, so I had to run up to my room and masturbate,
because the images in my brain had me highly aroused.  Slowly, I jacked off
with visions of Jared's naked body dancing in my mind, as I imagined him
offering himself to me.

Oh, what a marvelous orgasm it was, as I gradually brought myself to a
magnificent crescendo.  My balls were actually aching as I stroked my shaft
and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.  I could see every millimeter of
that angel's gorgeous body, in magnificent detail, since it had been burned
into my brain during the many times I had seen it over the course of the
afternoon.  Thoughts of being allowed to do things with him turned me on
with such force that my body was trembling with anticipation.  As the
fluids began to bubble in my scrotum and then rise up my shaft, all I could
see was the subject of my desires, that beautiful teenage boy.  When I
finally exploded, I shot cum all over my body, my bed and everything else
around me.  It was truly one of the most powerful ejaculations I think I'd
ever had.

Once I had cleaned up the mess, I went back downstairs and tried to work,
but I just couldn't get the visions of that kid out of my mind.  Instead, I
decided to use Jared as the main character in a new story I suddenly
decided to write, so I began to outline the various plotlines and subplots,
while also determining which age group I would gear this story toward.

I wasn't exactly certain how I was going to do this, but I wanted Jared to
be the model for a boy who begins his life with nothing and then works his
way into becoming a huge success.  This character would possess an
excellent work ethic and be of a high moral character, which means he won't
climb to the top of his profession by stepping on his coworkers or taking
advantage of his customers.  He will also have a very deep concern for
others, plus a strong dedication to his family, which will be illustrated
when he puts his family first and doesn't abandon them in order to be
successful.  There would be no short cuts or compromising his principles,
but he'd still become renown in his field, just the same.  Once I had made
those decisions and written everything down, I was able to go back to my
other story and concentrate on it again.

I worked very hard for the rest of that day, so I would be able to take a
break from writing and run to the store later.  Around 11:30 that night, I
finally stopped working and drove to Walmart, so I could pick up the
chemicals and other supplies I would need in order to take care of the
pool.  When I'd purchased everything I needed, I returned home, stored the
items in the shed out back and then went inside, so I could head up to bed
to get some sleep.

When I got up the next morning, I fixed a quick breakfast and then got
right to work.  I forced myself to concentrate solely on my writing, so I
could get as much done as possible.  I wanted to be able to take some time
off the following day so I could spend time cleaning the pool with Jared,
without having a guilty conscience about doing so.  I only took two more
short breaks that day, one for lunch and another for dinner, and then I
went to bed earlier than normal, so I could get plenty of rest before he
showed up.  I assumed Jared would probably be at my place by 9:00 the
following morning, since he seemed so intent on doing this and would want
to get going as soon as possible.

Although my intentions were good, I found it very difficult to fall asleep,
because my brain was consumed with thoughts of Jared.  My heart was
pounding in my chest, as if I had just run a marathon, and images of his
naked body continually flashed through my mind.  I was totally obsessing
over that enchanting creature and this preoccupation wasn't allowing me to
enjoy the tranquility of sleep.  Try as I might to chase these images from
my mind, I wasn't successful.

This kid had me so flustered and focused solely on him that it reminded me
of the few times I had ever fallen in love as a teen, although nothing had
ever come of any of those situations.  Even though I knew I was in love,
the other guys were never aware of it, because I realized they were all
straight.  For that reason, I couldn't follow my heart and allow my
feelings to be known, because I was convinced I'd be rejected and then
exposed as being gay.  That would have led to further rejections and
ridicule from the other students, so I kept my feelings to myself.

God, I remember those times so well, and I still ache thinking about what
might have been, if only they had also been gay.  Reliving those heartaches
led me to believe that this was probably just another instance where my
feelings wouldn't be returned, but at least I could enjoy just being around
him, even if nothing ever came of it.

The entire night went like that, even after I got up and jacked off again.
I thought that would take the edge off my longing to be with him, and it
did help some, but I still kept seeing Jared every time I closed my eyes.
Eventually, however, my weariness overcame me and I mercifully fell asleep.
When my alarm went off, just before 8:00, I'd only had a few hours sleep,
but I was willing to try to survive on it, because I knew that seeing my
young god again would give me enough energy to keep going for hours.  After
dragging my body out of bed, I took a quick shower, dressed in my summer
work clothes and went downstairs to have a quick breakfast, before I
started taking the supplies out of the shed to set beside the pool.  As I
had guessed, my little assistant was ringing my doorbell right about 9:00.

I asked him if he'd gotten a good night's sleep and he said he had,
although I thought he looked a little tired too.  Next, I asked him if he
had eaten and he said he'd done that as well, so I led him through the
house and out the backdoor to the pool, so we could get to work.  He had
arrived in a pair of shorts, but when I looked at him again, he had
stripped down to a swimsuit, which was extremely small and very tight on
him.  It wasn't quite a Speedo, but it definitely wasn't a pair of the
Boardshort type trunks either, so I guessed this was either something his
ten-year old brother used or a swimsuit Jared had outgrown two or three
summers ago.

Wherever he got that swimsuit from, it certainly didn't leave much to the
imagination, so seeing him in it was definitely turning me on.  That was
about as close to being naked as he could get, without actually going
against the request I had made the other day, which gave me the feeling
that he had done this intentionally.  Thank goodness I had chosen to wear a
jockstrap and selected something loose to wear over it, so it would help to
hide any erections, because I definitely had one already and was fairly
certain that I would be getting more than just this one while I was around
him today.

In an attempt to get my mind off of what he was wearing, I began grabbing
the appropriate items and we started to work.  Since the house had been
vacant for about a year before I bought it, the pool had been completely
drained, but it had also been left uncovered.  Therefore, we had to clean
out all of the unwanted items that had fallen into it over the past few
months, and this included grass, leaves, twigs, dirt and various other
sorts of debris.

Once we had finished getting rid of the garbage that had ended up in the
pool, I got out other items, so we could scrub down the sides and bottom of
the pool next.  I felt we needed to do this, because the pool would also
need to be repainted before I filled it with water.  Carefully, we began to
loosen the dirt and scrub off any unwanted growths that had started to
build up along the sides, and this turned out to be a very exhaustive
process.

As we were doing this, I began to notice how badly some of the paint, and
even some of the cement, was breaking loose, so I stopped Jared and
informed him that I'd have to hire a company to come out and do this.  When
he wanted to know why, I explained that the pool would need to be patched,
as well as painted, and we wouldn't be able to do that.  Jared tried his
best to convince me that we could, but I told him it would have to be
sandblasted and acid washed first, and I didn't have the equipment or time
necessary to do it.  He was slightly disappointed with this news, but
realized I was probably correct, so he ended his objections.

After we climbed back out of the pool, we went inside to get cleaned up,
since we had both worked up quite a sweat just cleaning out the mess that
had blown into the pool while it wasn't in use and scrubbing down what we
could.  I told Jared that while he was cleaning up, I'd look up some local
pool companies and see if they were willing to do the work for me.  If any
of them were, I'd see if they could come out and give me an estimate, along
with an idea about how long the work would take.

Jared said he understood and then asked if he could take another shower.
When I told him he could, he headed upstairs, since he now knew where I
kept the towels and had gone through the process.  He had only been up
there a couple of minutes though, before he called for me to come up to the
bathroom, because he said he needed me to show him how to adjust the water
again.  It wasn't a big deal, although I was surprised that he couldn't
remember how to do this on his own, but I went up to assist him anyway.

When I entered the bathroom, he was bent over the tub, stark naked, and
playing with the water temperature.  His rectum was winking at me, his
balls were dangling freely and his dick was hanging down, so I could see
the top portion of it too.  I cleared my throat when I entered, but he
merely looked over his shoulder, smiled and asked me to help.

Controlling the urge to take advantage of the huge temptation in front of
me, I showed him how to adjust the water temperature once again and
reminded him that he only had to turn the knobs a very little bit in order
to make a huge adjustment.  Once we had that taken care of, I showed him
how to divert the water to shoot through the showerhead, but I got a very
strong feeling that this was just a big game for him and he knew how to do
this all along.  As I was getting ready to leave, he asked me another
question.

"Aren't you going to shower too?" he wanted to know.

"Yes, I am, but I'll use the shower in my bedroom," I explained.

"Why, this one's big enough so we can both fit in here," he suggested.

"I know it's possible for us to both fit in there," I relied, "but I don't
think it would be a good idea for us to do it that way."

"Why not?" he challenged.

"Because I don't want people to get the wrong impression about what's going
on here," I answered.

"What do you mean?" he asked, while looking at me quizzically.

"I mean, if people found out that a guy my age was taking a shower with
someone your age, then they might view it as being very wrong, like what
happened with the former Penn State football coach," I explained.  "I
wouldn't want anyone to get the idea that we might be doing more than just
showering together, so it's probably best to avoid doing that at all."

"But how would they find out about it, if you didn't tell them, because I
know that I won't say anything?" Jared replied.

"Well, maybe someday you might make an innocent comment, such as 'one time
when Bob are I were in the shower together,' and then things would snowball
from there," I offered.

"But I'd never say anything like that," he assured me.

"Well, you might not do it on purpose, and it's possible you may not even
realize you'd said anything like that, at least not until it was too late,"
I offered.  "No, I think it's better that we shower separately, and seeing
I have two bathrooms and two showers it isn't a problem.  You go ahead and
shower in here and I'll use the one in my bedroom.  I'll meet you
downstairs when you're done."

I could tell he wasn't happy about my decision, because he immediately
began to pout, but he did as I told him.  I then went into my bathroom,
took my shower and then headed downstairs to begin fixing us some lunch.
Since I wasn't sure what he would like or want, I set out some lunchmeat,
cheese, lettuce, tomato, mustard and mayonnaise on the table, so he could
make his own sandwich.  Then I got out a couple of drinks and waited for
him to join me.

Jared was taking much longer than I had, probably because he was upset and
didn't get started right away after I left.  It was possible that he might
have been hoping I'd change my mind and show up a few minutes later, so he
might have waited to see if that was going to happen.  Whatever the reason,
it didn't work out as he'd hoped, which made me suspect he was attempting
to clean up now, so he could join me for lunch.  Everything was ready when
I heard the shower turn off, and then a few minutes later I heard him
coming down the stairs.  When I looked up, he was once again stark naked
and carrying his swimsuit and towel in his hand.

"What did I tell you about that the other day?" I began.

"I didn't want to put this back on," he answered, while holding up his
swimsuit, "cuz it's all yucky, and the only other thing I have to wear is
my shorts, but I left them out by the pool.  I was just coming down to get
them."

"Didn't I tell you to at least wrap a towel around your waist before you
came down?" I challenged.

"I'm sorry.  I forgot," he apologized.  "Besides, you've seen me like this
before, so what's the big deal."

"I know I have, but what if someone else had stopped by or someone happened
to walk by one of the windows and saw you parading around with nothing on.
It wouldn't look good for me," I pointed out.

"That's crap," he snapped back.  "No one is going to go by here and why
should they care about what we do in your house?"

"Don't you see anything wrong with a young boy running around naked in a
guy's house, especially if that guy isn't related to him?" I pressed.

"No, not if the boy wanted to do it," he replied.

"Well, I think there are a good many other people who would disagree with
you," I pointed out.

"Don't you like the way I look or something?" he asked, while looking
slightly hurt that I might not find him attractive.

"That has nothing to do with it," I countered.  "The fact is, I think you
are really handsome and I like looking at you, but it's not something I
want to broadcast.  I'm not ready to have others know about this and I
certainly don't want them to get the wrong idea about what's going on
here."

As I was saying this, I couldn't resist scanning his naked body again,
especially his budding package.  He just grinned when he noticed what I was
doing.

"If you like looking at me, then why do you keep stopping me from doing
this?" he countered.  "No one else is going to find out about it."

"You can't be sure of that and I could end up getting in really big trouble
if it happened," I reasoned.

"No one is going to find out that I'm doing this and I can tell you're
enjoying seeing me this way," he blurted out.  "I know you got a stiffy
when you were teaching me how to drive the lawn tractor and I'm sure you
got a bunch of stiffies at other times too, especially when you've seen me
naked.  I'll even bet you've got one right now."

"You can't be certain of that," I challenged, while feeling a little guilty
knowing he was correct.

"I can too," he challenged.

He then started to reach out and grab my crotch, to see if I was hard.
When I saw what he was about to do, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"Look, that's not going to happen," I advised him.

"Well, I know you got hard before, because I've either felt it, like when
we were on the lawn tractor," he announced, as he turned around and began
moving his butt up and down, like he was bouncing on the tractor seat.
"I've also seen the bulge in your pants when you saw me naked before, so I
know you've liked it so far."

I certainly couldn't deny this and wasn't about to try, because he'd know I
was lying.  However, I still had a point to make.

"It's doesn't matter whether I've enjoyed seeing you this way, because
you've obviously noticed that I have," I confessed, "but if anyone else
found out about any of this, I could wind up in jail.  I have to be
careful, so that doesn't happen."

"But, Bob, I like you looking at me and wouldn't mind doing even more with
you..." I was afraid where this was going, so I interrupted him.

"Jared, no matter how tempting that is, and believe me, I am very tempted,
I just can't risk it," I explained.  "I know you probably think I'm crazy,
and maybe there are others who would agree with you, but I like my freedom
and don't want to end up locked away in some little cell.  Not only that,
but who would want me to write children's books, if they think I'm a
pervert?  Can you understand that?"

"Yeah, I can understand why you wouldn't want to get locked up or risk
losing your job, so I hope you're not mad at me.  Are you?" he wanted to
know.

"No, I'm not mad at you, but you'd better go and put on your shorts now," I
suggested.

He merely nodded and I watched him run off to get them, with his cute boy
dick swinging back and forth and then his adorable little ass cheeks
bouncing up and down, as he moved away from me.  God, what a beautiful
sight that was and it had me very aroused again, but I knew I had to stand
my ground.  After less than a minute, he came back wearing his shorts, but
his smile had faded slightly.

"Can I still come here and work for you?" he asked, looking very innocent,
yet worried.

"Yes, you may, but I expect you to follow my rules from now on," I
insisted.  "There will be delivery guys stopping by from time to time, plus
the guys I'm going to have work on the pool, so I don't want to give any of
them the wrong impression.  Ok?"

"Yeah, I'll try to remember that from now on," he agreed, as he flashed me
his special little grin again.

"Good.  I'm glad you're agreeable," I stated.  "I've made some lunch for
us, so let's eat."

I then guided Jared into the kitchen and showed him what I had set out on
the breakfast counter, before telling him to make whatever kind of sandwich
he wanted.  When he finished doing that, we sat down to eat together, but
Jared kept talking, as he ate.

"Bob, you know I like you a lot.  Don't you?" he announced.

"I do, and I like you a lot too, Jared," I confirmed.

"I want you to know that whenever I'm with you it makes me feel a lot
better about not having a dad," he continued, slightly upping the ante.

"Everyone has a dad, Jared," I countered.  "It's just that some fathers
don't live with their families."

"Yeah, I know I have a dad," he agreed, "but I really don't think the guy
my mother was married to was... well, I just got the feeling that he wasn't
really my dad."

"What do you mean?" I asked, slightly puzzled.

"Well, I know for sure that he's my brother's dad, but my brother is a lot
younger than me," Jared explained.  "When this guy and my mom first broke
up, he used to pick us up for Christmas and at some other times too, but he
always treated my brother much better than he did me.  He even bought him a
lot nicer presents."

"I know sometimes kids think their parents favor one child over the other,"
I answered, "but don't you think that might have all just been in your
mind?"

"No it wasn't!" he shouted back.  "One Christmas he got my brother a
Nintendo, with four game cartridges, and all he got me was the game
'Sorry,' you know, the board game that comes in a box.  It wasn't even a
computerized one.  And when he'd buy us clothes, he'd buy my brother name
brand stuff and I'd get all the discount store specials."

"Are you sure you weren't just imagining that?" I challenged.

"I wasn't imaging it and my grandparents did the same thing.  My dad's
parents would buy my brother really neat things and all I'd get was junk,"
he insisted.  "That's why I stopped going with him.  I didn't need that
crap and I hated the way they made me feel when they did it."

"I'm sorry to hear you say this," I commiserated.

"And when I told my mom why I didn't want to go with him any longer, all
she said was that she was afraid something like that might happen, but she
wouldn't tell me why she felt that way," he continued.  "Every time I'd ask
her, she'd just say, 'Oh, I didn't really mean anything by that,' or 'I'll
explain it to you when you're a little older.'  I guess I'll have to be as
old as her before she'll ever tell me anything."

"She must have her reasons," I suggested, hoping it might reassure him it
wasn't a slight.

"And I have mine.  Don't I have a right to know who my father is?" he
asked, defiantly.

"Yes, I think you're old enough to know the truth," I agreed, "but there
must be more to it than just what you've told me."

"Like what?" he challenged.

"I don't know, but there must be something," I answered, rather lamely.
"Don't judge your mother too harshly until you know all of the facts."

"And how will I know all of the facts, if she never tells me anything?" he
countered,

"Good point, but I'm sure that some day she'll tell you what you want to
know." I offered, although I wasn't truly convinced of that myself.

Jared gave me the 'Yeah, I'll bet' look, and then fell silent.  We finished
eating our lunch without any further discussion and then I gave him another
couple of twenties from my wallet, expecting he would go home after I did
so.  In the meantime, I carried the dirty dishes over to the sink and
started to wash them.  When I turned around again, I was surprised to see
that he was still there, but he gave me a big smile when he saw me looking
at him.

"Is anything wrong?" I asked him.

"No, it's really great," he answered, looking a bit surprised.  "Why?"

"Well, I thought you would be heading home, since we've finished working
for today."

He suddenly looked a bit upset that I had just suggested this.

"Do you want me to leave?" he asked next, looking somewhat dejected.

I could see that he looked hurt and thought he might even begin to cry at
this point.

"No, I don't WANT you to leave," I answered.  "It's just that I thought you
might have something to do and would want to leave.  Don't you have things
to do at home?"

"No, not right now and I don't have to go home until suppertime," he
replied.  "Isn't there something else I can help you with?"

"The only other thing I was planning to do today was calling to find a
company that would be willing to come out here and take care of the pool,"
I informed him.  "Unfortunately, there's not much you can do to help me
with that."

"I don't care.  I just like being here with you," he confessed.

After saying this, he shot me another of his patented grins, to let me know
that he meant what he'd just said.  How could I refuse him now?

"Hey, it's ok with me if you want to stick around.  I just thought you'd
have something better or more fun to do," I stated, and his smile grew even
broader.

"It's fun just being here with you, whether we do anything or not," he
responded.

After that exchange, Jared stuck around and listened as I called some pool
companies, and I managed to get two of them to agree to come out, so they
could look the situation over and give me an estimate.  They both stated
that it would probably take at least a week to complete the work, once they
got started, so it looked as if we wouldn't be swimming for a while.  The
only positive to this was that the pool would be taken care of for a while
and nothing more would have to be done right away again.

Jared stayed with me until it got close to his dinnertime and then I
suggested it was time for him to go home.  He still seemed hesitant to
leave, but I pointed out that his mother would be expecting him and I
didn't want to create any problems between them.  I certainly didn't want
to take the chance that his mother might get upset and then forbid him from
coming down to spend time with me in the future.  He said he doubted that
would happen, because the money he was earning really helped out a lot, but
I managed to convince him it would be best if he didn't take that chance.
Besides, I reminded him that his mother came home just so she could have
her meal with his brother and him, so she deserved equal consideration from
him in return.  He finally agreed and rode his bike home, but not before
telling me that he'd be back after she left to go to her other job.

I then asked him if he wasn't expected to stay home, so he could watch his
brother while she was gone, but he insisted he wasn't required to do that.
When I insinuated that his ten-year old brother probably didn't like being
left home alone, Jared said he'd bring his brother with him, if he really
didn't want to stay by himself.

"Well, if that's all right with you?" he added, quickly.

He must have realized that he'd made a rather large faux pas, because he
belatedly added the last comment to correct his mistake.  After I told him
I wouldn't mind, as long as he kept his clothes on, he laughed and said he
would, so I left it at that.  As he rode off, I had no way of knowing if
I'd see him again later, or maybe his brother and him, or possibly neither.
Even though I enjoyed his visits, I thought maybe it would be best if we
didn't spend quite so much time together.  Even though I've been able to
control my urges so far, I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to
continue doing this, so maybe it would be best if he didn't come down quite
as often.

As I sat at my desk and tried to do some writing, I quickly discovered
that, once again, I wasn't able to accomplish very much.  Every time I
tried to concentrate on what I was working on, images of Jared flashed
through my mind and caused me to forget about what I was supposed to be
doing.  Sometimes I would envision him out mowing the lawn in that tiny
pair of shorts, while at other times he would be helping me clean the pool
in that extremely tight swimsuit or I'd picture him coming down my stairs
totally naked, but no matter what he was doing, it would cause me to have
an erection.

There was no question about it.  The boy was having quite an effect on me
and I understood why I was so infatuated with him, but what I didn't know
was how I was going to control my desires.  It was getting to the point
where I was beginning to fantasize about doing all sorts of different
things with him, including sexual acts, which I knew I couldn't allow
myself to get involved with.  How was I going to pull this off without
having to avoid this kid altogether?

I was still lost in my thoughts when the doorbell rang, and when I opened
the door, I saw Jared standing there with that big grin of his sparkling at
me.

"Hi, Bob.  I'm back.  What do you have that I can do for you?" he greeted
me.

"Well, we could just watch a movie," I offered, "but if you feel you have
to work, we could also go out and clean my Chevy Tahoe.  It hasn't been
washed in a while."

"Well, let's wash the Tahoe and then we can watch a movie after we're
done," he suggested.  "Would that be ok?"

"Sure, kiddo.  That would be fine," I agreed.  "You sure are a good
worker."

Jared began to blush when I said this, but then he looked up at me,
sheepishly.

"My mom tells me that too, cuz I do a lot of work around the house," he
admitted.  "She says I'm as good a worker as any person she's ever known."

After saying this, he looked down at the ground, because he seemed to be a
little embarrassed by having revealed this tidbit of information to me.  I
thought his shyness was adorable, but I already thought most things about
him were adorable, so this just made him even more fascinating.

Once he got over his bout of uneasiness, I took him outdoors and we began
washing my SUV.  He did a great job and scrubbed every inch that he could
reach, while I did the parts he couldn't quite get to.  When we finished,
we were both quite wet, so he was reluctant to sit on any of my chairs to
watch the movie when we went inside.  I understood how he felt, because I
went up to my room to change out of my wet clothes, and while I was there I
looked for something he might be able to fit into.  Unfortunately, all I
had that might serve the purpose was an old t-shirt, which when worn by
Jared would probably hang down to his knees.

Since that's the best I could come up with, I took it down with me, along
with a towel, and told him he could wear the shirt temporarily, while I put
his clothes in the dryer.  I then explained that he could put them back on
when the movie was over and it was time to go home.  He thought that was a
good idea and immediately began to strip out of his clothes.  I started to
say something, but since I knew it would fall on deaf ears, I let him
remove all of his clothing and merely handed him the towel to dry off with,
before I gave him the shirt, which he put on at once.  I took his wet
clothes out to the laundry room and threw them in the dryer, and then I
came back into the living room and put in the DVD.  Then, we sat down to
watch the movie.

I was sitting in my usual chair and Jared sat across from me on the sofa,
but when I looked over at him, I immediately recognized the fact that the
shirt wasn't going to work out.  Jared sat with his legs spread apart, so I
could see his goodies, even though he was staring at the screen.  I could
even see that he had a semi-erection, but I wasn't sure what had caused it.
There had been nothing sexual in the movie and I certainly hadn't done
anything to elicit such a response, so it must have been something from his
imagination.  Even though that might be what caused it, I preferred not to
think about what thoughts he might be having that were getting him so
aroused.

I tried to concentrate on what we were watching, meaning the movie, but I
would frequently catch myself staring at him instead, especially his cute
little package.  Doing that also gave me an erection, which I tried to hide
by repositioning my body, but I think Jared caught me staring at him a
couple of times.  He never said anything about it, but merely smiled
instead, as he repositioned himself to give me a better view.  When he did
that, I would then turn away from him and pretend that I hadn't noticed a
thing.  I'm not sure if my performance was convincing, however, because he
appeared to be trying to give me an even better show.

When the movie finally ended, I ran out and grabbed his clothes out of the
dryer, brought them back to the living room and tossed them to him, so he
could put them on.  He quickly removed my shirt and totally exposed himself
again, before he slowly began to put on his own things.  He could have just
as easily put his underwear and shorts on under the shirt first, and then
removed the outer garment, but it was almost as if he was putting on a
little show, since he realized the effect it was having on me.  All I knew
was that I had to send him home quickly, so I could attend to my own needs,
or I might explode, without any assistance.

He tried to resist my efforts to get him to hurry and leave, because he
quickly suggested that we could watch another movie first, but I explained
to him that it was getting late and I still had some work left to finish.
I then emphasized that tomorrow would be a new day, with more things for us
to accomplish, and we would see each other then.  He finally agreed and
started to take off, but before he went out the door, I urged him to be
careful riding his bike home in the dark.  I also wanted to know if he had
a light on his bike, but he did not, so I went inside and grabbed two of my
flashlights and a roll of duct tape, so I could fasten the flashlights to
his bike.

I hooked the larger one onto his handlebars, to help him see where he was
going, and the other I taped underneath the rear of his bike seat, so
others could see him as they approached from behind.  I then turned both
flashlights on and told him to be careful, before I advised him that he
could return the flashlights whenever he was done with them.  He smiled,
thanked me and then started riding off, but then he stopped a few seconds
later, turned in his seat and waved at me, after having traveled only about
thirty yards.  I waved back, to let him know I had seen his gesture, and
after seeing my response, he turned back around and continued his journey
home.  Once he was out of sight, I whirled around and went back into my
house, ready to attend to my continuing problem.

After turning off the lights downstairs, I went up to my room, quickly got
undressed and then I began to stroke my raging hard-on.  As I did so, I
pictured Jared sitting on the couch, his legs spread wide, seemingly proud
to show off for me.  I also pictured him with an erection and seductively
looking over in my direction, before he offered it to me.  In my mind's
eye, I could see myself surrendering to his beckoning call and seductive
look, so I walked over to where he was sitting and wrapped my lips around
his enticing shaft, as I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his throbbing
member.

That thought pushed me over the edge and I was now blowing my load all over
the place.  It was a seismic orgasm and my body shuddered with enjoyment,
as my testicles released their manly fluids.  After the last of those
pearly drops had erupted from the end of my dick and my mind slowly came
back down to earth, I cleaned up the mess and then headed back downstairs,
so I could do some more work.

For the rest of the evening, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get
thoughts of Jared out of my mind.  Even having released a geyser just a
short time before, I couldn't keep my thoughts from drifting back to that
gorgeous boy.  My hormones were still raging and my desire was just as
strong as it was before, as my body began to ache in anticipation again
from just thinking about him.  How could I let this go on?

If I didn't do something about this soon, such as stopping him from
spending so much time around me, then I couldn't be certain that I'd be
able to keep my hands off him.  There was just something about Jared that
made me want to please him, as well as myself, and there were so many ways
I could do this, but they were also activities that I knew I shouldn't
become involved with.  He was just so open, so inviting and so unashamed of
showing off his lovely body that made him so desirable.

The problem was that since I was having these thoughts about him, I was no
longer sure if I could trust myself to be around him.  It was a dilemma
that I didn't want to address, but I knew that I had to.  I also needed to
do it before it was too late.


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