Date: Sat, 03 Mar 2007 11:03:59 -0500 (EST)
From: phil Smith <high5fiveme@lycos.com>
Subject: look but dont touch 5

Disclaimer: As usual I have to say that this is absolutely fictional and
illegal to read if you are under 18 or if the age is lower in your area.
This is erotic. Eroticism excites you if you read it and think about it
because that is how sex works. You picture something that is your fetish
and you get sexually excited. Then in the case of a male, you usually do
something that relieves the stress that was caused by thinking about that
thing. Now if you are under 18, you are not supposed to get those thoughts
from reading or looking at things that cause that erotic excitement because
laws exist to that effect. So if you are under 18 and want to think
erotically just go make it up in your own mind and then when you are 18,
you can relieve your stress by wasting your time writing a fictional story
like this, since it never could happen because you made it up. Go away and
come back when you are older. Please post your story on nifty though when
you are old enough because I would love to read it.

Look but don't touch...number 5

After dropping off Jake/Jacques, the Frenchman and Nic his little French
brother, I had probably thirty-five minutes of cross-town traffic to get to
my home.  This left me plenty of time to reflect on what just happened and
how to plan for my future with my new boyfriend, affair, lover or whatever
he wanted to be. He could be all of the above for me, but because of his
age, I would let him decide what he wanted to be.

I had already come up with the plan of introducing the boys to my family
through the excuse of meeting at a skate park. I knew Nic was probably good
enough to approach Raymond when we went to the park. The other haunting
thought was Jake's statement to the effect I might not be ready to let sexy
Nic teach my son what he knows. I had to think about this for a second. I
know if I did what I wanted to do and bring Jake into my life I would be
bringing Nic into Raymond's life, and I had already offered my son up for
that.

What would I be as a father if I exposed my son to gay sex? I knew that
Raymond would be taken into it as what boy isn't at a young age. I know
Raymond's best friend was cute, and I was not even sure Raymond wasn't at
least rubbing dicks or something with his friend. They spent the night
together constantly.  I had already told him it was ok if he ever played
around with a boy. I had to do that since I have seen too many boys feel
guilty. It was not that I wanted him to do it, but if he did, I didn't want
him to feel bad. Besides I hadn't quite elaborated on my words "play
around." But this was going to be more if he got involved with Nic. There
was an older boy involved with Nic even though I don't remember what he
looked like but my remembrance was the boy Sean was in the ballpark of age
with Jake.

As I drove along, I was thinking of my rationalizations. It's ok, if
Raymond is gay that will be his choice. He will come to me, and we will
discuss it, and I will just tell him about my life, and I will leave it all
up to him.  Boy, what a bunch of crap that was. It was truly my
rationalizations because I wanted to be with Jake. I was hooked, and I was
going to involve my boy to set this up. This was not a resolvable situation
in the thirty minutes I had to drive home.

I began then to think about Jake. Had he cried because he realized he was
falling for me just as I had already fallen for him? He had said that he
didn't understand, and I can't say I do completely, but I had a clue
because I had fallen in love pretty close to his age with a guy. Maybe we
could work it out together. Could I afford to pay for this kid while
rearing my family? Were the boys' French parents really as liberal as the
whole situation seemed to be?  Way too many questions went through my mind
just before I reached the driveway of our two- story Spanish style home
which was like all the others in Vegas.

As I drove in the driveway, a chilling thought hit me.  I had not since I
got in my truck at the job site, thought once of my wife, Marie, or my
daughter, Anna. How could this event have erased these people from my mind
for a couple of hours? It didn't take long for me to be reminded. Mexican
women let you know really quickly when they aren't happy.

I entered the door and everyone had eaten. Usually, the kids would wait for
me because I would call religiously and say when I was going to be home.
How could I call? I had entered another world and was lost in sexual
pleasure and the pleasure of finding love again.

The look on Marie's face could have killed. Slamming of cabinets as she
finished the dishes was also a slight sign that I had goofed. What could I
say? What excuse could I manufacture? Frankly, I never have been good at
excuses so I played stupid which I was beginning to think was my whole
problem anyway. I am stupid.

"Hi, honey. Where are the kids?" Well that didn't work, and I didn't really
care so I ignored the raving and ranting and went off to Raymond's room to
try out my plan with him.

I knocked, a habit that I would like to teach Nic someday, and Raymond
invited me in. He was on his computer talking to school friends on instant
messenger. He came up and gave me a hug and said "I missed you for
dinner. Boy was mom pissed."

I said "Well I was late because I heard about a skate park that I went to
check out for you and Billy."

His eyes lit up and he said, "Yeah, where is it."

"It's out on Charleston on the way to Red Rock Canyon."

"Cool. Can we go this weekend?"

Voila! That's French by the way. Situation handled. How easy was that. This
is a boy who already has my heart who is going to help me get another boy
who will have my heart in a different way. I said "Call up Billy and ask
him if he wants to go, and we will go at 10 am on Saturday morning.

"Cool, he is online. I'll just im him now?"

I positioned myself on his double bed to wait for an answer, and my mind
just couldn't help thinking. Oh my god, if this thing goes where I want it
to go with a joint birthday party, Raymond is going to have sleep-over soon
with Nic and what the hell will they be doing in this bed. You know the
thought excited me thinking of him with that cute boy Nic. After all, I had
absolutely nothing against him liking guys, but I wasn't going to force
this in anyway. I was going to talk to Nic who seemed adult enough to
discuss these things before I let him fuck with my son.

During my thinking, Billy had enough time to ask if he could go and the
answer was, of course, yes. Ok now, I needed to attack this right up front.

"Raymond, I gotta tell you a couple of things before we go this weekend."

"Yeah, dad, just a second." Raymond then opened a couple of windows on his
computer and typed a couple of things to his online buddies or girls. I
don't know how many girls because I never really wanted to know.

Raymond turned and said, "Ok, what is it."

"Well, the kids on that side of town are really cool and good skaters, and
you might learn a lot from them. In fact, you may even make friends over
there and that's really cool with me especially if you meet some good
skaters who can help you with your skating." Oh, god was the shit coming
down out of the ceiling or what? I hoped at some day in the future he would
think back on this conversation and realize what a manipulative asshole I
was being.

"Yeah, that would really be cool cause Billy and I suck at skating. I'd
love to have a skater friend."

"Ok, that's great but you know I just want you to know that those kids on
that side of town are like more mature than you guys over here." Boy was
that ever true, I thought thinking about Nic standing there with a hardon
watching me embraced with his brother in my arms. 

Raymond said, "What the hell does that mean?"

"I mean they know more about sex and may do more things with sex than you
guys over here."

"And exactly what things do they do on that side of town that we aren't
doing on this side of town?"  Raymond talked rather intellectually. I don't
know where he got it from because neither Marie nor I used really
articulate ways of speaking.

"Well, I think the boys get together sometimes on sleepovers and play
around with each other." I grimaced and have no idea how I had just said
that to my ten year old.

"Oh, so on that side of town. They have friends whose house they sleep at
and they suck each others dicks and they fuck each other in the ass?"

Did I deserve this or what? What the fuck had he just said? Let's get to
the point here, Raymond. Wait he just did. How does stupid Mike respond
now?  How about:

"Yes."

"Well, dad, get a clue. What do you think Billy and I do on sleepovers?
Once you told me it was ok to play around with boys. Billy and I started
that weekend." With that he turned and went back to IMing on the computer.
I guess he was telling Billy how clueless I was. That's twice I have showed
my age today I guess.

"Oh, ok. I just wanted you to know, it was ok with me because I did it when
I was your age." Well that was a lie, I started later, and I didn't fuck in
the ass until much later, and I don't remember when I started sucking, but
what the hell!  It must be the sign of the times. Progress. Why wouldn't I
have realized all along that is what Raymond and Billy were doing? Didn't I
tell him it was ok in my "new age," fatherly way of presenting sex to your
child. The youth are obviously smarter than us. But haven't kids always
been smarter than their parents?

"Ok, dad that would be cool if it happened, but I just wanta learn to skate
better."

I thought a second about the "fuck and suck" statement and said, "Well,
Raymond actually I didn't fuck and suck until I was older. We kind of just
rubbed dicks."

Raymond turned and said in his brilliant sort of way. "Yeah, dad, but this
is the 21st century. Everything is happening sooner."

The 21st century!  My god I had not heard that yet. I truly was left in the
20th century which term we used a lot near the end of that century. But
this was the 21st century and maybe he was right. Maybe I better stop being
so stupid and wake up into this century. I knew I couldn't do it in this
marriage though.

With this conversation over and with me realizing that this had been one of
the most shocking days in my life, I stood and went to my office to get
online my self. Marie had conveniently finished cleaning up and gone
upstairs to pout in the bedroom. This usually bothered me because I had
only her to go to at night, but now I actually had someone else to go to.

I wondered if Jake had a computer in his house. My office was my sanctuary,
and it was private enough for me to go in and shut the door and jack off to
pornography when I wanted. Yeah, I did go to guy sites too. In fact, my
favorite site, which was free, is called "nifty." It has erotic pornography
for all kinds of sex. I loved the stories on it and would usually go to the
young friends section hoping to find affairs between boys of the same age
like I had with Anthony.

Closed in my office. I picked up my phone and called Jake after I had
entered his name with his number from the caller id. The phone rang only
once and I knew this was my chance because he I think he was waiting for my
call.

Jake answered. "Hi, dude."

I instead was going to let him have it. I said, "Hello is this Jake Dupree?"

Jake was taken back a little by the formality and answered simply "Uh, Yes."

I said Well, I was just going through my list of numbers in my received
file from earlier today, and I noticed this number. I was not sure if it
was a home number or a cell number but after I realized it was a Frenchman
and realizing how much I liked fucking the French, I decided to go to the
word store and press the little button and add the name of the person with
whom I am madly in love so I typed on the keypad Jake Dupree...Viva la
France!"

My god, that was an icebreaker, and Jake broke out in hysterical laughter.
In between his laughs he said, "Ok. Ok. I get the point, I shouldn't have
treated you like you are an old dumb fart who didn't understand the phone."

I laughed because I knew now this was truly a smart kid who got things.
Yeah he was a member of a new generation, but he wasn't one of those kids
who thought we owed him something because he was smarter than we were. I
think in all of his affairs with the older guys for shoes, he had been
respectful. In fact, I truly think he was a kid who liked older men, and I
certainly hoped so.

I let him off the hook really quickly with.  "Hey, dude. Don't worry. I was
just kidding." Then I told him all about my return home confiding in him
about the angry wife and telling him every exchange Raymond and I had.

About my wife, Jake showed real compassion. About Raymond's sexual
adventures Jake said, "Well, I could have told you that." And about getting
together Saturday at 10 o'clock, he said "Yes, that's perfect."

I said, "Yeah and I can't wait. Can you get there or do I have to figure
out a lie to pick you guys up like you are hitchhiking or something." I
don't know where I came up with that.

Jake said, "Well yeah that's a great idea because if not, we will have to
walk the entire way."

"Ok, I'll call you Saturday and we can arrange a pick up place and I'll
just call you on the phone as we get close and you can stick out your dicks
and we will pick you up."

Jake said totally jokingly I hope..."Hey. Nic and I are French, we will do
it if you want."

"Well, lets not take this French thing too far cause if you stick out your
dicks every old guy driving up Charleston will stop to pick you up. Listen
this is all great." I continued. "I am so excited, so I will call you
around 9 o'clock Saturday morning."

There was silence on the other end of the line and Jake finally said "Well,
if I could, I would like to come down to your trailer Thursday."

Well stupid is as stupid does. Why had I tried to be so final in this
conversation as if the only thing we could do next was our plan? I said,
"Well of course, you can call come to my place or do whatever you want any
time, any day. Just make sure you call because sometimes I have to go off
site to get stuff.

Jake said "Sure. Do you have Cingular?"

"Shit no. I have Verizon."

"That sucks because we don't have free minutes together, and I am really
restricted on minutes until after nine pm." Jake informed me.

I knew where this was going and I was pleased. Jake wanted to talk more.

"Well, nine pm isn't good for me because I have to get up at 5:30 and get
ready to go to work early. You know construction is always early to bed and
early to rise."

I added "I'll figure this out just give me time." And to preempt the last
question so I would seem somewhat to be living in the 21st century, I
asked, "Do you have a computer?"

Jake said, "Yeah, great idea, lets hook up on instant messenger."

I hadn't even gotten to my idea and this kid was thinking ahead. Maybe this
lazy generation will at least be smart and be able to save us from the
aliens by reading their minds.

"Can you talk in private ever on the computer?" was my last question."

"Yeah it's in my room. Its a laptop so I share it with Nicolas who is on a
lot but that little shit owes me so I can get it from him to talk to you. I
know by the way he keeps talking about you that he wants us to hang out."

That one statement gave me lots of information...a new name for Nic, the
fact that his parents aren't poor if they can buy laptops exclusively for
their boys and three: Nicolas is now making the decisions. I wondered if
two ten year olds were now going to be running my life.

We hooked up while on the phone on yahoo messenger as quickly as possible
to save on Jake's minutes. Jake and I talked online until I was getting too
tired. We ended up sharing a lot about our lives. You can get more honesty
online I find from people. The problem online though is that people can
also lie about themselves. I had hoped that all I had heard from Jake that
night was true and had no reason not to believe him. And so far I liked
everything I heard about him and from him. I was deeper and deeper into
this and bringing Jake deeper and deeper into the life of a married man
with children.

I went to bed to face the bitch, but I didn't give a fuck. I had another
love to work on now, and I was going to make the most of it. The old love
had been going through a slow death since the birth of Raymond our last
child we planned to have. I was pretty sure now Jake loved me and if he
showed up Thursday, it would be time three of the affair part, but I know I
wanted and needed more now.