Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2003 02:23:57 EST
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View chapter 2

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acts may be between boys or between a man and a boy.  The story is a work
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Point of View - by Erastes                          Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 2 - The boy.                                December 2002

As soon as his clothes had finished washing and drying, I gave them back to
him, and he dropped his towel and put them on in front of me.  I didn't say
anything this time, but I took a bill out of my wallet and handed it to
him, to pay him for his work.

"Twenty dollars!" he exclaimed.  "Isn't this too much?"

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

"Yeah, but I got to ride.  I didn't have to push it or anything."

"Well, that's what I pay, and check with me next week, to see if it needs
to be mowed again, or maybe we'll be able to wait another week."

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

"I'm not sure about that, maybe I can run out and get the supplies tomorrow
night, and if I get caught up with what I have to do, maybe we can start it
the following day."

"Okay, I'll come back then, to see if you're ready.  Is that all right with
you?" he asked, smiling at me again.

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

"I won't.  Whatever you say goes."  He flashed me another smile.  My heart
melted each time he did that, and I think he knew it.

"Okay, I'll see you then."  With that, he left, and I watched him go get
his bike and pedal up the road.  I was smitten with this boy already, and I
probably could get him to do things with me, if I asked, seeing he had
already shown me he wasn't timid about showing his body off to me.  That
started my mind racing again, and I had to run up to my room, so I could
masturbate, and I slowly jacked off with visions of his naked body dancing
in my mind.

Oh, what a marvelous orgasm that was, as I slowly brought myself to a
magnificent crescendo.  My balls were aching, as I stroked my shaft, and my
heart was pounding wildly in my chest.  I could see that angel's body in
magnificent detail, just as I had seen it many times that afternoon, and it
turned me on with such force that my body shook 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
around me.  It was the most powerful ejaculation I think I had ever had.

Once I had cleaned up my 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 him as the main character in a new story I decided to write,
and I began to outline what it would be about, and which age group I would
write it for.  I wasn't sure exactly how I would do it, but I wanted to use
him in a story about a boy coming from nothing and working his way to the
top.  He would have an excellent work ethic, but also a high moral
character and an obligation to family, which would make him even more
unusual.  There would be no short cuts for him, or no compromising his
principles, but he'd get to the top just the same.  Now that I had that
decided, I was able to go back to my other story and concentrate on it.

I worked hard the rest of that day and the next, so I would be able to take
a break from writing and spend more time with this kid, without having a
guilty conscience for doing so.  Late that afternoon I also made the long
drive into town, to pick up supplies and get the chemicals I needed for the
pool.  Eventually I had everything in place for the next day.  I went back
to finish my work, forcing myself to concentrate on only that, so I could
get as much done as possible.  I assumed he would probably show up by 9:00
the next morning again, as he seemed to want to get going as soon as
possible.

After I finished working for the night, I went up to go to bed, however I
found it difficult to sleep.  My heart was pounding as if I had just run a
marathon, and I could only see naked images of Jared flashing in my mind.
He totally consumed my thoughts, not allowing me to find the tranquility of
sleep.  Try as I might to chase these images from my brain, I couldn't do
so.  This kid had me so flustered, it reminded me of the few times I had
ever fallen in love as a teen, though nothing had come of any of those
situations.  I was in love at those times, but the other guys never knew
it, as they were all straight, and I couldn't take the chance of being
exposed.  God, I remember those times so well, and I still ache thinking
about what might have been, if only they too had been gay.  This was
probably just another one of those times, but at least I could enjoy just
being around him, even if nothing would ever come of it.

The whole night went like that, even after I got up and jacked off again,
thinking maybe that would take the edge off my anticipation.  It did help
some, but I still kept seeing that young boy every time I closed my eyes,
but eventually my weariness overcame me, and I fell asleep.  When my alarm
went off, just before 8:00, I had only had a few hours sleep, but I was
willing to try to survive on that, because seeing my young god again would
give me enough energy to keep going for hours.  I took a quick shower, and
dressed in my summer work clothes, then I went down and had a quick
breakfast, before I started taking the supplies out 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, though
he did look a little tired to me.  Next I asked him if he had eaten, and he
said he had done that too, so I took him through the house and out the
backdoor, to the pool, where we would 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 very small and tight on him.  It wasn't quite a speedo,
but definitely not trunks, and I guess they were either a pair his 10-year
old brother used, or something he had outgrown two or three summers ago.
Wherever he got them, they didn't leave much to the imagination, and they
were certainly turning me on.  That was about as close to being naked as he
could get, without going against the request I had made of him yesterday.
Thank goodness I had selected something that would hide an erection,
because I was afraid I might get more than one while I was around him.

Now I pulled out the appropriate items, and we began to work.  First we had
to clean out all the junk that had fallen into the pool, over the past few
months, and that included leaves, twigs, and all sorts of other debris.
Then we had to scrub it down, to loosen the dirt and scrub off any growths
that had started to build up along the side.  It took us quite a long time
to scrub everything down, and then we'd spray it with the hose, to rinse it
all off.  After finishing all of that, I told him it was time for us to get
out of the pool and clean up, and I'd let the pool start filling up, while
we were doing that.  Once we were both cleaned up, I'd fix us both lunch,
and then I'd pay him, and he could take off.  He told me he wanted to swim
later, but I explained to him I'd have to add the chemicals next, and then
it would be a couple of days before we could use it.  He was disappointed,
but not upset, as he seemed to understand why we had to do this.  We
climbed out of the pool, and I sent him up to get started with his shower,
while I began to fill the pool.  As I entered the house, he called me up to
the bathroom, telling me I had to show him how to adjust the water again.
It wasn't a big deal, but I was surprised that he couldn't do this on his
own, however I went up to help him anyway.

When I entered the bathroom, he was bent over the tub, again stark naked,
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 that too.  I cleared my throat as I entered the room,
and he merely looked over his shoulder, and then he asked me again to help
him.  I showed him how to adjust the water temperature once more, and then
showed him how to make it shoot out through the showerhead, but I got the
feeling this was just a game for him, and that he knew how to do this all
along.  As I was getting ready to leave the bathroom, he asked me another
question.  "Aren't you going to shower too?"

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

"Why, this one's big enough.  We can both fit in here."

"I know we CAN fit in there, I just don't think it would be a good idea to
do it that way."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want people to get the wrong impression."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if people found out that a guy my age took a shower with someone
your age, they might view it as wrong and that maybe we were doing more
than just showering."

"But how would they find out, if you didn't tell and I don't say anything?"

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

"But I'd never say anything like that."

"Well, you might do it, and not even realize what you said, until it was
too late.  No, I think it's better we shower separately, and seeing I have
two showers, that's not 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 this, as he began to pout, but he did as
I told him.  I went into my room and took my shower, and then I headed
downstairs to wait for him.  He was taking longer than I did, probably
because he was upset and didn't get started right after I left, or he was
hoping I'd change my mind and show up a few minutes later.  Whatever the
reason, it didn't work out like he had hoped, and I was sure he was trying
to clean up now, so he could join me for lunch.  I began to fix us
something to eat, while he finished up, and then I heard the shower turn
off.  A few minutes later I heard him coming down the stairs, and when I
looked up at him, he was once again stark naked, carrying his swimsuit in
his hand.

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

"I didn't want to put these back on," he told me, holding up his swimsuit,
"cuz they're all yucky, and the only other thing I have to wear is my
shorts, and I left them out by the pool."

"Didn't I tell you to at least wrap a towel around yourself, before you
came down?"

"I forgot.  Besides, you've seen me like this before."

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

"That's crap.  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 is not a relative?"

"No, not if he wanted to do it."

"Well, I think there are many others who would disagree with that."

"Don't you like the way I look or something?"

"That has nothing to do with it.  The fact is, you're really handsome and I
do like looking at you."  As I said that, I scanned his body, including his
budding package.  He just grinned when he noticed what I was doing.

"Then why do you keep stopping me?"

"Because it could end up getting me in big trouble."

"No one will find out, and I know you'd enjoy it.  I know you got a stiffy
when you taught me how to drive the tractor, and you've got stiffies other
times too, like when you've seen me naked.  I've seen them or felt them,"
he said, turning around and moving his butt up and down, like he was
bouncing on the tractor, "so I know you've liked everything so far."

I certainly couldn't deny that, so I wasn't about to try.  However, I still
had a point to make.  "It's not whether or not I've enjoyed any of this,
because you've obviously noticed I have, but if anyone else found out about
any of this, I could land in jail.  I have to be careful, so that doesn't
happen."

"But, Bob, I like you looking at me, and I wouldn't mind doing more with
you." I interrupted him.

"Jared, no matter how tempting that is, and I am very tempted, I just can't
risk it.  I know you probably think I'm crazy, and maybe some others would
too, but I like my freedom, and I don't want to end up in some little cell.
Can you understand that?"

"Yeah, I guess, but you're not mad at me, are you?"

"No, I'm not mad at you, but you'd better go and put on your shorts."  He
nodded and I watched him run off to get them, with his little ass cheeks
bouncing up and down, and his little boy dick swinging back and forth.
God, what a beautiful sight that was, and it had me very aroused again, but
I knew I had to stand my ground.  Shortly he came back, wearing his shorts,
but his smile had faded slightly.

"Can I still come over 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.  Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll try to remember."  He flashed me his special grin now.

"Okay, I've made us some lunch, so let's eat."

We got up and went to the kitchen, grabbed our lunch, and ate it together.
However, Jared kept talking, as he ate.  "Bob, you know I like you a lot,"
he told me.

"And I like you too, Jared."

"You know, when I'm with you, it makes me feel better about not having a
dad."

"Everyone has a dad, Jared.  Just some fathers don't live with their
families."

"Yeah, I know, but I really don't think my dad was...well, really my dad."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, we know he is my brother's dad, but my brother is a lot younger than
me.  When my dad first left, he used to pick us up for Christmas and other
times, but he always treated my brother much better, and he also bought him
nicer things."

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

"No it wasn't!  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, the one that comes in the box.  It wasn't even a computerized one.
And when he'd buy us clothes, he'd buy my brother name brands, and I'd get
the Wal-Mart specials."

"Are you sure you weren't imagining that?"

"I wasn't, and my grandparents did that too.  My dad's parents would buy my
brother really neat things, and all I'd get is junk.  That's why I stopped
going with him.  I didn't need that crap."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"And when I told my mom why I wasn't going, she said she was afraid that
might happen, but she wouldn't tell me why she thought that.  Every time
I'd ask her, she 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 ever tells me anything."

"She must have her reasons," I tried to reassure him.

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

"Yes, I think you're old enough to know the truth, but there must be more
to it than just that."

"Like what?" he challenged.

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

"And how will I know all the facts, if she never tells them to me?"

"Good point, but some day she will."  He gave me the 'yeah, I bet' look,
and then he fell silent.  We finished eating our lunch, and then I gave him
another twenty from my wallet, expecting him to go home after than.  I went
and started to clean up the dishes, and when I turned around, I was
surprised to see that he was still there.  He smiled at me, 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, now that we've finished the
work."  He looked a bit upset about my having said that.

"Do you want me to leave?"  He looked hurt, and I thought he might even cry
at this point.

"No, I don't WANT you to leave, I just thought you would.  Don't you have
to go home?"

"No, not until suppertime.  Isn't there something else I could help you
with?"

"The only other thing I was planning to do was put the chemicals in the
pool, once it fills up."

"Can't I help you with those?"

"I'm not sure.  It will be a while before the pool is full, and the
chemicals can be dangerous.  I'm not sure that would be such a good idea."

"How about if I just watch you do it then?  I'll stay back and out of the
way, I promise."

"Why would you want to stay around just to watch me do that?  It will be
very boring."

"I don't care.  I just like being here with you."  He shot me another of
his patented grins after he said that.  How could I refuse him now?

"Hey, it's okay with me, if you have nothing better or more fun to do."

His smile grew even broader.  "It's fun just being here with you."

At that point we went back out to the pool, to check on how full it was
now, and I was surprised to discover it was filling more quickly than I
anticipated.  I would now be treating it sooner than I first thought.  I
had Jared help me carry the various items out beside the pool, and then we
waited until it was completely full of water, before I had him put the hose
away, while I started opening the containers.  As he watched me, I
explained what I was doing and why, and he seemed to be absorbing every
detail.  I thought maybe next time I'd let him do a little more than just
watch, if he wanted to, because he did seem to be paying attention and he
appeared to be more responsible than I first gave him credit for.

He stayed with me until it approached his dinnertime, and then I sent him
home.  He still seemed hesitant to leave, but I told him his mother would
be expecting him, and I didn't want him to get in trouble, because then his
mother might prevent him from coming here any more.  He said he doubted
that, because the money he earned helped a lot, but I convinced him it was
better not to take that chance.  Beside, I told him that his mother came
home just so she could have her meal with his brother and him, so she
deserved equal cooperation from him.  He agreed, and rode his bike back
home, but not before telling me he'd be back after she left for her other
job.

I asked him if he wasn't expected to stay home and watch his brother at
that point, and he said not usually, but he'd bring him with him, if his
brother didn't want to stay home alone.  After saying that, he must have
realized he made a rather large faux pas, because then he added, if that
was all right with me.  I told him it would be, as long as he could keep
his clothes on, and he laughed and said he could, so I left it at that.  As
he rode off, I had no way of knowing if I'd see Jared later, or maybe him
and his brother, or maybe neither.  Even though I enjoyed his visits, I
thought maybe it would be best if I didn't see so much of him.  Even though
I was able to control my urges up to this point, I wasn't sure how much
longer I would be able to continue doing this, and maybe it would be best
for him if we didn't spend so much time together.

As I sat and tried to do some of my writing, I wasn't able to accomplish
much.  Every time I tried to concentrate on my work, images of Jared would
flash through my mind, causing me to forget what I was supposed to be
doing.  I would see him out mowing the grass, helping me clean the pool, or
coming down my stairs totally naked, but no matter what he was doing, it
would still cause me to get an erection.  This boy was having quite an
effect on me.  I knew why I was so infatuated with him, but what I didn't
know was how I was going to control my impulses.  It was getting to the
point where I was beginning to fantasize about doing things with him,
sexual things, which I knew I couldn't allow myself to do.  How was I going
to pull this off, without having to avoid this kid altogether?

I was still lost in my thoughts when there was a knock at my door, and when
I went to answer it, there stood Jared, with that big grin of his greeting
me.  "Hi, Bob.  I'm back.  What do you have I can do for you?"

"Well, we could just watch a movie, but if you feel you have to work, we
could also go out and wash my 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.  Would that be okay?"

"Sure, kiddo.  That would be fine.  You sure are a good worker."  He began
to blush when I said this, and then he looked up at me, sheepishly.

"My mom tells me that too, cuz I do a lot of work around the house.  She
says I'm as good as any person she's ever known."  Now he looked down at
the ground, a little embarrassed by having revealed that bit of information
to me.  I thought his shyness was adorable, but I already thought most
things about him were adorable too, so this just made him more fascinating.

Once he got over his bout of uneasiness, I took him out and we scrubbed
down my SUV.  He did a great job, and he scrubbed every inch he could
reach, while I did the parts he couldn't quite get to.  When we finished,
we were both quite wet, and he didn't want to sit on any of my chairs to
watch the movie.  I went up to change, looking for something he might be
able to fit into, but all I had that might serve the purpose was an old
shirt, which when worn by Jared would probably hang down to his knees.  I
took it down to him, and told him we'd put his clothes in the dryer for a
while, and he could put them back on, after the movie was over.  He thought
that was a good idea, and immediately began to get out of his clothes.  I
started to say something, but I knew it would fall on deaf ears, so I let
him remove all his clothing, and then I handed him the shirt, which he put
on at once.  I threw his clothes in the dryer, put on a DVD, and we sat
down to watch the movie.

I was sitting in my usual chair, and Jared sat across from me on the sofa,
but immediately I 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 cause
that in him, so it must have been something from his imagination, although
I'd prefer not to think what thoughts he might be having which would cause
him to get aroused.

I tried to concentrate on what we were watching, meaning the movie, but I
would frequently catch myself staring at him, 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, instead he merely smiled and
possibly repositioned himself to give me a better view, but I would then
turn away from him, pretending I hadn't noticed a thing.  I'm not sure my
performance was convincing however, and he appeared to try to keep giving
me an even better show.

When the movie finally ended, I ran out and grabbed his clothes from the
dryer, and then tossed them to him, so he could put them on.  He quickly
removed my shirt, totally exposing himself again, and then he slowly began
to put on his own things.  He could have just as easily put on his shorts
under the shirt first, and then removed the outer garment, but it was
almost as if he were putting on a little show, knowing 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 send him home, by suggesting we could
watch another movie first, but I explained to him that it was getting late,
and I had some work left to do.  I 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 took off, and I told him to be careful riding
his bike home in the dark.  I also wanted to know if he had a light on his
bike, and he did not, so I went in and grabbed two of my flashlights, and I
rigged them on his bike.  The larger one I tied to the front of his
handlebars, to help him see where he was going, and the other I tied to the
rear of his seat, so others could see him as they approached him from
behind.  I turned both flashlights on, told him to be careful, and advised
him he could return the flashlights tomorrow, or whenever.  He smiled,
thanked me, and started riding off, but he stopped, turned, and waved at
me, after he had gone about thirty yards.  I waved back, letting him know I
had seen his gesture, and after seeing my response, he turned and continued
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 pictured him getting an erection, and seductively
looking over in my direction, before offering it to me.  In my mind's eye,
I could see myself surrendering to his beckoning call and seductive look,
and I went over and wrapped my lips around his enticing shaft, slowly
bobbing up and down on it.  That's all it took, and I was now blowing my
load all over the place.  It was a great orgasm, and my body just shuddered
with enjoyment.  After the last of those pearly drops had dripped from the
end of my dick, and I came back down to earth, cleaned up the mess, and
then headed back downstairs to do some more work.

For the rest of the evening, no matter how hard I tried to, I couldn't get
him out of my mind.  Even having just released a geyser just a short time
before, I couldn't keep my thoughts from drifting to that gorgeous boy.  My
hormones were still raging, my desire was just as strong, and my body ached
in anticipation, just thinking about him.  How could I let this go on?  If
I didn't do something soon, like keeping him from spending so much time
around me, I wasn't sure if I could keep my hands off him.  There was just
something about him that made me want to please him, and me, in so many
ways...ways that I knew I shouldn't become involved with.  He was just so
open, so inviting, so unashamed of showing off his lovely body, and so
desirable, I just wasn't sure I could trust myself around him any more.  It
was a dilemma I didn't want to address, but I had to, and before it was too
late.

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