Date: Sun, 30 Mar 2003 16:43:00 EST
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View, chapter 5

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Point of View - by Erastes                        Copyright 2002 by Erastes
Chapter 5 - The agreement.                        December 2002

Jared and I had a great time swimming this evening, and he looked awesome
in that red speedo.  It gave him just a hint of modesty, without covering
too much of what was underneath.  I must admit that I did pop a few boners
during the course of our swim, but I would immediately go underwater when
that happened, or I'd begin to swim laps, hoping Jared wouldn't notice my
reaction to him.  We had a good time in the pool, and we did many things.
We raced, we splashed, we floated, and we horsed around.  It was a nice
time, and I think we both enjoyed spending our time together like that.
When I began to tire, I got out of the pool and stretched out on one of the
lounges I had on the deck, giving me time to catch my breath and dry off a
bit.  Jared stayed in the water, like a dolphin at play, and I just watched
him frolic alone in the clear water for many minutes more.  After a while
he got out too, and he pulled up the lounge next to mine, and lay beside
me.

We didn't talk during that time, and merely enjoyed soaking up a few of the
sun's rays instead, but then I decided maybe we should put on a little
lotion, if we were going to stay out there like that.  I mentioned it to
Jared, but he said he was ready to go back inside anyway, so we picked up
our towels and walked in the house.  I got us both a drink at that point,
figuring we needed to replenish some of our lost body fluids, and then I
spoke to Jared.

"Well, did you enjoy that?"

"Oh, yeah.  That was fun.  Maybe we could do it again later."

"Sure.  Today we can just relax a bit and enjoy ourselves."  He smiled at
me.

"Do you think we should go get changed now?" he asked me.

"You can if you want.  I'll pop a pizza in the oven, so we can have lunch
when you're done."

"Nah, that's okay.  I'll stay here with you."

We continued to talk, while I fixed some salad to go along with the pizza,
and Jared seemed in a really good mood.  When I finished preparing the
salad, we still had about fifteen minutes left before the pizza would be
finished, so I asked Jared if we wanted to change.  He asked if I was going
too, and I said 'not yet', so he said he'd wait to change too. I thought I
had an idea why, but I didn't force the issue.  Now we got out some dishes
for the pizza and salad, and we set them on the breakfast counter.
Although we weren't having breakfast, I thought it would be a good place to
eat, and I think Jared did too.

He didn't talk much as we ate, but he did keep glancing over at me, and I
had a vague idea why.  I think he had formulated a plan he was now trying
to set into motion. After we finished eating, we cleaned up the dishes, and
I told him I was going to get changed.  He followed me up the stairs, to my
room, and we both began to take off our swimsuits.  Once they were off,
Jared spoke.  "Can I show you now?" he asked, with a certain amount of
childish enthusiasm.  You know, the kind you see when a child wants to show
a parent something new he can do.

"I suppose, if you think you have to."  I'm not sure he expected that
answer, but he smiled and jumped on my bed.  Then he began massaging his
penis and testicles, trying to get himself aroused.  That didn't take long,
but I wasn't sure if it happened because of the stimulation, or because he
was continually glancing over at my exposed package.  Whatever the cause,
he was soon stroking himself in earnest, and then he stopped and asked me a
question.

"Would you like to do this for me?"  He had a very sly and sneaky
expression on his face.

"Jared, I'll look at what you want to show me, as long as you feel it's
necessary, but I think I've made myself clear.  I won't touch you in a
sexual manner."

"But it will make it happen faster," he countered.

"Yes, it may, but I've told you many times we can't do things like that.
If that's what you hoped for, then let's stop right now, and we'll get
dressed and go back downstairs."

"No!  No!  I'll do it myself.  Just stay here, okay?"  He was really
panicked now, as I had started to get ready to dress and leave.

Now that I was staying, he worked hard, pumping on his straining tool,
trying to show me that he could produce that precious liquid that would
indicate he was becoming a man.  His hand slid up and down that slender
shaft so quickly it was almost a blur, as he tried frantically to reach the
point of ejaculation.  I could only admire the beauty of the situation, as
this handsome young man labored so strenuously to show me what he could
accomplish.  After a couple minutes of this frenzied activity, I saw his
body begin tense, his face start to contort, and then a few precious drops
of watery liquid oozed from the tip of his dick and landed on his belly.

At first he was too exhausted to do much else, but then he lifted his head,
smiled at me, and pointed at the liquid that had collected on his abdomen.
He seemed so proud of his accomplishment, excited that I had witnessed it,
and I was thrilled that he had done what he wanted.  As he continued to
beam, I checked out those few drops of nectar, until he finally found his
voice and spoke.  "See, Bob.  I told you I could do it.  I'm not a little
boy, any more, no matter what the law says.  I can do the same things men
can do, so I should be old enough to say what I want to do and who I want
to do it with."

I guess I should have suspected there was more involved with what he wanted
to do, besides show me he could ejaculate.  I don't know why I didn't see
this coming, as I had assumed he was not ready to give up on his tries to
seduce me, but I wasn't mad at him.  I knew what he was trying to do, and I
can't say I blamed him, because I might be doing the same thing, if our
roles were reversed.  However, this didn't solve my problem, or make it any
easier on me, but I guess that was my problem to deal with, not his.  I now
turned my thoughts back to him.

"Yes, Jared, you did tell me you could do that, and I'm very impressed.
You are indeed a young man, but we still have to obey the law, if we don't
want to have to pay the consequences."  He looked somewhat deflated now,
due to my comment.  I think he was hoping he had convinced me otherwise,
but now realized he had not, and he became a bit moody again.  I didn't
know what to do now, so I walked into the bathroom, wet a washcloth, and
then came back and held it out for him to take.  He didn't move, but
remained motionless and pouting on the bed.  I told him what the washcloth
was for, but he still didn't move, and I just stood there for a few
seconds, trying to decide what I should do next.  As I continued to stand
there and watch him, he closed his eyes and kept them closed, and then he
turned his face away from me.

"Shall we go swimming again?" I asked him.  He still didn't respond.

"Jared, I know you're disappointed by this, but it's the way it has to be,
so please just accept it.  I will do certain things for you, but not in a
sexual context, so can't you please accept that and allow us to enjoy what
we can do together?"  He still didn't answer, so I thought about what my
next move should be.  I finally determined I needed to show him that it
wasn't that I wasn't willing to touch him, just that I didn't want to touch
him in a sexual way.  With this in mind, I took the washcloth and began to
wipe the drops of cum from his tummy.  I don't know if it was because he
was surprised by my move or curious as to what I was doing, but his head
whipped around and his eyes opened, and he watched what I was up to.  A
slight curl began to form on his lips, as he gave me a weak grin, but he
wasn't completely over being upset with me.  It was at this point that I
noticed another drop of semen on the end of his dick, and I reached up with
the washcloth and wiped it off.  His dick began to harden instantly,
letting me know he approved of that encounter, but I decided I'd better
explain.

"Jared, I don't mind touching you, except in a sexual way.  I can help to
clean you, as any parent would a child, but I won't go further than that.
Is that clear?"  He nodded his head, but this time his smile didn't fade.
I think he decided to take this small victory and be happy about it, rather
than argue the point any longer.  He did hop up, and got off the bed
however, and then he came over to me, to give me a big hug.  I'm not sure
whether he did it on purpose or not, but he did manage to grind his dick
into my thigh a bit, but I chose not to say anything about that.  When we
broke the hug, I asked him what he wanted to do next, and he said he just
wanted to sit with me for a while, maybe watching some TV.  He then told me
he wanted to swim some more after that, so I suggested we put our swimsuits
back on, and then go down to watch television.

I'm glad we did that, because we had only been watching our program for
about a half hour, when the front door opened and in walked Josh.  "Hi,
Bob.  You don't mind if I come in, do you?"  He looked slightly
uncomfortable.

"No, Josh.  You're welcome any time."

"You should have knocked or rang the doorbell though," Jared scolded.

"Hey, I don't make you do that," I told Jared, " so Josh doesn't have to
either, unless the door is locked and he can't get in."  Jared gave me a
dirty look, but he didn't argue with me.  I think he thought he should have
greater freedom here than his brother, but I felt I would have to treat
them equally, or it might create a problem or competition.  I didn't want
Josh to feel unwelcome or any less at home here, or he might complain to
his mother, and then she might stop Jared from coming down too.

Josh immediately noticed we were in our swimsuits, so he wanted to know if
he could go swimming too, and then he wanted to know where Jared got his
swimsuit from.  Jared simply explained it was one that I had at the house,
not going into detail as to why I had it, and Josh just seemed to accept
his answer.  He wanted to know if I had another one, and Jared reluctantly
told him we did, and then he took him upstairs to show him the selection.
There was the other speedo, the trunks, and the old swimsuit that Jared had
brought down from his house.  Josh selected the trunks, and soon the three
of us were frolicking out in the pool.

Josh seemed to be enjoying himself too, and Jared got over his jealousy for
a time, but I could tell Josh was not as open and outgoing as his brother.
I knew he was also jealous of Jared, at least about what he had here with
me, and I had to be careful not to show favoritism or give him any more
fuel to ignite that jealousy to a greater degree.  I let the boys continue
to frolic in the pool until it approached their dinnertime, and then I made
them dry and change, so they could go home and join their mother for their
evening meal.  I went upstairs to change too, and I gave each of the boys a
towel to dry with, and they both followed me into my room.  Unabashedly,
Jared stripped down and changed right in front of both of us, but Josh was
more shy, and he turned his back to us, before he took off the trunks and
put on his clothes.  When he turned back around, he was blushing slightly,
and I knew he wasn't as open or bold as his brother.  I hoped this wouldn't
create any problems for us in the future.

Once they were changed, I sent them on their way, but I watched them go up
the road, not saying much to one another.  Once they disappeared from
sight, I went back inside and fixed myself something to eat, wondering if
I'd see either or both of them later.  About two hours after that, I had
the answer to my question, when both of them came through my door again.  I
was actually surprised to see Josh again, but I wasn't going to send him
away.  I was about to welcome them back, when Jared spoke first.

"Mom wants us to invite you to supper tomorrow," he announced.  "She says
seeing you've been so nice to both of us, she wants to fix a special meal
for you and get to know you."

This immediately caused me some concern.  I was worried about the expense
and trouble she would go to, about eating food that I knew they could
barely afford, and about what Jared might do or say in front of her, while
I was there.  However, I knew I couldn't turn down her request, and risk
alienating her, because that might cause her not to allow the boys to come
down any more.  With some reluctance, I agreed to join them, and Jared
smiled broadly when I gave him my response.  I think he was looking forward
to me joining them on a day he thought we wouldn't see each other.  You
see, we'd already discussed this point, and I told Jared that since it was
his mother's only day off, and her primary chance to spend time with him,
he was to spend the entire day with her, and not think of me at all.  He
wasn't happy with that arrangement, but he did agree with my logic, so
therefore he had agreed to do that every Sunday from now on.

Once that had been settled, the boys wanted to know if we could go swimming
again.  Seeing it was still light out, I saw no reason why they shouldn't
be able to, so I told them they could go upstairs and change.  When I
didn't follow them, they stopped and wanted to know if I was going to join
them, and I told them I thought I might skip this session.  Immediately
they began to argue with me, especially Jared, telling me they had more fun
when we were all out there together, so I finally gave in, and followed
them up to change.  I told Josh he could change in the bathroom, if he
wanted, as I realized he was shier than his brother, but he said he was
fine, and he'd change in my room too.  We all began to strip down, but Josh
still turned away from us to do so, but what he didn't realize was the
mirror on my dresser gave me full view of everything he had.

I tried to enjoy the show, without him being able to notice I was doing so,
and as I assumed, he had the typical little boy dick, maybe an inch or two
in length.  He was circumcised, like his brother, but the only hair to be
seen on him was on top of his head, and he was a typical ten-year old boy
in every sense of the word.  He was cute, but not breathtaking like Jared,
and he had a little extra weight on him, where Jared was quite slender.  He
would probably develop quite nicely, as he got older, but right now he was
just a little boy, awaiting his trek through puberty.

Once we were all ready, we went back down to the pool, and we had quite a
good time.  The boys wanted to race, so I swam a few competitive laps with
them, and then I dropped out, and let them compete with just each other.
Once they had tired themselves out, they swam over and just hung around me,
arguing about who was fastest and had won the most races.  Neither would
give in to the other, so they asked me to decide who was the best swimmer,
but instead of answering them, I merely dunked them both under water, to
get them off the subject.  It worked, and soon they were both trying to
assist each other in dunking me, and the debate had officially ended.

When we finally got out of the pool, we went back up to my room to change,
but this time Josh wasn't quite as guarded about hiding his body from us.
He started to take down his trunks before he turned around, and then
thought better, and spun in the other direction, but after toweling off, he
slipped again, and turned toward us to get his clothes, without covering
up.  I pretended that I hadn't noticed, to make him feel better, but that
didn't seem to help.  Realizing he had slipped again, he grabbed the towel
and held it in front of his privates, until he pulled up his underwear, and
then he threw his towel on my bed.  Once we had redressed, we went
downstairs, and we had a drink together, before I sent the boys home.

Sunday I rested a little longer than usual, due to the workout in the pool
the evening before, and then I just took it easy.  A little after noon, I
heard the doorbell ring, and I went to answer it.  It was Jared.  "Whatcha
lock the door for?" he inquired.

"For one thing, I wasn't expecting any company today," I told him, giving
him a quizzical look.  "I thought you promised to spend today with your
mother?"

"I am," he protested, "but she wanted me to let you know what time we were
going to have supper, and I couldn't find your telephone number.  She told
me to come down here and tell you in person, and that's what I'm doing."

"Okay, I apologize.  I jumped to a conclusion here," I told him,
embarrassed by my own actions.  "So what time does she want me to join
you?"

"Mom said to ask you to come up about 5:00, and we'll eat around 5:30.  Is
that too early for you?"  He looked anxious, but I wasn't sure if this
question was his own, or one his mother had told him to ask.  It didn't
matter though, because that time would be fine with me.

"Jared, that time will be fine.  I slept in this morning, so I'll have a
late breakfast and I'll be ready to eat again by then.  Okay."  He smiled,
letting me know that was more than fine.

"I'll go back home and tell my mom.  She'll be really happy."  He started
to turn to leave, but I stopped him.

"Jared, what should I wear tonight?" I wasn't sure how dressed up they
planned to get.

"Clothes.  Mom might not like it if you came with nothing on."  He began to
laugh after he said that.

"Real funny, wise guy, but what I meant was, should I wear a suit, shirt
and tie, or just a pair of slacks and a shirt?"

"Oh, sorry.  I don't think we are going to dress up, so just pants and a
shirt should be fine.  I'll ask my mother when I get home, and if she says
we are dressing up, I'll let you know.  Bye."  He started to leave again.

"Jared, hold up."  He turned around and looked puzzled.  "Let me write down
my telephone number for you, so you won't have to come back here again."  A
look of understanding came over his face, and he waited while I got a piece
of paper and jotted down my number on it.  I handed it to him, and he took
it, folded it up, and stuck it in his pocket.  Now he waved at me, as he
got on his bike, and began to pedal up the road.  I watched him until he
went out of sight, and then I went back into the house.

I began to wonder how this was going to go, and I was a little nervous
about meeting his mother.  What if she didn't like me, or suspected I was a
closeted boy lover.  Would that cause her to stop letting Jared or Josh
come down to see me or work for me any more?  I worried about this all day
long, no matter what I was doing at the time, and I was a bundle of nerves
as I got dressed to join them.

I hopped in the car and drove up the road to their house.  I pulled in the
driveway, next to their mother's old and well-used vehicle, got out, walked
up to the door, and knocked, as I didn't see a doorbell.  My hand had
barely touched the door for the first time, when it swung inward, and there
stood Jared, with a huge grin on his face.  "Come in, Bob," he told me,
stepping aside.

I walked by him and into the house, and I looked around as I entered.
Everything in the house was old, but it was clean and well taken care of,
but I still felt bad that they didn't have it a little better than they
did.  At about that moment a woman walked into the room, and I assumed her
to be their mother.  If I had seen them out on the street together,
however, I wouldn't have made that same assumption, as she looked far too
young to have two sons, let alone sons the ages of Jared and Josh.  She
walked up to me, held out her hand, and welcomed me to their home.

"Hi, I'm Sherry," she told me, shaking my hand, "and I'm glad to meet you.
The boys have told me so much about you, and I wanted to thank you for
being so nice to them."  As I looked at her, I would have guessed her to be
in her early to mid twenties, but I knew that couldn't be so, because Jared
was nearly fifteen.  I must say she was holding up well for her age.

"Thank you for inviting me.  It was very nice of you to do so."

"You've done so much for my boys, it was the least I could do."

"I haven't done that much for them," I objected, mildly.  "Jared is a very
good worker, and he's helped me a great deal to keep my home looking nice.
He's also helped me to clean up some messes that were there before I moved
in."

"You're right, Jared is a good worker, but you're wrong when you say you
haven't done much for them.  You're paying Jared a lot of money, for a boy
his age, you've allowed both boys to come down and swim in your pool, and
you've bought things for them.  I think that's dong quite a bit."

I knew I didn't dare argue this point, so I thought I'd play it down a bit.
"Whatever I've done for them, it was either because I've enjoyed their
help, or their company.  I live alone, and my life can get quite boring on
occasion, so sometimes it's nice just to have others around.  If I buy them
a book or two, or let them use my pool, it's worth it to me to have a break
from the monotony I otherwise endure.  I must congratulate you on the fine
job you've done raising them, as they are both very polite and
well-mannered, and you must be extremely proud of both of them."  I looked
around at this point, and all three of them were beaming, each in their own
way.

"Yes, I am.  They are good boys, and I'm glad when others notice and
appreciate that too."  Now she put her arms over both boys' shoulders, and
gave them a little squeeze, letting them know that she meant that
sincerely, and she was very proud of them.  It was nice to see them bonding
like that.  "Jared, why don't you show." she stopped abruptly, and I knew
she was struggling with what to call me.

"Bob.  Just call me Bob."

"Thank you," she told me.  "Jared, if you'll show Bob to the table, I'll go
finish up what I was doing, and then I'll start bringing the food out for
us to eat.  Is that all right with you, Bob?"

"That is fine, and whatever you're preparing, it smells wonderful.  May I
offer to help?"  She smiled.

"No, you just go sit down, and I'll take care of everything else."  At that
point Jared led me to their dining table, while his mother went back to
attend to the food.  It was a circular table, and he sat me at one side of
it, with his brother and him seated to either side of me, and his mother
directly across from my place.  It was almost as if this were a real
family.  Soon his mother began to carry items in, beginning with a bowl of
salad, from which we all took what we wanted.  Besides the lettuce, it had
carrot strips, celery, onions, croutons, and bacon bits.  She had several
bottles of salad dressing too, so we could each select whichever we wanted,
and it was a very nice way to start the meal.  We each had a glass of water
beside our place setting, but their mother also asked me if I'd like some
coffee, and I accepted.  Soon she poured us each a cup, and then we began
to eat.

After the salad was gone, she went out and brought in a baked whole
chicken, complete with stuffing, and she also had had candied carrots and
mashed potatoes to go with it.  It was a very lovely meal, and tasted as
good as it looked, and when we had finished that, she brought out a
chocolate cake, with fudge icing, and announced that she hoped we all had
saved some room for it.  The boys immediately yelled, 'Yes!' and I nodded,
but then I added a comment of my own.

"Wow, do you eat like this all the time?"  The boys smiled, and then Jared
answered me.

"Nah, only when we have someone special over."  I thought that was a sweet
answer, but I felt I needed to tease him a bit, so I looked around the
room.

"Really, I don't see anyone special here."  He gave me a disgusted look.

"It's you, silly," he told me, but I think he knew I already understood
that, but the exchange did generate a little chuckle from his mother and
brother.

After we finished our dessert, I helped the boys clean off the table,
despite the objections of all three of my hosts.  I also offered to help
wash the dishes, but was quickly dragged from the kitchen by Jared and
Josh, and we went into the living room to sit down and talk.  "Come on, I
can help do a few dishes," I explained.  "It's the least I can do for
having been given that excellent meal."

"No way!" Jared responded defiantly.  "I'll do them after you leave."

"And I'll help him," Josh added, which kind of surprised me, because Jared
had told me previously that Josh didn't like to work, but he particularly
hated doing the dishes.  I took it as a special honor that he was offering
to do this then, just so I wouldn't consider doing it myself.

We all sat and chatted for about another hour or so, and during that time
we talked about many subjects, including their family, my job, what brought
me to that location, and how they ended up there.  At one point, Sherry
turned the conversation to me, and what I had done for her sons.  "You
know, it was really sweet of you to buy both of them those books.  You
should have only purchased one set, though, and the boys could have shared
them."  I knew I needed to give her a reasonable argument for having done
this.

"I remember when I was a boy, and my books were very special to me.
Whenever I got books that I really enjoyed, I took extra special care of
them, and I still have many of them today.  I figured your boys would feel
the same way, so I wanted each of them to have their own copies.  Besides,
I'm an author too, and this way I can support a fellow author in the
process."

"Well, that was extremely generous of you, no matter what your reason.  Not
only that, but the boys can't seem to stop talking about swimming in your
pool either.  It's nice that you allowed them to do that and that they have
a place so close to home.  I don't let them go to the municipal pool very
often, because it's too far away and they have to pass through some parts
of town I'd rather not see them in, even if it's only for a brief period of
time."

"I can understand that, and the boys know they are welcome to use my pool
any time I am there."

"Well, I think you're going to turn out to be a godsend for them, because
they used to complain how bored they were during most of their previous
summer vacations."  She gave a small laugh at this point, more of a nervous
laugh than anything else, and I wasn't sure if she was being sincere, or
questioning how much time the boys were spending down there.  She might
possibly be questioning my motives too.  I wasn't certain now, but the boys
both seemed to indicate that they thought she was just being sincere, as
they kept interjecting how much fun they'd been having at my place.  I was
almost surprised that she didn't ask where the swimsuits came from, or why
I had suits hanging around in their sizes.  However, this didn't happen,
but I still found a way to make my exit as soon as I could after that, much
to the boys' chagrin, especially Jared's.

He tried to talk me into staying longer, and when that didn't work, he
asked if he could come down, after he had finished the dishes.  I told him
that would be up to his mother, as it was her day to spend time with him,
but she said it would be fine, for a couple of hours.  I told her if it was
all right with her, it would be fine with me, and Jared told me he'd see me
in a little while, as soon as the dishes were done.  Having settled that
problem, I left, but not before thanking Sherry and the boys for a
wonderful evening.  I backed out of their driveway, with Jared remaining
outdoors and waving at me as I drove down the road, and now I began to
analyze everything that had happened during the past couple of hours.  I
wanted to make sure I read Sherry correctly, and that she wasn't going to
cause me any problems.  Otherwise I'd have to stop allowing the boys to
come down to my house.

Before Jared arrived, I had decided that she was just being nice, and
nothing else was implied in the things she had said.  In fact, she had even
mentioned during dinner that the money Jared was making was helping them
out tremendously.  Seeing I didn't think she wanted to jeopardize the extra
income, I felt her remarks were harmless, and I had must misinterpreted her
comments and actions.  Anyway, I felt things went well and I passed muster,
at least on this occasion.  I guess I could relax for a while now.

My interpretation of the situation was later confirmed by Jared, when he
came down to visit later.  He was all bubbly, very happy, and he just had
to tell me how he thought things went.  "I think Mom really liked you," he
informed me, "but not like a boyfriend.  She thinks you're a really nice
guy and I think she's glad you moved here."

"Well, I'm glad I passed the parent inspection," I told him, making it
sound similar to when a teen brings home a date for the typical meeting
with the parent(s).  He got my drift, and began to giggle.

"Does that mean we're boyfriends now?" he asked.  I should have foreseen
him interpreting what I said in this manner, and if I'd been thinking, I'd
have kept my mouth shut.

"Jared, I didn't mean it quite like that.  What I meant was, now that your
mother knows who I am and approves of me, you shouldn't have any trouble
working or spending time here.  I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong
impression."  He looked kind of crestfallen because of my response, but he
soon brushed it aside and tried to reassure me.

"That's okay, I knew that.  I was just fooling with you."  I knew he
wasn't, but he was putting up a brave front, if only for my benefit.  I
would do my best to make up to him for that, without crossing the line, but
I worried about that more and more now.  Jared was becoming my world, and I
didn't know how much longer I could keep my intellect and emotions
separated, so I would have to concentrate on keeping both of us out of
harm's way.

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