Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2003 15:16:22 EST
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View - chapter 6

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Point of View - by Erastes                        Copyright 2002 by Erastes
Chapter 6 - The temptation.                       December 2002

For the next month, we fell into a pattern.  Jared would come by and work
for me during the week, usually mowing the lawn one day, helping me with
other jobs on the remaining days, and then he would spend a considerable
amount of time in my pool.  On rare occasions, Josh might join him,
especially if he knew there might be a chance to swim, but he didn't join
us often, as he complained we worked too much and played too little.
Instead he would spend most of his time with his friend, who lived at the
other end of the road, which left Jared and me alone.

Things were going quite smoothly, and Jared and I were very close, but I
was able to avoid giving in to his constant innuendos and his overt acts to
tempt me.  Yes, he hadn't completely given up his attempts to seduce me,
though he does stop when I say something.  I guess that was his form of
compromise.  However, something was about to happen that would put my
willpower to the ultimate test.  It all began one afternoon when Jared told
me his mother wanted to speak to me that evening.  She had told him to ask
me to come up to the house later, and join them for dinner, if I wished,
but she had something she wanted to speak with me about.

I was more than a little concerned when I heard this, as I felt that maybe
she was going to question something Jared or Josh might have mentioned to
her, or something she had otherwise overheard or found out about.  Even
though we had done nothing sexual to this point, except for when Jared
masturbated in front of me, I was trying to figure out what she might be
concerned about.  I replayed nearly every moment Jared and I had spent
together, from the first day he showed up at my door until now.  Other than
the masturbation thing, I couldn't think of any other incident she might
object to, unless she now suspected I was a boy lover.  I was getting more
and more nervous as the time approached, but I would have to face her to
learn what was up, because there was no way I could run and hide.  I
couldn't leave Jared that way now, because he would interpret it as being
abandoned by a father again, and I think he was just beginning to put that
behind him.  For his sake, I would have to see this through.

Jared was with me most of that afternoon, and later in the day he suggested
I stop what I was doing, explaining it was time to get ready to go to his
house.  I told him to wait downstairs for me, while I showered and changed,
as we'd been working, and I didn't want to look like some sort of grub when
I got to his home.  I think he was concerned about this meeting too,
because this time he did as he was told, without trying to slip into my
bathroom or doing something sneaky, so he could see me undressed.  His
apparent attitude about this meeting only heightened my own concerns.
After I finished dressing, we got in the Tahoe and drove to his house.

His mother turned and smiled at us, as we came through the door, which
confused me even more.  Obviously she wasn't upset about anything.  "Oh,
hi, Bob.  I hope you plan to stay for dinner," she announced, making me
relax slightly.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it," I lied.

"It's nothing special, just salad, meatloaf, green beans, and baked
potatoes, but there's more than enough for you too.  I really would like
for you to join us."

"Yeah, Bob," Jared chimed in, also apparently relieved by his mother's
upbeat mood.

"All right, but you'll have to let me take you all out to dinner on Sunday
then."

"Bob, that won't be necessary," Sherry began to protest, but I held up my
hand and stopped her.

"It's the only way I'll accept your offer, so the choice is yours.  Do I
stay or not?"

She smiled and nodded her head.  "You sure do drive a hard bargain," she
commented.

"I do, and always in my favor."  I gave her a sly grin.

 She seemed puzzled by my response.  "How do you figure that?"

"Because that way I get to have two meals with three very special people,"
I explained, "instead of just one.  See, my offer was more for my benefit
than yours."  She just gave me one of those motherly 'I don't believe a
thing you're saying' looks, but she didn't pursue it further.

It was a very good meal, and I enjoyed myself once again, but after the
meal ended, Sherry told me she'd like to talk to me in private, while the
boys cleaned up the table and did the dishes.  I was concerned again, but
followed her into the living room just the same.

"Bob, I need to ask a big favor of you," she began, and I started to relax
again.  It was a favor, not an accusation or a series of questions.  "Would
you be willing to keep Jared with you for a while?"  She paused, but only
momentarily.  "You see, my ex-in-laws contacted me a few days ago, and they
want me to bring Josh to visit them.  The thing is, they've never been too
fond of Jared, so I think it's best if he stays where he can have some fun,
rather than being hurt again."

"You know, he told me once that he thought his father and grandparents
liked Josh better, but I told him it must have been his imagination.  I
take it there is more to this story than meets the eye.  Why would a father
or grandparents be like that with one of their own?"

"Because he's not his son or their grandson by blood.  My ex adopted him
when he was a baby, to impress and help me out, but he never really
accepted Jared.  Jared questioned that many times, but I always hoped it
would get better.  Unfortunately, it didn't.  If anything, it got worse."

"Why didn't you tell Jared the truth, when he asked?"

"I felt he was too young to understand, and I thought it would hurt him
even more."

"I think you underestimate your son.  You need to be honest with him.  He
has questions he wants you to answer for him."  She looked thoughtfully at
me, then toward the kitchen, and then back to me.

"Do you think I should tell him tonight?"

"I do."

"Will you help me?  I'm not sure I can do this alone.  Besides, I think
Jared will be less affected by it, if you're here for him when he learns
the truth."

"Whatever you think is best.  I'll do anything, as long as it is in Jared's
best interest."  She smiled at me.

"Somehow I knew you'd say that," she explained.  "So, will you be able to
keep him while we're gone?  I'm dropping Josh off with his grandparents for
a few days, and then I'm going to visit friends of mine.  Jared doesn't
know any of these friends, and besides, I think he'd be very bored there."

"Of course I will."

"Oh, thank you.  We'll be leaving Friday, and we won't be back until a week
from Sunday.  I've taken my vacation time to do this.  Will that be a
problem?"

"Not at all.  Jared and I will be fine, if that's what he wants to do."

"I'm almost positive it will be."  A few minutes later the boys came in
from the kitchen, having finished their chores, and they sat down to join
us.

"Boys," their mother began, "I have something I need to explain to you.
Your grandparents called to make some inquiries."

"Not about me, I bet," Jared interrupted, making a face in the process.
His mother looked crushed, knowing how much that bothered him, and now she
did her best to alleviate his pain.

"Jared, maybe I should explain something to you," she began.

"They aren't really my grandparents, and he isn't my real father, is he?"
he interrupted her again.

"No, he's not your biological father, so they're not your biological
grandparents either.  He did adopt you, however, right after we got
married, and before I had Josh.  That means he is legally your father, and
they legally are your grandparents."  That didn't seem to convince him
however.

"See, I told you," he screamed out, looking at me.  "It wasn't all in my
head and I wasn't imagining it.  He didn't love me, and neither did my
grandparents.  They only loved Josh."

His mother was almost crying now, as she felt her son's pain.  "I think he
did at first, but after Josh was born, I don't think he could deal with his
feelings about heredity.  He had this thing about being blood related, and
he could never get past that.  I think he got that idea from his parents,
and that's why they acted the same way.  I'm sorry that all had to happen
to you, but I did what I could to soften what happened."  I could see they
were both crying now, and Josh was looking upset too, but not to the same
extent the other two were.  Finally his mother continued.

"They want me to bring Josh down to visit them, and I thought I'd visit
some of my old friends at the same time, but I knew you'd probably be
bored.  That's why I asked Bob here tonight, to see if you could stay with
him.  Would that be okay with you?"

Now Jared perked up, looked at his mother, and then over at me.  "Yeah,
that's more than fine," he told her.

"Does that mean Jared isn't my brother any more?" Josh asked next.

"No, he's your brother, because I gave birth to both of you.  Technically
you're half-brothers though, because you had different fathers."

"Then who is my father?" Jared wanted to know.

"Jared, I don't think we should go into that right now.  After Bob leaves,
we'll sit down and discuss this further.  That's when I'll tell you about
your biological father."  He finally agreed to this, and then she explained
to both boys about the trip and about how long they'd be gone.  Jared gave
me an evil little grin, when he discovered he'd be with me for over a week,
and now I worried about what I might have gotten myself into.

I was a nervous wreck as Friday approached, but Jared was as giddy as a
schoolgirl.  He was looking at this as a great opportunity and a fun time,
and I was looking at it as a gigantic temptation.  Lord, give me strength.

When Friday finally arrived, Jared was down at my house early, his bike
laden with his things.  He came bursting through my door, dragging one of
his satchels behind him, and he dropped it just inside the door, before he
ran back to get the other.  When he came back in, he was just glowing.
"I'm here, Dad, and we're going to have a great time together."

Man, he was just so excited.  "I'm sure we will," I agreed, still not
certain as to what I was in for.  I told him to take his things upstairs,
and he could have the room across from mine, but that's when I encountered
my first problem.

"Can't I just sleep with you?  I promise I'll just sleep, nothing more.  I
want to spend time with my dad. Please."  Well, what was I going to do now?
This was meant to soften the news about his father, and he did promise to
behave, didn't he?

"If you're sure you can keep that promise, then okay.  But if you don't
keep that promise, I'll ship you right across the hall...immediately."

"Okay, I promise," he confirmed.

I could see how important this was to him, and I had already decided to
make him feel as if he were spending time with his father, so what the
hell.  "Then put your things in my room, and you can stay in there with me,
but if your mother asks, you stayed in the room across the hall."

As soon as I told him he could put his things in my room, he began dancing
around, and when I had finished, he threw his arms around my waist and
hugged me like I had never been hugged before.  "Hey, kiddo.  Take it easy.
Are you trying to snap me in two or something?"

"No, but I'm just so happy about spending time with my dad, that's all."
He was more like a boy of ten, than a young man of nearly fifteen right
now.

"Well, kiddo.  What would you like to do first?"

"I dunno.  What do you want to do?"

"Hey, it's up to you.  You're the guest here."  His expression changed when
I said that.

"I'm not a guest," he replied, defiantly, "I'm your son."

"Oops, sorry, kiddo."

"That's okay," he offered, giving me a weak smile of reassurance.

We eventually did many things that first day, beginning with a quick swim,
and then I just took Jared out for a ride.  We drove around the
countryside, taking in all the scenery, but we stopped to investigate
anything interesting we passed along the way.  We even stopped at a
restaurant to eat, which seemed to be a treat for Jared, and he tried to
make sure he absorbed as much as he could while we were there.  You'd think
I'd taken him to a five-star establishment, the way he was acting, but it
gave me a great deal of joy just to realize I had played even a small role
in his immense pleasure.  After that, I decided to take him to see a movie,
so I took him to one of those complexes, where Jared would have a choice as
to what he wanted to see.  I don't even remember the title of the movie he
selected or what it was about, because I was having more fun just watching
Jared enjoying himself.  When the movie was over, I even took him out for
some ice cream, to top off the evening.  As we pulled into my driveway
afterward, he turned to me and spoke.

"Wow, that was a really great day, Dad.  Thank you for everything."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I told him.  "Now start thinking about
what you might want to do tomorrow."

"I don't care.  I'll do anything, as long as it's with you."  He gave me a
grin after he said that.

"Okay, but why don't you go up and shower now, before we turn in for the
night."

"Would you give me a bath instead?  My dad never did that for me, and I
think that would be nice."  He now gave me that sad, pleading look of his.

"Jared, I don't think that would be such a good idea."

"Why, you told me before you didn't mind doing things like that for me.  So
won't you do it tonight?"  He was using my own words against me now, and I
knew I had to prove to him that I meant what I said earlier.

"Okay, but I'm just going to bathe you, nothing more."  He nodded his
agreement, so we went upstairs.  I drew the bath, and Jared got in the tub,
and then he sat there and waited for me to wash him.  I grabbed the
washcloth, wet it down, applied the soap, and then I began to clean his
face.  Jared continued to just sit there, like a child of four or five,
letting his parent take care of him.  After I washed his face, I washed his
arms, and then his chest and back.  I was getting ready to wash his legs,
when Jared stood up in the tub.

"Here, this will make it easier," he told me.

He was actually right, it did make it easier to wash his legs, but it put
his delightful package right in my face.  There were some soapsuds clinging
to his genitals, which only made them look even cuter, and I had a tough
time keeping my eyes off of his goodies.  I managed to finish washing his
legs, and then I put the washcloth down, telling him he could rinse off his
legs and get out, if he wanted.

"But you didn't wash all of me yet," he protested.

"I did everything I'm going to do," I replied.

"Ah, come on, Dad.  You have to do all of me."  He gave me that pathetic
look again.

"Jared, I think you're pushing it."

"No, I'm not.  You promised."

"I promised I'd give you a bath, and that was all."

"Yes, but you didn't wash everything.  Didn't you say you didn't mind
touching me?"

"Yes, but." he cut me off.

"Then prove it to me, or were those just words you told me to make me feel
better?"  He had a point.  "Did you really mean that, or not?"  I thought
carefully before I responded.

"Okay," I told him, "but you behave."

"I will," he replied, unable to hide delight.

Now he had a big grin on his face, as I soaped up the washcloth again, and
then I began to wash his butt.  I even slid the rag down his crack, making
sure that was cleaned too, but I was very careful not to let him think I
was trying for any penetration.  Then I moved around to his front,
lathering up his grape-size testicles, and then I began to clean his
adorable piece of dangling flesh.  Immediately it sprang to life, and stood
out from his body.  "Oops," he apologized.  "I couldn't help it.  It did it
on its own."

"That's okay.  I understand," I comforted him.  "I know how things like
that can happen."  I finished washing his penis, and its sudden firmness
made that task even easier.  Once I was done, I looked up at him.  "Okay,
you can rinse everything off now."

He didn't move, but remained in that position, just looking at me.  "What's
wrong?" I wanted to know.

"I think I need to take care of this first," he told me, pointing at his
erection.

"Okay, go ahead.  I'll meet you back downstairs."

"Wait," he shouted, stopping me in mid turn.  "Seeing you helped it to get
it this way, don't you think you could help me get rid of it too?"  There
was that damn pleading look of his again, but I just gave him one of my
looks back.

"Aw, come on.  You've touched it to wash it, so can't you touch it to help
me out too?"  God, he looked so damned cute, so vulnerable, and so utterly
pathetic at this point.  However, I did consider his request.  He had
gotten me to let down my guard this far, and I knew I could absolutely
trust him, so I was giving this more consideration than I thought I would
or should.

"Please," he pleaded.  "Pretty, pretty, please."  Damn, how could I refuse
my little angel, especially since I wanted to do this as much as he did.  I
guess he'd gotten me to lower all my shields now, and my resolve had melted
away, so I decided to do this for him.

"Okay, but only this once.  Don't get any other ideas after this."  He just
flashed me that huge grin of his, as I reached up and wrapped my hand
around his stiff shaft.  Jared let out a sligght sigh as my fingers closed
around his firm, yet pliant, member, and he began to elicit a few grunts
when I began to slide my hand up and down its length.  I knew I shouldn't
be doing this, but both of us were enjoying it far too much for me to stop.
Besides, I was so taken with this kid that I don't know if I COULD stop
now, even if I wanted to.

My hand was now flying back and forth over the surface of Jared's slender
tool, and he was making all kinds of noises at this point, which almost
sounded as if he was purring.  I reached my other arm around his waist,
slipping that hand in front of him, and I gently massaged his balls.  He
instinctively spread his legs at that point, giving me better access to
them.  Now he was beginning to grunt more frequently and even louder, and I
knew he was getting close.  Soon I felt his body stiffen, saw his back
arch, and then thin jets of watery liquid shot from the tip of his dick.
As soon as he finished ejaculating, he almost collapsed, and I was glad I
had my arm around his waist at that time, so I could assist him.  I used my
arm to hold him up, and then I guided him into a sitting position is the
tub, not only to rinse off his body, but also give him a chance to
recuperate from his orgasm.  He now opened his eyes, gave me a weak smile,
and began to speak.

"Damn, that was even better than I hoped.  It was freakin' incredible.  It
never feels that good when I do it to myself.  That was really cool.
Thanks, Dad."

I just smiled at him, pleased that he enjoyed it so much.  "I know, kiddo.
It always seems better with a partner, doesn't it?"

"It sure does, and I can't wait to try other things now."  I just gave him
a stern look, letting him know he was crossing the line again.

"Don't start planning on us doing anything more than this," I warned him.
"I gave in to you this once and did this with you, and I probably shouldn't
have even done that.  However, since I did, it doesn't mean I'll do
whatever you want from now on."  He just looked at me and grinned, but
didn't say a word, and he gave me a look that seemed to say, 'We'll see.'
I knew this might become a problem now, but I figured I'd address this
issue with him again, the following day, when we were both fresh, and he
wasn't so giddy from what had just happened.

I told Jared to hop into bed, while I took my shower, and I went in and
lathered up, constantly thinking about Jared while I did so.  I almost
decided to relieve myself while I was in there, but I concluded that would
take too long and Jared might come in to check and see what was going on.
Instead, I hurriedly cleaned up, dried off, and then I went out to get into
bed.  Jared was already under the sheet when I got there.  He just smiled
at me as I walked into the room, and he watched me as I changed into a
fresh pair of underwear.  I turned off the light and hopped into the bed
next to him.

At first Jared didn't make a move.  He just lay there in the dark, like he
was settling in for the night.  However, after a few minutes, he began to
sidle over toward me, and then he cuddled up against me.  "Jared, aren't
you wearing anything?" I asked him, as I felt his penis brush against my
leg.

"No.  I didn't think you'd mind now."

"Jared, just because I helped you in there doesn't mean I'm going to let
everything slide now.  I want you to hop out of bed and throw on a pair of
briefs, or you can sleep in the other room tonight."  After I said that, I
turned on the lamp beside my side of the bed, only to see Jared pouting,
unhappy with my ultimatum.  He got out of bed and slipped on a pair of
briefs, then got back into bed beside me, but he didn't automatically move
over next to me again.  Instead, he stayed on his own side of the bed, and
I stayed on mine, until we fell asleep.

About halfway through the evening I awoke to use the toilet, and I
discovered Jared's body pressed tightly against mine.  One of his arms was
draped across my abdomen, and one of his legs was thrown over my own leg,
but he was sound asleep.  I carefully removed these two body parts from my
own body, and then I slipped away to use the toilet.  When I got back to
the bedroom, I slid carefully into bed, so as not to wake Jared, and then I
prepared to go back to sleep.  Before I did, however, I thought how nice it
felt to have him so near me, and how wonderful it was not to have to sleep
alone.  I rolled onto my side, getting into my favorite position, and then
I dozed off again.

I can remember having wonderful dreams after I went back to sleep, mostly
of a sexual nature, and I could almost feel myself doing things with Jared.
One dream was so vivid that I swear I could almost feel myself reaching my
crescendo.  I believe that led to the strongest nocturnal emission I had
ever encountered.  However, when I awoke, I discovered that wasn't the
case.  As I opened my eyes, I saw that Jared had taken my penis out of my
underwear, and then I realized he had masturbated me to ejaculation.  "What
do you think you're doing?" I asked him, trying not to sound too gruff.

He now looked up at me, with his mouth agape and his eyes opened wide.  "I
was just trying to help you, the way you helped me last night."

I knew he probably thought he was just repaying me for my assistance, but I
had to clarify my position on this issue.  "Jared, you shouldn't be doing
anything of this nature with me, especially without talking it over with me
first.  Do you understand that?"

Now he looked hurt and upset, and he lowered his head, partially in shame,
but he didn't respond to me right away.  I didn't say anything more either,
figuring he understood my message concerning this type of activity, but
then he looked up at me, and began to object.

"Dad, I only wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel last
night."  He was looking in my direction now, but he wasn't looking me in
the eye.

"I know you meant well, Jared, but this isn't something you can do without
checking with me first.  If you understand that now, then I guess we can
let this drop and not press the point any further.  What do you say?"

"Okay, I won't do anything like that again, but I still don't think it was
wrong."  He was giving in to my demand, but he wasn't giving in completely.
That was definitely vintage Jared.

After I cleaned up, we stayed in bed a while longer, and he scooted over
next to me again, putting his head on my chest.  I wrapped my arm around
his back and placed my hand on his side, and I knew he was happy and
content now, even without being able to see his face.  It was really nice,
but it was also something a father might do with his son, and I knew Jared
was just eating this up.  After a while, I suggested we should go
downstairs and have some breakfast, but Jared began to whine a little,
asking me if we could just stay like this for a while longer.  I relented,
and told him we could, but I also told him to let me know when he was ready
to eat.

As we continued to lie there, Jared ran his hand over my chest, playing
with my chest hairs and occasionally tweaking my nipples.  I didn't say
anything about this, as it wasn't overtly sexual, and about a half hour
later he began to tire of that activity and informed me he was ready to
eat.  We went down to the kitchen, and I fixed each of us an omelet and
toast.  I also poured us both a glass of juice, but I gave myself a cup of
coffee too, in addition to everything else.  After we finished eating, I
decided to see what Jared might have in mind that we could do together.

"Okay, kiddo.  What would you like to do today?"

"Gee, I don't know.  Anything we do together will be fine with me.  I had a
great time yesterday."

"I'm glad to hear that.  Have you ever played miniature golf before?"

"Once.  I went with a friend on his birthday."  His face had brightened,
but then turned a bit sad looking, as he began to realize the types of
things he had missed out on during his young life.  I thought I'd better
get him away from those thoughts.

"Did you enjoy it, when you played?"

"Yeah, it was fun," he informed me.

"How would you like to go and do that with me today?"  Now he really began
to brighten.

"Yeah, sure.  That would be great."  I knew I had the start of a plan.

"Okay, then.  Let's go get dressed, and then we'll go play some miniature
golf."

Jared leaped up from the table, took his dishes over to the sink, and
hurriedly rinsed them off, before he placed them in my dishwasher.  Then he
came back to the table, to help me do the same thing, because he knew I
would want to take care of the mess first, before I did anything else.
Once everything was put away, he raced from the kitchen, bounded up the
stairs, and was in my room before I even got to the bottom of the stairway.
When I finally entered the bedroom, he was completely undressed, trying to
decide what he wanted to wear.

"What do you think, Dad?  Which pair of shorts should I wear?"

"It really doesn't make any difference, but the khaki ones look nice."  He
smiled at me.

"Then I'll wear those."  He now put on his briefs, the shorts, an
appropriate shirt, and his athletic shoes.  Now he was ready to go.  I was
taking a little longer than he did, and he sat on the bed fidgeting, while
he waited for me to finish.  When I had completed my preparations, he
followed me into the bathroom, where we both brushed our teeth and combed
our hair, before heading downstairs.  It was almost as if my movements were
being shadowed by a puppy, and he followed me everywhere I went, from
checking on the house, to getting my car keys.  When I finally was sure we
were ready to leave, he also followed me out to the Tahoe, and we got in
and drove away.

When we arrived at the miniature golf course, we picked out our putters and
grabbed our golf balls, and then we headed toward the first hole.  Once we
were there, I let Jared go first, and I watched him make his initial putt.
He whacked the ball way too hard, and the ball hit the backboard and
bounced halfway back to where we started.  I suggested he go get the ball,
and start again, but I'd give him some instruction first, before he tried
his next putt.  He seemed to like that idea, and he did what I told him,
and soon I was instructing him on how to gauge the strength of his stroke
and how to line up his shot, before he went again.  This time his putt was
much better, and he nearly got a hole-in-one.  He was just radiant when he
turned around, after he saw how well he had done.

I went next, not doing quite as well as Jared's last attempt, and he
managed to sink his second putt, while I needed two more putts to get my
ball into the cup.  We continued playing, with Jared doing quite well, but
my game also began to pick up.  On each hole I would try to point out what
the obstacles were, and then advise him on the best way to approach the
hole.  Jared would listen carefully, and learn from my advice, before he
took his turn.  When we finally finished the course and added up our
scores, we had tied, which made Jared just as happy as if he had beaten me.
It was an enjoyable time, and it couldn't have ended any better, even if I
had tried to plan it beforehand.

By this time we were fast approaching the hottest part of the day, so I
told Jared I was going to take him to lunch, before we did anything else.
I suggested we go home after that, and take a dip in the pool, to help cool
us off.  He seemed to like that idea, so we went to Pizza Hut first,
ordered a pizza and the salad bar, ate, and then we went home.  I told
Jared we'd have to wait a while before we went in the pool, and he was fine
with that, so we decided to watch some television while we waited.

When it was time to go for our swim, Jared had another proposition to make
to me.  "Dad, can't we go swimming without any clothes on, just this one
time?  I want to know what it would be like, and Josh and my mom aren't
here to catch us now.  Please?"

I thought about his request for a while, noting that he was right in his
assumption.  If I were ever going to allow him to do this, this was
actually the best and safest time.  I finally agreed, and he nearly blasted
into orbit with excitement, hardly believing I was going to let him do
this.  Immediately he began to discard his clothing, throwing his shirt
here, his pants there, and his shoes and underwear someplace else, and then
he turned and waited for me to finish disrobing.  I was a little slower
than him, because I was placing my clothes neatly on a chair, and when I
had finished undressing, I followed him out to the pool.

The trip just getting there was enjoyable, as I watched his little butt
cheeks wiggle up and down, and back and forth as he meandered out to the
pool.  When he spun to check on me, to make sure I was still following him,
I saw his dick swing around with the rest of his body, until it slapped
against the leg closest to me.  He was just such a gorgeous little sight to
behold that I got hard just walking behind him.  When we got to the edge of
the pool, he turned toward me again, but this time he noticed my erection.
He gave me an evil grin.

"Did I do that to you?" he wanted to know.  Not being one to give in
easily, I decided to give him a wise-ass answer instead.

"Nah, it was the neighbor boy.  I saw him standing nude in his bedroom
window."  Seeing I didn't have any neighbors close enough to make that even
remotely possible, he caught on immediately and began to rib me about my
condition.

"I knew it," he announced, in an authoritarian tone.  "I knew you liked me
as much as I did you, but I thought it would get bigger than that."  Now I
knew he was teasing me about my size.

"Hey, it's big enough for whatever I decide to do with it, stubby."  I put
it that way to let him know that he wasn't so big either.  We both
chuckled, and made a few more snide comments about it each other, before we
hopped in the pool, which seemed to take care of my problem almost
immediately.  We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool, racing,
relaxing, and otherwise having a great time, and we were now more than
halfway through our second day together.

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