Date: Sat, 12 Apr 2003 22:21:05 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View - chapter 7

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Point of View - by Erastes                         Copyright 2002 by Erastes
Chapter 7 - The submission.                        December 2002

My time with Jared was so wonderful, so refreshing, and he made me feel so
vital that it actually put some meaning back into my otherwise lonely
existence.  He obviously needed and loved me, and I couldn't have loved or
wanted him in my life any more than I did now, so I guess we had sort of a
symbiotic relationship.  That term means two dissimilar organisms are
living in a situation that is mutually beneficial, and I think this was a
correct definition of our relationship.  Here we are, two dissimilar
organisms, in this case a man and a boy, living in a situation that
benefits us both.  Jared gets a father and someone to love him, and I get a
boy I can do things with and love too.  If only life were that simple.

Over the time we were together, we did the normal work around the house,
but we also spent time with each other just having fun.  I took Jared
miniature golfing and rollerblading, taught him the fundamentals of tennis,
went on bike rides together, went to the movies, took him out to eat, and
then we would spend time together alone, most of the time being
affectionate.  Oh, yes, Jared had dissolved my defenses and gotten me to
lower the voluntary shields I had erected around myself, the ones I
established to prevent me from following my boy-lover instincts.  He had
convinced me that he wanted that type of relationship as much as I did,
that if we were careful no one else would discover our relationship, and it
was something we would both enjoy, if I would only allow myself to do so.
For him I had let my guard down a bit, and I was doing more with Jared than
I had ever thought I would allow myself to do with anyone, but I found it
hard not to give in to this little guy.

Our relationship heated up even more on the third night he stayed with me.
We had a very busy day, expended a great deal of energy, and I was beat.
However, Jared had more stamina than I did.  That night, after we were in
bed, he rolled over toward me, while we were watching a little TV before
turning in, and posed another question to me.  "Dad, would you teach me
about blow-jobs?"

I was only mildly shocked he had asked this, as his sexual curiosity has
been running on overtime lately, but I thought I'd better clarify what he
was expecting.  "Sure, I can tell you about them, like how to do it and
such."

He gave me a strange look.  "No!  I don't want you to tell me.  I want you
to show me.  I know how it's supposed to be done, but I want to know what
it feels like and how to do it to someone else."

"Jared, I've already given in to you way too much, and I've broken many of
the rules I had set for myself.  I just think this is going a bit too far."

"Why?  We love each other, and now you're my dad, so why can't we?
Please."

"Jared, that's not something a father and son would do together."

"Well, then you're my boyfriend.  I can think of my boyfriend being like a
dad to me too, can't I?  So now if you're my boyfriend, we can do that.
Right?"  He smiled, figuring he had won another debate with me.

"Jared, I wish you'd make up your mind what you want me to be for you.  I
like the idea about being your dad, but I'm not sure I'll be able to handle
this boyfriend idea, not with this age difference."

"Why, I don't mind it.  Or don't you want someone as young as me for your
boyfriend?"

"Jared, that's not the problem.  I'd love to have a boyfriend your age, but
it IS your age that poses the problem.  You're still below the age of
consent."

"But I thought I proved that I was old enough, even if the law said I
wasn't."

"In a physical sense you are old enough, but are you emotionally ready to
handle something like this?  What if I had to move away, or I died, or got
killed in an accident.  Could you handle that?"

"Probably not, but I couldn't handle that if it happened to a boyfriend my
own age either.  And I don't think an adult could handle that, if it
happened to someone they loved."

"Okay, good point, and maybe I chose a bad example."

"No, it's just that I know what I want, and I want you.  And I want you to
want me the same way too."  I could almost read the hurt in his eyes,
because he was afraid I wasn't totally committed to him.  It broke my heart
to know he thought that, and I only wished there was some way he could
understand that I probably wanted him more than he wanted me.  If only I
could let him know that, without giving in to him further.

"Please, Dad...Bob, whatever you want me to call you now.  Teach me how to
do that.  I want to feel what it's like, and I want to do it to you too."

"Jared..." he didn't let me continue.

"Please.  It's something I really want to do, but mostly because it would
be with you."

"Jared, if I give in to you about this, then next you'll be coming to me
wanting to try anal sex.  I just can't allow that."

"Why, no one would find out."  He looked confident now.

"Jared, that's not true.  Anal sex would leave bruising, and possibly even
tearing around your rectum.  Any doctor would recognize those signs, when
giving you a physical."

"How about blow-jobs?  Do they leave signs that doctors would know about?"

"Not that I know of."

"Good, then if you let me do that, I promise I won't ask to do anything in
the butt."  Now he looked hopeful.

"Jared, you've made promises in the past you haven't kept, if you
remember."  I eyed him suspiciously.  "So why should I believe you would
this time?"

"Because I'll keep my promise this time, if you'll do this for me."

"And how can I be sure of that?"  He thought for a minute or two, before he
answered me.

"Because if I don't keep my promise this time, then you don't have to be my
dad any more, and you won't have to let me come visit you either."  I could
see the trepidation on his face as he said this, fearing it might just
happen if he didn't keep his word, and then I saw a tear sneak from the
inside corner of his right eye.  I knew he was putting everything he held
dear into this promise, so how could I refuse that valuable an offer?

"God, I'm probably nuts for doing this, but okay."

Jared flew across the bed at this point, hugging my neck and kissing me all
over my face.  I thought I was getting my face licked by a overly friendly
puppy, and I almost thought I would have to get a rolled up newspaper and
swat him on the nose, to get him to calm down.  "Jared, take it easy," I
advised him, "before you manage to injure me."

"I won't hurt you.  I love you too much to do that, especially now that
you're going to teach me even more."  He was literally hopping on the bed
now, because he was so excited.  Suddenly he stopped, looked at me, and
then quickly took off his briefs.  After that he lay back on the bed, and
gave me a sly grin.

"Okay, I'm ready," he announced, spreading his legs and offering his
goodies to me.  He looked so damned adorable lying there, semi-erect and
waiting for me to service him.  This was going to be more for my benefit
than his, but I would give him the best oral sex I could.  Slowly I moved
over next to him, and crawled between his legs, and I began to lick his
scrotum, before I began to suck on his watery marbles.  He was wiggling on
the bed, giggling every now and then.  I pulled off and asked him what the
problem was.

"No problem, it just tickles sometimes, but it feels real good too.  I
didn't know you could do that?"

"Oh, that and much more," I informed him, before dropping back down and
taking his whole ball sac in my mouth, rolling his testicles over my tongue
and inside my mouth.  Now he was really squirming on the bed, but this time
he was whimpering, not giggling.  I took it he must be enjoying this part
of the process.  Now I released his nut sac from my mouth, and I began to
lick up the underside of his cock, and I could feel his whole body shiver
as I did this.  It must have sent tiny electrical impulses throughout his
body.

His dick now swelled and got much harder, as I ran my tongue around the
head of his penis, teasing his slit as I did so.  After teasing him like
that for a few minutes, I lowered my mouth over his helmet, completely
enclosing it inside my warm, moist oral cavity, and I heard him gasp when I
did that.  Now I began to nod up and down on his stiff little mast, using
my oral muscle to tease the surface of his penis, while I used the suction
of my mouth to bring him even greater pleasure.  I could hear Jared's
breathing now, though I couldn't see his face, but his breaths were shallow
and ragged, and I knew he was enjoying my efforts.

I was using every piece of knowledge I had about oral sex to stimulate
Jared, and I even let my hands and fingers get into the act.  I used them
to stimulate his scrotum and nipples, while I applied oral stimulation to
his phallus.  It was all Jared could handle now, and I felt his body
stiffen, before he arched his back.  His hands grabbed the back of my head,
and he drove his penis deep inside of my mouth, so he could release those
precious drops.  I'm not sure how much he spewed, but I felt his organ
pulse several times in my mouth.  This told me his penis was straining to
expel the fluids, but the taste of that sweet nectar was something I shall
always remember.  It had the consistency of dew, with the sweetness of
honey, and it was as warm as milk from a cow, yet as refreshing as a glass
of cold water on a very hot day.

Jared was in sort of a swoon after releasing his load.  His eyes were
closed, and he lay motionless on the bed, while he recuperated.  I rolled
off to his side, and scooted up so I could see his face, and I watched him,
as his breathing returned to normal, astonished by the glow that seemed to
engulf him.  Slowly I saw his eyes begin to open, as he gradually regained
his senses, and then he spoke to me.  "That was absolutely incredible.  I
didn't know it could be that wonderful.  Thank you, Dad.  I really love you
for that."

I didn't respond verbally to his praise, but I merely smiled and nodded at
him, and then I stroked the hair on his head, letting him know that I was
still there for him.  He cuddled against me at that point, as he enjoyed
those warm feelings of afterglow, and then he began his next round of
teasing.  "Okay, Dad, can I do that to you now?"

"Are sure you want to do that NOW?  Don't you want to leave this for
another time?"

"No, I want to do it now.  Just tell me how and what to do."  That
ear-to-ear grin now spread across this face once again.  I nodded my
approval, and he sprang to his knees, as he watched me lower my underwear,
eventually removing them completely.  Now I was completely exposed, and he
had full access to my member.  I must be absolutely nuts for allowing this
to happen.

"Okay, kiddo.  Do you remember how I started?"

"You mean when you licked my nuts and then took them into your mouth?"

"Yes, that's what I meant.  Do you think you want to do that?"  His smile
never dimmed.

"Oh, yeah.  Big time."

I spread my legs for him, and he hopped between them.  After he was in
position, he bent forward, so he could use his tongue to stimulate that
part of my body.  Eventually he took one of my testicles into his mouth,
and began to close his lips around it.  "Hey, champ, easy with those teeth.
Extend the lips forward, over the teeth, so you don't bite anything off."

He began to giggle now, so he spit my ball back out of his mouth, which
relieved me greatly.  "I wouldn't do that...on purpose," he added.

"I know, but it's the mistakes that scare me," I countered, making a face
at him, which got him laughing even harder.  After we had that settled and
he had regained his composure, he decided to get back to business.  He
started to do the same thing to me again, but this time he kept his teeth
away from my family jewels.  He did that for a few minutes, and then he sat
back up, looked at me, and spoke.

"What should I do next?" he wanted to know.

"You can lick up the shaft and around the head next, and when you think
you're ready, you can take it into your mouth.  Don't try to take too much,
because if you do, it might cause you to gag."  He nodded his
acknowledgment of my advice, and then went back to his business, doing as I
had told him.  When he eventually got ready to swallow my dick, he took
just the head into his mouth, as I suggested.  However, when he began to
bob up and down on it, he went too far at one point, and he began to gag.
He pulled up, until his gag reflex subsided, and then he looked at me,
giving me his 'yeah, I forgot your advice' look.

Now he went back to pumping up and down on my knob with his mouth, but he
wasn't able to take much more than the crown and the top inch or so at any
time.  He was keeping his teeth back, but I needed a little more
stimulation, so I suggested he use his hand on the part of my shaft his
mouth wasn't covering.  He did as I suggested, and now he was like a greedy
little puppy on a bone, and he was giving me his best effort.  Soon all
this stimulation was beginning to get to me, and I felt that pressure
building up in my groin, letting me know I was about ready to erupt.  I
wasn't certain if Jared wanted to swallow my spunk, so I told him I was
about ready to blow and he'd better pull off, if he didn't want to drown in
my juices.  The little bugger didn't even slow down after I told him that,
so I tried to warn him again.  Unfortunately, I was just too far gone by
that point, and soon hot ropes of cum were blasting from my dick and
filling Jared's mouth.

He didn't try to swallow it, and he couldn't hold it all in his mouth, so
much of it came back out on my body.  When I looked up at him, he had cum
all around his mouth, and running down his chin, and well...he looked
adorable.  Of course, he was still wearing that big grin of his.

"Thank you, kiddo," I told him.  "You did a very nice job and I really
enjoyed it."  His grin broadened.

"Not as much as I did.  That was neat."

After that, we discussed what we had done a little more, and then I made
another suggestion to him.  "Hey, why don't we take a shower and get
cleaned up?  We're both covered in my semen, and I think we should wash it
off, before we go to sleep."

"Yeah, but can we shower together this time?" Jared asked, his eyes
pleading with me again.

"Hey, after everything we just did, I don't see why not."  He started to
bounce up and down on the bed, excited that this was something more we were
going to do together.

We went to my bathroom, and of course we were both already naked, so I
turned on the water and adjusted it to a comfortable temperature.  Once
that was done, we both stepped in, and then I began to wash Jared off,
starting with his face.  He was thrilled that I was allowing him to shower
with me, but he was even happier that I was washing him too.  I cleaned him
carefully, making sure to bathe every inch of his body.  When I had
finished scrubbing him, he looked up at me and asked, "Can I wash you now?"

"May I?" I corrected him, but he looked confused.

"But you already did," he responded, still not getting my drift.

"No, Jared.  You have to ask 'may I', not can I."  Now he began to
understand.

"Okay, daddy teacher.  MAY I wash you now?"  I just smiled and nodded, and
that's all the approval he needed.  He grabbed a washcloth, lathered it up
with soap, and he began to gently clean me off.  He also made sure to cover
every inch of my body, and he even seemed happy just to be doing that.
This young man continues to amaze me each and every day I know him.

When he had finished his job, we rinsed off, dried, and headed back to the
bedroom.  As we started to get into bed, Jared just hopped in, without
bothering to put anything on.  I was about to protest, when I thought,
after all we had done, what harm would this do?  I bit my tongue and didn't
say a word, and I also slipped into bed without putting anything on either.
Jared recognized this fact at once, and he lit up.  After we were in
position, he snuggled up against me, and we soon fell asleep.

Here we were, not even halfway through Jared's stay with me, and already I
had broken most of my own rules.  The only one still in place was my
sanction against anal intercourse, and I truly believe I left that in place
for my own protection, rather than Jared's.  I knew that if I had anal sex
with him, it would leave bruising, and possibly even some tearing, signs
that could be discovered later, even long after that act had actually been
done.  At least by only giving in to him on the masturbation and oral sex,
there was no way the authorities could find out about this later, unless
Jared told them or my place was being bugged.  Therefore, I felt I was
reasonably safe, in that regard.

I woke up before Jared did the next morning, and I just watched him sleep
next to me.  He was so cute, and I could see his morning erection straining
against the sheet.  I don't know how long I had been staring at him like
that, before he opened his eyes and spoke to me.  "What's wrong?  Is
something the matter?"

"No, nothing is wrong.  I was just enjoying how beautiful you look."

His face lit up, and he propped himself up on one elbow.  "You really do
love me, don't you?"

"Absolutely, and with all my heart and soul.  I love you more than life
itself."  He began to giggle a bit.  "How could I be so lucky," I
continued, "to have such a wonderful young man fall in love with me?"

"It's easy.  You're so nice and such a great guy."

"And that's all it takes?"

"I guess.  I think I fell in love with you right after we met.  I came down
just to ask if you had any work I could do, but I went home knowing I
wanted to spend time with you, so I could get to know you better.  That
night I even dreamed we had sex together."

"Wow, you didn't waste any time, did you?  Is that why you kept pushing me
in that direction?"  He gave me an evil grin.

"Mostly.  I got so hot that night that I shot that stuff in my underwear,
while I was sleeping, and my jockeys were all hard and crusty when I woke
up the next morning.  I tried to rinse them out in the sink, so mom
wouldn't know what happened, but I think she kinda figured it out, cuz she
gave me a sex book to read a couple days later.  It had a piece of paper
marking the part on wet dreams."  His complexion was now quite red, as he
relived his embarrassment from that day.  "Damn, it's kinda weird to have
your mother know those things are happening to you," he admitted.

"Yes, I'm sure it is, and most boys don't like talking to their mothers
about sexual issues," I told him, and Jared was nodding his head in
agreement.

"Chicks don't understand dicks," he told me bluntly, which kind of
surprised me.  "She yells at my brother or me when we touch our dicks
through our pants, she makes comments in the morning when they get hard,
and then she gives me a book when it goes off at night."

"I'm sure she doesn't mean anything by it" I advised him, but then I
thought about what he had just said.  "She really makes comments about your
morning erections?"

"Oh, yeah.  She'll see us like that and say, 'Either go to the toilet or
put something on to cover that up.'  It's not like we're doing it for her
or anyone else to notice."

"Oh, so you run around so she can see it?"

"No, she says that when she comes in to wake us up in the morning.  A lot
of times we don't have any covers on us when she comes in, and even Josh
gets boners in the morning."  He said that like he didn't think that was
supposed to happen to younger boys.

"Well, maybe you should be more careful around her."

"But there are times when you have to adjust or scratch it, and she always
seems to see that.  And I can't help it if it's always hard in the morning.
Maybe she should just holler at us from the doorway, instead of coming into
our room then."

"Maybe you should suggest that to her.  Just tell her you're getting older
and want a little more privacy.  I think she'll understand."

"Okay, I'll try that."  He gave me a look that seemed to say, 'thank you
for that idea.'

"So, kiddo, what would you like to do today?"  Now another evil grin
appeared on his face.

"Can we suck each other off again?" he asked me.  I gave him one of those
fatherly looks, that was meant to tell him that we couldn't do this all the
time, but he countered with that pathetic, pleading look of his, the one
that always seemed to make me feel sorry for him.

"Okay, but we're not going to spend all of our time doing this."  I could
see his face breaking into another smile.

"Okay, Dad, but how about one more time for now?  It was so neat that I
just want to try it again.  Okay?"

"Why don't we go empty our bladders, eat breakfast, and then we can do
something after that, if you still want to."

"Oh, I'll want to, but let's hurry."  Jared ran off for the guest bathroom,
while I went to urinate in my bathroom, and then I met up with him again
going down the stairs, as we headed for the kitchen.  I asked him what he
wanted this morning, and he said just cereal, so I told him to pick out
what he wanted, get the milk out of the fridge, and he could begin.  I
decided to have an egg sandwich, and I also fixed Jared some toast, to go
along with his cereal.  We both had a glass of juice, and I also had my
coffee, but all the time I was eating, Jared kept asking me when we were
going back upstairs.

After we cleaned up the breakfast dishes, I told him we could go back to my
bedroom, if he wanted, and he grabbed my arm and nearly pulled it out of
its socket, trying to drag me there.  I followed him to my bedroom, with
him constantly tugging on my arm, and when we got there, he wanted to know
who was going to go first.

"Why don't we do each other at the same time?" I suggested.

"What do you mean?  How can we do that?

"Well, there's a position called a sixty-nine, where we can do each other
at the same time.  Do you want me to show you how?"  He nodded his head,
and we both took off our underwear again.  I had him lie on his back, and
then I straddled him, with my head over his groin, and my groin over his
head.  He immediately saw what I was doing, and he began to suck on my
penis.  I wasn't even hard yet, but it didn't take him long to get me that
way, with his eager attention.  As he continued to suck on me, almost like
a calf sucking on its mother's teat, I began to run my tongue all over his
pubic region.  I licked his scrotum, his pubic triangle, and then up and
down the length of his throbbing pole.

After that I left his penis alone for a while, and put my head between his
legs instead.  I took his ball sac into my mouth, and was gently nibbling
on those watery orbs, rolling them over my tongue.  Once I had him
squirming from that stimulation, I began to hum, with his ball sac still in
my mouth, letting the vibrations ripple through his testicles and radiate
throughout his body.  He stopped sucking on me momentarily, while I did
that, lost in the wonderful sensations he was now experiencing.  After
doing that for many seconds I stopped, and he got back to my penis, trying
to increase his suction to make up for the lost time.

When I took his organ into my mouth again, he was so excited that he began
thrusting his hips into my face, ramming his pole in and out of my throat.
He must have been feeling a need to get off as quickly as possible, because
he was really machine-gunning his dick in and out of my mouth, and I could
barely do more than apply a little suction, or run my tongue along the
underside of his shaft.  Before long he arched his back, drove his cock as
far into my oral cavity as it would go, and I felt him tense, before the
first string of his precious juice erupted onto the back of my tongue.  I
continued to suck, teasing each burst of that sweet nectar from its home,
and Jared had completely forgotten about my penis, as he enjoyed his own
orgasm.

Finally, he stopped me from sucking on him, as his penis was getting a
little tender at this point, and now he attacked my cock with the same
urgency that he had attacked my mouth.  I didn't think I was anywhere near
to being close to shoot, but his hungry mouth and young man's eagerness
soon had me realizing I was quickly approaching my own release.  I tried to
warn him, as he was under me this time and I didn't want him to choke on my
juices, as they flooded his throat.  Instead, I rolled to the side, until I
rolled onto my back, and Jared followed me the whole way, never losing
contact with my dick.  Now he was above me, and his head was bobbing up and
down, like he was dunking for diamonds in a tub of hot water.

While he was trying to finish me off, I spread the cheeks of his ass and
began to run my tongue up and down his crack, occasionally letting my oral
muscle dart slightly into his anus.  At first he would stiffen as I did
this, but eventually he must have decided it felt good and he began to
relax.  I didn't try to penetrate him fully, merely letting him know other
things we might be able to do in the future, but not until he had reached
the age of consent.  I was determined we wouldn't leave any physical signs
of our lovemaking, which at a later date might show what we had been up to.

Now the juices in my nut sac were beginning to boil, and I could feel them
start to rise up the tubes of my penis.  Soon that hot lava was spraying
into Jared's mouth, coating the smooth interior lining, and oozing down his
throat.  He did try to swallow some of it this time, as he was more
prepared for it when it shot into his mouth, but a little still did escape
from his lips and dribble down his chin.  Once we were both satisfied and
exhausted, we sprawled out on the bed, but Jared had swung around, so he
could rest his head upon my chest and shoulder.

We continued to lie like that for several minutes more, before I suggested
we get up, shower, and get ready to do other things.  Without a protest,
Jared agreed.  Of course, he wanted us to take our shower together again,
and I saw no problem with that either.  It didn't take us long to finish up
this time, and then we got dressed.  After that we tried to decide what we
might do today, as this was only our fourth day together, out of nine.  I
was already beginning to regret that this was going to have to end at some
point, though we would still be spending time together.  Somehow, I knew
his visits would never be like they once were, not after all of this, but I
certainly couldn't complain about that.  We had now reached another level
in our relationship, and I could only wonder how many more levels we still
had to reach.

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