Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 14:25:15 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Point of View - chapter 8

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Point of View - by Erastes                        Copyright 2002 by Erastes
Chapter 8 - The discovery.                        December 2002

Jared's stay with me was phenomenal, and we really enjoyed our time
together.  Although I was very firm on my anal sex restriction, it didn't
mean we were celibate while he was there.  During those final few days we
were together, we participated in mutual masturbation and oral sex,
including more than a few sixty-nine sessions.  That activity seemed to
have become Jared's particular favorite, as he liked giving me
satisfaction, while he enjoyed his own orgasmic delights.

That, however, was not all we did while we were together.  We also made
time to complete some work, took part in other non-sexual activities, and
we just remained close throughout his entire stay.  Jared also showed some
interest in what I did for a living, so I showed him the types of
activities I performed when I wrote a story, such as how I would write my
rough draft and then proofread it twice, making corrections to it as I
went.  Next, I would send it off to my editor for her suggestions, and then
I would incorporate those suggestions into my final copy, which I would
resubmit to my editor, to ssee if she had any additional comments about the
story.  Jared learned that this was a long, drawn out process, not just a
quick 'sit down and whip something off' type of job, like he had first
envisioned.  I believe that after I explained all of this information to
him, he began to appreciate how much work went into writing one of my
stories.  I even had copies of some of my earlier works in a bookcase, and
Jared asked if he could read them.  After he would finish reading a few
chapters of one of those stories, he would discuss them with me, to find
out why I did this instead of that when I wrote it.  I was glad to see he
enjoyed my work and was interested enough to want to learn more about what
types of decisions went into putting them together.

As our time with each other began to draw to a close, we were both
beginning to regret that it had to eventually come to an end.  Although
neither of us was looking forward to going back to the way things were
before we got to be alone like this, I promised Jared that we would manage
to find opportunities where we could spend quality time together, time when
we could do the other things he wanted to do, but we would have to be very
careful when we did so.  I also warned him that he could never talk to
anyone about any of this, no matter how much he wanted to share this
information with someone else, as that would probably result in the end of
our being together any longer.  I hated to continually emphasize the
negative aspects of our relationship, but I accepted that I HAD to do it,
to protect myself and to save him from being placed in an awkward
situation.

As Saturday arrived, I could see Jared starting to get a little depressed,
as he realized his mother and brother would be coming back the following
day, which meant he would be going back home.  It wasn't that he didn't
love them or like being with them, it was just that he enjoyed what we had
together now.  He liked being able to spend all his time with me and have
time to do all the sexual activities together, but he also enjoyed having a
father to dote over him, like I had been doing.  It was just that he was so
delighted in his short stay with me that he didn't want to think about it
ending, and not being like this all the time again.  Even though I tried to
assure him that'd we wouldn't let what we had together ever end, my promise
to him just didn't seem to be enough to make him feel better.  What else
could I do?  I had to find a way to lift his spirits, so I told him we
could have one more go at a sixty-nine today, as I wasn't sure what time
his mother and brother would be returning tomorrow.  That seemed to help
cheer him up, but I told him we'd have to wait until after lunch, as I had
already began to take things out and prepare them for our noon meal.

Jared was a little antsy while we ate, and I knew his mind wasn't on the
homemade chicken salad or the other dishes I had fixed.  Not only did he
gobble everything down as quickly as he dared, he also raced through
helping me clean off the table afterward, and I concluded the little shit
must be really horny.  Once everything had been taken care of and put away,
he grabbed my hand and began to drag me up the stairs to my bedroom.  I
didn't resist his efforts, after all I had promised him, but I didn't rush
either, which seemed to frustrate him a bit.  "Come, on, Bob.  Can't you go
any faster?" he pleaded.

"What's the rush?  We have all day."

"But I've been thinking about this ever since you told me, and well...I
kinda need this really bad."  He just looked at me, and his face and eyes
told me all I needed to know, but the bulge in his shorts added emphasis to
his comments.

"Well, we'll take care of that soon enough, but there's no need to run."
By the time I finished telling him that, we were already in my room, and
Jared began to take off what few items he was wearing.  His shorts, shirt,
and briefs all hit the wall, as he almost tore them off and threw them
behind himself, and then he came over and began to pull down my shorts, as
I hadn't yet finished taking off my shirt.  I guess he really was in
desperate need, as he was pointing toward the bed, without using his arms
or hands.

Once my clothes were off, I went over and lay on the bed, letting Jared
position himself over me.  He immediately was thrusting his dick at my
mouth, and not too subtly either, I might add, and he wouldn't touch my
penis until I began to work on his.  I decided to tease him a bit first, by
licking his scrotum and taking his testicles in my mouth, but I knew he
needed relief, so I didn't do that for long.  When I finally ran the head
of his cock between my lips and took him into my mouth, he began to pump
his hips desperately into my face, literally screwing my mouth.  He was so
absorbed in humping my face that he forgot all about doing anything for me,
but that didn't bother me at all.  I was content to help him out, and his
actions spoke volumes, letting me know he was appreciating my efforts.

I tried to use my tongue and lips as much as possible, to increase his
satisfaction, and then I tried to add more suction to the process, but his
bucking was so furious that I wasn't really able to do much to help him.
It obviously didn't matter what I did, however, as he soon erupted into my
mouth, and I drank his sweet nectar, as if it were an offering from my
young god.  As I sucked the last drops from his fleshy straw, he began to
work on my own organ, indicating that his stamina was improving and he
wasn't as wiped out after shooting his own load.  However, it might have
also meant that I hadn't done as good a job as I had in the past, which I
hoped was not the case.  Whatever the reason, he was attacking my tool now,
like a nursing child, suckling at his mother's breast.

Now he was using the same frantic pace on my rod, that same machine gun
pace he had used to attack my mouth, and the eagerness and enthusiasm of
his youth soon brought my juices to a boil.  I was now beginning to feel
the tension building in my body, radiating outward from my groin, until
every portion of my body was tingling, and my skin began to feel as if it
were on fire.  I tried to hold my orgasm back, for as long as I could, to
prolong this delicious feeling, but it became apparent that I could no
longer delay the inevitable.  Finally I let my body relax, and I released
my load with sufficient force to blow off the back of Jared's head.
Fortunately that didn't happen, but the intensity of my release did cause
him to gag, and soon my juices were gushing out of his mouth and coating my
entire midsection.

Even though I was in the throes of sexual bliss, I was concerned about
Jared, as he didn't seem to be able to catch his breath.  I sat up quickly
and began to pat him forcefully on his back, hoping to get his airway open
again.  After a few very terrifying seconds, he inhaled deeply, coughed and
gasped a bit more, and then he turned toward me and smiled.  "Sorry about
that," he choked out, "but it was more than usual and it surprised me.  It
kind of went down the wrong pipe, and caused me to gag."

"Hey, Kiddo, as long as you're okay now.  You got me worked up so quickly
that my dam burst, just like the mighty Mississippi breaking through a
levee during flood time."

"Yeah, but I'm fine now, and I really enjoyed that.  Thanks, Dad."

"You're welcome, kiddo, but you came so quickly, did you have time to
really enjoy it?"

"I guess.  It did feel pretty good."

"Well, I'm willing to do it again for you, it you want to see what a nice
long, slow BJ will do for you."  A huge grin spread across his face.

"Yeah, I'd like that a lot."

Now I began to work on him again, this time taking my time and using every
trick in the book that I knew about, to bring him the maximum pleasure.
What I didn't realize was, that as I was working on Jared, there was an
uninvited visitor watching what the two of us were doing.  I don't know how
long he'd been there or how much he'd seen, but he stayed quiet the whole
time, so neither of us knew he was there.  In fact, I didn't find out until
a couple of months later that he had been there, because he never said
anything to either Jared or me about what he had witnessed.  However, what
had happened was this.  Josh and his mother had left his grandparents'
place early, and came back on Saturday, instead of Sunday.  When they got
back, Josh hopped on his bike and came down to my house, so he could let
Jared know they were back.  Due to our haste in heading to the bedroom, to
quench Jared's desires, I had not checked to make sure the front door was
locked and the house was secure.  After all, I didn't expect anyone showing
up today.  Unfortunately, that was not how it worked out.

After Josh had rushed down to my place and burst into the house, he looked
for us, but didn't see us anywhere.  First he checked the entire
downstairs, and then he ran out to see if we were in the pool or in the
backyard, but we weren't there either.  After checking the garage and
finding my vehicles there, he figured we must be upstairs, so he came up
looking for us.  I don't think he was being particularly quiet, but we were
making our own share of noise and never heard him moving around the house.
We also hadn't bothered to close the door to my bedroom, so after he
discovered where we were, Josh just stood in the doorway and watched what
we were doing.  Not realizing he was there, we continued to do our thing,
and we must have put on quite a show for Josh, without realizing it.  After
watching us for a while, though I'm not sure for how long, he slipped back
down the stairs, and went back to his house, telling his mother we weren't
there when he went down.  He told her he'd go back down later, and check
again, but he figured we just went somewhere for a while.  After asking
what took him so long, he told her that he looked all over for us, and she
seemed to accept his response.  She figured there was nothing to be
concerned about, as we didn't think they'd be coming back until tomorrow,
so we probably were just out having some fun.  If only she knew.

About an hour later he showed up again, but this time he rang the doorbell
when he got there, instead of letting himself in.  By then we were dressed
and downstairs, and Jared went to answer the door.  We were surprised when
the doorbell rang, as we weren't expecting anyone today, and we were even
more surprised to discover it was Josh who was there.  Jared invited him
in, and then he flashed me a look that said, 'Wow, that was close,' once
Josh was facing away from him.  Now Josh told us about his trip, explained
why they came home early, and then he wanted to know what we did while they
were gone.

He began by telling us the first few days of his stay went fairly well for
him, but then he confronted his grandparents about why they treated Jared
like they did.  After listening to a few of their feeble excuses, he told
them he knew Jared had a different father, but then he explained his dad
had adopted Jared, so the fact that he wasn't his biological son shouldn't
make a difference.  He also emphasized the fact that the adoption made
Jared their grandson too, so he couldn't understand why they did the things
they did either.  After listening to a few more of his grandparent's
pitiful explanations as to why they preferred to not have anything to do
with Jared, Josh announced that Jared was his brother, and if they didn't
want anything to do with Jared, then he didn't want anything to do with
them.  When his mother called to check up on him, he told her he wanted to
leave immediately, so she picked him up and they headed for home, a full
day ahead of schedule.

After telling us his story, and gaining Jared's admiration for standing up
for him, he failed to mention that he had been here earlier, or that he had
witnessed us doing things with each other.  Once he finished telling us his
story, he then wanted to know what we had done during those same few days.
Now we filled him in on everything we had done, except for our sexual
escapades, and he seemed truly interested, though his expressions did
puzzle us a bit.  We had the feeling that he was digging for more, though
we had no idea about what or why, but we later wrote that off to our
overactive imaginations jumping to conclusions.  I had Jared go upstairs
and gather up his things, and then we loaded his gear, both boys' bicycles
and both boys into the Tahoe, and I drove them back home.

Sherry came out to greet us, when we pulled into her driveway, and she
thanked me for taking care of Jared while they were gone, before she asked
Jared if he had had a good time.  Enthusiastically he told her he did,
causing Josh to make a face, although none of us had seen him do that, and
then she invited me in for a minute.  Rather than accept, I told her and
the boys to go in and get cleaned up instead, because I was taking them out
to dinner tonight, as I concluded she was probably tired and didn't really
feel like having to fix a meal at this time.  Of course she balked at
first, telling me it was unnecessary, but I told her she had promised to
let me do this for them, if I had stayed the other night to eat with them.
After a modest protest, she gave in, and I told her I'd pick them all up in
about an hour.  I had Jared and Josh help me unload everything from my SUV,
and then I said goodbye and headed home, so I could get ready myself.

When I entered my house, I made a quick call to the restaurant and made a
reservation, and then I went upstairs to shave, shower, and change.  I
hurried through the process, and then I jumped back into the Tahoe, to go
pick the others up.  They were ready when I got there, so we loaded into my
vehicle and drove to one of my favorite places to eat.  Sherry sat in the
front passenger seat, and the boys got in back, but I could tell that Jared
missed taking his regular seat next to me.  As we drove along, I could see
Josh staring at me, as I glanced into my rearview mirror, but I couldn't
read what his expression meant.  He didn't seem to be upset or angry, he
didn't appear to be bewildered or confused, and I didn't think he was happy
or excited either.  He was just sort of studying me, maybe trying to figure
out why I was doing so much for his family.  I wasn't sure, but I refused
to worry about it just now.

When we got there, the three of them were kind of in awe of where we were.
I assumed they had never been here before, and therefore had no idea about
what it was going to be like, until we actually got inside.  They had all
dressed up for this occasion, although that wasn't a requirement, because
even some of the most influential people in the area often frequented this
place wearing jeans or shorts.  However, I was very impressed and proud of
how well they all looked.

The hostess led us to our table, and I held Sherry's chair out for her,
which kind of surprised her.  I'm not sure if she'd ever had a guy do that
for her before.  The boys sat between us, which meant I was sitting across
from Sherry, and then the boys began to comment on the establishment.  They
were both excited about how fancy it was, and were impressed with some of
the decorations, but that was nothing compared to when they opened their
menus and saw the selections...and the prices.  Almost in unison they began
to protest, saying this was far too expensive a place for us to eat, but I
insisted that we would stay there, and they would order what they wanted,
and not concern themselves with the prices.  I told them I was having the
Surf and Turf, and suggested they do the same, but no one responded
immediately.  At first I thought it was because of the price, but then I
realized that none of them had ever tasted lobster before, so they weren't
sure if they'd enjoy it.  After trying to describe what it tasted like, I
quickly informed them that unless they had an allergy to seafood, that's
what we would all have, and then we discussed how their steaks would be
prepared.  I like mine medium-rare, though I could tell by their reactions
that they considered that way undercooked, so I suggested they start with
medium, and if that wasn't done enough when they checked it, we could send
it back to be cooked some more.  Eventually they relented to my
suggestions, and we were almost ready to order.

The cocktail waitress came about that time, asking if we'd care for drinks,
so I looked at Sherry and asked her what she would like.  At first she
refused to have anything, but I told her if she didn't order a drink, I'd
order one for her, so she said she'd have a Pina Colada, and then I turned
to the boys, to see what they wanted.  They both said they'd have a soda,
so we ordered two sodas and two Pina Coladas.  After the cocktail waitress
left, I told them to decide what type of potato they would like with their
dinner, either baked, mashed, or fries, and then I told them to decide
whether they wanted the soup or salad to go with it.  By the time our
drinks were delivered, we had made our decisions, so we began to sip our
drinks, as the other waitress took our orders.

The soup and salad were delivered within minutes, along with a basket of
rolls, and the boys began to devour their soup, while Sherry and I took a
more leisurely approach to our salads.  It was a very nice start to the
meal, and both boys ate two rolls apiece, but I suggested they save room
for the main course.  When the entrees came, I recommended they cut their
steaks in half, to see if they were done enough for them, and everyone
except Josh was satisfied with the way their steak looked.  We sent Josh's
steak back to the kitchen, to be cooked a little more, which only took
another minute or so.  After we all had our meals, I showed them how to eat
their lobster.  I demonst4ated how to cut off small pieces, and then use
the cocktail fork to pick it up, so they could dip it in the melted butter
next, before they put it into their mouth.  They all seemed more than
satisfied with the sweet taste of the meat, and they each seemed eager to
take a second bite of the lobster, before they decided to sample the other
items on their plates.

The boys had each ordered fries with their meal, while Sherry had the
mashed potatoes, and I had the baked.  Jared asked if he could try a bite
of mine, after he had seen me add the butter and sour cream, so I cut him
off a piece and set it on his plate.  I looked over and saw the look on
Josh's face at that point, and I think he was too shy to make the same
request of me, so I cut off a piece for him too, and placed it on his
plate.  He just smiled at me and said, 'thank you,' when I did that.  Both
boys seemed to like their sample and told me next time they might have
that, instead of fries, and it was neat to see them expanding their
choices.

The meal was excellent, and everyone commented on how stuffed they were
when they had finished, but I told them they'd better have left room for
dessert.  They all looked at me, as if I were nuts, and maybe I was, but I
passed the dessert menu around and asked them to make their selections.
Both of the boys decided to have sundaes, with Jared preferring hot fudge,
while Josh chose a strawberry sundae.  Sherry opted to have the cheesecake,
topped with cherries, and I decided to order a slice of pecan pie for
myself.  After we were finished with our desserts, I paid the bill, left
the tip, and we all waddled back out to my SUV.

The ride home was very quiet, as we were all a little drowsy after such a
big meal, and when we pulled in front of their house, I expected to just
drop them all off, and then head home myself.  The thing was, Jared had
other plans in mind.  "Mom, can't I stay with Bob again tonight?  I wasn't
supposed to come home until tomorrow anyhow."

"I know, dear, but I think Bob probably could use the break from you.  He's
put up with you for quite a few days already."

"No, he doesn't mind.  Do you, Bob?"

"I don't, but maybe your mother would like to spend the time with you
instead, seeing she's been gone for so long."

"Actually, I'm beat tonight, and I was planning to just go to sleep," she
clarified.

"In that case," I responded, "I wouldn't mind if he stayed one more night
with me."  Jared looked at his mother, his expression pleading with her, so
he didn't have to say a word.

"Oh, okay, then.  Just go get enough things for tonight."

"Can I go too?" Josh chimed in.

"Sure," I told him.  "We'll give your mother a little peace, so she can get
a good night's rest."  Jared shot me a very upset and disappointed look at
this point, and now I realized he had most likely planned on having one
last sex session with me, before I went and messed things up for him.  He
also knew this meant he'd have to sleep in the other bedroom tonight, so
Josh wouldn't get suspicious.  While the boys went to collect a few things,
I talked to Sherry, and she thanked me several more times for watching
Jared, for taking them out to dinner, and for just being there for her
boys.  I told her it was all my pleasure, but I knew there was no way she
could know how much pleasure that was.

Jared came flying back into their living room first, so he and I went out
to the Tahoe, telling Sherry to just send Josh out when he was ready.  She
said she would do that, so Jared and I said our goodbyes and went outside.
Jared gave me an earful, once we were seated inside my vehicle, letting me
know he wasn't happy with my blunder.

"Why didcha have to go and let Josh come too?  I wanted us to be able to do
things one more time."

"I'm sorry, kiddo.  I didn't even think of that, until I saw the expression
on your face.  I thought you'd be all tired out, after our earlier
session."  I gave him a wink.

"No way!  I was ready to do it at least two more times with you."

"Wow, you are a horny little bugger.  Aren't you?"  He agreed, and then we
both laughed, and then Josh came out the door.  He just got into the SUV
with us, without saying a word, and I drove back to my place, with one
excited, and one very disappointed young man with me.

When we got inside my house, I asked them if they wanted to share a room,
or if they each wanted their own room, and Josh responded first.  "Oh, you
mean Jared can sleep with me?"

"If you want, and if Jared does too?"  Josh still looked a little confused.

"How about it, Jared?" Josh asked him.  "Can we sleep together?  I missed
you, and I told you I told grandma and grandpa off."  Jared looked like a
cornered animal, knowing he'd either have to fight or submit, so he decided
to give in and tell his brother that would be fine.  I think he figured he
needed to pay Josh back for standing up to his grandparents for him, so
that was what he did.  I had them both go up and put their things in the
room across the hall from mine, telling Jared he could use the same room he
had been using, and he responded as if he knew that all along.  After that
they did as I asked, and they soon came back to rejoin me.

Next, I asked them what they wanted to do, and Josh suggested swimming, but
I told them that would have to wait a bit, seeing we had just finished a
big meal.  I think he knew that before he asked, but he decided to give it
a try just he same, and he didn't fight me when I gave him my answer.
Instead he asked if we could watch the Harry Potter movie again, and I told
him we could, so we did that to pass the time until they could go for a
swim.

It still wasn't very late when the movie ended, so I told them they could
run up and get their swimsuits on, and then I went up to put on my own.  I
was surprised to see them undressing right there in the hallway as I came
upstairs, and Josh didn't even bother to try to turn away from either of
us, so we could both see him naked.  I had another surprise when I came
back out wearing my suit, as both Jared and Josh were wearing speedos this
time.  Man, this kid really had changed while he was away.

We went down and hopped into the pool, and of course the boys wanted to
race first, while I was still fresh and had the strength.  After I limbered
up a bit, I agreed, and needless to say they both beat the crap out of me,
winning by at least a full body length each.  After that we just horsed
around a bit, beginning with batting a beach ball around like a volleyball,
before we decided to play monkey in the middle.  By the time we decided to
get out of the pool, we were all pretty exhausted, and I suggested they
both go up and shower, to get the chlorine off their bodies before they
went to bed.  They agreed, again without argument, and they also decided to
shower together, which was another surprise for me, and I think for Jared
too.  While the boys showered in the guest bathroom, I went to shower in my
own room, and when I came back out, both boys were drying off, without
having put on anything first.  Now it didn't shock me that Jared was doing
that, but Josh?  Man, this kid was amazing me more every minute.

It seemed this kid was going out of his way to give me a free show, with
his little dick bouncing around, as he dragged his towel back and forth
across his back or when he wiped his arms or legs.  He even bent over and
let his little pucker wink at me too, but I had no idea what had brought
about this huge change in him.  I think Jared was just as shocked by it as
I was, but neither of us said a word.  Instead, we just enjoyed Josh's new
openness and the view he was giving us.

Once the boys had dried and dressed, we went back downstairs, and they
decided they wanted to watch another movie, but this time they wanted to
watch Spiderman.  It's a good thing I have a rather large collection of
movies, because I've been hesitant to go to theaters, where lots of
good-looking boys might be hanging out.  Well, I sat down on the sofa, and
Jared sat on one side of me, while Josh settled in on the other, and before
long I had two heads leaning against my shoulders.  After sitting like that
for a few minutes, I lifted both of my arms, wrapped one around each boy
and then they put their heads against my chest.  Neither had objected to my
doing this, and man, was I in heaven.

After a few seconds, both boys looked up at me and smiled, letting me know
they were both okay with this, and that's the way we sat and enjoyed the
rest of the movie.  When it was over, I could tell they were getting tired,
so I suggested we all go to bed, and again, they didn't argue with my
suggestion.  I went into their room, to tuck them both in, and they both
said goodnight to me.  Jared gave me a 'Good night, Dad,' while Josh added,
'Good night, Bob.'

After leaving them, I went to my room and got into bed too.  It didn't take
me long to fall asleep, after the long day and the workout in the pool, but
about the middle of the night, I felt someone getting into bed with me.  I
figured Jared was taking a big chance doing this, so I turned on the light
to give him hell, but that's when I discovered it was Josh, not Jared.
"What's up?" I asked him.

"I just got up to go to the toilet, but then I decided to come in here to
sleep, cuz Jared's been moaning and keeping me awake."  I thought this odd,
because in all the time I slept with Jared, I never noticed anything like
that, but I let it slide.  For whatever reason, Josh seemed to want to be
in with me right now, so I let him.  Maybe he was homesick and just didn't
want to admit it, or possibly he just needed an adult's reassurance, but I
didn't know for sure what his reason was.  I decided not to worry about
this now, so I went back to sleep, but before long I was awakened again.

"Dad, Josh is gone!" Jared told me in a loud whisper.  He sounded scared,
so I turned on the light, and showed him the lump under the sheet next to
me.

"No, he's not.  He came in here about a hour ago, saying you were keeping
him awake with your moaning."

"I was moaning?"

"That's what he said."

"Well, can I sleep with you too, then?"  He was pleading with me now.

"Sure, why not."

"Okay, but let me go to the toilet first," he added.  While he was using my
bathroom, I slid Josh over a bit, and then I let Jared crawl in on the
other side of me, but I whispered some advice to him, after he turned off
the light.

"No, funny business with your brother in here."

"I know," he whispered back, irritated by the fact that I thought I had to
tell him that bit of information.  We all went back to sleep, and by the
time I woke up later that morning, I was squeezed tightly between two
young, adorable bodies.  I thought I must be in heaven.

At this point I tried to get up without waking them, but I soon discovered
that to be impossible, so before long they were both getting up with me.
Josh didn't seem surprised to discover Jared in bed with us, and he never
made any comments about it either.  As long as we were all up, I suggested
we get dressed and I'd take them out for breakfast, as I didn't really feel
like cooking this morning.  The boys began to protest about me spending
more money on them, but I soon squashed their opposition to my idea, and
now I had them in the Tahoe, heading to my favorite breakfast spot, IHOP,
or the International House of Pancakes, for the uninitiated.

This was also something new for the boys, and I quickly explained some of
the items they didn't know about.  We finally decided to order three
separate breakfasts, but then share them with each other, so they could try
a little of everything.  Jared ordered a Belgian waffle, while Josh
selected the French toast, and I ordered a cheese blintz, with strawberries
on it.  I also ordered a carafe of orange juice, and side orders of sausage
links and bacon strips, but I also got myself a cup of coffee.  When the
food came, we gave each of the others a third of what we had ordered, and
soon we were digging into a delightful array of breakfast treats.

I also divided up the sausages and bacon, and we split the hash browns that
came with two of the three meals.  I poured each of us a glass of juice,
but I only took that one, as I had the coffee too, which I was constantly
refilling.  I decided it would be best to let the boys have all the juice
they could drink, as growing boys could always use the extra vitamins.  I
did finish up the little bit that was left at the end of our meal, as
neither of the boys wanted any more, and I could certainly use the extra
vitamin C too.

Now that we were done, I left a tip, took the check up to the cashier and
paid the bill, and then I took the boys back to my place.  All the way home
they were thanking me and telling me how much they enjoyed their breakfast,
and then they each told me which things they liked the most.  I was still
amazed at how different Josh was since he came back from his trip, and I
began to think maybe it had something to do with his cutting his ties with
his grandparents, or maybe he had also cut his ties with his father too.
If he had, possibly he decided he needed a father figure, and chose me to
fill that role for him too.

As soon as we got back, I told the boys to get their things, so I could
take them back home, and they began to protest.  They both wanted to swim
first, but I wanted them to spend time with their mother.  After explaining
that this was their mother's day with them, not mine, and after adding the
promise they could come down to swim tomorrow, they finally relented.  Now
they dragged themselves up to the bedroom and retrieved their belongings,
and then I herded them out to my vehicle, and I drove them home.  They both
wanted me to come inside for a minute, while they told their mother about
breakfast, but I thought that was unnecessary.  However, after listening to
them both tease me for many seconds more, I finally gave in, and followed
them into their house.

Sherry greeted us with a big smile, and a warm welcome, and the boys began
to bombard her with stories about our trip to IHOP.  She gave me one of
those sly smiles, and an 'I can't believe you spent more money on them'
look, and then she listened to her sons as they explained what they ate and
which items they liked the most.  She made appropriate comments to
everything they told her, and the boys were satisfied with her responses,
so all went well.  Once that had ended, I excused myself, and told them I
had to get back to my writing, which was just a polite way to leave them
alone.  They all thanked me once more and said good-bye, and then the boys
both said they'd see me tomorrow, when they came down to swim.  I told them
any time after 10:00 would be acceptable, and they agreed, so I left.

On the short ride home, and then for a long time after I was alone in the
house, I reflected on all the changes taking place with Josh.  Not knowing
that he had seen Jared and me in action earlier, I firmly believed he was
doing this because he had such a rough time at his grandparents' house.  I
felt bad for him, realizing how hard it must have been to stand up to them
and defend his brother, but that only made me admire him even more.  That
took a lot of guts, for a little guy, and I'm sure he must have shed more
than a few tears afterward, knowing that he just gave up a portion of his
family, not to mention a very lucrative pipeline for himself.

As I sat at my computer, getting ready to get back to my book, I put that
subject behind me, thinking I had probably discovered the reason for Josh's
change.  However, I did appreciate being able to get close to both boys,
even though there would be absolutely no sex with the younger one.

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