Date: Thu, 1 Apr 2004 18:47:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Evan Yarrell <babyevany@yahoo.com>
Subject: White Out - Chapter 3

     Clint, when he saw his mom had left, looked at me and said, "Do I have
to wear pj's? Mom wants me to wear them, but I hate them." He looked at the
game, but continued. "I bet you don't wear pj's."
     I looked at him. 'True,' I thought, 'I rather be nude in bed. I can't
tell him I sleep nude. Could I?' I smiled and said, "I haven't worn pj's
since I was 9. Usually I sleep in the nude, I guess I'll have to sleep in
my boxers."
     Clint looked at me and said, "I'd love to try sleeping nude. Would you
mind if I slept nude? Mom wouldn't have to know. Does she?"
     I looked at Clint and thought of him nude in my bed. I would love to
have him all the time in my bed nude, but I said, "Clint, I wouldn't
mind. Since I do sleep nude, why should YOU wear pjs? However, lets get
ready for bed and we can watch the rest of the game in bed. Oh, and lets
mess up your bed."

     Francis, after closing the door, was sure that Mr. Snowden would be
great for Clint. Clint was happy and Mr. Snowden didn't mind Clint. 'Why
did I give Clint his pj's? I bet Clint would rather be in briefs, tonight,'
she was thinking to herself. 'Maybe, Mr. Snowden could be Clint's mentor. I
should ask him if he wouldn't mind.
     Francis knew Clint wanted to do guy stuff, but she doesn't
camp. Francis in 1980, played college basketball and softball, but she
never liked camping. Clint's friends' dads took him camping, so she knows
Clint'll miss it. She thought Mr. Snowden would be great for Clint, so she
said to herself, 'This will be a great move. I hope he'll be good for
Clint.'
     Francis looked at her daughters and said, "Jill, you wanted to ask me
something before. What was it?"
     Jill said, "Clint is very happy with Mr. Snowden. Did you see that he
was very good at the restaurant tonight? He wanted Mr. Snowden to make sure
he was polite. You should see if he would like to hang out with Clint."
     Francis said, "I was thinking that. I gave Clint his pajamas, but I
bet Clint would rather sleep in his briefs. I hope Mr. Snowden would like
to be his buddy. I might talk to him tomorrow." She looked at Jill and
said, "I hope I did the right thing?"
     Jill said, "I think this will help Clint, mom. You know he thought dad
left because of him. I hope Mr. Snowden will help him. I can see the
happiness of Clint with Mr. Snowden. Mom, I think he'll love to help Clint
with guy stuff."
     "I know," Francis said, "They are watching a football game and he was
explaining a rule to him. Your father couldn't do that."

     In their room, Clint and I were watching the game while cuddling in
bed. Clint looked at Doug and said, "I wish you were my dad, Doug. I hope
you'll never hate me."
     "I won't ever hate you!" I explained. He kissed Clint and looked at
Clint. 'I love you, Clint,' Doug thought to himself.
     "Nobody ever did that before," Clint said giggling. He heard cheering
on the screen and he saw the touchdown and said, "What did I miss?"
     I smiled and said, "I didn't see it either. I was looking at a cute
boy and I was thinking of kissing him." Doug looked at the score and said,
"Want to go to bed?"
     "You think I'm cute?" Clint asked.
     "Yes, I think you are what the Greek model Adonis after, Clint. You
are so perfect," I said. "Heck, if the Greeks saw you, you'd be the god of
boylovers."
     Clint giggled. "Who is Adonis, dad?"
     "Adonis is theGreek god of youth and beauty. However, he would say
that you are better looking than him," I said. I touched his hair and said,
"Yes. better than Adonis." I told him about Adonis.
     Clint looked at me and giggled, "You got a woody, dad. So do I."
     I smiled at him and said, "Yes, I do. A nude boy is cuddling with me
and he wants me to be his dad. You are so cute." I touched his small 2 1/2"
hard cock and said, "That is very cute."
     Clint giggled and touched mine, then said "You are big, daddy. Will I
get that big?"
     I said, "You are so cute. Everything matches. I love you, son." I
cuddled with him face to face and said, "I hope you'll stay small for a few
years, love. Don't hurry to get big." I kissed him and with my tounge,
opened his lips.
     When we stopped kissing, Clint said, "Wow!! What is that, dad?"