Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 16:14:54 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 11

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 11 – The Submission.

I remember having wonderful dreams after I fell asleep that final time and most of
them were of a sexual nature.  These dreams seemed so real that I almost felt as
if I was doing these things with Jared, but the final dream was so vivid that I
swear I almost felt myself reaching an orgasmic crescendo.  In fact, those vivid
images and feelings led me to have one of the strongest nocturnal emissions I
had ever experienced, but immediately after this happened, I awoke and quickly
discovered it wasn't exactly as it appeared.  As I opened my eyes, I became
aware of the fact that Jared had taken my penis out of my underwear and had
masturbated me to ejaculation, so it wasn't merely a dream.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I asked, while trying to let him know
that I was upset, without sounding too gruff.

Startled, he looked up at me, with his mouth agape and his eyes wide open.

"I was just trying to help you, the way you helped me last night," he confessed.

I knew he probably thought he was merely repaying me for my assistance during
his bath, but I felt I needed to clarify my position on this issue.

"Jared, you shouldn't be doing anything of this nature with me," I admonished,
"especially without talking it over with me first.  Do you understand why?"

When he looked up at my face, I could tell I'd hurt his feelings and he was upset,
and then he lowered his head, partially in shame, but he didn't respond to my
question right away.  I didn't say anything more after that, because I figured he
understood my message concerning this type of activity, but then he looked up at
me and began to protest.

"Dad, I only wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel last night," he
explained.

He was looking up in my direction now, but he was avoiding making eye contact
with me.

"While I was sleeping and possibly couldn't appreciate it?" I posed, pointing out a
flaw in his argument.

"I thought you'd enjoy waking up this way," he offered, in explanation.

His response was semi-possible, so I decided to cut him some slack.

"I know you meant well, Jared, but this isn't something you can just do without
checking with me first," I stated, while looking at him tenderly.  "If you truly
understand this now and promise you won't let anything like this happen again,
then I guess we can let this matter drop and not press the point any further.
What do you say?"

"Ok, I promise I won't do anything like this again," he agreed, "but I still don't
think it was wrong."

I could tell he was ready to do as I'd asked and would honor my demand, but he
hadn't totally given in without letting me know that he wasn't happy about it.  This
was definitely vintage Jared.

After I cleaned up, we stayed in bed for a while longer and he scooted over next
to me again, so he could put his head on my chest.  When he did this, I slid my
arm under his body, so I could wrap it around his back and place my hand on his
side.  I had no doubt that he was happy and content now, even though I wasn't
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 and asked 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 and played with
my chest hairs, but he would also occasionally tweak one of my nipples.  I didn't
say anything about what he'd done, since this act wasn't overtly sexual, and then
about a half hour later he began to tire of this activity and informed me he was
finally getting hungry, so we got up, threw something on and went downstairs.

Now that Jared had decided he was finally hungry, we strolled into the kitchen
and I fixed each of us an omelet and toast.  I also poured us both a glass of juice
and myself a cup of coffee, in addition to everything else.

"Ok, kiddo.  What would you like to do today?" I asked.

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

"I'm glad to hear that," I acknowledged.  "How would you like to play miniature
golf again?  This time it will be just the two of us."

"Yeah, that sounds nice," he confirmed.

His face brightened at first, but then his expression changed and he began to
look sad.  I wasn't sure what was wrong, so I asked.

"Jared, is there a problem?"

"Not really a problem, but I was just thinking about all of the different things that I
never got to do with my dad," he replied.

I figured I'd better guide him away from these thoughts and tried my best to
distract him.

"Did you enjoy it, when we played before?" I followed.

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

"So do you want to do it again?" I pressed.

"Yeah, and I'm ok now," he answered,  "because I get to do all of these things
with my new dad – you."

"I'm glad you feel this way and that I can help out," I responded.  "What do you
think about finishing breakfast and then going upstairs to get dressed, so we can
head over to the miniature golf course?"

"Yeah, let's do it!" he urged.

Jared quickly gobbled down the last of his meal and drank the rest of his juice,
and then leaped up from the table.  He hurriedly carried his dishes over to the
sink and rinsed them off, before placing everything in the dishwasher.  I was
mildly amazed by his sudden spurt of energy, since I figured we'd finish up at a
leisurely pace, so I decided I'd better follow suit.  I quickly devoured the last of
my meal and then tried to polish off what remained of my coffee, because I could
see he was eager for me to join him.

Before I finished the last of my coffee, however, Jared came back to the table
and began to carry away my empty dishes, because he knew I would want to
take care of the mess first, before I did anything else.  I followed him with my cup,
as I drained the last drops of coffee from it, and once everything was put away,
he raced from the kitchen, bounded up the stairs.  He was in my room before I
even got to the bottom of the staircase.  When I finally entered the master suite a
few seconds later, he was completely undressed and trying to decide what he
wanted to wear.

"What do you think, Dad?  Which pair of shorts should I put on?" he asked, while
looking back at me.

"It really doesn't make any difference, but the khaki shorts look nice," I offered,
and he smiled at me.

"Then I'll wear those," he agreed.

Jared then slipped on a fresh pair of briefs, the shorts, an appropriate shirt and
his athletic shoes, so he was ready to go.  I was taking a little longer, so he sat
on the side of my 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 hyperactive puppy, as he
followed me everywhere I went, from checking out the different areas of the
house to getting my car keys.  When I was finally sure we were ready to leave,
he also followed me out to the Tahoe, as we hopped inside and drove away.

When we arrived at the miniature golf course, we each picked out a putter and
grabbed a different colored golf ball, and then we headed toward the first hole.
Once we were there, I let Jared go first and watched as he made his initial putt.
He was so excited that he whacked the ball way too hard and it hit off of the
backboard and bounced a quarter of the way back to where we started.  I told
him I'd give him a Mulligan and suggested he go get the ball and start again, and
he seemed to like that idea.  Once he calmed down a little, he got ready to try
again, but this time he carefully gauged the amount of strength he would use for
this stroke and took the time to line up his shot, before he hit the ball with the
face of the club.  This putt was much better and he nearly got a hole-in-one.  He
was just radiant when he turned around, after he realized how close his ball was
to the hole.

I went next, but didn't do 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 before long my game also
began to pick up.  When we got to each hole, I would try to point out what the
obstacles were and then advised him on the best way to approach the shot.
Jared would listen carefully and learned from my advice, before he took his turn.
When we finally finished the course and added up our scores, we discovered that
we had tied, which made Jared nearly as ecstatic as if he had beaten me.  It was
an enjoyable time and couldn't have ended any better, even if I had tried to plan
it this way 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 next, before we did anything else.  I suggested
we would 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 and ordered a pizza, along with
the salad bar, and chowed down.  As soon as we finished, I took Jared home and
advised him that we'd wait a while before we went for a swim.  He was fine with
that, so we decided to watch some television while we waited.

When it was time to go out and relax in the water, Jared had another proposition
to make first.

"Dad, can't we go swimming without anything on, just this one time?" he asked.
"I just want to see what it's like to do it with you and this is the perfect time,
seeing Josh, Dean or my mom aren't here to catch us.  Please, can we do that?"

I thought about his request for a few seconds and concluded that he was correct
in his assumption.  If I was ever going to allow us to do this together, then this
was probably the best and safest time.  I finally agreed to his request and he
nearly blasted into orbit with excitement, since he could hardly believe that not
only was I going to let him do this, but I was going to join him.  Immediately, he
began to discard his clothing and threw his shirt here, his shorts and underwear
there and his shoes and socks someplace else.  Then, he turned and waited for
me to finish disrobing too.  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, as well as jiggle 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 sight to behold that I started to get 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 and gave me an evil grin.

"Did that happen because of me?" he wanted to know.

Since I wasn't one to generally give in so 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
earlier," I teased.

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 get it, because I'm the only neighbor boy around right now," he announced, in
an authoritarian tone.  "I knew you liked me, as much as I like you, but I thought it
would get bigger than that."

The little devil was giving it right back and zinging me, as good as I had given it
to him.  He must have realized that the only thing I'd react to was if he teased me
about my size.

"Hey, it's big enough for whatever I decide to do with it, stubby," I quipped.

I'd phrased my comment that way to let him know that he wasn't so big either,
but when we made eye contact, we both burst into hysterical laughter.  Once
we'd regained our composure, we made a few more snide comments about 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, playing volleyball and otherwise having a great time, but it also meant
that we were more than halfway through our second day together.  Luckily, we
both knew there were plenty more to come.

The time that I got to spend alone with Jared was absolutely wonderful and
refreshing, but it was more than just that.  He also made me feel extremely vital
and put some meaning back into my otherwise lonely and dreary 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.  I
specifically chose this term, since it refers to two dissimilar organisms that are
living in a mutually beneficial situation, and I believed it was a correct indication
of our current relationship.  Here we were, a lonely man and a fatherless boy, not
totally dissimilar, but with enough differences to make this term appropriate.  It's
beneficial in that Jared gets a father and someone to love him, while I get a boy I
can do things with and love in return.  If only life were that simple.

Our relationship heated up even more on the third night he stayed with me.  We'd
just completed a very busy day and expended a great deal of energy, so I was
beat, but Jared had more stamina than I did.  We had just finished showering and
had gotten into bed, when we decided to watch a little TV before turning in.
When a commercial came on, Jared rolled toward me and posed a question.

"Dad, would you teach me about blowjobs?" he asked, while giving me that look
again.

I was only mildly shocked he had asked this, because his sexual curiosity has
been running on overdrive 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," I offered.

He gave me a strange look in response.

"No!  I don't want you to tell me, because I know what they are and how it's
supposed to be done," he clarified.  "What I want you to do is to show me how to
do it and let me experience what it feels like.  If you do it to me, then I'll know
how to do it to someone else."

"Jared, I've already given in to you way too much and broken many of the rules I
had set for myself," I replied.  "You keep pushing for more and more, but I think
doing something like this would be taking things a bit too far."

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

"Jared, what you're suggesting isn't the type of activity a father and son would do
together," I explained.

"Well, we'll just think of each other as boyfriends instead," he suggested.  "Even if
you're my boyfriend, I can still think of you as being like a dad to me too, can't I?
So if you're my boyfriend, we can do it now.  Right?"

He smiled, figuring he had won another debate.

"Jared, I wish you'd make up your mind what you want me to be for you," I told
him.  "I liked the idea about being your dad, but I'm not so sure I'll be able to
handle the boyfriend idea though, at least not with you being so young."

"Why, I don't mind that you're older than me," he reasoned.  "There'll always be
the same number of years difference between our ages, so why does it matter if
I'm the age I am now or if I were eighteen or twenty instead?"

"Jared, it's not that simple," I answered.  "I'd love to have a boyfriend your age,
but at the same time it's your age that poses the problem.  No matter how much I
might want it, you're still below the age of consent and that could get me locked
up for a long time."

"But I thought I proved that I am old enough, even if the law says I'm not," he
objected.

"In a physical sense, you are old enough, but that still leaves the question of
whether you're emotionally ready to handle something like this," I responded.
"What if I had to move away or got killed in an accident.  Could you handle that?"

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

"Ok, good point, so maybe I chose a poor example," I relented, "but seeing I'm
older, the odds are increased that I'll die before you."

"I don't care if that happens someday, but it's still what I want.  I want you, not
someone younger," Jared insisted.  "I was hoping you'd 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 nearly broke my heart to know he thought this, so I was
looking for some way to make him 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... or Bob or whatever you want me to call you now," he continued,
while struggling with this new concept.  "Just teach me how to do this, because I
want to feel what it's like, but I only want to do it to you."

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

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

"Jared, if I give in to you about this, then next you'll be coming to me wanting to
try anal sex," I reasoned.  "I just have to draw the line on this, because I can't
allow it to go that far."

"Why?  No one would find out," he stated, while still trying to convince me.  He
was looking less hopeful now.

"Jared, that's not true," I explained.  "We might get away with the oral sex, but
anal sex could leave bruising and possibly even some tearing around your
rectum.  Any doctor would recognize those signs and report it, whenever you
were given a physical."

"How about blow-jobs?  Do they leave signs that doctors would know about?" he
challenged, not giving an inch.

"Not that I know of," I confirmed, "but I know you and eventually you won't be
satisfied to stop at that."

"Well, if a blowjob won't leave any signs that anyone can see, if you'll do it with
me, then I promise I won't ask you to do anything in the butt, at least until I'm old
enough," he offered, looking for any sign that I might be willing to give in.

"Jared, you've made promises like this to me in the past and you just don't seem
able to keep them.  If you remember, you said if I let you sleep with me that you
wouldn't try anything," I reminded him, as I eyed him suspiciously.

"And I haven't, not when we were in bed," he responded.

"Then what was that hand job you gave me or how about trying to sleep nude?" I
pointed out.

"That wasn't pressuring you to do something to me," he suggested, hoping that
argument might suffice.

"I think your getting into bed naked was meant for that reason," I asserted, "and
then you gave up all pretense when you asked me to masturbate you in the tub,
so why should I believe you would keep your word this time?"

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

"But this is no different than any of those other times, so how can I be sure you'll
keep your word this time?" I challenged.

He thought for a minute or two before he answered.

"Because if I don't keep my promise, then you don't have to be my dad any
longer and you won't have to let me come visit you either," he offered.

After he made this proposition, I could see the trepidation on his face, because
he feared it could possibly come to that, if he didn't keep his promise this time.  I
was thinking it over very carefully, when I saw a tear sneak out of the inside
corner of his right eye and start rolling down his cheek.  I knew he was putting
everything he held dear into his promise this time, so how could I refuse so
valuable an offer?

"God, I'm probably nuts for doing this, but ok," I agreed.  "Just remember, if you
fail to keep this promise, then I'll be forced to hold you to your word and you'll be
the only one to blame for what happens.  Remember, you're the one who set the
terms and you'll be the only one who can break your promise, even though we
will both lose out if you don't keep your word this time."

"I know," he blurted out.

After he'd said that, Jared pushed back the sheet, hopped onto his knees, so he
could throw his arms around my neck.  I had been propped up against the
headboard, with a couple of pillows behind me, and he not only hugged me, but
he began planting little kisses all over my face.  After about a minute of this
activity, it began to feel as if I was getting my face licked by an overly friendly
puppy, so I was tempted to begin looking for a newspaper I could roll up and use
to swat him on the nose, just to get him to calm down.

"Jared, take it easy," I finally advised him, "before you manage to injure me."

"I wouldn't hurt you.  I love you too much to do anything like that, especially now
that you're going to teach me even more," he assured me.

Inadvertently, Jared had just explained his priorities, meaning I was safe, as long
as I did what he wanted, but he was also literally bouncing on the bed, because
he was so excited that I had agreed to do this for him.  I was wondering how long
he was going to continue this exuberant celebration, when he suddenly stopped,
looked at me and then quickly slid his briefs down his legs, before removing them
completely.  After that he lay back on the bed and gave me a sly grin.

"Ok, I'm ready," he announced, as he spread his legs and offered 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 lavish
him with the best oral sex that I knew how to give.  Slowly, I moved over next to
him and crawled between his legs, before I bent forward and began to lick his
scrotum.  After doing that for a few seconds, I started to suck on his watery
marbles, which caused Jared to begin wiggling on the bed, but he was also
starting to giggle every now and then while I was doing this.  Confused by these
actions, I pulled back and asked him what the problem was.

"It's not a problem, but it just tickles a little," he informed me.  "Don't stop though,
because it feels really good too.  I didn't know it would feel so wonderful when
you started to do that."

"Oh, it can, but there is much, much more to come," I informed him, before
dropping back down into position.

This time, I nipped gently at the skin on his scrotum and playfully tugged on it for
a little while, before I took his entire ball sac into my mouth, so I could roll his
testicles over my tongue and inside that warm, moist lining.  As I did this, he
began to squirm wildly beneath me on the bed, but he was no longer giggling.
Instead, he was whimpering, almost mewing, so I took this as a good sign and
felt it meant that he was enjoying this part of the process.  As I mentally prepared
to move on to the next stage, I carefully released his nut sac from my mouth and
started to lick up the underside of his shaft.  I could feel his entire body begin to
shiver as I did this, so it must have caused at least a few tiny electrical impulses
to course from his penis and radiate throughout his entire body.

His dick continued to swell and got even harder, as I ran my tongue around the
head of his penis and let it dart in and around the tiny slit as I did so.  After
teasing him like this for a few seconds, I lowered my mouth over his helmet and
completely enclosed it inside my warm, moist oral cavity.  I heard him gasp, as
my mouth slid down the shaft, so I knew he must like the feeling.  Encouraged, I
began to nod up and down on his stiff little mast and used my oral muscle to
stimulate 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, and it was coming in
short, raspy breaths, but I couldn't see his face.  All I knew for certain was that he
was pleased with my efforts.

I was using every piece of knowledge I had even learned about oral sex to
pleasure Jared, and I even let my hands and fingers get into the act.  I used them
to manipulate and rub his scrotum and nipples, while I applied oral stimulation to
his penis.  It was just about all Jared could handle now, and then I felt his body
stiffen slightly, just prior to sensing that he was arching 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 of immature boy cum.  I'm not sure
how much he spewed, but I felt his dick pulse several times.  This told me his
penis was straining to expel his boy seed and the taste of that sweet nectar was
something I shall always remember.  It had the consistency of dew and with the
sweetness of honey.  It was as warm as milk straight 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 and his eyes were closed,
as he lay motionless on the bed and recuperated from that new experience.  I
rolled off to the side and scooted up on the bed, so I could see his face, and then
I watched him closely, as his breathing returned to normal.  I was astonished by
the glow that seemed to engulf him, as he relished the intense sensations that
had washed over his body.  Slowly, I saw his eyes begin to open, as he gradually
regained his senses, and then he finally spoke to me.

"That was absolutely incredible," he wheezed, in a breathless and raspy voice.  "I
didn't know it would be that wonderful.  Thank you, Dad.  I really love you for
doing this for me."

I didn't respond verbally to his praise and merely smiled and nodded at him.
Then, I stroked the top of his head, to let him know that I was still there for him.
He cuddled against me, as he continued to enjoy those warm feelings of
afterglow, and then he began his next round of teasing.

"Ok, Dad, can I do that to you now?" he asked.

"Are sure you want to do that NOW?" I challenged.  "Don't you want to leave
something for another time?"

"No, I want to do it now," he stated, forcefully.  "Just tell me what to do."

That ear-to-ear grin had now spread across his 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, and I realized I must be absolutely nuts for
allowing this to happen.

"Ok, kiddo.  Do you remember how I started?" I inquired.

"You mean when you licked my nuts, tugged on the sac a little with your teeth
and then took everything into your mouth?" he wondered.

"Yes, that's what I meant," I confirmed.  "Do you think you want to do that?"

His smile never dimmed.

"Oh, yeah.  Big time," he agreed.

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 and
then proceeded to attack it, like a kitten with a bowl of cream.  Eventually, he
began tugging on my scrotum with his teeth and I had to tell him to be a little
gentler.  Since he was now worried that he had hurt me, he stopped doing that
and took one of my testicles into his mouth instead and began to close his lips
around it.

"Hey, champ, easy with those teeth and don't suck too hard," I warned.  "Extend
your lips forward, so they go past your teeth, and then you won'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... well not on purpose," he added.

"I know, but it's the mistakes that scare me," I countered, while 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 continued on like this for a few
minutes and then he sat back up, looked at me and spoke again.

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

"You can lick up the shaft and around the head next," I instructed, "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 acknowledged my advice, before he went back to his business and did what I
had told him.  When he eventually got ready to swallow my dick, he took just the
head into his mouth, but when he began to bob up and down on it, he went too
far at one point and began to choke.  He pulled up and waited a few seconds,
until his gag reflex had subsided, and then he looked at me and gave me his
'yeah, I forgot your advice' look, before he resumed his actions.

When he went back to nodding up and down on my knob with his mouth again,
he wasn't able to take much more than the crown and the top inch or so at any
time.  He was doing well at keeping his teeth back, but I needed a little more
stimulation, so I suggested that he use his hand on the lower part of my shaft,
where his mouth wasn't reaching.  I told him to keep his hand in sync with the
movements of his mouth and follow in the same direction, as his head raised and
lowered on my erection.  He immediately did as I'd suggested and was now like a
greedy little puppy on a bone, which meant he was giving me his best effort.

Soon, all of this stimulation was beginning to get to me and I felt the pressure
building in my groin, which let me know that 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 this, so I tried to warn him again.
Unfortunately, I was just too far gone by that point and it was only a couple of
seconds later that hot ropes of my cum were blasting from my dick and filling
Jared's throat.

He didn't try to swallow it, but he couldn't hold it all in his mouth either, so much
of it dripped back out between his lips and onto my body.  When I looked up at
him, he had cum at various spots all around his mouth, as well as running down
his chin, and well... he looked positively adorable.  Of course, he was still
wearing that monstrous grin of his at the same time, which only improved the
image.

"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," he assured me.  "That was neat."

After that, we discussed what we had just done in a little more depth and then I
made another suggestion to him.

"Hey, why don't we take a shower and get cleaned up?" I offered.  "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.

"Hey, after everything we just did, I don't see why not," I answered.

He started to bounce up and down on the bed, since he'd just been given a
positive response to his question, and he seemed pleased this was something
else we were now going to do together.  After I got him to calm down a little, we
went into my bathroom, and since we were both naked already, I turned on the
water and adjusted the spray to a comfortable temperature.  Once that was
accomplished, 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 when he realized that I was going to wash him too.  I cleaned
him carefully and made sure to bathe every inch of his body.  When I had
finished scrubbing him, he looked up at me again.

"Can I wash you now?" he wanted to know.

"May I wash you now?" I corrected, 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" I repeated, and after I'd told him
this way, he began to understand.

"Ok, daddy teacher.  MAY I wash you now?" he quipped.

"It's Daddy, writer," I corrected, and then I merely smiled and nodded my head.

That's all the approval Jared needed, so he grabbed the washcloth, lathered it up
with soap and began to gently clean me off.  He also made sure he hit every inch
of my body and seemed happy that I was allowing him to do this.  No matter how
much time I spent with him, this young man continues to amaze me each and
every minute we're together.

When he finished washing me, we rinsed off, dried and headed back into the
bedroom.  As we started to get back into bed, Jared just hopped in, without
bothering to put anything on.  I was about to protest, when I thought that after
everything else we had done, what harm would this do?  I bit my tongue and
didn't say a word, as I slipped into bed without putting anything on either.  Jared
recognized this fact at once and lit up.  After we were both in our proper
positions, he snuggled up against me and we quickly 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 believed I'd left that in place for my own
protection, rather than Jared's.  I knew that if I had anal sex with him it could
leave bruising, and possibly even some tearing, and those were signs that could
be discovered later, even long after the act itself 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, at least in that regard.

I woke up before Jared did the next morning, so I stayed in bed and 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?" he wondered.

"No, nothing is wrong," I confirmed.  "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?" he asked, through that huge grin of his.

"Absolutely, and with all my heart and soul," I confessed.  "I love you more than
life itself."

He began to giggle.

"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 good-looking, fun to be with and a really great guy," he
answered.

"And that's all it takes?" I teased.

"I guess so," he replied.  "I think I fell in love with you right after we first met.  I
just came down to ask if you had any work I could do, but when I went home, I
knew that I wanted to spend a lot of 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?" I stated, amazed.  "Is that why you
kept pushing me in that direction?"

He gave me an evil grin.

"Mostly.  I got so worked up that night that I shot that stuff in my underwear while
I was sleeping, so my jockeys were all hard and crusty when I woke up the next
morning," he admitted.  "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 about
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 added.

"Yes, I'm sure it is," I agreed, "and most boys don't like talking to their mothers
about sexual issues,"

Jared was nodding his head in agreement after I'd said this.

"Chicks don't understand dicks," he told me bluntly, which kind of surprised me.
"She yells at my brother and me when we touch or adjust our dicks through our
pants, but she also makes comments about it, if she notices them pushing out
our underwear or pajamas when they're hard.  Then, she goes and gives me a
book to read 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, and when she sees us like that she'll say, 'Either go to the toilet or put
a robe on and cover that up.'  It's not like we're doing it for her or anyone else to
notice," he confessed.

"Oh, so you boys run around like that in the morning, when she can see it?" I
asked, although I probably shouldn't have said that out loud.

"No, she says those things when she comes in to wake us up in the morning," he
told me.  "A lot of times we don't have any covers on when she comes in,
especially during the summer when it's so hot out, and even Josh gets boners in
the morning."

He said this like he didn't think that was supposed to happen to younger boys.

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

"But there are times when you have to adjust or scratch it," he stated, "and she
always seems to see us when we do 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 or knock,
instead of coming into our rooms from now on."

"Maybe you should suggest that to her," I offered.  "Just tell her you're getting
older and would like a little more privacy.  I think she will be able to understand
that."

"Ok, I'll try it," Jared agreed.

He then gave me a look that seemed to say, 'thank you for that idea.'

"So, kiddo, what would you like to do today?" I wanted to know.

Suddenly, another evil grin appeared on his face.

"Can we suck each other off again?" he asked, without hesitation.

I merely 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.

"Ok, but we're not going to spend all of our time doing this," I answered.

As soon as I replied, I could see his face breaking into another huge smile.

"Ok, Dad, but I want to do it at least one more time today," he explained.  "It was
so neat and felt so good that I just want to try it again.  Ok?"

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

"Oh, I'll want to, so let's hurry and do that other stuff quickly," he urged.

Jared then raced off for the guest bathroom, while I went to urinate in mine, and
then I met up with him again, when he came into my room to slip something on.
Once we were both decent, we went downstairs and headed toward the kitchen,
ready to start the new day.



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