Date: Sat, 03 Mar 2007 11:03:59 -0500 (EST) From: phil Smith Subject: look but dont touch 5 Disclaimer: As usual I have to say that this is absolutely fictional and illegal to read if you are under 18 or if the age is lower in your area. This is erotic. Eroticism excites you if you read it and think about it because that is how sex works. You picture something that is your fetish and you get sexually excited. Then in the case of a male, you usually do something that relieves the stress that was caused by thinking about that thing. Now if you are under 18, you are not supposed to get those thoughts from reading or looking at things that cause that erotic excitement because laws exist to that effect. So if you are under 18 and want to think erotically just go make it up in your own mind and then when you are 18, you can relieve your stress by wasting your time writing a fictional story like this, since it never could happen because you made it up. Go away and come back when you are older. Please post your story on nifty though when you are old enough because I would love to read it. Look but don't touch...number 5 After dropping off Jake/Jacques, the Frenchman and Nic his little French brother, I had probably thirty-five minutes of cross-town traffic to get to my home. This left me plenty of time to reflect on what just happened and how to plan for my future with my new boyfriend, affair, lover or whatever he wanted to be. He could be all of the above for me, but because of his age, I would let him decide what he wanted to be. I had already come up with the plan of introducing the boys to my family through the excuse of meeting at a skate park. I knew Nic was probably good enough to approach Raymond when we went to the park. The other haunting thought was Jake's statement to the effect I might not be ready to let sexy Nic teach my son what he knows. I had to think about this for a second. I know if I did what I wanted to do and bring Jake into my life I would be bringing Nic into Raymond's life, and I had already offered my son up for that. What would I be as a father if I exposed my son to gay sex? I knew that Raymond would be taken into it as what boy isn't at a young age. I know Raymond's best friend was cute, and I was not even sure Raymond wasn't at least rubbing dicks or something with his friend. They spent the night together constantly. I had already told him it was ok if he ever played around with a boy. I had to do that since I have seen too many boys feel guilty. It was not that I wanted him to do it, but if he did, I didn't want him to feel bad. Besides I hadn't quite elaborated on my words "play around." But this was going to be more if he got involved with Nic. There was an older boy involved with Nic even though I don't remember what he looked like but my remembrance was the boy Sean was in the ballpark of age with Jake. As I drove along, I was thinking of my rationalizations. It's ok, if Raymond is gay that will be his choice. He will come to me, and we will discuss it, and I will just tell him about my life, and I will leave it all up to him. Boy, what a bunch of crap that was. It was truly my rationalizations because I wanted to be with Jake. I was hooked, and I was going to involve my boy to set this up. This was not a resolvable situation in the thirty minutes I had to drive home. I began then to think about Jake. Had he cried because he realized he was falling for me just as I had already fallen for him? He had said that he didn't understand, and I can't say I do completely, but I had a clue because I had fallen in love pretty close to his age with a guy. Maybe we could work it out together. Could I afford to pay for this kid while rearing my family? Were the boys' French parents really as liberal as the whole situation seemed to be? Way too many questions went through my mind just before I reached the driveway of our two- story Spanish style home which was like all the others in Vegas. As I drove in the driveway, a chilling thought hit me. I had not since I got in my truck at the job site, thought once of my wife, Marie, or my daughter, Anna. How could this event have erased these people from my mind for a couple of hours? It didn't take long for me to be reminded. Mexican women let you know really quickly when they aren't happy. I entered the door and everyone had eaten. Usually, the kids would wait for me because I would call religiously and say when I was going to be home. How could I call? I had entered another world and was lost in sexual pleasure and the pleasure of finding love again. The look on Marie's face could have killed. Slamming of cabinets as she finished the dishes was also a slight sign that I had goofed. What could I say? What excuse could I manufacture? Frankly, I never have been good at excuses so I played stupid which I was beginning to think was my whole problem anyway. I am stupid. "Hi, honey. Where are the kids?" Well that didn't work, and I didn't really care so I ignored the raving and ranting and went off to Raymond's room to try out my plan with him. I knocked, a habit that I would like to teach Nic someday, and Raymond invited me in. He was on his computer talking to school friends on instant messenger. He came up and gave me a hug and said "I missed you for dinner. Boy was mom pissed." I said "Well I was late because I heard about a skate park that I went to check out for you and Billy." His eyes lit up and he said, "Yeah, where is it." "It's out on Charleston on the way to Red Rock Canyon." "Cool. Can we go this weekend?" Voila! That's French by the way. Situation handled. How easy was that. This is a boy who already has my heart who is going to help me get another boy who will have my heart in a different way. I said "Call up Billy and ask him if he wants to go, and we will go at 10 am on Saturday morning. "Cool, he is online. I'll just im him now?" I positioned myself on his double bed to wait for an answer, and my mind just couldn't help thinking. Oh my god, if this thing goes where I want it to go with a joint birthday party, Raymond is going to have sleep-over soon with Nic and what the hell will they be doing in this bed. You know the thought excited me thinking of him with that cute boy Nic. After all, I had absolutely nothing against him liking guys, but I wasn't going to force this in anyway. I was going to talk to Nic who seemed adult enough to discuss these things before I let him fuck with my son. During my thinking, Billy had enough time to ask if he could go and the answer was, of course, yes. Ok now, I needed to attack this right up front. "Raymond, I gotta tell you a couple of things before we go this weekend." "Yeah, dad, just a second." Raymond then opened a couple of windows on his computer and typed a couple of things to his online buddies or girls. I don't know how many girls because I never really wanted to know. Raymond turned and said, "Ok, what is it." "Well, the kids on that side of town are really cool and good skaters, and you might learn a lot from them. In fact, you may even make friends over there and that's really cool with me especially if you meet some good skaters who can help you with your skating." Oh, god was the shit coming down out of the ceiling or what? I hoped at some day in the future he would think back on this conversation and realize what a manipulative asshole I was being. "Yeah, that would really be cool cause Billy and I suck at skating. I'd love to have a skater friend." "Ok, that's great but you know I just want you to know that those kids on that side of town are like more mature than you guys over here." Boy was that ever true, I thought thinking about Nic standing there with a hardon watching me embraced with his brother in my arms. Raymond said, "What the hell does that mean?" "I mean they know more about sex and may do more things with sex than you guys over here." "And exactly what things do they do on that side of town that we aren't doing on this side of town?" Raymond talked rather intellectually. I don't know where he got it from because neither Marie nor I used really articulate ways of speaking. "Well, I think the boys get together sometimes on sleepovers and play around with each other." I grimaced and have no idea how I had just said that to my ten year old. "Oh, so on that side of town. They have friends whose house they sleep at and they suck each others dicks and they fuck each other in the ass?" Did I deserve this or what? What the fuck had he just said? Let's get to the point here, Raymond. Wait he just did. How does stupid Mike respond now? How about: "Yes." "Well, dad, get a clue. What do you think Billy and I do on sleepovers? Once you told me it was ok to play around with boys. Billy and I started that weekend." With that he turned and went back to IMing on the computer. I guess he was telling Billy how clueless I was. That's twice I have showed my age today I guess. "Oh, ok. I just wanted you to know, it was ok with me because I did it when I was your age." Well that was a lie, I started later, and I didn't fuck in the ass until much later, and I don't remember when I started sucking, but what the hell! It must be the sign of the times. Progress. Why wouldn't I have realized all along that is what Raymond and Billy were doing? Didn't I tell him it was ok in my "new age," fatherly way of presenting sex to your child. The youth are obviously smarter than us. But haven't kids always been smarter than their parents? "Ok, dad that would be cool if it happened, but I just wanta learn to skate better." I thought a second about the "fuck and suck" statement and said, "Well, Raymond actually I didn't fuck and suck until I was older. We kind of just rubbed dicks." Raymond turned and said in his brilliant sort of way. "Yeah, dad, but this is the 21st century. Everything is happening sooner." The 21st century! My god I had not heard that yet. I truly was left in the 20th century which term we used a lot near the end of that century. But this was the 21st century and maybe he was right. Maybe I better stop being so stupid and wake up into this century. I knew I couldn't do it in this marriage though. With this conversation over and with me realizing that this had been one of the most shocking days in my life, I stood and went to my office to get online my self. Marie had conveniently finished cleaning up and gone upstairs to pout in the bedroom. This usually bothered me because I had only her to go to at night, but now I actually had someone else to go to. I wondered if Jake had a computer in his house. My office was my sanctuary, and it was private enough for me to go in and shut the door and jack off to pornography when I wanted. Yeah, I did go to guy sites too. In fact, my favorite site, which was free, is called "nifty." It has erotic pornography for all kinds of sex. I loved the stories on it and would usually go to the young friends section hoping to find affairs between boys of the same age like I had with Anthony. Closed in my office. I picked up my phone and called Jake after I had entered his name with his number from the caller id. The phone rang only once and I knew this was my chance because he I think he was waiting for my call. Jake answered. "Hi, dude." I instead was going to let him have it. I said, "Hello is this Jake Dupree?" Jake was taken back a little by the formality and answered simply "Uh, Yes." I said Well, I was just going through my list of numbers in my received file from earlier today, and I noticed this number. I was not sure if it was a home number or a cell number but after I realized it was a Frenchman and realizing how much I liked fucking the French, I decided to go to the word store and press the little button and add the name of the person with whom I am madly in love so I typed on the keypad Jake Dupree...Viva la France!" My god, that was an icebreaker, and Jake broke out in hysterical laughter. In between his laughs he said, "Ok. Ok. I get the point, I shouldn't have treated you like you are an old dumb fart who didn't understand the phone." I laughed because I knew now this was truly a smart kid who got things. Yeah he was a member of a new generation, but he wasn't one of those kids who thought we owed him something because he was smarter than we were. I think in all of his affairs with the older guys for shoes, he had been respectful. In fact, I truly think he was a kid who liked older men, and I certainly hoped so. I let him off the hook really quickly with. "Hey, dude. Don't worry. I was just kidding." Then I told him all about my return home confiding in him about the angry wife and telling him every exchange Raymond and I had. About my wife, Jake showed real compassion. About Raymond's sexual adventures Jake said, "Well, I could have told you that." And about getting together Saturday at 10 o'clock, he said "Yes, that's perfect." I said, "Yeah and I can't wait. Can you get there or do I have to figure out a lie to pick you guys up like you are hitchhiking or something." I don't know where I came up with that. Jake said, "Well yeah that's a great idea because if not, we will have to walk the entire way." "Ok, I'll call you Saturday and we can arrange a pick up place and I'll just call you on the phone as we get close and you can stick out your dicks and we will pick you up." Jake said totally jokingly I hope..."Hey. Nic and I are French, we will do it if you want." "Well, lets not take this French thing too far cause if you stick out your dicks every old guy driving up Charleston will stop to pick you up. Listen this is all great." I continued. "I am so excited, so I will call you around 9 o'clock Saturday morning." There was silence on the other end of the line and Jake finally said "Well, if I could, I would like to come down to your trailer Thursday." Well stupid is as stupid does. Why had I tried to be so final in this conversation as if the only thing we could do next was our plan? I said, "Well of course, you can call come to my place or do whatever you want any time, any day. Just make sure you call because sometimes I have to go off site to get stuff. Jake said "Sure. Do you have Cingular?" "Shit no. I have Verizon." "That sucks because we don't have free minutes together, and I am really restricted on minutes until after nine pm." Jake informed me. I knew where this was going and I was pleased. Jake wanted to talk more. "Well, nine pm isn't good for me because I have to get up at 5:30 and get ready to go to work early. You know construction is always early to bed and early to rise." I added "I'll figure this out just give me time." And to preempt the last question so I would seem somewhat to be living in the 21st century, I asked, "Do you have a computer?" Jake said, "Yeah, great idea, lets hook up on instant messenger." I hadn't even gotten to my idea and this kid was thinking ahead. Maybe this lazy generation will at least be smart and be able to save us from the aliens by reading their minds. "Can you talk in private ever on the computer?" was my last question." "Yeah it's in my room. Its a laptop so I share it with Nicolas who is on a lot but that little shit owes me so I can get it from him to talk to you. I know by the way he keeps talking about you that he wants us to hang out." That one statement gave me lots of information...a new name for Nic, the fact that his parents aren't poor if they can buy laptops exclusively for their boys and three: Nicolas is now making the decisions. I wondered if two ten year olds were now going to be running my life. We hooked up while on the phone on yahoo messenger as quickly as possible to save on Jake's minutes. Jake and I talked online until I was getting too tired. We ended up sharing a lot about our lives. You can get more honesty online I find from people. The problem online though is that people can also lie about themselves. I had hoped that all I had heard from Jake that night was true and had no reason not to believe him. And so far I liked everything I heard about him and from him. I was deeper and deeper into this and bringing Jake deeper and deeper into the life of a married man with children. I went to bed to face the bitch, but I didn't give a fuck. I had another love to work on now, and I was going to make the most of it. The old love had been going through a slow death since the birth of Raymond our last child we planned to have. I was pretty sure now Jake loved me and if he showed up Thursday, it would be time three of the affair part, but I know I wanted and needed more now.