Date: Sat, 19 Apr 2003 14:25:15 EDT From: ErastesTouch@aol.com Subject: Point of View - chapter 8 Legal Notice: The following story may contain descriptions of graphic sexual acts. These acts may be between boys or between a man and a boy. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. The author, or his designee, retains copyright to this story. There may be no reproducing or distribution of this story without expressed written consent. I wish to extend my thank you to Ed for his editorial assistance with this chapter. * * * * * * * * 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. * * * * * * * * Positive emails may be sent to ErastesTouch@aol.com