Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2013 04:30:41 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, Chapter 10

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 10 – The Temptation.

After having dinner with Jared's mother, he and I fell into a pattern for the next
month.  He would come down on to my place on Monday and start working on
whatever jobs I had lined up for the week, in order to give me the better part of
the day to write.  He would usually mow the lawn first and then do whatever else
I needed done, such as weeding or putting a fresh layer of mulch around the
trees and shrubs, but he also trimmed the hedges whenever required.  I also
taught him how to clean the pool and test the water, so he'd know what
chemicals he would need to add, so we could swim in it.

Josh quickly learned to stay home on Mondays, since he'd rather play than work,
so he usually went to Dean's house on that day instead.  As a general rule, Dean
would join the brothers and come down to my place on one of the other days,
when he figured they would be able to spend most of their time in the water.  For
the most part, they wouldn't show up until after lunchtime, so I'd have the
morning to write, and then we'd play it by ear, as to what I did next.  Some of
those times, I'd spend the rest of the day with them, but then there were other
times when I'd let them swim, while I sat at the patio table and worked on my
laptop.

On rare occasions, and as the result of a variety of reasons, the boys would end
up swimming nude, but that was something I tried very hard to discourage.  The
last thing I wanted, or needed, to happen was to get caught with a group of
underage boys running around my place in the nude, but there were a few
occasions when I let them get away with it, but never for more than fifteen or
twenty minutes.

There were also other times when Josh and Dean would spend the day visiting
one of their other friends, which would leave Jared and I alone.  Although he and
I already had a fairly tight relationship, we managed to grow even closer during
this time.  For the most part, Jared was satisfied to just spend time with me, but
there were a few instances when he did his best to get me to do something
sexual with him.  Even though I'd told him, numerous times, that I wouldn't allow
myself to do anything like that, he hadn't completely given up on his attempts to
convince me that there would be nothing wrong with us doing those things, since
it's what he wanted and we deeply cared for each other.

Jared proved not only to be persistent, but he also came up with some new ploys
to try to get me to let down my guard.  Some of the time, he would attempt an
excuse to get me to touch his genitals, such as asking me to look at an alleged
problem with his penis or requesting that I demonstrate a new grip to him, so he
would know how to do it correctly when he masturbated.  So far I've managed to
resist his efforts and have avoided giving in to his constant innuendos, but he's
slowly wearing me down and I've had to redouble my resolve not to accede to his
requests.

So far, he usually stops whenever I put down my foot or severely chide him about
his efforts, so I guess that's more or less what he considers as his form of
compromise.  I can tell that he hasn't totally given up hope that someday he will
succeed, but he will stop whatever he's up to if I forcefully tell him that I don't
want to discuss it further.  Unbeknownst to me, however, something was about to
happen that would put my willpower to the ultimate test.

It all began one Tuesday afternoon when Jared showed up and told me that his
mother wanted to speak to me that evening.  He explained that when they'd had
breakfast together that morning, she'd told him to ask me to come up to their
house later and join them for dinner, if I was willing.  She had directed Jared to
tell me that she had something she needed to speak with me about and wanted
to do it this evening, so if I didn't want to join them for dinner, I could come up
later just to talk.

When I heard this, I became more than a little anxious and greatly concerned
about the reason that she felt she needed to speak to me.  Almost immediately, I
worried that possibly she was going to question something Jared, or possibly
even Josh, might have mentioned to her about some incident that had happened
at my place.  She might also wish to ask me about a conversation she had
merely overheard or possibly Dean's parents had mentioned something to her
about the time I'd spent with the boys.  Even though nothing sexual had gone on
between any of the boys and me up to this point, except for that one time when
Jared masturbated in my presence, I was at a loss trying to figure out what might
be concerning her, unless it had something to do with the times the boys had run
around naked.

Since it had rained the previous day, Jared went out to mow the lawn while I
mentally replayed nearly every moment Jared and I had spent together, from the
first day he had showed up at my door until now.   Other than the masturbation
thing, or possibly that the boys got dressed and undressed in the same room with
me when they came down to swim, I wondered what the problem might be.
Maybe that was it and she wanted to question those rare occasions when the
boys have either run around or swam without anything on, because I couldn't
think of any other incident she might find objectionable, unless she now
suspected that I'm a boy lover.

I think that after Jared came back inside, after finishing up and putting the lawn
tractor away, he realized I wasn't acting as I normally would.  I don't think he
connected my mood to his mother inviting me to their house for dinner, however,
and it appeared that he merely wrote it off as if I were just preoccupied with my
story.  It's possible that he thought I was only trying to work out some sort of
problem with the plot, but whatever the reason, he gave me some space and
didn't bug me.  Seeing he was being so thoughtful, I offered to spend some time
with him after lunch and he cuddled against me on the sofa, as we watched
something on TV.  Since his behavior hadn't changed, I knew HE didn't think
there was anything wrong.  I just hoped this was a good sign.

Even though I was trying to be optimistic, I continued to get more and more
nervous as the time approached for me to go to his house, but I knew I would
have to face his mother in order to learn what she wanted.  No matter what
happened later, there was no way I could run and hide from any potential
problem, at least not if I wanted to keep Jared in my life.  Since we had grown so
close, there was no way I'd be willing to merely walk away now, not only because
I'd miss him, but he would interpret it as being abandoned by his father again.  I
think he was just starting to put those feelings of abandonment behind him, so for
his sake, I wouldn't do anything like that to him now.  I would see this through, no
matter how personally painful it might be, but I hoped it wouldn't turn out to be
something that would end our relationship.

Jared had stayed fairly close to me since he had come back inside, even when I
was doing something else and not giving him my full attention.  As it got closer to
the time he would have to go home, he urged me to stop what I was doing and
get cleaned up, because we'd have to leave soon.  Realizing he was correct, I
prepared to go upstairs to shower and change, but I told him he could wait for me
downstairs while I did this.

As soon as I finished that sentence, Jared announced that he wanted to shower
too, since he had gotten all sweaty and dirty while mowing the lawn.  He kept
insisting that he didn't want to go home looking this grubby and it would take too
long for him to take a bath at his place.  After thinking about it, I finally told him he
could shower in the guest bathroom and then put on one of the outfits I'd
previously purchased for him.  He could either wear those things for the rest of
the night or he could change into his own clothes, once he got home.  If he did
that, then he could put the clothes I'd bought him in the Tahoe, so I could bring
them back with me later, so we'd have them for any future emergencies at my
place.

I think Jared had also become mildly concerned about tonight over the course of
the day, but I wasn't sure if this was because of how I'd been acting or due to the
fact that he didn't know what his mother wanted to talk to me about.  Whatever
the reason, we were both more than a little apprehensive as we went upstairs to
clean up and change.  Jared went into the guest bathroom, while I went into
mine.

I wasn't sure if he was actually being good or whether he was truly concerned
about this little get together, but for whatever reason, he didn't try to do anything
sneaky, like trying to slip into my bathroom so he could shower with me.  This
uncharacteristic behavior and sedate attitude only made me even more nervous
about going to meet his mother.  I couldn't help but think that if this was affecting
him to the point where he hadn't attempted to see me naked or taken the
opportunity to parade around in front of me without his clothes on, then I was
afraid I might be looking at the executioner's blade.  After I finished dressing, I
went downstairs and found Jared waiting for me, and then without saying a word,
we got into the Tahoe and I drove to his place.

His mother turned and smiled at us as we came through the door, which
confused me even more.  Obviously, she didn't appear to be upset about
anything, so maybe this wasn't going to be a confrontational meeting after all.

"Oh, hi, Bob.  I hope you're planning to stay for dinner," she announced, which
made me relax slightly.

"Well, I hadn't really thought about it," I lied.

"It's nothing special, just salad, meatloaf, green beans and baked potatoes, but
there's more than enough for you too," she offered.  "I really would like for you to
join us, if you haven't eaten already."

"Yeah, Bob," Jared chimed in, since he was apparently relieved by his mother's
upbeat mood as well.

"All right.  I haven't eaten yet, but I'll only stay if you'll let me take you all out to
dinner on Sunday," I compromised.

"Bob, that won't be necessary," Sherry began to protest, but I held up my hand
and stopped her.

"It's the only way I'll accept your gracious offer to stay for dinner, so the choice is
yours," I offered.  "Do I stay for dinner or do we just talk?"

She smiled and nodded her head.

"You certainly drive a hard bargain," she commented, while releasing a small,
nervous giggle.

"I do, and it generally ends up in my favor, as it does now," I teased, while giving
her a sly grin.

 She seemed puzzled by my response.

"How do you figure that?" she asked.

"Because this way I get to have two meals with three very special people," I
explained, "instead of just one.  So you see, my offer was more for my benefit
than yours."

She merely gave me one of those motherly 'I don't believe a thing you're saying'
looks, but she didn't pursue the issue further.

The meal was very good and I enjoyed myself once again, but after we finished
eating, Sherry told me that she'd like to talk to me in private, while the boys
cleaned up the table and did the dishes.  I suddenly became concerned again,
but I followed her into the living room just the same.

"Bob, I need to ask a big favor of you," she began, and I started to relax once
more.

I was relieved that she only wanted to ask a favor, so there wasn't going to be
any accusations or a series of questions.

"I'll do what I can," I replied.

"Would you be willing to keep Jared with you for a while?" she asked and then
paused momentarily.  "You see, my ex-in-laws contacted me a few days ago and
stated that they'd like me to bring Josh to visit them for a few day and they even
offered to give me enough money to cover the cost of making the trip.  The thing
is, they've never been especially nice to Jared, so he no longer wants to visit
them, or his father.  For that reason, I thought it might be best if he stayed with
you, so he can have some fun, rather than being hurt again."

"Of course," I quickly agreed.  "I'm sure you don't know this, but he'd mentioned
something about this to me before and said that he thought his father and
paternal grandparents liked Josh better than him, but I told him it was probably
only his imagination.  I now take it that there is more to this story than meets the
eye.  Otherwise, I'm hard pressed to understand why a father and grandparents
could act like that toward one of their own."

"You are correct," she replied.  "It's because Jared is not my ex's biological son,
and therefore not his parents' biological grandson.  Jared's father was someone I
knew before I met my ex-husband, but was no longer in the picture.  When my ex
and I got engaged, he told me that he was willing to adopt Jared after we were
married, but I think he only said this to impress me.  At the time, I thought it was
wonderful of him to do this and felt it would make us all one family.  The problem
was, as time went on he drew farther and farther away from Jared and began to
treat him differently than he did Josh.  Jared has questioned me about this many
times over the years, but even after the divorce, I still hoped this situation would
improve.  Unfortunately, it never did, and if anything, their relationship has
deteriorated even more."

"So why didn't you tell Jared the truth about his father when he asked?" I
wondered.

"I thought he was too young to understand and felt it would only wind up hurting
him even more," she confessed.

"You underestimate your son," I told her, "and I think you need to be honest with
him about this.  He's admitted to me that he has a bunch of questions that he'd
like you to answer concerning this situation and he would like to know who his
real father is."

She looked thoughtfully at me and then glanced toward the kitchen, to make sure
the boys were still working there, and then she turned back in my direction.

"Do you think I should tell him tonight?" she wondered.

"I do," I admitted.  "He's been curious about this for a very long time."

"Will you help me?" she almost pleaded.  "I'm not sure if I can do this alone, but
more than that, I think Jared will accept this news better and not react as badly if
you're here for him when he learns the truth."

"Whatever you think is best," I agreed.  "I'll do anything, as long as it's in Jared's
best interest."

She smiled at my answer.

"Somehow I knew you'd say that," she explained.  "We're going to be leaving on
Friday and won't be back until a week from Sunday.  I'm going to drop Josh off
with his grandparents for a few days, and then I'm going to visit some friends.
Jared doesn't know any of these people, and I think he'd be very bored where I'm
going.  So, are you still sure that you're willing to let him stay with you for that
long?"

"Of course I am," I confirmed.

"Oh, thank you," she gushed. "Will you need anything from me?"

"I'm happy to do this, but it would probably be helpful if you left a note authorizing
me to act as his guardian, in case of an accident," I agreed.  "Otherwise, Jared
and I will be fine, if that's what he wants to do."

"I'm almost positive it will be," she added, while giving me a wink.  "He thinks the
world of you and I believe he looks at you as if you're his father now anyway."

"Possibly, but I do have one other stipulation," I mentioned, and she looked at me
suspiciously.  "Since you will be gone this Sunday, then you will have to allow me
to take the three of you out to dinner after you get back, the following Sunday."

She smiled and nodded her head, relieved that my stipulation hadn't been more
serious than that.  A few minutes later, the boys came in from the kitchen,
because they had just finished doing their chores.  As they sat down to join us,
their mother began to speak.

"Boys, I have something I need to explain to you," she began.  "Your
grandparents called to make some inquiries..."

"Not about me, I'll bet," Jared interrupted, while making a face in the process.

His mother looked crushed, because she knew how much this bothered him, so
now she did her best to alleviate his pain.

"Jared, maybe I should explain something to you first..." she began, but Jared
cut her off again.

"They aren't really my grandparents and he isn't my real father.  Am I right?" he
interrupted.

Sherry looked as if she'd swallowed hard after hearing her son say this, and I
could see this was apparently very difficult for her to deal with.  With only this
slight hesitation though, she gathered her composure once again and spoke.

"You're only partially correct.  He's not your biological father, so they're not your
biological grandparents either, but he did adopt you when you were very young,"
she explained.  "He did that shortly after we got married and before I had Josh,
so that means he is legally your father and they are also legally your
grandparents.  You just aren't related by blood."

This news didn't seem to come as a surprise to him.

"See, I told you," he screamed, while looking directly at me.  "It wasn't all in my
head after all and I wasn't just imagining it.  I knew he didn't love me and neither
did my grandparents.  They only loved Josh."

His mother was almost in tears now, because she could feel her son's pain.  In
order to calm Jared down, I grabbed his wrist, pulled him onto my lap and then
wrapped by arms around his chest, so I could envelope him in a bear hug.  I
could feel him begin to relax almost immediately.

"I think he loved you at first, but that seemed to change after Josh was born," his
mother added, after a slight pause.  "It seemed that once he had a biological son,
he was no longer able to cope with his feelings about not having a hereditary
connection to you.  He had this thing about being blood related and could never
get past it.  I think he got that idea from his parents, and they might have even
aggravated the situation.  That's why they've acted the same way toward you.
I'm sorry that they didn't treat you better, dear, but I did what I could to help
soften how it made you feel."

I could tell they were both crying now, because I could see Sherry's tears rolling
down her cheek, while at the same time feeling Jared's teardrops falling upon my
arms.  I was glad to see that they were beginning to release their pent up pain
about this, while at the same time not totally losing emotional control.  Josh was
looking upset too, but not to the same extent, and then his mother continued
telling the boys about the phone call.

"Anyway, your grandparents want me to bring you to visit them," she stated while
looking at Josh, "and I thought I'd use the time to visit some of my old friends in
the area, while you were with them."

Now, she turned toward Jared again and spoke to him.

"I knew you'd probably be bored, if you went with me to visit my friends, since
you don't know any of those people, so that's why I asked Bob here tonight, to
see if he would let you stay with him while Josh and I were gone.  Would that be
ok with you?"

Upon hearing this news, Jared suddenly perked up and looked at his mother,
before he spun around on my lap and stared at me.

"Yeah, that's more than alright," he beamed.  "Bob's been more like a dad to me
than that other guy anyway."

Sherry looked at Jared strangely after he'd said this, since he had basically
called his father 'the other guy,' but I knew she was also thinking that Jared had
just confirmed what she'd told me earlier.  Suddenly, I think everything clicked
into place for her.

"Does this mean that Jared isn't my brother any more?" Josh asked, a few
seconds later.

"Jared is still your brother, because I gave birth to both of you," his mother told
him.  "Technically, you're only half-brothers though, because you have different
fathers."

"Then who is my father?" Jared wanted to know.

"Jared, I don't think we should go into that right now and we can discuss it in
private, after Bob leaves and Josh goes to bed," she advised him.  "At that time,
we'll sit down and discuss this in more detail, and that's when I'll tell you about
your biological father."

Jared agreed and went over to give his mother a hug.  Then, he sat down beside
her, as she explained to both boys about the trip and about how long they'd be
gone.  Jared gave me an evil little grin when he discovered he'd be with me for
over a week, so now I began to worry about what I might have gotten myself into.

After those issues had been cleared up, I thanked Sherry for the wonderful meal
and interesting evening, but then mentioned that she needed to be alone with her
sons now.  Before I left, however, she gave me a weak smile and thanked me for
agreeing to take care of her son for her, and then Jared rushed over and gave
me a huge hug and kissed me on the cheek, right in front of his mother.  This
actually surprised me, so I glanced quickly in her direction to see her reaction
and was happy to notice that she was grinning from ear-to-ear.  I think this was
probably because she was feeling pretty good that Jared now had a father figure
and a male role model, especially after all he'd gone through and what he'd just
been told this evening.

I then went outside, got in the Tahoe and drove home.  During the short ride, all I
could think about was how I hoped Jared would react, once his mother divulged
this information to him.  I prayed that he would finally be at peace with this issue,
but I also had a hunch that he'd come down tomorrow and explain everything to
me, so I hoped she'd be able to answer all of his questions to his satisfaction.  I
didn't want to be dealing with a hostile kid when he showed up at my door and
preferred instead to reassure him, once he had all of the facts.  My head was
spinning, as I considered what new problems might evolve from this revelation
and what I might have to do to help Jared deal with the news he was about to
learn, but hopefully it will be mostly just helping him understand why his dad was
never there for him.

While lying in bed later, my thoughts suddenly focused on another matter and I
began to wonder what those nine days with Jared were going to be like, because
I had a feeling that he was going to try to push the boundaries while he was here.
I was fairly certain that we'd have a good time, but I just wondered how much
pressure he was going to put on me to accede to his demands, since no one else
would be here to interfere or prevent such things from happening.  After all, we
were going to be alone, 24-hours a day, so what would prevent him from trying
something?

Shortly after he'd arrived on Wednesday morning, Jared shared with me the
information his mother had given him.  She began by explaining that she had
been engaged to Jared's father and they were planning to get married, so he was
working two jobs at the time, in an attempt to save up to buy her an engagement
ring and pay for a nice wedding and honeymoon.  However, before any of that
happened, Jared's father fell asleep behind the wheel one night, after working
almost 16-hours between his two jobs, and was killed in the ensuing crash.

After hearing this, I asked Jared how he felt about that information and he told
me he was sad that his father had died, but at least he now knew that his dad
hadn't just decided to leave his mom and him.  He then said that his mother told
him she hadn't realized she was pregnant until about a month after his father was
killed, so his dad never even knew he was going to be a father.  His mother then
explained that she met Josh's father when Jared was three and they got married
a year later.  He adopted Jared shortly after that and she said he was really great
with him, up until a little while after Josh was born.  Then things began to change
and eventually began to disintegrate.

Once he had cleared that up for me, Jared was as good as gold for the rest of
the day and didn't try anything that I found objectionable, which made me wonder
what he had up his sleeve for when we were alone.  I was a nervous wreck as
the day approached for his mother and brother to leave, but Jared was as giddy
as a schoolgirl.  He was looking at this as a great opportunity and planned to
have a fantastic time, but I was looking at it as one gigantic temptation.  Lord,
give me strength.

Jared actually brought his things down on Thursday afternoon and was going to
spend the night with me, because his mother and brother were leaving very early
the following morning.   When Jared came down to my place after lunch, his bike
was laden with his things, and when I realized how he'd done this, I was
surprised that he'd made it the entire way without having an accident.  That's
because he had been wearing a backpack and had canvas duffels on each
handlebar, which I suspected must have had some effect on how the bike
handled.

As soon as he navigated into my driveway, Jared hopped off his bike and then
came bursting through my door, wearing his backpack and carrying the satchels,
one in each hand.  He didn't even bother to knock or ring the doorbell first, so I
could come and help, and merely dropped everything just inside the door, before
he came rushing over to me.  He was absolutely glowing.

"I'm here, Dad, and we're going to have a great time together," he announced,
and it was obvious that he was very excited.

"I'm sure we will, son," I agreed, although I still wasn't certain as to what I was in
for.

I then told him to take his things upstairs, and he could use the guest room, but
that's when I encountered the first problem.

"Can't I just sleep with you?  I promise I'll just sleep and nothing more," he
whined.  "I just want to spend this time with my dad.  Please?"

Well what was I going to do now?  He had just learned the tragic facts about his
biological father's death and was still dealing with the rejection by his adoptive
father, so I was hoping this week would help to smooth over any pain he was still
feeling.  I wanted to make this a memorable experience for him, and he did
promise to behave, didn't he?  So what was I going to say?

"If you're sure you can keep that promise, then ok," I agreed.  "But if you break it,
then I'll ship you right across the hall... immediately, and you'll stay in the guest
bedroom every night until your mother and brother get back."

"Ok, I promise," he confirmed, and then he leaped up and wrapped his arms
around my neck, as he gave me a hug.

I could see how important this was to him, and since I had already decided that
while he was here I'd make him feel as if he were spending the time with the
father he never knew, then what the hell!

"Put your things in my room and you can stay in there with me, as long as you
behave," I conceded, "but if your mother asks, you stayed in the guest room
across the hall."

As soon as I told him he could put his things in my room, he began dancing
around, and then when I finished, he threw his arms around my chest and
hugged me again, like I had never been hugged before.

"Hey, kiddo.  Take it easy," I warned, playfully.  "Are you trying to crush my ribs
or snap me in two?"

"No, I'm just so happy about spending time with my dad, that's all," he replied,
while flashing me a sly grin.

He was acting more like a boy of nine or ten at this moment, rather than a young
man who was nearly fifteen.

"Well, kiddo.  What would you like to do first?" I asked, in an effort to give him a
choice.

"I dunno.  What do you want to do?" he echoed, throwing the ball back into my
half of the court.

"Hey, it's up to you.  You're the guest here," I offered.

His expression changed after I'd said this.

"I'm not a guest," he replied, defiantly, "I'm your son, so I belong here too."

He then took a defiant pose after making this comment, as if he was daring me to
challenge his assessment.

"Oops, sorry, kiddo," I apologized.

"That's ok," he offered, while giving me a weak smile of reassurance.

We eventually did many things that first day, beginning with a quick swim, and
then I took Jared out for a ride.  We drove around the countryside and just took in
the scenery, but we also stopped to investigate anything interesting we passed
along the way.  We even stopped at a restaurant to eat, which was basically
another treat for Jared, because he viewed it as a private meal with his dad.
Although I had taken him out before, to T.G.I. Fridays, he acted as if this outing
was even more special and tried to absorb as much as he could while we were
there.  You'd think I'd taken him to a five-star establishment, the way he was
acting, but it gave me a great deal of joy just to realize that I had played even a
small role in his immense pleasure.

After we left the restaurant, I decided to take him to a movie, so we headed over
to one of those cinema complexes where Jared would have a choice as to what
he wanted to see.  He chose the 'Hunger Games," which was based on another
book series, so I thought about buying those books for him, possibly for his
birthday.  It was quite an intense movie and had a rather bizarre theme, about
kids killing each other as part of a contest, but I was having fun merely watching
Jared enjoy himself.  When the movie ended, we stopped for some ice cream to
top off the evening.  As we pulled into my driveway afterward, he turned to me
and spoke.

"Wow, that was a really great day, Dad.  Thank you for everything."

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," I told him.  "Now start thinking about what you
might want to do tomorrow."

"I don't care.  I'll do anything, as long as it's with you," he quickly informed me,
and then he flashed me another grin after saying that.

"Ok, but why don't you go up and shower now, before we turn in for the night," I
suggested.

"Would you give me a bath instead?" he asked.  "I don't remember my dad ever
doing anything like that for me and I'd like to know what it's like.  I think it would
be nice to have a father care about me enough to do that and it would really
make me feel loved."

After saying this, he gave me that sad, pleading look of his, the one I was so
familiar with.  He had a habit of using it whenever he was trying to get his way.

"Jared, although I understand why you'd feel this way, I don't think that would be
such a good idea," I replied.

"Why not?  You told me before that you wouldn't mind helping me wash up, like
when you cleaned me up after I showed you I could shoot that stuff out of my
dick," he stated, while looking hopeful.  "So won't you do it for me tonight?"

He was using my own words against me now, so I knew I had to prove that I'd
meant what I'd said before.  I remembered assuring him that I didn't mind
touching his body in a situation such as that, as long as it wasn't sexual.  I just
wondered if he'd be able to control himself.

"Ok, but I'm just going to bathe you, nothing more," I agreed.

He nodded his confirmation, so we went upstairs.  I drew the bath water and
Jared got in the tub, but then he just sat there and waited for me to wash him.  I
was still somewhat dubious about doing this, so I hesitated for a moment, before
I grabbed the washcloth, wet it down, applied the soap and then began to wash
his face.  Jared continued to merely sit passively in the tub, like a child of four or
five that was letting his parent take care of him.  After I washed his face, I
washed his arms and then his chest and back.  I was just getting ready to wash
his legs, when Jared suddenly stood up in the tub.

"Here, this will make it easier for you," he stated, as he stood in front of me.

He was actually correct in his assumption, because it did make it easier to wash
his legs, but it also put his delightful package right in front of my face.  There
were some soapsuds still clinging to his genitals, which only made them look
even more adorable, so I had a tough time keeping my eyes off of his goodies.
Somehow, I managed to finish washing his legs, without going further, and then I
put the washcloth down and told him he could rinse his legs off now and get out
of the tub, if that's what he wanted.

"But you didn't wash all of me yet," he protested.

"I did everything I'm going to do," I replied, while shooting him a glare.

"Ah, come on, Dad.  You have to wash the rest of me," he urged, as he gave me
that pathetic look again.

"Jared, I think you're pushing it," I pointed out, although he didn't quite agree.

"No, I'm not and you promised," he countered, as his lower lip began to jut out
and tremble slightly.

"I promised I'd give you a bath and that was all," I explained, while reminding him
about our earlier agreement.

"Yes, but you didn't wash the best parts," he objected.  "Didn't you say you didn't
mind touching me there, as long as it wasn't for sex reasons?"

"Yes, but..." he cut me off.

"Then prove it, or were those just words that you told me to make me feel
better?" he wanted to know.  "Did you really mean them or not?"

I thought carefully about this, before I responded.

"Ok," I relented, "but you'd better behave,"

"I will," he replied, unable to hide delight.

He now had a huge grin on his face, as I soaped up the washcloth again, and
began to wash his butt.  I even slid the rag down his crack and made sure that
was cleaned too, and Jared happily spread his legs for me, so I'd have better
access.  I was very careful as I did this, so he wouldn't think I was trying to
penetrate him, but I think he was hoping I might.  Then, I moved around to his
front and lathered up his grape-size testicles, before I began to clean his
adorable piece of dangling flesh.  Almost immediately, it sprang to life and stood
out from his body.

"Oops," he noted.  "I couldn't help it.  It just did that on its own."

"That's ok.  I understand," I comforted him.  "I know how things like that can
happen, but it doesn't change our bargain."

I finished washing his penis, and I must admit that its sudden firmness made the
task slightly easier.  Once I was done, I looked up at him and spoke.

"Ok, you can rinse everything off now," I urged.

Unfortunately, Jared didn't move and remained in the same position, just staring
at me.

"What's wrong?" I wanted to know.

"I think I need to take care of this first," he told me, pointing at his erection.

"Ok, go ahead," I agreed.  "I'll meet you back downstairs."

"Wait," he shouted, which stopped me in mid turn.  "Seeing you helped it to get
this way, don't you think you should help me get rid of it too?"

There was that damn pleading look of his again, but I just gave him one of my
sternest scowls in return.

"Aw, come on, Dad," he pleaded.  "You touched it to wash it, so can't you just
touch it again and help me out?"

God, he looked so damned cute, so vulnerable and so utterly pathetic at this
point, and seeing him like this caused me to secretly consider his request.  I'm
not sure how I had let it get to this point, but he'd managed to entice me to let
down my guard and now I was actually considering his proposal.  Since I was
fairly certain that I'd be able to trust him not to say anything if I did this for him, I
was giving his suggestion more consideration than I thought I ever would or even
should.

"Please," he pleaded again.  "Pretty, pretty please, Daddy."

Damn, how could I refuse my little angel, especially since I wanted to do this as
much as he wanted me to.  I guess he'd gotten me to lower my protective shields
nearly all the way now and my resolve had been slowly melting away, until I
finally realized that I was going to give in and do it.

"Ok, but just this once," I relented, "so don't get any other ideas that I'll be willing
to do this again or anything else afterward."

He quickly flashed me that huge grin of his, as I reached out and wrapped my
hand around his stiff shaft.  Jared let out a sigh as my fingers closed around his
firm, yet pliant, member and when I began to slide my hand up and down its
length, it elicited a few grunts of appreciation.  I knew I shouldn't be doing this,
but we were both enjoying it far too much for me to stop.  Besides, I was so taken
with this kid that I wasn't certain if I COULD stop now, even if I actually wanted
to.

My hand slowly began to pick up speed until it was flying back and forth over the
surface of Jared's slender tool, and he began making all kinds of little noises at
this point.  In fact, it almost sounded as if he were purring.  I reached my other
arm around his waist and slipped that hand in front of him, so I could gently
massage his testicles and he instinctively spread his legs and gave me better
access to them.  He was beginning to grunt more frequently and slightly louder
now, so I was convinced this wasn't going to take very long.

A short time later, I felt his body stiffen and saw him arch his back slightly, just
before thin jets of watery liquid shot from the tip of his dick.  He was panting and
his body began to tremble, as his precious fluid flew through the air and landed in
the tub.  As soon as the final dribbles escaped that tiny opening and he'd finished
ejaculating, he nearly collapsed.  I was glad that I had my arm around his waist at
this point, because I was able to prevent him from tumbling into the tub and
possibly injuring himself.  I used that arm to hold him up, and then I guided him
into a sitting position is the water again, so he could not only rinse off his body,
but it would also give him a chance to recuperate from his orgasm.  When he
eventually opened his eyes, a few seconds later, he gave me a weak smile and
began to speak.

"Damn, that was even better than I'd hoped," he admitted.  "It was freakin'
incredible, because it's never felt that good when I do it to myself.  That was
really cool.  Thanks, Dad."

I just smiled at him, pleased that he had enjoyed it so much.

"I know how you feel, kiddo," I confessed.  "It always seems to feel better with a
partner helping you, doesn't it?"

"It sure does and I can't wait to try other stuff now," he added.

I merely flashed him my sternest look again, to let him know that he was once
more crossing that imaginary line.

"Don't start planning on us doing anything more than this," I warned him.  "I gave
in to you this once and did something I promised I'd never do.  I probably
shouldn't have even done this with you now, but since I did, it doesn't mean that
I'll do whatever you want from now on."

Jared merely looked at me and grinned, but he didn't say a word.  Instead, he
gave me a look that seemed to say, 'We'll see.'  I knew this might become a
problem now, since I had let my guard drop this once, but I figured I'd address
this issue with him again later, maybe tomorrow, when we were both fresh and
he wasn't so giddy from what had just happened.

I told Jared to finish up and then he hopped into bed, while I was taking my
shower.  As I went into the master bath and began to lather up, I continually
thought about Jared and wondered what he might try next.  I had almost decided
to relieve myself while I was in there, but then I concluded that it would take too
long and Jared might come in to check on me and see what I was up to.  Instead,
I turned down the hot water and let the cold shock that followed take care of the
problem for me.  Then, I hurriedly cleaned up, dried off and went out to get into
bed.  Jared was already under the sheets when I got there, so he just smiled at
me as I walked into the room.  He never took his eyes off of me, as I changed
into a fresh pair of boxer-briefs, before I went over to turn off the light and then
jump into bed, next to him.

At first Jared didn't make a move and just lay there in the dark, like he was
settling in for the night.  However, after a few minutes, he began to sidle over
toward me, so he could cuddle up against my side.

"Jared, aren't you wearing anything?" I asked, when I felt his penis brush against
my leg.

"No, but I didn't think you'd mind now," he replied.

"Jared, just because I helped you out in the bathroom doesn't mean that I'm
going to let everything slide now," I explained.  "I want you to hop out of bed and
throw on a pair of briefs, or you can sleep in the other room tonight."

After I'd said this, I leaned over and turned on the lamp on my side of the bed,
only to turn back and see Jared pouting, since he was unhappy with my
ultimatum.  Reluctantly, he slid out from under the sheet, slipped on a pair of
briefs and then got back into bed beside me, but he didn't automatically move
over against me again.  Instead, he stayed on his side of the bed and I stayed on
mine, until we fell asleep.

About halfway through the evening I awoke to use the toilet and discovered that
Jared's body was pressed tightly against mine.  One of his arms was draped
across my abdomen, and one of his legs was thrown over my leg that was
closest to him, but he was sound asleep.  Carefully, I removed those two
appendages from off of my body and then I slipped away to use the toilet.  When
I got back to the bedroom, I carefully slid into bed again, so as not to wake Jared,
and then I prepared to go back to sleep.  Before I did, however, I thought how
nice it felt to have him so close to me and how wonderful it was to not have to
sleep alone.  I then rolled onto my side and got into my favorite sleeping position,
before I dozed off.


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