Date: Fri, 15 Feb 2013 00:19:14 -0500 (EST) From: ErastesTouch@aol.com Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 3 Different Points of View - by Erastes Copyright 2012 by Erastes Chapter 3 – The Dilemma. The following day, I decided I would have to set some new ground rules with Jared when he showed up at my house again, especially if I hoped to prevent anything inappropriate from happening. I wasn't sure how I was going to approach this topic with him, but I knew it had to be done. When he rang the doorbell, I invited him in and led him into the living room, where we sat down. I then swallowed hard and wet my lips, before I began to speak. "Jared, I think in order to prevent any more compromising situations from happening, I'm going to suggest that you bring a couple changes of clothes down that you can leave here. It should be something that you still fit into but won't miss at home if it isn't there, and if you don't have any extra clothes that you can leave here, then I'll write down your sizes and buy you a few things the next time I go shopping. That way, if you get wet, dirty or all hot and sweaty again, then you'll have something else that you can put on, so you won't have to run around the house naked. You can keep them in the guest bedroom upstairs, so that way there will be no excuse for you to come downstairs without having something on." The expression on Jared's face told me that his feelings had been hurt as I explained this to him, since I think he felt this meant I didn't care for him. He might have also thought I was upset about the things he'd done, so I began to feel like a bastard for even bringing it up, but it was something that needed to be done. I knew he was showing his body off because he thought it would please me, but it was just bringing me closer to crossing over my own moral boundaries. As I studied his reaction, he let his head drop forward, so he was looking down at the floor, but I thought I could also occasionally see a tear fall toward the carpet, so I lifted his chin, so we could look at each other. As I began to bring his head up, he decided to speak to me. "Don't you like me any more?" he wanted to know, in between sobs. "I most certainly do like you, but that's the problem," I confessed. "I like you so much that I'm beginning to think about doing certain things with you, but they're not the sort of things that I should be allowing to creep into my mind." "Tell me what they are and maybe we can do them," he offered, as his face began to brighten and his eyes pleaded with me. "No, Jared. That's the problem," I admitted. "I shouldn't be thinking about doing those things with you, even if you wanted me to. You're not old enough to get involved in certain types of activities and I could get in big trouble if I ever did them with you." "Says who?" he challenged, defiantly. "The law, that's who," I answered. "You haven't reached the age of consent yet, so even if you did agree to do things like that with me, then the law would say I forced or conned you into doing them." "That's not right and it's not fair," he shot back. "Maybe it's not the way you might have wanted, but that's the way it works. The laws were made to protect kids like you and it's also the reason why I have to be so careful," I added. He studied my face for a few seconds and it seemed as if he was trying to read my thoughts, but he obviously didn't find the answer he was looking for. After nearly a minute of doing this, he finally released a sigh, but then he began to cry. The poor kid wasn't just letting out a few tears either. He was sobbing and his chest was heaving, so it was breaking my heart to see him like this. Instinctively, I reached out and tried to comfort him, by pulling his head against my chest and wrapping my arms around him. I'm not sure if it comforted him at all, but it did give me an immediate erection, which was exactly what I didn't want to happen. Jared must have noticed my little problem, even through all those tears, and he reached out and began to run his hand across it. At first I just enjoyed his gentle touch, as it didn't really register in my brain what he was doing, but when it finally clicked in as to what was happening, I pulled away from him and put some distance between our bodies. "Bob, what's wrong? I thought you would like that," he cooed. "Believe me, I did like it, but that's exactly what I was talking about," I confessed. "It's not something we should be doing." "Why not?" he demanded. "If I want to do it and we're both enjoying it, then why can't we just keep going?" "Jared, I just finished explaining this to you," I answered. "It's against the law, that's why. I could end up in jail or prison, if anyone happened to find out about what just happened." "But that shouldn't matter," he countered, "because there is no way anyone else can ever find out about anything we do. I won't tell them, and I know you won't say anything, so how else could they know what we are doing?" "Someone could accidentally see us doing something like that, since I have lots of different things delivered to the house, or you might even talk in your sleep. There's also a chance that someone could overhear a comment you make to me about doing something sexual or someone could find a note or a poem you've written down about something we'd done, even if you didn't intend for anyone else to see it. There are just a multitude of ways we could get discovered and then we would both end up with the short straw." "This sucks. It really does," he spat out. "I finally find someone I really like and it's someone I think really likes me too, but I can't do anything with him." "Well, at least not until you're a little older," I suggested. My comment caused Jared to shoot me a disgusted look. "Bob, did you ever mess around with another boy when you were younger?" he asked. I thought for a minute before I answered, because I wasn't sure how truthful I should be with him. Finally, I decided I shouldn't try to hide my past from him, so I responded. "Yes, I did and I think many boys have done those same types of things, whether they were gay or straight," I answered. "Being a teenager and going through puberty is a time when kids of both sexes experiment and learn about their bodies. I believe it's something most people do when they're that age, but the difference is, I'm not that age any longer." "Well, I am, so I need to experiment and learn, but I want to do it with you," he answered. "Yes, I can see where you might have a desire to experiment," I agreed, "but you need to do it with someone from your own age group, or at least someone close to your age, but not with someone as old as me." When I finished speaking, Jared gave me another one of his looks, but this one was a mixture of confusion and desire. "I've tried that, but I haven't found any other boys my age who want to mess around like that," he confided. "When I suggested it to someone before, he asked me if I was a fag or something, so I told him I was only joking and then let it drop. I don't need for the other guys in my class to start saying things like that about me at school or I'll probably end up without any friends at all. That's why it would be better if I did it with you. That way I'd be safe from having the other guys find out about me, because if they did, they'd make me suffer, big time." I didn't know how to answer him, because I understood how cruel the other kids could be. I just knew that I couldn't be of any help to him either, at least until he was a little older. We sat in silence for the next several minutes and merely looked at each other, but that was only helping to make us both uneasy. Since I realized I couldn't let this continue, I asked Jared a question. "So, do you think you're gay?" I pressed. He looked up at me and then slowly began to nod his head. "I'm pretty sure I am, because all I ever think about are other guys," he admitted, "but it's not just the ones who are my age either. I've been thinking about you almost every minute since we first met, because you are everything I've ever wanted. You could be a lot of different things for me – a father, a lover and a friend, all rolled into one." I was touched by his comment, but I knew I couldn't let him weaken my resolve. "Jared, I can be two of those things for you," I eventually replied. "If you want me to be a father figure, I will, and I can definitely be your friend. I will do either of those things for you, but I just can't fill that last role, at least just not yet." Jared was half smiling at this point, but the tears were still streaming down his cheeks. I reached out and held his face with both of my hands, so I could look into his eyes. I needed him to know that I was being honest about this. "Bob, I love you so much and I'd like you to be my father and a friend," he replied, "but I don't know if I can stop wanting you to be more than that." "Well, we'll both have to work at controlling our desires then, won't we?" I responded. As soon as I said this, he took a step closer to me, threw his arms around my neck and squeezed tightly. I gave in and did the same to him, since I knew what he was feeling, because I was experiencing the same feelings for him as well. The difference was, I realized that I didn't dare act on them. As our bodies rubbed against each other, we both sprouted wood, which caused us to look at each other and begin to giggle about it. We had an understanding between us now, although we still had to make sure that we didn't break that pledge. Jared and I now went over and sat down on the sofa, so we could discuss how we would handle things from this moment on. He liked the idea that I would be like a father to him and agreed to bring some clothes down and leave them here. I also told him that I'd buy him a few extra items as well, so he'd have clothes that would be appropriate for the types of things we might do. He seemed to like this idea as well, because it showed I still cared about him. It also meant that I would have to make a list of items I thought he would need and write down his sizes, before I went shopping again. At this point, however, he decided that he also had a question for me. "Bob, I know this is going to sound like something a little kid would ask, but as long as I'm pretending that you're my father, can I call you Dad too?" he almost pleaded. "It's really important to me to be able to do it, so can I? Please? Pretty please?" He now had that pathetic, pleading look he'd given me before, whenever he wanted me to let him do something he thought I might not agree with. When I didn't answer him right away, he continued. "I've always wondered what it would be like to have a Dad who actually wanted me around and did things with me, like we've been doing," he explained. "You won't need to do anything different or anything special, so will you please let me call you Dad?" After saying this, he gave me another pathetic, pleading look, but I had already decided to agree to his request, as long as he realized he couldn't do it all the time, especially in front of others. I certainly didn't want this to get back to his mother and possibly upset her. "Jared, I don't mind if you call me Dad when it's just the two of us here," I confirmed, "but I don't think it is something you should do at other times. I'm fairly certain that your mother or brother wouldn't appreciate hearing you call me that, and other people might infer that it means we are doing more than just pretending to be father and son." "Like what?" he asked, looking puzzled. "Like the other things you've been trying to get me to do," I answered. "Older and younger men sometimes do sexual things with each other while pretending they're father and son." Suddenly, there was a glimmer of understanding in his eyes, so he flashed me a sly little grin. "Well, we could do those things too," he suggested. "Jared, we've already been down this road and I thought we had reached an agreement," I reminded him. "If you're going to continue to insist on doing things like that, then I'll have to reconsider my answer." "I know I agreed," he replied, "but you can't blame me for trying, can you?" "Well, maybe not this time," I conceded, "but I don't want you to keep bringing it up. As far as I'm concerned, it's an issue we've discussed and one that we've reached an agreement on, so I do not want to argue this point further. Ok?" "I suppose so, as long as you know I'd still like to do those things with you," he added, before dropping the subject. "I don't think I could ever forget that," I teased, as I made a face at him. Seeing me make the face caused him to burst out laughing, especially after he realized he hadn't been very subtle in his efforts to seduce me. Now that we had an agreement and I felt he'd uphold his end of the bargain, at least for the time being, I thought it was safe to relax around him again. We didn't do much work that afternoon, but we did enjoy each other's company, now that Jared's little games had come to an end. During this time, he told me more about his family and his life before I met him, as well as sharing some more information about his school. Then, he wanted me to tell him some more information about my life and what it was like for me when I was growing up. As lunchtime approached, I told him I'd fix us both something to eat, but he asked me if he could run home for a few minutes first, while I was doing that. I told him that would be fine, so he raced about halfway down my driveway, hopped on his bike and began to pedal home. I assumed he went home because he had something he needed to do, like fix his brother's lunch, do one of his chores or possibly his mother had told him she'd call him about this time. Whatever the reason he had decided to go home, it really didn't matter, so I continued to fix our lunch and then waited for him to return. When he came back, he was carrying a paper bag, which he tossed to me as he entered the front door. I looked at him oddly, since I was confused as to why he had done this, but he merely told me to open it. I did, although a bit tentatively, and when I looked inside, there were a pair of his shorts, a pair of his underwear and the extra-small swimsuit he had on the other day, when we were working on the pool. "Those are the extra things you told me you wanted to keep here," he advised me. "Are those ok?" "They're fine, but we need to sit down and eat now, and then I'll show you where you can keep them," I advised him. "Will that be ok with you?" He smiled at me before he answered. "Yeah, that would be great," he agreed. After we finished eating our lunch, I took him upstairs to the guest bedroom and cleared out a drawer in the dresser, so he could keep his extra clothes in it. He had a look of satisfaction and triumph on his face as he placed those items in there, which I interpreted as meaning that he thought he belonged here now. After we went back downstairs, we just watched some TV for the next hour or so, with Jared cuddled up against my side. I know I said I couldn't allow this to happen, but that was before we had reached our little agreement. Even if I got excited now, it was less likely that he would attempt to act on it, but I would also try to control my urges. Seeing that was behind us, I felt it was worth the risk to do this, so I could show the poor kid some fatherly affection, since I realized it was something he desperately longed for. Besides, I thought I was going to enjoy it too, now that I wasn't so worried about screwing up. Jared loved this new closeness we now shared, so he just sort of melted against the side of my body. I lifted my arm and draped it over his shoulder, which caused him to look in my direction and smile, as this all-consuming glow seemed to radiate from his face. It was such a lovely sight to behold, but it also made me feel good to think that I had been the one who had caused this wonderful expression to suddenly appear. We continued to watch this program, but when a commercial came on, Jared turned to ask me a question. "Dad, would you mind if I go get a soda? I'm kind of thirsty," he explained. After saying this, he looked at my face, as if he were trying to gage my reaction to him calling me 'Dad' for the very first time. I thought I'd surprise him and possibly even get him to relax a bit with my answer. "No, Son, I wouldn't mind at all," I told him. "In fact, would you bring one back for me too?" Without warning, Jared jumped up, straddled my lap and threw his arms around my neck, so he could plant a very big kiss on my lips. It was a fatherly kiss, and not the open-mouth kiss of a lover, so I realized that he meant it to be a son kissing his dad. It was just his spontaneous response to me calling him 'son' in return, and he obviously couldn't contain himself and got a little carried away. It was kind of a neat thing to experience though, but it also made me feel really good that my saying that had turned out to be so special for him. "Oh, Dad, it was so nice to hear you say that to me," he finally admitted, once our lips broke contact. "You don't know how much it means to me to hear you call me 'son.' Thank you. Thank you so very much!" He was almost hopping up and down on my lap now, because he was so excited, but I eventually got him to settle down. Once he had regained a modicum of self- control again, I sent him off to get the drinks. As he was walking out to the kitchen, I called out to him again. "The glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the sink and there's ice in the freezer, if you want either or both of those things, Son." When he turned around this time, he was sporting the broadest grin I think I had ever seen from him. That smile was nearly splitting his face in two and extended from ear to ear, but it was also nearly as radiant as the sun. "Do you want a glass with ice in it, Dad," he asked in response. "No, Son, the can will be fine for me," I answered. Before long, he came back carrying two cans of soda, one for each of us. He squeezed in beside me again, still sporting that huge grin, and we finished watching our program, while sipping our drinks. When the show ended, it was nearly dinnertime, so I suggested he'd better head home. He agreed to do that, although somewhat reluctantly, because it almost appeared as if he didn't seem to want to leave me now. I watched as he pedaled away, so I saw when he turned back and waved at me. He ended up doing this several times before he disappeared from sight, so I imagined I'd see him back at my door again later, just as soon as his mother left for work. Almost as if right on cue, about an hour later I heard my front door open and a voice shout out. "Dad, I'm home," Jared announced, followed by a little giggle. "Damn, that felt good." I ran to greet him, not only because I was anxious to see him again, but I also knew it would make him happy. It certainly did and he lit up like a supernova when he saw me hurrying in his direction. I scooped him up in my arms, lifted him off the floor and swung him in a circle, as my way of welcoming him back. "Damn, I missed you, Son," I told him. "Why? I've only been gone for about an hour," he replied, while looking puzzled. "It's because I miss you sooooo much, even when you're only gone for a minute," I answered. Suddenly, his confused expression began to disappear, as a light went on in his head. He then started to hop around a bit, sort of like he was doing some weird and crazy dance. "Do you have ants in your pants?" I asked, mocking his humorous antics. "No, it's just that you make me feel so good every time we're together," he confirmed. "I feel so special when I'm around you and I don't ever want that to stop." "Well, you are special, whether you're around me or not," I stated. "You know what I mean," he replied, while giving me that 'don't make fun of me' look. "You make me feel like I belong here, that I'm part of your family and I'm loved. I've always wanted to feel that way and wondered what it would be like to have a father who really cared about me this much. My mother tries to do her best, and I know she loves me too, but a boy needs a dad. Women just don't understand that and can't fill the void." "I know what you mean, so you don't have to try to explain any further," I agreed. "So, what would you like to do tonight?" "I don't know," he answered. "As long as I'm with you, anything would be fine." After saying this, he smiled at me again, so I tried to think of something that might keep us occupied. "Hey, kiddo," I began, after being struck by a flash of genius. "What if I take you shopping, so we can pick up a few extra things for you to keep here? How does that sound?" "Sure, that will be fine," he concurred. "Are you sure you won't be missed?" I asked, just to be on the safe side. "I mean will anyone come looking for you and panic if you're not here when they show up?" "Nah, they won't even think about me, until I go back home later," he announced. "I can't believe that your brother spends so much time alone," I mentioned, since I knew their mother was working and Jared was always with me now. "He isn't," Jared replied. "Seeing it's summer vacation, he usually has Mom drop him off at one of his friend's house on her way to work and then that kid's parents will either bring him back later or Mom will pick him up on her way home from work." "I didn't know that," I admitted, but it did clear up another matter I had been concerned about. "Ok then, let's go hop in the Tahoe and head out for the store." Jared and I went outside, got into my SUV and I started the engine. I understood I was breaking another of my rules, which would be to avoid going anyplace where other cute boys might tempt me to try something I shouldn't, but seeing I would be with Jared, I didn't think it would be a problem. While I was with him, I wouldn't need anyone else, so I wasn't concerned about being tempted. Besides, he'd probably kill me if I came on to another kid, especially after I had turned down his advances, so I'd just have to behave myself while we were out. I pulled in to the parking lot of my favorite shopping location, the local Walmart, except I had arrived several hours earlier than I normally would have. We went inside and I led him directly to the boys department, so we could pick him up a few things for him. Seeing he was small for his age, I knew we could outfit him here, so I began walking around, to get an idea of what might be appropriate. "Look around and start selecting things you like," I suggested. "I want you to pick out a pair of jeans and a polo shirt, a pair of nice slacks and a button down shirt, and I'd also like you to get a nice pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Then we'll go back to the shoe department to get you a pair of dress shoes and a pair of sandals." "You don't have to buy so much for me," he objected. "I already brought some things down, but I can bring more, if I need to." "I just want you to have these extra items at my house, in case we decided to do something at the last minute," I announced. "The jeans and polo shirt is if we go somewhere casual, the slacks and dress shirt are if we go someplace fancier and the shorts and t-shirt are in case it's hot out. This way you won't be taking things you might need at home and won't have to continually run back and forth to change." "Are you sure you want to do all of this?" he countered. "Hey, why can't Dad buy Son a few things?" I responded. As soon as he heard me say this, the corners of his mouth began to curl up, and before long a huge grin had appeared on his face. "Ok, Dad. I can live with that," he agreed, and then he gave me a big hug. I started out by helping him pick out a couple of pairs of shorts and a couple of t- shirts to go with them, and then I selected a package of briefs, ones that I thought would look very sexy on him. I wasn't sure why I had the sudden urge to do this, because I'd only be adding fuel to the fire when I saw him wearing them, and I knew I probably would. I was fairly certain Jared would parade around in briefs whenever he could, since this wouldn't technically break our agreement and he wouldn't be naked, but I still knew this could end up tempting me to the limit. Against my better judgment, I decided to get them for him anyway. Once we had those items, I took him over to pick out a pair of jeans and a nice pair of slacks, and then we went over to choose a polo and dress shirt for him. After we had those things, I had him pick up a couple of sweat suits, for when it turned colder, but I also led him over to the swimwear table, so he could pick out a couple of swimsuits. "Why do I need these?" he asked. "I can just wear the swimsuit I brought down earlier or I can just jump in your pool without anything on, can't I?" "That swimsuit was really tight on you and I don't think it would be such a good idea for you to go skinny-dipping in my pool," I replied. "You may pick out any two different swimsuits, whatever you want, but I think you will need one and a backup, especially if we go somewhere else to swim." Grudgingly Jared gave in to my request and began to look around. He carefully checked out all the different styles and then I saw his eyes light up. "Ok, I'll take two of these," he said, while pointing at the Speedos. "Are you sure that's what you want?" I challenged. "What if we have company over or we go somewhere else to swim, like a public pool? Do you want other people to see you running around in something that skimpy?" "If I've got to wear something in your pool, then that's what I want," he responded, quite forcefully. "Is that ok?" "Hey, if you're sure that's what you want for the house, but what about if we go to a public pool? Don't you think you'll want something a bit more modest?" I urged. "Nah, these will be fine," he answered. "Ok, but you'll need to try them on first, when you try everything else on," I informed him. "You need to do this, because you can't return swimsuits later, after you buy them. It's a health issue." Jared nodded his understanding and picked out a bright red Speedo first, but then he grabbed light blue pair to go along with them. Once we had everything, I directed him toward the dressing rooms, so we could make sure everything fit. I figured he would come out and show me one item at a time, so I began looking around to pick out some socks and undershirts for him. "Hey, Dad, aren't you coming in with me?" he shouted, when he looked around and saw I wasn't with him. "Do I need to?" I responded. "Yeah, I want you to let me know if they look ok on me." "Alright, I'll be right there," I answered, as I began heading in his direction. Before I followed him inside, however, I stopped and picked up a handsome looking pair of trunks to wear in the pool, which I thought would look better on him if someone else was there with us, like possibly his brother or mother. I didn't want them to think I was making this kid run around nearly naked whenever we were together. After I'd picked that item up, I walked over and caught up with him. I think I expected him to go into the dressing room alone, try on one item at a time and then open the door for me to see him in it, but that apparently wasn't what Jared had in mind. After he went into the dressing room, he turned around and held the door open for me, but when I didn't follow, he just stood there and stared at me. "Aren't you coming in?" he asked. "No, I thought I'd wait here, and then you could show me after you changed." "Come on, Dad. Get in here," he basically ordered. "I don't want to parade around in front of everyone in the store." "You won't be, but you will be wearing them in public, if we go somewhere else," I reminded him. "Besides, I think this way will be better." "No, it won't," he challenged. "If you're not coming in, then I'm not trying them on and you won't have to buy anything for me." "Jared, you know why I shouldn't do this," I advised him, in a hushed tone. "No, I don't," he demanded. "You're my dad and dads can do this with their sons. So come on and get in here with me." He looked very determined now, yet he also appeared kind of sad. That told me this was very important to him. "Ok, this time I'll do it, but don't expect me to start giving in to you all of the time," I warned him. Jared's face lit up when he heard my answer and he stepped back a little, so I could slip past him. As I entered the dressing room, I also carried in the pair of trunks that I had picked up, so he could try those on as well. "What are those for?" he wanted to know, as soon as he spotted them in my hand. "I want you to try these on too, just in case. Ok?' I offered. "Why? Don't you like these?" he asked, while holding up the two Speedos in his hands. "I like those just fine, except I think you might need something a little more modest, just in case there are times when other people around," I answered. He thought about this for a second, before he commented about the idea. "Ok, but only when other people are there with us," he agreed. "When we're alone, I'll wear one of these." I nodded, granting him that little concession. Jared immediately began to strip completely naked and took off every item of clothing he had on. "Do you really need to take everything off?" I asked. "Besides, you need to try the swimsuits on over your underwear." "That won't let me see how they're going to look on me when I'm swimming," he objected. "I won't be able to tell anything if I'm wearing my underwear and socks. Besides, I took a shower earlier at your house, so I'm clean. Besides, I know they will fit, so I'm not worried about taking them back." I didn't want to argue this point further, so I just let him continue. He did, however, seem to spend a lot of extra time just standing naked in front of me, while he played with one of those two swimsuits. For some reason, I think he just liked me to see his sexy boy body, and man was it sexy. I popped a rod almost instantly when I saw him like this again and I know he noticed it too, because he flashed me that sly, shit-eating grin of his. I tried to pretend I was oblivious to what he was doing and adjusted myself when he wasn't looking, so my erection wouldn't be so noticeable. However, I seemed to be a losing the battle as I gazed at the sight of him. My penis kept throbbing and trying to move up in my pants, as I sat there and enjoyed the show. Jared tried on the red Speedo first, followed by the blue one, and then he asked which one I liked better, after I'd seen him in both. I told him they each looked great, but he kept insisting on knowing which one I liked best, although I wasn't sure why. Finally, I gave in and told him that it didn't matter, seeing we were going to buy both, but that's when I learned what he was really thinking. "No, we're not," he objected. "Not if you're buying me that pair of trunks you brought in here too." "Jared, it's not that big of a deal," I countered. "I'm going to buy them all for you whether you like it or not, so don't worry about it. Now, try the trunks on next. I want to see how they look on you too." Jared stripped down again, but this time he did a little thing with his hips, which made his dick bounce and flop around a bit, with his groin almost in front of my face. I knew he was doing this intentionally, so I started to move away from him and threw the trunks on the bench behind him, instead of holding them for him. That seemed to upset him, so when he turned around to pick up them up, I smacked him on his bare butt, which caused him to jump and let out a little yelp. "Hey, what did you do that for?" he wanted to know. "For being such a smart-ass, that's why," I informed him. He just shot me a sly grin in return. "What do you mean?" he countered, trying to sound innocent. "Don't play dumb with me," I told him. "What was that little hip gyration all about anyway?" Suddenly, his grin began to broaden. "I was only trying to make things a little more interesting for you," he replied. This time he had a coy expression on his face, like he couldn't understand why that might have upset me. "Well, I thought we had an understanding," I reminded him. "I thought you agreed to behave yourself while we were together?" "I am!" he insisted, while trying to look shocked that I had said this. "By shaking your thing in front of me that way?" I challenged, while pointing at his dangling penis. "Hey, it was only meant to be funny," he responded. "And that's how I meant it, when I smacked your ass," I countered, as I gave him my 'what do you think about that' look. "But that hurt a little," he muttered, but then he thought about it for a second. "Ok, I get your point and won't do it again. Sorry, Dad." When he looked over at me, he stuck out his lower lip slightly, to make himself look a bit more remorseful. "Apology accepted, Son," I concurred. "I don't want you to get the idea that I don't like looking at your body though, because it's really gorgeous and very sexy, but you know what happens when you do things like that. I just don't want to be put in the situation where I have to stop hanging around you, in order to be able to control my urges." When he heard me say this, then he began to look a little scared. "No, don't do that. I'll stop then. I promise," he agreed. "I don't want you to ever leave me or stop me from coming down. I'm sorry for doing that earlier and I won't ever do it again." I could tell he was serious this time, in fact he seemed almost panicked by the thought I might refuse to see him any longer, so I thought maybe I should try to assuage his fears, just a little. "Jared, you know how much I care about you, and you also know how much I am attracted to you," I admitted, while keeping my voice low. "I love looking at you, all of you, but the thoughts I get when I do that scare me. It's not you, it's me, but I have to deal with that and seeing you when you look so sexy, it's just more than I can handle. That's why I need you to help me. That's all. Ok, kiddo?" "Ok and I'm sorry. I really am," he confessed. "That's ok, but now try those trunks on," I reminded him. He did, and they looked adorable on him too. Over the next half hour, Jared tried everything else on as well, and after he finished, I rounded all the items up, while he got back into his old clothes, and then we left the dressing room. I placed all of the items in the shopping cart I'd dragged along with us and then I saw Jared looking up at me, to see where we were going to go next. He was like a little puppy now, as he followed me out of the boys' department and we set out for the back of the store. He still wasn't quite sure where I was heading next, but he didn't ask any questions and merely shadowed my every move. Without saying a word to him, I went over to the sporting goods area next, to where they kept the bicycle supplies. When he saw where we were, he gave me another puzzled look. "I'm going to get you a few things for your bike," I explained, "so I don't have to worry so much about you when you ride back and forth after dark." A small grin suddenly appeared on his face, as I began to look at the lights and reflectors. After a few minutes, I selected a group of items, placed them in the cart with the other things, and then I looked up at him again. "Ok, one more stop," I announced, as I led him toward the shoe department next. I then had him pick out a pair of dress shoes and a pair of sandals. I was also going to have him get a pair of running shoes, but he assured me the pair he had on were fine, so I didn't need to get him another pair. Hesitantly, I gave in this time, and then I looked at him and spoke. "Anything else you can think of?" I wanted to know. "No, nothing," he insisted. "This is way more than I need or ever expected anyway, so let's get out of here." At that point, we walked back to the front of the store and checked out. As I started to pick up the packages, I handed about half of them for him to carry and we left the store. As we were walking through the parking lot and out to the Tahoe, I heard a familiar little voice say something to me, "Thanks, Dad. You're totally awesome." If you enjoy reading these stories on Nifty, then please consider helping out. There are costs associated with maintaining a site such as this, so if you are able, please make a donation to help keep this valuable asset up and running. Thank you, Erastes and the entire Nifty staff.