Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2013 00:42:48 -0500 (EST)
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 6

Different Points of View - by Erastes
Copyright 2012 by Erastes
Chapter 6 – The Truce.

Now that we'd finished our discussion, we went upstairs to put on our
swimsuits.  I was in my room rummaging through my dresser for my trunks,
when Jared came bursting in, wearing his red Speedo.

"I'm not ready yet," I quickly advised him, "so why don't you wait for me
downstairs."

"Can't I just wait here?" he asked.

"Jared, I don't think that's such a good idea," I responded.

"Why not?" he wanted to know.  "You just said I couldn't be naked, not that
you couldn't be naked."

After saying this, he put his hands on his hips, like a parent might do
when they were exasperated and trying to make a point, while he stared at
me.  After trying to resist his effort for the next couple of minutes, I
finally gave in and began taking off my clothes.  When I did, I saw him
grin as he glanced at my cock.

Oh, I'm not huge or anything like that, but I am adequately endowed, and it
seemed to be good enough for Jared.  I had debated about turning my back to
him before I stripped down, but I decided to give him this little thrill,
since he had done the same for me on several different occasions.

"You've got a lot of hair!" he exclaimed, while checking me out more
closely.

"I guess so," I responded, "but you'll get more as you get older and manage
to navigate your way through puberty."

"What's that?" he asked.

"Puberty?" I repeated, and he nodded his head.  "That's when your body goes
through a series of changes that takes you from being a child to an adult.
You've already started that process, but there will be more to come."

"How can you tell that I've already started and what other changes are you
talking about?" he asked, while looking confused.

"First of all, I could tell when I saw your penis.  It has grown since you
began puberty and is no longer the little boy size it was when you were
younger.  You are also getting some hair down there," I added, while
referencing the few scattered hairs about his impressive piece of flesh.
"As you go further through puberty, then you also get underarm, chest and
leg hair as well, and your body will continue to grow and develop.  Those
are just some of the things that will happen as you start to become a man."

"And I can shoot that stuff out of my dick too, right?" he asked, mildly
surprising me.

"Yes, and your body begins producing semen as well," I confirmed, with a
smile.

"Want to see me do that?" he asked, hoping I would say 'yes'.  "I can do it
now, you know."

"I'm sure you can, but you don't have to prove it to me," I told him.
"I'll just take your word for that."

"Please, I want to show you," he pleaded, while studying my reaction.  "I
really want you to see I can do it and I don't mind showing you."

"No, that won't be necessary," I countered.  "I'll just finish putting my
trunks on and then we'll go swimming."

"Can I show you when we're done swimming then?" he asked, hopefully.

"No, Jared, that's ok," I told him.  "You promised that you wouldn't get
naked in front of me again, so I'll just take your word for it."

"Can't I just show you once?" he whined.  "There's no one else for me to
show that I can do this, because Josh is still too young and I can't
exactly show my mom now, can I?  Why can't I just show you?"

"Find a friend and show him," I suggested.

"And have him call me a fag and tell everyone in my class that I'm gay?
No, thank you," he replied.  "I just want to show my dad what I can do and
how I'm becoming a man."

I was touched by his sincerity and his pride over his accomplishment, but I
knew I couldn't allow this to happen.

"Let's just go swimming and then we'll talk about this again later," I
offered.

He wasn't pleased that I wouldn't let him do this now, but he wasn't
totally unhappy about my decision either.  I think he felt that since I'd
told him we'd discuss this again later that there was still hope that he
would get his way.  Actually, I was hoping he'd forget about it by the time
we were done swimming and not mention it again.  In the meantime, I would
try to think of a way to avoid him once we were out of the pool, so I
wouldn't put myself in a situation where he might remember and try to
broach the subject again.  I guess I'll just have to wait and see how my
luck holds out.

Jared and I had a great time swimming and he looked absolutely awesome in
that red Speedo.  It gave him just a hint of modesty, without totally
covering up what was underneath, because it clung to his body and outlined
his impressive asset, so there was no doubt what was hidden beneath.  I
must admit that I did pop a few boners during the course of our swim, but
whenever it happened, I would immediately either dive underwater, while
trying to think of something other than Jared, or I'd begin to swim laps,
while hoping Jared wouldn't notice my predicament.

During our time outdoors, we did many things together.  We raced, splashed
each other, floated and just horsed around in general.  We had a good time
and enjoyed spending it together like this, but when I began to tire, I
decided to get out of the pool and stretched out on one of the lounge
chairs on the deck.  This gave me a chance to catch my breath and dry off a
bit, while Jared continued to swim, like a dolphin at play.  I spent the
next few minutes just watching him frolic alone in the clear water, but
after a while he got out as well and pulled the other lounge chair over
next to mine, so he could lay beside me.

After we'd caught our breath again, we took another dip in the pool, but it
was starting to get late and the sun was beginning to slip below the
horizon.  That's when I suggested we should quit for the night, go inside
and change again.  We then picked up our towels and dried off, as we headed
indoors.  We went back to our rooms and changed into our clothes, and to my
utter delight, Jared forgot about wanting to show me that he could
masturbate and produce semen.

When we came downstairs again, we talked about how much fun we'd had and
Jared said he was anxious to come back the following day.  After I reminded
him that tomorrow was Sunday and he needed to spend the whole day with his
mother, he admitted that he'd forgotten what day of the week it was and
then stated that he'd see me Monday instead.  He also pressed to see if I
had anything else I needed to do on Monday or if I could spend most of the
day in the pool with him.  When I answered that I had nothing else planned,
he seemed delighted that we'd be able to spend most of the day in the water
together.  I didn't say anything, but I wondered if Josh would want to come
down too, if Jared happened to mention that he'd been swimming with me.

After Jared went home, I went back to work on my writing for a while before
I went up to bed.  When I finally turned in, I started to think about my
time with Jared, but that didn't last for very long, because I quickly
drifted off to sleep.  I guess the excise from swimming, which I hadn't
done in quite a while, had been enough to wear me out, so I slept like a
baby.

Sunday morning, after eating a fairly light breakfast, I sat down to write,
but I didn't get much done for the next hour, because my mind was consumed
with thoughts of Jared.  I knew I was going to miss not seeing him around
today and suddenly realized how dependent I was on having him with me.
Although I understood that he needed to spend the day with his mother, I
still missed having him here and knew that I should use my time to be
productive, since he'd be back tomorrow.  Therefore, I forced myself to
concentrate on my story again and sat down at my computer.

Shortly after noon, my phone rang.  I thought it might be Jared calling to
ask me if he could come down, or something of that nature, so I picked it
up, expecting to hear his voice.

"Hello," I answered.

"Bob, it's Dick," the caller informed me, which let me know it was my
literary agent.  "Why haven't you gotten back in touch with me?"

"I didn't know I was supposed to," I responded.

"Haven't you been reading the emails I sent you, with the feedback about
the last couple of chapters you sent me?" he followed.

"Damn, I guess not," I acknowledged, as I suddenly realized that I hadn't
checked my email in quite a while.

"Well, do it as soon as you hang up," he urged.  "I need to speak with you
about those last two chapters, so what if I call you on Tuesday, around
10:00?"

"Why don't we just do it now?" I countered.

"I've got family plans for today and you'll need some time to read my notes
first, but I don't have that much time to spare.  Just use the rest of
today to read the emails I sent you and think about how you want to
respond," he replied.  "Look over my comments on those chapters and then
I'll call you again on Tuesday, so we can discuss them in depth.  Ok?'

"Why not do it tomorrow then?" I followed.

"I have meetings all day long and won't have an opportunity to call you,"
he replied.  "Will Tuesday be all right for you?"

"Sure, that will be fine," I agreed.  "Talk to you then."

As soon as I hung up, I went back to my computer and opened my email
account, so I could read his comments.  I guess I've been so wrapped up
with spending time with Jared that I totally forgot about opening any
emails.  When I did, I found the ones from my agent, along with some
others, so I read the emails from Dick first, in the order that he'd sent
them.


Bob,

I just read the chapters you sent me and they're not up to your usual
standards.  Read my notes and then give me a call, because you need to
rework them and I have some additional ideas for you.

Dick


Then I opened the second email and read it.


Bob,

Why haven't you called?  I hope my comments didn't upset you, but this
isn't even close to what you normally send me, so is something wrong?  You
seem distracted.  Are you chasing some skirt or is there another problem?
Give me a call, because we need to discuss your last two submissions.

Dick


I downloaded the attachments and then began to read the comments he'd
attached.  I was shocked at how negative they were, even though I knew that
I'd been a little preoccupied lately and probably hadn't done my best work,
but I didn't think it was as bad as he indicated.  Damn, he was ripping
those chapters apart, but I had to agree that his criticisms were mostly
valid.  I guess I hadn't realized that I wasn't putting the same amount of
effort into my work as before and it definitely showed.  Sure, I knew that
it might not be up to my normal standards, but the way my agent was ripping
it apart made me feel like a novice writer again.  Carefully, I read over
all of his comments and then went back to rework those two chapters.

I managed to focus on them for the rest of the day and only took a couple
of short breaks, so I could have lunch and dinner.  Although my thoughts
would occasionally wander to thinking about Jared, I forced myself to put
him out of my mind, so I could concentrate on what I was doing.  I needed
the income from this story to replace all of the money I'd been spending as
of late, both to fix the pool and buying things for Jared.  Dick was right,
I obviously had been as distracted as a person in love, so I could see why
he thought I was chasing some skirt, as he'd put it.  If only he knew what
I was really chasing – or more appropriately, what was chasing me.

I continued reworking those two chapters until bedtime and was both
pleasantly surprised and satisfied when I noticed how much I had actually
accomplished.  I'd have to reread both chapters again later, to ensure they
were actually up to my usual standards, but I felt a lot better about them
now, since I'd addressed many of the issues my agent had raised.  All of
this effort had taken its toll and I was extremely tired now, so I
immediately went upstairs, completed my nightly ritual and hopped into bed.

Since I'd been so focused on my story, the dreams I had that night were
about the storyline.  During my slumber, many of the details I'd been
struggling with seemed to become much clearer and I suddenly had a much
better understanding about how I was going to proceed.  In fact, I woke up
after only three hours of sleep and went down to the computer and began
working again, so I could incorporate these ideas before I forgot about
them.

After working for a couple of hours, I went back to bed and attempted to
get some more sleep.  I managed to fall asleep for a few more hours before
the alarm went off and was surprised that I actually felt fairly refreshed
when I awoke, even though it had been an interrupted slumber.  I don't know
if my positive attitude was due to solving some of the problems with those
chapters or because I was looking forward to having my angel return, but I
was very upbeat as I got out of bed.  I figured I could spend part of the
day with Jared, but I'd have to spend most of my time working on the story,
so I'd have something positive to offer Dick when he called back.

Since I realized Jared would probably want to go swimming after he arrived,
I put on my swimsuit after I got up, rather than my normal attire.  This
way, I wouldn't have to worry about changing in front of him again, or more
importantly have him want to masturbate in front of me, and I could
continue working while he was getting ready.  I then went downstairs, fixed
my breakfast, ate and sat down to work at the computer again, as I waited
for Jared to show up.

When he came in, he was all bubbly and excited about taking another dip in
the pool, but his enthusiasm seemed to dim slightly, when he noticed I was
already wearing my swimsuit.  When he commented about it, I merely
explained that since I knew he would be coming down to swim, I figured it
would be just as easy to put it on immediately, rather than wearing
something else and then having to change later.  I also advised him about
my agent's phone call and that I'd have to spend most of my time working
today, because he was going to call me back tomorrow.  I could tell Jared
was quite disappointed, both by the fact that I was in my swimsuit already
and that I'd have to spend more time working over the next couple of days.

Eventually, he overcame his disappointment and went upstairs to change,
although he had to do it alone this time, and then he came back down to
join me.  He had put on the powder blue Speedo this time and I wasn't sure
if he had done this because it seemed to show off his goodies even better
than the red one had or if he was just switching up.  Since I was beginning
to sprout wood again, I suggested we go out and get in the pool, while
quickly leading the way.  I immediately hopped in, once we were close
enough, and this seemed to alleviate the swelling in my suit somewhat,
before Jared had a chance to notice my predicament.  He jumped in right
behind me and then we began to swim about.

I stayed in the pool with Jared for about an hour, but then I got out and
told him I had to go back inside and get to work again.  I suggested that
he could stick around and swim by himself, watch TV or do whatever else he
wanted, as long as he didn't interrupt my work and allowed me to
concentrate on my writing.  Again, he wasn't happy about this, but he did
relent to the conditions I'd set, since he felt it was better than getting
sent home.  He then asked me if the yard needed to be mowed yet, so I
quickly checked it out and decided that it definitely could stand to be
cut, so he decided to do that, while I worked on my story.

I watched him drive the lawn tractor out of the shed, and he did a very
good job of doing that, and then I watched as he started out.  Since he
didn't seem to be having any problems, I went back to the computer and got
busy again.  I was totally zoned in on my story now, although I did get up
a couple of times to get a drink or use the toilet, and when I did, I also
checked to see how he was doing at the same time.  Jared appeared to be
doing fine, so I went back to work and ended up getting quite a bit done by
lunchtime.

When Jared finished mowing the yard, he put the lawn tractor away and then
jumped in the pool to cool off.  A short time later, I went out to call him
inside, because I'd fixed us toasted cheese sandwiches for lunch, to go
along with the potato salad I had in the fridge.  It was quick, easy and
would suffice, so then I could get back to work quickly after I'd downed my
food.

Jared decided to stay inside and watch some TV after we ate, but I went
back to the computer.  Around 3:00, I decided to take a break and asked
Jared if he wanted to join me in the pool.  He leaped off of the sofa,
raced outside and then we horsed around in the pool for about an hour and a
half.  When we grew tired, we came inside and I went back to work, while
Jared headed into the living room to watch something on TV.  We did this
until dinnertime, when Jared changed into his shorts and went home to eat
with his family, while I fixed a quick meal for myself.

I was working on my story again when Jared returned later, so he went up
and put on his blue Speedo again, but then he went in and watched TV for a
while, until I told him I was ready to take a break and spend a little time
with him.  While we were in the pool, Jared asked me how long I'd be on the
phone with my agent tomorrow, because I think he was wondering if I'd have
any time to spend with him.  I then informed him that I'd probably be
speaking with my agent for a couple of hours, so we could discuss the
changes I'd made to the two chapters that Dick was unhappy with, as well as
talking about my new story idea.  When Jared heard this, he said he'd stay
home in the morning and spend some time with his brother, but then he
quickly added that he'd still come down after lunch, if that was ok with
me.

I immediately responded that would be fine, but I also reminded him that
he'd be spending the night at home too, since it was his mother's night
off.  He said he'd already thought about that and it was the reason he
wanted to come down and spend some time with me after lunch, so I told him
in that case I'd take some time off between lunch and dinner, so I'd have
time to spend with him.  He was thrilled with my proposal and swam closer,
so he could hug me, before I got out of the pool and went back inside to do
a little more writing.

Jared went upstairs to change when I did this and a short time later he
told me he was going home for the night.  He thanked me for taking time out
to go in the pool with him and reminded me that he'd see me again, tomorrow
afternoon.  I gave him a hug, kissed him on the forehead and told him I
looked forward to that, and then he took off and I went back to work.
Later that evening, I emailed my agent the revised copies of the two
chapters in question, so he'd have them to go over before we talked, and
then I headed up to bed.

That night, most of my dreams were about Jared again, but they never got
sexual.  Instead, I merely pictured us spending time together, like a
father and son might do, but these dreams also gave me a few more ideas I
could use with one story or the other.  When I got up to use the toilet
later, I took some time out to jot down a few notes, so I wouldn't forget
these ideas before morning.  Once I'd finished doing that, I hopped back
into bed until the alarm went off.

After downing a quick breakfast, I realized how strange it seemed that
Jared wasn't here already.  Although I knew he wasn't coming down until
later, the fact that he wasn't already here on a Tuesday morning just
didn't seem right.  Anyway, I put that out of my mind and went back to
work, as I waited for my agent to call.  During the interim, I began to
proofread the next chapter I had written, because I felt I should
triple-check it this time, before I sent it to him.  I certainly didn't
want to get the same sort of feedback that I'd received on the previous
couple of chapters, so I went over it one more time and examined it very
carefully.  Even though I was embarrassed to admit it, Dick had been
correct and I had obviously been distracted to the point where my work had
begun to suffer greatly, so I wanted to make sure it didn't happen again.

When the phone rang, I picked it up on the first ring.

"Hello, Dick," I answered, since I was fairly certain this call was from
him.

"Bob, I just finished going over the revisions you sent me and they are
much improved," he began.  "What the hell was wrong with you before?  The
other stuff you sent me seemed so amateurish.  Have you been chasing a hot
babe or something?"

"Not quite," I replied.  "I was trying to take care of a few things at the
house, such as getting the pool repaired and painted so I could use it.  I
just didn't realize that doing this was affecting my work on the story
until you called."

"You would have, if you'd checked your email once in a while," he chided.

"I'm sorry about that, but I guess I'd let that slip too and didn't even
realize I had done that either," I confessed.  "I promise, it won't happen
again."

"Well, I just have a few comments on the revised chapters," he added, "and
I love the info you sent me about your new story idea too.  That sounds
like a real winner."

"Thanks," I replied, knowing he was referring to the story idea I had based
on Jared.

Over the next couple of hours, we reviewed the new suggestions he had about
the two chapters I'd resent him and then we talked, in depth, about my idea
for the new story.  By the time we'd finished, I knew I'd have a lot of
work ahead of me now, since he not only wanted me to send him the reworked
copies of those two chapter again, but he also wanted me to send him the
next chapter as well, along with the first two chapters of the new story,
so he could start pitching it to my publisher.

Jared showed up after lunch, as planned, so I stopped working for a while
so I could spend some time with him, as I had promised.  I was able to do
this, because I knew I'd have tonight to work, in total solitude, so I was
willing to concentrate on him fully now, which should make us both feel
good.  We horsed around in the pool for a while and then I took him out for
some ice cream, before we returned to the house and cuddled together on the
couch, as we watched a little TV.

Jared seemed to enjoy the things we'd done together this afternoon, so he
didn't appear too upset about the prospect of not coming back later, but
that didn't last for long.  His attitude seemed to change when I told him
I'd need a little more time to write for the next couple of days, but then
he offered me a proposal.

"If I stay home in the mornings and spend time with Josh, do you think I'd
be able to come down after lunch, and then again after dinner?" he wanted
to know.

"What if we modify that just a bit," I offered.  "Why don't you come down
and join me for lunch at noon and then we'll spend time together until you
go home for dinner.  If you don't mind though, I'd like the rest of the
evening to work."

"Ok, if I can come down at 11:00 instead," he countered.  "That way we can
swim for a while and then have lunch together, since you'll probably make
us wait for an hour after we eat, before we can go in the pool again.  You
can use that time to work while we were waiting, so that way, you'll have
just as much time to write and I won't lose out."

After I considered his proposal briefly, I agreed that would be fine.  I
figured it would work out fairly well, because if I was on a roll tonight
and wanted to work late, then I could and still have time to get plenty of
sleep before he showed up.  That would also be true if I woke up in the
middle of the night and came downstairs to work again, because I could
still go back to bed and get some sleep before Jared showed up.  I felt
doing it this way would allow me to spend the middle of the day with him in
the pool, without costing me time to get some work done.  Since I was
agreeable to his suggestion, Jared gave me a hug and a quick peck on the
lips, before he left to spend the rest of the night with his mother and
brother.

After Jared left, I was able to rework the same two chapters of the story
again, the ones I had gone over with Dick on the phone, and I then I did a
little more work on the next chapter.  Once completed, I went upstairs and
got into bed, but I was unable to fall asleep quickly.  My thoughts had now
turned to the new story and this prevented me from drifting off.  My body
was just about ready to give in to my weariness, when suddenly some ideas
popped into my head about the new story and it started to become clear as
to how I would proceed.

Fearing I'd forget everything by morning, I hurriedly got up, raced
downstairs and began making notes about the ideas I'd had for this story.
When I finished doing that, I decided to just stay up and went over to the
computer, so I could begin working on the first chapter.  Although I knew
how I wanted the story to go, it took me more than an hour just to write
the first paragraph.  This was because I was searching for that perfect
hook that would grab the reader and yank them into the story, and then
hopefully the rest of the first chapter would entice him to continue
reading.

Once I'd settled on a beginning that I felt comfortable with, I managed to
knock off an additional page and a half of the first chapter.  I felt
fairly good about it by the time I went up to my bedroom again, but I knew
I would have to reread it in the morning, before I wrote the rest of the
chapter.  Doing this would allow me to correct any problems I might
discover in what I'd just written, but it would also put me back in the
correct frame of mind to continue from where I'd just left off.

When I finally fell asleep, this time it was for the rest of the night, and
when I awoke later, I felt great and was rearing to go again.  After
cleaning up quickly and silencing the rumblings in my stomach, I went back
to work on the computer.  First, I proofread the newest chapter that I'd
written for the old story, to make certain it was ready, and up to par, so
I could forward to my agent.  Eventually, I concluded that I had done a
decent job on it, although I was convinced Dick would still have his own
ideas on how to make it better, so I attached it to an email and sent it
off to him.

When I looked up at the clock, I noticed it was nearly time for Jared to
arrive, so I decided to wait before working on the first chapter of the new
story again.  Instead, I hustled upstairs and changed into my swimsuit, so
I'd be ready for him when he arrived.  I had barely reached the bottom of
the stairs again when the doorbell rang, which reminded me that I'd
forgotten to unlock the front door this morning.  When I went to open it, I
found Jared there and he was slightly annoyed when he saw that I already
had on my swimsuit again.  Regardless, he raced upstairs to change as well
and came down wearing his red Speedo this time.

Jared and I spent the next hour in the pool, swimming and racing, but then
he wanted to play tag next.  Even though I didn't figure it would be much
fun with just the two of us, I agreed to his request, just to vary the
types of things we were doing.  It didn't take me long, however, before I
concluded that Jared had probably suggested doing this in an effort to get
me aroused.  That was because whenever I went to tag him, he'd either jump
up, so I'd end up touching him on or near his groin, or he would turn and
try to swim away, so I'd end up touching his butt instead.  He did a few
other things like that as well, each with similar results, so I finally
called an end to the game and told him it was time to go inside and eat.

After climbing out of the pool, we picked up our towels, dried off and then
went into the house.  I immediately made my way to the kitchen and headed
for the fridge, so I could get us both a drink.  I knew I was thirsty and
figured he probably needed to replenish some of his lost body fluids too,
both from the exercise and just being out in the sun.  As I handed Jared
the can of soda, I spoke.

"Well, did you enjoy that?" I wondered.

"Oh, yeah.  That was fun," he agreed.  "Maybe we could do it again, after
lunch."

"We can go back in the pool, but I'm not sure I want to play tag again," I
replied.

"Why not?" Jared demanded.

"I think you know why not," I answered.  "It was very clear to me that your
escape moves were designed so I'd end up touching you in some sensitive
area, and you know that bothers me."

"I didn't do it on purpose," he countered.  "It just seemed to work out
that way."

"Yeah, every time," I challenged, and he merely flashed me a sly grin.

We continued to talk as I got the pizza out and placed it in the over, and
then I got out the fresh fruit mixture I had purchased on my last trip to
the grocery store, since I decided it would go along nicely with the pizza.
Jared seemed in a really good mood and talked not only about what we'd done
in the pool, but he also tossed around a few other ideas about things we
might try later.  He wanted to know if I had any pool toys or a beach ball
we could bat around, but I admitted that I hadn't picked up anything like
that yet.

After thinking about it for a minute or two, I suggested he could come down
at the same time tomorrow and I'd take him out for an early lunch.  After
we'd finished eating, then we would stop at Walmart and pick up some
playthings to use in the pool, since we'd have to wait a while before we
could swim anyway.  Jared thought this was a good idea, so that's what we
agreed to do.

Seeing we still had about fifteen minutes left before the pizza would be
ready, I got out a couple of plates to put it on and a couple of bowls for
the fruit.  I then set everything out on the breakfast counter, since I
thought we'd be more comfortable there than at the table, and I think Jared
agreed with my idea.  After I took the pizza out of the oven and cut it
into slices, we each took a couple of pieces and scooped out what fruit we
wanted into our bowls.  We then took our time enjoying our meal, and after
we finished, we put the leftovers away and rinsed off the dishes.

When we finished doing all of that, I decided to take my laptop outside, so
I could soak up some sun while I was trying to work.  I quickly got
comfortable on one of the lounge chairs and Jared pulled the other lounge
chair close enough so that we were almost touching, as he watched what I
was doing.

After just a few minutes of sitting out there like this, I decided it might
be wise if we put on some sunscreen, to protect ourselves from the harmful
UV rays.  When I mentioned this to Jared, he agreed that it might be a good
idea, so I went inside to get it.  When I came back, I handed the bottle to
Jared, because I was going to let him use it first, but he had another
idea.

"Why don't you put it on me and then I'll put it on you," he suggested.

When I didn't immediately move to do this, he added another comment.

"I can't reach my back, so you'll need to do that for me anyway," he added,
as I gave him a skeptical look.  "Come on.  You said you didn't mind
touching me, as long as it wasn't to do anything sexual, so won't you do
this for me?"

After thinking it over briefly, I nodded that I would.

"Since you're going to do my back," Jared continued, "you might as well
just do all of me and then I'll put it on you."

Since I wouldn't have to rub the sunscreen onto his genitals or butt, I
agreed to do this for him too.  Carefully, I rubbed it into his chest,
arms, hands, but when I began to work on his legs, I noticed Jared now had
an erection.  I tried to ignore it, but I'm positive he knew that I had
seen it, since it was hard to miss, but I did his legs and feet, before I
had him flip over, so I could do the other side.  I then proceeded to apply
the sunscreen to the back of his legs, back and neck, but then I let him do
his own face, since I didn't want to take the chance of getting it in his
eyes or mouth.

Once he finished doing that, he did the same for me, and I had to admit
that his smooth hands and soft skin were sort of a turn-on.  I did my best
to put that thought out of my mind and focused on the warmth of the sun's
rays instead, so I didn't end up with an erection, as had happened to him.
It worked and Jared finished coating me with the sunscreen and then I took
care of my face.  When that was completed, I wiped my hands off on the
towel and then went back to work on my story, as we also soaked up some sun
for about an hour.

When we started to get too hot, I placed my laptop on the table and then
Jared in I jumped into the pool again, to cool off.  We frolicked around in
the water until it was time for Jared to go home and for me to get back to
working on my story again.  After getting out of the pool, I headed into
the house, started up the stairs and headed toward my bedroom to change,
but I didn't realize that Jared was following right behind me until I
turned around and bumped into him.

"Jared, why don't you change in the guest room, where your clothes are," I
suggested.

"But I want to show you what I can do first.  Remember?  Isn't that ok?" he
asked, with a certain amount of childish enthusiasm.  You know, the kind
you see when a child wants to show a parent something new he can do.

"Show me what?" I asked, playing dumb, although I knew exactly what he
wanted to do.

"You know, that I can squirt that stuff now," he replied, innocently.
"Remember, you told me I could show you that later, but I never got a
chance to do it, so I want to show you now."

"That's not exactly what was said," I corrected, "but let me think about
this for a second."

I considered what he wanted to do quickly and weighed the pros and cons
over in my mind, to determine if I should allow this.  He was eager to show
someone this milestone and I understood why he couldn't do it with his
mother or brother.  I also didn't want him to have trouble at school, if he
tried to show one of his friends and they reacted poorly to what he was
doing, so I figured I'd just have to be adult enough to allow him to do
this without losing my self-control.

"I suppose, if you think you have to," I replied.

I'm not sure if Jared was expecting this answer, but he smiled, quickly
shed his Speedo and jumped on my bed.  He then began massaging his penis
and testicles, while trying to get himself aroused.  That didn't take very
long, but I wasn't sure if it happened because of the stimulation he was
providing to it or because he was continually glancing over at my exposed
package, as I started to change.  Whatever the cause, he was soon stroking
himself in earnest, but then he stopped to ask me a question.

"Would you like to do this for me?" he offered.

He had a very sly and sneaky expression on his face, so I think he had this
planned out all along.

"Jared, I'll watch while you do it, because I realize it's important to
you," I replied, "but I think I've made my position perfectly clear about
doing anything like that for you.  I am not willing to touch you in a
sexual manner, because it would not only be illegal, but it would also be
wrong."

"But it will make it happen faster," he countered.

"Yes, it may, but I've told you many times we can't do things like that," I
reiterated.  "If that's what you were hoping for, then let's stop right now
and you can get dressed and we'll go downstairs."

"No!  No!  I'll do it myself," he relented.  "Just stay here, ok?"

He was actually beginning to panic now, because I had started to make my
way toward the door, but after he'd agreed to my stipulation, I decided to
stay.  When he saw this, he began to pump really hard on his straining
tool, while trying to show me that he could, indeed, produce the precious
liquid that would indicate he was becoming a man.  His hand was sliding up
and down his slender shaft so quickly that it was almost a blur, as he
frantically tried to reach the point of ejaculation.  I could only admire
the beauty of the situation, as this handsome young man labored so
strenuously to show me what he could accomplish.  After a few minutes of
this frenzied activity, I saw his body begin to stiffen, his face started
to contort and then a few precious drops of watery liquid oozed from the
tip of his dick and landed on his belly.

At first he was too exhausted to react to his achievement, but then he
lifted his head, smiled at me and pointed at the liquid that had collected
on his abdomen.  He seemed so proud of his accomplishment and excited that
I had witnessed it, but he was also thrilled that he had been able to show
me what he wanted.  As he continued to beam, I checked out those few drops
of his sweet nectar, until he finally found his voice and spoke.

"See, Dad.  I told you I could do it.  I'm not a little boy any more, no
matter what the law says," he stated.  "I can do the same things that men
can do, so I should be old enough to say whether I want to do these things
and who I want to do them with."

I guess I should have expected there was more involved with his plan than
just proving to me that he could ejaculate.  I don't know why I didn't see
this coming, since I had assumed he wasn't ready to give up on his attempts
to seduce me, but I wasn't upset.  I knew what he was trying to do, and if
I was honest with myself, I can't say that I blamed him.  I might have
tried the same thing, if our roles had been reversed, but this didn't
resolve my situation or make it any easier on me.  I guess this was my
problem to deal with, not his, so I resigned myself to what I would need to
do and turned my thoughts back to him.

"Yes, Jared, you did tell me you could do this and I'm very impressed," I
agreed.  "You are indeed a young man now, but we will still need to obey
the law, if we don't want to pay the consequences."

He looked somewhat deflated now, due to my response, because I think he'd
been hoping that this would convince me to do otherwise, but now he
realized it had not, so he became slightly moody again.  Since I didn't
know what else to do now, I walked into the bathroom, wet a washcloth and
then came back into my bedroom, where I held the washcloth out for him.  He
didn't move to take it from me and remained motionless, as he lay pouting
on the bed.  After a few seconds, I spoke and told him what the washcloth
was for, but he still didn't attempt to take it, so I just stood there for
a few more seconds, while trying to decide what I should do next.  As I
continued to stand there and watch him, he shut his eyes and kept them
closed, and then he turned his face away from me.

"Are you going to take this and clean up?" I asked, but he didn't respond.

"Jared, I know you're disappointed about this, but it's the way it has to
be, so please just accept that," I pleaded.  "I will do certain things for
you, but not sexual activities, so won't you please just accept that and
allow us to enjoy what we can do together?"

He still didn't answer, so I thought about what my next move should be.  I
finally determined I needed to show him it wasn't that I didn't want to
make physical contact with him, but it was just that I didn't want to touch
him in a sexual way.  With this thought in mind, I took the washcloth and
began to wipe the drops of cum from his tummy.  I don't know if it was
because he was surprised by my move or just curious about what I was up to,
but his head whipped around and his eyes snapped open, as he watched what I
was doing.

A slight curl also began to form on his lips and he gave me a weak grin,
but he wasn't completely over being upset with me yet.  It was at this
point that I noticed another drop of semen on the end of his dick, so I
reached up with the washcloth and wiped it off.  His penis began to harden
immediately when I did this and let me know that he approved of this
encounter, so I quickly decided that I'd better explain.

"Jared, I don't mind touching you, except in a sexual way," I explained.
"I can help to clean you, as any parent might do for a child, but I won't
go further than that.  Is that clear?"

He nodded his head, but this time his smile didn't fade.  I think he had
decided to take this small victory and be happy with it, rather than argue
the point further, and he didn't make any effort to entice me to do
anything else.

"Jared, it's time for you to go home now, so I can get back to work," I
reminded him.  "You can come back tomorrow at 11:00, like you did today,
and we'll spend more time together then."

After I said this, he sat up and then hopped off of the bed.

"Ok, I know I promised to give you time to work," he agreed, "so I'll get
dressed now and then come back tomorrow."

I thought this was a major concession on his part, so I walked over and
gave him a big hug.  I'm not sure whether the next thing he did was on
purpose or not, but since he was still naked, he managed to grind his dick
into my thigh a bit, but I chose not to say anything about it.  When we
broke the hug, Jared went to get dressed in the guest room, while I
finished changing into my clothes.  Then I walked him downstairs and saw
him off, so I could get back to work.

Once he was gone, I sat down at the computer, but I wasn't able to
concentrate on my story again right away.  Instead, my mind raced over what
I had just seen Jared do upstairs.  It's probably quite obvious, but that
really turned me on, so I ended up having to go upstairs and take care of
myself first, before I could focus on my writing again.  Once I did that, I
read over what I had written for the first chapter of the new story, made a
bunch of corrections and then picked up where I'd left off.  I actually
finished that chapter before I stopped to have dinner, and then after I
ate, I sat down to work on Chapter 2.


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