Date: Thu, 28 Feb 2013 09:31:23 -0500 (EST) From: ErastesTouch@aol.com Subject: Different Points of View, chapter 9 Different Points of View - by Erastes Copyright 2012 by Erastes Chapter 9 – The Agreement. I not only slept well that evening, but I also experience some very erotic dreams. In some of these visions, there were three naked boys who were doing little dances for me, but then there was another dream where I had actual sexual contact with Jared, although the other boys weren't there at the time. I'm not sure where they were, but Jared and I happened to be alone and this time he was able to convince me to have sex with him. When I awoke, and before I went downstairs to fix breakfast, I decided that I'd better masturbate first, since I was already in a heightened state of arousal. I hoped doing this would not only take care of the residual effects from the previous night's dreams, but that it would also keep me from getting erections in front of the boys. Unfortunately, only time will tell if the latter part will work out in my favor. I had barely finished my breakfast when the doorbell rang. I hadn't even taken time to unlock it yet, since I was running behind schedule after jacking off earlier, but it was probably better this way, since Dean would be with them. When I opened the door, all three boys were grinning up at me. "Hi Bob," they all sang out, somewhat in unison. "Dean came with us too," Josh added, and Dean waved at me, with the hand holding his swimsuit. I welcomed them inside and we sat down and talked for a few minutes first, before the boys began teasing to go upstairs and change, so we could go out to swim. Before we did though, I thought I should address this issue with Dean first. "Dean, over the past few days Josh and Jared have been coming down here to swim, but they've also been changing with me in my bedroom," I began. "This isn't something you have to do too, so you can get dressed in the bathroom, if you'd prefer." "Nah, Josh told me about it on the way down here and I'm fine with doing it with the rest of you," he confirmed. "I also promise that I won't tell no one that we did this when we were here either." "Are you sure?" I asked, in order to be certain. "Yeah, I've changed in the men's locker room at the municipal pool before, so I've been naked with other guys," he assured me. "I don't mind at all and I can't wait to see you guys naked too." Seeing he was fine with it, we went upstairs to put on our swimsuits. True to his word, Dean stripped down without any hesitation. He was built about the same as Josh, maybe not quite as husky, but he was still stouter than Jared. He was also hung about the same as Josh and circumcised, so I didn't have to worry about explaining that difference to them. Once they were all naked, the boys spent a little bit of time showing off for each other, so they all got a good look at what everyone had. When they finally decided they had done this for long enough, they began to put on their swimsuits, but Dean came to an abrupt halt and began gawking at the other pair, once he saw Jared and Josh slip on their Speedos. "Man, where did you get those from?" he asked. "They're really neat! I wish I had one to wear." "You can wear my extra one then," Josh told him, as he raced off to the bathroom to get his black Speedo for Dean. Dean immediately stripped out of his swimsuit and put on the Speedo instead, and then he climbed up on my bed, so he could use the mirror above my dresser to admire himself in it. "Wow, it looks great and really shows off my wiener. It feels good on me too!" he observed, as we finished up and started to head for the stairs. Before we got very far, however, Dean stopped and ran back into my bedroom, so the rest of us came to a halt and waited for him to rejoin us. After rummaging through his shorts for something, he came out into the hallway again, looked up at me and spoke. "Bob, I almost forgot. My dad gave me this money so we could order pizza for lunch," he stated, as he handed me some bills. "Since you took me out to lunch before and I've also eaten at Josh's house, you can call and order the pizza and then pay for it with the money my dad gave me, so it will be my treat." Since his dad had given him the money for this purpose, I took it and placed in on the counter downstairs. It was too early to order the pizza now, so I led them outside and we all got in the pool. We swam, dunked each other and held chicken fights, and then the boys wanted to play Marco Polo. After doing that for a while, I saw Dean get out of the pool and walk to the other end. He was about ready to dive back in, head first into the shallow end, so I stopped him and warned each of the boys never to do anything like that. I explained that I'd had a friend in college who'd done the same thing during a party at a friend's pool, and he hit his head on the bottom, broke his neck and drowned, before the other guests realized there was a problem. I certainly didn't want anything like that to happen here, especially with these young boys. A few minutes after 11:00, I got out of the pool to order the pizza. I asked that they time it to be delivered in about an hour, which would allow us a chance to swim some more before we ate. As soon as I'd finished making that call, I went back outside and rejoined the boys, but now they wanted to play volleyball against each other. After completing one game with Josh on my team, and then another with Dean on my side, the younger boys decided they weren't ready to allow Jared to join me and play against them. Instead, we played one more game with all three boys playing against me. Even though I knew this would probably be too much for me to handle, I accepted the challenge, nonetheless, and they had a great time making me flounder from one side of the pool to the other, as I tried to return their shots. Of course, they won, but I think they had more fun just watching me struggle against them. When it got close to the time for the pizza to be delivered, I climbed out of the pool and went inside to wait for the driver to show up, while the boys continued to play. After I'd paid and tipped the delivery guy, I placed the pizzas on the table, got out four plates and then called the boys inside to eat. Before he went to get his pizza though, Dean came over to tell me something first. "Thanks for letting me come here with Josh today," he stated. "It sure is a lot more fun than what we'd be doing at my house. I hope I can come back here to swim again, whenever I spend the day with Josh." "Sure, you're welcome to come down whenever you're with him," I agreed. After each of the boys had filled his plate, Jared and Josh announced that they wanted to watch the first Harry Potter DVD with Dean while they ate, so they could get him excited about reading the books too. Since that would give me a couple more hours to work, I quickly agreed. While they went into the living room and got comfortable, I sat down at the computer and began to type, as well as enjoy the pizza. When the movie ended, I allowed the boys to go back in the pool for a couple more hours, but I told them I was going to sit out this time, so I could continue writing. They were kind enough to say they understood why I needed to do my work, so I took my laptop outside, where I could keep an eye on them and make certain that nothing bad happened. About a half hour later, I saw Dean trying to pull Josh's Speedo off, but that's not an easy thing to do when it's wet. He was struggling to get it off, but Josh wasn't putting up much of a fight, and then I saw Jared go over to give Dean a hand. As soon as Josh's Speedo had been removed, Josh and Dean did the same thing to Jared, before the brothers turned their attention to Dean. Before long, there were three Speedos lying beside the pool and three boys were merrily swimming naked in my pool. I decided not to say anything, since my house is pretty isolated and it was highly doubtful that anyone else would see them out here today. It wasn't as if they were running around the house and parading by the windows without anything on, and I wasn't expecting any deliveries or anyone to show up anyway. Even if someone did drop by, it would be highly unlikely that they would come around to the back of the house to look for me, so I let the boys do what they wanted. A little while later, I had three naked, dripping boys standing next to me at the table. "You aren't mad that we did this, are you, Bob?" Dean asked. "It's not something I would have recommended, but I guess I'll let it slide this time," I replied. "I just don't want to get into trouble with your parents, if they find out what you've been doing." "Don't worry, we won't tell them about this," Dean added, with the other two nodding in agreement. I was surprised that Dean was so comfortable doing this, but I was even more amazed at Josh. Was this the same shy kid from a few days ago? "Jared, you have a really nice wiener," Dean stated, out of the blue. "I wish mine was like yours." "Give it time," Jared responded, beaming. "Bob told Josh that too. Your dick will get bigger in a few years." "I hope so," Dean confessed. When we went inside to change, the boys just picked up their Speedos and carried them inside. Once they dried off and put their clothes back on, Dean asked if he could use the bathroom, so Josh showed him where it was. I thought he needed to pee, but instead he took his swimsuit in and wet it down in the sink, so his parents wouldn't ask him why it was dry. I thought that was pretty clever for someone his age, because having him do that had never crossed my mind. Once they were all in my room, the three boys decided to put on another show for me and sang, as they did a slow grind and various other hip movements for my amusement, which caused their dicks to flop wildly about. Oh, they were definitely watching what each other was doing as well, but most of this was for my benefit and, I suspect, their way of thanking me for letting them enjoy so much time in my pool. Once they finished putting their clothes back on, we went downstairs, had a can of soda and then the boys began walking up the road, since that's how they had come down earlier. Dean's father was going to pick him up at Josh's house in about twenty minutes, so I bid them goodbye and watched their progress until they had safely gone inside. I had a lot to think about after I went back inside. Not only did I have the image of three naked boys burned into my brain, but I was also grappling with the idea that I'd just ignored many of the rules that I'd established for myself, in order to keep out of trouble. I not only changed with them in my bedroom, but then I let them swim naked in my pool and continue to run around without anything on, not that the Speedos they'd been wearing had concealed very much. It's just that I had set down all of these rules with Jared, but over time the boys had managed to whittle away at them. I'm not sure how or why I'd let this happen, but it did. When Jared and Josh came back later, they didn't want to swim any more. Instead, they wanted to watch the fourth Harry Potter DVD, "The Goblet of Fire." Both boys leaned against me as the movie started, so I lifted my arms and placed them across their shoulders and we enjoyed the movie seated like that. I did pause the DVD at one point, so Jared could run out to the kitchen and get us all a drink, but neither boy seemed to mind sitting with me like this. In fact, I could tell Jared liked it very much and he smiled when he saw I was doing the same thing with his brother. When the movie ended, I reminded the boys that I wouldn't be seeing them the following day, because it was their mother's day off from work. As soon as he heard me say this, Jared was quick to remind me that I'd still be joining them for dinner. After assuring him that I was still planning to come, I walked them outside. Both boys thanked me again for everything we had done today, and then Jared gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as Josh was walking down to his bike. I then watched as they rode home, while noting how happy they both seemed. Once they had disappeared from sight, I went back inside and began to write, but I was also preparing to have another dream-filled slumber. Sunday, I slept a little later than usual, not only because I was still tired, but it was also due to the fact that I knew Jared and Josh wouldn't be coming down. When I did finally get up, I wasn't sure if what I had was a normal morning 'piss hard,' a common condition when you first wake up and have to urinate, or if it was an erection caused by the assortment of sexually oriented dreams I'd enjoyed. Therefore, before I went downstairs, I urinated first and then masturbated, to take care of any tension that had built up due to those erotic nocturnal visions. After I finished, I showered and then made my way down to the kitchen to fix something to eat. After I filled my belly, I sat down at the computer and spent the next few hours working on my story, since I was falling woefully behind on my efforts. A little after noon, I heard the doorbell ring and went to answer it. I wasn't expecting anyone, but I soon discovered it was Jared who was waiting there for me. "Dad, why's the door still locked?" he inquired. "For one thing, I wasn't expecting any company today," I told him, while giving him a quizzical look. "I thought you promised to spend today with your mother?" "I am, but she wanted me to let you know what time we were going to have supper and I couldn't find your telephone number," he protested. "That's why my mom told me to just come down here and tell you in person, so that's what I'm doing." "Ok, I apologize then and I'm sorry that I jumped to a conclusion," I explained, somewhat embarrassed by my own actions. "So what time does she want me to join you?" "Mom said to ask you to come up about 5:00 and then we'll eat around 5:30. Is that too early for you?" He looked anxious as he awaited my reply, so I wasn't sure if this was his question or one his mother had told him to ask. It didn't matter though, because I had no problem with eating then. "Jared, that time will be fine," I confirmed. "I slept in this morning, so I had a late breakfast, sort of a brunch, so I'll be ready to eat again by then. Ok?" He smiled, to let me know that was more than fine with him. "I'll go back home and tell my mom then. She'll be really happy that you're ok with that," he stated. As he turned to leave, I stopped him. "Jared, what should I wear tonight?" I wondered. I wasn't sure how dressed up they planned to get, so I felt that I'd better find out. "Wear clothes," he replied. "Mom might not like it if you came with nothing on." He began to laugh after he'd told me that. "Real funny, wise guy, but what I meant was, should I wear a suit, maybe just a shirt and tie or should I only slip on a pair of slacks and a dress shirt?" "Oh, sorry. I didn't understand," he apologized. "I don't think we're going to dress up, so just pants and a shirt should be fine. I'll ask my mom when I get home though, and if she says we're dressing up, then I'll let you know. Bye." He started to leave again. "Jared, hold up," I ordered, and this caused him to spin around and look at me puzzled. "Give me a minute to get something to write down my telephone number for you, so you won't have to come back down here again." A look of understanding suddenly came over his face and he waited while I got a piece of paper and jotted down my number on it. When I handed it to him, he folded it up and stuck it in his pocket. Then, he waved goodbye to me, as he got on his bike and began to pedal up the road. I watched until he pulled into his driveway and then I went back into the house. I began to wonder again about how this soiree was going to go, since I'd somehow managed to put it completely out of my mind last night. It must have been the distraction of all that naked boy flesh, but now I was growing nervous about meeting Jared's mother. I really didn't have any reason to feel this way, except my mind was working overtime and coming up with an assortment of things that might go wrong. What if she didn't like me or suspected that I was a closeted boy lover? Would that cause her to stop allowing Jared to work for me any longer or keep her from letting Jared and Josh come down to visit? I worried about this all day long, no matter what I was doing at the time, and I was a bundle of nerves as I got dressed to join them. Just before 5:00, I hopped in the Tahoe, drove up the road to their place and pulled in the driveway. I parked next to their mother's old and well-used Ford Taurus, got out, walked up to the front door and knocked, since I didn't see a doorbell. My hand had barely touched the door for the second time, when it swung inward and there stood Jared, with a huge grin on his face. "Come in, Bob," he told me, while stepping aside. I walked past him and into the house, but I also took some time to look around as I entered. Everything in the house appeared to be fairly old, although it looked clean and well taken care of, but I still felt badly that they didn't have it a little better than they did. At about the same time, a woman walked into the room and I assumed her to be their mother. If I had seen them out on the street together though, I doubt if I would have made the same assumption, because she looked far too young to have two sons, let alone any the ages of Jared and Josh. She walked up to me, held out her hand and welcomed me to their home. "Hi, I'm Sherry," she told me, shaking my hand, "and I'm glad to meet you. The boys have told me so much about you and I wanted to thank you for being so nice to them." As I looked at her, I would have guessed her to be in her mid to late twenties, but I knew that couldn't be, because Jared was nearly fifteen. That left me to wonder how she seemed to be holding up so well, considering how hard she had to work. "Thank you for inviting me," I replied. "It was very nice of you to do this and I hope it isn't putting you out." "Oh, no. It's my pleasure," she countered. "You've done so much for my boys that I felt it was the least I could do. Besides, I wanted to meet you in person." I was hoping that statement wasn't meant to be an ominous sign. "I haven't really done that much for them," I mildly objected. "Jared is a very good worker and he's helped me a great deal with keeping my home looking nice. He's also helped me to clean up some messes that were there from before I moved in." "You're right, Jared is a good worker, but you're wrong when you say you haven't done much for my boys," she corrected. "You're paying Jared a lot of money for someone his age and you've allowed both boys to come down and swim in your pool. You've even bought things for them, so I think that's doing quite a bit." I knew I didn't dare argue this point with her, so I thought I'd just play it down a bit. "Whatever I've done for them, it was either because I've enjoyed their company or their help. You see, I live alone and my life can get quite boring on occasion, so sometimes it's nice just to have someone else around. If I buy them a book or two, or let them use my pool, it's worth it to me just to have a break from the monotony I'd otherwise endure. I must congratulate you though, on the fine job you've done raising them, because they are both very polite and well-mannered, so you must be extremely proud of them." I looked around at this point and all three of them were beaming because of my compliment, each in his own way. "Yes, I am," she quickly agreed. "They are very good boys and I'm glad when others notice and appreciate that too." After saying this, she put an arm over each boy's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, to let him know that she meant what she'd just told me. It was obvious that she was very proud of them and it was also nice to see them bonding like that. "Jared, why don't you show..." and then she stopped abruptly, and I knew she was struggling with what she should call me. "Bob. Just call me Bob," I advised her. "Thank you," she replied. "Jared, why don't you help Bob get comfortable in the living room, while I go check on the food. I'll be in to join you in a minute, because I want us to become acquainted first, before we eat." Jared did as his mother had asked and guided me into their living room, which we were practically in already. He encouraged me to tale a seat on the couch and then he and Josh sat on either side of me, as we waited for their mother to return. When she came in to join us, she smiled when she saw how close the two boys were sitting next to me and then she sat down on the chair across from us. "Bob, do you have any family around here?" she wanted to know. "No, I'm pretty much alone," I answered. "Other than your boys, the only other person I'm close to is my literary agent and his wife." "Ah, yes. Jared told me you were a writer," she stated. "What types of books do you write?" "Mostly juvenile and young adult literature," I responded. "I write quite a bit of fantasy and science fiction, but I also write some realistic fiction, but it's all geared toward the younger crowd." "Well I guess that explains why my boys are so fond of you," she commented, with a smile. "I guess you must relate well to young people." "Either that or I'm just a big kid who never grew up," I teased. We chatted for a little while longer, before Sherry felt she had to go out to the kitchen and check on dinner again. When she did, she asked Jared to do another favor for her. "Jared, will you show Bob to the table, while I start bringing the food out?" she asked, and Jared nodded. "Is that all right with you, Bob?" she added, before she disappeared. "Yes, that's fine, and whatever you're preparing smells wonderful," I commented. "May I offer to help?" She smiled at my compliment. "No, you just go sit down and I'll take care of everything else." At this point, Jared led me to their dining room table, while his mother went back to attend to the food. It was an oblong table, and I suspected Sherry would sit at one end, with Jared and his brother seated on either side. Jared then directed me to the seat directly across from where I thought his mother would sit, so I'd be sitting next to both boys too. It was almost as if this were a real family sitting down to dinner. Before long, Sherry came in carrying the first course, which consisted of four individual bowls of salad. Each one contained Romaine lettuce, carrot strips, celery, onions, cucumbers, black olives, feta cheese, croutons and bacon bits, and it was all covered in an olive oil and vinegar dressing. "I hope you like a Greek style salad, with a few extra items in it," she said, as the boys passed one of the bowls to me. "Absolutely, and this looks delicious," I told her. "Not only that, but I'm glad to see the boys are eagerly digging in to their salad too, because not enough children eat a sufficient quantity of vegetables." "Yes, we have a salad with nearly every meal," she admitted. "It's one way I can make certain the boys are getting a balanced diet." I thought this was a very nice way to start the meal, but I waited for her to sit down to join us first, before I began eating. As I looked at the table settings, I noticed that we each had a glass of water beside our plates, but then Sherry also asked if I'd like some coffee and I accepted. She immediately went out to the kitchen again, but this time came back carrying a pot of coffee. After she poured each of us a cup, she took the pot back and then returned to her place at the table and began to eat. After we finished the salad, Jared collected the bowls and took them out to the kitchen, while Sherry brought in a whole baked chicken, complete with stuffing and Jared followed behind carrying a bowl of candied carrots. Sherry then went back out and returned with a large bowl of mashed potatoes and a gravy boat to go with it, and then she began to carve the meat off of the chicken. "Would you like part of the breast of a drumstick?" she asked, as she looked in my direction. "Breast meat will be fine," I answered. She put a portion of the meat on a plate, along with some of the dressing and then passed it down to me, but I waited until each of the boys and Sherry had their food as well. Once everyone had their plate, they began passing the bowls with the carrots and mashed potatoes, along with the gravy boat, so we took a little and added it to our plates. Once everyone had what he wanted, we began to eat. It was a very lovely meal and tasted as good as it looked and smelled. When we finished with that, those who wanted seconds were able to take some more, before the boys removed the dirty dishes and put away the leftovers. Once that was completed, their mother brought in a chocolate cake, with fudge icing, along with four dessert plates and forks. As she set it on the table and got ready to cut it, she announced that she hoped we had all saved some room for dessert. The boys immediately yelled, 'Yes!' and I nodded, but then I added a comment of my own. "Wow, do you eat like this all of the time?" The boys smiled and then Jared answered me. "Nah, only when we have someone special over," he answered. "We eat good the other nights too, but Mom goes all out when we have a special guest." Indeed she had and I thought that was a sweet answer. I did, however, feel that I needed to tease him a little, so I began looking around the room. "Really, I don't see anyone special here," I joked and he shot me a disgusted look. "It's you, silly," he explained, but I think he knew I already understood that. Our little exchange, however, did generate a little chuckle from his mother and brother. After we finished our dessert, I helped the boys clear off the desert plates and other remaining items from the table, despite the objections from all three of my hosts. I even offered to help wash the dishes, but was immediately hustled out of the kitchen and guided into the living room by Jared and Josh, so we could sit down and talk. "Come on, I can help do a few dishes," I offered. "I have to do that at home and it's the least I can do, after being fed such an excellent meal." "No way!" Jared responded, defiantly. "I'll do the dishes after you go home." "And I'll help him," Josh added, which kind of surprised me. Jared had told me previously that Josh didn't like to help around the house and especially hated doing the dishes. I took it as a special honor that he was offering to help, just so I wouldn't consider doing it myself. "Then I guess I'd better go home, so you can get your work done," I suggested, tongue-in-cheek. "No way, Mister," Jared practically ordered. "You're going to sit with us and talk for a while first." "Yes, Daddy," I mocked, and I heard Sherry chuckle again. We all sat in the living room and chatted for over an hour. During that time we discussed many subjects, including their family and how they ended up here. Once that had been covered, we moved on to questions about me, beginning with what enticed me to move here. When I told them I'd chosen a place in the country because it would be quiet and I'd be able to write in peace, Sherry burst out laughing. "I guess you should have checked out your potential neighbors better then," she quipped. "I'm sure my sons are taking up all that peace and quiet you thought you were going to have." "Not really and they've been very good about it whenever I've told them that I need time alone to write," I countered. "Sometimes I write while Jared is working for me and sometimes they watch TV or a DVD, so they have something to do while I'm working." "Wow, are you sure you're talking about my sons?" she teased. "They actually give you some peace and quiet? It must be that you tire them out in the pool or doing work for you then, because they certainly don't do that for me." "We do too," Jared shot back, thinking she was being serious. "It's just that we only get to spend time with you on Sunday and Tuesday night." "I know, honey, and I was just teasing," she explained, while trying to soothe his ruffled feathers. A short time later, Sherry turned the conversation to what I had done for her sons. "I appreciate that you've let Jared work for you," she began, "but you have been paying him quite a lot for what he does, and even though it helps us out tremendously, I don't want you to feel obligated to give him that much in the future." "I only pay him what the job's worth and for the quality of the work he does," I replied. "He's a terrific help and worth every penny I've given him." "I'm glad to hear that, but it's still a lot of money for a boy his age," she countered. "Not only that, but you've bought both boys things on top of that. It was really sweet of you to give each of them a set of Harry Potter books, but you should have only purchased one set and the boys could have shared it." I immediately realized that I needed to give her a reasonable argument for having done this. "I respectfully disagree," I began. "I remember when I was a boy and my books were very special to me. Whenever I got books that I really enjoyed, I took extra special care of them and I still have many of those same books today. I figured your boys would feel the same way, so I wanted each of them to have their own copies. Besides, I'm an author too, so this way I can help support a fellow author in the process." "I don't think J. K. Rowling needs your money, but it was extremely generous of you, no matter what your reason," she stipulated. "Not only that, but then you also bought the lights and reflectors for their bikes." "I did that because I was worried that cars wouldn't see them, as they made their way home after leaving my place after dark," I told her. "I was just trying to make sure they were safe, nothing more." "And I appreciate that," she stated, while giving me a very loving look. "The boys also can't seem to stop talking about swimming in your pool either. It's nice of you to do that, because you have provided them with a place they could go to that is close to home. I don't let them go to the municipal pool very often, because it is too far away and they'd have to pass through some parts of town that I'd rather not see them in, even if it is only for a brief period of time during the middle of the day." "I can understand that and the boys know they are welcome to use my pool anytime I am there," I stated. "You're also welcome to come down with them whenever you're not working." "Well, I think you're going to turn out to be a godsend for them," she offered. "They used to complain about how bored they were during most of their previous summer vacations, so this is making a huge difference." She let out a small giggle at this point, which was more of a nervous laugh, rather than that she had said anything funny, but I wasn't sure if she was being sincere or merely questioning how much time the boys were spending at my place. She might possibly be questioning my motives too, but I wasn't certain. The boys both seemed to indicate that they thought she was just being sincere, as they kept interjecting how much fun they'd been having at my place. I was also surprised that she didn't ask where the swimsuits came from or why I had suits hanging around in their sizes, but maybe she thinks the boys had brought their swimsuits down from home and then left them there. Jared had worn that tight one the first day, which I had initially thought might have belonged to his younger brother, until I saw that Josh had a slightly larger waist size than Jared did. It could also be that the boys told her that I'd bought them swimsuits, but Sherry never questioned me about that or mentioned anything about it, although I still felt very uneasy about this subject. For that reason, I found a way to make my exit as soon as I could, by telling her that I should be getting back, because my agent was suppose to call tonight so we could discuss my deadlines. The boys were chagrined to hear that I was planning to leave, especially Jared. He tried to talk me into staying longer, but when that didn't work, he asked if he could come down, after he had finished the dishes. I told him that would be up to his mother, since it was her day to spend time with him, but she said it would be fine for a couple of hours, as long as I didn't mind. I told her if it was all right with her, it would be fine with me, but he'd just have to entertain himself while I was on the phone. Jared said he was ok with that and stated that he'd see me in a little while, as soon as the dishes were put away. Now that we had settled this problem, I thanked Sherry again for the wonderful meal and then thanked all of them for a wonderful evening, before I apologized for my hasty exit. When I went outside, Jared followed me, so he could watch me back out of their driveway and then wave at me as I drove down the road. Once I was in the Tahoe, and even after I got home, I spent most of my time trying to analyze everything that had happened during the past couple of hours, so I could see if I'd possibly overreacted or missed some subtle signals. I wanted to make sure that I had read Sherry correctly and that she wasn't about to cause any problems for me. Otherwise, I'd have to stop allowing the boys to come down to my house any longer. Before Jared arrived, however, I came to the conclusion that she was just being nice and it had only been my guilty conscience, or vivid imagination, that made me flee there so quickly. I concluded that she hadn't been implying that anything inappropriate was going on with her comments and she seemed to be genuinely grateful for what I was doing for her sons. In fact, she had even mentioned during dinner that the money Jared was making was helping them out tremendously, so I didn't think she would do anything to jeopardize the extra income. After thinking this through, I decided that all of her remarks had been harmless and I had merely misinterpreted her intentions and actions, while possibly even reading my own worst fears into them. Anyway, I now felt things went well and I'd passed muster, at least on this occasion, so I guess I could relax for now. Jared confirmed my interpretation of the situation when he arrived later. He was all bubbly, very happy and just had to tell me how he thought things went. "I think Mom really likes you," he informed me, "but not as a boyfriend or anything like that. She just thinks you're a really nice guy and she's really glad that you moved here." "Well, I'm glad I passed the parental inspection," I told him. I tried to make it sound similar to when a teenager brings home a date for the typical meeting with the parent(s) and Jared got my drift and began to giggle. "Does that mean that you're my boyfriends now?" he asked, while making his eyebrows go up and down. I should have foreseen him interpreting what I said in this manner, so if I'd been thinking clearly, I'd have kept my mouth shut or phrased my comment differently. "Jared, I didn't mean it quite like that," I stated. "What I meant was, now that your mother knows who I am and approves of me, then you and Josh shouldn't have any trouble working for me or spending time down here. I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression." He looked slightly crestfallen after hearing my response, but he soon brushed it aside and tried to reassure me. "That's ok and I knew that's what you meant. I was just fooling with you," he offered, although I wasn't sure how honest this statement was. I was still inclined to believe that he was hoping my statement had meant I was going to be his boyfriend now, but he was putting up a brave front and taking it in stride, if only for my benefit. That's when I thought of something else that might make him feel a little better about my answer. "We're father and son, remember?" I asked. "Maybe later, when you are a little older, we can say that we're boyfriends, but for now we're just father and son." He smiled after I said this, but I would do my best to also make up for this blunder later, without crossing the line. I was worried about that happening more and more now, because Jared was becoming my world and I didn't know how much longer I could keep my intellect and emotions separated. I knew what I should do, but I was giving in to him more and more, so I was really going to have to concentrate on not crossing that line and keeping both of us out of harm's way. 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.