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Swiftly, I tore my eyes from the place where I recalled seeing and smelling his lush pubic bush when he came aboard. Now, here's this little pagan child young man really, who seems to be awakening a dead part of me. My life has been pretty much nothing more than a travel on a treadmill a robotic excursion - doing everything the Rule Book says and keeping personal feelings out of it. Life just.was! I married Helen when I was twenty, and took on the responsibility of her 16-month-old son and have raised him as my own. It seemed for the past fifteen years, I hadn't really felt enthused or really disappointed about anything. I experienced an exhilaration, a joie d' vivre, not enjoyed since youth. Nor could I deny the lustful desires stirring around in my head. I am not the kind of person who can look into the sad, tortured eyes of a young man, and ignore the pain. And then all of a sudden there returned that arrogant, disdainful energy that I had always seen surrounding him before. Anger and resentment seem to be ripping him apart deep inside. They fiercely boiled and simmered somewhere deep down inside him.
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In his eyes alone, I could see the resentment and dejection of unfulfilled promises. When I mentioned the fact that I'd be taking the boat up to my cabin at the lake this weekend, I could see a blanket of mixed emotions cover his face. Then we sat there in the boat drinking cold pop, while Erik bombarded me with questions about fishing. We exchanged a few sentences of polite conversation until I had finally finished up what I had to tend to. So, quickly averting my attention, I went back to work on the steering column, asking him how did he like the boat. But he appeared to be a rather arrogant and disdainful teenager, so had just never given him a second thought. I had seen him milling in front of the 7-11 with my 16 year old stepson and his friends, a week ago. I had seen that shock of curly dark blonde hair appearing here and there with the other kids of the neighborhood. He and his father moved into the neighborhood about a month ago. I had never really taken notice of Erik before. He wore no underwear beneath the shorts and part of his moist, honey-hued pubic hair seemed to beckon my attention. He wore only a tank top and very loose cargo shorts that seemed to have inched down on his trim, muscular hips when he climbed into the boat. It was then that I found myself starting to stir with lust for the innocent-looking 18-year old. With a friendly "Hello" and a small request to come aboard, he joined me in the boat. I was under the steering column adjusting cables when I heard an unfamiliar voice say "What ya doing?" Looking up I saw Erik Sorrensen's angelic face peering over the hull. My first encounter with Erik happened one year ago, today it was while working on my boat in the driveway.