Date: Thu, 10 May 2007 19:39:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 12

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 12

	There was that bright light again.  Oh, no!  I wasn't back in the
hosp...but, no.  I couldn't be.  I'd rolled onto my back, but I could feel
my young charge cuddled up next to me, on his side, fetal style, facing
away, just as I'd left him the night before.  I rolled over to spoon him
again and he immediately stretched his legs, reached for my arm and laid my
hand on his chest.  I squeezed just a tender bit to let him know I cared
and he cooed for me.  My fingers sought out a nipple or two and gently
rubbed them, switching back and forth.  It was so relaxing and wonderful to
feel as much of him as I could.  His hair was in my face to accent his boy
smell and make my mind reel in emotion.  Then with a 'hm-m-m', he moved my
hand to his tummy and I began slow circles.  I was rewarded with more
cooing and an arm coming back to rest on my hip.  I could feel the start of
me pushing against his backside but it didn't seem to bother him if he
noticed.  His hand began its own gentle rubbing on my thigh; that is, until
he took my hand and moved it just a little bit lower.  I wasn't quite as
far down as I would have liked to be.  Each circle barely touched the tip
of his little peg which was tight against his belly.  His hand returned to
my thigh and his circles grew wider and began to drift downward, between
our bodies.  So I made my circles a bit larger.  The first time my hand
passed over his package he gasped.  I couldn't help but giggle at his
sounds.  The second time it was his intake of breath to show me that it
felt great.  By now he had stopped his circles and was holding me in his
ten year old hand.  That was fine until his thumb flicked the tip.  I
gasped then, and continued to, every time he flicked it.

	My circles stopped with my hand resting on his belly button.  I
heard a 'h-m-m' but it ended in a disappointed tone, not an excited sound.
He wanted me to go lower.  I wanted me to keep his back from getting
sprayed.  Neither was possible for very long.  I couldn't resist either.

	My hand came to rest over his package.  It was an all-in-one deal.
I could cover his little cocklet and balls with one hand.  So I started to
manipulate my fingers to touch him in various places over and over.  He was
purring now, continually.  He was also pushing against my hand with his
hips.  The added reward for me was that it pushed his bottom against his
hand holding my iron pipe.  Finally, I shaped my fingers straight out but
surrounding his treasure and started slowly pumping up and down.  He gasped
once, then again and again.  Then there was silence so long I was beginning
to think he couldn't breathe.  I tried to concentrate on my duties but he
must have realized my moving up and down on him was something he could do
with his hand on me.  I was in total ecstasy when he started pumping his
hand.  I worked very hard to continue my manipulations on him.  Soon, he
was gasping and shivering.  It built up quickly to crescendo into a
wonderful long, dry orgasm, with him convulsing and gasping, totally out of
control.  Just as he began to get his senses again, he started in on me
again and, within seconds it seemed, I quaked!  I exploded.  I lost
everything through that small tube.  I couldn't believe the feelings it
gave me, he gave me.  I have never felt something so different.  It was
amazing.  Even in my recovering I was feeling things that I could never
have imagined, radiating throughout my body.  I finally had to remove his
hand, I was so sensitive.

	"E-w-w!  You wet me," Grant said soft and gentle, raising his hand
to his face to see the mess.  "What is that, David?  It isn't pee, is it?"
There was some sperm on the back of his hand.  It took me almost another
minute before I could speak.

	"Huh, Huh, Huh.  Oh my god, Grant.  I...I've never.  Whew!"  I
guess that really didn't answer his question.  "That's sperm, semen,
baby-makers.  Wow!  That's what comes out when you get older.  That's what
shows you that I'm going crazy when you touch me like that."  He started
that giggling he does, way down low in his tummy and then it builds up and
spills out of his mouth.

	"E-w-w!  It's all over my butt, isn't it?  It's gross, huh?"

	"No!  It's part of me.  It shows you that I love what you do to me.
It'll be part of you when you grow up more."

	"Well, I love ya bunches, but I gotta go pee and I gotta get this
junk off me too."  I guess I couldn't blame him.  And like any ten year
old, he was ready to move on to the next fun thing.

	"Grant, stay there just a minute," I said and jumped up and got a
wash cloth from the bathroom.  I came back and wiped his butt, to which he
laughed and thanked me, at least I think I heard him, as he ran for the
commode.  I walked in as he was shaking his penis and stood beside him to
relieve myself.  I didn't have to ask him to wash his hands this time.  I
could see him examining the cum on his hand before it went down the drain.

	I started washing my hands and he stood, waiting for me to finish.

	"So tell me?  Where did you learn to rub my penis like that?"  I
looked down at him smiling and saw him look up with his own wide grin.

	"You liked it.  I could tell.  Did I do it good?"

	"Oh, Grant.  I have never felt so wonderful.  You are a very, very
good lover!  But who showed you?"

	"You did, kinda."

	I hugged him as we walked back and climbed into bed again.  We lay
next to each other, me, with my arm around his shoulders sharing a pillow,
barely turned, so I could see as much of him as I could.

	"I showed you that?  I don't remember..."

	"You did it to me, lots.  I just did it back to you.  You're bigger
so I didn't know if it would work.  It musta, huh?"

	"Oh, wow, Grant!  It worked big time!  You're a fast learner; I'll
have to say that, young man!"  I looked at him to see a very pleased grin
on his beautiful face.  How could I be so lucky?

	His eyes darted around like they were sorting things out on the
ceiling.  I don't know if he was embarrassed by this kind of talk.  I
doubted it.  He didn't know enough to be.  What a great gift that must have
been.

	"You had my penis in your mouth, 'member?"  Not again!

	"Of course I remember, Grant.  It's a wonderful feeling for me and
for you.  You said you didn't want me to stop doing it, right?"

	"Yeah!"

	"Lot's of people really like to do that.  They call it, well, they
call it a lot of things like making love to your penis.  (Sorry.  I
couldn't just call it 'sucking cock'.  This wasn't a 'street' lesson; it
was a 'love' lesson.)  They call it other things too, which isn't as
important as the most important thing in love making."  He'd propped
himself up with his head on one hand looking at me intently, waiting for
the wisdom to roll off of my tongue.  I lay back with my hands behind my
head, staring straight up at the ceiling.  "The most important thing is to
love the person you're with more than you love yourself."

	I didn't hear anything so I looked over at him.  I felt him turn
his head and he was just kind of staring at me with a pained look in his
eyes that turned into a scrunched up nose and him saying, "You are one
weird dude, David.  Do you know that?  Why would you be with someone you
didn't love more than you?  Why would you want to give them what you gave
me if you didn't want to be with 'em forever?"

	I looked in those eyes of pure innocence and loving.  I saw so many
wonderful years of growing and learning and yet, a lifetime of wisdom in
someone so young.  I thought of what I had been doing with my life since I
finished high school, hell, even when I was in high school.  The people I
must have hurt while I sought my own enjoyment.  I thought about the
chances for real relationships that I hadn't even tried to work at or work
out; I just griped and left them.  I thought about how I must have done the
same thing with my dad.  I didn't even know if I had really given him a
chance.  Until I found Euphoria, I didn't even care.

	My eyes started to water and I could just make out him beginning to
figure out where my emotions were taking me.  I grabbed him into my arms
and hugged the bejesus out of him.  I'm not sure how he survived.  From his
grunts I wasn't sure he had.

	"David.  David."  He didn't have enough breath left in him to say
it too loud; more of a grunt.  I loosened my hug and heard and felt him
take a deep breath.

	"I didn't mean to scare you or hurt you, guy.  I just realized how
much you've taught me since I came to be with you and Russ.  I realized
that I was the one that needed to learn the most important thing about
making love, or even about love itself.  Everything I've learned has been
since I've been with you and your grampa."

	Grant rose up and twisted himself until his arms were on either
side of my face and he was looking into my eyes.  It was that look that he
and his grandfather did that pierces you to the very soul.  It could only
have been a minute but it seemed like a week of deep interrogation.  Then
he crawled up to spread himself on top of me; his warm, naked body against
mine.  He slid his hands down my arms and bent so he could entwine his
fingers in mine and stretched out again; then he raised his head to look at
me again.  This wasn't sexual; it wasn't lust; it wasn't any of those
things I used to know.  It was the simple display of all the things I
didn't have a clue about before I came to Euphoria.  It was pure,
unconditional love.

	"I really don't know what you're talkin' about, David.  All I know
is, ever since you came to me, to us, my life has changed, my dad's life
has changed and (he sniffled a couple of times, trying to hold back
something) my grampa's life has changed.  We might have known love.  And
maybe dad and grampa got some before, but (he wasn't doing very well at
holding it back and it was becoming contagious) when you got here
everything went kapooey.  There was love and huggin' and kissing
everywhere.  I don't know what you came from, but if it wasn't for you,
we'd a died; inside.  Now I get to show lots of people I love 'em.  (That
DeWitt smile was cutting through his tears.)  I get to show you most."  He
lowered his head to rest it on my chest and the tears streamed; mine and
his.

	I unlocked our hands and wrapped him in my arms and we just enjoyed
the intensity of being together.  I finally moved my hands down to cup his
buttocks and gently massaged them with my fingers, not to arouse him or me
but to ensure our tightness, our closeness; to weave a memory of being one
with each other for always.  I could feel his sobs as his arms went around
my shoulders.  I, too, was easily caught up in the release of my own
feelings.  This was so right, so perfect.  And it wasn't just about Grant
and me together, but it was also about being here with everyone and growing
too.  It all counted, all added up to my new life.

	"You are my wake up call."  I have no idea where that came from.
It sounded much better in my head before it leaked out into the open.

	He sniffled and his breathing became more regular.  "Hm-m-m.  You
are so weird."  Said in love, I'm sure.  Then I barely felt his chuckling
against me.  "Hm-m-m.  You licked my penis."  I think we drifted.  We must
have.


NTLFG - The End of Chapter Twelve
To be continued

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