Date: Fri, 23 Feb 2007 23:58:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 2

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter Two

	"Honestly, I just got dumped by my girl and sugar mommy and needed
some time to sort things out.  It was the only place I'd ever been that
didn't cost an arm and a leg.  I needed a week or two was all. I knew no
one would be there.  Hell, I didn't even remember Mitch's name until you
said it.  I'm just a friend of a friend.  How'd you know it was his place I
was headed to?"
	"Boy, doesn't take any detective work.  What few people are up that
way have never had visitors as young as you except the Renton's boy.  His
parents never come over anymore."  I think I looked up in time to see that
glint in his eye return.  "I don't think they would approve of a stranger
stayin' up there though.  You'd better rethink this.  Hm-m."  As he said
this he straightened up a bit like he was in charge again.  But I didn't
catch on to his game right away.
	"There is no 'rethink'.  I don't have enough money to go anywhere
else and I just have the other half of my bus ticket to return home.  I
have enough for a couple of weeks if I'm careful.  There is no other plan."
      "Hm-m-m," he said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin as he appeared to
think this through.  "Well David, I suppose it wouldn't be too bad if you
stayed up there.  You'd have to be mighty careful and let me check on the
place every once in awhile.  Probably be good for the place to be opened up
more often than I can get up there."
      "You're the caretaker up there?"  I still didn't catch on.
      "Oh sure.  That's it.  Caretaker par excellence.  Been doin' it for
years."
      "I would certainly promise to be very careful, sir, I mean, Russ.
I'm very responsible."
      Remember him swinging his head over to his sister earlier, and then
wanting to hurt her?  Well, that was the kind of look he gave me.  For some
reason, I don't think he equated me with responsibility.  He reached over
and patted my leg a couple of times like he was going to give me the wisdom
of his eons on earth.  Then his hand just came to rest a little ways above
my knee.  I waited for his sage advice.  And waited, expectantly, looking
into those eyes.  He began squeezing my leg gently.  He noticed me staring
at him.
      "What?  You want something, tiger?"
      I nodded toward his hand on my thigh.  "I thought you were going to
let me in on a piece of wisdom or something."
      "Hah!  Nope!  I just wanted to touch you some more.  Hm-m-heh."
      I said I was quick?  He had once again set me up, royally.  I
couldn't help but chuckle a little, until I felt his hand move to the tip
of my dick.  In no time my limp, tired prick, all on its own, stretched out
until it was lying over his hand.  Why?
	"Tell me what you've got in mind, Russ."  I had no idea what I was
getting into but the theme from 'Deliverance' sprang into my head, for some
reason.  I began to realize, though, that I wasn't worried so much about
Russ.  I realized that it was me that I was worried about.  What was going
on in my head, and would it ever stop spinning enough to settle down so I
could think straight?
	"Like I said, if'n you were careful up there..."
	"No Russ.  I mean your story.  Something's going on and I don't
think there's any doubt that I'm involved."  His hand, that had been gently
squeezing my thigh, stopped but didn't retreat.
	"My boy, I'll be honest.  Mostly cuz that's always the best policy
and, frankly, I'm getting too old to hold it in anymore.  I've lived here,
in Euphoria, all my life.  It's as small a town as you can get without
becoming a household.  My parents helped found this place and I never had
the heart or the gumption to leave.  Our schoolin' was from books mother
sent for, sort of the original home schoolin'.  Kids up here today bus
forty miles to school in West Fork.  They even got them a supermarket over
there.  Hell, there's even a Wal-Mart.
	"Anyway, I did fine right here and my sister and I still keep our
parent's house for her, but I moved to the hill many years ago.  I've made
a few mistakes but, generally, I enjoy the peace and quiet.  But there has
always been somethin' nawin' at me to know what it's really like; to have
those feelin's again, but take it all the way for once.  Frankly, when I
saw you on that road squirmin' around; by the way, what was that dance you
were doin' back there?"
	"The dance of the Pee Gods," I answered seriously.
	"Huh.  Figures.  Anyway, when I saw you standin' there you were the
spittin' image of my best friend growin' up.  Even had your name, David.
He had my heart and sole until he moved away when we were a mite younger
than you.  I don't even know where he went and I'm sure he would never tell
me."  When I heard that, my eyes quickly went to his face in time to see a
single tear slide over the rough wrinkles of age to stop at the corner of
his mouth.  I also realized his voice had become softer and gentler as he
revealed a side of him that he had tried to store away, until that moment.
My sudden movement brought him back to reality, though, and he jerked
straight in his seat, both hands on the wheel of the dodger, and wiped his
eyes, as quickly as he could.
	"He was your lover?" I asked as tenderly as I knew how.  Not easy
for a jerk like me that had used up more genuine emotion since I got off
that bus than I ever had in my willful, petty life up until then.  What was
happening to me?
	"Naw," he grunted, like he was trying to regain his manly voice and
stature.  He looked at me with the kindest, warmest eyes on the verge of
another tear and continued, "No, not that I didn't want it.  But the first
time I laid my hand on his leg like I did to you?"  There was a long pause
and he let out a deep sigh, "He wouldn't have a thing to do with me from
then on to this day."
	"He's still around here somewhere, then?" I had to ask.
	The mood was over and everything was back to the present, us
inching along in the old Dodge to a cabin in the hills.
	"No, no.  He left shortly after that and the only news I got about
him was from his parents until they passed away sometime ago.  He moved
east and married some socialite.  Never had any kids, which don't surprise
me, really.  Close your mouth boy!  Hm-m."
	I had been staring at him with my mouth open I guess, mesmerized by
his story.  I was also more aware than ever that my impression of him from
the minute we met was right on the money.  He was an old softy in an old
fart's body.  Or was, up until his frog to prince awakening.  And while
that glow was a bit dimmer as he told me his sad story, it was still there.
I was beginning to like this old coot, maybe even admire him.  He as much
as admitted that he was gay; it must have taken guts to admit that to
someone who he had only known for about an hour.
	Where were these feelings coming from?  I was just coming out here
to get away from everything.  In a couple of hours I wanted to rescue a
bratty, smart mouthed toddler and heal an old heart of its pain.  Shouldn't
I be thinking more about me?  What did I know about saving the citizens of
Euphoria.  Shit!  I couldn't even protect myself from an old man if I
wanted to.  If I wanted to?  Great!
	I finally closed my mouth and stared straight ahead thinking about
what he had gone through.  For some reason, I was thinking about how angry
I was when I heard his story.  Angry at what or, more likely, at whom?
Here was a man I had just met and I was already caught up in emotions for
him.  I was angry at his best friend, who I had never met, for what he did
to my friend, Russ, centuries ago.
	"You are?"
	"What?"  I looked over to find him staring at me with squinty eyes
like he was trying to get inside me.  No!  My mind!
	"You just said you were angry at your father.  What did he do?"
His eyes returned to the road ahead as I absorbed the realization that I
spoke out my thoughts to him from some level that I didn't even know
existed.
	"My father?" I said, "My father?  Why would I be angry with my
father?" I asked, which was a lie because I knew that I was, whether I
could ever understand why or not.  I just couldn't figure out why my father
came out of my mouth instead of Russ' friend.
	He was wise enough not to speak.  In fact, he didn't even move.  In
fact, we weren't moving!  We were stopped!  I have no idea how long we had
been sitting there.  I was sure that the emotion of our conversation had
taken its toll on Russ and he pulled over at some time.
	"We're stopped!"
	"Wow!  You are a college grad-ee-ate!  Physics must have been the
basis for your thesis.  Close your mouth."  He was speaking in much
exaggerated single syllables to accentuate his sarcasm.  I looked at him,
closed my mouth again, and couldn't think of a thing to come back at him
with.  He tried without success to stifle a chuckle, then another.  Soon I
joined and it wasn't long before we were bumping shoulders and laughing at
how ridiculous it all seemed.  God, I was tired.
	I finally began to quiet down and noted two very profound things.
First, in our laughing, he had moved over and had ended up with one hand
around my shoulder and the other lay high on my thigh.  That made me a bit
tense but I guess I really didn't mind because I knew I would never let
anything come of it.
	The second thing I observed, being a student and all, was that we
were in front of the cabin, some 10 yards of grass away from the drive.  I
have no idea how we got there, where we turned, or if we turned.  Oh,
there's that third thing; I was exhausted!
	"Let's get you inside so I can get home to my bed, all alone, by
myself."  I chuckled at his obvious attempts to get me to let him stay the
night.
	"Russ, I know what you want and you really are barking up the wrong
tree.  If you thought you could tell if I would do anything, I just need
you to understand that I'm not that way," I said with a slightly
condescending tone of voice.  We got out and started toward the cabin.
	"You know, that's what David said when he pushed my hand off of his
leg.  Except, he wasn't as kind as you have been with me.  He hit me in the
eye before he stormed out of my life.  Hm-m."
	I felt sorry for him all the time it took for him to open up the
cabin, light the pilot under the water heater and set a match to a few
lanterns.  I wasn't sure what I could do to make it better for him, except
let him stay and that wasn't on my agenda.  I brought in my handful of
clothes and the few things I owned and set them inside the door.  That was
the first time I thought about dressing again, but I knew I would just be
getting undressed for bed as soon as I kicked him out.  Besides, the old
guy liked looking at my naked body.  Let him enjoy himself; it was the
least I could do.  No, it was all I could do.

***

	We stood outside the door as I tried to think of a way to say
goodnight to my new friend.  He slowly reached for my hands and drew them
up until they were together, between us.  As we both looked at what he was
doing, his hands went to my wrists and moved gently up to my elbows and
then stopped at my shoulders.  I couldn't explain the tingling I felt when
he touched me.  I couldn't explain why the space between us was quickly
being filled by my manhood as it expanded without permission from its
owner.  I hoped I wasn't turning red.  I hoped that I would get control of
what was going on here.  He spoke so softly,
	"As my David stood up to leave, back then, I told him that, yes, he
was like that if he would just admit it.  That's when he gasped and then
swung around and whacked me a good one."
	Slowly, Russ squeezed my shoulders as he drew me closer to him.
When we were within a few inches of each other my eyes instinctively
closed.  I soon felt his lips on mine in the most tender, loving kiss I
have ever experienced.  After only a second he pushed more space between us
and let his hands fall to his sides.  He let out another of his sighs, but
I think I did too, at the same time.  I wasn't really thinking straight.
	He pulled his shoulders straight and turned to leave.
	"Two things, my friend.  Hm-m."
	"Huh?"  I flunked Speech class.
	"I'll be up here bright and early with enough victuals (vittles to
us city slickers) for the rest of the week."  I was stuttering around about
how that wasn't necessary, about how I had money and he held up his hand to
silence me until I quieted and gave him a nod of acceptance.  He stepped
off the porch and began to disappear toward his truck.
	What was it about this old man that fascinated me so?  Why did my
manhood react anytime he touched me?  I wasn't like that, I had always been
with girls and they always took care of me.  This old coot had me confused.
I knew what he wanted; I knew he tried to seduce me.  I told him he was
barking up the wrong tree, but he kept coming at me.  Why?  And, why was it
I didn't think I really wanted him to stop?
	"Wait!  What's the second thing, my friend?" I shouted with a
laugh.
	"Oh!  That you are my David now, and that, yes, you are that way.
You just need to admit it.  Hm-m-m."
	I don't know how long I stood in the doorway with my mouth agape
again.  I finally realized that enough time had passed for Russ to be long
gone and there was a chill that was cutting through a very tired, confused,
naked young man.  I recovered enough to go in and close a very wobbly front
door.

***

	I don't even remember finding the bed or lying down.  I only
remember being on my stomach as my eyes tried to decide if they should open
to greet the new morning.  I also remember my mouth being open, which was
beginning to be a habit, and saliva making its escape over my bottom lip
and into the bare mattress I was laying on.  But the strangest thing was
the feeling of something lightly making circles across my bare shoulders,
back and forth.  Then it moved farther down to do the same lazy circles on
the small of my back, moving the blankets off as it went.  My eyes stayed
closed to better let my imagination run away with the feelings.  I also
felt me getting somewhat bigger between the mattress and my stomach.  I
heard someone that sounded like me moan as the circles began to make a
figure eight on my butt cheeks.  I had never felt those feelings before.
No one had ever cared about my satisfaction to take that kind of time
before.  No one...wait!
	I made the mistake of quickly turning over and popping my eyes
open.  It took forever until I could focus on the form sitting on the side
of the bed.  My turning also put the hand that was caressing my ass on the
base of my sprouted cock and part way to my balls.  My focus gained control
and I was looking into a huge smile on the face of my chauffeur from last
night, Russ.  I don't know why I should have been surprised except to find
out how he got up and returned so early.  I raised my head slightly to
stare at him.
	"Early!" he exclaimed with an obvious mock in his voice.  I did it
again.  I didn't even know I was talking out loud.
	"It's after eleven, boy.  You ought'n to have that beautiful ass
out of bed hours ago and start the new day.  Times a wastin'.  Youth!  You
waste more time decidin' to get up then you do up!  Most things that is,"
he said, as his hand went completely around my swollen penis.
	I really tried to focus on what was happening, but the only thing I
felt was Russ massaging my rock hard dick.  "Russ, please."
      "Hush boy.  Just relax and close your eyes again.  Don't think about
where the feelings are coming from.  Just enjoy 'em.  Hm-m-m."  His voice
was so soft and mellow that it seemed to float into my ears.  At the same
time I was paralyzed by the strength and confidence in his voice.  This man
knew what he wanted and followed through.
      I fell back on the bed and pulled my arm over my eyes to shut out
that bright light.  How could I not know it was a man's hand on me?  How
could I separate that from the fantastic feelings that invaded me to the
very core?  How could I feign a protest while I succumbed to these
feelings?  The menstruations he was making to my cock felt incredible.
Even while one hand would slowly knead me everywhere, his other hand would
slide up and down the length of my shaft.  Then, every once in awhile, his
palm would do circles around the tip and that sent me soaring.  It couldn't
have been more than a minute or two when I felt another hand cup my balls
between my legs and start messaging the twins in rhythm with the other
hand's magic.  I was a goner.
      My hips started bucking and I started moaning as every nerve in my
cock must have burst with pleasure at the same time.  I felt something hit
my eye, then my chin.  Something else hit my chest and then I felt a hot
liquid pulse into my navel as I began to come down from wherever Russ'
hands had taken me.  I moved my arm enough to see a wide-eyed, smiling Russ
leaning over me.  Who was I kidding?  I knew where those feelings came
from, or, at least from whom.  I knew I shouldn't encourage his affection
but, I just wanted him to know how much I enjoyed it.  My arm reached out
to find his waist and then made its way up to his shoulder.  I gave him a
small squeeze, just for an instant, before dropping my hand to the
mattress.  But he would have none of it.  He slowly leaned farther over me,
as though he were looking for something in my eye.  I smiled into his and
he kept getting closer until.
      His kiss...seemed to last the whole day or just a few seconds.  I
didn't just want the kiss to last; I wanted to swallow him up into my very
being.  I've never had anyone be more loving and tender.  Hell, I didn't
even know, until Russ, that I wanted that.  What was I thinking?
	"Whew!" he said, finally coming up for air, "You pack a mean
smoocher there."
	Even he was bright red in the face from the attention.  I felt
around with my hand a little to find that he was also excited by our kiss.
I was embarrassed when I realized where my hand was, and mortified when he
reached over to take it away.
	"I?" I gasped, totally appalled by my actions; totally confused by
my feelings.
	"That's okay youngun'.  You're not that way, remember?" he said,
standing and moving out of my vision.  "Now get that cute ass out of bed
and have some breakfast."
	"Yuk!  I never eat breakfast.  I haven't eaten breakfast in years."
	"My boy, if you're goin' to stay at this cabin you'll have to keep
your strength up.  There's a lot to do up here.  There's the door to fix,
the deck to clear, the dock to?"
	"Wait," I interrupted using as little energy as I could, "I just
came up here to rest and recuperate."  I felt the cum on my chest and
stomach start to make its way down my sides.  I was too tired to care,
though it felt weird.  I also heard him clanging around in what must have
been the kitchen or, as I remembered it, the kitchen area.
	"That's right.  That's the rest and recuperation you'll need each
night after you earn your room and board up here.  But don't worry.  I'll
be up here to tuck you in each night.  Now get up and clean that ripe young
body of yours before I do it for you."
	What did he mean he'd be up here to tuck me in each night?  Oh god!
"Look, I just need another three good hours of...wo-o-o!"  Well, that's
what you say when you're whisked up into someone's arms.  The next thing
you say is, "What the hell are you doing with me?"  We were definitely
moving somewhere.  This was a seventy-three year old man carrying me like I
was a child.  I doubt if my dad could have done it at fifty-three.  But
there we were, moving toward the light.  Outside?  When we cleared the
front door, he swung us to the left and across the deck.  I forced myself
to remember my last visit.  You go out the door, turn left and go about
twenty feet to a ramp that led out onto the river.
	Well, I had no sooner gotten those thoughts worked through my
brain's neuro-transmitters when I felt nothing but air all around me.  I
soon reached a conclusion as to my next location.  But it was sooner than
that realization that I felt the icy chill of the Compton River sucking me
into its depth.  "Oh GOD!  It's ice water!"
	Now, what happened next was something you only get to see in a sped
up movie clip.  I swear I shot up out of that river and made it to the bed
to wrap up in its blankets before the first drop of water hit the deck.
I'm sure Russ was still on the dock with his hands out, waiting to hear the
splash.  That water was one degree above ice, I swear.
	"Hm-m-m.  There's a word for this reaction," I heard him say
through the thickness of two blankets.  "Oh, yeah."  And he must have
leaned down to where he thought my ear might be and said, "Wuss!"
	Didn't bother me.  So I gathered up all my school learning and shot
back, "Sticks and stones!" in the voice of a brat younger then my little
guy from the night before.
	"You couldn't have stayed in there long enough to get the sperm
washed off, David.  The idea is to enjoy your bath."
	"Bath?" I said as I struggled to find a hole in the blankets to pop
my head out.  "Bath?  That's my bath tub?  I'll freeze every important
appendage off of my body if I have to go back in there."
	"Now, now," he said in the tone your mother would use before she
gave you a spoonful of the most horrific medicine possible.  He started to
help me peel the blankets from my body to let the cabin air help warm me.
"If it's that bad, you can always come down to my place and use my bath
tub.  It's big enough for two."  Okay, that last part didn't sound a thing
like my mother.  This old coot never gave up.
	"Now wait.  I thought I told you last night that..."
	"Oh David," he interrupted, "thanks for that kiss this morning."
	I could only sit on the edge of the bed, elbows on knees and face
buried in hands.  I felt the bed sink next to me as Russ' arm came around
my shoulder.  His voice was as tender as I've ever heard it.
	"David, relax.  I promise I will never do anything to hurt you.
But I also promise you that you are missing out on who you are and what you
truly want.  Up here, you won't even have to go looking for what you want.
I'll just bring it to you."  I was confused and scared but I was also
becoming very warm and comfortable from his arm and his voice and his
words.  I slid my arm back and wrapped it around his waist and he scooted
closer to me.  We both turned to each other and hugged for a long time.
This man was giving me what I always hoped my own dad would give me.  He
wasn't afraid to share his strength, conviction and emotions.  I didn't
know if I could handle it.  I could tell his shoulder was getting wet; the
one directly under my eyes.  I needed time to think.
	"I know, and I don't want to push you into anything that you would
regret," Russ said.  But I didn't say those words out loud, did I?
      "Your mouth's open," he said as he took off his shirt and draped it
over a chair by the door, in the sunlight, to dry.

***

      "Actually," Russ started, "There's a bathhouse up the path."
      "You know, you don't have a bad bod for being a septuagenarian," I
said as I reached for more bacon.  I don't think I even comprehended what
he'd just said.
      "Well, I don't know anything about that septua' stuff.  I've worked
hard all my life and my body has been good to me when I treat it with
respect."  He'd placed his fork on the table straight up in his fist and
was looking into the very depths of my being, it seemed.  After he made a
huge meal he sat across from me at the table.  I suppose he got hot from
the cooking because he'd left his shirt off.  Now, I've never paid any
attention to old guys, but, at seventy-three, he was a stud.  His pecs were
full even if they were covered with his gray fur.  His arms were hard and
defined like he never left the gym.  He'd probably never even been in one.
And if I had his abs, I could have had any woman; but instead, I was here
with Russ.  Of course, I was still buck-naked.  It really was getting a
little hot in here and I was comfortable; Russ enjoyed the view.  I just
needed to understand the feelings I was having.
      "Me too son."
      "Will you please tell me how you do that?" I said a little more
demanding than need be.
      "Do what?  What is it I'm doing?  Carrying on a conversation with my
new friend?"
      "Then why don't I hear me say anything?"  Boy did that sound
ridiculous.
      "Boy, do you know how ridiculous that sounds?"  He held up his fork
to stop me from speaking.  "And no, I didn't hear you just say that.  And
your mouth is open again.  Hm-m."
      Shit!

NTLFG - The End of Chapter Two