Date: Fri, 21 Sep 2007 08:29:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 23

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 23


	"Someunz here, Grampa Russ!" screamed the smallest chocolate
covered boy as three naked projectiles flew off to the entryway to open the
door to what could have been a perfect stranger.  Sam tried to call out to
tell them to ask before opening the door but we heard the door open before
his voice could travel to reach their ears.

	"Auntie Charlotte!  Auntie Charlotte!"

	"Dad, it's Auntie Charlotte!"  To which Sam looked at the rest of
us, now standing at the table, and mouthed, 'no kidding!'  He then
explained that she had been invited for dinner but he was supposed to pick
her up in an hour.  Russ and he looked at one another, trying to figure out
how she got there when they heard a familiar voice.

	"Russ, you scoundrel, were you gonna make our lovely lady here
wheel herself all the way up to this Godforsaken place?"

	"You old quack, Owen!  You know well enough this is a God blessed
place.  That's why you want to come up here and see all the great views.
Only this time it's little boys and handsome young men, you old pervert!"
It was all he could do to keep from laughing as he threw his arm around
Clayton's waist and squeezed.  Clayton obviously enjoyed the display of
affection.  His arm matched Russ' the other way around the man so near to
him.  God, they were handsome together.

	"Now, you boys hush and let me get a look at my little ones here,"
bellowed Aunt Charlotte.  Her voice carried into the next county.  I think
I could hear an echo coming from the valley below.  "My, my, boys!  Did
your grampa let you do finger-painting on each other?  What is that all
over you?"

	By this time we'd all moved toward the entry; in fact, we walked up
just as our visitors and three sweet boys rolled around the corner.  It
just happened to put Aunt Charlotte even with me in my altogether state,
having forgotten, as usual, that I needed to dress for company.

	"Oh Russ," she fairly shouted, while looking directly at my package
of treats, for her and all the world to see, "I do so much like what you've
done with the place."  Then she actually licked her lips!

	Needless to say, three boys, no, not Petey, but James, were on the
floor, literally crying, they were laughing so hard.  Ole Doc Owen was
gasping for breath at such a statement, but I think he was being very
righteous in front of the lady.  And, of all people, Russ let out a hoot at
my expense that turned heads.  Oh, he really enjoyed it.

	But our sweet Petey; he just grinned like he should know what was
going on and started to rub his own little peter, absentmindedly, while he
walked up to his favorite auntie and asked to sit on her lap.  She couldn't
get him up there fast enough.  Then she signaled back to whoever was
pushing her and motioned them forward.

	Well, I'm sure you'll think the writing demon has been summoned
from me but I'm not taking six chapters to tell what you missed at the
dinner table. Good food, good talking, lots of laughter, not all of it at
my expense either.

	Then it happened.  Aunt Charlotte saw the framed photo sitting near
the table as we were finishing dessert.  She was wagging her finger in that
direction when she said,

	"Is that new?  Who is that?"  Then she tapped Petey on the shoulder
as his spoon was trying to find his mouth, and asked him to bring the photo
to her.  None of us could get him to hurry like he did for his adopted
Auntie Charlotte.  He was back in a flash, with the picture securely held
out in both hands.

	"Here it is, Auntie Charlotte.  I gotz it for ya.  And, know what?
Grant's daddy gotz it for his daddy and, know what?  Russ is Sam's daddy."
He beamed at his knowledge of the DeWitt family tree, but I'm sure he had
room for at least one more detail.

	"Well, I declare Petey, you get up on Auntie's lap and I'll let you
in on a little secret."  Petey laughed as he climbed up to hear the secret
of all secrets coming from this wonderful woman whose lap was made just for
a Petey sized boy.  Now there was just a minute or two delay as Auntie
Charlotte continued to help Petey into her lap, long after he was well
seated.  It was her excuse to hold him tight and rub his thin legs and
tummy and hear him coo and purr his enjoyment of her attentions.  Soon, two
other boys were close by, thinking that this matronly monarch of the DeWitt
family was about to reveal the formula to Silly Putty or some such valuable
knowledge.

	I could see that Aunt Charlotte was in total command of this
performance.  I looked quickly over to see Sam acknowledge with rolling
eyes, that he was surely the audience of many of these secret tellings when
he was small.

	"Now, boys, gather closer.  Secrets can't be blurted out like
baseball scores, now can they?"  All three boys were shaking their heads,
but, whether it was from her question or the fact that she was screaming it
out due to her own deafness and it hurt their ears, was questionable.

	"That man over there," she started, pointing to Russ, "Is the young
man right here in this picture.  Do you know how I know that, boys?"  And
they didn't, so they shook their heads slowly.  "It's because I took the
picture.  And do you know why I came to take this photo of these two
handsome young tykes, my boys?"  And, again, they could only wait until she
decided to reveal the mystery in her own way, so they all just shook their
patient heads.  And waited.

	I don't think she was sleeping; I think she was just giving pause
for effect, but I can't be sure.  Finally...

	She pointed slowly at Grant, right up to his chest and said,
"Because I'm your Grampa Russ' sister."  And she spread her hands to reveal
that her secret was out.

	Well, Grant and Dustin, who already had a pretty firm handle on
that secret, moaned and groaned as they slumped to the ground, disappointed
that they were without the story of their little lifetimes.  But Petey
actually looked at her hands to see if something had magically appeared,
then looked at her with his wide eyes, waiting for the next sage words.

	"Petey,' said his Grampa Russ, "That's it.  I'm her brother and
she's my sister.  That's the big secret."

	The smile never left his face; his eyes never blinked.  He just sat
back in his nest on Charlotte's lap and mouthed a slow, 'Oh-h-h-h.'  And
let her hands do their own magic on his soft skin.  That was special enough
for our Petey.  And wonderful for a younger looking Aunt Charlotte because
of that little guy who loved her dearly.

	The house rules had all of us in shorts and T's for the meal, but
Doc Owen decided he wanted to see how I was healing.  Obediently, I stood
in front of him, having removed my shirt so he could see the few places
that were still on their last days of pink.  It was funny but, as soon as
my shirt came off, Aunt Charlotte had to come closer to scream some
question to the good doctor.  It happened to bring her to within striking
distance of me and my semi-naked condition.  But, don't worry.  My
semi-naked condition didn't last that long.

	"Now, my boy, please drop your drawers and let's get this over
with."  He fluttered his fingers at my shorts in case I'd forgotten what
he'd meant by my 'drawers.'  And if I had forgotten, there was plenty of
help close by to remind me.  Three boys saw it as their signal to join me
in my unwrapped condition, something that had Aunt Charlotte smiling and
the older men shaking unbelieving heads.  Even James was skeptical but he
had help, too.

	"Come on, James.  You don't have ta wear stuff 'round here.  We'ze
FREE!  Ha ha!"  A happy little 5 year old did his naked dance for James and
to the delight and laughter of all who watched him.  I have to admit that
it would have been a shame to keep such beauty wrapped up in even the
lightest, loosest of clothes.  Natural clad children just seem to emanate
their natural state to all around, to fit into the course of the way things
should be.

	My help wasn't limited to them either.  I was still chuckling as
three boys attacked James and started to tickle him on the carpet in front
of us, pushing and pulling on his two last pieces of clothes.  My other
helper was, of course, Aunt Charlotte, who seemed to be looking at the
handles of her wheels to push closer still.  And the doctor was certainly
encouraging.

	"Come on, boy.  No sense in being squeamish.  We're all family here
and you certainly have no qualms about parading your bare ass all over this
haven of nudity.  Ha!  And I just need to make sure you're doing well in
the other places too."  So, before Aunt Charlotte rolled closer to assist,
I slipped out of my shorts and stood up straight and proud.  And he didn't
really take that long examining me.  He turned me around, because that's
where most of the burn was, on my sides but nearer the back.  When I was
looking away from him and Charlotte's all seeing eyes, the two oldest
little goof-offs, Dustin and Grant, got a gleam that immediately spelled
trouble for me.  It only took a word or two between them and soon, they
were playing seductively with each other like two hyperactive nymphos;
digging at each other in a display that I realized was supposed to make me
rise to salute their acting abilities.  But my determination, my
perseverance, my resolute demeanor.... was useless.  They were so
beautiful, even in their childish ways, as they assaulted each other's
bodies with caresses and sloppy kisses, looking up occasionally to laugh at
my response, that their mission was a total success.  And, of course, just
about the time I was totally erect on my feet and between my weakening
legs, the kind doctor saw fit to turn me back around.

	"Oh my!" was Aunt Charlotte's first sign that she may have noticed
an eight inch change in my stance.  "You are a most beautiful child, my
dear.  Oh yes indeed."

	"Now, David," said Doc Owen, in his most soothing voice, "just
relax and calm down.  Hell, if you don't stop blushing I can't tell what's
burn and what's embarrass."

	Well, that finally got Russ, Sam and Clayton's attention and they
came over to see what was up.  Ha!

	Clayton quickly pulled the two little lovers apart, after they'd
moved their display around to my front again.  He was helping by laughing
and swatting at the two culprits of my condition.

	Russ helped with, "Ha!  Well, Doc looks like he's right healthy to
me.  Ha ha!  What do you think?  Ha ha!"  Some help.  Doc finally slapped
my cheek and told me I could go, that he was done examining me.  I had
glanced over to see Aunt Charlotte clench her fists and look a little upset
that her show had moved away from her grasp.

	"Okay, everyone under the age of eleven," Clayton called out, "time
for kisses and hugs, teeth washing and all that stuff so you can wake up
bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in the morning; another big, full day ahead of
you."  Petey was looking behind him for his bushy tail, but it was a cute
joke on his behalf.  It gave Clayton time to grab him and squeeze him to
unconsciousness almost before he plied a ton of kisses all over him.  But
there wasn't time for him to finish.  Two other boys were waiting in line
for and received the same loving from their nurse and friend.  The boys
continued their rounds to each adult; even James, who was astounded that
they would want him to be a part of their family.  But he soon brought his
own style to the occasion as his hands went down each boy's sides until
just passed their arms, only to tickle all the way up as he lavished sloppy
wet kisses all over giggling faces until they dropped out of his reach in
self-defense.

	The olders were each tossing the boys around and, when it was her
turn, their Auntie Charlotte was bringing up the rear by rubbing up their
rears in the kind, loving way that a mom or an aunt should to a beautiful,
naked boy in their arms.  They especially liked her attention.  In fact, I
had to go and pull Petey away from her so they could continue their journey
down to their beds.  Clayton went with them to keep order but I had a
conversation between Grant's and my eyes that told him I would be down
shortly.  His wink and giggle told me that he understood.  I understood by
looking at his wilting body that I'd have to be quick or I'd loose him in
his dreamland for the night.

	Just as the floors between us silenced the munchkin's voices, I was
pulled away from their images by Russ' voice.

	"Now, boy, get your a..., I mean your tanned behind over here so's
we can talk about what's goin' on here."  His glance at Charlotte made her
scrunch her mouth in disbelief of what had almost slipped from his pure
lips.  Oh, brother!

	"Russell if you want to say ass around me then do so!  You don't
have to hold back because you think my ears can't take your swearing.  I
have been praying for you since you were born and I will till the good Lord
takes the first of us.  Now, what's all this fallderall anyway?"

	"Oh, it's nothin", Lottie.  I just want to know a little about him;
that's all."  I didn't know what was going on.  I had never even thought
about how little anyone there knew about me.  In fact, I had just realized,
no one there even knew my last name.  Not even Doc Owens, because I was out
when they brought me in and left before they even got around to asking.
And, with Russ paying for all the medical, it was never asked of me.  So, I
wasn't the least bit intimidated when he told his sister that he wanted to
know about me.  I trusted him with everything I had, including my heart,
and this was just another deeper thread into their family that I could help
weave.

	There was just one thing.  I really wanted to get back to my fella'
before he dropped off for the night.  Mind you, I was only thinking of him
and the promise I'd made to him.  See how far I'd come?  Totally unselfish.
Did I hear lightning?

	"Okay, David, I know you want to get downstairs and say goodnight
to the little ones," said Russ.

	"And probably wouldn't be a bad idea to double-up on your sleep
too.  We don't want you getting sick of another kind, now do we?"  That was
Doc Owen.  He really was a saint.  "We've got plenty to talk about without
your history lesson.  You go on; Skedaddle!"  So I did, or started to.

	"Just one thing, David," said Russ as Charlotte once again took the
photo into her hands to study it and the memories, forever glued to its
surface and sealed within it.  "What is your last name, young man?"  There
were suddenly four sets of eyes on me, staring as though they could see the
letters to the answer they all expected coming out of my mouth before they
heard my voice say them.

	"That's right!" said Charlotte, like she was talking to the people
of West Fork, totally oblivious to a conversation going on next to her, "I
remember that cute young David's name now.  It was . . ."

	"Lottie, darling, let him talk."  Russ was insistent, and they all
turned to me again.  Even Clayton had returned and was sitting with Russ.
I guess I knew all along that there must be some connection.  But I didn't
expect this kind . . .

	"Hastings.  My father's name is David Hastings; senior by the way.
What?"  It was their look.

	Mouths were dropped open like they'd seen a naked . . . oh, I was
naked.  Well, they were surprised; all but Charlotte.  I couldn't
understand why, so I did a real pleading look at Russ, trying to pull the
answer out of him.

	"Son, I'da bet my savings on another name.  I coulda' sworn till
doomsday that you'da had another name on your shingle.  I'da sworn you were
gonna come out with . . ."

	"Childers," came the same name from both Charlotte and him.  It
didn't ring any bells for me.  I guess I was expecting . . . .

	"We were too, my boy; we were too.  Close your mouth."  I have to
admit, he sounded a little disappointed.

                                   * * * *

	I wasn't thinking of what had just taken place as I slipped in
between the sheets of our bed.

	"Hm-m-m-m.  I thought you'd never get here.  I want to lay on you.
Can I?"

	"That sounds just like what I want, too."  And with that, he pushed
and prodded me until he was on top, shining his beautiful smile in my face.
He was low enough on me that we joined together perfectly at the, ah, hip;
okay, our penises were right next to each other.  I couldn't help but give
a little laugh.

	He did his little cooing thing into my chest before he said,
"Whatcha laughin' for, David?"  It was so soft and quiet; his voice.  I
loved his sound so much; but, I really had to strain to hear him.

	"I just feel so special that it bubbles over sometimes.  It's you
that makes me feel special, you know."

	"Hm-m-m.  I do, too.  I mean, feel special when I'm with you.  But,
especially now.  I love just this."

	"Just this?  What's just this, little one?"  I could feel him begin
to move from side to side.  I felt him going up and down a little too.
Then a giggle.  Then silence while he continued his gyrations, increasing
his intensity a little.  My hands had the pleasure of cupping his sweet
little mounds of flesh, so I helped him with his moving.  Of course, this
put a little more pressure on his middle against my middle.  I felt him
breathing a bit harder but I also felt a low giggle coming from my love's
tummy.

	"Know what?"  Just a whisper.

	"No, what?"

	"I love to be here on ya like this.  You just fit me so nice and,
h-m-m, and yummy."  His head lay on my chest until I reached into his
armpits to bring him closer to my head.  When he was over me, he started to
giggle again.  I was beginning to think he was nervous or something.

	"Now what, little pooper?  You're a laughing little tyke tonight,
aren't you?"

	"Uh-huh!  Cuz I know what you want now, huh?"  He giggled more
then, he stopped and looked directly into my eyes; you know?  He was doing
the DeWitt thing.  His eyes squinted a bit, like he couldn't see clearly
enough or as deeply as he wanted, until his eyes slowly got bigger and his
smile opened to a gaping mouth in awe.  Then, just as slowly, he went back
to that incredible smile and I heard, "Yes, you can." from his closed
mouth!  Oh my God!  It was contagious!

	His eyes got a little bigger, probably in reaction to my eyes going
all agog.  Once again, he settled down and, this time, licked his lips
twice, and then leaned in to connect his glorious, tender lips to mine.  I
was in ecstasy, amazed that something so simple could make a mind explode
in the most loving, sensual feelings ever known to man.  At least, this
man: by this loving boy.  My hands began to move over his body, his smooth,
soft, tender flesh.  Our mouths were still closed and, as my hands moved
gently but firmly to every part of his body that I could reach, his eyes
shone with happiness.  And then I felt something warm prodding my lips.  It
wasn't only my lips that granted him entrance that night.  It was also my
heart once more.  Layers upon layers of his love swept over me.  His little
tongue reached and reached and then touched my tongue where it lay waiting
to be seduced by his.  Seduced!  I was melting from his overpowering warmth
and love.  My tongue welcomed his and they had their own lovemaking inside
my mouth; not crazy or intense, just simple gliding along each other or
gentle pushing; just sweetness like I have never felt from any other being.
At one point I closed my lips around his tongue and gently sucked.  It
surprised him enough to pull up and gleam his smiling face at me before
returning to his task.

	Oh, I often wondered, after those nights, if he knew what he was
doing to my mind, my whole existence, besides what he did to my trembling
body.  But in the end, it didn't matter if he called it love.  He never
seemed like it meant anything more than the most precious time we had
together should be.  I just relished in his giving.

	But then he licked my lower lip; two or three times, in fact.  I
knew he was tired, but, no!  He slipped down to my chin, then to my neck.
He giggled just a little, tickling my neck.  Maybe it was my day-long
stubble.  I felt him pull up his legs next and when they were high enough,
he gained the leverage to begin to go around my head, smothering me in
hundreds of kisses and little licks.  His next destination, by way of my
left shoulder bone, was my nipple.  Now, I don't think he could have made
them harder than they were but I didn't know that until he washed it clean
and then nipped at it until I was squirming and rutting, trying to get away
from him or push my breast into his mouth; I'm not sure which.

	"M-m-m!  You taste all salty and like the smell of clean clothes.
M-m-m."  And he turned his attention to my other nipple.  After some light
nibbling, sending shockwaves throughout my body over and over again, he
looked up smiling.  "You've got no hair on you.  Dad and Grampa have lots
of hair on their arms and, hm-m, everywhere."

	"Which do you like the most, Grant; hair or no hair?"  He seemed to
think for a few seconds and I watched as his face turned into his wonderful
smiling self.  He was certainly my favorite.

	"I like you most," he said, wrapping his arms as far around me as
he could; laying his head on my chest.  "I don't care if you have hair or
not; I want you, I want to love you.  I like your smell and," (giggling),
"your taste."  I felt a small hand glide down my side from below my arm pit
and stop at my hip.  Then it began to move toward my middle, but was
stopped by a warm, cuddly munchkin laying on that hand's target.  I felt
his legs slip to my sides grinding our two manhoods together in a heated
kiss between us.  Just barely touching the bed on either side of me, he
raised up enough to let his hand seek its goal.  My hands had the pleasure
of holding his smooth naked hips as I aided him in reaching a goal I sought
as much as he.

	Oh my God!  It felt so wonderful to feel his fingers wrap their way
as far as they could around me.  The fusion of our bodies made it so warm
down there, I thought I would melt for sure.  But mostly, knowing it was my
little Grant that was doing the touching, wanting to do the touching, that
made it more special than anything ever in the existence . . .Okay!  He
felt so very good on my chest.  I'm sure my moaning helped to assure him
that what he was doing felt wonderful.  I could hear and feel him chuckling
at my sounds.  It only added to my infatuation with the boy laying on top
of me.

	"H-m-m.  Guess where I'm headed?  H-m-m.  Nu-ummy."  He'd let go of
my hard piston between our sweating bodies and moved away enough to renew
his exploration with his tongue and soft lips.  He was driving me
absolutely wild!  I tried to answer him but, just as my mouth opened, he'd
reached my navel and dug into it like there was treasure buried in it for
his young tongue to dig out.  I couldn't believe how sensual it felt.  I
was almost sure that if he kept it up for much longer, his chest would be a
sticky, warm mess in no time.

	"Oh my God, Grant.  Ah, what you do to me.  Oh man!  You are
sending me through the clouds.  Do you know that, little lover?  And, where
you are going?  It doesn't matter because just having you with me is so,
ah-h, oh my God!  Okay!  It matters!  God, Grant, you are so great!  Oh,
augh!  Are you headed for, . . . oh Grant!  You make me want to cum so bad.
You are going to be so wet if you don't watch out, little man."

	His tongue had scraped out everything inside my belly button and
deeper, it seemed.  He was now going around the outside of it.  As he
circled, the diameter would get bigger but he would dip farther downward
each time.  Then his chin began to bump my engorged penis, causing to
penetrate through me to every part of my body.  I thought we had made love
before. He was showing me what giving was all about; and, if he wasn't
careful, he was going to find out what receiving was all about too.

	"Oh, Grant, I really love what you are doing but I need to tell you
that you are going to experience a drenching in a few seconds if you keep
up with. . . Arugh!  Oh God, Grant.  I love you so much."

	I could feel him giggle and it didn't really help to prolong my
pending explosion.  If it happened as hard as I was feeling right now,
people would be waking up in West Fork from my screaming.  I was actually
getting worried about how high he was sending me.  Then I heard,

	"Mif wunpk uutuu klumph.  humpg, nif uudoo itifll mikmay houapee.
h-m-m-m.  He he."  H-m.  Well, I think it will make him happy but I was
pretty sure I didn't want him to have that happiness inside him just yet.
We had a long time to wait for that before . . .Arugh! . . .okay, God!  Oh
Yes!  Not long really!

	He had found my most sensitive skin.  It happened to be anywhere on
my very steel hard rod that he was now licking up and down.  Throughout all
this he hadn't used any hands.  They were needed to prop him up, over me.
So his attention to my cock was accentuated by his moving it back and forth
as well as his wonderful strokes all the way up and down its surface.  He
must have decided that the underside wasn't getting its fair share of
attention because now he was burrowing into me to get under my log as it
lay on my belly at his total disposal.

	My feet were planted firmly, and I mean dug into, the bed, so I
could push my self into him.  He was on his knees between my legs with his
hands next to my hips so that me raising up almost pushed him away.

He finally slapped my cheek down there and said, "Hey!"  He moved his arms
quickly to between my legs, moved one of his legs so that he was straddling
one of my thighs, and fell back to his work.  Only, oh God in heaven, this
time he attacked the tip of my ever ready to explode fire cracker with a
determination that frightened me.  It was soon, not only in his mouth, but
he was sucking on it so hard I thought my boys were going to shoot through
into his hot mouth.  I was on my tippy toes and shaking the bed so hard; my
moans had to be waking the household.  I knew that when I came, my life
would be over, after the second most recent explosion of my life, and there
wouldn't be a door to protect me from my doom this time.  Ye-e-e-es!  Let
it happen!

	Some still sane place kept reminding me of what would be drowning
Grant in seconds if I didn't move him off of me.  Oh, believe me; I wanted
to cum in him, I just couldn't let that happen just yet.  As I was about to
one: explode to smithereens, and two: move his head off of me first, he
moved to bury his head in the other side of me between my aching appendage
and my hard stomach, using his tongue to burrow into me again.

	Then the dam broke, everything erupted and I died a wonderful
death.  I came; and came; and came.  Oh my God did I come.  I was still
enjoying the sensations of him buried into my belly, licking away at the
side of my gushing cock and I could feel him laughing throughout what I was
experiencing.  I could also feel him humping on my leg something fierce.
Someplace within me I had to gather up the strength I needed for my boy;
the very strength he had just sapped from my very core so that I could live
the greatest orgasm ever.  Wow!  But . . .

	"Who-o-a!" was all he said as I grabbed him under the arm pits and
pulled him up to me.  The first thing I did was match his amazing smile as
best I could, then I plunked the most tender but deepest kiss on those
sweet lips as a little thank you for his amazing gift to me.  Last, I
turned him over until he was on the bed and I was over him.  That's when I
noticed and couldn't help but start laughing.

	"What?  What are you laughing at now, David?  Didn't I do good?"
He wasn't upset or disappointed.  He was caught up in what I found so
funny; you know, wanting to know so he could join in the fun.  What I'd
noticed was a long line of my sacrificial offering to the cum gods,
streaked all along the right side of his head, from under his ear up to the
top of his head.  I certainly didn't want to upset him or gross him out and
I knew I didn't want his high to wane anymore than it did.

	"Grant, I love you so much.  You just tickle me when you love me so
good.  You are the best lover anyone could ever dream of."  His laughing
stopped and his grinning turned into a full fledged DeWitt smile, complete
with red cheeks.  God, he was so cute, I could eat him up; and that was
exactly what I had planned.

	"Really?  Really and truly, David?  You're not just sayin' that cuz
you're a horny toad, huh?  Your not . . .H-A-A-A-A-A!"  It wasn't a laugh.
It was a shreak!

	While he was pestering me with questions, I was raised over him as
far as my legs and arms would stretch me.  Then I practically fell onto
him, without so much as touching any other part of his body and sucked his
whole package as far into me as I possibly could.  M-m-m-m!

	I tried to be as rough as I could but be as tender as a boy needed,
to not come out of his experience bruised.  I must have found the right
formula because he was twisting and jumping, moaning and cooing, and
slapping my back one minute only to rub me tenderly the next.  The feelings
in me, especially my mouth were incredible.  He was my first, my only, and
I loved where I had him just then.  I mouthed him and pushed and prodded
with my tongue.  I let him escape almost all the way only to suck him all
the way back in me, causing him to rut up and gasp, pushing himself into me
even farther.

	Unfortunately, I was doing a grand job because I could tell when
his demeanor said he was moving to his own heaven.  He started to really
push and grab at my head to keep me on him.  His moans and grunting
increased to crescendo with his orgasm as it took him over into a blissful
wonderland of magnificent feelings.  I know; I had just come from that
place myself.

	But I was too selfish.  I hadn't had my fill.  I rose up to see his
eyes still closed and I swept his sides with my palms, forcing his legs to
try to come up instinctively, to protect him from my advances.  Then I fell
again on his still hard little nubbin and his two little berries in their
tiny sack next to it.  I sucked him in again completely, savoring the
freshness of his clean package, combined with the growing, amazing musky
smell of sweaty boy that was all my doing and at my mercy.

	I was only able to enjoy my meal for the briefest of moments, it
seemed, when he was once again rutting and panting, kicking even harder
than before, trying to fill my mouth with his whole being.  Over he went
again into the skies, exploding into another, even greater orgasm then
before, maybe more than he could even handle.  He took a long time to calm
down and I enjoyed watching him for each of those delicious seconds,
savoring his body with my eyes, loving his chest as it went from his hard
panting to relaxed breathing again.  Even the semen that I had anointed his
head with was gone, or at least pushed into his scalp during his twists and
turns and flopping around.

	I rose up again, after he began to calm down.  I looked for signs
of life, and when there were none, I realized that my job was done.  'What
a way to go, my Grant', I thought as a satisfied grin came over my face.
Then I saw the same grin begin to eek out of my little lover's face until
it filled his every pore totally.  He slowly opened his beautiful eyes and
reached up to put his arms around my neck.

	"Yeah," he said in the softest voice, "What a way to go.  H-m-m-m.
David?  Close your mouth."


NTLFG - The End of Chapter Twenty-three
To be continued

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