Date: Fri, 22 Feb 2008 07:46:11 -0800 (PST) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 30 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Furthermore, every word of this story is fiction. Nothing within this tale happened to anyone I know. Any reference to anyone, anything or any place, real, living or dead is coincidental. If there is someone that has written a law saying that you can't read this story because of age or local laws or other such 'wisdom', then you haven't really gotten this far into Nifty to read this anyway, right! But write to me and say how you liked it anyway. I will answer all emails. I enjoy emails. Thank you, in advance, for taking the time to write. 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I had never considered me taking on, uh, actually taking in, something the size of Elliot's boyhood in me, even though I was planning for the time when something comparatively larger to Grant would seek entrance into his nether parts; me! "I'm fine, Elliot. Thanks for your concern." I looked up at the other two boys and they were sporting semi-hard pokers and semi-smart-assed grins. Their look of anticipation was no comfort to my backside. "It's just that, if I want to show you how to be prepared and how to enjoy the experience ahead of us, I have to be willing to go through with it too." "Wow! That means I'm the only one with experience, huh?" said James, though with only wonder, no pride, in his voice. "Uh, no. I'd say that Trevor was the only one with experience, James, unless you've . . . ." "Nope. Not even back at the camp. They never got the chance, luckily. I'd much rather have someone like one of you guys do me than some ugly, mean guys rape me." His statement didn't seem to shock the two cousins. They nodded their heads in agreement. James must have been open with them about his past at some point. "So Trevor, why don't you tell us . . . Trevor?" He'd turned and was headed for the stairs. "Uh-oh. Be right back. Something's on the move down there. Like it decided it was done being forced back up into me." He began by walking gingerly but soon picked up speed to avoid any possible accidents. "Okay. We'll meet you in my room," I shouted to the cloud of dust that was where he used to be. I told the guys that we needed to find some lube and some towels. I think I could figure out where some would be, but I wasn't going to forage through Russ and Clayton's room to find it. We headed down the stairs towards my room and I kept walking into the bathroom. I began to look through the drawers and cupboards until I pulled open a drawer near the sinks. It was a smorgasbord of all kinds of useful tools. There was even a set of brand new, it says on the package, 'Three sizes of butt plugs'. Oh goody! I was trying to picture the decorator placing all this equipment here in the perfect bathroom. Then I started to panic when I wondered if the two littlest guys had the same stocked drawer in their bathroom. "Wow! I wonder if that stuff is in Dustin's and our bathroom downstairs." Said Elliot, laying a hand on my shoulder as he looked to see what I'd discovered. I pulled out two different lubes and scooted Elliot back into the bedroom. Trevor had just entered the bedroom, looking much more relieved and pounds lighter. Okay, I guessed at that one. He was starting to look through the night stands when we came in and showed him what I'd found. "Oh, good. I was wondering what we were looking for," he grinned sheepishly at Elliot and me. We were laughing when we heard a noise at the doorway. "Hey guys. Look what I found downstairs." James came in with exactly the same tubes in his hand. I was thinking how clever that was until I realized. "Uh, James, where did you find that stuff?" "Oh, there's a whole drawer full of stuff like this and more in the boy's bathroom," he said, nice and calm. I was starting to sweat. What if one of the kids had seen that stuff? Obviously Dustin hadn't or he'd have been walking around coated in the stuff, just in case he may be needed! "You know, the one in the exercise room on the lower floor. I found it a coupla' days ago. I moved it all to the highest drawer though. Ha! I can see Dustin finding it. He'd a covered himself and little Petey in it just to see what would happen." He had a good laugh at that one. So did Trevor. Elliot looked like he was mulling it over before he finally chuckled, too. I was relieved, to say the very least. "Okay, guys. Come on over and sit with me on the bed. Let's get comfy so we're relaxed. There's very little way to conduct a class and be at ease, so let's just handle this like a time of discovery." And, of course, as Trevor crawled across the bed in front of James, James made a big deal about pushing his head into the rump of his devirgined friend as it passed by his nose. He squashed his head and nose between the two solid mounds and wiggled and giggled. He had all of us laughing at his antics. It was a great stress release. Trevor laughed the hardest and, funny, he didn't pull away! "So, Trevor, when you and James experimented, you said it hurt quite a bit." "Oh my God, yes. It felt like he was missing the hole altogether, or it had been sewed shut. Then, when he finally popped in, it felt like he'd pulled two bones out of their sockets down there to make room for his big boy. Are there bones down there? It hurt so bad, I could hardly breathe." The memory of the pain itself had been forgotten from Trevor's mind enough that he just stated facts; but not so with James. He was taken back, now that the thrill had passed, and he was in tears. Elliot was in shock at hearing Trevor's plight and was rubbing his cousin's leg as his other arm went around his back. We finally noticed James and I went to him. "James, it's okay," said Trevor. "We didn't know what we were doing. It's okay. I finally got to like it good enough to cum!" He smiled at James, but it had little effect. "Guys, that's why we're here," I said, rubbing James' shoulder. He turned and buried his head, as best he could, into my shoulder. "I didn't know. I woulda stopped if I'da known how much I was hurting you. Oh hell, I shoulda stopped when I almost broke off my prick trying to get it into ya. I'm so sorry, Trevor." He looked over at his friend who nodded his head, thought a bit and then opened his arms up. James practically jumped out of my arms and into Trevor's lap, knocking them both down. Another classic show of tenderness on James' part. NOT! "Okay, okay! James, tell us what made what you did hurt Trevor." God, this was sounding so much like that age old class we all wanted to take as an elective in school, 'Fucking 101'. It seemed pretty clinical to me, but if this was supposed to be enjoyable, and I was beginning to doubt that, then we had to start at the basics. And frankly, I was stalling, knowing that I was going to volunteer to take the first plunger. "Are you okay? Can you tell us what happened?" "Well, I guess it's like anything else with muscles and stuff. Ya gotta stretch 'em first and relax 'em. I didn't come up with that. I heard it from some twinks at the camp once. They were talkin' in the shower room and were goin' over their plans for the day, I guess. One of 'em said they needed to really work slowly at stretching back there to make it easier. I didn't even put two and two together about what we just did, and compare it to what I had heard back then, until just a little while ago. Sorry again, Trev." They'd sat up but their legs were crisscrossed in front of them and they were rubbing each other's legs. It seemed to be having some effect. I looked over at Elliot. He always seemed so subdued and thoughtful. He looked to see me staring at him and blushed. I couldn't imagine all the new information he was absorbing, just as I couldn't imagine keeping growing boys from knowing about their own bodies and life, for that matter. Damn those Puritans. Hide the body. Don't talk about that stuff. For heaven's sake, don't enjoy anything physical! Well, it worked. We've got a society that shuns the gifts and the beauty that God has given us. And we start projecting our ridiculous morays to our children at such a young age that the littlest of kids shy away from showing their beautiful presence in so many physical ways. Sorry. We've just lost so much by listening to a few people. "So, let's get started. I want you all to see what we're working with here so, I guess we'll need someone to be first to go. Lay down here and lift your legs and we can all inspect you." Boy did that sound romantic. First, a few weeks before, I'd never thought I would want to be actively engaged in anything remotely to do with male on male sex. Well, that wasn't totally true; I'd had dreams and some thought, but not a lot. Then second, I guess I would have expected my first time to be with someone I cared so much for that giving myself to him would be the most sensuous, pleasurable experience ever. But, unfortunately, he was camping. Well, it seemed that Elliot wasn't going to let someone from our early, puritanical history, or his own family, keep him from his explorations and discoveries. I think I was glad at the time. He smoothed a hand over my thigh and went around it to the under side. He reached as far as he could between my legs and I finally got the hint that the lesson was moving from informative to demonstrative. Looked like I was the example and he thought he'd be 'de monster'. The other two boys helped to ease me down, flat on the bed and reached over me to grab an ankle each, I guessed. So I raised my legs into their hands and they held on, giving Elliot better access. He moved around to sit squarely in front of me, or my butt. Soon both hands were rubbing and scratching gently over my thighs, my boys and my perineum. God he was turning me on. If I was supposed to be discussing this as we went through the discovery phase it wasn't going to happen. I was trying to figure out something that, well . . . . "Elliot," I said in a barely audible whisper, "Where did you learn to do this? It feels so, whoa!" He'd moved a hand along my passage way, the valley between my two mounds of glutes. His hand stopped with a finger tip right on my portal, as if waiting for someone to answer the door. I gasped again. "I just imagined what it would feel like if you did it to me. You made me feel so great and I wanted to return the goodness. And besides, you said to take it slow." "Wow, Elliot! You're sure a quick study. I want you to work on this until you get it RIGHT! All day if that's what it TAKES! Oh my god! I can't last." He was just passing a finger over my little pucker, but Trevor and James had gotten in on the act and were rubbing my chest and soon enough, tweaking and kneading my nipples. The lesson was going to be sadly over in about a second and a half when I sprayed us all. "Okay, James, can you reach the . . . oh my god. Right there, Elliot. Oh yes! James, the lube, ah-H-H-h! Elliot, you have to stop for a few seconds or get ready to duck. Now I know why a guy wants to feel something even deeper." I could feel my pucker, um, pucker. It felt like it was twitching. I wished I could have seen it but I had to rely on Elliot as my eyes. "Wow, David. It's like you're trying to bite my finger tip. It's really neat. Feels good, huh?" Understatement El Grande! I felt James reach over toward Elliot and then his hand moved away from his caresses. In seconds it returned and I felt a sudden cold right on my special place back there. I jumped and it caused Trevor to let go of my ankle. I didn't know if I had the strength to raise my leg again. The one just lay on Elliot's shoulder so James let go and my other leg went to Elliot's other shoulder as he went back to spreading heaven over me. With the help of the lube I felt something solid going the wrong way down there. Then it was gone, then it returned and went a little farther. "Twist it around in a circle, Elliot, like you're trying to spread the wall open, which you really are." James was right though. Elliot was doing circles slowly, yet firmly and I could feel myself relax. Whew! It was a strange feeling. That wasn't supposed to be happening down there and my body didn't know where to put all the new, strange sensations. I didn't know if I liked it or not, but I had to have it. Weird. "'Kay, guys," I said, "Whose next? I want someone else to feel this too, before we move to the next step." It was quite hard, hah! I was quite hard, to give up the sensations that flooded me. But we were trying to experience and discover. Well, it had turned out to be quite an experience so far, and I discovered how much I liked it. "Oh, me, me," begged James. "Let me go. I want Trevor to do me so I can feel what I did to him, only the right way." My legs had come down so I was pointed in the wrong direction to see James' face. His voice kind of dropped at the end of his sentence, indicating his remorse. We all scooted around until Elliot and I were holding James so Trevor could stimulate his lover. And, boy, did he show his love. In a minute he had James humping and raising his ass off the bed to drive Trevor's digit in farther than where he'd had it laying. He hadn't even lubed it yet. There was a growing pool of precum filling up James' navel but he'd lost most of his erection. So his penis wasn't the center of the universe after all. James almost cried when Trevor stopped long enough to reach for the lube and greased up a finger. I'll have to admit, I'd thought of having Trevor do it without the lube so James could feel what he inflicted on Trevor, but I didn't have the heart. The idea had been to learn to do it correctly, lovingly. He held the tube over James' wrinkled eye and let two drops of lube fall. Two wild gasps came from a hot sixteen year old, barely coherent at that point. His head was shaking back and forth and his hands were trying to push his body up at the hips. A loud gasp startled Elliot and me. We both looked right at Trevor who had a shocked look on his face. "It's like he gobbled up my finger. A whole joint just got sucked in like. That was so weird and awesome!" "Next!" "No, no! Oh God, no! Just a little more, David. Please? I don't think I quite know what I'm feeling. Just another minute. Oh God!" James' voice hit every level of pitch and volume as he pleaded. But it did no good. "Next!" I called out again, pulling up on James' shoulder. I looked right at Elliot and he looked right back with fear and trembling. I didn't know whether he was afraid it would hurt so bad or that it wouldn't and he'd be hooked. "Elliot, are you okay with this? You don't have to do it; it's perfectly alright." My hand came to rest on his shoulder and squeezed gently. Elliot looked at me with a worried look, then at the two others who were just waiting for their instructions. He looked back at me but looked like he was thinking real hard. "Ya know, when we get back, Elliot, we're not gonna have a chance like this in a billion years. Ya know that, don'tcha?" I couldn't imagine what Trevor and Elliot had gone through, but I was guessing that their family's approval rating for having sex with another boy was not real high, to say nothing of finding out you came back gay. Elliot looked at his cousin, then back at me and nodded. "He's right, David. I don't want to wonder about stuff anymore. I didn't even know about this stuff a week ago. But if I don't find out; well, I just gotta." "Okay then, places, gentlemen. We have a volunteer from our audience." They all giggled as my hand swept to Elliot, presenting him to the rest of us. Elliot assumed the place on the bed, lying down. He quickly raised his legs. Trevor smiled at me and handed me the lube. He mouthed the words, "He trusts you." I got between the boy's legs and just stared for a minute. What splendor, what beauty. I was admiring a perfect sculpture of real flesh and of the smoothest variety. He might not be as smooth as Grant, certainly not as smooth as little Petey, but my eyes feasted on the marvel of a young boy, splayed and ready to be pleasured. It was my esteemed privilege to honor him with another new experience for him to put under his belt, had he been wearing one. I dropped the lube on the bed for later and ran my hands up and down the fine form of natural elegance before me. My hands tingled with the joy that they felt and sent every feeling into my brain. My eyes closed as my hands explored hard leg muscles and smooth, tender buttocks. I squeezed and kneaded for a very few seconds; certainly not as long as I would have liked to. I finally continued into the center of his being as I heard a gasp from my intended when my hand passed over his pink button. My hands roamed through their path again to be rewarded with more gasps as Elliot tried to push himself harder into my reach. He felt so wonderful. I tried to imagine what Grant would feel like down there, though we'd had the opportunity to enjoy caresses several times. "Uh, David? You gonna lube him up and stick 'em?" James had such a knack for expressing just the right endearment at the right time. I snapped open my eyes to see two sets staring back at me. The other set was clamped shut and accompanied a shaking, moaning boy. My finger went to his most sensitive of places and gently rubbed him, back and forth. "Oh my God, David. How can it feel so wonderful? More, please! Oh God, do me more!" The three of us chuckled at our normally reserved friend as he begged to be taken to new heights. My hand found the lube and quickly squeezed some out onto my target. A squeal told us that he was very sensitive right there. As my hand reached for the drops of lube, to smooth them around and, finally, push into his cavern of feelings, Trevor put his hand on mine and mouthed, "All the way." James was nodding excitedly. I knew they didn't mean more than his cumming, but it was a great idea for someone whose experience so far had only been one time of flying to climax heaven. I grabbed Trevor's hand and squeezed a dollop of lube into it. He looked at me like I was nuts, again. I pointed to the mammoth obelisk between Elliot's legs and held up my pointer finger to tell him to wait. They were both covering their mouths like little girls at the prank they were a part of. But what a prank to play; what a sensual, loving prank to gift the sensitive boy at my very fingertips. I touched the lube that covered Elliot's entrance and did small circles with two fingers. "Oh my God. That is so amazing. I can't believe that it feels so, Awr-r-gh!" screamed Elliot as the tip of my finger began its lustful dive. His moans and cries carried through us and made each of us as hard as our friend, lying there, helpless and crazy with new feelings. My finger started to do circles to relax and widen his passage. The song that came from Elliot's lips, sounds of being loved totally, drew the best smiles from the two boys, who were enjoying their helpless friend's plight. After a minute or two, and when Elliot started to buck his hips, plunging much of my finger into his tender orifice, I signaled Trevor to take hold of Elliot. Trevor was so funny. He was really enjoying Elliot's actions, but in a loving, giving way, like it was so important to do what he was about to do just at the right time. How that boy knew to hold off a second more, no, one more, was beyond me. His hand reached for and held the post of Elliot's lust. He had no sooner slid up and down that flesh twice when the deepest, most passionate moan came from someplace deep inside Elliot as his seed shot onto his torso, over and over again. Soon there was a thick line of pearly liquid from Elliot's chin to his navel. The bucking boy under us was finally calming down. Luckily, his legs were secure in the hands of James and Trevor or I'm sure I would have been kicked to death by the orgasmic teenager. Okay, it's not a word, but that's what he was - orgasmic! I think he liked it. As Elliot started to breathe again, both of his buddies were so cute. They eased his legs down onto my shoulders and wiggled down to cuddle with Elliot. They were so proud of their gift to Elliot. They each gave him a wet smooch on the side of his face. I'm not sure he would ever be the same; from the climax, not the kisses. "Wow, oh wow! How could it feel even better than the first time? Wow! That was . . . Wow!" Profound. Both boys on either side of him giggled and rubbed his body to prolong his flight a little longer. He'd closed his eyes again and melted, enjoying their play. My hands were busy stroking the outside of his thighs, then I decided it was time for round two. I squeezed some more lube on my fingers and got it warm before I touched his pucker with several fingers. His whole body stiffened and his ankles dug into my shoulders as he involuntarily raised his butt off the bed. James, meanwhile, was stroking his chest and tweaking his nipples while Trevor held his sausage. Trev didn't need to move his hand; Elliot started growing just by the touch of his cousin's hand. My left hand stroked his thigh while I began to seek entrance to his warmth. As my finger found its way deeper into the cavern before it, almost to the first knuckle, I heard the excited sounds of a boy lost in the pleasures he was receiving. I wanted no pain for him, though I figured it was inevitable when we got to the final stage unless we were prepared to take days for this to happen. I moved my finger tip around in a circle while I brought my left hand down to work on the outside edge of his hole. My finger came upon a closure, something that didn't want me in much farther. I quickly found that it was easily passed through and the victory was greeted with a loud moan by its owner. My happy finger was now most of the way in. I guess it still didn't hurt. Elliot's moans were constant and the movement of his ass kept me sliding in and out. Once in a while I'd hear the moaning muffled, then look to see his face covered by a boy's kiss. I felt a lot of movement up at their end and saw Trevor get to his knees in front of Elliot. I was concerned when I realized his intention was to give Elliot something to do while I was busy with my task. I almost stopped him because I knew that Elliot had never sucked on a cock before. My fears were put to rest and my own shaft took a lightning jolt when I saw Elliot suck in Trevor's staff as soon as it touched his waiting lips. I was dripping into a growing pool of precum between my legs. James was cranking on himself as he pulled on Elliot. I decided to do it. I placed another finger against the tight pucker and eased it in. Elliot sucked in most of the air in the room along with Trevor's hot tuber. He coughed a little making Trevor pull out. "Oh God, yes! How can it feel like that? It hurts, David, but then, it sends me, . . . oh God, into orbit or something. I can't explain . . . Ar-r-rg-h! Oh yes. It's like it guframloff." I looked up to see his mouth full of Trevor again. Trevor raised up the palms of his hands in a classic, 'what's a horny boy to do?' look. I would have laughed if it weren't so hot looking. My fingers dove in a fraction of an inch and eased out. When they went in, there was a gasp. When they came a ways out there was a breath of relief. My eyes were on Elliot and he looked up at Trevor or at me unless he closed his eyes to feel something so deep and pure he could barely take it. "Is it still good, Elliot? Should I go on?" He nodded his head sharply to indicate complete agreement, but his movement sent Trevor over the edge as his teeth made contact. Trevor's dick jumped from its hot confines and shot its magnificent load all over Elliot and the pillow behind him. Trevor was screaming in ecstasy until James came to the rescue. He lurched forward and gobbled the swinging flesh into his mouth and sucked hard. Trevor yelled as though it would come off in James' mouth but soon began to calm down. James finally pulled off, smacking his lips. Then both boys dove onto Elliot to clean up Trevor's mess. The result was two faces slick with cum and a boy going mad on the bed, wet from the tongues of the two excited boys. "More, James. I want you now." Elliot was insatiable! James rose to the occasion, sacrificing his steel hard sword into the hot, wet sheath of Elliot's mouth. James screeched to show contact of a wonderful kind had been achieved. Every time something up at their end happened, things got tighter or looser at my end. During one loose time I pushed another, the third finger into Elliot. He didn't even flinch. I kept twisting back and forth, realizing that three fingers were as big as my diameter. "Oh God! He's good!" James squealed. "You want me to go get a dildo from the downstairs bathroom, David?" That would have been quite a sacrifice to him. He didn't look like he wanted to go anywhere until he'd cum at least once more. "Blarf-oda-aldsao-fret!" That was Elliot trying to talk with his mouth full. James pulled out, reluctantly. "No, David. I want you in me, please? I need to feel filled with someone, not something. Please?" I looked into his eyes and saw tears had formed, ready to drip down his cheeks. There was pain there but he was insisting. I looked down at what he wanted and where he wanted it and he seemed more than ready to take the plunge. Trevor moved around and grabbed the lube. With a gleaming smile he grabbed my hardon and stroked me to cover me liberally with lube. Then he dropped some around my hand so it would work its way into Elliot. Trevor moved back so I could get to my knees. My cock was pulsing like mad. I figured it would touch the scorching bud of Elliot's anus and explode before it even broke through the surface into the molten heat within. I moved to get the right angle and looked into Elliot's eyes. His smile was a 'yes' to proceed, even a pleading to hurry, but it was also very, very similar to someone else's. And that's why I didn't go in. I gingerly got off the bed, trying to hold up Elliot's ankles, and motioned for Trevor to come to me. He was confused until I handed him Elliot and moved his hips closer to where I was a minute before. I then grabbed the lube and washed Trevor's steel in lube. Then I put my gushy hand on Trevor's backside and pushed him gently forward until he touched Elliot. "Go slow, Trevor. Do him the way you wanted James to do you. Remember though. You just came so you could last a long time. Be so careful and slow, okay? Love him; both of you. Okay?" They both nodded to me, a little confused. I don't even think Elliot realized who was going in. He was in another world. I heard a gasp from Elliot and saw the tip of Trevor's penis slide an inch into the hot tunnel. Then I turned around and left them to their pleasure. I could still hear the gasps, sighs and grunts of the loving they were all enjoying as I made my way to the stairs and up. End of Chapter 30 To be continued Comments on the story are very much appreciated. Someone asked me to do a spin off on Petey a little later in his effervescent life. I don't know! What do you think? Well, I guess I got my answer. None! So, we'll end this one quickly and move on, I guess. Thanks for your faithfulness. Thank you for the emails you've written. Each one is an encouragement. I get to answer all of them. Please don't stop. 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