Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2008 23:41:21 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 31 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 tell me if you liked it anyway. I will answer all emails. I enjoy emails. Thank you, in advance, for taking the time to write. Unless you too have submitted a story, there is no way to know how important it is to hear how you, the reader, like an artist's work. Thanks again. Finally, there is not enough room to express my gratitude to my friend, Dwight Wilson for his dedication to the editing of this work and encouraging me to continue. Read Brad's Idol in Adult/Youth (now completed) and New Horizons in Authoritarian (it's really a beautiful tale about freeing boy slaves and very anti-authoritarian, to say nothing of the emotions it evokes) to know the experience he brings to my story. You will not be disappointed! He's starting . . . oops! I'd better not give it away. Sh-h! I need you to continue to keep me honest. Tell me your likes and dislikes, your ideas. Mail me, Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com * * * * * * Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 31 I had planned to be the guinea pig in our little classroom demonstration, the person that took it in the end, so to speak. It was going to be my way of knowing what Grant would go through, when and if the time arrived. I kept coming back to the insane notion that I could never plug him without trying it on for size, myself. Hell, I might have liked it. Elliot seemed to be okay with it, at least in the early stages. No one had come running up the stairs to tell me that we needed to rush anyone to the hospital because of breakage back there. As I lay sprawled on a love seat, my head propped on one of its arms and my legs sticking out over the other, I tried to picture me putting my penis up to my little guy and plunging in. God, just the thought of it made my bowels lock up. Man, it was hot by the window. It made me sleepy after the energy we'd used up downstairs. My eyes were heavy as I tried to process my thoughts. Okay, I know that we're all very flexible and that it's not bone back there, but stretchable muscle. I know that. I know that, with time, people can get to the place where they can take almost anything through that small orifice with only tolerable pain, even a great deal of pleasure. That I know, too. What I didn't have a grasp of was Grant's motivation to allow me to open him up for my pleasure. He was in game mode when we played our sexy games. When we cuddled we were loving, loving as very close friends, but at that point in his ten year old life, I couldn't imagine that he was capable of an intimate, romantic relationship with anyone, including me. Oh, don't get me wrong. I was dead sure that he was devoted to me and enjoyed the looks and feel of giving me pleasure, of being with me constantly, but I was also convinced that he was too young in his naive life to know why he wanted to do those things for me. I was not about to risk his welfare to find out I was right. I could wait for the time it took for my sweet boy to know what he wanted and why he wanted it. My resolve was strong but so was the weight on my eyelids. I closed them to let them rest while I continued my thoughts. Before I could get back on track I heard the front door slam shut. H-m-m. I waited for someone to call out but the silence didn't give away the identity of the person until I heard the bare feet of someone rather small walking to where I was reclined. 'I missed you, my David.' Such a heavenly voice that could only belong to my Grant. 'Oh, how I missed you too, little one. Can I have a kiss?' I knew I was smiling big time and I could almost hear the smile beaming from his happy little mug. God, I'd missed him so much. 'Kay. But I got more than that for you, too.' His voice was as seductive as any female I'd ever been with. It threw me for an instant. I felt him move to my side until his warm skin touched my side. I immediately became as hard as steel and as hot as lava. I sensed him leaning over me and felt his lips caress mine with the lightest of touches. As soon as I opened my mouth to let him explore, he pulled back, but only for a second. I felt his delicate hands on my chest and my whole being turned into one big goose bump at the sensation of having him touch me again after so long. His hands did slow circles around my pecs and then came to rest over my nipples. I felt his thumbs and forefingers take a nipple each and play with it until I thought I'd burst. His giggling at my moaning only made my desire for him stronger. I could barely hear him humming. It was so familiar. He got louder as his hands left my chest and slid down my sides and back up several times. Then I recognized it, the tune. It was that kids' tune whose lyrics could be about anything, but I didn't have to guess what was in Grant's head. He sang it softly, clearly, so that it filled my being with a lust that would take a lake of ice cubes to cool down. 'I've got a surprise for you. I've got a surprise for you.' Over and over he sang his little ditty, his hands doing wonderful things to all the right parts of my upper body until I'm sure I was dripping a gallon of precum all over the love seat. His hands were getting closer to my middle, my manhood. I felt like, if he were to just touch me there, I would first explode into a massive, heart bursting climax, then my penis would break off from the intensity of my orgasm. Luckily, when both of his warm hands went to my pole I didn't explode right away. Oh, it wouldn't be long though! 'Guess what I'm going to do, my David,' he said through his giggles. He surely didn't have to do anything special to be more than my poor heart could take. I was so hot, the merest LICK!! Oh MY GOD! Be ready, Grant. You're about to get a face full if you don't move. He did but, not away! His mouth took in my steel and made me even hotter. My hands were holding onto the cushions of the couch as though I were preparing to be turned upside down; the possibility was more certain every second. Oh no! I did warn him out loud, didn't I? Just as I knew it was too late to recall the inevitable, he lifted off of my red hot poker and giggled some more. Then in a sing-songy voice, amidst uncontrollable giggles, he said, 'You ready for your surprise now, my David?' What could his surprise be that he hadn't already done? What was left that we hadn't . . . I felt the couch move as he climbed up and his leg swung over to allow my little guy to straddle my legs. Don't tell me he was going to take me into his mouth again, until I came. Naw! He wasn't ready for that. He leaned forward until his hot, naked, smooth body was laying on me. What heaven. He felt as light as a feather and almost moist where our bodies touched. It was okay. The sweat that should soon be forming would soon just boil away. I felt him sliding up my torso until his lips met mine again, just as light as before and for just as short a second as before. Damn! I wanted to suck him into my mouth and savor his whole being. My whole body was straining to know what he had up in his sexy little mind. What confection was his body brewing for me that would undoubtedly turn me into an insane wet rag in just a few minutes? I felt his thighs move aside to allow my flag pole to rise to the occasion. It slipped through and stood proud between the most silky smooth legs there ever were. So that was his scheme. He would squeeze his legs together around my stiffness and bring me off in our special way. What? He moved! He'd moved his hands to squeeze my pecs once more and then pushed himself until he was sitting on my groin, my rigid cock caught in the cleft of his two cheeks. His weight was bending me back at an uncomfortable angle; but only for a second. He must have realized what was happening and was raising his butt up. He started humming again. It began to get a little unnerving, actually. My penis moved straighter as he rose up until the tip of my manhood felt the crevasse of his tender perfect cheeks. He needed to move closer to me or he'd soon be sitting right on . . . . AW-R-RGH! OH GOD, OH GOD, NO! OH, YES! I had about half of my length lodged into the tightest place on earth! And hot? It was searing my cock as he continued to hum and slide his whole body down to engulf all of me. The velvety feel of his canal, as it grabbed me and gobbled me up, was one of the most exquisite feelings I have ever imagined being possible. My head was spinning. My mind was reeling, unable to ascertain anything at that time. I felt a pulsing. I could feel his heart beat through my penis? That's never . . . NO TIME! He began to saw up and down, surely cutting himself in two on my steel saber. Without any choice, my body responded to the invitation for which his movements gave permission. As he rose and fell, he giggled merrily. Then my body shuddered and began to rise and fall in counter time to his lifts and pushes. I was fucking the daylights out of my Grant and he was loving it! His moans sounded like he was grasping the next higher rung on a ladder up to ecstasy. But within seconds, only two or three plunges and my whole body betrayed me! It gave in to every wonderful feeling. It gave up trying to make that one time last into infinity like I was yelling at my body to obey. But no! I was shaking, my body was quaking; the explosion of a lifetime was imminent. Death was certain. No one could survive this blissful torture and live to do it again. 'Oh God! Here it comes!' I screamed out as my body began the convulsions to start the release of all of my insides. I jammed myself up, into his . . . 'GR-R-R-A-W-W, AWRRGH!! Oh yes! Oh yes! AR-R-W-R-GH!! Oh God, yes!! Grant, oh yes, I love you so mu-U-U-C-C-H-H!!' I couldn't stop cumming. I rose up into him one more time but - he wasn't there! He'd gotten off somehow during my orgasm, I guess. "Grant? Grant?" Ah! His delicate hand was on my shoulder, shaking me gently . . . . "David? David!" . . . as if to say . . . "Wake up, David. Come on, wake up!" ************************** It struck me that my eyes were closed during our lovemaking. It had felt so wonderful that there was no need to look up into his beautiful young face. But the hand on my shoulder felt cold. So did something on my stomach, and it felt like it was running into my navel and down my side. My mind was a jumble of confusion as I tried to climb out of the most wonderful feelings. Feelings! Were they feelings? Where was the warmth that should have been lingering from his perfect little cheeks on my groin or his legs against my waist? Suddenly, I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want the truth to be revealed. I wanted to stay with Grant where we were and never return to the . . . . "Time to return to the living, David. Get a towel for David, will ya, Elliot? Oh, sorry, Elliot. Will you then, Trev?" James' voice was right over me. He hadn't seen Grant either, it seemed. A dream? Not only just a dream, but a wet dream! A really wet, wet dream from the sounds of it. I felt my cum move into a less viscous form that made running off my body much faster and much more embarrassing. "Welcome to life on planet earth. You were really into it, David. I wish for a minute it was my name you were calling out. You sounded like it was really, really good." He tried to sound reassuring but he also sounded worried. If I'd looked like anything close to what I had felt during the throes of that rapture, I was surprised I hadn't bounced into another room. My eyes opened to the gentle smile of James kneeling next to me, just as Trevor approached and handed him a kitchen towel. We had a lot of explaining to do to Clayton; why he had no towels suddenly. James began to wipe up the mess I'd made, starting with a drip that was making its cold pathway down my side. "I can do that, James; really." "I know. I just want to take care of ya. You've been so great to me, well, us now. I just wanted to do something for you." I gave in silently, leaning back, my arm over my eyes. Almost as soon as James was done wiping up my chest and stomach I felt the cloth touch my wilted penis. It left just as quickly, then there was some whispering. Ah youth! They were so young at that age! I was thinking about the calling I'd probably be getting to be a professional philosopher, such wisdom, when I felt my penis being lifted so the underside could be wiped up too. I jumped just a little and fought back the embarrassment of it growing in the hand that gently surrounded me at the base. Hell, we'd been through enough together, that morning, that it wouldn't have surprised me if. . . "AW-W-W-GRHG! Oh My God!" I think I sat straight up as a very wet, warm mouth captured my hard cock and buried it almost all the way, striking the back of a young throat. "Elliot! What the . . . ." He looked up from his meal with what might have been a smile if he hadn't had something blocking his lips from coming together; his eyes sure were lit up. I reached to raise his head off of me but he batted my hands away. He then went back to bathing my manhood and then licking it and the surrounding area until I was about to scream and cream. "Elliot! My God, man, you've learned a lot today," my voice squeaked out. "But you don't have to . . . ." "Oh yes I do, David," he told me, still holding me, but looking at me as he talked. Though the pleasure had been intense, the relief of him being done with my penis was even better. He then lifted himself up and lay on me, full length. That wouldn't work. It was far too uncomfortable for both of us; the love seat was just too short. I gathered him in my arms and swung my legs over to land on the wood floor, leaving him nestled in my lap. I thought I noticed that he winced a little as his weight rested on my legs. "You are so cool to me in everything you do. You care about us and how we live and grow. I wanna do something for you, too. Can I? I wanna show you my love and appreciation for everything you've shown me and given to me." Then he straightened up, actually putting his hands on his naked hips and said proudly, "I'm a new man! Okay, a new boy, but you know what I mean. And I feel more alive today then the sixteen and a half years leading up to today. "It's cuz o' you, David. It's all cuz o' you." He pounced! But it was a good pounce. His arms wrapped round my neck and he pulled me into a hug that would make any member of the DeWitt Olympic Hugging Team proud. I got to hug him back and rub his back. It was beginning to be one of my favorite things to do. I noticed movement in my peripheral vision and turned to see Trevor fairly dancing to my left. "Oh, he's so right, David." Trevor came over and dropped next to me, in the love seat. That was okay, there just wasn't enough room for him to go down more than halfway until I shimmied over so he could drop to the cushion. As soon as there was room to plant his naked butt, he was almost on top of us with his arms and hands around Elliot and me. He was so excited. "This has got to be the all time best weekend in the world, huh Ell? David, who woulda' thought we'd both get plugged? It may have hurt a smidge, but it was sure worth it! Whaddya think, Ell?" His excitement came through in his tone. My head was still reeling, trying to climb out of the depths of my dream. "Oh yeah! I know, Trev. You were so good in me. You kinda hurt, but it was such a good hurt to feel you so close and sliding back and forth, in and out. You kept hitting something in me that sent me through the roof. It was unreal! And the way you sounded, it was good for you too, huh?" "Awesome! Ell, you've got one hot box there. I almost creamed just squeezin' into ya. M-m-m-m, it sure felt good. And I found this bump or something in you and it was so much fun when I hit it and you'd jump. That was one of your two cums." "Yeah. It was so good." I had to smile at the way he said that; he definitely enjoyed himself. "But I wanta give someone some pleasure too. I wanna try someone, uh, you know to, uh, well, to . . . oh shit! To fuck 'em!" Well now! That was a change; there was no doubt about what Elliot wanted.. James walked over and rubbed one shoulder of the boy whose posterior was jiggling around in my lap in the enthusiasm that he was caught up in. Elliot looked up with a wonderful smile until he read the seriousness of James look. Then I saw James flick his head toward the stairs, and noticed the slightest smile seep out onto his lips. "Now?" mouthed Elliot, his mouth opened in awe until James held out his hand. Elliot blushed as though someone had caught him naked. Well, he was naked, so that wasn't it. I couldn't help but chuckle softly. He was so cute and James was being so loving in permitting Elliot access to his inner most precious treasure. As they walked to the steps, James looked back at me and blushed, too. Trevor was standing beside me and he chuckled with me. They disappeared down the stairs to add to the experiences of the day. "Wow! Who coulda' known." Trevor sank back into the love seat, turned his back to me and fell back until he was halfway lying on his back, in my lap. I pulled him up a little to make it more comfy and he grabbed whatever he could on me to hug. "This is the best of the best day ever, David. I never woulda' known you could have so much fun with another boy," he said it staring into my eyes as a fire grew to a sparkle and ignited a grin and a red face on the naked sixteen year old in my arms, "or . . . a man." I could feel the arm between us moving out, I didn't feel his hand move until he grasped my half hard penis and set it on fire. By then, his whole face was a huge smile. "AH! Trevor, you horn dog! No more for me. I want to be faithful to my guy. I can't do that if you guys keep playing with my dick!" Trevor's hand went up to cover his giggle at my slang. I seemed to keep forgetting that this was their first exposure to anything sexual or erotic. I don't imagine there are too many kids that can say they experienced quite a lot of what a man can feel sexually in barely a day. Come to think of it, since I doubted that dreams count, they were all three way ahead of me in experience. So Trevor just relaxed against me. I held on to cuddle with him and softly rub the parts of him that I could get to, mostly his chest and shoulders. I'd change off and run my fingers through his hair now and again. It was peaceful and quiet, at last. Even though we knew two boys were rutting it out two floors below us, we were in a sweet place, just enjoying the closeness, and the silence. "WE'Z HO-OME!" * * * * * End of Chapter 31 To be continued Comments on the story are very much appreciated. Thank you for the emails you've written. Each one is an encouragement. I get to answer all of them. Please don't stop. I'm Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com