Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 10:43:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 32

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 32

	"Huh?" Trevor bristled when he heard the trumpet of our littlest
guy.  I rubbed his shoulder, but he still had to sit up to look behind us.

	"It's okay, Trevor.  It's just our guys, home at last.  They're
brothers whose parents took a real beating in a car accident, and we've
been watching them for a week or so.  You'll love them, I'm sure."  It
didn't help to calm him down.  In fact, his hands went to cover up his boy
package, not realizing that there was little need to be shy around anyone
here.

	"Uh, okay, but, we're naked."  His eyes were as big as saucers.
Frankly, I was surprised that we weren't being attacked by the guys and
then, covered in their flying clothes.

	Soon enough two boys, an eight and a perky little five year old,
rounded the corner and saw us looking over the love seat at them.

	"Oh, there them is, Dustin.  I see David with a guy in his lap.
Hey, you guys is neked!  YIPPEE!  We getz to be neked too!  Woowee!"  I
looked up to see the look change on Trevor's face from fear, to awe, to a
sweet smile, his mouth hanging open as he subconsciously mimicked the mouth
movements of our littlest lover, Petey.  As was the custom of litle
nudists, clothes were flying everywhere.  Trevor's eyes started to dart
everywhere until a shirt or something landed on him, covering his whole
head.  He pulled it off to stare at Dustin, who had come up to our love
seat to inspect our new visitor.

	Of course, it didn't take long for Dustin to get right to the
point, looking down at what Trevor had to offer between his splayed legs.
A big smile appeared on Dustin's face as he bent to remove his briefs, the
last of his clothes.  He threw them over his head at Petey, then said,

	"Take mine down too, will ya, Petey?  Thanks, Bro."  He never took
his eyes off of the stranger's best assets, making more to look at as
Trevor became more embarrassed, but erect.

	I'd been taking in the sweet looks that Trevor displayed as he
enjoyed these members of our 'family'.  It was so nice of Petey to take all
of their clothes down.  I figured we could help them with their suitcase
later.

	"Hi, Dustin.  Getting an eyeful, are we?"  I was so smug.  Catch
him in the act and turn the embarrassment to him.  I didn't stop to think
long enough about who I was talking about.

	"Well," he said, without blinking an eye, leaning on his arms, on
the back of the love seat, "I guess so, if I can't have a mouthful."  Then
he smacked his lips and I thought Trevor would faint.  Even I gasped right
before Dustin lifted his head off of the love seat, still glaring at the
cute blushing boy in my lap.  "Been havin' some fun?"

	"Okay, Dustin.  Enough.  We've been lolly-gaggin' up here for the
last hour, so there," which caused my mind to center on the real action
going on downstairs, right where Petey would be passing by!!!

	"Oh, shit!"  Both boys looked at me like there was foam on my face
or something.  My eyes were intense on Trevor's, but making those little
movements to indicate what was going on downstairs and that little Petey
would surely run into them.  Okay, I may have hoped a little much on all of
that, and it certainly didn't come across to Trevor, but our young Dustin
. . .

	"David, what are you . . . , oh, someone's down there doin' their
thing, huh?"  Finally, Trevor caught on and gasped.  "This I gotta see!"
And Dustin was off before I could grab his arm.

	Just as I rounded the love seat, and Dustin made it to the top of
the stairs, he stopped and looked down them, intently.

	"Whadya see Petey?  Anything good?"  As he finished I saw a Petey
head appear, as he came up the steps.  His hand was over his mouth and his
eyes were as big as they could be.

	"Dustin, I saw . . . ."  He looked over and saw me staring at him.
He gulped and leaned toward his brother to whisper.  Dustin backed up a
step and said,

	"That's all?"  So Petey whispered some more, after looking my way
again.  This time he was nodding his head as his brother stepped back
again, sporting the making for a big smile to grow.

	"M-m-m-m.  They was wrestling?  I think they were both on the
winning team, Petey.  Because what they was really doin' . . . ."

	"SO, how was your time with your mom and dad, boys?" I asked as I
made my way to where they stood by the stairway.  Petey immediately hurled
himself at me, practically climbing up, into my arms and wrapping his
skinny little legs around my waist, as best he could.  He'd forgotten all
about where he'd just come from; thank God!  He was so excited he jiggled
in my clutches, shaking both of us until he tried to lean back and giggle.

	"We had bunches of fun, David.  Mama and Daddy are feeling oh, so
better, huh, Dustin?  We gotz to cuddle tons and tons and watch a movie and
have pudding with 'em too.  Then they gotz tired and we went with Unca
Clayton and slept until today was here and we gotz to be with 'em some more
times and even watch carto-o-ons."  Of course, you can just imagine that
five year old, telling that story with hands flailing all around, to
illustrate every nuance of his wonderful experience.  I looked at where
Dustin was, but he wasn't!  The little bugger had slipped downstairs to go
spy on, or join, the two lovers who had been 'wrestling'.

	"Hi!  I'm Petey!"  Oops!  Pretty rude of me, not introducing Trevor
to them, especially since there was no recalling Dustin from the experience
that he was going to find below.  I just hoped that they were done with
their tasks when he got there.  Until then, though, I had been rude!

	"Sorry, little guy," I said to Petey as I hugged him tight, then
whirled around twice until I was pointing him at Trevor.  "I'd like you to
meet our friend, Trevor.  He's a friend of James and his cousin is the
other 'wrestler', Elliot."

	"Oh-h-h-h!" said Petey as he twisted in my arms to see Trevor, who
had come up beside us.  When he caught sight of Trevor's sweet smile, he
dove!  Neither Trevor nor I had a chance!  As he grasped Trevor to pull
himself into his arms, he pushed off of me with his pelvis, then his feet
until he was firmly planted on Trevor.

	"Sorry, Trev.  He's so shy."  Trevor couldn't stop laughing at the
antics of our little gymnast.  Petey was shaking his head at me, that he
was not shy; like he had to tell us.  Trevor's eyes were huge and his mouth
open in a fixed smile that may never wear off; but that's the price you pay
when there's a Petey person loose on the premises!  What a wonderful
plight.

	It gave me the opportunity to go find the other little elf and see
what he was getting his nose, or mouth or whatever other appendages and
orifices he could, into.  I turned to look at the two boys in time to see
them drop to the love seat.  Petey's little arms were flying and Trevor
still had that rapt look on his face of total amazement as he enjoyed a
tale that only our five year old, 'neked' Petey could tell.

	At the bottom of the stairs, two flights down, I kind of expected
to see Dustin sneaking peeks around the door frame.  There was no one
there.  The door to their room, the same room where I could hear some
gasping and carryings on, was open a few inches, but no Dustin.  I didn't
want to be rude but I needed to find the extra boy before there was a three
way going on.

	I peeked through the door to see one special sight.  Two beautiful
boys were linked together in passionate ecstasy, with Elliot plunging deep
into the bowels of a moaning, groaning James, who looked like he was trying
to grasp Elliot's naked hips to pull him farther into his depths.

	But no Dustin.  That's when I heard the toilet flush a floor up.  I
had just finished another peek at the two beauties, shiny with the
perspiration of their labors, Elliot almost collapsed totally onto James.
I turned to go and bumped into a little guy.

	"OW!" he whispered, but with a smile on his face.  He found what he
was looking for and stared as though he'd never seen two naked boys before.
His mouth was open and one hand was rubbing his groin.  "Wow!" was all he
could manage, quietly.  I grabbed him up in my arms and we walked away.

	"Hey!  Why'd ya move?  I was just getting to see somethin' there.
That was mean, ya know."  He had scorn on his face at me.  He'd stiffened
his whole body so it was difficult enough to hold him without laughing at
the indignation I'd caused in his perverted little life.

	"I figured you'd seen enough of that stuff to last a life time from
all your stories that you told me in the hospital."  Almost at once, the
armload was a soft, cuddly boy of eight, hugging close to me.

	"Oh, that!  Well, most of those were just stories I made up.  I
never really did all that stuff with Mom and Dad, 'cept the cuddlin' parts.
Clayton told Dad and he had a big talk with me.  I'm supposed to be more
honest.  I'm supposed to be more careful of Petey findin' stuff out too, I
guess.  So, I really never saw anything like what they were doing.  So,
David, can we go back?  I'll be quiet."

	I was flabbergasted!  I was amazed!  The little poop had me going,
thinking he was the little tart in the area of sexual pleasures.  I was
such a pushover.

	"Close your mouth, David," he said, lifting my chin into place,
then giggling.

	"So all this time you've been lying to me, you little pooper?"

	"Well, if you have to put it that way . . . yeah!"  One of his
hands was on my shoulder, the other was buried between his legs and my
chest, rubbing gently; rubbing him, not me.  Even if he hadn't had the
exploits of which he bragged so often, he was still a highly sexed little
boy.  It occurred to me that he had still taught Grant some of the finer
aspects of boy on boy sex, like sucking.

	"Let's go see what Petey and Trevor are up to."  My goal was to put
distance between the two sexologists and an apt pupil, Dustin.  Eight was
still too young to be involved in something like that unless it was
discovered accidentally, of course, by the eight.  He clamped his legs
around my waist and we were off.  As we walked up the two flights of open
staircase, built into the side of a concrete slab, I asked him, "So, where
did all your knowledge come from?  You seem to know a lot about the goings
on of lovers and those kinds of things."

	"Oh, yeah! I am gifted in that way, huh?" he snickered.  So I
pinched his butt.  "Ow!"  He was laughing harder and probably looking
forward to revenge, knowing him.  "I just saw things at home and, when I
asked, Dad told me stuff.  Most of it I guessed until I found his stash."

	"His stash?"  Turned the corner; second flight.  Finish before we
get to Petey!  My mind was working overtime.

	"Oh, don't worry.  Petey doesn't know.  At least, I didn't show
him.  Dad's got a box of magazines in the garage, up high.  But I'm big
enough to get the ladder out, duh?  Sometimes parents don't think too
good."

	"I'm sure it's a fulltime job.  So you learned a lot from these
magazines?"

	"Yeah, but there was no girls to try stuff on, so I chose
. . . What?"  My eyes got big to go along with the panic of thinking I knew
who his partner was.

	"Nuh, huh!  I said not Petey already!  Jeesh!"  He rolled his eyes
and shook his head like I was pathetic.  Not too far off, either.

	"Why not me, Dustin?  Whatchu guys been doin'?  Hey, Dustin, come
meet Trevor.  He's our friend and he's neked too.  David, I wanna go swim.
We didn't have no pool at Momma and Daddy's new place.  I wanna get wet.
'Kay?"  Well, if I'd said no, he would have been too far out the door to
hear me.  Not really.  Trevor had his hand and was holding him, looking for
permission from me, much the way a disciplined boy would.  I certainly
wasn't used to that.  Petey was walking, except his feet were just sliding
on the hardwood floor.  It got him to laughing, as did Dustin, who
straightened himself out in my arms so he could slip down to the floor and
run past the other two.  I nodded my okay to Trevor and he went out with
Petey.

	How long had those boys been back; the littlest ones?  How long had
we been goofing around?  How long did it take me to realize that Clayton
wasn't with them?

	I was just getting a small cooler of drinks ready when the two,
very hot looking, as in, sweaty, teens made their way up the stairs.

	Elliot seemed to be almost skipping along, sporting an ear-to-ear
smile as big as a new moon and as bright as a full moon.  Behind him, and a
lot slower, came James, who was walking much like his moon was split in
two.  But he was grinning too and the first to speak.

	"Gaud a'mighty, David, this boy knows how to stick it to me.  I
came twice before he did once, in me, and then I did again.  It was so
good.  You sure you don't wanna swing on his limb once?"

	I couldn't believe his brashness.  I looked over at Elliot and he
looked like he couldn't either.  His smile wasn't quite as large, but the
red was quite becoming on his cuter than cute face.

	"Oh, God forbid, guys.  Jeesh!  We just spent all morning enjoying
what He gave us to play with and learning how to do it right.  I'll be
darned if I'm gonna be ashamed to say how much I got off on it."  Well, I
guess James told us.  His laughter after that little speech got both Elliot
and I laughing.

	We were soon on our way to join the other fish in the pool at the
end of the slide.  We must have spent an hour down there before we heard a
horn honking back up at the house.

	The guys all continued to play but Petey insisted on coming with me
to answer the door or the honk or whatever.  I had more fun grabbing at his
skinny little tush as he'd run up a few steps and then stop, looking over
his shoulder, waiting for me to catch up and do some more tickling.  His
squeals were sweet music.  Near the top, instead of a tickle I faked like I
was going to walk past him.  I could hear his disappointment, that is,
until I scooped him up into my arms, tossed him as high as I dared and
planted him across one shoulder so he looked like he was a naked airplane.
Just as we were getting to the top and planned to fly through the kitchen
door to get to the front, the bushes parted and out came Pastor Mike and
Joey.

	They both laughed when they saw us.  It never occurred to me to be
embarrassed in front of them.  Here was the pastor of a church and his, uh,
aide, and Petey (who came in for a landing in front of me) and I walked up
and shook hands.

	"Petey, this is Pastor Mike and his friend, Joey.  They're here to,
uh, well, I have no idea why, but they're here."

	"To play with us!  Do you want to swim with us?  Can they swim with
us, David?  I think that's why theyze here, huh?  You do want to swim with
us, huh?  It's down there."  He might have pointed as he did a complete
circle but I think the guys got the idea.

	"Well, that sounds like a nice invitation, young man, bu . . . ,"
started Mike.

	"Yes!  Awesome!  I haven't been swimmin' in forever!  Can we, Mike?
Just a little before we take the boys back?"  Joey was as excited as Petey,
which was good to see.  Mike must have been used to it, because he seemed a
little impatient with Joey's enthusiasm.

	"Well, really, we've got a million things to do today.  I don't see
how we could possibly . . . ."

	"Oh, Mike.  It's a great idea.  It's really hot out and I'm sure
you guys are thirsty.  There's drinks down there and the boys are all ready
in the pool anyway."

	"I'm sure it would have been a fun idea but we didn't anticipate
this.  We have no suits or towels to . . . . "

	"Ha ha on you!  We don't use towelzes; unh-uh.  Duz we, David?  We
just getz us dried by walkin' up here, huh?  And look?"  Petey did his
twirl again, with his arms over his head.  When he came back around to face
a blushing Pastor Mike, he let his arms slowly come down to his sides as
though presenting the newest model of 'cutesy, naked boys' for that
particular year.  I don't know where he came up with that display but it
had the three of us laughing.  He was so cute.  "We don't use no suits or
nothin'.  We just go bare-assed, huh, David?"  Ha!  Cute, like I said.  I
was going to have to talk to Dustin!

	"Well, I suppose . . . ."  One of these times, Mike was going to be
able to finish a sentence.

	"Yes!  Thanks, Mike!" yelled Joey.  Then he jumped at Mike and gave
him a big kiss right on the lips.  They both froze!  But only for a second.

	"Hey!  Youze guys gotz love in ya, huh?  I like lovin' too.  We all
do, huh, David?"  And the littlest among us jumped into Joey's unsuspecting
arms, grabbed his ears and did a big, sloppy wet Petey kiss right on his
lips too.  After all, that's what we did here, right?  Just ask Petey.

	Mike put his arms around both Petey and a stunned Joey and soon,
they were all smooching and kissing until they couldn't anymore because
they were laughing so hard.  I just kind of stood back and enjoyed the
show.  Then Petey started to unbutton Joey's shirt.

	"Come on, guys.  Get neked soze we can slide and swim.  Weze gotz
to hurry!  It's too much fun and maybe we can all do some more mushy stuff
when we getz down there, 'kay?"  Joey was looking helpless, realizing he
was about to become one of us.  'Neked!'  Mike was chuckling as though he
was pleased to see that Joey was getting the results of his pleadings, even
if he was soon to be embarrassed.

	Mike looked over at me as if to see if I was laughing too, but I
returned his looks with my own.  Only it was the kind that said, 'Well?'
That meant, 'you're next to disrobe, your worship.'  Ha!  Red was a good
color on him, if only his ears and cheeks.

	"So, this is where we . . . ."  I just nodded to the man and stood
waiting.  And I was not displeased at what my patience bought me.  Both men
were in really good shape.  Mike didn't look a lot older than me; maybe a
young thirty, at the most.  He had a little hair but, as he was slowly
revealing, mostly on his arms and legs.  His muscle tone was excellent.
Great pecs and a set of abs that you'd have prayed for.  Oh.  Well, maybe
that's how he got them!

	Joey was a little faster in stripping, mostly because Petey was
pushing and pulling cloth any which way, whether it was held up by belt or
not.  By the time they got to where he lost his jeans, he started the
cover-up process; you know, his hands girding his loins.  But Petey was
having none of that.  First he plopped down and got shoe laces so tangled
they wouldn't be any good to Joey for awhile.  Then, after getting shoes
and socks off, he stood up, pushed away Joey's concealing hands and grabbed
at the last vestige of modesty, Joey's boxers.

	"Yipes!" shouted Joey.  We turned to see what had happened just as
his rather long penis bounced up to hit his stomach.  Petey had obviously
snapped it down, in the boxers and bent it more than needed.  But maybe,
for the sake of Joey's humiliation, he hadn't noticed . . . .

	"Wow!  Hey, Joey, youze gotz a big stiffy, huh, David?  It's really
long."  And to make it even less noticeable, he reached over, grabbed it
and pulled it down so he could let it snap back again.  "Wow!"

	"Oh my gosh!  Somebody save me from a little guy!"  Joey was trying
to cover up his less than privates, anymore, bending over and batting at
Petey with his head, and trying not to laugh.  But the funniest thing was
that Petey was still going for the new toy he'd found, serious as a
sunburn, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

	"Petey?" I finally said.  "Show Joey the slide so we can hurry up
and go see the others."  There I was again; rescuing someone, Joey this
time, from the claws of a Hawes.  He'll thank me later.

	"Uh-huh!  And won't they have fun with his stiffy too, when I tell
'em, huh, David?  Huh, Joey?"  The look on Joey's face was less than that
of someone giving in.  I figured the look was more like martyrdom about to
happen.  My eyes seemed to roll away from Joey's when he glared at me.  I
guess I wasn't going to get that thank you after all.

	I took another look at this spectacular specimen of a boy, really.
Barely 19 and with a tight, firm body like his lov. . . .uh, pastor's.
Like I'd observed the first time I met him at the restaurant site, he was
in excellent form, that is, except for the striping on his back.  Then they
were going toward the slide.

	For some reason, Mike was having trouble undressing and laughing at
the same time.  Joey started running around, playing keep-away with Petey.
Just as Mike lowered his boxers, Joey ran behind his lover and cracked him
on the butt.  Ouch!  So Mike said,

	"Ouch!  You little bugger!  You're really gonna get it now!"  Soon
they were all running around laughing and slapping as I walked toward the
top of the slide.  God, I was lucky.  There aren't too many places in the
world, certainly in Euphoria, where you could be free to be naked and play
slap-ass with your naked pastor.  What more could a man pray for?

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	We had about another hour and a half in the pool and, no, Petey
didn't embarrass Joey anymore, while we played.  Luckily, Joey'd lost the
reason for him standing out in that crowd.  When he was soft, he was a
pretty normal size.  Now, I'm sure that the most common thing, while being
in a crowded pool with several other good-looking men and boys, would be a
few 'stiffys'.  But, as long as they were kept underwater, no one seemed to
notice.  Of course, Petey had a regular hard-on most of the time, as did
Dustin I noticed, but they were small enough that the guys didn't notice
them or just thought they were cute, like I did.

	I was a prune!  I needed to get dried off and Mike wanted to talk
to me.  I liked Mike.  I was really taking a shining to his Joey, but it
was so cute to see them in the pool together.  Joey had no trouble fitting
in with the three older boys, but he would swim over and grasp some part of
Mike and scream when he was chased, like a proper, naked teen should do
when his lover is chasing him.

	The first time that Mike actually caught him was an experience to
witness.  I think it surprised Mike when he swung the young man around and
planted a good one right on his lips.  There was cat-calling and cheers
that would have wakened the dead.  I imagine even deaf Auntie Charlotte was
looking around to see what the commotion was all about.  Anyway, it
startled Mike and Joey so much that they pulled apart and blushed.  It was
Petey, of course, that had to put everything into perspective.

	"Zowie!  You guys is really, really good at your lovin', huh?  And
youse both looks so good when you do that kissin'.  I wanna kiss someone
too."

	It's funny that all three boys knew Pastor Mike and Joey from their
stay at the church mission, but there was never any mention of anything
besides their encouragement to go for the gusto.  I do believe they got a
little carried away, trying to get the couple to copulate right there, in
front of everyone.  I kept an eye on Petey to see what he was thinking
about all those kinds of words.  Nothing too crude.  After all, two of them
were just spreading their wings themselves this weekend and James was
holding back a bit, I think.  Dustin was remarkably quiet, though he tended
to look over at me, as if to see my reaction.  My reaction was that he
looked like he wanted in on the action, too, which didn't surprise me.

	When Petey told everyone that he wanted to kiss someone, Dustin was
his old self again.  He turned around in the shallow end, where Petey had
made his speech, and waggled his boy butt cheeks at his little brother and
told him he could kiss that.  That got a laugh from everyone except Petey,
who swatted once at his brother and then walked over to me and raised his
hands to be picked up.  That was fine with me.  I always enjoyed the clean
feeling of soft supple boy flesh on me.  Wet was even better sometimes.  He
felt so slick and pure.  What a joy.

	"David?"  His legs were wrapped around my waist, as far as they
would go, his hands were in the space between us, like he was searching for
his little toy stick to play with; a constant occupier in Petey's busy day.
His head was lowered, looking down at his hands.  It looked like I was
seeing a shy five year old for the first time ever.

	"Yes, little munchkin.  What's on your mind?"  His head slowly rose
up until he was looking me in the eyes, as serious a Petey as I've ever
seen.  His voice was as quiet as I've ever heard it, too.

	"I wants some too.  See, you gotz Grant and so does Dustin
sometimes, or he gotz James too, huh?"  He looked right at me and I finally
got the hint that he wanted me to acknowledge him.  I nodded.  "And when
Trevor and Elliot is here, they gotz James a lots, huh?"  So much for
thinking wrestling was a pro sport.  I nodded.  "Well, I wants some.  I
like to love too and I can kiss; see?"  He plunked a quickie on my lips but
he slid off of them and could have hurt his punkin' nose, he was so quick.
"Youse the only one that wants me on him and that was only once'ted.  Even
Unca Clayton just turns it into tickle time when I try to kiss him.  I love
Unca Clayton."  He dropped his head again as if to return to some deep
thoughts about his situation.  "And I love Grant and Dustin and James.
Grampa Russ and Grant's daddy are too big and hairy, but I still loves 'em
bunches, ya know.  So, I love you too, David.  But you love me back too.
And you, well . . . you don't always laugh at me."  There was a pause as he
let this information sink in, as much for him as for me.  He was quite a
little lover, this armful.  Then his head shot up and he had the most
gorgeous Petey smile plastered all over his face.  He tipped it to one side
and beamed out loud, "Oh, and I loves Auntie Charlotte a whole bunches and
stuff!  She's neat!  'Cept her breath sometimes, but I don't care.  I loves
her too!"  He had, by then, his hands at his hips and he was as animated as
ever.

	I resolved to let this be his weekend, that is, until I looked over
at Dustin.  He was kind of to the side of the pool, totally absorbed at
watching the other five guys frolicking in the water.  He just had an air
that said he was missing something, too.  I might have been reading too
much into it.  Then again. . . .  I guess it would have to be the Hawes
boys' weekend.

	Just about then, Elliot grabbed Dustin from behind and a game of
beach ball boy was under way.  Petey too had to get into the act.  I went
at it with the others too, tossing the youngsters until everyone was
laughing until they peed their . . .wait!  They wouldn't!


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End of Chapter 32

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.

Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com