Date: Sat, 24 May 2008 22:29:00 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 34 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. 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. * * * * This chapter is dedicated to some friends that I have been close to lately and who, because of their ages, will never read this. 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He has also recently been added to the Prolific Author's list. As many of you have found out, I love answering emails. I look forward to getting them. It tells me that someone is still reading this and that I should continue. I've also made some good friends that way. So, 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. I need you to continue to keep me honest. Tell me your likes and dislikes, your ideas. Email me, Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com * * * * * * Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 34 "I don't know about you two, but I'm starving!" "Yeah!" "Me, too!" After raiding the refrigerator, we were sitting around the table. Petey wiped at his mouth with the sleeve he didn't have on and transferred ketchup from his mouth to the back of his skinny wrist. "That's what napkins are for, Petey." Then he giggled and picked up the untouched one by his empty plate and wiped his mouth. Unfortunately, the ketchup, along with several bite-sized crumbs, had already moved to his arm. Dustin stared at his brother, then at me and shook his head, just like the big brother always does when he can't figure out how he could be related to someone as dumb as this little tyke. So he took his own napkin and, grabbing Petey's wrist, made a big show of cleaning up his little brother. Petey's pouty look at his brother's butting-in turned to a smile when he realized what was happening. "O-h-h-h-h! There!" he said to me. "I sees what you meand'ed now, David." He hugged his brother as best he could from his chair. "David, can we go exploring or something?" Dustin asked, "I wanna see what's down at the grassy place." Petey agreed by nodding his head like a bobble-head doll, complete with smile. "I don't see why not." I could certainly use all the exercise I could get. We hurried down the path to the green knoll; the kids, because that's what kids do, and I, because I needed to get my heart rate up by something other than touching naked kids! Ha! I was still surprised that my shower with the boys didn't illicit the expected response from my penis. They were beautiful boys and I loved them dearly; but there was only room for one lover at a time. It was good to know that my smaller head below my waist agreed with my larger head above my waist. Once we made it to the bottom, or at least, to the meadow of grass, I marveled again at the soft feel of the cool lawn. It seemed to have been freshly mowed. Come to think of it, although I haven't seen any workers around, the lawn above and the flower patches were well tended, too. I looked up from my day dream and realized that I was alone. There were several directions for young ones to run, I just had to find out which one peaked their excitement the most. I noticed the change in the nap of the lawn and followed it off to the right, and discovered a trail. It wound back and forth and I still couldn't see boys. After several minutes of walking through semi-cool forest, I finally heard some giggling a ways off and came around a bend to discover the boys, and a place I had been to before. I looked around to get my bearings. Well, that never helped me before. My sense of direction was stymied even if I knew which way North was. But I did realize that what we were looking at had some distant memories for me. Funny, since I'd only been up here one other time except for the two days before the blast. . . .Oh my God! The outhouse, or more appropriately, the bathroom-hot tub house for the cabin I blew up. The kids kind of looked around with great expectation of some adventure brewing. I slowly wandered down the path toward the real house. It didn't seem to feel strange or deja vu. "Wow, David. Do someones live here, you think?" Petey was holding onto Dustin's hand as they followed behind me. He was a bit quieter than usual. His voice only carried through one state. "Yeah, David. Is this Grampa Russ' too?" "Yes. I think he had been renting it. But there was an accident here a little while ago." We turned to the top of the steps that led down the final distance to the house. But from where we were we had an excellent view of the place. "Uh-oh! I don't thinks no one's stayin' there right now. He he! 'less they likes a whole bunches a' cold air. Hehe." Dustin chuckled too. So far I was the only one that was being serious, or at least quiet. I felt a hand on my arm and Dustin moved around to look up into my face. His hand moved with him to rest on my chest. "Is this your place. . .the one that blew you up?" He was being very serious. His voice was pretty quiet. "Uh-huh. What's left of it." "Wow. I'm really glad you weren't in there, David." Dustin had turned around to look at the mess below us and leaned back into me. It was a very endearing moment for me. He didn't usually slow down long enough to be so warm. His hands went back to my legs, and he pressed his weight against me, expecting me to support him. My hands went over his shoulders to gently rub his chest. His head tilted back and he smiled up to me. "We goin' down there, David? It's kinda creapy-like." Petey had come up beside us and wrapped my arm in two of his. He really didn't want to go farther down and I didn't want to waste time on the past. "Yeah, let's just go and roll around in the grass or something, boys. I'm looking forward to just being with people I love and you guys are the lovingest." "David, we know that Grant is, like duh, your bestest guy! But we want to try to be lovey-dovers, too." Dustin was almost charming. I could only think that he was finally letting himself through the facade of the sexual animal he had created over time. I really liked who was with me. I wanted to show them that I appreciated their company, in some way, too. "LAST ONE THERE HAS TO SUCK US!" Okay! Maybe this was a boy in process and it certainly wasn't the way I had planned to love them, I think. The screams and yelling from the two rumps that hurried up the trail were a picture to behold, until I realized they had left me for, uh-oh, last! I took off after them and almost made it to the clearing before them. As we all made our way to the huge open grassy area below the grand log cabin, the two little naked waifs dove into the cushy goodness of Mother Nature's own making, rolling and laughing like the hyenas they were. "Ha, Ha, ha! O-o-h-h! Weze firstest soze, guess what David? You gotz to suck us, huh, Dustin." They both sat up where they'd rolled to, only a few feet from where I'd laid down on the lush green carpet. Looking over at those two, I saw the expectation in Petey's face, of something about which, I hope he had no clue. The other one had that devilish look on his face that said he knew exactly what being sucked meant, and wanted it to start right then. I wasn't about to educate an innocent little Petey in the ways of lovers at his age. I would be glad to show them my love some more though. "Okay, Dustin. I'll start on Petey and show him what his big brother wants him to learn about sex, okay? Then he can take on the whole first grade when he starts next September. What a great time all the kids and teachers will have. Whaddya think?" My eyes strained to try to mirror that devilish look on his smug mug, that is, until it turned to look at his brother and melted into a look of concern. His head swung back to look at me. I tried really hard not to let him think I had gotten one over on him, but that I understood his sudden concern. His shoulders slumped and he looked down, plunking a long blade of grass and using it to write on his leg. "Shit!" he whispered. He looked up at Petey, then me. Then he drew himself up straighter and smiled at me. What a delight I was looking at. "Petey, maybe now we get to see if David can really do somethin' gooder 'n' good. Let's see if he can whip us up a milkshake that we can suck on." "M-m-m-m. Yummy in my tummy. Yeah and he gets one too and we gets to have some o' his too, cuza he lost too, huh? He he he." I think Petey was having fun with his words too. But I was so proud of Dustin. I slowly raised up my hand, lifted my pointer finger at him and pulled it toward me, signaling him to 'Come'. His eyes were a little worried until he saw my smile on the other side of my finger from him. "Ummfph!" I was gifted with a flying eight year old, right smack dab, into my lap. Nothing got in the way, luckily, so I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, "I am so proud of you, young man. You sure do love your brother a ton." His back was to me but I could feel his nod. I squeezed him and then let loose with a torrent of kisses all over his head, neck and back. He rutted his feet into the ground and tried to push me back and off, but his power was lost in his giggling. "Hey, I wants some o' that too-oo-oo, ya know." Petey had walked over close enough for Dustin to grab him into his lap and pass on the kisses to everywhere he could reach. When they were both mush from all their giggling and screeches, I pushed them off of me, pulled them both together into my arms as they lay helplessly giddy below me, and started in on ten minutes of raspberries and bites and licks and kisses on anything I could reach. They squirmed and screamed until they recognized my first or second lick, then they relaxed and were pensively quiet. Dense me took forever to figure out that they had mellowed and were waiting for more of that. I just got into a groove and kept at them, rubbing and kissing and licking. When I passed over one little sticky-up stick, then went to repeat it on the one next to it, they gasped. It wasn't until then that I realized what I'd started. I grabbed them one at a time and turned them over to lay on their fronts. There, in front of me, were the two most beautiful twin mounds of fleshy boy I have ever seen. If it weren't for me needing to get out of a situation that could turn against me, I could have stared and felt that smooth flesh for the rest of my life and been a happy man. But . . . . I swooped down, laid on each a bunch of kisses, then, one each, a lick from bottom to top of their butt cracks, and then a soft slap. Ha! I expected a scream. I heard nothing as I rose, prepared to run from would-be attackers, revenge on their minds. What I saw was them both looking over their shoulders at me with huge eyes, showing their surprise at my tongue's recent feast. They looked at each other and, in unison said, "Wow!" I already had the ice cream out by the time they got to the kitchen. By that time they were their old selves, yelling and laughing, playing 'butt-tag', a highly complicated game that takes on new meaning for those willing to try it naked. It was a mainstay of their time up there. "Ouch! Ha ha ha!" "Oo-oo! Ow-ey, he he he!" God, I loved the song of laughter. At the first slurp of Petey's shake, I decided that we needed to take them outside. I hardly looked forward to washing down the dining room table and chairs, the floors and everything around for twenty feet. Of course, that lead to even more mess, in fact, all over all of us, but it was so worth it. I was having a ball with these two sweeties. So I told 'em. "You guys, I don't know when I've had more fun. You guys are so cute today, I could just eat you up." WRONG! There was a glint in Dustin's eye. "Kay, then." Innocent enough, until he put his finger on the end of his straw, moved it over himself and let it drip on his soft little pecker, barely able to peek up from his crossed legs. He raised his eyes to look at me. "I'm ready! Eat away, David." And before I could grab his arm, Petey went one step farther and poured the rest of his shake into his lap! He gasped and was barely able to say through clenched teeth, "Oo, oo, oo! Ha, me too!" He stiffened every muscle in his body. He was a sight. Dustin and I both gasped when Petey did that, then we both started laughing at him. For some reason, we looked at each other, nodded, and dived for a snack. It was so much fun. Petey was hurting so bad from laughing. Dustin and I were covered in his shake, especially our faces. We didn't care, we were laughing just as hard. And Petey was still covered in melted ice cream. Petey couldn't stand it. He jumped onto my lap and start licking on me; my chest, neck, whatever he could reach! Soon Dustin was licking me too. They weren't very effective because they couldn't stop laughing. Once, Dustin tried to dive for the shake on my, um, tender parts, but since there wasn't any there I pulled him back up to our level and started licking his ear. I had the distinct advantage of being able to grab the closest brat and lift him over our heads and then bring him back down to my face level and lick wherever I wanted. It was one of the most special, side-splitting times I have ever had. Just for a second, I missed Grant so much. The only way I could get back into our fun was to vow that we would have a repeat performance with Grant as the entree. It was till hot outside, as our energy wore off, but the sun had settled low enough to allow us to stay outside without fear of burning. It's a very good thing too because we fell together, sticky and all, and drifted off into a wonderful lazy nap. I dreamed of a time when I had a friend over at our house. I don't know if it actually happened. Dreams aren't about history so much as they are about what's on your mind at present. But lately, history is what has been on my mind; namely, my dad and growing up with him. I know that there are lots of memories buried so deeply that it takes a hypnotist to reveal them. I know a guy who it worked on. Anyway, this kid and I were about six or so, it seemed. It was such a lame memory. All we did was play stupid stuff and then, when he had to go home, my dad was coming in the door as my friend was leaving. My dad said goodbye to my friend, ruffling up his hair as he went out the door, and smiling. Then my dad asked me if I had a good time with my little friend. That's it. Strange. I felt something very stimulating. Whatever it was woke me to it playing in my very hairless and sensitive crotch, where my pubes should have been. The effect it was having on me down there was not something I wanted to flaunt to these young ones. I had to stop Dustin from teasing me. I opened my eyes and saw Dustin, still asleep on my shoulder. "Petey?" I whispered. The movement stopped for a few seconds, then started again. "Yeah?" he whispered back. "Thank you. That feels very good." Now I felt a small hand take on the role of the finger, covering more area than ever, but staying close to and touching my lazy manhood once in awhile. I have never concentrated so hard to stay soft. In about a minute I would lose miserably. Before then I had to put a stop to this wonderful feeling he was giving me. "It does. I know. I like to do it cuz I likes to move around the white stuff." HUH? Oh, vanilla ice cream. His voice was as lazy as I had felt a few seconds before this stimulation started. His head would cock to one side, then the other, as he played on me. "It still tastes good too." Slurp! His head fell into my crotch and licked and sucked anything in his way; luckily, just for a few slurps. I had to stop him before he inadvertently swallowed something that he would have to be a lot older to appreciate fully, like five and a half! Kidding! "Petey, let's wake up sleeping beauty here and go take another shower." He still played his drawing game. "'Kay, but I just likes to do this. I don't wanna hafta get goin', 'kay? I just likes to play on you. Youse gots good stuff to play with. Dustin does too, though." With that, his hand left and I felt my armful jerk a little. Petey was obviously showing me he could play on his brother too. I heard a moan from Dustin and had to stifle a laugh. Then I heard a kind of grunt. "He he. Dustin, you was droolin'. It's all over David's booby. He's wet now. And looky." I immediately felt Dustin jerk as I also felt my penis grabbed by a little hand. "I gets to play with him and with you cuz I ain't sleepy no more. Un-uh. No siree." "Oh, Petey. That feels so good, but I'm gonna pee on you if you don't watch it. I gotta go so bad." "Hey! Ya, me too, Dustin." Petey got up and offered his hand to his brother who promptly pulled too hard and had a body slam from his little brother. They both giggled after the required, 'Ow!', then worked their way to their feet, struggling a bit to keep from sticking to each other, and scampered off. I finally breathed my sigh of relief and went to find the sticky blobs in my bathroom and clean us all up. By the time I got glasses in the sink and walked down to my shower they were laughing and enjoying the warm spray. Our shower was much like the one earlier so I won't bore you with the same groans and moans from the boys as I soaped them and scrubbed their smooth skin to a lustrous shine. They insisted on washing me and I just gave in. Ha! They were incredible, as always. I was amazed that neither boy played too long in any one area, though it didn't keep me from going semi. I think that they were too tired to care, thank God. * * * * "I'd like a sip, please." Hand on my shoulder and big brown Disney eyes piercing through to my 'give-in' place, how could I resist. We'd finished a totally unremarkable meal and were once again, lounging outside, sipping our drinks. This time the panorama before us was covered in the dark blanket of a Spring night. Embroidered within the night's sky were too many stars and planets to count, though it looked like Petey was trying to, my hip for his pillow, mouthing the numbers quietly. We were camped outside of the kitchen door again, on a blanket with three big pillows to prop us up; except Petey who thought I was a pillow. But Dustin had finished his pop and was eying my beer. "Do your parents let you drink beer, Dustin?" Even in the dark I could see the blush turn his tan cheeks a little bit rosy. "Dad let me some, but mostly when they have wine, I got a sip. But, well, when he had guys over for poker, I'd pour some of the leftovers together and make a bottle full for me. I don't know if Petey's ever tasted it though." He'd drawn himself up from his reclined position, much as Petey was, and sat on his knees about three inches from the bottle in my hand. I almost told him, 'Down boy! No beg!' "David! Not even a sip?" He fell back on his haunches, disgusted with me that he was going to have to work at his treat. "Oh. Okay! You DON'T want any? Not even a sip?" "No-o-o-o! That's not what I said, I mean 'meant'. Can't I have some, pleeee-ease? I'll do anything." He was doing a poor job of keeping a straight face. " So, you say you want a drink . . . hey, you said you'd do anything. Did you hear him say that, Petey? Anything?" Dustin was rolling his eyes and Petey was absorbed in his night's task, almost as if he were touching each speck of light before moving to the next one. I could easily get entranced by watching his concentration and his pink, thin lips moving. "Let's see what should I have you do for a sip of my beer? Anything?" Well, I think I may have gone too far. Dustin got his devilish grin going, grabbed my soft penis, started to move his head toward it slowly and repeated his offer, "H-m-m-m. Yup! Anything," I had his head in my hands, but not before he'd put his lips around my penis. Did I mention it was semi-hard? "If you let me finish, David, you can keep your icky beer. Yummy." His head slid through my hands and went back to my hard penis, still in his hand. I swear I really tried to hold him back. I decided to try something that worked a little earlier in the day. I just relaxed. He had his mouth around my shaft (not a huge task I'll admit, but still enough to fill one so young,) His lips were barely touching the skin of my shaft, but his tongue was in the way and causing some feelings I tried to resist. It took about twenty seconds for him to look up with a curiosity in his eyes. "You aren't gonna stop me?" He almost looked worried. I knew he'd helped out Grant at least once, so this wasn't totally foreign to him. "No, I guess I have to leave that to you, Dustin." I lay back against my pillow, putting my hands behind my head, looking up into the darkness, as nonchalant as anyone could with a naked eight year old boy holding onto their manhood that was dripping with young saliva. Dustin cocked his head, trying to understand my change of heart at his sexual appetite. "How come?" "Well, you know how I love you, right?" Nod. "You know that I love Petey, too?" Another nod but it was not near as animated as the first. He was figuring it out. "And you may have observed or heard that I love Grant, too?" "Yeah. I get it." As he spoke the next words, his head swung back and forth and his voice was sing-song. "I shouldn't wanna do you cuz'a you love Grant, and Grant would be jealous and then you'd have ta make it up to him by lovin . . . Okay! I get it. I can help and you want me to! Alright!" The little poop swooped down and swallowed as much of me as he could, immediately choking on his lollipop! I was in total shock. I certainly don't have the knack for thinking these things through well enough. I was getting myself in pretty deep, and I don't mean down his throat! "Cough! Cough! Cough! Ack! Ack! Good grief!" Dustin was on all fours, his head down, hacking at the invasion in his throat. "What'sa wrong, Dustin? Didn't you like his beer?" Petey got up and crawled over to his brother and rubbed his back, straining by leaning way down to look up into his brother's tear filled eyes. I just lay there, pretty sure he would live; a little glad his plan didn't work out so well, though not the hurt part. He finally looked up at me and smiled, then he reached around and pulled his brother over, on top of him, giggling with him as assurance that he was indeed just fine. Petey started to get up but Dustin started to rub his back. A little mew from small lips told me he could like what he was feeling for a long time. Dustin looked over at me and grinned a very contented grin. "You sure love your brother, Dustin. You love Dustin too, huh, Petey?" "M-m-m-m. He's the bestest there is sometimes; like now, huh?" There was a poignant pause that told us all was well in Euphoria just then. Then softly I heard, "He can be a real butt too though." Dustin and I shared a chuckle. Petey was too serious and enjoying his pampered attention too much to join in. * * * * "David, should we go in to bed?" I looked up into two sets of eyes staring back at me, one set on a serious face and the other, smaller set on a grinning, happy face. "'Kay. 'S'pose so. But there is nothing like just drifting off, is there?" "Sure. Let's go in." I scooped up all our paraphernalia and laid it on one of the couches as I made my way down to my nice big warm bed. Ha ha. When I got there it looked as though I was about to share it with two little ones. Their sleepy grins made it worthwhile to consider, like I had a choice. * * * * More warmth spread through my body. Not from the body laying half way on my side, but radiating from my . . . my penis. I realized slowly that the other body that should have been laying on me was just a warm patch at my waist and laying across my groin. OO-OO-OO. My god that felt good. I had to stop it of course, AH-H-H-H! Little lips and tongue were attacking me in a very pleasant way. But I just had to find the strength to tell Dustin to . . . ARGH-H-H-H! Oh my God! "M-m-m. You gotz goop comin' outcher penie, David. And yu-u-u-ummy, it's sweet. You taste better'n Dustin or Grant." I looked at the little licker at my waist and motioned for him to come up to me. He grinned as innocently as though it was just another thing to do and crawled up into my remaining arm, snuggling down in, head nestled in my arm pit. "You like to do that, Petey? No one made you?" He giggled, and gently slapped my chest. "Silly, why would somebody hafta make me? I likes all your good stuff and I likes feeling it in my mouth the mostest. M-m-m-m. You're the best though. How come you gotz sugar comin' outta yer penie, David? How do you do that?" It sounded like he was relaxing to the point of just rambling on until he fell back to sleep, but not until I told him, "Oh, it's not me, Petey. You're just tasting a little boy made of sugar and sweet things melting all over my penie. That's all." I could feel more than hear his giggling. "Huh-unh. You gotz sugar in your penie. M-m-mm. I'm gonna hafta get it outta there. M-m-m-m. I can't wait . . . . Well, he'd have to, at least for the rest of the night. * * * * * End of Chapter 34 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. 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