Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 14:59:12 +0800 (CST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 10

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 10


	Russ and I went downstairs so he could dress to go pick up Sam and
Grant.  He also pointed me down another flight of stairs to find the three
boys.  That wasn't hard.  I could hear them a long time before I could see
them.  If they were having half as much fun as it sounded, then there was
little hope for that poor room.  I entered a bedroom that was huge.  Just
the bed seemed to be half again as large as the king-sized bed in the
apartment back home.  The room had a wall of windows as did most of the
bedrooms on each floor, I found out later.  The commotion was coming from a
hallway to the right of the entrance.  As I walked down the hall I noticed
closets on one side and a huge vanity on the other side.  Then the hallway
burst open into another good-sized room in the middle of which was a sunken
tub with those three guys playing and having a messy, wet ball.  All three
looked up at the same time and heralded me to join them.  Soon we were all
laughing and playing.  It was great fun.

	The tub was more of a small pool and poor little Petey was almost
too short to keep his head above water.  He went from boy to boy hanging on
to anything he could grab, sending the rest of us into an aroused state,
but laughing at the same time.  Soon we were ready to get out.  On one side
of the pool was a shower area that had two shower heads on the wall and a
really big one in the ceiling pointing down.  Both boys hurried to try to
turn it on (I guessed that turning things or people on was their favorite
pastime) and as soon as Clayton and I got there it seemed like they'd done
a pretty good job.  As we soaped each other up I noticed that there wasn't
a soft dick in the place.  It didn't even take a magnifying glass to see
that Petey was excited too.  I kind of backed up a little to admire the
view of the handsome men in the shower with me.  Of course, each was unique
in his own way.

	Petey was small and thin and, like Grant and even Dustin, could
have easily been taken for a girl except for one small protrusion.  His
arms and legs were bean poles and his chest was just barely showing any
form at all.  His tummy was just leaving the toddler stage but not enough
so that it wasn't still just a little puffed out.  He was so beautifully
tanned.  In fact, the most common things about all three guys were their
tans and lack of tan lines.  I shifted over to enjoy Dustin.

	He was only three years older than Petey and still two years
younger than my Grant.  I knew though that there was no contest as to who
had the most experience sexually.  As he was on his knees rubbing Clayton's
legs with soap I could tell that there was more here than getting a clean
body.  His hands came up to meet in between and at the top of Clayton's
legs.  He let their thumbs stay and play with Clayton's ample balls before
traveling around and grabbing Clayton's rock hard cheeks.  Clayton seemed
to be enjoying himself as he seemed to be having a hard time concentrating
on washing Dustin's hair and shoulders.  Petey was soaping Dustin's back.

	Dustin was well formed for being so young.  I could see that there
was some form to his stomach.  Not abs but the sides were cut in just a bit
to indicate that he would have a natural figure that men would die for.
The rest of his beautiful form was every bit as wonderful.  He was solid
yet thin, muscled but not bulging.  He actually seemed to have more form
than Grant for his age, but I'm pretty sure Grant wasn't encouraged to
exercise or anything like that for his ten years.  It sounded to me like
Dustin and Petey had lots of encouragement by their parents and others to
do deep knee bends, push ups and other exercises aimed at someone else's
pleasure.  But the kids seemed to thrive on it and enjoy themselves in the
process.

	Clayton.  Wow.  He was magnificent.  Still, the one trait I enjoyed
most about Clayton was that he was unaware of his beauty, at least as far
as not flaunting himself.  Oh, he was certainly extroverted and maybe even
perverted but his lack of pompousness made him even more attractive to me.
He looked over while I was enjoying the sights of them washing.

	"Are you coming to get cleaned, you voyeur?  I think we need to
take care of David, men," he called out.  And they did.  All three pulled
me into the stream and soap and hands were flying everywhere.  I closed my
eyes and enjoyed the sensual feelings.  "Be gentle boys.  He's still
healing from his burns."  Soon my front was turned toward the water and I
was being rinsed.  Someone was spending a lot of time making sure my
manhood was clean.  I was turned away from the water and, with a gasp, I
felt someone's mouth begin to inspect me close up.  A tongue was swirling
around on me sending the most wonderful shivers throughout my body.  I had
to really concentrate on my knees staying locked so that I wouldn't
crumble.

	"Well, it looks like you're just about done."  My God!  That was
Clayton's voice in my ear!  My eyes snapped open just in time to see Dustin
open his mouth and raise his beautiful brown eyes to grin at me.  I leaned
over and picked him up and hugged him to me.  His legs wrapped around me,
squeezing himself to me.  Then he planted a big wet kiss on my lips and
pulled back, smiling.  Even that was a magnificent feeling, but one that
didn't make me feel quite so confused.

	"Dustin, you are something else. Do you know that?" I asked the
little sucker.  (Sorry.)  He did, because his smile got bigger and he
nodded.  In front of us, I could see Petey's head and could tell that his
hands were under Dustin's butt.  Dustin gave a groan and I could see his
brother rubbing soap into his back.  A second laster I had the same
feelings when Clayton started in on my back in the same way.  I hugged
Dustin even closer; so close that I could feel Petey rubbing Dustin's legs
and his bottom.  I also felt Clayton move closer to me and begin to rub my
sides.  His arms went down to my hips and moved around until they were
massaging my buttocks.  My reaction to Clayton's washing technique must
have begun to be uncomfortable for my bundle.  I felt Dustin wriggle and
giggle as he must have realized what was poking him.  I tried to readjust
by lifting Dustin so I could flop under him.  I brought him back down with
him straddling my limb between his legs.  He looked up into my eyes and
grinned.  Then he squeezed his legs together to tease me.  It worked!
Petey began to giggle and flicked me once.  He whispered something to
Clayton, like I didn't know, and Clayton came around me to look at where
Dustin was sitting.  Actually, my arm was doing the carrying.

	"Looks like the beginning of a log jam there. David."  Nothing
worse than a smart-mouth nurse!  Both kids were laughing like hyenas; so
much so that I had to finally put Dustin down.  They bothh had to point out
the reason for their laughter and Petey reached once more to flick me, but
I moved away in time, for once.  Hah!

	"Hm-m.  Petey wasn't supposed to do that, huh?' said Dustin through
a huge grin.

	"Heh.  Well.  No, it would be better if he didn't." I was without
words.  I had to change the subject; now!  "I think we're clean!"  I looked
over at Clayton to see if he agreed.  His eyes were as big as saucers and
there was a mixture of awe and a smile on his face.  I turned toward
Clayton after setting Dustin down, leaned toward Clayton and snapped my
fingers.

	Clayton jumped back to be with us again.  I'm sure that catching
Clayton in awe did not happen very often.  Then this big mischievous grin
took over his whole body as he sidled up to me and hugged me close.
"Anytime you want a big boy to help keep your penee warm, I'm there for
you."  And he kissed me long and deep while the two kids hugged us both and
cheered him on.  His hands were everywhere and I was in shock and still
hard as a rock.  Well, of course, since two sets of eyes were at almost the
right level, and were undoubtedly looking for just such a warm toy, I
suppose I shouldn't have gasped that loud when they both tried to do their
flicking thing.  Shit!  After that shower, they probably could have done
pull ups on it.  Unfortunately, or not, pull ups wasn't even close to what
Clayton wanted.

	Clayton was a help actually.  "Boys, help me dry off David and
let's get some ointment on him."

	"A-w-we!" came the complaints of the two sexy siblings just hanging
around.  But they turned off the water and we dried off and I was led to
another room full of exercise equipment and one of those massage tables.
Clayton told me to lie down while he went for the ointment.  As soon as I
got up on the table and lay down on my back the boys were massaging every
part of me that they could reach.

	"Okay, fellas," Clayton called, "Let's let him relax.  Dustin,
since you're tall enough to reach David's side there you can catch those
red spots on his hip and his legs."  He squirted some cream into Dustin's
hand and then he started on my neck and chest.

	"What'll I do, Unca Clayton?" asked Petey on the other side from
Dustin.

	"Hm-m-m.  Maybe you can help Dustin down there somehow."  But I
guess instead of that Petey decided to disappear.  I looked on my right and
he was gone.  Dustin and Clayton began their tasks and, because of my
previous state of arousal and their wonderful hands, I soon forgot that
Petey existed.  I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensations they were
providing me.

	There really wasn't much left of the burns, but as the two guys
applied the cream I began to notice that Dustin was just moving his hands
back and forth over the same leg.  Since my head was lying flat, I opened
my eyes and looked up at Clayton.  He had a big, funny grin on his face and
soon he wasn't moving around either.  He looked down at me and shushed me
when I was about to ask what was going on.  Then he put his hands under my
head, raised me up and indicated to look toward Dustin.

	Dustin's eyes got big and he let a laugh escape.  I could tell that
he was trying to concentrate on the ointment but it didn't seem to be
working.  His face scrunched but and then he'd burst out another laugh or
two, soon he was doing more laughing ang squirming than rubbing ointment,
in fact, it was all he could do to hang onto the bed to keep from falling
over.

	"Quit It!  Ha-ha-ha-ha!!  Quit It Now!  Hah-ha-hah!  I'm gonna
te-e-ell!  hah-hah-ha!"  And then it was over.  Oh, it took several minutes
for Dustin to be able to look up and speak almost normal.  "I think I
almost wet my...well, if I had pants on," he said, looking down at where
pants may have been at one time.

	Clayton let me lie back on the table but not before Petey poked his
head up from under the table.

	"Dustin's toes are really ticklish, huh?  You guys wanna try it?  I
like being tickled too."  Then he just kind of stopped and his eyes glazed
over.  I imagined that there were thoughts of his own tickle time passing
through a five year old's misty head.  He smiled unconsciously, looking at
no one, and tears formed in his eyes.  Dustin noticed, of course, and came
around to hold his brother.  Petey turned into his brother's shoulder and
said, "I wanna be back with mommy and daddy, Dustin."

	Dustin looked up to both of us with his own tears filling his eyes.
He let a small smile escape and then closed his eyes as he hugged his
brother closer.  He continued to show his love for his little brother; this
time by rubbing his back.  Cooing came from both of them and Petey leaned
in to him and said, "I love you, Dustin."  Dustin's smile got bigger and
Clayton said,

	"You sure do, Petey.  You love your brother a whole lot."  To which
Petey nodded his head several times.  "Dustin, you're a lover too, big
guy!"  To which Dustin beamed and then sniffed.

	"We're home!"  We heard the yell before we heard the door slam
open.

	"Down here!" I shouted up the stairs.  To the boys beside me I
said, "'Kay boys.  That's Grant and his dad.  I need you to be much more
careful about, hm-m."  I looked over to Clayton for help.  I'm sure I was
doing my best 'pathetic'.

	"Guys!  Don't talk about the sexy stuff until Grant's dad leaves.
Some people, I'm sure you've met some," and he looked over at me with that
'you sure fit the bill' look, "they aren't as comfortable talking about
stuff like that, okay?"

	"Sure!  We love Grant and so we want his dad happy too, huh Petey?"
Petey helped by nodding.

	"Okay, troops.  To our room to dress."  Really pathetic 'awes' were
heard from two little ones.  I got up to follow them out of this immense
bedroom when Clayton put up his hand.  "David, your clothes are in the
closet.  This IS your room."

	"Clothes?  My clothes were...Ka-pow!"  I shot my hands up to help
take all doubt out of Clayton's mind as to what exploding clothes looked
like.

	"Just look, David.  We did our best," he said as they walked down
the stairway to another floor.  "Check the closet."

	I turned back toward the closet as I heard more feet on the stairs.
Soon I felt an arm around my waist and my favorite guy standing as close to
me as possible without grafting to my side.  I turned to him and looked him
in his most wonderful smiling eyes.  God I missed him!

	"I know.  I missed you too.  Hm-m.  Heh, heh.  Close your mouth,
David.  Heh, heh."

	"I don't care how you guys do it; I just really, really missed you.
What are we going to do when you're at school tomorrow?"  Grant's smile got
even bigger.  He started shaking with excitement and his mouth was open but
nothing was coming out.  I held him at arms length and tried to encourage
his first word out with my head and eyes; you know, 'you can do it!'

	"David, I get to go to school!"  That made me feel great.  I was
going to miss him and he couldn't wait to go?

	"Well, yea-ah."  I answered, confused. That may not have sounded
too encouraging.  I thought he was supposed to hate school.  What kind of
an example had I been, anyway?

	"No, no.  You don't get it.  I've never been before!"

	"But you couldn't stay at the hospital because you had school to go
back to.  So I thought..."

	"Naw!  I home schooled.  Dad'd set me to task and that woman'd hit
me into doin' stuff, readin' and junk.  I've never been to a school,
school!  Didn't learn a thing."  He twirled and ran back into my arms, the
happiest guy; my guy.  I was still confused.  How could anyone do that to
someone?  Not home school, but no school, really; from the sounds of it.
Oh, he learned.  He learned a lot.  He was a bright kid.  He must have been
upset about not getting to do what the other kids got to do, I guess. So he
was elated to finally get to go to school..  And I had more chances to hug
him to death.  So I did.

	"Oof!  Jeesh, man.  Let me breathe!" he pleaded.  I let go, ruffled
his hair and turned back to the closet.

	"So, what does that mean to you, Tiger?  What's the best part of
that?"  See?  I was getting him to talk about it.  Of course, there
wouldn't be any stopping him anyway.  Who was I kidding?

	"KIDS!  Friends!  I don't know a soul.  I get to ride the school
bus and everything instead of just seeing it stop and pick up kids and
leave me.  I get to take my LUNCH!  Hah!  We bought stuff.  David, I don't
know who was more excited, me or dad!  We had a blast at Wal-Mart.  You
should see the lunch box I got."  Grab it up, cap it and sell it.  The
energy from a quarter teaspoon of his excitement and what he caused in me
just hearing him, would light up Euphoria for a month.  I turned to stare
at him; blatantly staring, full force.  I never wanted that emotion to
leave my memory; ever.

	"What?  What are you lookin' at?  What do you know, David?"  He had
been fairly dancing in place until he caught me gawking.

	"I know you are wonderful.  I know you are beautiful.  I know you
have captured all the love that I have and have thrown it back to me
hundreds-fold."  Yeah, that last one did him in.  He needed to do his tens
before he could figure out hundreds.

	"You know, of course, that we all think you are one strange bird,
huh?  Yeah, and I do right now."  Then he grinned again and leapt into my
arms, knocking us both down inside the closet and making us start laughing.
He landed right on me so I hugged him more.  Then he got that mischievous
look in his big brown eyes and planted a kiss right on my mouth.  It didn't
last.  Remember, I'd practically been his only kiss.  He kind of backed off
and looked, not shocked really, but inquisitive.  He looked like he was
trying to figure out where that feeling came from.  Then there was a light
of recognition.  He planted another one on me, but ground it in like he may
never get another chance.  It hurt, but there was no way I was stopping
him.

	"M-m-m!  I love ya, David.  You know that, don't ya?" he said,
pushing himself back on his arms on either side of me.

	"Oh, I suppose.  But it couldn't be half as much as I love you,
Grant.  Come here," I said with my smile.  He looked a bit concerned and
warmed up immediately into another broad smile and leaned in.  I held his
head between my hands and cocked his head to the side.  I turned a bit to
the other side and drew him in softly to my lips.  I allowed just enough
pressure and tried to make it a sensual kiss.  Then I parted my lips and my
tongue touched his lips.  Grant backed up in shock this time.  He looked at
me as if he was going to say something.  My eyes were telling him to give
in.  I think he heard them and melted into me.  This time, when his lips
touched mine and my tongue touched him, I was allowed entrance.  I stayed
just long enough to feel around a time or two and made my exit.  End of
lesson.

	"Wow!  That was very, very different," Grant said, raising himself
up and off me and wiping his hand on his mouth to stare at it.  "I never
woulda thought... Wow!"

	""Kay.  Gotta get dressed." I said, standing up.  Grant got up too
and huffed.

	"Awe.  I like ya naked!"

	"I like it too.  I really like my guy naked too," I said, ruffling
his head, "but we gotta take care of your dad too and I think all of us
naked might be too much just now."

	"Uh, huh.  You're right.  But when he leaves?"

	"Clothes flying everywhere," I said, remembering what that looked
like a couple of hours before.  "I promise!  Cross my heart.  Oh.  You know
the boys and the nurse are here."

	"No-o-o!  Not a nurse.  How can we have any fun?" he pouted like a
five year old who, incidentally, had walked up behind him with Dustin and
'the nurse'!

	"Old haggard Nurse Clayton at your service, pip-squeak!" said
Clayton in his old haggard nurse...well, you get it.  And so did Grant.  He
whipped around and was attacked by a whirling dervish of ticklers.  They
all fell at my feet, laughing and tickling.  Soon no one cared who they
targeted to tickle; no one was immune.  I calmly chose a shirt and shorts
and sandals and moved to the side to sedately dress like some pompous ass.
They never knew.  Soon there were complaints; excretions were imminent.  Of
course, that read: attack that one even more!  I started laughing, just
looking on.  It was great.

	Soon, the kids ran away toward the bathroom and Clayton found
himself on his back, looking up at me with a very satisfied looking grin on
his face.  As he got to his feet to meet the guys coming out, he said to
me, "I could get used to this abuse.  I never would have guessed it but
these are great kids.  I love people but these guys have my heart."  He
slapped me on the shoulder as he passed me to see that they found a comb
and had straightened out their clothes for dinner.  I sat on the bed and
gushed inside.  I will never take love for granted.


NTLFG - The End of Chapter Ten

To be continued - Unless you think this is a good place to end.  You're
probably bored with it, huh?  Let me know.

Comments on the story are appreciated.  Thank you. I'm Matthew Templar at
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