Date: Thu, 17 May 2007 08:05:49 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 13 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! Write to me with the date of your legal birthday and I will...Not! I will answer all appropriate emails, but, thank you in advance for your time to write. I also want to say, if you will write me, I will quit making spineless threats to stop submitting more. Unless you've submitted a story, you can't know how important it is to hear how you 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 resolving the problems I had with making legible sense out of this work and then encouraging me to hit the 'Submit' button. Read Brad's Idol in Adult/Youth and New Horizons in Authoritarian (it's really anti-authoritarian) to know the experience he brings to my story. You will not be disappointed! Then tell him to write FASTER! I need my fix too! I would also like to thank those who have trusted me with their stories, to edit and make suggestions to. Also, thanks Mike for your time. Your help has made a difference too, my friend. Your comments and suggestions are most welcome. Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com *** Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 13 I heard giggling. I felt Grant. He wasn't the giggler. But, somehow he was still on top of me. We must not have dozed long. His head was turned away from the door. There was nothing covering Grant and only his body, still warm from the afterglow, was covering me. My hands had dropped from his bottom and his legs had dropped to either side of me. Almost in reflex I returned my hands to hold his cheeks down there and turned my head toward the door and opened my eyes. This time, two sets of big, round, Disney eyes invaded my vision (it hadn't been that long ago that I had been greeted, one morning, by a set of eyes surrounded by fur.) Both boys were chuckling lightly and Petey had his thumb in his mouth, but removed it to ask, "Did we miss anything, David? Huh?" said Petey. That woke up my blanket and his moving began to wake me up. Grant turned to look at the boys and said through his wake up haze, "'Mornin'." He stretched out, pulling his legs together on top of mine. Then he turned to look up at me with a big questioning gaze in his eyes and his mouth dropped open. I felt him squirm to separate his legs just a little; enough to allow my swollen staff to slowly slide up, between his legs. I gave a kind of 'what's a guy to do' look and his mouth came together to form that devilish grin of his. Then I felt his legs squeeze back together, entrapping me and making me gasp. The boys were oblivious to what was happening until Dustin started to move around the foot of the bed to the other side to see everything. It was evidently unavoidable; his inspection brought out the hard truth of my condition. I switched my eyes to find Petey who was still looking into Grant's eyes, just as I felt Dustin's hand swipe the tip of my exposed cock. Grant felt it too and looked up from Petey with shock in his eyes. Then he relaxed when he realized what had happened. "That looks comfy," said Dustin (swipe). "We just missed it, huh?" (Swipe!) "Dustin!" I wasn't going to plead, but I wasn't going to last, either. (Swipe!!) (Arrugh!) Grant and Petey looked up at me and both said, "Missed what?" My eyes got really big at Grant as if to say 'you've got to be kidding!' To which Grant thought for a long second and mouthed an 'Oh' with a knowing nod. Petey was witnessing the whole thing. "Hey! You guys have tickle time or somethin'? You didn't wait for us." "Petey!" said big brother (SWIPE!!!) (Ha-a!!). "That's because we were busy with Unca Clayton downstairs silly. H-m-m-m!" (SWI-I-PE!!) I wouldn't, couldn't last long at this rate. I heard their words but it made no sense to me in my state. Grant had that same silly (SWIPE!!!!), knowing (SWIPE!!!!) grin on his face that only got bigger every time Dustin brushed Grant's butt when he rubbed my tip. (Swipe!!!!!!) (Oh Gaw-w-wd!) (Arrughh!!!) Grant's mouth flew open as I involuntarily humped between his legs. I couldn't believe that had happened. I couldn't believe that all that stimulation would add up so fast, making me a shaking idiot in the hand of an eight year old. "Yeah! Wait'll Unca Clayton wakes up and knows we're gone, huh? We had good tickle time and then we got to cuddle lots with Unca Clayton, huh, Petey?" Petey helped by nodding. But you couldn't keep him quiet. As Grant gave me a look of disgust from the wet feeling seeping between his legs, Petey had to tell us, "Yeah! He didn't even wake up yet, so we came up here, huh? H-m-m-m!" This place was dangerous. First this mind reading thing, then these 'hm-m-m's. And who knew what these kids would come up with next. "Yeah! Can we come up?" Huh? Both boys piled on top of Grant, causing him to start laughing while being crushed. I joined in by starting a tickling fest on all three boys. Soon, we were all laughing until we were crying. Luckily, boys were sliding around and off of the guy on the bottom; me! Grant couldn't take the guck clinging to him anymore so he went in to clean up. I suggested to the boys that we join him. "Yeah! Yipee! Oh Boy!" We walked; well, I walked, the other two flashed, into the bathroom and joined Grant in the shower. He was so patient. By the time I walked in they were all soapy and washing each other to the side of the water. I reached for shampoo and dabbed some on each boy then thoroughly washed each guy's silky hair. I hurried when I realized I was leaving myself exposed to Petey as he faced me while I washed his hair. I quickly turned him around when I noticed him reaching for my.... "Aw-w! No fair. I wanna help wash too, David," he said over his shoulder. "You just enjoy, Petey. I get to wash you big time." Then, with his back against me, and me leaning over him, I swooped my soapy hands down from his shoulders, all the way to below his waist and all the way back up, making a big point of sloshing every part of him in between. "M-m-m," cooed Petey with a giggle, "Do it again, please." And I did, a couple more times. I heard Grant and Dustin laughing as they made very little effort to seriously clean each other. After a few more passes I knelt behind Petey, who seemed to be unaware of anything else except me washing him. He looked over his shoulder with a grin and backed up just a step to be sure I could reach him. The anticipation in his eyes was so charming. I grabbed more soap and ran my hands up and down his sides, making a big thing about going all the way from his armpits to his feet. "M-m-m. You give me a good bath, David. I like it." And he would giggle a little louder and twitch away just a bit when I passed his waist. "You tickle sometimes, too." The other two were playing a little grab-ass; looking for things to tweak and flick, I imagine. I let them go at it as long as they weren't jumping around and risking a fall, like onto me! "Petey, I love clean boys." I grabbed him and hugged him from behind. Grant's skin was smooth and soft but Petey was still a baby in a lot of ways. His skin was remarkable. Imagine how lucky I felt to be able to love these guys and, at the same time, be their protector. "But most of all, Petey?" I said in a question, with my chin on his little shoulder. (Giggle) "Yeah?" I couldn't see his eyes grow larger or quite feel him hold his breath, expecting my next words, but I could imagine the excitement that I wanted him to have. It must have worked because the other two boys stopped to look over at us and I was just able to notice the same look in their eyes as I finished with, "Most of all, I like to EAT little boys!" And I did the chewing thing into his shoulder as I tickled and held on, making sure my levity didn't cause someone a concussion in a slippery shower. Petey tried to dance out of my hands, giggling and screaming in delight. The boys came over to save him and started to tickle ME! I was worried about slipping so I gathered us all together and slowly worked us to the shower floor all sprawled out on each other, laughing and kicking and screaming like banshees. God, I was lucky. I never knew something so simple could be so much fun. As I was attacked by three naked little fish boys, I had to tell myself that I didn't need to dwell on what I had missed out on but that I could grasp what I had, right now, at my finger tips. So I DID! "Whoo!" Yey!" "Ha-a-a!" I couldn't get enough of their noises. But I was getting hungry and thirsty. Their little bird sized tummies had to be just as empty as my tank was. And then there were their hollow legs! "Let's find Grampa Russ and have some breakfast." "Ye-e-e-y!" the two brothers screamed and started to run out of the bathroom. "Hey! Let's get rinsed first!" I exhorted them. They ran back, did a rain dance under the waterfall and were off again while I was still trying to stand up. Grant was pushing on every part of me to help me up, laughing as he did it, really no help at all. He had this big smirk on his face. I swung around making like I was looking for the boys but they were goners. "I bet they're dry by the time they stop runnin'. That's what I bet," he said giggling. We finally dried off and found our way, naked, up the stairs to the kitchen and found two wet, naked boys drinking OJ and eating toast at the table. Clayton was at the stove tossing up some scrambled eggs. Grant laughed when he realized Clayton was wearing an apron around his waist; only the apron. Hell, with his build and looks, I was envying that cloth that covered his special build. "Pour yourselves what you're having to drink, get silverware for yourselves and sit." "What's funny, Grant?" Petey had to know. Grant pointed to Clayton's bare backside and just as he did, that backside turned around into Clayton's aproned front side. Clayton walked over to stand in front of a shrinking boy who looked like he'd been caught in the act, which, of course, he had. "He was laughing at my hiney sticking out of this apron, Petey. Pretty funny, huh?" He turned his back toward Petey and stuck out one of his best features and really wiggled it for all of us to see. He then stopped and looked over his shoulder at Grant with a stern look that caused Grant to gulp that last sip of orange juice. Then Clayton broke out in a huge smile and said, "Gotcha!" Grant about popped a vessel, then laughed with the rest of us, though, his was a 'much relieved' laugh. Clayton set down the frying pan and came over and hugged Grant and asked him, "Do you know I love you, Grant?" Grant was a little wide-eyed. All this lovey-dovey stuff had to be so new and unreal to him still. Then he melted into a huge DeWitt shine and blushed, "Yeah. I love you too, UNCA Clayton." He smirked at me at his funny. "You bet I am Grant. I'm everybody's Unca up here, aren't I boys?" The other two young ones nodded as their eyes gleamed over the glasses of OJ that were at their lips. Clayton came up to me and said, "'cept you, David. We can just be friends." And he plopped himself into my lap and flashed his eyelashes at me, causing three geysers of OJ to erupt from laughing mouths. I had to be blushing big time, so he had to cash in on that. He grabbed me by the ears and laid a big fat, open-mouthed kiss on my mouth and rubbed it around to make it even funnier to the guys. This got me to laughing which made us both start in and then coughing from the exchange of breaths. We were quite the picture I'm sure. We were soon enjoying a nice breakfast. The chatter was fun, listening to Grant and Dustin mostly. Petey would take a bite of his breakfast and chew while swinging his legs back and forth, looking around to take in everything and anything. I thought I should ask when our host was expected to rise and join us. But our littlest guy beat me to the punch. "Unca Clayton, where's Grampa Russ? He's gonna miss your, m-m-m, good food." "Little guy, he ate earlier. He's been up and gone for hours, it seems. You all slept in. He went to help Grant's daddy at the site of Euphoria Fried Chicken!" "Huh?" "Huh?" "Huh?" "Huh?" Yeah! All four of us looked at him as if we didn't already know he was nuts and said it almost at the same time. "Okay! Not really the name! They're talking over some possibilities, I guess. Then Russ, your Grampa Russ, is coming back to scoop up two of the littlest guys here and take them on a field trip!" "Hey! That's us, Dustin. Weeze gunna go on a 'feel' trip!" The two older boys blinked long enough to realize Petey's error and broke up laughing. "That's Field trip, Petey. You get to go over 'field and dell' to get to someplace neat." Everybody stopped and looked at me. Most were aware that I needed help. Petey was nodding like he thought he should understand what I'd said. "What? Do I have to explain myself?" "NO!" Three this time. Perfect unison. I know there is a practice chorus night in Euphoria, somewhere. But I got the hint. I leaned over to Petey to pat his leg. Luckily for me and Petey, we heard a door open and Petey screamed, right in my face, "Grampa Russ! Grampa Russ is home! We get ta go on a 'feel' trip!" He jumped up and ran around the wall to find Russ. In a minute, while listening to Russ and Petey talking back and forth we finally saw them walk into the room. Petey was in the arms of his adopted grampa. "Okay boys. Time to git! Clayton, would you help them get dressed?" Russ asked, setting Petey down. "Just going to suggest that. Come on boys. Hop on and we'll try to figure out if clothes will actually stay on you for longer then a second and a half." And, with that, Petey climbed in front and Dustin 'whooped!' and climbed on Clayton's back. They soon disappeared down the stairs, laughing and talking about how funny 'Unca' Clayton could be. "What's up, grampa?" asked Grant. Russ sat down and patted his lap. Grant beamed and jumped up and went over to sit on one of his new, favorite seats. He made a big deal about snuggling in and I couldn't help but smile too. Grant looked over and returned my grin. "Grant," said Russ, hugging his grandson into him, "This is no big deal. We just need the boys to be with their mom and dad as much as they can. I'm takin' them over to the hospital. When we get back in a coupla' hours you kids can swim while your daddy and I talk to David." "Huh?" Grant sucked in his breath. "Why? What'd he do this time?" He looked at me with some trepidation and I smirked back at him, knowing I'd done nothing with which to be at fault, I hoped. "He hasn't done enough to get into any other mischief, boy. We just want to talk about your daddy's new venture into the world of culinary artistry." "What world?" Grant asked, trying to turn to look his grampa in the eyes. "His new restaurant. Did you know that shack on your land was a diner once?" "No-o-o! Yuk! Who'd want to eat at it? You're kiddin' me?" "Nope! I rented it out when we all lived there and your momma and dad rented it until your momma got sick. It was too much for Sam to bear and he had them close it up. It didn't do all that well, but, hell, Euphoria's doubled since then." "You mean to 12?" I asked. Grant chuckled. "Hey! We got a good hundred people or so. We were talking. Possum is just a few miles away and so's Boston. (I looked up, eyes questioning at that name.) Obviously, not that one. So we think we can rustle up some business. Grant, your daddy's a fine cook. He can whistle up a banquet with a dead squir...um, chicken. That's it, chicken." Humphf. "Very funny." Though I doubt that Russ could hear me over their laughing. "Anyway, David, Sam is comin' back with us after our visit. Till then you guys can lollygag around and check things out. Now, just be careful of the studio over the garage. There's some heavy things up there ready to fall over, I suspect. I haven't got up there much lately. Though, for some reason, I've got a hankerin' to go back up there." "What's a studio for, grampa?" "Oh, just some whittlin' and paintin' and stuff. Probably bore you guys to death." I saw Grant's eyes light up and his mouth start to form a smile. I was definitely interested. Like I said, I'd always liked to use my hands. Yes! In that way too! Then Russ got kind of quiet. "You'd probably be more interested in the pool, I'm guessin'." Russ was being totally odd for him. He was almost acting shy! Russ? "What are you lookin' at?" I looked over at Grant and he had that thing going with his eyes, trying to pierce Russ to the very root. He must have thought the same thing about Russ and was trying to pry inside to see what was written on the walls of Russ' mind. "Now cut it out!" said Russ, setting Grant on the floor and standing up. He walked away a few steps and looked over his shoulder. "Not fair using that look, Grant. I didn't teach it to your daddy to have it used back at me." He was pretty uncomfortable, afraid to reveal something deeper than a dusty room. "Russ, we don't need to go into the studio if you don't want us to," I said. "We're all still vulnerable from lots of mending of the physical, but especially the emotional kind. But if it's still too painful or something, we'll take a rain check." "That could be a long time around here. Hell, I don't care. If you...tell you what. Wait'll we get back and I'll go show you. I think you'll find some interesting things up there, both of you." "Weeze READY!" Who needed a paging system when we had Petey? Imagine all that voice coming out of such a little package. And there the package stood at the top of the stairs, hair combed and smartly dressed, wearing one other essential piece to complete the look of our favorite five year old: a big smile. Dustin appeared beside his brother in much the same attire, shorts and tab-front, sandals and no socks; even down to the smile. He looked as sweet as Petey. For some reason I had the desire to walk around them to see if their clothes were the break-away type. Then Clayton came upstairs and started scooting the boys toward Russ. 'All present and accounted for, Captain," announced Clayton with a tight salute. Dustin giggled as he looked up at Clayton, but Petey saw his 'Uncle' and he saluted too, beaming. ""Good job, Clay. Thanks for doing that. They are two handsome young men, I'll have to say." Just then, Petey reached down and grabbed a big handful of his own crotch and rubbed as he looked kind of uncomfortable. "Let's git, guys. I know someone who can't wait to lay their sights on you two fine looking specimens. Nurse O'Hara! Hah!" And the boys both screamed at the name and ran for the front door, laughing when they realized their Grampa Russ was right on their tails. But Dustin stopped and turned toward Grant and me. "You guys wanna come? We get to go see mom and dad. I don't know if you want to but it's okay with me, huh Petey?" Petey nodded and went over and took his big brother's hand. "Not this time, guys," I answered. "You deserve some time with them. We'll have time to meet your mom and dad soon enough. You go and tell them all about what you've...well, tell them that you're behaving very...heck, tell them that we love you guys very much but we would give all that up so that you can all be back together like before." Finally! I think I got something out of my mouth that was semi-coherent. Evidently, Dustin thought so too. He walked up to me and pulled me down to my knees; then he wrapped his arms around me and laid his head on my shoulder. "You guys are the best. I don't wanna cry anymore. I just want mom and dad back. But you guys are really neat to let us be with you. Even you, David." Well, I was almost misty-eyed. I must have gulped or something. Dustin held me at arms length and laughed when he realized what he'd said. Everyone else was wondering about it, too. "Heh. I just meant that you're new here too. But you're just like everyone already. We love you too." Okay, the mist returned. "You guys have a great time. Maybe Grampa Russ will take you to get something special afterwards." Both, no, all three little guys breathed at the idea of a treat. But Grant hit me on the shoulder and looked like he might be missing out on something. "Oh, and bring it back here so we can all enjoy it," I finished, grabbing Grant and tickling him some. "Come on. Train's a leavin'!" piped up Russ. They made their way out, talking a mile a minute and excited about their next adventure. "Back so-o-on!" yelled Russ right before the door slammed. "Well guys," Clayton said, breaking the excitement of the moment. He untied his apron and walked toward the kitchen, flinging the cloth toward a counter, never looking to see if it actually made it that far. "Let's find this pool that Russ talked about." That got a 'yes!' from the two of us, so we went out the door on the side of the house that I hadn't seen yet. "Grant, have you ever been up here before?" asked Clayton, putting his hand on one shoulder. I got the other shoulder, after we cleared the door. When we got outside there was the same drop off, of course, but on this side of the house there was more sculpted land, making paths that went up and down over natural rock formations. One led to that garage and at least one other went down and around a big rock. It seemed to continue down like it might take us to the valley eventually. We decided to try that one. "Nope. Never been here before. Wow!" said Grant as we turned the first corner. To our left, away from the house, as though pouring out of the side of the mountain, was a three foot wide waterfall that fell about ten feet into a small pool, then escaped by way of a stream at the front of the pool. I could tell that the stream was man-made, but, upon inspecting it, as it made its way back and forth on its journey to the bottom of the mountain, it was very cleverly done. It just looked a little too uniform to be mistaken for natural. It seemed odd; after all, the other formations seemed so real. As we walked along a path that wound its way down, sometimes beside the stream and sometimes not, I realized that the path disappeared a few feet farther away. We came to a high outcropping of stone and the path went right through the middle, or between two huge rocks. On the other side we could look farther to the left and see a huge natural cutout in the side of the cliff that was way off to the side and half way down the mountain. It was grass lined and big enough for some trees but also big enough to be the home of a wonderful pool. Grant whooped and Clayton gasped. I laughed at the genius of putting it there, complete with the path to get there. Grant started running and soon we were laughing and running with him. When he got to the pool he didn't stop and neither did we. Ker-splash! The sun must have warmed the water in the pool or, that's what I thought until I leaned against the water that was pouring down from the waterfall fifty feet above us and at least fifty feet behind us. The stream's water was toasty warm! The stream was built to naturally warm the water that ran into the pool! It was a solar system. But it still didn't explain why the stream was so uniform; oh well! That hardly mattered. We were having a blast! It was a full-sized pool and we took advantage of every inch of it. Of course, we would gang up on the easiest victim, Grant! He spent more time flying through the air than he did in the water. He was more fun than a beach ball, and we told him often. He just couldn't stop laughing. It didn't take him long to quit making the insincere pleas to stop our games, and just enjoy the attention. Clayton certainly wasn't single-minded in his attacks. Every once in awhile he'd dive and attach himself to something floating under the water, just to see my reaction, I suspect. Well, he got it often enough. I tried to ignore him but he was having too much fun. Clayton was his own person and he didn't seem to care if he upset anyone with his antics. But he was also a lover. I could tell. If anyone else had seen him looking up at me, after those kids attacked him in the closet, they'd know that he was a guardian angel...well, whose wings were in the shop! After what seemed like hours of play, I was getting tired. When Grant tried to pass by me, laughing, I would try to grab him. When he finally got a bit too close, I got him! I wrapped both arms around him with his back against my chest. I could feel the tension and heavy breathing, then it all let loose to allow him to push back and really cuddle as I squeezed him into me a little more. I started to back up to rest my tired bones against the side of the pool when I fit into a smooth, warm form that grabbed me too. "H-m-m!" That was the collective sound of three tired, naked guys, purring with satisfaction at the feeling of being close. Grant was nestled with his butt right over my penis. He was light enough that his legs would start to float up. Once, as he caught himself, my penis slid between his legs; something to hold him in place. But I wasn't hard. It was just the right feeling of utter contentment. Then, for fun, I let my legs rise up like Grant's did. He giggled and I gasped. As I came down I was riding on another piece of hard flesh that was long enough that it poked Grant too. "H-m-m," came the two voices in front and back of me. I was trying to figure out how to stay on Clayton's fence rail without falling over. But the sensations were not lost on Grant either. "M-m-mm! You feel so warm and good David. He giggled and told Clayton, "I can feel you too, Uncle Clayton. I like being with you guys. I'm having fun." "I sure like being here, too, Grant. I love all of you guys like my family." "Well, I don't want to be the party pooper," said Clayton over Grant's giggle, "But we need to go up and start lunch before our men get back." "Aw-w!" Grant moaned. "Just a few more minutes; please?" I let go of Grant but he stayed connected because of the growing problem between us. I gave him a nudge and he finally spread his legs enough to stand on his own. I was still connected to Clayton! I pushed off of Clayton with another moan coming from him and stood proudly before the great stream of warm water to issue my wisdom of the day. Ahem! "It's okay, guys!" I said, in my haughtiest voice, "We finally found something that we can have over the boys. They're always crashing in unexpectedly. Hah! We've got 'em now! We found the pool and they have to ask US how to get here, Hah!" Brilliant! And I stood straighter and prouder long enough to let this bit of victory settle into the minds of my companions. Yes, there I was, in front of the stream of water, with my hands on my hips, to accentuate the importance of our discovery! "Whe-e-e-ee! We-e-eze he-ere!" We were all wondering where 'weeze' was and I turned around expecting to see them coming down the path. What I saw, when I turned toward the voice, was a flash of flesh and what I felt were two feet in my chest knocking me back, into the deep end! NTLFG - The End of Chapter Thirteen To be continued Comments on the story are very much appreciated. Thank you. I'm Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com