Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2007 22:57:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 19 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. Unless you've submitted a story, you can't know how important it is to hear how you, the reader, like an artist's work. Thanks again. Finally, there is not enough room to express my gratitude to my friend, Dwight Wilson for his dedication to the editing of this work and encouraging me to continue. Read Brad's Idol in Adult/Youth 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! Your comments and suggestions are most welcome. Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com * * * * * * Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 19 It wasn't until after the haircuts that, for some reason, I first noticed that there was someone else in the truck with us. Russ had to make a quick stop so he went ahead and we all piled into Sam's 'new' pickup. There was plenty of room for the five of us. James had Dustin on his lap and they were kibitzing back and forth like old friends. They had some tickling and talking and finally Grant asked them, "You guys know each other from somewhere?" They both wound down their laughter, looked around at each other and started laughing again. It must have been a funny joke or memory or something. James gave Dustin a big squeeze and answered, "Yah! We know each other from camp, I mean the...well, it's a..." "James, they know all about Sun Haven. And, guess what?" he said, all excited and fidgety, passing his enthusiasm to each of us as we waited for the answer. "We get to be naked at Grampa Russ' house! Wow! Just like before, James. An' you can too, can't he, Sam?" All eyes flashed to Sam who looked like he was trying his best to keep the truck on the road just then. "Uh, well, Dustin, we probably need to talk about that first. Uh, James, I think we may need to explain the situation up there. I wouldn't want you jumpin' to any, uh, conclusions." Then we all swung our eyes to see James smiling like he knew something he was bursting to set free, finally. "Oh, Mr. DeWitt..." "Sam, boy. Call me Sam." "Uh, okay, Sam. I just thought you should know that I met Dustin and his family at Sun Haven Camp about three years ago. It's not like most camps at all. Heck, it's not like most nudist camps. It's, well, kind of, uh, progressive. It's, hm-m, how do I say this?" This caused little Dustin to start squirming and raising his hand to help James explain something so delicate as... "It's a sexy camp!" Dustin blurted out, proud that it was finally explained. Wow! If we had all been tires, there'd be no driving that day. All the wind escaped the rest of us and Grant and I looked at an astonished James, gulping and trying to live through that simple explanation. "Well, uh, I don't know if I'd call it that. There certainly is a lot of love going around there, well...," he said this part as his hand went to his eye and his cut lip, "most of the time." I guess that answered part of my questions of what he'd been into lately. "Yah! Love and stuff." Dustin was doing his dance in James's lap again, getting excited at being able to share, I guess. "I love James and he loves me and stuff, huh James?" James was embarrassed no longer. Instead he gave his lap dancer a huge hug and admitted, "You bet, tyke. I love you as much as a guy can. Hey, I love another guy too. Where is he?" "Petey's up at the house, playin' with Clayton, David's and our nurse; huh, David?" David did some gulping of my own. "Well, yes, uh, they're coloring and doing the stuff five year olds do while their big brother is at his school. So, James, um, how well do you know the boys and do you know their parents, too?" "Oh, I've known... Oh! You want to know... No! I, I uh. No! Dustin's parents' have practically taken me into their family lately. In fact, I've been waiting for them to come back to the resort. They were going to take me home with them and Tom, uh, Mr. Hawes was going to give me a job. No, you've got to believe me," he said with a growing catch in his throat like he was doing his darndest to hold back tears. "I couldn't ever hurt these guys. You've got to believe. I know what that feels like. I'd die protecting them like they were my brothers or something even closer; I swear." I hadn't expected that outburst. I tried to move around, but I was sitting in the front. Grant was next to him and put his hand on his leg, patting like a big boy would do for someone hurting. I think Dustin was a little miffed at me. Not that he grasped where this was going. Just that I had aggravated his...friend? "James," I said, as tenderly as I could, "there's only lovers in this truck and if you are Dustin and Petey's friend, then you belong with us too. We've experienced a lot from these guys and heard all kinds of stories from their home. Not much would surprise us. They are wonderful kids, and if the Hawes have taken you in, then you must be wonderful too." I thought I handled that pretty well, until...James just started weeping. His head fell into Dustin's shoulder and he cried hard. It was too awkward for Dustin to turn around, especially when James's arms came around the boy and held him tight. Grant looked up at me with major concern, but not like it was my fault, thank God, for once. There was something else; the same something that was connected to the story of his colorful lip and eye. Finally, he began to calm down. Grant leaned into him and even tried to get his arm behind him but it wasn't working. So he leaned in and wrapped his arm around the leg closest to him. Soon, James wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, too. "I...I guess I needed to get that out. I'm sorry to be such a baby. I. . . . well . . . it hasn't been the greatest, that is, the last couple of days until I got to Pastor Mike's. I kinda got beat up and stuff." There was a major intake of breaths at that revelation. Dustin could hold back no longer. He literally rose up and turned around to plunk on James's lap, facing him. He was on the verge of tears and put his hands on James's face to look directly into his eyes. "What happened, James? How come you got beat up? Why would somebody do that?" He was trying to hold back but it was clear how much James meant to the eight year old. He was rolling out big tears by then. James pulled him close again as we all waited for the answers. It was Sam that led us toward some stability. "Look guys. Let's continue this conversation when we get to the house, or maybe we even need to wait until you young ones get back from the hospital. James, I'm sorry for what happened to you, but do you think you'd be up to going to the hospital with the kids?" "Oh, Mr. De. . ., uh, Sam, I'm fine now. It was almost a week ago. I don't need to go..." It was Dustin that looked up and explained. "James, not you. We're goin' ta see Mom and Dad. They're in the hospital. They got hurt real bad, huh Grant?" James was wide-eyed by now and looked over to Grant for more information. "They were all in a car wreck. The guys were pretty much okay, but their mommy and daddy got hurt real bad. Dad and Grampa have been taking them to visit everyday since they came to live at Grampa's, well, two days now." Grant looked at me and I gave him a reassuring smile. He was doing fine. He smiled his appreciation back to me. "Wow! I never woulda guessed. Gosh, little guy, I'm real sorry about your mom and Tom, uh, Mr. Hawes, but I sure am glad you and Petey are okay. I...I gotta go see 'em too, okay?" He seemed pretty shook up. Dustin was nodding through most of what James asked, wanting his friend with him too. They hugged again and I could see the sparkle of tears forming in James's eyes as well. They must have been closer than I thought. For the rest of the trip we were all pretty quiet. James and Dustin were actually sleeping, I think. Grant was still wrapped around James's leg and couldn't figure out how to get loose without waking them. Before long we were pulling into the driveway and Grant pulled free, barely waking the two guys beside him. As we approached the house, I noticed the 'Speed Demon,' Russ, had already arrived. The funny thing was that, after making the trip to the house alone, the passenger door was open. I walked up to that side and heard one of my favorite voices. "But Grampa Russ, where is they? You gots nobody in here buts you!" Then I saw Petey's bare bottom shining in the doorway of the dodger, kneeled on the bench seat. He looked up finally and peered out the back window to see his family leaving the new red pickup that had delivered my tired bod up the hill. "Theyze here, Grampa Russ! I seeze 'em in the other truck, huh?" He scooted out of the seat, thinking he would land on his feet, but I surprised him by catching him, throwing him up and around to come down in my arms, accompanied by my big hug. "David! I missed you guys tons! I got to color and play two different games and took my bath and everything! Clayton doesn't know how to play Chutes 'n' Ladders too good but we had some good tickle time. I missed you guys, huh?" And as soon as that left his lips he was fidgeting to get out of my arms to run to the others as they made their way to the front door. But when he hit the sharp gravel he tried to climb back into my arms and make me do the walking. That was fine with me. I could get used to the feeling of his baby skin in my hands. He was so smooth and silky. Both cheeks would have fit in one of my hands almost, but I was generous enough to please both of my hands, cupping his sweet cheeks and carrying them, with the rest of him, to the door as we all passed into the cool interior. Actually, it only made me want my Grant more than ever. I needed a 'Grant fix' soon! Then, of course, he wanted down on the smooth wood floor of the entry, as soon as we got in the door. He ran to Dustin and they almost fell down when he hugged him at full speed. The only thing that kept them up was James's arm around Dustin's back. It took Petey a full minute to notice, but when he saw James next to Dustin he went nuts! "James? Zat you? James? James!" he screamed, jumping into the boy's arms, taking him down onto his butt on the hard floor. "I didn't know you knew where I lived. I thunked you was back at camp but you're here, huh? You look differ'nt. Hm-m." He pushed back a bit, sitting on James still, and rubbed his chin like an adult, deep in thought, might do. Of course, everyone, including James, was laughing at his antics again. Then, as excited as before, he burst out laughing, much to the delight of everyone, as he slapped his bare knee. "Ha, I never seen you with your clothes on, James. Hey! Youze got to get naked like us, I mean, me!" And he got up and started doing a naked dance, I guess, enjoying his nude five year old freedom. James was blushing by this time and Russ came over and held out his hand and helped him to his feet. "James," Russ said, "welcome to our home. As long as you need, consider it yours too. Seems these boys have taken a liking to you and that means you belong with us too." He slapped James on his back to welcome him, practically sending James to the floor again. "Now, let's get some grub and get out of here and down this hill and see some parents. Whaddya say, boys?" "Yeah!!" came the shouts of the smallest of our family, and they ran to the kitchen. Grant grabbed Russ and Sam's arms and smiled over his shoulder at me as he guided them to his food source, making sure they didn't get lost on the way. He was so cute. His cheeks were red, flushed from all the activity, I suppose. It just helped to make his dimples stand out and his complexion as clear as glass. He really was beautiful to me. * * * We enjoyed a simple lunch of sandwich makings that Clayton had spread out for us. He was busy with Petey and James and I was elected to help Dustin get cleaned up and ready for his trip to visit his parents. Soon the two boys, James, Clayton and Russ were off to the hospital and grocery shopping and Sam had gone back to supervise the end of the day's work at his place. That left Grant and me to clean up the lunch mess and then think of what we wanted to do next. "Whaddya wanna do, David? Ya wanna swim or what? Ya wanna explore Grampa's studio or what?" Grant had just dried the last dish and threw the dish towel across the counter and turned to smile up at me. "I know one thing I wanna do first." Now I was getting a smile on my face, anticipating his next sentence, hoping for the same thing this horny guy wanted, as Grant reached over and took my hand. "What's that, little lover?" I asked, as calm as I could muster, hoping I wasn't too obvious in my need just then. "I gotta pee." And the little bugger laughed and ran away down the stairs, still laughing until he was down the second flight and out of hearing. 'Well, at least he's down there, in the bedroom, where I want him', I thought as I walked to the top of the steps. When I got to our room, he was just coming out of the hallway to the bathroom, grinning his huge grin, lighting up the room. "Whew! That was close. I was sticking outta my jeans I had ta go so bad, but it still isn't getting small." Without a blush, he raised his hands away from himself and looked between his legs. I noticed a slight protrusion, indicating his condition. I was more than happy to help him through his turmoil. Hell, with a little turmoil we could do each other a lot of good, real quick, or all afternoon, too. "I know just the remedy for such a condition, my young friend. Come over to my office and the kind doctor will be glad to examine your problem." I'd ended up with a German accent. I'm not sure why all doctors have a German accent but it seemed funnier. I couldn't imagine my Grant wanting to get all lovey and gushy just then, though maybe later. I reached out for Grant's hand and he walked over and let me take him to my office, which was actually the huge bed in the middle of our room. I sat on the edge and had him stand facing me. "Hm-m. Vell, my boy," I said in my doctor's voice, as I rubbed my chin, thoughtfully, "we have quite a condition here, I see." I reached out and flicked his little spike, barely making a bump in his jeans. Grant 'yiped' and jumped a little and giggled his sweetest laugh. "I think I need to examine this closer, don't you?" "Oh, yes, Doctor," laughed Grant. "Examine away. I'm just your most bestest patient and will do anything you want." He was giggling so hard and his hand was over his mouth, finally. I reached for his shirt and began to pull it out of his jeans. Then, letting it hang there, I moved to his fly and pulled open the top button and felt for the zipper inside the flap. Grant was squirming, more from excitement, I think, than from being tickled, yet. I was certainly getting excited. I realized that if what I wanted to happen, really happened, it would be the first time we showed our love for each other on purpose instead of as a result of some natural flow of bodies together somehow. I put my hands on his waist, above his jeans, and slid his jeans down over slender hips, pressing them so I could feel him as I undressed him. He couldn't wait any longer and fell to the floor to take off his shoes and socks and pull off the jeans. Then he sprang back up like a little soldier to present himself before me in shirt and undies, hands tight at his sides. His grin was infectious. I loved him so much I was caught just staring into his big brown eyes. "Hey! Do me more, David, I mean, Doctor." Could that be an invitation to explore deeper? "Ya, Ya!" I said, slipping my hands around his waist once more, tickling just a bit as I slid the shirt over his head. That revealed a slim, lightly tanned chest with its small pink coins placed several inches apart, conveniently designed to leave room for both mouth and fingers. I moved my eyes to his flat tummy, exposing his innie bellybutton. He was so pure and beginning to brown. His young torso seemed like it was waiting for time to let it expand into the powerful young man that his family's genes saw fit to gift him with. But he was still ten. Of course, he was all giggles from the tickling, but I could see his smile and his eyes changing their look just a bit. It was that almost mischievous look he did but it was something else too. I hadn't noticed it before. But then, we hadn't had that opportunity before, really. As I threw his shirt aside I couldn't resist pulling him to me and hugging him. He was having none of it, though. He wanted to continue our game. All I wanted was to be as close as possible to my little guy. Okay! I may have wanted more, but I could be patient, too. He pushed himself until he once again stood straight, staring into my eyes. I looked at his white shorts and flicked his bump in front. He laughed and stepped closer, making it even easier for me to play with him. I reached for his hips and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underpants and looked up into his eyes. They were sparkling and excited, his anticipation on the brink of exploding. He exuded a wonderful innocence and, at the same time, a sexuality that was captivating me. I breathed deep, thinking that drooling just then might not be too wise. He looked like he could hardly wait for what I was about to do. Far be it for me to make him suffer any longer. Once again, I was only thinking of him. Ha! I slowly pushed my hands down his silky smooth waist and thighs while I noticed that his mouth was open, smiling, and his eyes were closed as he seemed to be delighting in every nuance of feeling. As I stretched to reach his ankles, my head came within inches of his spike. I couldn't resist an overpowering urge and he was shocked when I reached out and licked the tip of his boyhood. He gasped again. I could get used to hearing that all day. When he jumped a bit he landed in the tangled up jeans at his feet and fell on his bottom with a thud. He looked up at me with his nose scrunched, evidently a bit annoyed that I would let that happen to him. Then that look captured his face; that 'mischief in the making' look. He started to kick his feet until he was free of the last of the burdensome clothes. He simply glowed in the magnificence of his youth. Wow! "Now it's your turn," he told me. He leaped to his feet and jumped at me like he was diving, head first, into the pool below the house. I grabbed him as best I could, falling back onto the bed, taking him on top of me so that neither of us were hurt by his excited, silly stunt. But he wasn't laughing. He was smiling but there was business behind that smile, and that business was removing my duds. He started on my shirt and just pushed. Every time he came to another layer or piece of clothing he just pushed it away. It was up to me to unbutton or unzip whatever was in his way and remove it totally while he went on to dig his way to my flesh. Each time his wonderful hands touched my skin I couldn't help but shiver, feeling his charge, his electricity, but expecting, hoping for more each time. I was never disappointed. In minutes, my shirt was off and my pants and briefs were at my shoed ankles while I sat up on the edge of the bed. As though he couldn't wait, he stood nervously looking at his work, scanning my whole body before he lunged again, landing on top of me again. I felt him stiffen as I tried to hug him. He braced himself with his hands at my side and pushed himself up to look in my eyes. His scrunch was back. "You stink!" How subtle. I guess that, as we'd developed our rapport with each other, I should have been pointing out some hints of endearing sentiments that he might use in the future. Still... "I need to give you a bath or something. I'm not touchin' you till then. Yuk!" Maybe over the sound of water running I could begin 'Loving Talk 101'. The shower was faster than a bath and, after ridding me of my jeans, et al, we were together under the warm spray. He was the boss evidently as he grabbed up the soap and wash cloth and began his tedious chore of scrubbing the skin off of his intended victim, me! I pulled the cloth free from his hand and tossed it away. He looked up, a bit upset, then turned his mouth into a wonderful smile. He remembered the difference. As he washed my front with his bare hands, I massaged his shoulders, his back and chest; then I leaned around him to capture his tight buns in both of my lathered hands. He cooed and pushed back with his tight little rump, forgetting about my front as my hands molded the mounds that fit perfectly in each. His hands went around my waist to hold himself steady as my hands pulled his cheeks apart to clean every nook and cranny. With one hand I pushed into his cleft to feel its heat and feel him grind into my pelvis with his hardened tool. His head was buried under my chin and I could hear as well as feel him moan and coo in response to my play. I rubbed from top to bottom and back, through his boy trough, getting a gasp again and again, each time my slippery finger passed his most sensitive portal. Soon I stayed over his little pucker and concentrated on it, enjoying the softness and wrinkles, imagining what it would feel like if I was even deeper. I could feel his tightness ease and then grab in rhythm with his breathing, then repeat. I lingered there, loving him, and gradually pushed just a little harder each time. All of a sudden, surprising both of us, my fingertip was given permission to go one step more, deeper than before, but just a bit. "Oh-h-h-h, my! Oh-h-h, ah-h-h. What are you doing to me, David? It's so-o-o, ah-h-h. What is that?" "It's just my finger making love to you; giving you good shivers, I think. Is it okay, my guy? Does it feel good to you?" "Oh-h-h-h, ma-a-a-n!" he sighed, sounding as if he couldn't catch his breath, "I can't believe how good it is, David. I can't, oh-h-h-h ga-w-d, I can't believe you'd want to do that back there, ah-h-h! "I can stop if you like, little man," I said as softly as I could. It seemed like we tried more new things under water than anywhere. I didn't care. I was with my Grant. "Okay, but not, AH. . . Just, AH. . .Y-e-t!" he fairly screamed, exploding into his own orgasm of pure deep raw feelings, making him shake as hard as I've ever felt him react. As he began to settle down, I lifted him in my arms and kissed him lightly. He sighed happily and slowly brought his arms around my neck and pulled me into the most passionate kiss we'd experienced up to then. His taste was so perfect, so right. His lips expressed his heart to me if they were responding like mine, to him. Time stood still. Months passed in that few seconds and the water began to turn cool. It actually felt good because, then I could feel the heat of my guy pressed to me as he recovered his strength enough to tighten his legs around my waist. He was actually perched on my tree limb, letting it ride into the valley where he had just enjoyed his first penetration of my love for him. He finally stiffened and pulled back to look in my eyes. He sparkled. He grinned. He cooed for me. I was so hooked, addicted, infected. He was all I wanted. "That was so, so neat, David. That was my pooper but I never thought it could feel like something so good. It was the best. But I...I .." "What little guy? You what?" "I wanna do you!" he whined with a sly grin. "I wanna make you feel special too. You always have ta do me and I wanna give you good shivers and see you squirt!" And he threw back his head and laughed loud. Well, I couldn't exactly deprive my angel of his deepest desires, could I? You certainly wouldn't have considered it. So we turned off the cool water, walked to the sink where I plunked his skinny butt and reached for a huge towel to dry him everywhere. Even that felt special, knowing that his fresh, clean skin was a layer of cotton away from me; that all I had to do was reach out and crush him to me whenever I wanted, or needed. His moaning spoke the same feelings. He lulled in the attention, basking in my touches until he remembered his mission; his desire to please. "My turn," he said, pushing me a step back so he could jump down from his perch. He used the same towel to slowly walk around me, drying everywhere, bending close to kiss my clean skin every so often; but not nearly enough. I groaned for him and he would giggle in his delight. As he got around to my rear end, he kissed each cheek and then I sensed some time lost until I felt the warm wetness of his tongue lick away the kisses he had given me. I groaned even louder then and even buckled my knees to show him how special he was treating me. I can't really say that I tried to do that. I don't think I had a choice. Each leg and arm was dried and then my back, butt and then he came around to my front. I was in a state of bliss and had closed my eyes to give up that sense to intensify the others. Every breath, every touch by my little lover was exquisite, breathtaking. Then I felt a warmth on the one part of me that he had been neglecting, or rather, saving for last. I heard a giggle and felt rockets go off in all of my senses. Heat was raising the temperature and it was coming from a small, hot tongue continually licking the sensitive head of my pleasure pole. I didn't want to spoil the moment, I didn't want it to end but I had to open my eyes and see; I wanted to know what he was feeling too. Selfishly, I wanted it all. God, did he deliver! Big brown eyes were gleaming proudly up into mine as he continued his task of loving me. My mouth was open and I may have even been drooling, helpless to do anything except receive his loving caresses. There had to be a gallon of precum oozing out of my spigot, but he just kept licking and mouthing, capturing the head, then letting it go and then licking its length. He really didn't know the particulars of his chosen task, but with each touch of his warmth, his young mouth sent me soaring in no time. Just to know he loved me that much, he owned my heart forever. I started to feel that feeling, that tightness that says it's almost time. But it wasn't yet time for him to experience that kind of devotion. That had to be discussed first. So, reluctantly, gently I rubbed his back, then his shoulders and finally his chest, pushing him away from the intense feelings he was giving me. I bent down and picked up my little love stud. I just didn't want to spoil the surprises he had blessed me with by adding a spurting surprise of my own; not yet. But, oh God, was that hard to do. "Oh, Grant. That was honestly the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me except for one thing." He was beaming brightly until the last four words, so I explained when he looked down a little. I lifted his chin and kissed him softly. "You just wanting to love me is that one exception, little guy. That will always be my best, best, best thing ever, ever, ever." His grin returned ten-fold. Then he started to fidget until I let him down onto the tile floor. He reached for my hand and pulled me into the bedroom, up to the foot of the bed. Then, in his less than gentle style, he shoved me back onto the bed. "I can't even believe I did that to ya so long, David," he said. "But I liked it. I even tasted you; your oozes. I liked it 'cause it was part of you and I love all of you, even your weiner!" He giggled a deep giggle at that confession. Then he straightened just a bit to add, "But I don't know about playin' with your butt." Scrunch! I just stared at my guy with all the love I had escaping to go over to him. He was so perfect to me, so precious. "Grant, I never want you to have to even think about how to love me. You are so, so everything to me that just your being with me is what I want most of all. All this other stuff is just cream filling." As I said that his eyes got huge and his mouth fell open. Who knew how funny 'cream filling' would be to a ten year old right then, unless they had an idea of what might be coming. "You said 'cream filling', David. What are you gonna fill with your cream?" Then he threw a hand back to his butt as a light, a really bright light went on in his head, and he waved his head all around and laughed out loud as he cried, "No way." Then he covered his mouth and continued his head gestures, His little boy voice eking out through his hand, "Uh-uh! No way there neither, no way." Way too much time with Dustin. "Grant! Grant! Calm down. I just said I would never ever want you to do anything that you didn't absolutely love doing, with me, for me, to me. I never have to fill you with anything except my undying love, and that will never ever end." I pulled him to my chest and massaged his shoulders, his back and then his hiney. He calmed down and did his cooing for me. I continued to mold and massage his peaks with both of my hands as I blew warm breaths into the ear I could get to. He whimpered. I could finally feel him completely relax on me, but I could also feel a little something between us that was far from relaxed. I continued to pull and push in all directions on his cheeks, allowing my thumbs to press into his furrow and meet at the deepest point. One finger got to stay and resume its play from earlier when it was rewarded with Grant's total orgasm. He fidgeted just a little on me then relaxed again. Soon we were pushing our poles into each others' tummies and we were both enjoying the sensations and pleasures. Grant's hands moved to my sides and gently rubbed as high as they would go and then down past my hips and thighs to my knees. M-m-m. Let time stand still and we'd just be in that place forever. Grant's head moved and I opened my eyes to see him with that grin of late. He tried to move up me a bit, then pause to consider something. Then he'd move up farther and wait. Then he did it once more and I felt my hardening staff escape its confinement between us and spring up to find air between Grant's legs. He gasped then laughed as he evidently succeeded in his mission. With a smug look pasted on his little mug he slithered back down to his original resting place, but with me securely nestled between his thighs. He moaned a satisfied moan, squeezed his thighs together and pushed his bottom up an inch or two before settling back down. His eyes met mine with pure joy when he realized his idea might work. So he raised himself up again and again. I could see his thoughts revealed in his eyes as he seemed to be considering if what he was doing was working. The feeling was nice but it wasn't going to be enough, just yet, to send me anywhere soon. That is until I felt his little guy poking down between us just enough to rub against my belly each time he came down. His eyes told me that he was receiving some delight in that added bonus. Just the feeling of it being him on me was starting to cause me some deeper enjoyment, too. Then the inevitable flow of precum added to the moment to glide us closer to another place. Maybe enjoyment wasn't a strong enough word. Whoa! Maybe I wasn't going to have time to think of another, more fitting word. Soon enough his eyes widened and so did mine. My hands held his hips to assist in our mutual benefit. Each movement, up or down, was soon sending us reeling with pleasure, moaning and gasping loudly. Then Grant closed his eyes as tightly as he could and let his mouth drop open as he began to shudder. I could feel the movement start someplace near his core and escalate until his whole body was bouncing and jolting on me, sending me to that same, glorious place as wave after wave of pure joy sent me sailing to the unknown. Endlessly we shook together, as high as we could fly from our love for one another. For all I knew we could have been quaking for days, drowning in the cum that filled the space between his legs. For all I knew this was heaven; and it was, as long as I was with Grant. We were both panting, trying to regain some control, but still enjoying the after shocks. I'd twitch and he'd twitch; his head now laying flat on my chest. He'd giggle each time either of us shook, something he, okay, we had never felt before. It was so sublime, so limitless, where we'd been. I suppose I should have wanted to be there again but, if I never could again, oh man, it was so good, so wonderful, as long as I was with Grant. So I just had to wrap him up in my arms and crush him to me. But, at least, I let go. "M-m-m. David," came a wee whisper from my chest, "Do ya think they'd miss us at dinner if we just stayed here for all night and stuff? Hm-m-m." Then he sat up weakly, just enough to put his arms across my chest and rest his chin on them. "Hey! I never got to do you like I wanted." But there was no apology in those eyes, just his twinkle. "You silly! You sent me to the moon and beyond, little man. You may not have done me the way you wanted to, but you certainly did me that way I wanted you to. You were, uh, are wonderful. Can I have one of your special kisses to make it even more better than ever?" "H-m-m-m. Ya," he said through a giggle. He gathered himself up and pushed anywhere he could until he was looking straight down into my eyes. "That was my most favorite time so far, David. I liked seeing your face when you did it. And I didn't even go all 'ewey' when you squirted me. I didn't 'cause I love ya. I love ya bunches." I was just opening my mouth to agree with him when he fell on my lips and joined us in the greatest kiss yet. Then we just wafted away for a few minutes in after glow, enjoying the heat between us, the closeness. NTLFG - The End of Chapter Nineteen 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'm Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com