Date: Tue, 16 Oct 2007 11:20:52 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 24 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! But write to me and say how you liked it anyway. I will answer all emails. 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 a beautiful tale about freeing boy slaves and very 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! * * * You are my best critics. Let me know if it's still working. Tons of things can happen between everyone from this time frame until the reunion, or I can just skip to it and get this story over with. You decide! Then I'll just do what I ws going to anyway. And I need you to continue to keep me honest. Mail me, Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com * * * * * * Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 24 It was a desperate cry for help! How could something so harsh and agitating come on a night of such wonderful bliss with my little partner, snuggled into my arms, his tiny tight buns cradling my soft penis after he made me see stars as I never had before. It was no dream, though it may have been on the part of the screamer downstairs. Luckily, it didn't wake up my Grant. God knows he must have been exhausted. It would be a long time before I'd put him through that again; maybe even hours. I was able to slip out of bed and make my way to the steps. As I approached I heard a quieter cry, not nearly as much anguish in his voice. Clayton was coming down the steps, still somewhat dressed, with his book in his hand. I told him I had an idea of what was going on, that it was James experiencing some withdrawal as a result of our talk earlier. He nodded and gave me a really firm hug before he turned to go up again. I continued to the next floor below. James was standing with his back leaning against the doorway to the boy's' room. His head was back against the door jam and his eyes were closed. When he heard me approach, his eyes opened and he looked like that trance was upon him again. I was thinking at the time that this was going to be a long night. Just as I was about to do something to get his attention, get him back to reality, he shook his head and looked around like he'd just awoken. When he saw me the second time he started to wilt down the wall and tears began to run down his face. I rushed the few steps to him and grabbed him into my arms. He threw his own around me and squeezed; hard! When my breath began to return as he unclenched me from his death grip, I noticed that my front was now wet, cold and sticky. It seems that, as traumatized or frightened as James was, it also included a wet dream scene that produced results as were evidenced on me. He noticed it too. "Oh my God, David. I'm so sorry. I didn't even realize I'd interrupted you with Grant." He stepped back to see what was causing the stickiness between us. "Oh, that's okay. I . . . . Wait a minute!" I was starting to escalate in defense of myself, but I knew I couldn't lash out at all, let alone a time like this. "I'm sorry too, James. But the truth is, I came down here clean. I'm afraid you didn't get to enjoy your dream like you should have." He slowly started to nod his head as the reality sunk in and his eyes grew larger. Then his head drooped and he was bobbing gently as sobs began to build. I took a step to him and held him. "Let's go over to the other bedroom, guy. We need to get to the bottom of this." Trying to lighten up the moment just a bit, I squeezed one of his tight butt cheeks as 'the bottom of this' left my lips. He jumped a bit and I was rewarded with a nice attempt at a smile, considering where the priority of his emotions was at the time. There were two double beds in the little boy's room and James had no trouble taking one of them since Petey and Dustin loved sleeping in each other's arms. We had to check them before we left their room. Not because we were worried, but just to have another chance to gaze on such beautiful boys, clearly devoted to each other. Petey was cupped on his side into Dustin with his hands between his thin legs as if to warm them. Dustin was in a classic spoon form behind his little 5 year old brother. One arm was Petey's pillow and the other was his blanket, as it draped down the side of the flawlessly smooth skin of the little guy. Dustin's form was so amazing for his age. They were both bronzed from total exposure to the sun, but Dustin had a bit more form to his legs, chest and arms that would escape Petey until he ran off his needed baby fat within a few years. It may have been my knowing some of Dustin's past in the realm of sexual experience, but he seemed to exude a surprisingly strong sexual ambiance that screamed to be touched. I heard a sigh come from James as he looked on too. We left them after I pulled a single sheet over them. They never moved. When we'd settled onto the bed in the matching bedroom on the same floor, still sitting up, I noticed him shiver. I was a little cold too, so I opened the closet and found a blanket. I draped it over both of us and pulled him close with my arm around his shoulder. "That must have been quite a dream, James. Anything to do with our talk tonight?" He shivered again, but if he was as warm as I had become, it had to be from his memory of the nightmare. "Yeah, I s'pose. It was a dream of the two guys that did it to me. I thought I didn't want to remember it but it just came back up in that dream. But, David, it was even scarier than what they did. What they did was, it was kinda' . . . ." I felt him shaking again, this time it was accompanied by tears. He turned into me and held on tight as he cried harder. I hoped talking about his experience was enough to get it out and away from him, never to creep up on him. But I was no doctor. "James, let it all out, guy. You aren't to blame for what those two guys did to you. You realize that don't you; that you aren't to blame for it?" Something worked. He stopped his crying and spent a minute or so sniffing back some of his tears, not the ones that spilled on my chest, but that was okay by me. "It's not that, David," he whispered, "it's, it's cuz I liked it, I think." "Uh, James. I, uh, don't quite know what to say to that. Let's finish where you left off and maybe it will give us some insight as to why you felt that way. Let's see, you were talking about your time at Sun Haven. It sounded like you were pretty occupied with the two men at times." "Yeah. And with Mrs. Hawes and the two boys. Yeah, it was a blast. And we sure did blast often enough." He was really perking up as he talked about that time. "But, James, I'm curious about something. You mentioned some poles and gymnastic equipment in the yard when you came into the camp." I was trying figure out if there was something that was happening that wasn't quite right as far as the depth of his experiences, especially since he admitted liking some rough stuff from two guys. "Oh, yeah, that. Well, it turned out that two of the poles were for badminton and the other was for something called tetherball? It's a ball on a rope that you to hit as it swings by and you try to wrap the rope around the pole. I guess it's some ancient thing kids played back when." Ouch! I remembered playing it myself at some kid's house when I was much younger. Back in the Dark Ages, to some. But I was somewhat relieved that there wasn't another purpose for the equipment. "And the pummel horses, James; what were they for?" "Pummeling, I suppose. We just used 'em to jump over. We lined 'em up and the kids'd run up and try to get over 'em. It was so neat to watch 'em try 'cuz they'd watch me jump over them easy. Ha ha, they couldn't get over 'em. Dustin'd be layin' over one with his backside pointed straight up and we'd spank him good till he got the nerve to push himself over. His dad'd come up and pat his butt and rub it all sexy like and Dustin'd stop moving and just lay there. Then his dad'd pinch him every time, right on the butt cheek. Ya'd think Dustin would'da caught on, huh?" 'Maybe he did catch on, James. Maybe he liked the attention from his daddy." I was thinking that it wasn't what I would have expected from my father but that was my family. The Hawes family was a different breed. But at least I hadn't heard anything that caused alarms to go off in my head, or anywhere else on me, for that matter. "Then we had this late night thing on Saturday nights where they tied ropes between the poles and we had so much fun horsein' around, doin' fun things to whoever was tied between 'em." So much for silent alarms. "You mean kids were tied up for everyone to use? What kind of a place....?" "Huh? What are you . . . ? Naw! You crazy or something? We just took turns and got tickled and spanked and shot with water pistols. It was so much fun cuz you couldn't get away unless you cried, 'Uncle!' real loud. But no one did. Even Petey did it. He was laughin' so hard, he really wet his pants; well, if he had any on, ha ha ha!" Whew! I finally breathed. The tension left my shoulders and I fell back on the bed, waiting for another round. "'Course, then there was the night Craig showed me another use for it. Yeah, that was swell." I sat up! "Craig said that I might like something that he and Tom, his brother, had worked out. They made sure the two little guys were tucked in, then Tom and Mrs. Hawes and Craig and I went out to one of those pummel things. Tom climbed on so that he was on his stomach across that thing. There was a milk carton box for the misses to stand on so he was even with her, well, you know her, woman parts?" I looked over to see a blushing boy looking back. I nodded, indicating my memory of such places and he continued. "So, while Tom was lickin' for all he was worth and Mrs. Hawes was screamin' and holding his head buried between her legs, Craig rammed him from behind in one fell swoop. Man, that even made my butt hurt. God, it was so hot though. It made Tom push into Mrs. Hawes so hard she stepped offa the box. Wow! Craig was really going at him and Tom was lovin' every stroke. It just pushed him into his wife and she was humping his face so hard. I don't see how he coulda' breathed. There was so much sweat drippin' and people ruttin' and pushin' and I kept gettin' closer to see where Craig was attached to Tom's chute. He was so big in there, I thought he was gonna go straight out Tom's stomach. Oh, and a really hot thing! Oh man, I saw Craig get lower and push straight up into Tom a few times, oh God; and then push down into him. That sent Tom into orbit and I was sailing. Mrs. Hawes was rooting everyone on and moaning and grabbing Tom's head. I was goin' nutso just watchin' it all. Then Tom reached for me and started strokin' me till I came in gushers. Oh, it didn't take long. He yelled into the misses and came all over the padding as Craig and Mrs. Hawes came so hard too that, well, it was so great and hot; and I can't wait till it's my turn on that!" He was talking so fast at that point I had to calm him down. I reached over and rubbed his sweaty tummy and abs, but I didn't expect to help him THAT much. He started cumming all over my hand almost the minute I touched him. He was bouncing around on the bed like there were ants biting his butt, and trying to grab his firing hose to complete his orgasm. Finally, as he calmed down, both our breathing returned to normal. That had to be one of the hottest tales of lust I'd ever heard. I laid back exhausted and thought for a minute. "James, did you, ah, were you ever. I guess what I was wondering was ..." "Oh! Fucked? Naw; not there. Dustin tried but he was too short. Craig said we would talk about it and he said he already talked with Tom about it; said we needed to take our time. I was okay with that. I was in no hurry, really, until a coupla weeks ago. Then I didn't have a choice." "So all this time you spent with Craig and the Hawes and they never penetrated you once?" "Nope. "Least, not back there. He he, I got penetrated enough in my mouth though. I really like a nice big, juicy cock dripping down my throat." "Okay then; moving on," I sighed as I willed myself to return all that blood to its rightful place, elsewhere in my body. "Tell me what happened in the last few weeks." "Oh. Already?" he said quietly, grudgingly. He looked like I'd just told him that his tooth would have to come out. He skootched around a bit and fell back so we were lying next to each other. He kind of rolled my way a bit and propped himself up on his elbow. He absentmindedly drew circles on my chest until I put my hand on his and looked into his eyes. "Yeah, okay. I was supposed to meet the Hawes at Sun Haven. Craig'd left me there for the week and I was working to help the Emerleys with the chores they needed to get ready for the season coming up. They'd been so nice to me, and I really liked them. It was neat being able to help with grown up stuff. Anyway, at the end of the week the Hawes were going to pick me up and go to their place for a few days. Then we were going home to talk to my dad. I didn't really like that part but it would be worth it to have more time with Tom and them. Then they never showed up. I didn't know about the accident till I got up here, after . . . ." His head dropped again, like he was embarrassed. "It's okay James. It's just me here, and I only want you to say it so that you can get it out. Honest, it'll be better." I wasn't convinced and I don't think I did a very good job of convincing him. "H-m-m. The problem was that they were s'posed to be coming as the Emerleys were leaving so I was going to be there alone for a coupla' hours. But the camp had closed cuz they had a sister that died in Oregon and they had to go up there. 'Course no one else had any idea that the place was locked up." "James, how come Craig didn't take you home? He lived right next to you." "Oh, no. He had some week long conference thing in Florida he had to attend. Some kinda work thing; then his boss was taking the whole mess of them all to Costa Rica for snork . . .somethin'. You know, swimming and diving?" "Snorkling. I guess it has some nice diving places. Well, that explains it." "Sure, but people'd come up and want in and I just stood at the gate and explained. Someone said it was the first time they'd closed for years! I don't know about that but there were a lot of disappointed people, reservations and everything. It was a mess. Sometimes there were four or five cars waitin'. Hell, I was gettin' yelled at until they stopped comin' about dark. I couldn't even leave to call anyone and I didn't have a phone number for the Hawes, only Craig. "When everything died down and it was dark, I got all weirded out cuz no one came to get me. I saw this car up at the top of the drive but it was all run down. I knew the Hawes car and it wasn't theirs. But, it was parked. I went up far enough to see if there was someone I could get a ride with, but it was empty. So I wandered back down toward the Emerley's cabin for something to eat. Hell, oh, sorry! Heck if it wasn't locked." I was shaking my head trying to show him it was okay to cuss all he wanted. It was his story. He was expressing his emotion. He just needed to keep on with it. Wow! That was some nod. But around here, that may have been enough. "Yeah, well, okay then. It was locked and I had to go too. Figures, huh? I didn't even have a flash light. So I walked down to the closest village and . . ." "Uh, 'scuse me? Uh, village?" I hated to slow him down. "Oh, sorry. You really need to go there, David. You'd really like it. Yeah, the villages are where we stayed. There's like four cabins and all that room in the middle. Then there's a barbeque place and a shower and rest room building. It's so cool. They must have like four of these set up there. Then there's cabins and tents all around, but closer to the entrance. They have lots of other buildings to do crafts and eat; things for the kids and a cool indoor pool if you want." He'd raised himself up on his arm and was shoving me playfully as he described his haven at the Haven. I was trying to nod in time with his story and nodded really big and smiled when he invited me to his favorite Sex Haven. I was game! Then I flashed on Grant and calmed down quite a bit. But not James. He got so animated when he talked about the place, it was fun to watch him. I was glad he enjoyed himself, and it sounded like the Hawes, Craig and even the Emerleys watched out for him pretty good. I guess they did okay protecting the two termites, so I guess James was safe under their wings, too. What was I thinking? He'd just got beat up! I shoved him back and he started in again, after a little chuckle. That may have been the last one for awhile. "Shit." He looked up real quick to see if I caught him swearing and I just shook my head. "Yeah, it was shit! There! And it also happened to be what I was doin'. Just sittin' there, minding my own business, when the door of the restroom opened. Heck, there wasn't s'posed to be anyone there. I said, 'Hello?' and I heard nothing! Then I got all scared cuz I heard steps walkin' around. It isn't a huge place. It's only got two sitters and a coupla' urinal things, oh and two sinks. The showers were in the next room over. So I pulled out paper real quiet like and tried to hear more stuff. I heard squeaks and stuff, but I couldn't tell where they were coming from. I just wanted to get out of there so fast, and I knew I couldn't do that with my pants around my feet. So, anyway, I wiped real quiet and pulled more and, oh sorry. Okay, I was done. I started to pull up my pants and this voice comes out over my head. "'Looks like we got a sweet one here for the takin', big brother. He looks good enough to eat.' "Then I heard another voice on the other side. I was too scared to look up. Hell, if I hadn't just finished, I'da pooped my pants but good." He'd raised his arm up, over his head to cover his eyes, like it would block out the vision that he was reliving. "'Looks like he just cleaned his little boy pussy for us too, Malcolm. I think we oughta help him get even more comfy and get him outa his travelin' clothes.' "'Yeah, great idea, Farley.' "I was so scared. I quit listenin' to those jerks and started thinking of my way out in the dark. It wasn't so dark that you couldn't see anything, but it sure was dark, 'specially in there. So I pushed off of the seat and made a run until I slammed into the metal cubicle door. I guess they'd thought o' that and blocked it. "'You ain't goin' nowhere mister, and if'n you don't wind down a whole ton, you're gonna be the worse for ware.' I guess I'd been beating on the door to get out. I wasn't cryin' or anything yet. Boy, I sure can't ever remember being more scared of anything." I heard a big sigh come from beside me and turned a bit to see him move his arm and stare straight up. For a second, I thought I'd lost him to that zombie state he gets into, but he shook his head and looked at me. I glimpsed a quick smile and then he was thinking again. God, I hated for him to have to bring this all back up, but I knew it had to get out, like a bad abscess needs to be popped. Yuk! "One of 'em opened the door real slow and grabbed me on the arm, real hard. I was screamin' and complainin' just in case someone happened by. I didn't know what to do. And that's all I remember." Huh? What does that mean? "Well, not totally all." Oh, good. How was I going to help him through this if there wasn't anything there, at least in his mind? "Yeah, really, the last thing I remember is a fist slamming me in the face and a burning pain where it hit me. Then I blacked out. Next thing I know I'm on one of those pummel dealies, strung up just like Tom was on that night. Except I was tied up and it wasn't my choice. I thought I was lucky cuz I still had all my clothes on. In fact they were just coming back from some where, walkin' toward me, grinning up a storm. "So, I'm laying there and notice blood on the padding from my nose I guess. I was cold with my clothes on and these two perves were getting all excited. "'Looks like the punk is awake, brother. Hey, kid! You have a nice nap, cuz we're ready to play. We got boners that won't quit and we're puttin' their fire out in you, haw haw haw.' He even sounded like a donkey; more like a jack ass. So I said so." "What? You're all tied up and these guys are gonna ravish your body and you wanna call this guy a jackass?" I was tingling with anger or something. I was ready to slap some sense into James lying next to me. Of course, even for me it didn't take long to realize it was a bit late to change what happened two or three weeks ago. Still, James never really caught on. "Yeah, pretty neat, huh? After all, what else could they do to me?" Oh, kill you, certainly rape you till you bled, call their friends to help, kidnap you to where you'd never be found....! My God! I was breathing so loud and deep I thought I'd pass out. He had me enraged at what could be done to this young teenager and he was leading them in leading him to slaughter. Whew! I breathed deep, several times. The count to ten thing, maybe it would work this time. I was calm. "Just for the record, James," I said calmly, rising to my arm and bending over him. He looked up at me expectantly, like he was going to get the key to the city or something for his quick thinking. "If this ever happens again, and you have the choice of calling your rapist a name or just being quiet?" His eyes kind of twittered to indicate he was ready for the next phase of the award. "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Needless to say, it wasn't the award he expected. "You coulda been killed you little twit! Then what would we do without you; what would your parents do, or Craig.?" I lost it. I was breathing hard and he was in total shock, then he just melted, not into tears, but turning his head, like in shame. Great, David. Is shoe leather a protein or a carb? "So, you sayin', that's prob'ly why they whacked me around before they made me the main event?" Now, he was getting it. I hunkered over him and hugged him tight. He just breathed deep a few times and sighed, "Guess I need to watch my mouth. It gets in the way sometimes." He was so much like me in some ways, it was scary. "If there is a next time, James, you may find your mouth out of the way and off your face where you can look at it, if you don't watch out." And then he saw me swipe at my mouth and mime as it fell off of my face and onto the bed next to him. He kind of nodded his understanding. "I gotta pee." I fell back over so he could get up. When he came back he looked very tired. "You okay to go on, sport? We can finish this another time if you need." He was standing next to the bed. Then he walked over to the window and pulled back the drape. I could see that it was lighter than it should have been for the middle of the night. Dawn was approaching fast and neither of us had been to sleep for more than an hour or so. Combine that with the emotions being tossed around and I was feeling exhausted; he must have been near collapse. After a long moment of silence, I noticed his shoulders start to shake. I saw them start to fall like someone was slowly letting the air out of him. I finally got to my senses seconds before I got to my feet and ran to catch him as he wilted into my arms. He was like a dry sand castle that you just touched and it fell apart from that point out to every point. He was too big to carry and I was too tired. I just sat down and held him. He was more or less in my lap. I rubbed his chest as he dropped his head back onto my shoulder. We must have sat there for a few minutes, just letting him cry and me feeling the tension go from him. "David? I just want my dad. I wanta tell him everything. I even wanta tell him I'm sorry and that I don't care if he kills me when he finds out; I . . . I just wanta tell him I love him." He wasn't crying as he finished. He was resolved, almost resolute in his desire. I wouldn't have been too surprised if he just got up.... Shit! He just got up! Oh no! He's gonna do it, I thought. He's gonna go pack and take off for home right now! Not at night. How could anyone be so dumb as to think he could do that at this hour? He was going out the door as I called to him, "James! Stop!" He turned as he heard my desperate voice, held his hand on the door to steady himself and said, "What is it? What's wrong?" "You can't just go home at this hour, you. . ." His look stopped me mid sentence. It was his version of a look I had come to be very familiar with during my stay in Euphoria. He scrunched up his nose and squinted his eyes at me. "What are you talking about David? I'm not going any farther than my bedroom. I'm too tired to remember where I live much less go there. Jeesh!" Whew! Well, at least I got by without making myself look too bad. Hah! "And, David? Who'd be dumb enough to go out at night to do something so stupid? You just taught me to think before I leapt." Crow; maybe for a change of menu once in awhile. Crow, instead of leather. * * * I couldn't have been asleep for too long; the sky outside was still somewhat dark, not much lighter than when I'd laid down. My arm had moved from over my lovely little Grant, spooned into me so wonderfully. I didn't want to open my eyes; I really wanted to drift back into much needed, blissful sleep. But I had to feel him again. It struck me that I must have been dreaming; it was all so perfect. My arm went over his form and found a warm chest to rub with my hand. I was amazed at how far I had to reach. It was almost like one of us, him I'm sure, had gained a ton of weight since we'd last laid together. But, in a dream, anything can happen. I caressed him, back and forth a few times, before the urge to go seeking took hold of me. It was also taking hold of me at a lower place in my anatomy, soon to make the backside of Grant's anatomy a bit more uncomfortable. But I was willing to risk it. My hand slid over a slightly rounded tummy; hardly enough to make up the weight difference. Another thing struck me as odd as my hand found a little concave area that formed the outer base for his navel. Ha! His navel base! Boy, did I need sleep. As I went farther toward my ultimate goal of his little nubbin of a peter, I was amazed at how close it was to his belly button but seemed to be about half of his usual size, even when he was soft. But he was so smooth, like he'd bathed in a moisturizer before bedtime or just like a much younger boy like . . .Petey?! The reality of my findings caused my hand to snap up to Grant's side. I took the time to slide it down between Grant and the other little being, wedged into Grant, exactly as Grant was wedged into me. Right then, Grant was the middle of a flesh sandwich made up of two boys and one tired, mostly adult guy. "M-m-m-m! More, David. Do me more. You do it so nice, an' it makes me all tingly where you do it." His little, high pitched voice was so soft; more of a purr than the words of a five year old. "Hi, Petey. I love you too. How come we get to have you in our bed tonight?" I tried to copy the softness of his voice, and I didn't want to stir up Grant. It was far too early for him to wake up. "James came back from the bathroom and missed his bed, I guess. He gotz into my bed and he gotted up behind Dustin and I could feel him lovin' him with his hand like you did to me; 'cept James was cryin'. So, Dustin woke up and asked him why he was cryin'; only, and I had to le-eave, said Dustin, 'cuz I wasn't big enough to hear. I mean, old enough. Then, I was mad at 'em." I'd never heard from an angry Petey before. But he quickly changed. He did this wicked little laugh that kids do when a glorious idea pops into their conniving little heads. Grant is really good at that laugh. "So, I thought about coming with you guys and lovin' in your bed one night, huh? Good idea, huh?" He'd turned around by now and was almost ready to climb over Grant to get to me, I thought. "Wait, Petey. What do you need?" That stopped him. His lower lip curled just a bit and fluttered on the verge of a cry. "I, I just thunk I could lay on ya like I seen Grant get to do. I, I never get to love ya, David. But I don't have ta'." His eyes weren't going to take no for an answer, but he waited as all the possibilities swam past my brain, never once connecting with anything remotely plausible to dissuade his request.. I was doomed, but it looked like a nice, sweet doom. "Kay, little punkin'. Come on around. Let's not wake up another guy, okay? Isn't he sleeping so nice." "Hehehe. Yeah. He's prob'ly 'zauseted after you guys were lovin'. You guys sure make a racket up here sometimes. But I don't come and see. But Dustin comes back and tells me stuff and I like what you do to Grant cuz a' what Dustin tells me." Well now. Looks like we needed to keep the door closed for one thing. I doubted if a talk with Dustin would do any good since we were practically inviting him to spy on us, I'm sure. And, knowing him, he was probably suffering more from not being involved then he would be from any talk I had with him. By that time Petey was standing next to my side of the bed with his thumb in his mouth and his fingers strumming his little nubbin of a one string harp between his legs. It was hard, as well as I could see in the darkness, but it was still not even two inches or so long. I couldn't see anything hanging below or behind his little peg. I imagined that it would be years before they dropped into sight, finally having had their fill of the warmth his body provided to them. God, he was cute. It made me want to have known Grant then too; but I was enjoying him up to that time enough to make up for all the years I'd missed. Petey climbed up, right on top of me. He was so light! It seemed to me that the sheet weighed more than his skinny little form on me. He snuggled a bit and lay very still. I loved the sound of his breath; even began to feel it as it warmed my chest below him. Then he must have lost patience, waiting for me to proceed with 'his plan' because he reached for my wrist and pulled it up and over him until he dropped it right on his tiny butt with a splat! He giggled and was quiet again. I stayed real still, leaving my palm motionless, cupping the most glorious little mound of smooth flesh. It was so hard not to move. Soon, it must not have been in 'his plan' to just lay there. He started to fidget his butt, moving it up and around. I knew what he wanted, but I was having a good time teasing my little waif just a bit more. Then the inevitable, "Umph." So softly; not even a grunt. I remained still and stubborn. "U-uMphf." Oh, a serious side to my little blanket that I had never heard before. But I had to hear one more grunt request before I gave in. He really fidgeted good. I never even considered that his manipulation, skin to skin with me, didn't bring on a post problem of significant proportions that would have made his belly uncomfortable. He was just so tender and sweet laying on me. "Unh, David. Rub me there, 'kay; like Daddy does and Dustin, too? 'Kay?" I was delighted to answer his request. I spent the better part of the next ten minutes or so caressing and rubbing a tiny backside. I went as low as I could reach and all the way up his neck at times, too. But I concentrated on the deep valley of the small of his back and the cute little rise of his tight buns. There has never been a more wonderful covering on any living thing then what God saw fit to stretch over the bony frame of the little munchkin laying naked on top of me right then. His skin was softer than velvet yet smooth and bronze like oiled hardwood. At his young age, every bit of his skin was connected to a nerve ending, sending waves of pleasure to his sensitive, growing brain. I know. I could tell by the humming and constant moaning; not orgasmic, just a little boy enjoying what little boys should get to feel every night at bedtime; just good, yummy feelings. After awhile his breathing was deeper, with an added, 'm-m-m,' every once in a while. I slowed my loving to let him relax into slumber. Soon, I heard only his breathing, so I stopped and let both hands fall off of my little warmth and onto the bed. "Oh-h.," from a disappointed but tired boy. I might have imagined it. What I thought was, how wonderful it was to love such a little lover like Petey without it being anything else. That way, it would never interfere with my deeper love for the one to my side. "M-m-m, how come it won't inner fear, David?" came the softest, sleepiest voice from my chest. I didn't even think about him hearing my thoughts. As I opened my mouth to answer him though, someone beat me to it. "'Cuz he doesn't wanna hurt my feelings, Petey. Now will both of you please go to sleep so I can?" There was almost a minute of silence; during which all sorts of wild possibilities came flooding over my poor, tired, mind; trying to figure out how to keep my thoughts to myself, for once. "Your mouth is open, huh, David? 'Night." NTLFG - The End of Chapter Twenty-four 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. I get real insecure that it isn't working (my writing, not Yahoo!) Thanks, especially to Riquero for keeping me honest. You can also thank him for the extra quick chapter. His encouragement, along with a few other's got me on it in record time, so you reaped the benefits. I'm Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com