Date: Fri, 8 Feb 2008 22:43:26 -0800 (PST) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 29 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. I enjoy 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! He's starting . . . oops! I'd better not give it away. Sh-h! I need you to continue to keep me honest. Tell me your likes and dislikes, your ideas. Mail me, Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com * * * * * * Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 29 What was Grant doing, standing by the bed? He should be in it. Ah! Sleep-walking again. I still didn't know if what I was experiencing was a dream or real. Though it felt real, there was something about it that didn't make sense. I must have pulled back the single sheet that had been covering us, at least me, because my cool little companion got in with me. He must have been standing there for some time to be that cold. But it was my pleasure to wrap him up in my arms so that he was warming up quickly. He seemed a bit big, somehow and his smell was different. There was hair in my face, which I generally love, but not when it smelled a little like old clothes and mildew. Must have been because of the camping trip with his . . . ! He was still supposed to be gone! Huh? Not aga-in! I opened my eyes to see the head of hair; normal brown and a bit haggard. It didn't lay down like my Grant's and was too long. "El-li-ot?" I kept my voice down to avoid scaring the shit out of him if he was still asleep. "Huh?" said a wide awake voice, though soft and sounding tentative. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" It felt like he had stiffened, no, his body, like he was worried about being in the wrong or something. He cleared his throat. "Well, the guys were messing around in the bathroom so I was looking for my pajamas. When they saw me there, they looked really disappointed. I guess I should have known what they wanted to do. They didn't want me there; that was sure easy to see." He sighed and wilted a bit. I pulled him into me, wrapping my arm around him as we lay on our sides; classic spoon. He was really warming up. In fact . . . "So, you, uh, didn't find your PJ's?" My hand felt the warm smoothness of healthy teenage skin. My front side found the curve of his backside and his hairless valley, into which my manhood decided to go exploring on its own. "Hm-m-m. I quit lookin' for my pajamas cuz I felt uncomfortable around the guys. They'd stopped laughing and playing and just sat on the bed, waiting for me to do something, like leave, I think. So I did. I found the bedroom across the hall but it was so . . . so . . . empty. I know I'm not the most fun to be around, but I was kinda . . . I felt pushed out and unwanted. Lord knows I've had enough of that at home." He sighed like he was glad THAT speech was over with. Well, I was torn because I didn't want to betray my guy, but I also didn't want the guy in my arms to feel anymore left out than he had. I thought I'd be relatively safe. He seemed about as clueless as I did when I was let loose on Euphoria, some weeks ago. "So if you let me stay here tonight?" It was a sweet, soft, hopeful beginning to a boy's need for some gentle, kind . . . "You'll be my first man." Hopeful innocence? "Well, you know Elliot, I wouldn't say . . . . Uh, did you just say that I'd be your first man?" He tried to turn over so we were facing each other, but his cheeks had grabbed my stiff door knocker and were holding on until it snapped back and he successfully turned toward me. "Oh, yeah. See, I've never even felt someone close like you and me just now. It's really nice, David. I could get used to this real quick. I felt you, your, uh, thingy back there. It sure scared me at first but at least it isn't as big as mine. Boy, I got a stiffy so quick this time." Challenge! No guy can let a remark like 'size' go by him, especially from a punk kid that didn't even use his for more then pissin'; he certainly hadn't heard of cummin'! I scooted my butt back and whipped off the sheet. My eyes were dead center on his endowment. It was tight against his belly and looked to be just a bit wider than mine. "What? You checkin' me out? Don't believe me, huh?" He didn't really sound boastful, just confident. It made me wonder how he knew it was bigger than most, if he was so innocent. There isn't something called 'penis instinct', is there? "Humpfph!" was all that came out from me, except for my hand which pulled down the head of his saber so I could judge it's length. "Aw-w-g-h!" Oops! I guess I could have gone more slowly. He gave a little shake and a long, quiet sigh of delight. He also started leaking into my hand. It wasn't that I hurt him at all. "Sorry, Elliot," I whispered, even though we were well away from anyone else. And they were probably concentrating on other things, or thingies, as Elliot would say. "I didn't mean to make you jump." "Uh-h-h. It's alright. I, uh, no one's ever touched me before. Oh my word!" He was breathing between phrases, so I guess he'd be all right. I scooted back to get me lined up next to his to compare. I hadn't done this since Richard in high school. Damned if Elliot didn't poke me, leaving my six inches back about an inch and a half, and the base of my pecker wet with his juices. I looked up to tell him of his victory. His head was slowly going back, but his eyes were going back even faster. "Oh-h-h. That feels so incredible, David. Is this what sex is all about? Oh my, your thingy feels so hot against mine; and your hand. Wow!" His free arm rose up and out to wrap around my neck, but without any strength in it. I chuckled and leaned into him. "Oh, young man, you haven't felt anything yet." I thought for a minute about the feelings that I'd experienced with Grant, even with Russ on a couple of occasions. I also allowed myself to think that it would be selfish not to give this inquiring, uh, mind, a chance to experience some of that joy. I pushed Elliot flat on his back. I was going to explain but I didn't think he was in the same room with me any longer. His face looked like he was in orbit. When he fell flat, the movement pulled our cocks out of my hand. I chuckled when he sighed again, just over that bit of stimulation, his hot poker slapping him in the stomach. I found his again; not a difficult task considering its size. I tried so hard to just barely touch him, as lightly as I could. While my goal was not to have him removed to an asylum by the time I was done with him, I wanted this to be memorable, at least. His knees started to come up and he whimpered as his head shook back and forth. I stopped until his knees were flat again, then put my arm around him, letting him use my arm as his pillow, and just held his ample boyhood in my hand. His gasp was precious. It reminded me of my guy when we first went at it. Each time was just as special after that time, too. I slowly started to slide my hand up his considerable length, listening to his moans get higher pitched, the higher I climbed. It was like experimenting with an old crystal radio set that I got as a kid one year from my uncle. One experiment had you run a nail up this metal post to hear the tone go higher. Elliot was giving off the same tone. He was also providing enough lube to help out several young guys. It must have been only seconds when I heard his moaning change to small panicked gasps. Then the classic, "Oh, oh stop, stop, David. I uh, I gotta go or I'll make a mess right here. Stop, okay?" He was desperate and all I did was giggle; mostly because I remembered my first time, too. "Trust me, Elliot. You're not going to make a mess by peeing." He didn't relax at those words. "David, you don't know how close I am!" "Yes I do, Elliot. Just trust me through this. It's all new and the only feelings you've ever felt there have been for another task. Just let me take you somewhere else. Trust me." I moved closer so my arm around his neck would allow me to lightly rub his chest. He was getting higher and higher, almost squealing. Do you remember having no trust at all; trying to hold everything in so you didn't spray pee everywhere? My first time was exactly like that. I even got up and tried to pee. Hah! Fat chance. All that plumbing was redirected to another branch that had nothing whatsoever to do with the yellow fluid. Elliot's hips began to take on a life of their own. They started humping into my hand, coming off the bed until he had no lift left in them. Then, "Oh! Oh! Awr-r-r-gh! Oh, g-a-a-w-w-d-d! Aw-w-w-w-e! Oh, oh, oh MY GOD!" He carried on as he squirted some watery cum from his spigot. There was quite a bit. It looked to me like he'd probably never even had a wet dream up to that point. He was thrashing about on the bed, then kicking his butt up and falling down. His head was doing its own thing too, shaking and jerking until every piece of energy in his body had been used up in that one amazing climax. He began to breathe again, soon even regularly. He brought his hands up to hold his head, as much to see if it was still there as to make it stop spinning, I think. I let my hand slide slowly, but not too softly, along his shrinking length as my other hand did circles, palm down, on his flat chest and ribs. His eyes finally flickered and looked up at me. I remember thinking that he was still in shock. "That, Elliot, is what sex is all about." He smiled as he comprehended my words. "And that's just the preliminary step. There's so much more to do beyond this; so much more to feel." I think I sent him back into shock. Yes, we slept like that; didn't even get up to clean off. I pulled him up so he was clinging to me for about three seconds. I heard a long, slow sigh come from the gushy kid next to me, then soft breathing. His chest and belly were wet and were soon plastered to me. It was a bit cold at first but I didn't care if it meant him gliding on his high into peaceful slumber. * * * * * * Light was trying its hardest to pry open my sleepy eyes and make me wake up. I still had a bundle in my arms and the heat of him laying on me was just the comfort I needed right then. I don't know why. I lay there thinking about my dad. I think I let some doubt come back into my thoughts again. Like how I was going to explain to him that my steady was a ten year old boy, that I'd had sex with a man my dad's age and that I wanted to be gay when I grew up; if I ever did grow up. But then my thoughts fell back on the time, the few hours was all, that I'd had with Russ. He started it! At least that would be my argument; never mind that I teased him with my nudity and even returned the favor he so lovingly gave me. Then there was Grant. H-m-m-m. I was so lucky. No I wasn't! What would my dad say? He wouldn't even come into the house to meet them. He'd just shake his head, so disappointed in me and turn and leave. Stop it, David! He said . . . he said he loved you, me. It didn't sound like he was adding any conditions, any rules to that love. He sounded so different; so sure and then not. Funny, really. I never remembered him sounding like that except when I was very young; maybe my first memory and it was blurry. Oh, he'll love Grant when he meets him. I think he'll like Russ and Sam when he gets the chance to know them. Now Clayton was another story! I had to chuckle. "Uh. What are you shaking for David? I gotta go really, really bad. I know what that feeling is this time." My armful was awake and trying to push off of me but without much luck. He was stuck as though he'd shot glue from his shotgun the night before. I laughed until it pulled my skin too. "Ow, David. I can't get loose. Ow! What are we gonna do?" he tried to say but Elliot started to laugh, then I started in. It was not going to be pretty in about a minute. I had a raging piece of wood stuck to my hip and my own hose would be seeking relief in seconds. We were going to drown together if we didn't do . . . . Whap! Wet and warm. A wash cloth landed onto Elliot's back! "Hah! Where'd you get that?" said Elliot, barely able to move his head. I grabbed the cloth and started to wipe between us, making a little head way. "AH! What the . . . !" I shouted when I felt another wash cloth, really wet, then another, moving all around us. Finally, I saw one tanned and one white body moving those cloths as they laughed at our predicament. "Wow, guys. You musta had some time last night to get that stuck," said James. "David, you sure musta cum a ton to getcha both that stuck." I felt the warm face of Elliot trying to bury itself into my arm pit; out of embarrassment, I'm sure. "Elliot, I thought you'd be in the other bedroom down there. I never suspected you'd be . . . ," said darling Trevor. He just sounded surprised. Hell, I was too. "Go away, Trevor," said the voice from my arm pit. "Heck, I didn't mean anything by it. We just never, well, talked about anything like this before." "Oka-a-ay! And I'm not ready to now, so go please?" "Yeah, well, David's got you glued to him so tight, you may not want us to leave too quick. Hey, David? How come your dick's dry? There's no juice around . . . . You don't mean?" My embarrassment for both of us was now complete. "Guys, thanks for the help, but could you do it without the need to give us a blow by blow of our night?" That would shut them up. "Blow by blow? Trevor, he said blow by blow. Ha ha ha. That's funny. David, you are so funny." Trevor was yucking it up at that, too. I felt something jiggling my side. Soon, the head in my arm pit was laughing too. The shaking wasn't helping my problem any. Just then they'd gotten us clean enough to roll Elliot over onto his back. The laughing stopped and was replaced by two gasps. "Wow!" "Oh my golly. That is a thing of beauty. Oh my golly, Elliot!" They stood over us, gawking at Elliot's waist. Well, not exactly his waist. "Okay, guys. Enough. Get out of the way or there's going to be drownings and we'll take you with us!" They just stepped back a step and stared in a daze as we both ran by them and into the bathroom. We both sighed, big time, as the relief flowed through us. As I was ridding myself of the fluids from the day before, I turned to see two faces looking at Elliot's back as though they could see through him to his 'thingy'. "Or, you could help by starting the shower, Nosey and Gawky," I suggested as Elliot chuckled, still staring down at his stream. "Huh? What? Oh! 'Kay." James had to come back to grab Trevor away from his envious gazing of his well endowed cousin. I tried to look for a comparison of the two cousins but I was at the wrong angle. "Thank you, David." A shy, quiet voice, barely audible came from the boy next to me, who was still looking down at the porcelain bowl in front of us. He shook off his monster and turned, I thought, to wash his hands. He grabbed me around the waist and hugged me. He was almost as tall as me, a few inches shorter. His head was on my shoulder. My hand and my penis in it were being squashed between us. I was able to wrap one arm around his shoulders. "Nothing of it, Elliot. You deserve to be a boy, to love, to be loved and to know of all of the wonderful things in this life. This was just one of those experiences." He slowly raised his head to look right into my eyes and kind of shuddered. "Yeah." Then I got a big grin from him. * * * * * The two boys were just backing away from each other, both blushing that they might have been caught with their pants down. Hell, they probably didn't even know where their pants were! But they had obviously been kissing, and from the looks of their solid teenage spikes, I'd say they had enjoyed it greatly. The shower was warming up and there was plenty of room for all of us. We had so much fun doing a kind of 'round robin', washing the boy in front of you while the one in back washed you. It didn't work all that well, when we turned around because while it was a different back it was a clean back, But we did each other's hair then broke away to do someone's front. I did Trevor, just to give the other two someone different. Trevor needn't have to worry about his proportions. He was my size, at least; maybe not as thick. It felt good to wash a fresh new teenaged body with my hands. Every muscle went taut at my touch including the important one in the middle. As I got closer I noticed that my partner had quit washing and was just moaning. I hadn't even gotten to the good stuff. And I thought I was sensitive. The water and soap helped to make Trevor's skin feel as though it were hot ice; as slick as possible while also as hot as possible. He seemed to be enjoying himself. I know my hands were happy hands. I looked over to see James' hands moving all over the front of Elliot, who was a little skittish at all the new feelings. He didn't want to pull back but his mind must have been racing to process all the wonderful emotions and other senses. He, too, began to lean into James' work and started moaning his approval. James seemed to be enjoying himself too. He spent a good deal of time washing Elliot's middle. Then he leaned in and washed around Elliot to reach his backside, making their fronts come together under the warm water. Elliot's head lay on the wet shoulder of his intimate friend, bristling when a hand or finger went diving into unchartered depths. James caught my eye and I winked at him. He blushed through his own heavy sighing and we both backed off to allow our partners to reciprocate. Trevor was so funny. I've never been washed so fast in my life until he got to the middle of me. Then it was like a discovery lesson. I suppose, since it was only the third cock besides his own that he had ever seen, he wanted to make the most of it. Believe me, what he was doing to me, made the very most of my swelling penis. He had me standing so that the water was on my back. That left my vitals pointing straight out at him, unless he was pointing it up with a soapy hand. I was in heaven. My eyes were closed and my hand was holding the side wall, supporting me. I noticed water being rubbed onto me to rinse the soap off of my extension. Two hands then glided down to hold firmly onto my cheeks. Then the hottest mouth wrapped me in pure heaven and took me as far as its youthful enthusiasm could go before he backed off, sputtering as he tried not to gag. "Oh my God, Trevor. That feels so good, but don't kill yourself on it. Will your throat to open and take it slowly." What was I saying? How would I know? The only thing I'd had in my mouth was a little sixteen penny nail, nowhere near as long as I was. I looked over at the other two boys and they had stopped their washing and started watching; us! Just as I felt Trevor try once more to perfect his deep throat method, I decided to end this part of the experience. I reached into Trevor's arm pits and pulled him up to me, wrapping my arms loosely around him. "Hey! No fair! I was just getting good." He looked up into my eyes with pouty lips that screamed to me for a kiss. But I was learning that just one kiss could lead, eventually, to one of us being pregnant or something. I had to get my young libido in check and hold on to a few of the morals I still had hanging from me by a pubic hair or two. But, God he was cute! I turned him toward the other two boys and put my damper on the whole affair by telling them, "Guys, you are the three most exciting guys in this house right now." I raised my hand to stop James as his mouth opened to say something. "I know! You're the only three seductively beautiful young boys in this house right now, whose voracious appetites would devour me in an instant if I let you." Then I stopped Elliot from talking. "And I know that I allowed myself the opportunity to give a lesson in, um, well, feeling good." This got a huge grin from Elliot and several chuckles and pokes at Elliot from Trevor and James. Elliot showed his appreciation for them noticing his grin by blushing in a beautiful shade of deep burgundy. "But I have to ask you guys to help me keep myself sensible. As much as I love you guys, my heart is reserved for a little guy that isn't here to protect his interests, so I have to; no, get to protect his interests." There were some scrunched noses until James helped out in his own personable way. "Means he's got the hots for the little pip squeak. Grant is the one that went with his old man and grampa camping. David still can't keep it in his pants. Lucky he don't need to wear any up here, huh?" That had Trevor and him on the floor as it became my turn to turn crimson. Elliot walked over and gave me a wet hug. "I think you guys look sweet together, David. I'll help you stay together with him. You're my best friend now." Wow! All I had to do was sleep with him! Okay!! I'm kidding. He was a sincere as a 16 year old could be. Even more really, because he was brought up so strict. I thanked him for his sentiments and scooted him over to the other two boys. Soon they were washing each other again. If they didn't quit soon, they'd be hard to tell from raisins, complete with hard stem! I quickly finished my shower, dried and went up to make some breakfast. Okay, I set out cereal boxes, milk and juice. I heated water for cocoa, coffee or tea and sat down to eat. I finished a bowl and a half of cereal and they still hadn't come up. I was about to go see what was happening when they surfaced; naked still, but then, so was I. First there was James. He had a grin on his slightly red face that glowed as though he had been given Disneyland! He was halfway between me and the steps when Trevor and Elliot came up the stairs much slower. In fact, it looked like they had switched their positions just a bit so that it would look like Elliot was no longer supporting Trevor. Trevor was looking down and was walking as though his legs were on either side of an abyss, or just got off an all day horse ride. When they got closer Elliot had an embarrassing look on his face and Trevor looked up and smiled some; though not as bright and shining as I've seen him. Now, I could have said something right then, the third degree, but I didn't think I was supposed to know what was going on. I looked over at James just as he looked at the two boys, and it recharged his smile from ear to ear. The two slow-pokes finally sat down and pulled bowls in front of them, while James didn't miss a beat with his shoveling home his breakfast. Oh God, I wanted to ask. I dood it! "So, what took you guys so long? Anything happen after I left?" Subtle, huh? At least I didn't say anything about Trevor walking like a stick was crammed . . . Oh My God! It couldn't be! "We were messing around some," said James with his head staring into the bowl of soggy flakes. "We mighta took too long, but we had a good time." Which made me shoot my glare over to Trevor. I waited, but it didn't look like either of the cousins was going to collaborate his story. Elliot looked a little concerned. I had to know if Trevor was alright. "You guys know I care about you, right?" Three nods; one a little stiff. "Okay, I just want to know that you are all okay. Trevor?" "Yeah. Why shouldn't I be?" His voice sounded strained so I gave him that look that said he'd have to practice more than that to get by me. "James? What kind of messing around did you do and were you careful?" Silence. "Elliot, I . . . ." "Okay! James showed Trevor another part of sex. There, I said it." James' head almost hit the table and Trevor turned away a little, reddening quite nicely. "But guys, loving is supposed to be just that. It isn't supposed to hurt and you shouldn't have to be shy about it either. I still want to know if you feel okay, Trevor." "I think I have to go to the bathroom." He didn't say it with an urgency so I kept going. "So, how did it feel? Did he take his time, lube you and work on you to stretch you, then enter you at your own pace?" I had seen enough straight porn to know how it's done, though very few showed going into someone's backend. I almost started to chuckle when I noticed Trevor slowly turn toward James as I was talking. His eyes became intense, staring holes through James. James chin was almost to the table. He looked like he'd just figured out that there were two pages stuck together of the instruction book, after the fact; the two with that tender bit of information on them. I went to the sink and started the hot water. I got a couple of dish towels and soaked them good. I grabbed a dry one too, and walked over to Trevor. He looked like he would have given his soul for those, right then. I didn't even have to ask him to stand while I laid out the dry towel and folded the two warmed towels and laid them on the kitchen chair. I did have to chuckle a bit when he sat down on the chair. He moaned and quickly looked far more comfortable for the first time since he'd come upstairs. "Have either of you ever done this before?" I sat back down and waited for a show of hands. "That's what I thought. You guys can get hurt really bad if you don't take the time to do this properly. Even the top can get hurt." I got some stares and 'huhs', so I kept going. "Let me phrase this in simple English so you will understand me. The top is the fucker. The bottom is the fuckee, uh, the one being fucked. I'm guessing that you already found out that the fucked ass can smart something awful, but you could have done real damage to your cock, James. It's not granite. It's not even bone . . . when it's boned!" That got a laugh. I think it helped to loosen them up. "Okay, tell me. James, you had to be the instigator. Talk. Tell all. Then I'm having Trevor bend over and play show and tell." As James told it, they'd really gotten hot as they washed, after I left. All three were sporting proud steel and it seems that Trevor dropped to his knees in front of James to help him, oh, them both out. That's when James suggested they finish in the bedroom and they could try another way to help him, James, out. What a thoughtful guy. I guess that Elliot was overwhelmed by what James had suggested in the bedroom. He didn't think such a thing was possible, but he didn't even know that such a frontal position with a girl was possible until James embarrassed him by explaining the birds and the bees and then fucking! His words, not mine. Trevor admitted to feeling like, if he didn't try everything, that he might never have a chance to try again. That was 'yes' enough for James so he explained the whole procedure. That seemed to consist of him telling Trevor to lay over the edge of the bed and hold on. Elliot became curious too, but neither of the two other boys was ready to experiment with his size of equipment for the first time. James said he spit at his target and rubbed it around some. Well, surprise, surprise! That drove Trevor crazy so he was expecting a smooth ride, or better. Then James noticed that Elliot looked left out so he suggested that Trevor take care of him farther up on the bed. Trevor was sucking away as he was split in two, when James laid his ample pecker against Trevor's doorway and pushed, hard! "And that's why you didn't hear a scream or anything, David. Elliot was blocking Trevor's mouth." Both cousins were blushing though they were smiling. "Trevor. Stand. And while I make sure everything is in tact, you can tell me your version; that is, what went through your mind." He didn't hesitate. I think that providing the warm pad to sit on gave him some trust that I wasn't going to hurt him any more than he had been. I didn't even know what I was looking for, but I knew it might not be good. Elliot knelt down with me to get a good look too. He was so sweet. He was worried that Trevor might really be hurt. Trevor told his side of the story as I did damage control. I also asked James to get the towels hot again. "Like James said, I was scared, but I didn't wanna miss something else. We've been cooped up in that place, home, for so long that we didn't even know anything. And everything that James showed me last night," he said, turning a lovely cerise red, "felt so good and exciting, I had ta go for it. Elliot didn't want me to. He wanted us to ask you first. Sorry, Elliot. It probably would have been better, huh? "So, when I bent over, I didn't know what to expect. I was thinking about the size of my, um, you know, uh . . . ." "Turds!" said James, turning away from the sink and walking back to us. "Yeah, that. They're so big that I figured I'd open up for something that size no matter what direction it was going." I just rolled my eyes. Oh, since then I've seen a show that shows how those air-puffed cheese puffs are made. They come out of a tiny hole and puff up on the other side. I guess I started to compare that process to the way our poop gets to look so big. Good theory, huh? I also found out later that it takes a great deal of time to get to where something up there could actually feel good. Trevor continued, though his concentration was on my checking out his swollen backside. I gently used my fingers to touch him. After the initial surprise, Trevor seemed to be enjoying it, though it was hard to keep him on track with the story since I started caressing, or rather, investigating him there. I also had James looking for some salve or something. I'd forgotten about my burn cream until a bit later. It seemed to help the best when I did remember it. "Anyhow, I felt him spit and good gosh golly, it felt good when he moved it around with his finger. I knew it would be so good; and it was. Well, anyway, then I felt something hot and smooth against me. I was sure ready for more of that kind of feeling. That's when James suggested that Elliot hop up on the bed and keep my head end busy. Ha, ha! Ow! Watch it!" I'd poked a bit too deep but the ring of his anus was swollen and I wanted to see if it was just surface or inside too. "I'm so sorry, Trevor. Let's sit down and get you comfy, 'kay?" "Mmm. Thanks. So I started sucking Elliot's monster and was feeling James hot poker at my backside. Then I saw stars! I never felt such pain in my life. I thought I was ripped in half and a year's worth of poop was backed up there. He stopped when I felt him go in, 'cause I think my muscles tried to cut him off some. But James just sat there. Elliot was crying and saying to take it out but I knew there had to be something to this and wasn't going to miss it. James was nice though. He rubbed my back and my hind end until I nodded, then he'd go in slower. Fact is, he took his time and by the time he was all the way inside, I'd cum again. Then, when he started go out and in, I could feel something in the distance, through the hurt. That's what I wanted. And I ended up cumming again when James did, about two strokes later." James smiled beet red when I looked at him. This was new for him too, but we were going to have to talk about the next time. No one should hurt that bad. Not loving someone, or being loved. I said just that to the boys. "So, David? Will you help us when we try it again? You showed me how wonderful our time was, and I figured this should be too. Am I right?" I was blushing now. I was beginning to think that one of these times all of our blood would go to our faces and stay there until we figured out if it would have to keep traveling back and forth all day! Probably be top heavy until we lay down, I suppose. "Okay, guys. True confessions time. I have no experience with what you tried. None. Nada. Well, except for . . . " And my mind traveled back to the hospital and the first time I met Clayton. He'd just seen me exploring my precious sleeping Grant with my hands and he did the same to me with two kinds of cream. By the way, that's when I remembered to have James go get my cream for Trevor. Clayton had lovingly entered me with his finger a little ways, then quit. It was really great. "So, while my experience is very limited, I think I know enough to help you so it won't hurt as much. I'm not sure about being there with you while you try it, but . . . ." "No, David! You have to. You'll keep us slow and tell us what you felt and stuff. Please?" Trevor had to stand back up while he said that so I could apply the cool ointment. He started feeling better almost at once. "So, when do you think you'll be ready to go at it again, Trevor." I had him there. It would be a week before he could go again, and they'd probably be on their way by then. Whew! "Hey, I'm ready! I got another end raring to go if someone's up to receiving." He looked at his too friends with a gleam of lust in his eyes. He was ready from the looks of him too. How the hell was I going to get to expert status in the next few minutes? Then it struck me! Experience was the key, right? It also struck me that there was no way that I would, or could, subject something like this, well, anything, on someone I loved, without first trying it myself. That was of ultimate importance to me, especially since Grant had said it was okay. I knew there was tons more that we would have to go through before he was ready but there was no way I'd get the feelings that he would get from my size, unless I tried it first with someone of proportionately greater size. Let's see, if Grant was this big and he's this much smaller than me, I'd have to have someone that was . . . . I looked down at Elliot and his boyhood between his legs. I remembered it being impossible to get my hand around it when it was hard. My head started spinning and I thought I would faint! End of Chapter 29 To be continued Comments on the story are very much appreciated. Someone asked me to do a spin off on Petey a little later in his effervescent life. I don't know! What do you think? Well, I guess I got my answer. None! So, we'll end this one quickly and move on, I guess. Thanks for your faithfulness. 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'm Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com