Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2008 02:22:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 33

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 33

	We sat at the couch and love seat closest to the windows, Mike and
I.  He'd wanted to discuss something with me, so we'd come up to the house;
leaving instructions with Joey for everyone to come up in about 30 minutes.
I have no idea how they would know, much less care, when 30 minutes were
up, but them's was the instructs!

	I was pleased that Mike had walked right past his clothes that were
still outside, near the kitchen door.  It was a pleasant sign that he was
comfortable with his present condition of dress, and a pleasant offering
for my eyes to take in.  He was very well constructed.

	I'd thought about two things on the walk up, staring into the
bowels, almost literally, between the two beautiful orbs of flesh, gyrating
ahead of me, as the two of us made our way up from the pool.  The first was
that I was the benefactor of a day of beautiful young men and boys.  There
wasn't an unpleasant strip of flesh among the lot of the seven gorgeous
boys and men present at the house.  Each, in his own way, but by anyone's
standards, were wonderful examples of youthful energy, vitality and
sexuality; which brought to mind the second thing my mind moved to.

	I was becoming gay!  Well, not so much becoming, as noticing how
real the discovery was becoming to me.  It certainly wasn't a negative
feeling.  It also wasn't one of necessity, as though there were only men
around so I'd better make the most of it.  No.  It was more like a
realization of what I had been missing out on for so many years, and really
enjoying for the last several days while I was up here.  And it was so
natural that I don't ever remember thinking what would happen to these
feelings of security in my own sexual orientation when, and if, I should
ever leave Euphoria.

	Euphoria, simply a feeling of happiness, confidence, or well-being.
M-m-m-m.  There might have been something in the water in this little town,
but it certainly had me enjoying myself and those around me.  But Mike
started talking and I knew I should be listening.

	"This certainly is a great way to enjoy life, isn't it, David?"  He
was leaning back with his arm propped on the arm of the love seat and his
chin resting on his fist, looking dreamily out the window.

	"It must get pretty hectic in your chosen line of work, pastor."

	"Mike.  Please, I'm just Mike.  Hey!  Especially when I'm not
wearing my collar."  His smile brought him back as his eyes swung around to
meet mine on the couch just to his side.  He looked down at his state of
natural dress and chuckled some more.  "You know, when I was a little kid,
I can remember my parents spanking me when I got away from them and ran
naked.  It probably only lasted a few seconds and it was always only a
swat, until I got older."

	"They didn't approve of a baby running around without clothes?
Isn't that kind of harsh?"  I sat up a bit and I noticed him scooting
around as though he were uncomfortable.  Not his physical being, but his
inner self.

	"Well, that was nothing compared to how we got along later.  As
soon as my older sister moved on, their attitude was centered on me and my
every action.  They'd been pretty hard on my sister I thought, at the time,
but I quickly came to realize how much guff she'd taken that didn't get
passed down to me."  He paused a little and I just waited for him to
proceed.  Of course I wanted to know more but I would never have asked
unless he'd said something.  "When Lorraine, my sister, left for college,
she took me up to her room and sat me down on her perfectly made bed.  I
had never been allowed in what I called her sanctum, thinking she was the
most selfish person who ever lived.  She yelled at me when I sat on her bed
the only other time I'd gone into her room, and she'd found out about it
that night.  Our mom had yelled at her that night, at the supper table,
about her messy room.  Lorraine had looked shocked that it could possibly
be.  My dad simply looked up at her from buttering his bread and said,
'Later, young lady.'  I must have giggled or something.  I was probably
only eight or nine and she was eight years older, so she was sixteen or
seventeen.  The look she had on her face was total horror until she looked
over and squinted, knowingly, at me.  I was shocked to see the tears in her
eyes over just an unmade bed.

	"I got a swat once in awhile from Mom when I didn't do my chores,
but it wasn't much.  Now, my dad was a different story.  He'd only really
spanked me once, and that was for knocking a glass of orange juice on the
kitchen floor when I was seven.  But I had been goofing around.  Still,
they were pretty strict parents.

	"Anyway, I guess I'd never heard my sister get punished by my dad.
It just never had occurred to me that she would be punished so much.  I
found out later, by example, that he preferred the cellar to do his
punishment.  It had never occurred to me why she'd be coming up the stairs
from the cellar with my mom, after my dad had left for work and I sat at
the kitchen table by myself.  It seemed strange then, for her to want to
sleep in the freezing cold down there, all night, in just her nightgown.
It was after she'd left for college that I knew what happened down there.
I remember to this day hearing the bare-handed spanking she must have
gotten from our dad that night, in her room, and she never, ever, said a
thing to him or me about me ever going into her room, then or after.  And
that was before they went into the cellar to 'finish'.

	"I was so sorry for what I'd done to her that, after that night, I
would look for ways to make it look good for her and do things to please
her whenever I could.  I guess it was my first lesson in something as close
to unconditional love as I would learn for sometime.  Our love for each
other grew so strong from that day on that I cried for two days when she
left."

	I guess I must have looked a little shocked myself when I looked
over at him and saw him finally turn toward me and give me a half smile
with wet eyes.  I began to see where this was leading so I just sat back so
he could continue if he wanted.

	"We sat on her bed and she hugged me to her and stroked my hair.
She had no perfume or makeup on, but her smell was all Lorraine.  It wasn't
often that we got to hug.  It seemed like, if we were caught together,
hugging or even talking, she got the 'look' and that night, a heavy hand
from my dad; though I never knew.  So, being close was hardly ever an
option for her.  She told me that she was going to college as far away from
our home as she could and still be in the state.  My parents couldn't
afford a good college for her somewhere farther away.  They didn't think
she even needed to go, but the pastor of our church convinced them.  She
also told me that she would never come back to live with us, at least, with
Mom and Dad.  I really cried when I heard that.  She hugged me tighter and
told me that she didn't get along very well with them.  That's when I
realized that she was fleeing for her freedom, if not her life.  She never
went into detail and never really warned me about being Dad's next target
for his anger.  She told me later, much later, that it was because she
didn't think he would do to me, the personal things he'd done to her; to
her body."  His thoughts must have taken him back a ways.  He almost
whispered to himself, as though he'd forgotten I was in the same room, "She
was always so beautiful, but she had the saddest eyes until she knew she
was going away.  Hm-m-m."

	It must have been a full two minutes that he stared out the window,
before he shook his head and looked at me.  He attempted a smile, but it
wasn't too convincing, being framed by the tears that had streaked his
handsome face.  I got up and walked over and sat next to him.  His warmth
felt good and he had no trouble welcoming me to put my arm around him.  He
didn't lean into me like one of the boys would have, but he seemed grateful
for my acknowledgement of his hurt.

	"So," he said, as though we had just ended part of a business
discussion and were moving on to the next agenda item, "The three boys.  I
wanted to tell you what was happening with them.  I don't know if you knew
that James wanted to go home and confront his dad.  Well, I should clarify
that.  I talked him into it.  I know that he's confided in you a great
deal, David.  By the way," he said, scooting a little forward so he could
turn and look into my eyes, smiling.  His hand dropped to my thigh and I
returned his smile.  I like smiles, I guess.  I also liked the feel of his
hand, but I tried to concentrate on James' plans.  "I don't know if he's
talked to you about why he left home.  He just never tried to talk to his
dad.  I don't know where he got the idea that his dad wouldn't be there for
him if he'd just try talking to him.  I can't imagine what he must have
thought would happen."

	My look must have expressed, rightly, how weird that last statement
sounded, coming from someone that hadn't had the greatest of childhoods,
obviously.

	"He told me that talking to you helped him get the confidence he
needed to make the leap.  Well done, David.  Maybe we need to see about
getting you a collar like mine."  His hand automatically went up to feel
his neck and, when he felt nothing but bare neck he looked down and seemed
a bit startled.  I had to try real hard to hold back my chuckling as he
slowly returned his head up to look in my eyes and blush.  "Oh, yeah.  Heh,
heh.  Maybe another time about the collar, huh?"

	"And the cousins, Mike.  What about them?  Are they going to be
okay going back to their environment?"

	"I certainly hope so.  I'm afraid they will need to keep quiet
about their escapades here, though."  He looked right at me when he said
that.  Then it was my turn to redden.  He snickered and slapped my leg,
playfully.  "Don't be embarrassed, David.  Boys will be boys and anything
you could have done would only further their education in real life; not
the monastic crippled life at their family's compound.  I don't like the
idea of them being there and I don't like the idea of them going back.  But
I guess it evens out because their families don't like me much either.
Seems they have a totally different interpretation of the bible than we do;
filled with intolerance and blame.  A very unhealthy situation for anyone,
let alone two beautiful growing boys."

	And just then, they were in the house with us, as loud as ever; six
beautiful, growing boys, naked and damp from their swimming.  James had
Dustin on his shoulders and Trevor had a gleeful Petey on his.  Eliot and
Joey were practically on their tails, laughing with the rest, slapping
playfully at naked little butts.  They were all quite the tornado as they
plowed their way into our conversation place.  Dustin had a serious look on
his face with his eyes half closed and I started to worry until I heard
James say,

	"Dustin, quit humping my neck.  You're gonna knock me off balance
or sumpthin'."

	Okay!  Things were normal for the horny eight year old.  I felt
much better.

	"Okay, guys.  Get your stuff together.  We're on a mission of glory
to take you to where you are very wanted.  We have some talking to do back
at church and then we'll be on our way to reuniting you with your loved
ones."  Pastor Mike had stood up to make his speech, then walked over to
start dressing.  The two cousins froze when they heard their plight.
Joey's face shot up to stare at Mike, too.

	"Uh, Pastor Mike?  Is that such a good idea?" Joey asked.  Dustin
and Petey were lowered to the floor so the others could talk with Mike.

	"We're taking this a step at a time, guys.  I will not even
consider leaving these boys in an unhealthy situation."  He'd walked over
and put his hands on their bare shoulders, looking back at us with great
sincerity.  "We have some phone calling to do Monday with Children's
Services to guarantee their safety.  If it isn't safe, we will seek
guardianship until we can find them a safe environment."  I felt a tapping
on my bare thigh.

	"David, what's all that stuff mean?  Does my boys get to stay and
play sum-more or is they gonners?  I just gotz ta know."  Petey was a
little upset so I brought him up into my arms.  His legs grabbed around me
and he turned to look at the solemn boys as they were trying to understand
themselves, what was happening.

	"Petey, it's always best to be with family, but sometimes, the
family gets confused and doesn't know how to love back.  If that happens
with your boys then Pastor Mike will make sure that they will find someone
that loves them bunches.  Okay, little one?"  Petey looked at me, then at
the boys.  His hand came up to rub his tiny chin in contemplation before he
announced his edict on the situation.

	"H-m-m.  Well, I 'pose I can let 'em try to go home, but I will
miss 'em.  We had fun swimmin' and throwin' Dustin and me around and
comparin' sizes."

	Strange!  Every eye of every boy under the age of twenty was fixed
on Petey in a millisecond.  I think the cat bag had emptied and there was
no getting them all back in.  Ha!  I had to find out, though I think I knew
what had happened.

	It took some doing, some fumbling and packing, but the boys got
their gear together as the two smallest and I watched on.  I think two
brothers would have agreed with me, that one of the saddest parts was when
they all had to dress.  I almost felt guilty to be standing there in the
nude with my two nude boys clinging to me as we watched.

	With long goodbyes and many hugs, solemn promises of returning, and
kisses from a five year old for everyone, they were gone.

	We stood at the front door as the van disappeared down the road.

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	"Boys, what did you do with your Uncle Clayton?  How did you get
back up here?"  We had all collapsed on the same couch that we all loved
because it looked straight out of the window.

	"Oh, he had to go see someone in West Fork.  He said to tell you
that you got us all to yourselves to . . . ."  Dustin didn't look like his
pause was to find the right way to convey Clayton's message.  No.  He
looked more like the Dustin that was going to manipulate Clayton's words
for his own good.  Petey was staring up at me as if he could see the words
that were about to come, hit me in the head and bounce off, or be absorbed.
". . . To do to us what you love doing to Grant every night.  Yeah, that's
it.  I wonder what that is, huh?"  And Petey was nodding in agreement,
complete with smile, but he probably would have if Dustin had said they
would have to eat worms and dirt for a week.  He was oblivious to the
meaning.  His gaze was fixed on me.

	"Really?  That's what he said, huh?  'Cause, I would think that he
wouldn't want you to have what I do to Grant each night happen to you.  Are
you sure?"  By this time Dustin was clinging to my arm and climbing into my
lap and giggling wildly.  Petey was still sitting there, smiling, taking it
all in, but I think it fell out, just as fast.

	"Sure I'm sure that's what he said, huh, Petey?" Nods.  Smiles.
Blanks.  "Yup, he said it.  We get the same thing you do to Grant."

	"Well, we should wait till tonight then, shouldn't we . . . ?"  I
couldn't even get it all out before Dustin was literally climbing on me and
shaking me.

	"No!  I'm sure it's okay to do it early.  We could do it now even.
It's okay! Yeah!"

	I'm sure that he supposed that what we did every night was make mad
passionate love, and, in our own way, I guess he was mostly right, but I
had other ideas for this guy.

	"Okay!  Whose first?"  As if I didn't know.  Petey sat there
blankly, smiling sweetly until he noticed his brother's hand swinging
around over his head.  Then his hand went up in mimic to his mentor.

	"Let's see.  Who had their hand up first?"  I looked over Dustin's
head, as if to peer at the crowded room of prospective 'firsts'.

	"Me, me.  Come on, David, I wanna do it first."  He was literally,
and painfully, I might add, standing up on his bony knees on my thighs,
falling into my chest as his excitement carried him away.  I also noted
that his excitement was a skinny three inch stick in front of him, too.

	"Do it!  Do it?  You don't 'do it', Dustin.  You just lie there
. . . ."  I let my voice get lower and softer while looking intently into
the little nympho's eyes.  His smiles said it all.  He was ready!  "You
just lie down and take it.  That's all you have to do.  Just lie down on my
lap."

	I was beginning to feel bad about my little plan . . . Naw!  If
Dustin thought he was going to get what Grant and I had, he'd have to find
his own lover, I'm afraid.  But, not knowing that, Dustin hurriedly made
his move so that he was immediately lying across my lap and looking up at
me, smiling with great expectation.

	"No, no, Dustin.  Turn over, silly."  He scrunched his nose at me
then he looked at his brother for his opinion.  It would come much later,
after Petey learned what an opinion was.  So Dustin reluctantly rolled
over.

	When the SMACK came down on his bottom, he nearly hit the ceiling.
It wasn't real hard, but it did leave some red for about 20 seconds.

	"Hey, what the heck was that for?" he shouted, rubbing his sore
hiney and standing in front of me.

	"Come on.  Three more, but they get harder."  I was motioning him
to come closer.  I tried to grab him but he jumped back.

	"Owey, David.  Why'd you smack Dustin for?  I thought you was gonna
hold us and cuddle us like you does to Grant.  Why'd you paddle his po-po?"
He did giggle when he said 'po-po'.

	"Yeah, why?  I thought so, too.  You were supposed to let us lie
with you and you would love us and rub us and we'd talk all lovey-dovey
stuff.  Then we'd wake up.  What's the big idea?"

	Oops!  I was beginning to feel a little guiltier just then.

	"Dustin?  You just wanted me to hold you and rub you and whisper to
you?  Is that what you wanted?"  An eight year old was slowly approaching,
but his blush had already got to me.

	"We-e-e-l-l-l-l, I suppose I might have wanted a little more, but
I'd settle for just some lovin'.  Ya know; like you gave Petey when he got
ta sleep with you the other night.  Yeah, like that."  I looked at Petey
who was also climbing closer.  Soon I had my lap full of naked boys, and
just as soon after that, we were all a fit of giggles and laughter as I
tickled them both mercilessly.  I thought it was a wonderful time with the
two, since I hadn't had the opportunity yet.  But our time was made even
more perfect when a screaming, tears-streaming, breathless-from-laughing,
little Dustin paused long enough to look at me with a grin as big as
Euphoria and said,

	"Yeah!  Like that!"  And so I decided to make that a permanent part
of my relationship with them for as long as they would enjoy it.  Well, I
think 37 years old would have been the limit, really.

	Somehow we had dropped to the floor and I was being assaulted again
and again by two sweaty bodies that kept sliding off of me in gleeful
revelry.  Their sounds were the purest joy to me.  Their roars and faked
seriousness were softened by their hysteria.  I began to notice Petey
standing to the side as though he were contemplating what way to attack me
next.  I didn't think anything of it until his legs twisted together and
his hands covered his little boy parts.

	"Whoa!  Break time guys.  Let's move this to my room so we can all
defuel before we get anointed."

	"Yeah!  And I gotz to go, too!"

	Who would have thought that even peeing would take on such levity?
I'd created impossible to control fun-monsters and there seemed to be no
way to corral them!  They did the sword fight thing at the toilet, then
Dustin threatened to turn on me in revenge for the other day.  Instead, I
quickly suggested a bath in our huge tub.  Well, that seemed to shift
things for awhile.

	Soon, I was being assaulted again and again by two WET bodies that
kept sliding off me . . . anyway, we had a great time.  Petey was quite the
little terror in the water now, and was soon grabbing at anything that hung
from his brother.  Dustin caught on and, if he couldn't get to Petey quick
enough, he'd lunge for me.  I was laughing as hard as they were and, though
I couldn't pick them up and toss them, like in the swimming pool, they got
their fair share of my grabs and tickles.

	"Okay!  Cleaning time!  Two boys to get washed- time," I announced
as though it were the greatest thing in the world.

	"Awe, let us play some more, David.  This is too fun."  I still
couldn't help but notice that Dustin, doing the complaining, and his little
brother, both were sporting stiffies, as they climbed out of the tub.  The
cutest thing was that they seemed to be oblivious to it.

	Here, in front of me, were two of the finest examples of all boy.
They gleamed, not only from the cutest smiles on their happy mugs, but from
the water still glistening to their magnificently smooth skin.  As they
stood there expectantly, I was absorbed in their fresh, young look.  I had
to shake my head to clear it so I could get to the chore of their
scrubbings.  Dustin wanted what Grant and I did together, and this was
something I would gladly share with them.

	"Okay, soldiers, come with me to the shower and stand together
really straight."  They were giggling in anticipation of what 'Crazy David'
had up his invisible sleeves.

	The baths that Russ had created in his house were nothing short of
spectacular.  For example, calling what we just had moved from a bath was
like calling New York a Euphoria.  It was immense!  The whole huge room was
done in a soft, natural tile that somehow felt warm all the time.  The
shower was three walls, making a room about five feet by eight.  The other
side, where you walked in, was a short, three foot wall, except where it
was cut away to the floor to get in.  There were four shower heads around
the room on the walls and two of those huge rain heads that showered the
warm liquid from the ceiling.

	So, here I was, standing in this room, the water warming up
everything, including us.  In front of me were my two soldiers standing
next to each other, shoulders touching, even pushing a bit.  They were
trying to be serious, excited for their next adventure, but they weren't
very good at it.  I got to my knees and realized what I had in front of me.

	They were both a golden tan from head to toe.  Dustin was a few
inches taller than his brother and had a little more meat to his bones,
too.  I could see the beginnings of pectorals with pointy nubbins.  I could
barely make out a few ribs beneath them.  He was too young really for abs.
He and Grant had the same tummy.  It pooched out a bit but was still tight
to the touch.  Even so, it rounded just right to his thighs to make the
most awesome path from his hips to his groin.  And there, between two firm
young thighs was a half of a cigar.  I glanced for his scrotum but could
just barely see it.  I couldn't see behind him but I would be testing those
cheeks to see if he had yet to put any muscle in them.  Remarkable young
boy.

	Next to his brother stood our littlest soldier.  His cheeks were
pink from being scrunched up, waiting for their bath.  His chest was as
tanned as ever with just two little pink nubs pointing out, surrounded by
dime sized areolas.  He was skinnier, which made him appear tall, but he
wasn't.  His skin was stretched over what was left of his baby fat; just a
thin layer that gave his whole body the appearance of being pulled tight
and a tab bit spongy.  When he sucked in his breath really hard I thought
his stomach would disappear all the way back to his spine.  His smooth
groin consisted of a short peg, held up by a little bag full of, well, boy!
It was all attached to the smoothest flesh that was a little bit pinker
than the rest of him.  There was no muscle form to speak of but what did
shout loudly was how smooth his entire body must feel.  I couldn't get over
the smoothness.  Every once in awhile, in our play or just carrying him, I
noticed how smooth he was on any part that touched me.

	"Well?" said an impatient Dustin.

	I grabbed the soap and a wash cloth.  I knew I wouldn't be using
the cloth, but I had to make like it was important to throw it aside, like
Grant had done in our first shower.  The boys looked a little funny when I
did toss the cloth, until I started in on the oldest of them.  I started at
Dustin's neck.  First, I ran the soap all around him quickly, leaving a
nice layer to work with.  I set the soap down and concentrated on my guy.
I held his neck with both hands and moved them up and down, fanning down,
onto his shoulders and then down his arms.  My hands went to press against
his chest and he fell back a step at my push.  Both boys giggled so I had a
chance to see what Petey was doing.  He'd moved by my side to watch until
his hip was against my shoulder.  I was afraid his pushing would knock me
over until I pushed on Dustin's chest.  Quick as a bunny, Petey went behind
Dustin to push him back and hold him there while I did my thing.  They were
both giggling merrily until I started to rub Dustin's front.  I rubbed
everywhere on the flat surface of his chest and tummy.  He wasn't laughing
now.  His eyes were closed and his mouth was open as he relished the
attention.  Once my hand circled all the way down to lightly touch his
little pecker, causing the intake of air and a loud gasp.

	"You didn't hurt him again, did ya, David?" asked Petey as he
leaned around to see the strange smile on his brother's wet face.  "Ha ha.
Nope.  I guested not, huh?"  Then he turned his smile to me, closing his
own eyes to mock his big brother.

	My hands went to the sides of the eight year old.  I was really
enjoying the slick skin, especially primed with a thin layer of soap.  I
grabbed an arm with both hands and quickly washed them up and down; then
the other.  My hands returned to his sides and spent some time slowly going
from his pits to his ankles, each time hearing a sigh from a pleased boy.
When both of my hands went between his legs to mold and rub him clean, his
eyes shot open and he gasped again.  Petey saw where my hands were and
covered his mouth as he tittered and went back to hold his brother some
more.  By that time Petey was closer and had his skinny arms around his
brother's waist, adding to the sensations his brother was enjoying.  I
turned Dustin around and was presented with a flawless back and butt.  How
an eight year old, who hardly ever wore clothes could be without a scratch
was beyond me.

	Again, I started at his neck; except there was nothing but moaning
coming from Dustin.  Petey went back to holding his chest so I could add
some pressure to the pleasure Dustin was enjoying.

	"Okay, so, you gotz ta hold me too soes David can do that to me
too, ya know."  Nothing from his brother.  My hands went to his sides and
pressed again to firmly wash his wonderful skin.  Again I went from pits to
ankles, and again the moans, only louder.

	"Dustin, you gotz to, 'kay?"  Petey was getting a little
frustrated, I thought.

	At the end of every fine meal is a little delicacy called dessert.
After washing all of Dustin, my hands came to rest on his round cheeks.  My
fingers squeezed and grabbed softly, yet firmly.  I was getting so warm and
I was a little embarrassed when I looked between my legs to see what was so
big and swinging back and forth there.  But I was so enjoying the plush
softness of those two small melons of flesh.

	"Dustin?" he said, leaning to his brother's ear.  "Dustin?"
Nothing but soft moans and a silly smile across Dustin's face; eyes still
closed.

	There's something even smoother about a boy's butt then any other
part of him.  I'll have to admit that I enjoyed the feel of him.  My
fingers plied open the tight cheeks and found their way in a bit farther to
clean him as thoroughly as possible.  Not that I had to know what he felt
like there.  Oh, no!  Ha!  I'll have to say that the warmth in there was
just short of hot.  The squeal as I laid my finger on his most precious
cavity almost caused me to laugh, until. . . .

	"D-U-S-T-I-I-N-N!"  He'd had enough!  Just as both Dustin and I
were enjoying the sensation of his deepest warmth, Petey pushed Dustin in
the chest.  My finger was impaled in between those cheeks and entered a
good two knuckles' depth.  Dustin's hands came back to the sides of his
cheeks and he gasped until it echoed throughout the bathroom and beyond!

	We just froze.  Dustin was on his tiptoes and I was aghast at what
had happened, but too paralyzed that I would hurt him, to move.  Really!
Petey came around a little to see what was up.  He saw my hand buried
between the cheeks of his brother.

	"Oopsie!" he said, and went back to stare at his brother who was
just barely relaxing a bit.

	"Okay, Dustin.  I'm gonna pull out of there, okay?"  He nodded his
head, waiting for the consequences.

	I eased my finger out and waited for the shout from Dustin.

	"M-m-m.  Wow!"  There was a pause of silence.  "I think I really
like baths now, David."  He turned to face me and I held him in my arms,
chuckling softly; mostly relieved that I hadn't hurt him.  My hands went
down to his cheeks again and softly finished cleaning him there.  Like
rubbing over the sore after the splinter comes out.  You have to do it;
like it relaxes the muscle there or something.

	Then the best thing ever happened to me.  The little horny terror
that had me shocked most of time at his outrageous notions, put his hands
on my shoulders, drew my head close to his and kissed me on the cheek.
M-m-m.  I think I may have washed all his orneriness away.

	"Thanks, David.  That was the best ever."  What was really weird
was I had totally lost my erection by then, though not the feelings.

	"Oka-a-y-y!  I getz next!"  Dustin moved away so Petey could come
up to me.  His smile was so wonderful.  He was twitching with anticipation.
I hoped he had no idea of what to expect except by witnessing his brother's
enjoyment.  What I mean is, I hoped he was just looking for some nice warm
feelings, not a sexual happening as Dustin may have wanted.

	With Petey I felt I had to talk to him.  I wanted to make the time
special.  I certainly didn't want to scare him or compromise him.  But I
couldn't wait to get my hands on him either.  I knew what to expect.  The
epitome of smooth.

	As I described what I was doing I washed Petey's neck, after
soaping him up all over.  Next, his shoulders, skinny and pointy like so
many other parts of his gangly body.  I went down one arm and up and he
laughed when I got to his little armpits.  After arm two, I started on his
chest and motioned for Dustin to move behind his little guy.  He cuddled
right up and I could see Petey relax into his big brother.  Dustin looked
over his brother and smiled.  I was in wonder that the two were so
perfectly comfortable like that; made for each other.  I was also surprised
when Petey closed his eyes and let a sigh escape his thin, pink lips.

	Petey was a little more ticklish than Dustin, but he soon learned
to relax a little more with each touch.  His chest was just two little
bumps of pointy flesh that I massaged for a little bit.  I made a point of
cleaning out his inny, which got a squeal as his tummy sucked back toward
his brother.  I placed my hands on the sides of the purest, softest, finest
work of art.  I don't know how to describe him.  Have you ever wanted to
grab hold of a frosted layer cake by its sides and squeeze your fingers
through the rich, velvety frosting and keep sinking farther into the cake
itself?  It seems to me it would be such a wonderful, one time luxury; a
total waste of good cake, but heaven for some extravagant reason.  Okay,
magnify that feeling ten-fold.  Petey's skin!

	While my hands lay flat on his tummy, my thumbs found that valley
from hip to groin that attached his scrawny legs to his babyish torso.  He
giggled a bit but his smile stayed, lighting up his face, and his eyes
stayed closed, much as his brother had done.  He was just a little more
nervous or fidgety.  He was being very cute.

	As I started washing one leg I noticed that Dustin had wrapped his
arms around Petey's chest and was massaging his brother's nipples like I
had.  When my hands reached as high as they could, one between his legs and
one at his hip, he tensed and giggled.  I had to look to see him stick out
as hard as a five year old could be, all two inches; maybe more.  I went
back over that leg again.  This time my hand rubbed his little nubbin and I
got a gasp and a moan.  It's nice that boys were made to enjoy such
feelings, pretty much from birth.  It's also nice that he didn't need to
pull away too much.  I looked up at Dustin who had his eyes closed and a
slight grin on his face.  I followed his side down to where their hips
almost matched and noticed that Dustin was sliding up and down just an inch
or so and very slowly.  His hands had moved to just below the belly button
in front of him, holding his brother captive and secure.  More moans from
the littlest guy.

	I repeated with the washing of the other leg, this time making sure
that I made slight contact both times.  Dustin had moved his arms to come
up between Petey's and hold his shoulders, rocking just a little.

	"Do you want to turn around for me, Sweetie?"  I could swear the
moans came from two sources.  Neither boy moved to turn, though the boy in
back continued to move.  "Petey?  Dustin?  Should I come back tomorrow?"

	"'Kay."  Simultaneously, and very quietly.  I was so startled that
I let out a kind of loud guffaw.  Two sets of eyes opened and looked at the
guy in front of them, like they'd forgotten I was there.

	"Do you guys get to do this when you bathe together at home?"  Both
shook their heads slowly.  My guess was I had just added it to their time
together from henceforth.

	I reached up and gently took Dustin's hands off of Petey's
shoulders.  Dustin frowned but he couldn't hide the smile that was seeping
through.  I turned Petey around.  He opened his eyes and looked up into his
brother's warm, brown peepers.  He leaned forward, wrapped his arms around
his hero, turned his head to the side to lay into Dustin's chest and
whispered,

	"I gots the best brother inna whole world.  Yup!"  Dustin's arms
went around his own personal teddy bear and kissed his forehead.  Petey
looked up at his brother who spontaneously leaned down and kissed Petey
right on the lips.  Just a peck!  I almost cried.  I saw the look come over
Dustin.  The look that said he missed his mom and dad and was glad he still
had his little loved one to comfort him.  It also brought on a tear.  So I
began to wash in earnest, like changing the subject.

	I kind of pushed hard on Petey's back and legs, knowing that he was
in good hands, knowing that his brother would feel even more, well,
brotherly, holding him tight.  Once again, when I got to those two orbs of
succulent little boy I squished and pushed, massaged and man-handled until
Dustin leaned over his brother as far as he could.  He giggled just a
second as though he'd caught me.  He did.  I was beside myself with the
pleasure tingling through my whole body.  Every part of me cried out for
the wonderful experience that my hands were enjoying.

	As my hands moved up and down over those little globes, my thumbs
met in the middle and forced their way between them.  The first two times
caused a little gasp, but then he relaxed for the last two times.  I
replaced my thumbs with one long finger and passed over his pucker a few
times, just to be sure it was clean. It was so tight that I almost had to
check to see if he even had an opening back there.  Dustin's hands slid
down his brother's back and slid under mine.  His fingers slid a little bit
into the warm crevasse.  The sigh from Petey was unforgettable.  I felt
them hug all the more.

	I couldn't resist.  What a pleasure I had been given.  What an
honor to worship two miraculous pieces of perfection.  I straightened up on
tired knees and hugged them both together, reaching around and squeezing
Dustin's butt cheeks.  Again I was soft until I felt Petey wiggle when he
felt me trying to separate his two cheeks with my naughty penis.  It was
bent down until it found that warm place.  When I started to harden I was
starting to hurt.  It was meant to be pointing down there when the blood
was flowing into it.  So I had to release my hold.

	I sat back on my haunches and enjoyed the view in front of me.  I
was not in love with Dustin or Petey like I was with my Grant, but I was in
love with them.  They would forever remind me of youth and energy and
perfection of the human body.  I knew my arms would always crave the
glorious feelings that filled every sense in me just then.

	I stood up and grabbed the shampoo from the ledge, then reached for
and turned the water to wet their heads.  They released and gasped but we
were all laughs and soapy suds until we rinsed and stepped out to dry each
other.

	M-m-m-m-m!  I stared at two brothers making the beads of water
disappear off of their brother and thought to myself, if I timed it just
right, we might have to squeeze another shower in before bedtime.

	"We think that's a swell idea too, David.  Uh, David; close your
mouth."

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End of Chapter 33

To be continued

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