Date: Tue, 24 Jun 2008 07:06:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 35 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. 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 tell me if you liked it anyway. * * * * This chapter is dedicated to a beautiful friend. He encourages, supports and praises the effort I try to put into this work. With him, my editor and a few others, it makes it so nice when I submit another chapter. 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They put so much energy into being quiet, and they have hardly any control over their giggles or movements when they are trying to be so quiet. Every part of their bodies is tensed up to keep still, so they POP! like a spring, when something moves them a bit or they get giddy. I didn't want to understand it, to hear the words too clearly; that was like cheating. No, I wanted it to be their thrill, their game, even if it did go along with them lying on my hips. I tried so hard to keep my eyes closed, to fake the sleep they tried so hard to keep me in, but I was pretty much awake from all their movement. Since my eyes were closed, I had no idea what time it was. I just tried to relax and enjoy their, Whispering. But as I woke more, they spoke up or something. I could hear each word as though they were only a few feet away. Oh. Ha! They were. "What do ya think? Should we?" "He he he. 'Kay. He he he." "Sh-h-h-h, Petey. Don't wake him." "He, he, he. 'Kay. He, he, he. Why?" "Cuz he don't wan' us to play with him cuz 'a Grant." "Yup and I loves Grant. I like playin' with him too." "Hey. When'd you get to play with Grant? I only got to a coupla times is all, and that was just suckin'. When'd you do him?" "Well, see, he came inta our room inna dark one night. I gotz scared till I saw it was him there. He was funny. He didn't even sees me when I was right in fronta him, Dustin. He was lookin' for sumpin. Then he looked at me and smiled, but I thinks his eyes, they was closed too much. (Oh! Sleepwalking I bet. Figures.) He says, 'David,' like I got to be David. He went to hug me but I played a game on him and scrunched down on my kneeses. Ha. But he tried to hug me anyways. He walked up and hugged my head. He, he, he. That's when I went right into his tummy and his penie stucks my chinny-chin-chin. He, he, he. So I looks down at it and he dude it again. This time I opened up and got it! Countin yours, he was my only other penie. I gots to have two, huh? But his was only for a second, though." "Pete-e-e-ey. Be quiet. You're gettin' excited and you're talkin too loud." "What's we gunna do now? My penie is all sticky out again. It tingles. He, he, he. I like it when David touches it, huh?" There was a pause, then a very soft but contented sigh from a very small voice, then a Dustin whisper. "Yeah. I really like that. Hey, Petey. Put his hand on it. I'm gunna do it too." "'Kay but . . . oh, I see." Petey had gotten up on his knees, I guess, and was looking at what Dustin was doing. He must have because, after Dustin had taken my left hand and put it in his lap, so did Petey. Petey used both hands and was so gentle. Dustin was too, but Petey was far more exaggerated in his movements. I was having a hard time not laughing or even smiling. As was my usual role as a certified BUTT, I let my hands move in their laps so that it didn't quite touch their own little hard-ons. Dustin moved mine again. I slid just a little bit. "Dustin, it's not workin' He's too jelloey or sumpin'. He don't touch me there. Nope." "Hm-m-m. Move your boner into his hand then. Can ya do that without landin' on him?" "Well, 'course, silly." For the next few minutes they would either try to move my hand to them or move a part of them to my hand. I was all over the place, as limp as a noodle; jelloey. I could hear Dustin getting frustrated. "Shit! This ain't workin'. I'm doin' sumpin' differ'nt." I soon felt both of his forearms against my side, on either side of my hip, and could feel them leaning closer to me, like he was leaning over me. I was trying to think what he could be up to, like looking over at Petey's side. His face must have been barely over me because I could feel his hot breath on my PENIS! His mouth was fire! It was so unexpected. Hey, I told you I was naive. "Hey! I wants to, too, Dustin. I only got to once before and I . . . ." "Uh, guys?" The mouth came off of me and Dustin fell back onto my hip. "Holy Shit, David! You scared the crap outta me." "Au-um! You said 'crap', Dustin. Aum-m. I'm gonna tell. Oh, an' you said the other poo-poo word too. It's worser." Since my eyes were now open I could see how early it was. It was still very dark in the room, way before dawn tried to make a break in the night's sky. "Awe, come on, David. Don't wake up. I wanna give you somethin' that you won't let me do if you're awake." "I gots to go!" Petey jumped off the bed and disappeared into the adjoining bathroom. "Come on, Dustin. I need more sleep and so do you guys. Let's just enjoy a few more hours of relaxing, restful . . . Oaff! Thank you, Petey. That was some dive. Did you wash your hands?" Gone! "I guess I gotta go too. But I wanna play some too. How come . . . why does Grant . . . . " Then I couldn't hear him. He was talking as he moved into the bathroom. Petey passed him coming back and I curled up before I was further removed of any choice to have children. "You are so funny, David. Whyze you all balled up like that? You're not a little guy like me that does that stuff. But I don't hafta when I gets to sleep on you, huh? You're all warm and comfy for me." He was standing by the bed as I pulled out of my self-imposed knot. He stared at me as he played with his little nub of a penis and sucked his thumb. He was really cute. He saw me staring back, looked down at his thumb and slowly lowered it from his mouth, smiling sheepishly; I think he must have been told more than once that he was too old to suck his thumb. I wonder if the one who told him figured out that he had moved on to other things to suck or play with. "Alright. We hafta go to sleep some more, Petey. David, sa-a-i-i-d." Dustin returned as pouty as he'd left. "'Kay." They both joined me, each to their side, but Dustin didn't lie down right away. Petey seemed to be okay with going back to sleep. He snuggled into me, his head on my shoulder, his thin, warm torso lying along side of me with one leg up and over me, almost at my waist. My arm was under and around him and he was short enough that I could easily cup one of his delicious butt cheeks in my hand. I gave a small squeeze as he settled in and was rewarded with a squeak and a giggle. He raised his head to look into my eyes. "You likes to play with my po-po, huh, David?" he moaned, quietly. "Oh, yes, little one. Little boys, especially three little boys I know, have the best po-pos to play with." "M-m-m-m. I like it too. Uh-huh." At least I think that's what he said. He'd laid his head down, having given up on the effort of trying to stay awake any longer. I just heard his deep breathing after that. "David?" came a whisper from my other side. I still marveled at how Dustin cared for his brother. Just his gentle voice showed me that he tried his hardest not to disturb a sleeping angel. "Sleep, Dustin. Morning is coming so quickly." "Yeah but, I can't. I wanna do more and there's nobody to do it with; least, not till Grant and everyone comes back." He was almost laying much as Petey was on my other side, except his head was turned up toward me and his chin was cutting off the circulation to my left nipple. I guess if I did have kids, I wouldn't be able to nurse them. Ha! I must have been tired. But if I did have kids, I'd want them to lay on me much the same as these two were. "Dustin, could we possibly discuss this in the morning. I honestly know how you feel. You two got me raging there for a minute. I miss Grant, too. But there is not one thing more I will do than we have unless Grant knows and approves. I won't risk losing him again. Period." His head came off my chest and he scooted as close to my face as he could. "Really? You wanna do stuff with all of us? Wo-o-o-ow! Awesome." Oh great. "Dustin. Please don't go there. We need to talk but not tonight, or this morning. After some more sleep, maybe. Okay?" "Hee, hee, hee. Okay. I can wait for that; he, he. Awesome." But at least he snuggled into my side, pretty much as Petey had. His cheek, too, fit perfectly in my hand. I had to catch myself from massaging his fleshy orb. He had lost a little more fat than Petey and it was replaced with just enough tone to make it resist my squeezes. It truly did feel awesome. "M-m-m-m. You can do that all night, David. Night." * * * * Whispers This time there was no one else on my bed. "Careful, Petey. Don't spill any." The distinct and wide awake voice of Dustin brought my eyes open to see him come into the room, gloriously perfect in his nudity, except for the part covered by a tray in front of him. On it appeared to be a bowl of cereal and a plate with what might have been bread before it was martyred for my breakfast. His exaggerated moves were so cute, trying to do the best job ever, trying to keep the tray balanced. He seemed to floor me every other minute lately; like now, with his thoughtfulness. Okay, it may have been bribery. "But it won't stay still, Dustin. It keeps sloshin' around." I heard Petey before I saw him make his way around the doorframe. He looked like a ring bearer, except that he was barer. Ha! He held a glass of orange juice ahead of him like it was either a precious pillow for a wedding ring or nitro; I couldn't tell which. Of course, his level of concentration took over every muscle in his cute face, contorting it just so, to show the careful work he was performing. Luckily, it wasn't filled enough to slosh over, but he didn't realize that. Dustin grinned a huge grin when he saw me awake. He wiggled his head at me and I got the notion that he wanted to put the tray in my lap. I scooted upright as he set it down on me. Then he turned and said over his shoulder, "Be right back." As Dustin passed by his brother, Petey, with his cargo, squeezed his eyes closed and his shoulders tensed as though not seeing would prevent an inevitable collision. It worked and he was soon on his way to set the glass gingerly on the tray next to the other food. He slowly looked up and grinned, a satisfied grin, of noble accomplishment. "Whew! That was scary cuz Mommy doesn't know I can dues that now, huh? I'm getting pretty big, huh?" Then he plopped by my side, on the bed, and almost tipped everything over right onto him. Luckily I was holding the sides enough to lift it away from disaster. "Whoa! You certainly are getting to be a big boy Petey. But it's okay if you just stay yourself for awhile longer." He grinned a grin of childish self-pride, earned by his task for me and his brother. Dustin came in with another tray and set it on the chair at the foot of the bed. It had two bowls and a plate of equally decimated toast and a jar of jam. We enjoyed the meal with little talk, mostly just one or the other of us looking up and grinning. They'd climbed up on the bed to eat and by the time we were pretty much done, Petey had two big globs of jam on his chest and tummy. Dustin almost said something but I put my hand on his leg and stopped him in time. I nodded with my head to move the trays away and then did the eyebrow raising thing toward Petey and licked my lips. Dustin showed me his understanding by his grin. "One. . . two. . .," I started. "Oopsy! I gots jam on my tum-tum. I need a . . . " "Three!" Dustin and I both shouted as one. Then we attacked Petey, laying him back on the bed and licking up his sweetness; oh, and some jam! He was giggling; Dustin was giggling and spurting, with his lips against the smooth tummy of our naked five year old. I was trying to be serious in my attack, making huge swoops with my tongue, spreading the jam more than consuming it; adding a 'raspberry' to his tummy once in a while, generally trying to make it last as long as possible. Petey moved into his guttural laugh, a hearty laugh that came from deep inside him. Then he gasped loudly. Dustin had a mouthful of Petey and Petey was trying to raise up to see what was happening. Dustin started out oblivious of us until he felt Petey moving up, then he looked up at us and blushed, as much as he could with two inches of a skinny little dick in his mouth. He let go of his tidbit and raised up. "Oops! Well, I got carried away, I s'pose. He does taste pretty good. Want some, David?" I don't know what it was, but the look of that little pickle sticking straight up from between Petey's heavenly legs looked like it was calling me to taste test it; just a little taste? But I could wait a few more hours. "Bath time! But let's do it in the pool, okay? I love the pool." Consent was heralded by both munchkins and we carried the trays up and put them in the kitchen and kept going. A slide later had us spurting water from our noses and two little ones attacking me. God, they were fun, and beautiful. After about an hour of play, a simple swimming lesson for Petey and a few minutes of lounging to dry off and we were up at the house doing two days of dishes. Lunch was simple, so were the activities the kids chose to do on the living room floor. As they read and colored, I admired them again. Their perky butts stuck up and tightened every few seconds. Petey would absentmindedly reach back to catch his butt cheek, then grab another color. I found myself aimlessly wandering around the house. I changed the sheets on 'our' bed (God, I missed him.) and then checked the bedrooms and bathrooms to see if all was well with them. Our returning pioneers wouldn't want to wait to do anything, I suspected, before they plopped into their real beds. I was at the bottom of the stairs, down one level from the main floor when I heard a vehicle drive up and stop. Could it be them? I almost ran up the stairs until I realized I needed to be a bit cooler than that. I could contain my emotions for a few more minutes. Oh God, let it be him! The door burst open as I reached the top of the stairs. I saw the two little ones look up in the direction of the sound, then at me. Petey jumped to his feet and, raising his arms, yelled, "They's home!" Just as Clayton walked around the corner. I was so primed and ready for it to be, well, someone other than that hunk, that I had to stop in mid attack so as not to show my enthusiasm. Clayton almost had a heart attack when he saw me coming for him out of the corner of his eye. "My god, fellas," he shouted as I tried to stop and two boys passed me to gang up on their friend, 'unca' and mentor. "Such a welcome, and I was only gone a day. What will it be like when the DeWitts get back?" "Oh, Unca Clayton. It's you, it's you! I'm so glad you came back to here, you know." Petey never let go of Clayton as he spoke into his navel, arms wrapped as high as they would go. Dustin backed up and looked up at his caregiver and nurse. "Where'd you go off to, Unca Clayton? We had fun but it woulda been funner with you here, too, huh Petey?" Petey nodded a ton of times and as fast as he could, making Clayton burst out laughing as he was tickled in his stomach. "Ha, ha, ha! Petey, come up here." He lifted Petey into his arms until the skinny little butt was sitting on Clayton's arm. "Boys, I had to go stay with my mommy and daddy for a day. Their getting older and needed someone to watch them until their room was ready at the nursing home." "Glad I asked," said Dustin, practically brushing off the explanation. Petey looked into Clayton's eyes, scratched his head, and tried to figure out what all that meant. "It means they have a new home like your mommy and daddy. But your mommy and daddy will be home before long. But my mommy and daddy get to stay there. It's their new house and they have people to care for them. They need that because of how old they are getting to be." "O-o-o-o-h!" said the little munchkin, bending way back and looking straight up at the ceiling. "Is Grampa Russ gonna go there too?" "Not for a very long time, I'm sure. He's as strong as I am and I'm much younger than he." "You are too? Soes me, too!" he said, slapping himself on his bare chest, as if to remind everyone who we were talking about. "Oh, Petey. You're so young I think I'm going to take you downstairs, change your diaper and put you down for a nap. How about that?" The gradual change in Petey's face was priceless. As he understood each part of Clayton's silly threat his eyes grew and grew, his mouth hung open and he was shaking his head with his eyes closed by the time Clayton had finished. "Nuh-uh! I'm too big for a nap, silly. I stay all the way up until bedtime. Yup. And, he, he, he, I don't have no pants on to poop in. I'm free!" "Dustin," Clayton said as he went to one knee, placing Petey across the leg that was bent in front of him. Dustin looked up and grinned at the recognition, something very important at the ripe old age of eight. Clayton's arm went around Dustin's naked waist and pulled him into a one arm hug. "I sure missed you boys. How did I ever get through the day before I met you both, without hearing you guys laughing and playing?" "Not gonna happen too much longer if you don't let go," whispered Dustin. Clayton let out a barrel laugh as he released Dustin. Dustin shook out his arms and hands to get the circulation back in them. We all helped Clayton bring his small suitcase in and stood at his door as he unpacked. We talked about our time together, yes, most all of it. Clayton gave me the eyebrow thing, as Petey told of his taste treat the night before. I'm sure I was blushing something awful. Just as Clayton put the empty suitcase in their walk-in closet, there were more vehicular noises from the front of the house. God, let it be him! The boys got to the stairs before me. Clayton hung back to protect himself from the stampede. By the time I made it to the entry, the door was open a crack and the sound of an angry Sam filled the room. "Then just stay there until you learn to be civil. I don't know what's got into you, young man, but neither your Grampa nor I will tolerate it anymore." This is where a smart ass like me would say something like, 'besides that, how was your weekend?' But I just stayed next to the wall of the foyer and waited for the men to come in on their own. Even Dustin and Petey stopped short of pulling open the front door. The door opened and Sam came in, visibly upset, shaking his head. He looked up to see us standing there, apprehensive of what to do. "That boy has the hardest head of any two people I know, I swear. I have no idea where he gets it," he said, looking at no one in particular. "Ha!" came the loud, clear voice of Russ as he followed his son into the entry. "I wonder who he could have gotten that from, Sa-a-am! Ha!" He slapped his son on the shoulder, receiving a smile for his effort. I felt better already. It didn't seem as serious as it first looked, though I wondered what had caused all of this. The other thing that struck me was how different Sam's voice sounded in anger than the voice I'd heard when I'd just arrived in Euphoria, yelling at Grant to get in the house. I wasn't about to mention that just then either. "And there's another fine example of stubborn, Sam." Russ came over to me and grabbed my chin in his strong hand. "Another little fart in the wind that won't take a gaul-darned bath. What is it with children these days?" "Whaddid I dooo?" I tried to talk without the ability to move my jaw down. "Go get him, David. He can't sit out there all night. And, damn it, he needs a bath!" * * * * * End of Chapter 35 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. Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com