Date: Fri, 20 Apr 2007 09:52:31 -0700 (PDT) From: Matthew Templar Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 9 All rights reserved. Other than downloading one copy for personal enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author. Furthermore, every word of this story is fiction. Nothing within this tale happened to anyone I know. Any reference to anyone, anything or any place, real, living or dead is coincidental. If there is someone that has written a law saying that you can't read this story because of age or local laws or other such 'wisdom', then you haven't really gotten this far into Nifty to read this anyway, right! Write to me with the date of your legal birthday and I will...Not! I will answer all appropriate emails, but, thank you in advance for your time to write. Finally, there is not enough room to express my gratitude to Dwight Wilson for his dedication to resolving the problems I had with making legible sense out of this work and then encouraging me to hit the 'Submit' button. Read Brad's Idol in Adult/Youth and New Horizons in Authoritarian to know the experience he brings to my story. Your comments and suggestions are welcome. Matthew at matemp1148@yahoo.com *** Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 9 Oh joy. It only took a second to register what was going on. Time to shudder and try to sit up. And then, "WOW DUSTIN! THEYZ NAKED. WE CAN BE NAKED TOO!" We looked at each other, then at the 5 year old standing at the side of the couch, his eyes huge over a smile that was gigantic. Then all we saw was flurry! Clothes were flying everywhere! More were coming over the couch. I swear that, before the first piece of Petey's clothing touched the floor he was standing, arms spread, directly in front of us, smiling big time, naked in all his golden tanned glory; naked as, as, us!. "NOW WEEZE NAKED TOO! YIPE-E-E!" Dustin came around the other side smiling and just stared at the two of us, barely cuddled together on the couch, certainly not knowing what to do; how to get out of this without embarrassing, well, I was going to say the boys, but that didn't seem like a problem. As if on cue, having mastered some little known Olympic sport of lap jumping, two well tanned, nude bodies made their places in our laps. We held on for dear life and tried to calm them down. "Boys, are we ever glad to see you. We ran out of clothes and were hoping that some very cute little guys would come in here and cover us up," I said, knowing I'd saved face again. Another triumph. "Oh, give me a break," argued Dustin. He then twisted around in Russ's lap and swiped his stomach, bringing up with his hand several fingers of the cum that had been warm just seconds before. "We know what you guys were doin'. You were humpin'!" And he licked his hand until it was clean, then gave us a prize-winning grin! "Yeah," said Petey, "Humpin'!" And he rose up in my lap and leaned over, put a hand on each side of my face and licked the dripping mess off of my face until I was clean. "M-M-M! Good as daddy's," he said, grinning at Dustin. Their two naked seats, us, just stared at them, then each other, with our mouths open in total shock. "This is great, Russ. We've got two tiny horn dogs here and a 10 year old on his way with no more knowledge of what's going on than, than, than a healthy, naive ten year old." "Nicely put, David," Russ said, shaking his head at me. "Thanks. And there's a nurse that's going to walk through that door, see us and have us put in jail! And we haven't even done anything! What are we going to do?" "I'm home you four horny studs!" The door flew open and there, in all his white brilliance and flare was, "UNCA CLAYTON!" a duet of boys screamed. The boys ran toward the voice and we stood and turned to look. By then Clayton had the boys in his arms and was walking back toward us, smiling big time. The contrast of his white uniform behind the two golden skinned boys was magnificent. His handsome beauty only graced my eyes even more. I looked over at Russ and saw a look of total awe; as though he were saying it without a sound coming out. "Close your mouth, Russ. It's Clayton, our nurse." He was still awe struck like he hadn't heard a word. "Come to give you your sponge bath." Okay, he heard that. "Hm-m-m-m!" he slobbered. "Well, David, every time we meet you seem so glad to see me," Clayton said, looking down from my eyes a coupla' feet." That had the boys giggling and pointing. "And this must be the Russell DeWitt that I've heard so much about and have always wanted to meet. Mr. DeWitt. Uh, Mr. DeWitt?" "He's got one too," piped up the littlest faunet. Both boys started fidgeting until 'Unca Clayton' set them down to come over to us and size our endowments. Warm hands this time, thank God. "Yeow!" shouted Russ. It never fazed the kids, one of whom was the reason for the surprised outburst. "I got the biggest in my hand Petey; nanner, nanner, naaanner," taunted Dustin, showing Petey the handful of Russ he had. "Yeah, but mine's is almost bite size, huh?" Well, that got my attention. Before I found out what the little innocent meant by that, I scooped him into my arms and turned my attention back to Clayton. "Good to see you again. Uh, yes. This is Russ," I said, swinging an arm toward the big lug, whose only reason for still standing was because Dustin was holding him up by his.... "Russ! This is my nurse, Clayton. Clayton, what are you doing here? "Silly. I'm here to look after the boys. Make sure they're properly cared for, get all their protein." Realization dawned on Russ and me at about the same time. Protein? Russ started to remove Dustin's hand from his appendage. Then he tried to scoot Dustin behind him as if to hide him. Of course, that was okay with Dustin. He'd, evidently, just as soon be exploring a firm ass as he would holding a hard cock, and Russ was nice enough to tell us exactly when that happened. "Arrgh! What are you doin' back there, Termite? Come around here where I can hog tie ya' properly." Russ tried to reach around and grab Dustin but the little guy was too fast. He whooped and laughed as he ran off to look out of the panoramic windows that opened to the view of the lush valley below. Soon Petey squirmed enough so that I had to set him down to run and join his brother. "Clayton, ah, you will forgive me my poor manners. I just haven't seen anyone, you're so, hell! What I'm trying to say is..." Russ stammered, still gawking at our new guest. "What he's trying to say is, he's never seen someone so stunning and would you like to join him in the hot tub, just the two of you?" I was helping in my own special way. "Yeah, that's it," agreed Russ, obviously before he realized what I had said. "NO! That's not what I meant. I don't want to...well, I mean I'm not...Hm-m-m. Shit! David, now look what you've gone and done." "Russ," I said, "You're a big, strong boy. Just take him downstairs. You need to show him the house and his room. Then you need to discuss your plan of attack for the next few days. After that he can show you what he has in mind for you." Russ was kind of nodding through all my suggestions, though open mouthed, agreeing in his head until I got to the last sentence. As realization swept through him like a bad taco, his eyes whipped over to see a huge, bright smile on Clayton's face. Clayton took hold of his arm and guided him to the stairs against the back wall and the two disappeared to the next level down. This gave me a chance to look around. I turned around and took in as much of the floor as I could see. Most of this haven of solitude was natural wood with its rich golden grain warming the atmosphere and making it seem almost cozy. That seemed to defy the laws of space, the cozy part, since the room was huge. There were area rugs with three different seating arrangements. The one we were at was right in the middle and looked out over the valley. There were two others on either side of this one that faced the middle and were a little smaller. As you came into the house, there was a door next to the front door, opened a ways, that showed at least a half bathroom. The entry opened up to a wall in front of you that almost blocked any other entry to more rooms. You had to wander to either side to see that it simply divided you from the huge room beyond. And on the other side of the wall, in the great room was a stairway to the rest of the house below, three full stories below. The ceiling was open except for a small balcony that was right in the middle and looked out the huge plate-glass windows. It was probably a reading sanctuary for even more peace and quiet. The walls varied. Some parts were wallboard, painted, some were adobe, natural, some ashen slate. A couple of Native American rugs hung on walls, adding to the warmth. There were quite a few large paintings, some of bright colors but most were subdued and warm. By the stairway were two sculptures made of logs, both were five feet tall or more. One was of a young man's head and shoulders. It was hard to see the features without really inspecting it close, but he looked like a young boy of about fourteen or fifteen. The other sculpted log was of a combination of animals. It was nothing like a totem pole. It looked like the animals had just come in and were slithering around the tree and froze in place. One was a squirrel. I shuddered when I thought I saw him looking at me. It was that real. Both sculptures were really very beautiful. I could see why Russ would choose them. I couldn't wait to see the rest of this place. It was really commanding in its impact on the senses. Then my ears caught a giggle and I looked over to the massive windows that exposed the glorious sites outside. Dustin and Petey were absorbed with everything in front of them. One of them would point to something and the other would comment or giggle. Dustin's arm was around his little brother's shoulders and Petey had wrapped his around his big brother's waist. Even against the light from outside I could tell that the boys didn't spend much time dressed. Their tans were dark and even over every part of their bodies. They were as cute as you could imagine, and they were certainly a handful. I walked up behind them and placed a hand on each of them. They immediately turned to see me and opened up their arms to scoop me in, both around the top of my naked cheeks. "We was seein' all there is out there. Isn't it neat from up here, David? Doesn't it make you want to fly down there?" Petey was very calm for him as he showed me some of the things they had seen. "Why is it so green and the rest is so brown, David?" asked Dustin. I could see what he meant. The valley was lush and green for acres and acres but beyond that, like a wall, everything was brown and dusty, Euphoria style. As I looked to my right I could see a river flowing down there that must have been the source of the beautiful green expanse of the valley. As my eyes went farther to the right I could see two hills with the valley between them built up with rock and gravel to form a viaduct to allow the water to go directly to the valley. That seemed like a lot of work to me. As I was scratching my chin, I felt a TUG! "Ow!" I looked down to see who'd pulled my, ah, chain! "Wow! Dustin. I don't think that was designed as a door bell. Couldn't you just tap me on the arm next time?" "Sorry, David. But you were somewhere else. I was talkin' to ya and everything." Petey helped him by nodding. "Then it's me that's sorry, Dustin. What were you saying?" "I was asking if we get to go exploring all around here. Huh? Do we?" Petey was helping by nodding. He had also laid his head against my hip so I got to feel his nod as well as see it. "Well, I'm sure we all want to see everything while you're here. But let's let Russ and Clayton finish their, ah, ahem...talk first, and then we'll get settled into our rooms. Maybe we can start our explore as early as tomorrow." For some reason a Christopher somebody flashed through my mind with a little fat, yellow bear, covered with honey, wandering around down there. Ah, childhood story books. When we were all so young and innocent. "Yah, Petey. We got to wait for Grampa Russ and Unca Clayton to get done makin' it before we can do anything." See? Innocents. My God! Petey was helping by nodding against my hip. He kept nodding and, with the warmth of the sun, their bodies against me and their arms around me I was drawing some attention to myself. I looked down to see that the two boy's attention had turned toward something much more tactile and, certainly closer then their previous view. It only took a few seconds for Petey to reach over to see if I would bounce back up if pulled all the way down. They giggled merrily when they found out it would. "Okay then, boys. What would you like to do now?" The giggling and the looks in their eyes told me that wasn't the best way to phrase that. "Guys, let's go sit down and talk." Now that seemed innocent enough, but there were even more giggles from my two admirers. We walked together, back to the huge couch. There we could spread out and, "Oof!" Two boys were vying for their place on my lap. "Don't fight boys. Sit on either side of me so we can just relax a bit. You can cuddle up to me if you like. Don't be shy." Oh brother. It certainly wasn't their shyness I was worried about. These guys had one-track minds. They both seemed to make a big deal about snuggling into my side and my arms automatically went behind their heads and over their shoulders. That put one hand on Dustin's hip and the other on Petey's thigh. It also left them with two hands each to do whatever they liked. The arm on each of them that was against me lay so that they could, and did, rub my thighs. Their other hands met in the middle to investigate my stake. While it felt really good, it didn't seem very appropriate. "Guys. Let me rest too. Sometimes grownups aren't always ready to play like that all the time. Sometimes we just like to cuddle and tell stories or just listen to the quiet." "Hmm. That seems kinda dull," Dustin said, still rubbing my leg, but with both hands now. Petey was content to settle in and suck his thumb and rub my leg with the other hand. I have to admit I found myself rubbing their thighs too. They felt so smooth. It also allowed me to snuggle them in a little closer. I could see that Dustin was stiff, but I wasn't sure about Petey. He'd brought his leg up and it covered his peter. Still, the quiet was nice and as I was able to relax, I could hear some gentle purring coming from Petey's side. "He's sleepin'," Dustin informed me. "I don't hafta take naps anymore. I'm too big." "Yeah, but, you've had a long week. You've been through more than any two boys should ever have to go through, ever." I felt him nod and turn into me. Then I heard a sniffing. "It's okay if you need to cry, Dustin. Even big boys and adults need to cry once in awhile." There was some more sniffling, then his hand came up and rubbed my chest where his head lay. "It's not that, David. You got a hair there and it's ticklin' my nose. Right there!" "Oomph!" I said, instead of screaming like I wanted to. I didn't want to disturb Petey. Believe me; I was only thinking of myself. I looked down to see the only hair I had left on my body between my toes and my neck, laying in Dustin's hand as he showed me his prize. "See? No more ticklin'." Oh Boy! "David, how come you don't have any hair on your balls or your cock, too? Do you shave like mommy and daddy do?" "Mommy, I mean, your mommy and daddy shave their, ah, regions down there?' He looked up and nodded, matter-of-factly. "Well, ah, that's nice. I'm sure there's a good reason..." "Oh, yeah. They don't like it in their teeth all the time. I like it better that way too. It makes it so nice and smooth, huh?" he said as he reached over and rubbed where there should have been hair. "You gonna keep shavin' it for Petey and me, David?" It was getting a bit unbearable. Every sweep of his hand had me sailing. I think I was paying attention to him, I mean, listening. My hand was still rubbing his thigh, but my eyes moved to his little peg, peeking out from between his legs. "Dustin," I whispered. If I talked too loud I was afraid I would cum in his hand. Okay, I wasn't thinking very well just then and I didn't have a hand left to grab his without waking Petey. Such sacrifice. "Dustin, ease up a bit or we're both going to get real sticky." He looked up with his two brown Disney eyes twinkling and said, "I could fix it so's you were dry on the outside and I was wet on the inside." Ha! He started to lean over, looking up at me all the way. One of the hardest things...No! Not that thingy!...That I've ever had to do was to shake my head, no, to this sweet little lover. He just wanted to play. "Thanks, Dustin. But I just like to hold you. Do you know I have my arms full of two of the three most wonderful boys in the world?" Pure maple syrup never flowed sweeter than my words to this horny cherub. "Give me a break, David. I just like to suck and stuff. If you don't want to, Petey and me'll have plenty to do tonight. But maybe later, huh? So how long you been shavin'?" "I don't shave. I was in an explosion that fried all my hair off of me. Remember Grant putting cream all over me?" Dustin thought for a moment and grinned and nodded. "That musta hurt something awful. Are ya' sure everything's workin' down there? I don't mind checkin' for ya', ya' know." I thought of awhile ago with Russ. That had caused some major leakage on my part. And the night before with Clayton; whew. "Believe me, everything works," I said with a big grin on my face, while I was looking off somewhere. "Oh, you and Grant, huh? Wow!" Woe! I sat up a little straighter, still afraid of waking Petey but aware that we were getting moist from the heat, where the boys and I touched. "Grant and I haven't, well, not completely. See, ah, well, he did but I, hmm." "So then, he came but you didn't and you've only been having any fun like this for a little while, huh?" I just stared down at him. He looked and sounded more like my therapist looking up at me, if I'd had one, than an innocent, ha!, eight-year-old boy. "Close your mouth David. I was just guessin' anyway." "Dustin, doesn't it bother you doing all these things with your parents and your little brother. You're so young. Petey's so young." I held him and his brother while Dustin was thinking. I hadn't wanted to be negative toward his parents. He almost lost them and they were a long way from being back together again. I didn't want to foster a hurt or resentment inside of him either but that's all they knew, or seemed to. I just wanted to understand where he was coming from. I felt that shaking like Grant did when he was crying. Ah, Grant. I could never hurt him either. Then I heard real wet sniffling from my side. "Boy I miss 'em, David. We had so much fun at the park place we just went to. This time was even more better cuz Petey was old enough. I love mommy and daddy. They wouldn't hurt us. They just love us to pieces. And we both love them lovin' us. Boy, oh boy, we got to play some fun stuff and met new friends our age and never had to dress and there was always someone to love ya and show them that you loved them. We met one kid like Grant's size? He was awesome. He showed how great it felt when you played with your asshole. Wow! Then he (giggling), he let me (more giggling), he let me stick my dick in him, in his butt hole? But I was still too short." He was rubbing himself now, with one hand as he told his tale to me. "Petey wasn't there. He was takin' his nap. We wore him out suckin' and stuff. Hm-m, that was an awesome two weeks. And we got so tanned, huh?" And he jumped up in front of me and did a piroet to show me his flawless body. Then he collapsed at my feet and brought his elbows up to rest on my thighs so he could prop his head in his hands. "Did your mom and dad ever take ya to Sun Haven, David? It's only a little ways from here, I think. Did they?" Then I could see his eyes water and his head drooped into my lap. I felt the tears flowing and his sobbing against my thighs. After a minute or two he turned his head to lay it so his fine hair was in my crotch but, for once, he didn't have sex on his young, hurting mind. "I miss 'em. I wanta' play with 'em. I want our times back again." He just lay there but the tears were still flowing. I played with his hair while he calmed down, then I rubbed his back. "Did you get hurt while you were leaving the park?" He closed his eyes and nodded. His hand came up in a fist, he looked at it and laid it on my thigh instead of sucking his thumb like I'm sure was his intention. He didn't seem to care if I knew. He seemed to know that he was too big a boy to need that. His other hand came up between my legs and I might have gasped a bit when it reached its goal. His fingers and thumb were just barely rubbing the tip. It felt great and seemed to relax him, doing something he liked, almost unconsciously. I know that's hardly an excuse to let him continue, but as long as it didn't lead to anything else, he seemed very content finally. "I'm sorry your mom and dad got hurt Dustin. And I won't lie to you. It will take awhile for them to heal, but you are welcome to be here just like it's your home for as long as you and Petey need to. Okay?" He just nodded. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't sleepy. I think he was just remembering, thinking of good times. He gave a big sigh and rose up to look at me. His face glowed from crying and from the tears, and the side of his face that had been laying on me was red and wet, but those eyes were killers. He was so beautiful. "David?" he asked thoughtfully. "Hm-m." "Can I sit in your lap if I don't wake Petey?" "Sure, guy. Even better, let's move over and let Petey lay down. Then we can do some real good cuddling. Whaddya say?" "'Kay." He stood and stepped back as I slid to the side and held Petey until he was lying comfortably on the couch. Dustin lifted his brother's legs onto the couch and Petey stretched a little then relaxed again. He too was magnificent. Just his tan was enough to make me look twice but he was so smooth, so well sculpted. "I like him too," said Dustin, surprising me from my captivation. "He's my best friend and my most fun friend too. Sometimes it's hard having friends over. Some of 'em aren't into the 'no clothes' thing and we never think twice about it. That's why we like you and being here with Grampa Russ." I patted my lap and he looked at it. Then he looked at Petey again and giggled, "He's got a hard one, huh? He must be dreamin', huh?" I leaned to check him out and there it was. Not more than two inches but it was poking out. There were no little balls to see. They were buried between his legs to keep warm. I noticed that his lips were doing a sucking motion. I hoped it was his thumb he was fantasizing over. Dustin climbed on board and scooted around to find the best place. He finally reached between his legs and lifted my penis up so he could put it between his legs. "Ah, Dustin. I don't know about..." "Sorry. I just didn't want to smash it and I don't know you well enough to put it anywhere else, huh?" I hadn't thought of that, and when I did I had no idea that it would make the sweat that formed on my forehead and lip. Still its position didn't bode well for softening anytime soon. I could only hope that he would lie still enough to keep me under control. He leaned back against my chest and sighed. This was nirvana. Any contact with any warm human was great. But these guys were so cuddly and warm, hard, even bony, but soft and gentle, somehow. Add to that that he wanted to be a part of me just then, to sit on my lap and relax with me. I was able to absorb the feelings and emotions and enjoy them. That wasn't a sexual thing. It was sensual but somehow I related it to their needs, conveniently ignoring mine. My arms crossed his chest and I could feel his gentle breathing. I scooted my butt forward just a bit so that I could lay back more. He leaned too and I felt his full body resting on me. What a great design for a line of blankets: a Grant style; a Dustin style and a little Petey shawl. M-m-m. I closed my eyes and relaxed, his head lying in my neck. It wasn't long before I heard someone on the stairs, then they stopped. There was whispering so that they wouldn't disturb anyone which, of course, drove me nuts when I was resting. "Their gonna think I'm nuts. I still haven't got anything on and I have two little ones to look after. I need to go down and..." "Shush, Russell. No one cares if you wear anything or not. I'm not. The boys up there are certainly not and you'll be out of place if you get dressed. Let's see how it goes. If everyone is comfortable, you should feel comfortable too." Dustin could hear them too. I could feel him giggle and arch his neck to listen in their direction. Then he whispered, "David?" I rubbed his tummy in answer. "They're done humpin' and they're comin' up here. Should we wake Petey?" I didn't have time to answer. I felt movement on my side and soon a five year old was crawling up my arm. "I'm already awake, Dustin," he whispered louder than some people talk. "Hey! You gettin' poked Dustin? I'm tellin'. You can't do that yet and I'm tellin'." Oh, he was awake alright. "Sh-h, Petey," I said. "Dustin isn't poked. I'm just between his legs; see?" So, of course, Petey got his face right between Dustin's legs to see me sticking out a ways. "Oh. I seeze ya." And then I felt something warm pass over the tip of my penis and send me sailing! I sucked air to try to slow down my heart and then it happened again. "Yeow! Petey! No!" My senses were reeling. All I could fathom was Dustin giggling at my reactions. "Petey, honey! Stop now and let's get up and see Grampa Russ and Clayton, whaddya say? Yeow!" I yelled once more before he raised his head directly in front of me and smacked me a sweet kiss, right on the lips. "I loves ya, David. Dustin does too. He said it in my dream, huh, Dustin?" Dustin was chuckling a kind of unsure, funny little laugh. "How would I know what you were dreamin', Petey." "Cuz you were in there with me while we played with him, 'member?" Realization came to Dustin and it must have struck his funny bone. I could feel his laugh start low and rise up to a full blown laugh at his brother's innocence. I quickly started to rub Dustin's chest to quiet him down. I didn't want his laughter to embarrass Petey and destroy his wonderful naivete; it was priceless. "Well, you guys all seem to be cozy," said Clayton over the back of the couch. "We think you need to get cleaned up before Sam and Grant get here. You look like you had a good time," he said, raising his eye brows at me. "We just rested, huh David?" answered Dustin with his smile on. "We didn't get to hump like you two did, huh?" He looked at me, a bit disappointed, then back at Clayton, who gave us a shit-eating grin that told all. "Well, my sweet boys, let's just say that I won't need dinner anytime soon. M-m-m, m-m!" "Boys?" said Russ coming up to Clayton. They were still behind us, I still had Dustin in my lap and Petey was still as close as he could be without being a part of my anatomy, so it was really awkward to keep looking over my shoulder. I kind of swung my neck around to indicate that I needed them to come around. Russ looked down and Clayton noticed. He shoved Russ until they were standing in front of us. "I need to go get Sam and Grant now. Then we can have dinner and get you all settled into rooms. If you boys want to wash and clean up you can use any bathroom in any bedroom. I shouldn't be gone more than an hour. I'll leave Clayton here to protect you, David. David? David?" I was staring at perfection. I knew that Clayton was well built because of the tailored clothes he wore, but I wasn't prepared for this. He was tan; he was buffed; he was eye candy of the most decadent kind. His neck was muscled and led to great, broad shoulders with deep definition around his neck. His arms were bulges with some veins showing like they were creases in a shirt. His chest was slightly hairy but his pecks were so right and compact, yet formed. Wow! He was ripped in front with an eight pack to slobber over. His sides started broad above and cut down to his hips to form that valley that became the bottom of the 'V' that formed his crotch. He was soft but even his cock, just laying there at the center of all that perfection, was so wonderful. It was like it held everything in perspective. It wasn't lost in a lot of pubic forest; just a light smattering to accent his endowment, as if he needed help. And there was more! I'll have to say that Dustin was wondering why his legs were getting pushed farther apart as I took in Clayton's anatomy. His legs weren't those huge, gross things. They were sculpted of marble and held up by equally great feet. I wanted to touch every part to find all the parts that couldn't possibly be real and that perfect. "You wanta join us back here on earth, David, anytime soon?" That sounded like Russ. "Huh? Oh, uh, sorry I was just...." Three sets of giggles. "Yeah, we all know what you were doin'. Never saw a naked stud before?" "I uh, I, well, to be honest, I've never had the opportunity to admire someone so perfect without the fear of being beat up. I don't think I even considered it before I came, uh, to Euphoria, that is." "I was sayin' before you started droolin' on yourself that I shouldn't be gone more than an hour and that I'd leave Clayton here to protect you." Just then I felt Dustin grab between his legs. It could well have been because I was poking him in the chin, I felt so hard. '"Yipes!" That got a laugh from Dustin and a wink from Clayton. Oh, I felt safe with this crew. We all looked at Petey. He was oblivious to Russ' joke about Unca Clayton protecting me and just gave us all a wonderful smile when he saw us all looking. He must have been embarrassed because he grabbed for my neck and hung on. "Okay, Russ," I croaked, making two boys laugh and Petey let go some. "We'll start dinner if you tell us what's what." "No need boys. Sam has something he wants to cook us. I guess he's quite the cook. But you need to dress some. At least pull on some shorts. I like looking at ya' all, and I know Grant doesn't much like clothes but we've got Sam to consider. This is all new to him and it isn't fair to freak him out on the first few days of his new life." "Okay, Boys!" I shouted. "Let's go find us a big ol' bath tub and get us clean." "Yeah!" "Oh boy!" "Let's go!" They were running and jumping around like the little kids they were. Man! I wish I had half the energy of one of them. Russ pulled Clayton over to him and said something to which Clayton nodded, winked at me and called to gather up the guys. "Okay, guys. Grampa Russ says down two floors is the biggest, bestest bathtub ever and if we don't start filling it now it won't be ready till you get back from college!" To which both boys said, "Huh?" And Petey filled in, "Why we goin' to college? Weeze just little farts, huh Dustin?" That turned our heads and had Dustin laughing at his brother as he took his hand to follow Clayton. Then Petey turned and stopped and pulled on Dustin to stop him. "Hey, David. You comin'? We want to have more fun with you too, 'kay?" I turned and started to walk toward them and tell them I was coming too, when Russ put his hand on my shoulder and said to them, "Boys. David's comin' right along. You help Clayton get the water started. I need to talk to him, okay?" They just shrugged their shoulders and disappeared down the stairs with Clayton leading the way. Of course, I turned to Russ to find out what was up. "What goin' on, big guy? Nothing's wrong I hope." I'd swung around toward him and put my hands on his bare shoulders. I couldn't get over how fit he was. He didn't look sixty, let alone seventy-three. My father was thin and naturally well built but I don't think he could have kept up with Russ. "Well, son, that's what I wanted to ask you. You probably figured it out by now. That stud that just left here did more than just talk while we were downstairs." I know you think this is dumb sounding, but my brain went right to that lick 'that stud' Petey gave me and all I could think of was 'how on earth could Russ have known that?' "Russ, we were just sitting here, honest. The boys were pretty frisky but Petey was asleep most of the time and Dustin just wanted to squeeze my, uh, I mean, sit down on my, oh, uh.... Shit! We just got comfortable and sat with each other. It was warm and wonderful..." See, I should have known about half way through that song and dance that it wasn't even close to what Russ was talking about. His eyes started twitching or something and his mouth was open in the middle of trying to stop me, until he must have realized that no one makes up this kind of stuff and had to hear me through. At least I was guessing that was in his head. "Boy, without a doubt, you are one weird, sexy, naked stud. But I'll have to admit, I love ya. I just didn't want you to go gettin' jealous on me. I know you think something happened down there and...." He got this dreamy look on his face, remembering only a few minutes before. "And, well..." He kind of shook his head to get back on track and said, "Oh, hell! It did! We did! I just don't want you to think less of me or that I don't love ya' anymore. Shit boy, I couldn't love ya' anymore than I do already." I had to chuckle. "Russ, I know that. I'm the one that sent him down there with you. You think I couldn't see lust all over Clayton's face? He practically told us, no, he did tell us in the hospital that he liked older men. And I really wanted you to experience, well, experience." "Yeah, but...you and I...we..." "Love each other very much and I hope there will be plenty of wonderful ways we can show each other. Russ, you are an amazing, amazing man. I just knew you deserved the world. Now, if I'd known the world looked that fantastic, I might have gone with you two." Russ was smiling and nodding. He was so cute and shy, almost. "What'd he do?" 'Well...No, no. I'm not gettin' myself deeper into this hole." And I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him. "Now, wait. It was hardly..." "I'll bet it was. Hard and hearty." I repeated the eyebrow thing. "Okay, you scallywag, I haven't got a clue what all happened down there but I do know a new favorite food of mine." And then the butt did the eyebrow thing to me! "And all while I was busy up here, babysitting," I said with as much indignance as I could muster without laughing. "Right! I'm surprised there's anything left of ya. They are feisty little creatures." "Oh, God, Russ. You don't know how close they came. We've either got to find them some damn good coloring books or cages. Their idea of play is a threesome. They scare me." "David. They're just little boys. Besides, when Grant gets up here, they'll have plenty to do." "Oh my God! My poor little innocent Grant. Eaten alive by two over-sexed kindergartners. He doesn't stand a chance!" NTLFG - The End of Chapter Eight To be continued - maybe. If no one is reading it, I'll just keep writing it for me. What do you think? Comments on the story are appreciated. Thank you. I'm Matthew Templar at matemp1148@yahoo.com