Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 17:46:41 -0500 From: Rhaven Subject: Path of Angels Chapter Seven This story contains Man/Boy situations. This is a work of pure fiction, words on a page, nothing more than fictional fancy. If you like this story please check out www.rhavenlore.com for more. The Path of Angels By RHAVEN CHAPTER SEVEN Sandy didn't have to be told it was as Jaron had put it 'Naked Day. He removed his speedo and sat down on my stomach. "You've been busy today." I said putting my hand on his knee. "Yeah. sorry again about ." He stopped and smiled at the other boys. "Well you know." "That's all right, maybe tomorrow?" I whispered. "Maybe. I hope." He said with a glorious smile. "Sandy I was here before you." Rudy groaned. Something I thought would never happen to me, boys fighting to sit in my lap. "I can't stay long; Rudy is it okay if I sit here until I leave?" Sandy said nicely. "Okay, but I'm next after you leave." Rudy said more to the twins than to Sandy. "What are you up to, Sandy?" I had to ask. Sandy lay down across me, so that we were face to face. My hands instantly went to his butt. "It's a secret. but a good secret." He said with his lips only inches from mine, his breath warmed me. "Dang, I lost my spot." Jaron said as he returned. "I should have called 'shotgun'." He laughed and sat between the twins and was instantly attacked, with pinches and giggles. "I should tell you and all of you." I directed this to everyone. "I love you. I love you guys." It felt wrong for me to say this only to Sandy. I loved them all equally, with perhaps a bit more for Sandy. However, I would never tell them that, I wouldn't even tell Sandy. Not that he would abuse this knowledge, but it might make him feel bad for his friends. "I . we love you too Daniel." Sandy said and then kissed me. We kissed and kissed, my hands squeezing his buttocks, until at last we parted. "Tomorrow. Daniel. tomorrow." Was all Sandy said. He got off me and picked up his speedo. "Got to go, see you later. guys, don't keep Daniel up all night, okay?" "We won't." Rudy said happily and he crawled on top of me. I just didn 't understand why Sandy always had to leave, of all the boys, I could have spend days with him alone, together. However, Sandy and his secret project made that impossible. I could only hope that he would reappear later tonight. Rudy curled up into a ball across my stomach and chest. I rubbed his back and butt for a while, until I became so lazy I had a hard time keeping my eyes open. "Anyone want supper?" I asked, hoping that a meal would wake me up. Of course, there were no objections to eating, so the group headed to the kitchen. The twins must have been feeling ignored, for they clung to me like glue as we prepared sandwiches. It was a surreal experience working in the kitchen with twins stuck to my sides and holding onto my penis as if it was a security blanket. Thankfully Jaron helped in making the meal or else it would have taken me hours. With brothers clinging to my penis, I had to take baby steps to get from the counter to the refrigerator. I wasn't sure they would release me to eat, but perhaps hunger was stronger than the urge to cling to me. I'm sure there are people who grow accustom to nudity, like a banker to money, after a while, it's only paper. But for me, every few seconds I would stop what I was doing and look around me at all the natural beauty. The nude body is underrated; it is seen by some as obscene and forbidden. It should be looked at as we gaze upon a landscape or sunset. It is this creation of bone and skin, its smooth curves and bends, that out does any mountain range or ocean view in its pure exquisiteness. Maybe that was why I became an artist; I was one of the few who could see this beauty. We finished our sandwiches and went back to the living room to watch another movie. It had been decided, with a lot of arguing, that Rudy would pick the next movie. I lay on the floor with the twin, giving the couch to Rudy and Jaron. I lay on my stomach, propping my head up with my arms. Edwin climbed on my back and Edgar squeezed himself next to me. The movie Rudy chose was E.T., which seemed to please everyone. The movie had only just begun when Edwin slipped down my back silently. I felt his erection slide between my butt cheeks and the boy pumping his hips. Now there wasn't any penetration, it was more like a boyish hot dog in a bun. No one else seemed to notice what Edwin was doing, if Edgar had known, he would have insisted in joining his brother. At a few minutes of the boy humping me, with me trying not to laugh at the hilarity of the scene, I felt the warm flow of cum ooze down my crack. "I'll be right back." I excused myself quietly; Edwin gave me a blushing grin as I rushed myself to the bathroom to clean up. Upon my return, I found the twins snuggling together and whispering. Obviously, Edwin was sharing his experience with his brother. I shook my head at the thought that Edgar would now want to try humping me. I glanced over at Jaron and Rudy, who were wrapped together on the couch, Rudy appearing to be asleep. Not wanting to disturb them, I laid back down on the floor. I wasn't surprised when the twins snuggled up to me, each on either side. I was thankful that Edgar did repeat his brother's adventure, not that it wasn't enjoyable, I was just tired of running to the bathroom to clean up. Rudy woke up just as the movie ended; he moaned loudly and slapped Jaron. "Why didn't you wake me up. I wanted to see E.T." "Sorry." Jaron laughed and jokingly slapped Rudy back. "Another movie?" Edwin asked me. I looked out the window to see it was night. "Why don't we call it a night?" I said to a chorus of disappointed moans. I rolled my eyes and sat up. I had to remind myself who the adult was here, it would be too easy for me to give in to their disappointed looks. "Can we tell scary stories?" Jaron said suddenly. "We could go to the bedroom and turn off all the lights. so it's real dark. that would be cool!" The boys begged for the idea, once again my eyes rolled, but I agreed. I was the last one to make it to the bedroom; the boys had ran with the speed of excitement. I climbed into bed, sitting on the pillows with the boys in a circle around me. Apparently it was my responsibility to tell the 'scary stories', for all eyes were eagerly staring at me. Bad decision on the boys' part, I considered myself an expert on ghost stories. At one time, I had been a fanatic on learning everything I could on hauntings. I read everything book I could about ghosts, poltergeist and haunts. "There was this couple, David and Nicole. All they wanted was to have a perfect life and a perfect home.." I began, using my deep voice to create the eerie mood of the story. I did my job well. too well. My story of David and Nicole was so successful, the boys begged me not to tell another story. "All right, time to get some sleep then." I ordered and was amazed that no one disagreed or argued. On my left, the twins snuggled up to each other, with Jaron and Rudy to my right. I had boy's hands all over me, feeling like a favored toy I closed my eyes. I didn't sleep, in fact I had no plans on sleeping. I waited patiently until I knew all the boys were slumbering and then slipped off the bed. I had work to do, since Jaron had opened my eyes to my art, it was all I could think about. I found my supplies and the largest canvas Kathy had left for me. I set up the easel in the living room and grabbed a charcoal pencil. I didn't need to draw up ideas for the painting, I already knew what it would be. I easily sketched the outline of my idea, the pencil feeling more like an appendage of my body. When I draw, the charcoal line has texture, curves and weight to me; it isn't a 2 dimensional line, but a physical object with depth and warmth. I drew the scene with absolute detail, taking my time to pull from my mind the feelings and smells to inspire me. "You're still up?" Sandy said tiptoeing into the cabin. "Sandy!" I burst into a huge smile. I looked over at the clock to see it was 2 am in the morning; hours had passed instantly while I was mesmerized in my art. "What are you doing here so late?" "Fell asleep while I was working on. I fell asleep." He said almost blushing. "You're painting again?" He said excitedly. "Yes. I'm almost finished sketching it out. I'll wait for tomorrow to start actually painting." "I read that you didn't paint any longer." He joined me in front of the canvas and grinned. "You sure know a lot about me." I said jokingly, though felt a ping of fear, wondering how much he really knew. "When Dr. Coyer took us to see your exhibit at Madre's Art Gallery, I. I fell in love with. your art." The mention of Madre's made my heart skip a beat. "Did you know there are websites just for you on the internet?" Sandy hugged my arm. "I heard there was." I said innocently, not willing to tell Sandy I had searched out the sites. "I'm glad you're painting again." The boy said so kindly, that I had to sniff back my tears. His voice was filled with such honesty and sincerity; it struck me deep into my soul. He was truthfully 'glad' for me. "Sandy. I've missed you." I said quietly. "I wish we could spend a little more time together." "I'm sorry Daniel. I'm almost finished. finished with what I've been working on. We can spend all the time you want now." He squeezed my arm tighter. "Halleluiah." I cheered and pulled Sandy into a hug. I ran my fingers through his long shaggy hair and saw him yawn lazily. "My bed is full, would you mind sharing the couch with me?" "Sounds good to me." He giggled and slipped out of his speedo as we stretch out onto the couch. We were stomach to stomach, Sandy giving me gentle kisses. He suddenly stopped and started running his hand over my face. His fingers ran the length of the scar on my forehead. "Does it still hurt?" He asked as he delicately touched the scar. "Only once in a while. I get headaches from it. Do you know how I got the scar?" I had to ask. "Yeah. I read about the tornado on one of your websites." Sandy moved his hands to my cheeks. "I'm sorry about what happened to Zachary." My soul screamed, but outwardly, I only nodded. "You. you loved him very much didn't you?" Sandy asked quietly. "I did." Was all that my voice would allow me to say. That had been the question wrecking my life. I had loved him, but in those last minutes, that love was tarnished by my arrogance. I was a bastard, who yelled at a boy for defending himself, in those dark last minutes, I had failed him. His last memory of me was of my anger. "Zach was a special boy." I started to say, trying to find word to describe my feelings. "He deserved a longer life than he was given. I felt like my life had ended with his." "But your life now? Do you still feel that way?" Sandy asked almost in a panic. I kissed his nose and smiled. "I'm not the same person anymore. I'm seeing the world differently now. Hell I'm painting again, that's a good sign. I'm not worry about fame and glory anymore, I just want to be Daniel Caruso." I was suddenly hit with the realization that I hadn't talked about this to anyone. It was so easy to telling this to Sandy, maybe that is why the boy owned my heart. "So fame isn't that important now?" Sandy asked, his hands how fiddling with my hair. "Not anymore. I just live now. whatever that means." I laughed. Sandy smiled and kissed me once more before resting his head on my shoulder, apparently hearing everything he needed. I rubbed his back and butt; I couldn't keep my hands off his ass, even if I wanted too. Finally, Sandy's breathing changed to deep soothing breaths and I knew he had fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and quickly joined him in slumber land. I opened my eyes, inhaled deeply at the morning air. I looked over at my canvas and grinned. It was time to start painting. I carefully freed myself from Sandy's sleeping body and tiptoed to my room. The four boys on my bed where a wreck of twisted limbs and bodies as they slept. I found my shorts and a t-shirt and dressed in the kitchen. Quietly I started painting. I knew that once the boys started waking up, I'd have to stop, but that was all right. I didn't want to rush this painting, I wanted to savor each stroke, each new color I added. I wanted this painting to be absorbed into my spirit and soul. It was after all my return to the arts, my return to my life. No, not my old life, this was the creation of my new life. I didn't want to be that man I was, before the accident, I wanted to be the man these boys saw in me. Rudy was the first to awake; I hadn't noticed his arrival in the living room until I felt him hug my waist. "Good morning." The still nude boy said. "Good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?" "I missed you last night. didn't you sleep?" He asked wrinkling his brow with concern. I pointed to Sandy. "We shared the couch." "Oh, good." Rudy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the canvas. "Could you show me how to paint sometime?" "I should could. I hear you're an excellent artist." Rudy blushed and giggled. "I'm not that good. but I really want to learn." I cleaned off my brush and put away my paints. I had painted enough for the moment, time to be with the boys now. It's funny, in my old life, I would have thrown a fit in being disturbed while painting. Now I only found happiness in stopping and turning my attention to this wonderful child. "Jaron said." Rudy started by quickly closed his mouth as if too embarrassed to continue. "Jaron said, what?" I encouraged. "Could we have a bath. before anyone else gets up?" He asked nervously. "A bath, huh? Okay, let's take a bath." Once again, I sat in the tub, this time with Rudy between my legs. That feeling of caregiver returned to me as I washed the boy. Sandy appeared and stretched out his arms with a relaxing moan. "Good morning." He said as he climbed into the tub behind me. "Did you sleep okay?" I asked as Sandy rested against my back, wrapping his arms around my waist. "I slept great." He sighed. I returned to my duties in washing Rudy, soaping up his back as Sandy lazily leaned into me. Ain't life good?