Date: Thu, 8 Apr 2004 01:37:38 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CHAUNCEY'S CHEEKY CHUMS (Installment 2)

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Chauncey, with his hands securely placed on the waistband of the nephew
closest to him knew on some level that he should stop what he was doing and
about to do immediately.  Yet, as any recovering alcoholic will tell you,
wanting to stop and stopping are like night and day.  Anyway, Chauncey, in
his mind, meant no harm.  He just wanted to satisfy his curiosity as to the
"cabooses" of his four-year-old houseguests looked just as delicious as
those of his newly-made "chums", two little boys, at his brand new post at
the children's section of the local library.  He figured: What can be the
harm in just looking?  He even, semi-humorously, thought to himself about
Mama's rule set for himself while growing up: "You may look but not touch."
The light was ample, as beams of light from the streetlights near a fire
station in the area of his development provided at least some illumination
even at this ungodly hour.  Chauncey felt a bit jumpy, so he decided that
to save time and minimize the risk, he would pull all three pairs of pajama
bottoms down right away, rather than taking intervals in between the
undressing to scan each of the rears separately.

Yes, it was strangely methodical, to say the least.  But it was exactly
this type of precision and organization that made Chauncey the huge success
he was as a school psychologist frequently working with very young
children.

Chauncey had to reach under the nephew's hip, as like his brothers serenely
sleeping adjacent to him in the sleeper, he was lying in blissful sleep on
his side.  Still, he was very determined to succeed; and with one clean
crisp though relatively slow movement, he had the first one's pajama
bottoms down to just slightly above his knees.  He repeated the pajama
bottom semi-removal for the remaining two of his beautiful young nephews.
He liked the beatific facial expressions of the three triplets as they
slept there without a care in the world, or, so to him it seemed.  He
wanted to kiss each of them, to deeply inhale the sweet scent of their
baby-like breath.  Of course he dared not risk that, as he would most
certainly awaken them; and right now his mind was very much on their young
asses.

Chauncey, never one to shun hard work, saw immediately the fruit of his
efforts; and was literally beaming as he took it all in.  Now sitting with
his legs crossed, Indian style, so to speak, in between Frederick and
Kendrick, or at least so he believed (never being particularly good in
telling the three apart), he greatly admired the fine "masterpieces" before
him.  His cock throbbed just slightly more now, as he was absorbing the
subtle distinctions between each rear.

Though he was not sure exactly when this information would come in handy,
he keenly observed that, though identical genetically, these three had
noticeable differences in their derrieres: One had two curvaceous ample
mounds with dimples, one on each side of the crack, and a pure ivory tone
and shiny gloss as to skin.  The one in the middle had pretty small ass
cheeks but much more muscular definition in the lower ears just near the
crack and a healthy slightly pinkish hue as if from blushing.  Yet it was
the one on the end that in Chauncey's mind really won things hands down.

The quintessential bubble butt rear of the triplet furthest away caused all
kinds of thoughts to go through Chauncey's mind.  The roundness, the
plumpness of each of the cheeks, the inviting highly embedded crack very
much reminiscent of a big bosom with striking cleavage, the delicacy of
loose folds of skin just under each of them, were almost sufficient to send
a slightly wet Chauncey completely over the edge.  Then, as Chauncey was
just getting ready to pull up the bottoms of the sleeping tots, he noticed
something unusual as to the last one.

Chauncey noticed that the lad had a very red irritation in the area
immediate to his ass crack.  "An irritation!  Jackpot!!", he immediately
thought to himself.  He knew very well that he now would have an "alibi"
for touching at least one of the triplets' butts.  Aloe lotion, maybe some
talc powder or Gold bond powder as well, maybe even some ointment,
prescription or otherwise, would be just the thing.  All of these
alternatives flew through his mind as he was beginning more and more to
look forward to the "fun" he could now have with these three blessings
unexpectedly bestowed upon him.

Chauncey was panting heavily and sweating profusely, almost like a bitch in
heat.  He wanted to know if the majestic mounds before him would jiggle a
bit from vibration, so he lightly blew on each of the ass cheeks; and,
then, just before pulling up the bottoms and adjusting the covers as they
were before he joined them, he bent over and sniffed each of the ass
cracks, each time inhaling deeply their slightly musky scents.

Chauncey felt a bit disappointed.  He really wanted to lick with the tip of
his tongue each of the splendid ass cheeks so innocently in his view.
However, he understood that good things come to those who wait; and, so,
now back in bed, he could not help but think that he must really get on the
ball for the care of these tykes.  Suddenly, he realized that this meant
dressing and undressing and bathing these young ones, these angels.  He
decided that he would give these precious prodigies thrice-daily baths,
needed or not; and there was something within him, something he just was
not in control over, that made him want, truly desire, to have his warm
little hands on their hot little bottoms as much as possible.

Chauncey wondered, in half-jest, if all of this was what that helpful
neighbor had in mind when she so persuasively recommended that he should do
what he enjoys and, whatever that may be, make the most of things.  Well,
though the triplets' future was undeniably a bit murky right now, with the
untimely loss of a family member caring for them, one thing was one hundred
percent certain: Chauncey here, now graced with his own at-home group of
"cheeky chums", most definitely intended, to...uhm..."make the most of
things".