Date: Thu, 15 Apr 2004 00:09:14 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CHAUNCEY'S CHEEKY CHUMS (INSTALLMENT 3)

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Chauncey, now endowed with his own at-home group of "cheeky-chum" triplet
nephews, knew that in order to as planned...uhm..."make the most of
things", he would have to enlist some help.  The only individual that
readily came to mind was a sweet petite neighbor lady, a recent widow and
grandmother of three who insisted being called Julia by all.  Interestingly
enough, Julia had once accompanied Chauncey to a local film festival; and
the two shared a most delightful evening together.  Yet the romance was
short-lived, in large part because Julia was still mourning a departed
husband whose "shoes" in her mind could not be easily filled.

Chauncey knew that giving up his work at the library was not something that
had any appeal to him right now.  He also knew that the amount of care
these three young boys needed would be very taxing to him.  So he made a
mid-morning call to his neighbor; and was pleased that she was more than
willing to pitch in with the care for the boys.  Actually, it worked out
well for Julia, who missed seeing her grandchildren living up North.

When his nephews awakened, they were very rambunctious; and were pouncing
up and down on the sleeper as if it were a trampoline.  Chauncey pleaded
with them to stop at once.  But of course kids being kids, they often have
a mind of their own.  Eventually their grand-uncle did get the three to
stop their incessant jumping.  Of course, he knew that patience was the way
with these young ones.  Very similar in his perspective to the patience he
was showing in terms of waiting for just the right moment to have his warm
little hands on their hot little bottoms.

Kendrick got back on the sleeper and began jumping up and down on it once
again.  Chauncey, realizing that Kendrick was ignoring his direction to
stop, came over to him and placed his hand gently on the boy's crown.  Very
softly he stated: "Stop that at once, stop that at once."  Yet, Kendrick,
who at times had a mischievous side, obstinately continued, shouting: "No!
No!  I wanna play!!"

Chauncey gently stroked Kendrick's hair, though this was not easy at all
with the child still in motion.  This time he said firmly: "Stop it, stop
what you are doing at once; and don't be cheeky with me, little one.  I
will take no lip from you or your brothers."  It is hard to say what
exactly it was that did the trick, but something in Chauncey's manner
certainly had grabbed the tyke's attention; and so he did ultimately halt
his folly.  After preparing breakfast for them, nothing extravagant, just
juice, cold cereal, omelettes, and English muffins, Chauncey eagerly went
about preparing the tub for the children's bath.

Chauncey looked to see whether the nanny had packed in the bag she left
with him any of the children's toys.  Sure enough, there were three plastic
sailboat toys, the favorites apparently of the kids for their baths.  After
running the water and filling the tub with lukewarm water halfway, the
little man took the tiny boats and proudly set them afloat.  Now it was
time to get the tots ready.  As he thought of their delicious bottoms,
which he had made it a point to gaze upon in the cloak of darkness, he
could not help but feel a movement of his cock in his boxers.  That
reminded Chauncey: These kids will, as most do, probably splash the water
about.  So, to avoid getting soaked, he stripped down to his boxers.

Taking a brief peek in the mirror before heading back out to the living
room, Chauncey was overall pleased with what he saw.  Yes, he realized of
course that he was no Tom Selleck, by any means, at present.  Those days in
his youth of dash and panache were admittedly long gone.  In his early
sixties now, when he usually looked in the mirror, he would see looking
back at himself a quiet, somber, tired-looking man with little spark in his
eyes.  Not this time, however, this time it was very different: This time,
while taking a quick look at himself in the mirror, he saw a sexy
grandfatherly type with a bit of a sagging chest, yes, but good posture,
high spirits, and great energy.  Though no more than about five feet three
inches, he stood with great presence and great pride and had a noticeable
endearig gleam in his eyes.  Chauncey winked at his image in the mirror, as
if he were reuniting with an old long-lost friend.

When he brought the triplets in to the bathroom, the three just stood there
shyly and quietly.  Suddenly, it occurred to Chauncey what the problem was.
The usually timid little man realized that these young ones have just gone
through some unexpected upheaval and are not quite yet used to their new
surroundings.  He thought back for what baths were like for him as a tot,
how he most definitely enjoyed them once he was in but often fought tooth
and nail with his mom about having to take them.

"Come on, little ones.  Younglings, I will have none of this shyness
nonsense.  Really, it is quite uncalled or, we are all men here.  Let me
help you disrobe."  Chauncey methodically removed the pajama tops and
bottoms from Kendrick, Cedrick, and Frederick.  As he placed the three in
the tub, he could not help but smile at their fine boy forms.  Just before
setting each down into the water, he gave each of their bottoms a gentle
caress.  Chauncey gave his lips several licks, very much looking forward to
the actual bathing of these shiny boys.  He could not get over just how
lovable these three undoubtedly are and would always be; and he was
joyously absorbing that there was so much to lick and to love.

Chauncey had a special treat in store for the children in the kitchen, a
reward in effect for them being good during their bath.  For now though, he
was very much focused on the "treat" at hand.  He carefully soaped up the
washcloth and began bathing Frederick, as Cedrick and Kendrick looked on
smiling and pushing their boats.  At times, he was deep in reverie; and his
thoughts would turn to his "chums" from the children's section of the
library.  Secretly he hoped that he could have Bradley and David over for a
sleepover; and have a bit of fun bathing them too and enjoying the splendor
of their delightful rears.  Still, he knew that he truly was thrice-blessed
with the beautiful bottoms he once again had before him, bottoms he
fantasized about during his sleep; and, in some ways, pardon the pun, he
certainly did now have his hands full.