Date: Tue, 20 Apr 2004 01:42:47 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CHAUNCEY'S CHEEKY CHUMS (INSTALLMENT 4)

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Chauncey felt in many ways like he was spiraling out of control.  He
genuinely loved his little grand-nephews and in his heart of hearts he knew
that he would never want to do anything that in any way would hurt them.
Yet somehow he found himself of late completely obsessed with the bottoms
of young little boys; and happily so.  He recalled how jeering neighbors in
his youth would at block parties mock "the neighborhood perv".  Well, in
his mind, he separated himself from the category of "perv".  He preferred
to think of himself as simply a quaint little man who at times found his
life to be very lonely and empty and chose to fill the void with sweet
little rears of adorable little boys.  Was it lust, was it passion, was it
desire gone astray?  Frankly, as to this, Chauncey could not say.

Chauncey was gently bathing Frederick with the still-warm soapy washcloth;
and though he did not realize it was humming a bit of an Irish lullaby as
he did so, a tune that his mother used to sing to him.  Kendrick's
splashing broke Chauncey from his most recent reverie; and Chauncey,
kneeling on the cushioned pad near the tub, quickly took in that he was now
completely drenched from head to toe.  Kendrick began to laugh; and his
brothers joined in on the merriment.

"Oh, so you think that's funny, don't you?  Well, my cheeky little ones,
Uncle Chauncey here certainly can take a joke.  But bear in mind this: I
often get the last laugh.  Fortunately, for you, I am in quite a good mood
today; and since you are all so very cute, I think I will forgive you for
having your bit of fun here, though it be it seems at my expense."

The little ones just stared at their uncle as a curiosity.  Not knowing
what to make of his little speech and yet at the same time deeply relieved
they were not in any trouble for their mirth, the brothers became silent
and just looked at their uncle as if they were seeing someone they really
did not recognize from before.

Chauncey, now realizing that, though inadvertently, he may have indeed
scared the three little brothers, immediately softened his tone: "There,
there, I am not angry, my cheeky little ones, don't be afraid."  He made a
point of slapping a big smile on his face; and smiled away at his three
precious angels.  The kids truly adored their uncle, so, without any
hesitation, they smiled right back.  As the kids played with their teeny
boats, their uncle began to more thoroughly wash their necks, shoulders,
arms, and tummies.  A sense of peace was in the air; and the uncle was
deriving great pleasure from this special private time with his three
little blessings.

Yet, as he had each of the boys take their turns standing up in the water
so that he could soap down their backs, etc., something within Chauncey was
once again resurfacing; and, realizing this, he took some care not to make
the change in him too obvious and risk scaring his shiny, little guests.

Chauncey marvelled at the delightfully appealing and yet completely
innocent splendor of his nephews' fine boy forms.  But it was more than
splendor, in his mind, that he was taking in.  Everything involved with
bathing these boys was a sensual experience to him.  Most of all, as he
glided the washcloth down Frederick's back, he could not help but notice
the baby softness of his skin as his moving fingertips touched it.  He
guessed to himself that the other two, being identical, must be extremely
soft as well.  Though he began to rejoice deep inside, realizing that there
certainly was no shortage of time for him to find out for sure.  Using the
washcloth though, he discovered, was certainly good for some things, though
admittedly not as good for others.

So Chauncey got down to business.  He cast the washcloth aside, placing it
on a surface edge of the tub that was in the corner and out of the way.
Then he gripped the bar of soap, a mild hypoallergenic one suitable for
children, and, turning Frederick a bit more so that his buttocks were
aligned with the tip of the nose of the youngsters' uncle, began earnestly
soaping each of his buns.  In between the soaping, he cupped each of the
buns in his hands, gently squeezing the same; and also he would use his
fingertips and palms to caress and massage each of the buns.  Just once he
allowed his soapy index finger to slip into the crack dividing these
splendid cheeks.  Though he did the above with marked precision, he was
always gentle, loving, and tender in his touch; and took great care not to
in any way cause pain or discomfort to the sweet tyke.

Chauncey suddenly began to realize that he felt very uncomfortable in his
still-soaked boxer shorts.  With the air-conditioning in the unit still on
full blast, he was afraid of getting sick.  Plus he knew very well the
inherent dangers of just leaving young ones alone in a tub, especially in a
tub of water.  Thus, after rinsing off Frederick with a small pitcher of
water, he stood up, pulled his boxers completely down to his ankles and
stepped out of them; and then hastily chucked the garment aside so that it
ended up landing on top of the hamper.

"Come on, little ones, it's just me still.  Young ones, really, your eyes
widening like that is quite uncalled for, we are all men here after all.
And, besides, your Uncle Chauncey here must stay well so that he can take
good care of you."

Chauncey simply enjoyed the feeling of freedom, of liberation, he was
experiencing while being nude, totally and unapologetically nude, right in
front of his young nephews.  Yes, he sort of was guessing that these young
ones had not in their brief lives been exposed to much, if any, adult male
nudity.  He was about to kneel once again on the cushioned rectangle of
foam near the tub when suddenly he thought that he wanted to see himself,
see himself in the mirror in all his glory.  Well, just a peek would not
hurt, he reasoned.

As Chauncey stared at his reflection in the mirror, he was genuinely
pleased to see the soft delicately-contoured four-inch member that dangled
between his loins and the moderately-sized low-hanging balls that
accompanied them.  He felt proud of his "manhood", such as it was; and,
though he did not intend for anything to happen, as the image of him
cupping the baby soft ass cheek of his own little grand-nephew came to
mind, his flaccid cock pulsated just slightly now and he could feel himself
getting semi-hard.  Well, not really having the time to dwell on his
changing form, he hastily resumed his kneeling position on the pad; and
turned his attention to the two nephews that had not yet had their rears
bathed.  Though he knew that he was an older gent now, he still secretly
hoped that these cheeky ones would somehow remain in his care; and felt
such joy inside just knowing that they were in some way now his, that is,
his to lick and his to love.