Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2007 21:37:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Gift to Give - Chapter 2

	My gift, the following tale, to those that have shown their
appreciation for my other story, is certainly a work of fiction.  Even if
the manuscripts (unearthed long ago, translated and sent to me by a great
uncle) from which this story could have been taken, were true, it would
still be impossible to believe.
	As a gift to you, it is yours to do as you please.  But, let me
know if you enjoy it.
	My very good friend, and who is high on my list of those to whom
this is a gift, Dwight Wilson, has shown me up again by his quality of
editing.  I am blessed, and the story is better because of him.  Please
check out two fine works of art by him.  Read 'New Horizon's' in
'Authority' (though it is about the saving of those young one's oppressed
by authority) and Brad's Idol', in 'Adult/Youth'; the life and love of a
boy learning . . . well, you see.


	This work is dedicated to those who, having enjoyed the story they
just read here in Nifty, responded by telling the author.  We all
appreciate the feedback.  Thank you!
			Matthew Templar

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 	The Fifth Chapter - He Was Closer To Danger Than To His Quest

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	"Clothes, idiot!  For you and he.  Cover yourselves or you'll both
be devoured by the warriors before you even see the stables."  And, so
saying, she turned back, shaking her head and grabbing the shirts she had
brought with her.  He had no other recourse but to return, hoping she would
not lash out at his stupid error.  His time with his small companion was so
complete, so perfect that clothes were of no concern to him; or at least,
not until they stood before the masters naked!

	As ArAd grabbed the clothes, she grabbed him by both arms and shook
him.  He knew he would be beaten.

	"Listen and listen good, you no good nephew of mine," she said
directly into his face as he cringed to take whatever punishment she would
lay on him.  "If a hair on him is out of place or if I hear that you took
even a breath longer than you need to deliver him, I will have your hide
for my next boots.  Do you understand?" she shouted.  He heard fear in her
voice or some such thing that made him look up at her.  "Protect him with
your life, my dear ArAd."  Her voice suddenly was that of another woman
that he knew not.  It was kind and almost pleading.  "He . . . he's a
special one, our wee boy there.  Take him to your heart and you will
prosper.  But guard him.  He has some reason for this quest deep in his
heart.  Our masters will know.  Be swift now."  She hugged a stunned ArAd
to her breasts and then flung him away from her.  "Get gone nave and be
quick," she barked, back in her true form and much to the relief of the
older boy who took the wee one and, after they had dressed, they walked
quickly and happily, hand in hand, to the far edge of the camp.

	They approached the stables to find the stable keepers busy
preparing three fine steeds for riding.  Two had finer blankets and reins
on them than either boy had ever seen.  The other horse was even more
beautiful, with a saddle unlike the kind that the warriors used.  It was
more for someone that might need to hold on, a lady perhaps.  These
thoughts pressed their way into ArAd's head until he slapped his head when
he realized that he would be on that horse.  It was his chance to proclaim
his worthiness to the whole of the encampment, but it would be humiliating
to have to sit in a lady's saddle, and with a small boy on his lap to add
to his grief.  He looked down to his ward, who held his hand as tightly as
he could.  He was open mouthed and staring at the fine animals in front of
them.

	"Hark, your horses are prepared and it looks as though your cargo
has arrived, good men," called one of the men who held steady the animals.
Out came two tall, handsome young men, each in fine clothes and with long
swords at their sides.  Instead of sandals, they wore boots fashioned of
fine leather almost to their knees.  Their tunics were what caught the eyes
of the boys next.  They were of a shiny material that must have taken years
to weave, so fine was the thread therein.  There were ties at their strong
shoulders that ended in fine gold tassels that sparkled at the ends with
small jewels.  While the material was not transparent, it left nothing to
the imaginations of the boys as it hung to every rise and fall of the
strong muscles within its confines.  It looked as though a strong wind
could take each tunic or a burst of rain could dissolve them.

	ArAd heard a gasp from the young one at his side just as he saw the
reason for such an outburst.  He looked up to see the men themselves.  The
two men were surely brothers and, what's more, identical twins.  Each had
the chiseled perfection in their faces that made ArAd want to swoon at
their beauty.  Each walked as the other in a gate that told of a man of
great confidence, though they looked quite young.  The boys could see their
muscles somewhat and knew that each was surely among the strongest men at
this camp.  Each was bronze toned by heritage with the same shaped beard of
black that was so perfectly trimmed so as to form a narrow line over their
lips, then go down and around sharp jaws to rise up and pass before their
ears.

	"Magnificent," whispered the older boy.  He was heard by the
nearest of the two grooms and was told to hold his tongue or loose it.

	"Again you go to our lords, fair Hami and Hesam.  What treasure are
they asking for now?"  The voice came from the tent that the two beautiful
men had just left.  There was laughing within as the other men thanked
Allah that they were not called before their masters in the main caravan,
many miles back, for this huge camp housed the men that made the way clear
and safe for those who came after them on this journey.

	"It is not so bad, you jackals," one of the brothers turned to call
back to the disrespectful men.  "After we have had our fill of the delights
of the lords' train, we will return to tell our stories again.  But you
will have dined on rabbit of the finest variety, if you can catch them, or
better, find them dead by the side of the road."  And the two handsome
twins laughed and patted each other on their asses, which seemed very
strange to ArAd.  He looked down to see a wisp of a smile on the face of
the younger boy.

	"Help the boys onto their mount, my friends.  We have miles to go
and want to avoid the heat.  Give them the bag of food and flask of wine.
They will be hungry for sure."  There was so much movement with the horses
moving as their riders approached them, and they were lifted to their
saddle, that the little one could not tell which of the beautiful men had
spoke, but he knew that the ride would be a new experience that he was
looking forward to.

	Each of the men came to either side of the boys' horse.

	"Present yourself, boy," said one, pointing to the older of the two
and trying to sound gruff.  The boy was confused by the request, being upon
a horse.  He began to pull up his shirt, to start his stripping as he had
grown accustomed, lately, to a somewhat similar request.  But the other
warrior shouted,

	"Not bare yourself, boy.  Tell us your name, your line."  The boy
lowered his tunic and blushed at his mistake.  It was one of the first
times that one of these types did not want him naked for their use and,
sometimes, abuse.

	"I'm am ArAd, an angels name, I am told, though I will soon prove
how it fits me not.  My father is dead and my mother sent me here with my
aunt who tends to the food you eat and other things, like the baths."  He
looked more embarrassed again for the words failed him.  He was a little
astonished that the ones that escaped his lips were all the truth; so rare
was that to happen anymore.  But he had changed some in a very few hours.

	"And your age then.  Quickly!"

	"Why, I am almost 16, kind sirs," he puffed up his chest to say,
and gave a pleasant smile.

	Both men burst forth with laughter.  Neither believed the boy,
though he was older than his ward, the wee one, who barely smiled at the
strange outburst.

	"Tell us your true age boy or you will have to slide off of this
gallant horse to find your ear in the sand."  And again they both laughed
at their teasing.  At least, the boy hoped they were kidding.

	"Oh sirs, but I am!  I am almost 15 years, which is so close to 16,
it barely matters of those few days, don't you think?"  He smiled, but not
with the same confidence he had before he could picture his ear being
stomped on the ground by this mighty steed.

	"Better boy. . . hah, ArAd!  And this slight boy in your arms, is
he of your line also?" Said the one on their right as he pointed to the
small one in ArAd's lap.  The boy did not know what was being said but he
was happy that he had deciphered that the name of ArAd had been attached to
his new friend.

	Oh, this one is the reason we go to see the lords.  He is to be
theirs from this point on.  He was just found, about to be kidnapped by a
band of thieves, on a dune out there, somewhere, this very night."  He
breathed deep and smiled.  Again, nothing was even colored in his speech.
He was awed that it would come out like that again.  But, as he gave the
speech, he made much of practically lifting the boy to either of the men,
presenting him for their perusal.  The youngest one was tickled by such
attention and came to smile some, though not as great as he had.

	Something made both men stand still as their mounts would allow.
They moved to meet in front of the two boys and spoke too softly for either
of the boys to hear.  They turned to look once more, then spoke again
before they turned fully to face the little horsemen.

	"We think that we will have a ride on our hands.  If there are
thieves out there we will go swiftly, but carefully.  Have you ever held a
sword to use in battle, ArAd?" said one, as the other rode to a rack next
to a large tent.
	"Well, sirs, I have held swords and I am . . . ."  Damn, he
thought.  "No.  I have held one once, but I . . .well, I dropped it before
I had a chance to swing it once."  He looked down in shame, but what he saw
was the little one bending to look up into his watering eyes, smiling a
cute smile that almost had ArAd giggling, despite his ineptness.

	Just then, a glint of shiny steel drew ArAd's attention until a
flat blade came under his head to gently raise his eyes to the bearer of
the sword.  The other brother had retrieved a small sword and had returned
to point it at the boy.  He was reconciled to his fate.  He'd had a good
life . . .

	A sweep of the sword in the air interrupted his thoughts and made
his eyes clamp shut.  He opened his eyes just enough to realize that his
head was not laying in the sand beneath their horse. The blade of the short
sword was in the palm of their protector, and the handle was closest to
him.

	"Take it, young ArAd.  I hope it will never come out of its
scabbard, but if need be, we know you will lay down your life to protect
one so important as this boy.  Be aware, and be ready.  You are now a
warrior and protector, even as Hesam and I, his brother, Hami, are his
protectors.  We leave now."  And at least two of the three horses did just
that.  The other was waiting for a kick from a boy whose mouth had dropped
open, still trying to comprehend the task of warrior and protector that was
just bestowed upon him.

	"ArAd!"

	"Oh, uh, coming sirs!  Yes, uh, surely coming this instant."

	The horse beneath them, having received barely a touch from the
novice, ArAd, sprinted out of the encampment and was soon catching the
other two horses; proud for the task they were to complete that night.

	Riding was not something either boy was used to, and it soon began
to take its toll on their bodies.  They were constantly bounced around and
made to hold on down steep dunes, then up again, until they were exhausted.
But a sense of good fortune captured the two young ones when ArAd hugged
his little one until he sat firmly into the older boy's lap.  This alone
made them sit just firm enough for their weight to make the ride
manageable.  So much so that ArAd let out a small laugh and hugged the boy
even closer.  The wee one sighed a sigh deep enough for ArAd to feel it and
become even happier.  They still bounced, for that was the way of a
horseman, but they were content with each other and even enjoyed the
feelings such movement afforded their young bodies.

	As time passed by they munched and drank, enjoying the fine cheese,
fruit and bread and a smooth, dry wine, the quality of which, neither had
ever enjoyed before.  The little one was excited, but at peace.  His
friend, in whose lap he was enjoying the closeness, held him with great
loving care, despite the hot pole that lay in the valley, between his two
cheeks.  To this thought he giggled to himself and nestled back farther,
eliciting a deep breath from ArAd.  Ha!  He had a name.  His eyes took in
the two great men who proudly, on their mighty horses, pranced before them,
ready to strike.

	On they rode until one man held his hand aloft and the other two
horses stopped with his.  The two men conferred for a moment and ArAd and
the one so small used the time to hug more and cuddle gently.  But, alas,
as one man rode on a bit and to one side, the other approached and said to
the older of the two boys,

	"Be on guard, young lover, for this night may be tainted by
someone's blood."  Saying this, he pointed to the sand in front of them and
they saw a wine flask much like the one in their possession, though this
one was shredded at one end.  The wee one gasped and pushed backward into
his older friend.

	"I will give my life gladly to protect this one, your lordship.  I
am his servant."  Though the youngest could not discern ArAd's words, he
felt the pride and love behind him.  He also thought that he understood a
few more of the words, having heard some repeated quite often.  His
thoughts were interrupted by a hearty laugh.

	"I would hope it will not come to giving so much, even for one so
beautiful as your lovely boy there, ArAd.  I, too, know how important it is
to protect the one you love."  And they all looked up at the sound of the
other horse's snort as the twin rode up to them.  ArAd noticed a slight
blush on the face of the man nearest him, as though he was caught in a
meaning that mattered greatly to him.  The man looked at ArAd and smiled
when he realized that ArAd knew of this man's meaning.  ArAd was fairly
beaming to know that two men could love each other so deeply.  He felt a
stirring under his young lover that made him know that it was the same
feeling for him and this one so young.

	They rode on then, and kept an open eye and two open ears each.

	The small boy, cradled close to his ArAd, was happy for this time
in his life.  So much had happened in the past few weeks.  He thought of
his mother and two sisters, but knew that his large friend said that they
would be well cared for.  He thought that maybe he might be able to visit
them, when he returned from his adventure.  The thought warmed him through
and he burrowed back into the warmth of his friend's body, giggling as he
felt himself being spread behind him as the ample appendage between his
friend's legs grew bigger.  What he had no way of comprehending was the
meaning of the comment from ArAd's aunt about his future as a slave to
these royal lords upon his arrival at their tents.

	His eyes took in the surroundings as they climbed a high dune.  It
seemed like there was a hint of gold in the sand, like it was coming alive.
Then, as they peaked the hill of sand, a glorious site was revealed before
him.  Behind the farthest hill some miles away, there was a strong glow of
yellow, much like when he was saved by the first horseman.  But this one
was at least two times, no three times, greater and stronger than the other
camp.  It must be as light as day there, he thought.  It excited him to see
such beauty in a barren, shriveled up place as this land seemed.

	No sooner had he and ArAd awed at the site, their goal, than they
almost fell down the other side of the hill, it was so steep.  They both
gasped and the little one twisted to hold his friend's arm around him
tighter than ever.  The little one set aside his fear to begin to enjoy the
sensation in his tummy from the fast movement.  Soon enough they reached
the bottom where there were huge rock formations and even some trees
scattered about.  The two brothers were wary of this place, so much the
better for an attack from their enemies.  They looked as one at the two
youngsters and back at each other.  Their grave looks gave the two boys no
assurance for their safety.

	The area was a mass of large boulders and huge rocks forming a
maze, almost, through the valley in which it lay.  Most of the rock
formations were higher than their heads, even astride their mounts.  The
two brothers were not at all pleased that they could not see far ahead or
to the sides to have some warning of an attack.  And then their greatest
fears materialized.

	From somewhere beyond where they slowly rode, they heard a loud
clash, like metal on hard rock.  They each bolted forward and disappeared
behind the formations of steep cliffs and rock formations.  ArAd placed one
hand on his sword and looked up for the way to proceed.  He had noticed
that the men had occasionally looked behind them as they rode, up at a
large star in the night's black sky.  By keeping it behind him, ArAd was
sure that they could stay on course to reach their destination.  The rocks
did not make it easy for the boy to keep this star in sight for too long.

	"Caution is the word tonight, my little loved one.  I will protect
you above my own life, until I hand you personally to the great lords of
the East."  His chest was swelling as his pride was determined to turn him
into a mighty warrior right then.

	The wee one knew only a word or two but was amused, even in the
tension of this place, by the older boy's boldness.  He had heard a word
over and over and it seemed like they were using such a word as his own
name.  It is the word of their land that we would translate as love or
lover.  He was happy that he seemed to be picking up some of this new,
strange tongue.

	"A-A-A-A-E-E-E-OW!" came a horrible cry from beyond and then the
clash of swords.  After several minutes of cries and more clashing,
clanging metal, the sounds seemed to be slowing down.  The two boys could
not say that about their heart rate though.  One of the twins rode into
their clearing and looked as though he had been beaten and cut.  His tunic
was held by one tie, on only one shoulder and it looked like it would soon
give up holding the cloth together.  He looked so worn out from his battle.
His glistening skin glowed in what light there was to show that he had
sustained several cuts on his sides and arms; even one gash on the inside
of his leg.  The tunic did nothing to hide the fact that no damage was done
by this gash to the brother's most precious endowment.  But they had little
time to inspect him or to aid him.

	He rose in his saddle and, pointing to the shelf of rock beside
their horse, shouted as loud as he could,

	"Get away, you boys!  Dash or be dead!"

	So much had the sight and sounds riled the older boy that, like a
reflex, he brought out his trusted sword and raised it high as a sign of
his acknowledgement to his older hero's warnings.  And just as he raised
it, he felt the weight of an avalanche land upon him and his small ward,
knocking them off of the horse.

	Silence pervaded for a time.  As the newest hero drew breath and
sought relief from the weight that crushed him, he realized that the warmth
on him was not that of rocks, but of a man; a man with the young warrior's
own sword piercing his heart through.  Just as this realization came to
him, he gasped as it felt that his attacker was moving off of him!  The man
was moving so quickly that . . . the body was thrown to the side by the
naked warrior twin.  ArAd looked up in shock as the last moments began to
sink into his being.

	"You are your young mate's hero again, mighty ArAd.  You will
always be remembered for your bravery and your, ahem, skill.  Take my hand,
my friend and stand by me."  The hand of this god was there to help him to
his feet.  But no sooner had the young hero been helped up than he began to
sob great tears, the fear having caught up to, and surpass what courage he
had.  Two bare, bronzed but bloody arms came around him to hold him close.
He was no hero in his own eyes, and his false pride was almost his
downfall; or so he felt.  How much he just wanted to be at home, enjoying
the simple pleasures that a boy of barely fourteen should be enjoying.

	Then he gasped and thought not of himself, but his wee lover, a
mere baby, but so cherished that his heart fell in his chest when he saw
him laying still beside the dead man's form.  He looked up into an
amazingly handsome face to see assurance begin to take away his fear.  The
man released his hold on the older boy to kneel beside the little boy and
scoop him into his arms.  It seemed like there was no life in that frail
body, almost like a girls doll would lay limp.  Then the man did a curious
thing indeed!  He began to tickle the ribs of ArAd's dead friend.  ArAd was
astonished by the most revolting lack of respect shown to a dead . . .But
No!  He moved; he flinched; he wiggled and even snorted a laugh.  He lives!

	ArAd took two steps to the side of the strong warrior and his lover
within those powerful arms.  The little one was trying to sit up and smiled
as he looked down upon his young friend.  Such relief brought tears again
to the youngest hero of that night.  He jumped as he felt huge arms wrap
him in their strength and warmth.  But this time they belonged to the other
twin who, having come to them, was there to give his comfort to ArAd.

	They began to unfold from their hugs and holdings to take an
inventory of their wellbeing.  ArAd had not a scratch on him, not a thread
out of place.  So it was with the wee one but those threads were the center
of the spilling of the dead man's blood.  It had soaked into his outerwear
and seeped to cover his body underneath his clothes. Almost every part of
him was red and sticky; a feeling he was beginning to have very often.

	Not so fortunate were the two brothers.  Both had endured many cuts
and scrapes, having saved the boys from the ravages of four huge and ugly
sand thieves.  It was their purpose to lay in waiting and split up more
than one victim to make their attack surprisingly effective.  It was only
by the miracle of the young warrior's placement of his mighty sword that
they were not, at that moment, dead or kidnapped.

	The men were all agog at the might of their new peer in heroics.
But while they talked of their magnificent fighting, a small boy walked
around two bruised, battered and cut bodies.  He was so overcome by their
sacrifice and their wounds, touching the hard muscle and smooth skin near
each wound, that he was sobbing by the time he circled his two older
protectors.  They each noticed his weeping and knelt to hold him.  Each
gave him a big hug and a kiss on his forehead.  They talked to him but he
only understood a few of the words, like love and ArAd.  And ArAd was there
with them to rub the boy's shoulders until he realized they were covered in
blood.  He pulled off the little garment that covered the wee one and threw
it away.  Then he drew his own shirt over his head and started to use part
of it to wipe away as much of the sticky red goop as he could.

	When the boy realized what his friend was up to, he stepped away
from the cloth being used to clean his shoulders and held out his hands.
There was no blood on them, so the older boy was confused.

	"I believe he wants your garment, my friend,' said one of the
kneeling men.  And he was right.  For as the small one accepted the
clothing, he tore a piece off and turned to the closest of the two hardened
bodies.  He wrapped the cloth around an arm, over a gash and tried to tie
it, but with no luck.  So it was that the brother and ArAd together saw
what his intent was and came to help him.  While one brother bandaged his
twin, ArAd would do the task on the second of the two beautiful men.

	The cloth was being ripped into strips by the one so small, but he
did a fine job, aided by a short knife from one of the brothers.  ArAd came
to a place where he was slightly inhibited by something in the way of his
next bandage.  He hemmed and hawed until the brother, on whose body ArAd
was trying to place the bandage, said to just move anything out of the way
and get on with it.  ArAd had never been this shy since he had realized the
thrill of his own body and the praises he'd receive for sharing those
feelings on another's body.  But none had ever been as magnificent as the
sculptured brawn before him, still kneeling in the sand.  He finally gave
in and flopped down on his back and moved to the front of his patient's
legs.  Propped up on one elbow, he reached for and moved the great penis
that hung over a gash high up on the inside of the steel-like thigh of this
fine warrior.  A gasp was heard and a chuckle from the other twin.  The
littlest among them turned to see the reason and giggled with delight at
what was happening in front of him.

	It seemed that just holding that mighty staff made it respond
enough to move up, out of the way for ArAd to do his work.  ArAd, though,
had a hard time working with one hand, as his other was still gripping the
sword before him, only inches from his face.  It had long before presented
itself naked of its scabbard of skin, stretching into a mammoth pole of
hardened warmth.  Soon the massive appendage was in the eye of its
beholder, literally.  ArAd was so caught up in its journey that each
movement caused his lust, his desire to grow with it.  At last, he could
not resist and swiped its length with his young tongue.

	As a long gasp came from the owner of such a fine tool, his
brother, Hesam, and the little one looked back to see its reason.  The boy
giggled again and looked up into Hesam's eyes, as the twin looked at the
scene taking place.  First he saw a wave of shock, followed by the same
lust filled expression that ArAd had before he succumbed to temptation.  A
slight look of yearning filled his eyes and made the wee one respond to put
the events in their proper order.

	He moved from the side of Hesam and clasped the shoulder of his
young friend, under the twin, Hami.  When ArAd opened his eyes to see his
small friend above him, he smiled sheepishly.  He saw a hand pointing to
Hesam and knew the look he saw on the brother's face.  With a smile at his
friend, he got up and went with the littler of the two boys and helped him
push Hesam toward the brother he loved so dearly.  When he was in front of
Hami, the youngest boy took Hesam's hand and placed it on Hami, on the
object of his lust.

	A spark of what had just happened ignited a fire that could almost
be seen engulfing both brothers.  No one else was there, only two beautiful
brothers so much in love that their tears flowed as did their need for each
other.  Their relief in their brother's safety was finally released in this
way.  They grabbed at each other and moved their hands all over each other
at lightning speed, so intense was their passion just then.  As much as
possible their bodies clung together as they fell to the ground and pressed
themselves to each other, boldly making love as though there was no other
reason to live.

	Once again, the littlest boy was caught up in a fit of giggles of
his love for the two brave, wounded men whose tangled bodies were like a
moving sculpture of bronze and black ebony.  His arm went around the waist
of his friend and pulled himself to his side.  He heard a chuckle from
older boy and looked up into his eyes to see ArAd looking down on his
younger lover.  ArAd dropped to his knees to kiss the wee one's lips.
Their arms enfolded each other and soon, they were a tangle of young, thin
arms and legs, much as the twin protectors next to them.  There was a blast
of excitement when they would roll against the heap of surging, pulsing
brothers and their hot bodies.  Sometimes they would feel a hand of
encouragement reach out to a shoulder or hip from the older lovers.  That
contact would ignite their lust and love even more, if that was possible.

	Both couples turned to each other's epicenter of their love and
engulfed hard staffs as though their hunger could not be satisfied.  The
wee one felt himself swallowed by the one his love was given to.  He gasped
and then sought the older boy's own penis and began to swallow what he
could.  He was not big, but his will was immense; his passion and drive
were mammoth.  He had only had the small rods of his former lovers and new
brothers in his mouth.  They had been just the right size to devour to the
hilt, barely touching the back of his throat.  But the prize in his hot
orifice, belonging to ArAd, was so much longer that it defied the little
mouth's need to encase it fully.

	Try as he would, he was only able to keep from choking as still an
inch or two would not pass into his throat.  Just as ArAd was to tell him
the joy that was within him and that there as no need to suffer for his
joy, the wee one took a deep breath, concentrated on opening his jaw and
dove upon his target.  It passed swiftly into the wet, hot cavern of his
mouth and made ArAd cry out in passion's song.  The impact of the fire that
accompanied the hot small throat caused ArAd to succumb to the sensations,
making his body explode into his young lover.  Never before had he risen to
such heights so quickly, and never before had he felt these feelings
encompass him so strongly.  His eyes were brimming with tears and his head
spun as though he may never recover again.  His body went hard and stiff as
the juices of life passed from him into his lover's small mouth.  He tried
madly to keep his consciousness as his body was thrown into the vast
whirlpool of passion's flames.  His body could take no more.

	Somewhere ArAd heard a kind of gurgling, like suppressed laughing,
followed by a cold air on his worn out manhood.  He opened his eyes into
the face of his little boy lover and tried to grab him to show his all
consuming love for one so generous.  But his arms would not respond to his
demands.  He tried hopelessly to smile and was rewarded by a smile so deep
and wonderful that his body began to be engulfed again in the same fire
that he had just put out.  The little one slid his hands up the sides of
ArAd to further throw the older one into sensual hysteria, stronger than
before.  ArAd was sure that the renewed joy would be his last, so strongly
did it build to take over his very core.  His body rose again, stiffly, and
ejected its hot spice from within him once more until there was nothing
left to spew.  He was sure that his insides would be lying on his stomach
when, or if, he could ever open his eyes again.  He knew that there would
always be a smile fixed to his lips, so strong was the passion given to him
by this one so young, yet so alive and freely giving.

	The warmth that he felt on him began to move away.  So much was
ArAd's ardent hope to be able to reciprocate the amazing love given him so
freely that he fairly willed his arms to action.  They responded for him by
grasping his human blanket and pulling him up onto him again.  When the wee
lover was even with his face, ArAd made much of the kissing and tonguing
that he bathed the little one's face with.  He was soon aware that nothing
had been done to rid the small boy of stickiness that covered most of his
body.  It would be with great concentration that he let the thoughts of
their source pass through his mind to make way for his loving thoughts and
tender care for this wee boy.

	ArAd held the gasping, giggling cherub by the waist as he moved him
to a place where his tiny nub was poking out from between those thin legs.
When the appetizer he sought was over his face, he let the boy down until
he was trapped in the warmth of a fourteen year old mouth.  He nibbled and
sucked, swallowed and tongued, while his hands moved over the back,
buttocks and thighs of his naked young one.

	Gasping and squirming, yelps and struggles from his boy caused ArAd
to hold him in place firmly at the small mounds above the place where a
small penis was being ravaged in hot wet love.  Fingers found their way
into the parted cheeks and down into the depths of the hot, moist crevasse
of the little one's backside.  He was helpless to move away, though the
escalating feelings were building to frenzied heights of sincere passion.
Sparks ignited flames which fired shocks that made explosions go off, until
his body felt a finger slide through his portal to move onto a bud of
pleasure like he had never imagined.  He immediately stiffened, nearly
cutting off the gentle invader at the knuckle.  Then he had no recourse but
to burst forth in wave after succulent wave of pleasure, ending in a gentle
cuddling as he came from the heavens to the place where he had begun his
enjoyment that night.

	It seemed like only minutes since the two youngest lovers closed
their eyes, until they both felt a soft rubbing of their bottoms.  One, of
course, thought the other was their giver, but quickly found the twins
above them with smiles of warmth and love beaming down at the smaller
couple.

	"Arise, young lovers.  We must be gone before we are found by
whatever is left of the maggots that stopped us last evening."

	"Last evening?" said ArAd looking up into the heavens to see just a
bit of light beginning to show over the rocks surrounding their beds.  "We
slept so late.  I am so sorry your lords.  I can't tell you how..."

	"Hush, hush, sweet one.  It is nothing," assured Hami, helping ArAd
to sit up, "We so enjoyed your games of loving that we were struck numb as
we watched your climaxes.  You both are magnificent lovers and from this
day forward will always be in our hearts as our fondest of young friends."
As he finished his praise for the two younger lovers, he watched as Hesam
helped a tired little one to his bare feet; then Hesam turned to his own
kin and they reached for and hugged each other.  Two boys watched as the
hugging turned into a deep, long kiss that seemed to last for hours to the
smiling boys, though only seconds to the lustful men.  Each grabbed the
upper arms of his brother until they pushed away to look into loving eyes.

	Hami was confused when he felt a shutter pass through his twin and
saw a surprised look on his brother's face.  Then he noticed the head of an
arrow barely sticking out of the upper shoulder of the one whose love meant
everything to him.

	"Oh, my stars.  It can not be!" cried ArAd as he witnessed the
arrow appear as if from nowhere.  He took a bold step toward them, but Hami
saw him through tears in his eyes and stopped him with his hands.  He tried
to be confident and forceful.  He puffed up his chest to act out his role
as protector of the two beautiful boys.

	"Get on your mount and ride toward the fires like your life
depended on it, for surely my words could not be more true.  Do not stop.
Do not pause to wonder.  Only ride and ride fast.  Kick his sides and he
will know you mean business, my young hero.  I'm afraid it is . . . your
time . . . this day . . . again."  And with that he was engulfed in his own
tears, weeping for his brother, whose life was surely passing from this
place, this time.

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This ends the Fifth Chapter of One Gift To Give

I hope you have enjoyed it so far

To be continued with The Sixth Chapter - His Two Loves are Lost