Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2007 00:16:34 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Gift to Give - Chapter 6

	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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	One Gift to Give - The Sixth Chapter


	"Go, my young friends," said the voice of a weak soldier, protector
and one whom they loved.  All three looked to see a small smile on the
handsome face before them; ArAd and the littlest among them began to weep
openly.  The wee one even approached and hugged the wounded man whom he
loved as his big brother and friend.  "Fear not, little one.  It is not my
time.  We will be with you in this world for a time to come, I assure you.
But you must hurry.  Go!"

	And they did.

	It was the hardest thing ArAd had ever done in his young life.
With tears streaming down his face, he picked up the small one and hurried
to their steed.  It was as though the horse knew of the danger and the plan
already, so antsy were his feet, ready to run off with his boys.  After
placing the blood stained wee one in the saddle, the older boy tried
desperately to mount the huge animal.

	Crack!!

	"AR-R-G-G-H!"  Both boys turned to see the feathered end of the
arrow in Hami's hand as Hesam slumped into his arms.  Hami turned toward
the boys to see from which direction the loud gasps had come.  His face was
a picture of the concern and love he had for his brother, wet with the
tears of a lover's hurt for his mate, but his worry for the fate of his two
young charges was also evident.

	"Walk your horse to that ledge, ArAd, and climb on there."  Hami
pointed with the broken arrow and, disgusted by its invasion into their
lives, dropped it with a scowl on his handsome face.  "Quickly now, my
loved ones.  Do not look back; only go as quickly as you can.  I promise
that we will meet again, love again . . . no, we promise."  And then he put
what energy he had left into a smile for them.

	The small boy gave a smile too.  While it wasn't the huge sparkling
variety to which his friends had become accustomed, it showed his love and
concern for the two naked men, whom he had grown to love and trust.  Then
his attention was turned to his young lover who boldly jumped from the
small ledge onto the horse's back and behind the sticky little one.  ArAd
quickly grabbed the nude boy, clenching him into his naked lap and against
his bare chest, as he kicked the horse's flanks and held on for dear life.

	Their fear, their worry, even their love never waned for their two
handsome warriors that they had left behind.  ArAd was sure he would never
see Hesam alive again, and probably not Hami either, such was their
vulnerability, trapped in the formations of rock.  His tears ran down his
cheeks as he blinked to see where he was headed.  He knew not but the horse
seemed to know the course ahead of them.

                   * * * *

	They rode and they rode.  It seemed like miles, though the light
from the fires never seemed to get any closer.

	They rode some more; they rode a-n-d t-h-e-y r-o-d-e, slower and
slower, until their gallant steed...stopped.  Two gasps were heard from
upon the saddle.  The older boy kicked the same flanks that made the mighty
horse run before.  He was certainly no experienced horseman, but he knew
that when you kicked your ride right there, he was supposed to go.  He was
fast becoming afraid that his ride also figured out his role and was having
none of it.  They were all far beyond just tired; they were exhausted,
frightened and worried for their good friends.  That fear was soon turned
toward themselves as they stood helpless in this vast wasteland.

	The little one turned to look at his hero, ArAd, with a questioning
look.  ArAd was without an idea and lifted his arms, palms up, and
shrugged.  The wee one smiled gently, then opened his mouth as if in
surprise or, a thought!  An Idea!

	He did his best to scoot off his ride and was about to slide to the
ground when his arm was pulled back.

	"Don't be a fool, my little lover.  It's miles down to the surface.
I will let you down."  And he did just that.

	As soon as his naked feet touched the cold sand they took the wee
one around to the front of the huge horse.  He tried to look into the
animal's eyes but the great, tired stallion was not interested in being
cordial at that moment.  He was probably thinking of the bag of grain that
he had left behind so that he could risk his own life for these two
sub-horses; the two legged kind at that.

	The little one was not about to give up.  He moved to the side to
look into the huge black eyes.  The horse moved; so did the `sub-horse'.
Then the boy stood in the middle, right in front of this stubborn oaf and
smiled.  It drew a contented, loving, `Ah-h-h-h,' from ArAd, who loved that
smile.

	Well, if you were to hear such an exquisite, `A-h-h-h,' you would
want to know of its cause, and so did the horse.  He looked down at the
little brownish-pink form that had no tail and barely a mane, to see if he
was the reason for the, `A-h-h-h,' which by now, had even elicited a laugh
from his lone rider.  As their eyes met, and the beautiful countenance of
the smallish ten year old, naked boy, beamed back his most magnificent
smile, the horse reacted; oh, yes!

	First it looked embarrassed by tapping the ground several times and
turning his head to one side.  His head cocked to look back just a bit as
if to see if he had done the right thing by his new friend, in his kind of
apology.  As the smile continued, the horse turned back and, raising one
front leg, bent down to perform a perfect bow to his new charge.  Then, to
the surprise of both boys, he rose up proudly on his hind legs, bent them
and jumped a few feet up, then waved his front legs as he balanced in that
position.  Great snorts and whinnies were added for added effect.  This
sent ArAd into a fit of hysteria, trying to hang on.  At the same time, the
small tower of flesh before this great, proud stallion, was unmoving, and
went into his own hysterics of laughter at the wonderful feats performed by
his new friend, the horse.

	When the horse set back down on all four and ArAd was able to
unwrap his arms around the horn of the saddle and sit up again, the small
boy appeared at the side of their steed.  ArAd was about to reach down to
pull up his short lover, when the horse lowered his front legs to make it
so much easier for the youngest boy to mount up.  ArAd let out a big sigh
and clasped the boy to his naked front with both arms around him.  He
kissed the thin neck in front of him.

	"You have made an entertainer, a jester of our mount, my wee boy,
but what will that do to get us . . . W-H-O-O-O-A!"

	He found out what difference it made when the horse vaulted forward
and began a run that did not fail or slow until they were to their
destination.  ArAd grabbed the horn and held on, protecting his lover
between his arms.  The wee one pushed back on the horn of the saddle to
nestle snuggly his small buttocks into the lap of his hero and lover,
making them both begin to renew the warmth that seemed to bind them
together.

                                * * * *

	For hours they rode on at a gallop.  Their steed had caught a
second breath, even a third it seemed, but the pounding began to take its
toll on the boys.  ArAd tried to bring the bag of food to their lap to try
to partake of some of its contents.  They were both hungry, as well as
exhausted, and some nourishment would help their plight.  Just as ArAd held
out the bag for the young one to reach inside, there was a mighty dip in
their way and the bag was lost behind them.  They were so tired that they
could only laugh at their loss.  ArAd hugged the small boy closer and
kissed his neck, again and again.  He took great joy at being so brave as
to release one hand on the horn, allowing him to slide it down the bare
front of his love until it rested on the small package, nestled at the
place where legs met trunk of this miniature sculpted masterpiece.  The
little one took great pleasure in this gift of loving and pushed his smooth
globes back to receive the growing sign of ArAd's love for him, as it lay
along the valley, between his buttocks.  This caused ArAd to bite a little
harder on the succulent neck before him.  He was getting his nourishment of
the love they shared; they would survive, he knew.

	Their route took them over some dunes and around others.  When they
were high up they looked for their destination and relaxed when they could
see it glowing in the dark sky.  Soon the sun had rested long enough and
had begun to move from its bed beneath all living things to return to its
place in the sky.  It was slow to reach its goal, only taking some of the
darkness away for now.

	They rode around a huge dune and through a valley between two
others.  When they came up to the top of the next rise the little one
gasped.

	"What is it, my lov . . . oh Allah, save us!"  ArAd was almost
standing as he looked out at what should have been the glow of dozens of
fires on the horizon.  But the light they gave off took up less than half
of the area since the last sighting some minutes before.  Even as they
looked on, the fires disappeared.

	All reason for such an oddity escaped ArAd.  If they were getting
closer to the source of the light should they not get bigger, not smaller?
Was this parched, god-forsaken desert playing its tricks on his mind?

	But their brave and untiring mount was not deterred.  His was a
solemn quest and the honor bestowed on him, by being at peace with his
small cargo, was his reward to see this task completed.  He galloped as
steadily as before, knowing he would reach the end of this journey soon
enough.

	There were no tears but the two riders tensed when they thought of
the possibilities ahead of them.  Had the camp been raided?  Would they
find only the devastated bodies of fallen heroes in a broken camp?  Were
they coming upon their fate and would their fate take them to Allah at
last?  Well, the littlest did not think of Allah, for, though he knew the
word, he did not know him as an immortal god for him.  He settled back into
his older friend and waited for the next part of this adventure to present
itself.

                              * * * *

	Endless riding, it seemed, got them no closer to the encampment.
At last they dipped too low to see the horizon and ran in every conceivable
direction for endless hours, it seemed.  Then, almost magically, they rose
to come out of the valley they had been in to see tents ahead of them!

	"Hah!  We arrive, my small lover!  We are here at long last.  But
what is the matter?  What is happening?"

	The young boy did not need to know ArAd's words to know what was on
his mind.  The sight before him showed many, many men taking down at least
half of the camp of tents and lean-tos.  There were other tents still
standing and there were many brightly dressed men and women walking about
with baskets and other items as though they too prepared for travel.  There
were several large dogs roaming around, as though looking for a handout
from one of the men.  In this place though, orders were being shouted and
wagons were being piled high with the heavy cloth and poles that would have
been their resting place.  They approached slowly then, until . . . ,

	"Identify yourself, rider, before your last feeling is my archer's
arrow.  Who are you and from whence do you come?"  A bearded man, wearing a
leather tunic stood on a wagon and pointed to his bowman, standing a few
yards to the side with arrow ready.

	"I am ArAd, kind master and this is my lov . . .my young charge
that I am to bring into the great lord's presence.  We come from the
forward camp.  We have been . . ."

	"Foolish boy!  You ride alone in this land of evil men?  Who would
send you without an escort?  Why would I believe such an unlikely tale?"

	"But master, we had the finest of escorts and lost them to bandits
and thieves.  They were called Hami, and his twin brother, Hesam.  But they
. . ."

	"WHAT?  What lies you tell.  They would never succumb to such
simple thieves.  Tell us the truth now or feel steel in your ribs."

	The boy, once again, sat high to shout an answer when the littlest
one reached for the small sword and threw it at the feet of an approaching
warrior, sword drawn and ready.  The man stopped and picked up the weapon
and immediately saw the red covering on it.  Then his eyes were on the
small boy and he saw the dried blood covering him too.

	"Much blood, Commander; on the sword and on this speck of a boy,"
he said, holding up the sword and then pointing with it, to the boy in the
lap of his young hero, whose bowels were about to disprove his courage.
"This sword I know, sir.  It is one of two, given by our masters to the
twins of whom he speaks.  They would not let it go unless they were
. . . ."  His voice trailed off and ArAd was not sure that it was because
he believed the two travelers, or because he was waiting for the order to
strike them.

	"Uh, your honor sir, uh, Commander.  Please believe us and send an
army of your best warriors to rescue Hami, who may still be with the
living.  They are . . . ."

	"Four horsemen, now Sergeant!  Let them be swift and with ointments
and cloths for their wounds.  There is little time to waste."  The
Commander turned back to the two boys and barked as loud as ever.  "Well,
get off that steed and work if you care to eat.  We are breaking camp and
continuing our journey.  We have much to do and you have just caused me to
send out four of my strongest men.  You will take their place at helping to
load up this site."

	Of course, the wee one knew nothing of what was being said.  By the
tone, he knew not to listen for the sound he grew to know as `love'.  He
turned to look into the gaping mouth of his companion as ArAd's mouth hung
open in disbelief of their orders.  It didn't give him much hope, this look
of awe.

	The well-built warrior, who had sheathed the twin's sword in his
belt, approached and grabbed the littlest boy.  He chuckled as he held him
at arms length as though a feather weighed more.  He set him down and
turned again and reached for ArAd who was still looking at the Commander.
When he felt hands on his hips, he reacted by swinging his arm in their
direction, knocking the helmet off of the soldier.  He squirmed and fought
until his exhausted body could bear no more conflict.  He went limp and
fell to the ground when his feet touched down.  The man laughed at the lazy
boy at his feet and was readying his foot to give a kick to the naked ass.
That was when he looked to see another boy laying down.

	He had undoubtedly lay down where he was set, but he was not alone.
One of the roaming mastiffs, an animal as big as this naked boy, lay with
him in sublime rest.  They both had given up their fight to stay awake.

	The brave strong warrior, whose job it was to tear the limbs off of
any intruders, to cut in half those that would attack his lords, this
warrior picked up the small one and came back for the older boy and laid
their naked bodies to sleep on a wagon that was ready to move out.  His
compassion was met with a small grin from a small boy who sought to cuddle
with his young hero, making this rest complete in every way.

	When the rumbling of his tummy woke the younger of the two hot
boys, he looked up in surprise at his surroundings.  The sun had claimed
its space again, straight up in the heavens, beating searing rays of heat
down upon the men that were outside of any covered means of travel.  The
small one looked up and around him to see the inside of a wagon whose top
was covered by a tent of sorts, which allowed room to stand, if he'd had
the strength.  Though he was still sticky from the blood coating his small
frame, the sweat on him was making the blood renew its liquidity and run
into grooves and crevasses.  It made him uncomfortable and uneasy.  Just as
he was about to try to push off of his smooth chest, some of its sticky
covering, an avalanche of soft cloths fell on him.

	"The cloths are to clean with," said a voice that came from an
invisible child; girl he thought, for her high-pitched voice was that
sweet.  Then he saw movement and a head come over the piles of stores in
the middle of the wagon.  Now he was sure it was a fair, very young lady
for her face was stunning to look at, with sharp features covered in a
fresh, smooth layer of unblemished perfection with eye makeup and red
coloring on her cheeks to make them appear blushing all the time.  Her lips
were a bright red and her hair was down to her shoulders.  The little one
had never seen such as she, except on an older lady as she passed through
their village years before.  Even the girl's clothes were the same, being
brightly colored and decorated with jewels and shiny bits to make her
clothes look sweeter than she, if that was possible.  He was overcome by
such outrageous and gaudy clothing and painted color all over the thin
alabaster body, or at least the parts he could see.

	She came over the top and slid down the pile of many bags of soft
things like clothes and beddings, he imagined.  She wore the thinnest of
materials covering her flat young breasts.  It was as brightly colored as
her hair ribbon and the same cloth, though a different loud color, covered
thin arms.  Her waist used the same frail, see through material to cover
her, well, woman parts, the boy thought, causing a blush to form brighter
than his already sticky red covered cheeks.  Her legs were still another
color of the same diaphanous material, billowing out like a dress instead
of trousers as a man of respect might wear.  The cuffs of the legs were
tied around her ankles.  Jewelry was everywhere too.  Clanking, tinkling
rings of metal were on her arms and ankles and necklaces adorned her long
narrow neck.  He was open-mouthed in awe of this young femme, having never
had the experience of meeting one so beautiful before.  He was too young to
realize that she had not the same effect on him as did his new love who
laid the night with him, and slumbered even as the younger one enjoyed the
picture of colorful and useless frivolity in front of him.

	One more push was all she would need to slide the rest of the way
down to be closer to the gaping wee one.  But the push was so strong, not
that of a weak girl, that it brought them together, literally.  In a flash
the young blood soaked, naked boy was drowning in a sea of the lightest,
most billowy material.  He was covered by this frail one's body as she
crashed against him and sprawled on top of his slight frame until she came
to rest looking directly down, into his widely opened eyes.

	"Oops!" said the sweet, fair voice.  He could feel the heat of her
long, thin body over every inch of his young form.  He could smell the
strong scent of too much perfume.  He could also feel her delicate hands
come up to his shoulders to push herself up a ways.  "Oh, my," she fairly
giggled, "It happened so fast that I could not stop until, well, here we
are together, my new, exquisite lover."

	The words remained outside of his reach except for her last word.
He gasped as he thought how inappropriate it was for her to use such a
word, having just met him.  But it was evident that politeness was not to
be her strong point anytime soon.

	"OH!  Argh!  Ewwy!  I'm covered in, A-h-h!  It's blood!  I'm
covered in the most gruesome of excrements possible!  My life is through
should my host see my ruined clothes!  A-h-h!  He can never know of my
filthy, tainted garbs."  She looked down at the boy, expecting him to move
swiftly to do, well, something heroic at the very least to prevent her
master from knowing of this ghastly waste of expensive frills.

 	But the small one knew not a word that she spouted, nor why she was
so excited, exhibited by her mannerisms of wild clawing at her arms and
legs.  Then he saw the blood coating much of her fine clothes, even down to
her white skin beneath.  When he pointed this out to her by lifting back a
sleeve of her bodice, she became even more animated.  She jumped up, over
him and began to rip every stitch off of her body.  She had no regard for
the small boy beneath her, whose chest she straddled as her clothes came
off of her breast.

	Now, the boy had two sisters, it was true, but, except for the very
young girls of his village, they did not enjoy the freedom he had in being
naked a large amount of his life up to then.  Though, on occasion, he was
with them undressed, and knew of their lack of the small but useful
appendage that he was blessed with between his legs.  At those times, when
their mother was not there, they would explore each other some; enough for
him to know that their nub was cut off and left to heal as a small slit
between their legs, that enjoyed the touch of his finger when he would, a
time or two, use it to explore the moist well of their feminine bodies.
And they would laugh when the two girls would swirl their fingers around
his little post until it became hard and his eyes would roll back into his
head and he would moan loudly at the pleasure they gave him.  He also was
aware that the older the girl, the larger was her chest, for some reason.
Not like the hard chest of his young warrior twins, but soft and bouncy,
having not had the work that firms up such muscles, he supposed.

	As clothes flew off of this fair maiden, he was unimpressed by her
stature.  Oh she was endowed with the silkiest, smoothest milk-white skin,
for her legs became bared and touched his ribs under his arms.  And her
breasts had no time to grow, and were as flat as his, even though they were
adorned at the nipples with a ring each.  But he would be somewhat
embarrassed, he supposed, if her flailing arms threw her pants away
totally, leaving her girlish center visible to his eyes.  He could not
imagine anyone so unconcerned for her modesty as to bare all before this
young boy, a total stranger.  He seemed to sense that he was not excited
about this possible slip of her propriety toward him as he witnessed still
more cloth flying through the cart's interior.

	"It all must go.  It is all ruined and so shall I be should my
master see my error.  Oh, I need to be rid of this filth and then, cleaned
by whatever means available, my sweetness.  Oh!  You, too, are covered.
How unfortunate for one so beautiful as my youthful new love.  We will help
each other purge this blight off our bodies and celebrate our crushing love
for one another.  What say you, young sir, my heart's desire?"

	Of course, except for that word again he knew not a word of her
soliloquy.  He smiled softly with a perplexed look that told her one thing.

	"Oh!  Is it possible that your tongue is not mine, my love?  Until
our tongues meet so very soon in the passion I have building in my loins, I
will try another."

	She had stopped her stripping when she realized that her new lover
spoke not her language.  It did no good for any other, except the lords
themselves, to come to this knowledge, for she was the only other to know
of several tongues, having passed through many lands in the years she had
been with her master.

	The boy was confused when the next words were even stranger than
the first, not being the same style, it seemed.  Then she spoke another,
equally strange, and another, worse yet.  What was she, a devil of strange
incantations, each more different than the first one he was trying to
understand?  But then,

	She thought she would try one which she had almost forgotten.  How
odd to her, for this was hers when she was given to the lords and shared
among them when she was so young.  She spoke with a kind of reverence for
the memories it conjured up.

	"And now, my young one, so fair, do you know my words to you?"

	She was rewarded with a gasp from below her.  She laughed as did
the wee one, who held out his hands to her, as if to thank her for the gift
that she bestowed on him; the gift of his own tongue.

	Without realizing his candor, his hands ran up the sides of her
thighs until they pushed away the few threads that bared their differences
from his eyes.  He swiftly caught himself in his error as her body reeled
in the feelings he gave her.  Her head went back and her moans grew loud as
she enjoyed her wee lover's touch.  The one laying there, trapped between
such fair legs of alabaster beauty, was at once shocked to see what he had
done by his irreverent ministrations.

	She had a prick!  She was no longer a she at all and probably, he
thought, had never really been one all this time.  She was as much a he as
he was, he saw.  By reflex and without a thought, his hands reached out and
grasped the epitome of their boyhoods; one on her, ah, him and one on
himself, lying there, getting as hard as a little rock.  The boy above the
wee one, on his knees, lurched involuntarily at the grasp of this small
boy's fist on his jewels.  A moan could be heard as clearly as the white
pure skin of this boy.

	"Oh, you are so powerful, my love!  I am taken by your wild ways of
loving my delicate body."

	The one doing the grabbing showed confusion when he was not able to
know this boy's words again.  It was revealed quickly to the boy above him
and he repeated his words in another tongue.

	"I had said something about your strength and power, young lover."
This caused the smaller boy to giggle, for he was smaller than his new
friend, and surely many full moons younger.  "What is it with you, my sweet
one?  Do you . . . "  And a grumble was heard, maybe even felt in the tummy
between this ostentatious boy's legs.

	"Ho, ho!  I know the need that has you by the tum-tum, oh little
sparrow.  I will revive you with the food that has been satisfying my lords
for, oh, three moons, I think now."  And he just fell forward, much to the
surprise of his new friend.  The young one opened his mouth in shock and
closed it for the same reason, but around the intruder that filled it.

	"AH-H-H!  Your mouth is so hot and wonderful, my sparrow.  Let me
gift you with the fruit of my loins, to give you strength to make us lovers
forever."

	The news that this person above and within him, was his new lover,
caused the smaller boy to struggle to sit up.  But, in trying to free
himself, he was only moving in a way that caused fire and shocks of joy to
overtake the boy who was leaning on his arms, over his lover.  His legs
pinned the lying boy to his place, try as he would to get up.  His sight
was covered by the pure, smooth tummy, complete with a ring through the
navel of he whom was relishing in the delights of the moving, squirming
mouth.

	"So fast!  I am lost in your love, oh sweet one!  I, I
. . . A-h-h-r-r-g-g-h!

	Despite the announcement of the slightly older boy's growth into
manhood, at least to spurt, it was barely a taste of the salt and sweetness
of the few drops emitted into the younger boy's mouth.  But his face was
being crushed and his breath was blocked by the stomach that collapsed on
him.  He tried, with flailing hands to rid himself of this dead weight but
it was not moving.  He turned his face, with great effort, to one side to
breathe and saw the eyes of his true love open from his slumber.

	"What are you up to?  Are trying to kill my only love?  If you mean
him harm I will cast you out of this tent, who-o-a!" ArAd shouted as the
wagon hit a bump, causing him to sprawl across the two bodies of silky
smooth flesh.  He quickly pushed himself up and pushed off the invader and
held him at arms length.  "Speak your motive here or die, nave.  We have no
use for spineless little weaklings such as you.  Pew!  What is that smell
of putrid flowers?  Where have you been?"

	"M-m-m-m. So strong and yet, so pure and valiant, much like the
soldiers that guard us," mewed the dainty boy, enjoying the touch of this
older boy.  "Take me for your own, then.  I am yours to have in any way
that you will, oh noble perfection of solid youth."  His eyes, soon after
taking in the handsome features of the fourteen year old face, had dropped
to the hardening proof of this new boy's lust for his captive.

	"Away.  And get you off of my little one.  Do you intend to crush
him or simply smother him with your vile smells of a wicked woman's
pleasures?"  He then tossed the boy onto another pile of bags above the wee
one, allowing him to recover and sit up.

	"Oh!  I am not a harlot or tramp, indeed!"  His arm went to his
forehead in indignation of the onslaught of his newest acquisition of love.
"You have defiled my very being, even as I was to grant your need for that
which you crave just now."

	"I have no use for your skills, I am certain.  My craving is for
one so fair and pure that you will never know his equal."  And he scooped
up his naked small lover and held him close, then backed up just enough to
gently kiss the lips that he had come to need, on the boy that he had come
to cherish.

	"I meant some sustenance other than my virile seed, my beauty."  He
was not used to being cast off and began to sulk as he turned into the
layer of bags upon which his naked frame rested.

	The compassion of the wee one was too great to allow this crying
boy to hurt for more than a moment.  He placed his hands on the cheeks of
his sweet ArAd and kissed him gently, then turned those cheeks to force him
to see his completed work in the form of the crumpled boy above them.  He
loosened himself from his lover's hold and rose to come to the aid of this
newest of his friends.  His arm went around the glistening white body of
youthful perfection as the other patted his exposed ass cheek.

	"See, you brute," the frail boy said into the bags under him,
"there is still one that cares about me.  He has already accepted my seed
and is strengthened by it, as you can see."  He then turned quickly and
threw his long, thin arms around the smaller boy, squeezing him to his
chest.

	"Okay, okay.  You need not snuff his life to show me your love for
my boy, strange one.  Everyone has his need for my little one's charm and
beauty.  Remove yourself from him so that we may partake in this rich treat
you have for our filling."

	Letting loose of the wee boy, he grinned shamelessly at the older
one and looked down at his own hard, ample endowment that was hardening at
the suggestive words of this boy's sweet mouth.

	"I meant food, you vixen of evil delight.  Bring on food or it will
be your blood coating our teeth soon enough."  But even he could not help
chuckling at the ostentatious antics of this new boy's lustful ways.

	"Hah!" said he whose goal was feeding his new friends, as he
gathered himself up and scurried over the pile of bags and such to
disappear beyond.  This gave the two that were left time to hold each
other.  Soon hands began to move and moans were heard through lips that
were sealed to the others kissing lips.  Tongues invaded mouths and fingers
sought their hold in places of exquisite heat, exciting each other in
passionate reverberations of primal pleasure and joy.  Gasping and
sweating, breathing as hard as they could to regain their strength, they
lay back to glow in the warmth of their love for one another, so rich and
sweet.  The heat covered their nakedness with sweat, but they cared not,
such was their love for the other.

	"A feast as fine as any king would desire, my friends.  It is I,
Kamshad, offering all that I have, hehe, to give you strength for our
journey."  ArAd rolled his eyes, but the wee one did not know why except
that the words were from the ridiculous boy beyond.  That was enough to
make him laugh at his sweaty lover and slap him on his buttock to get him
over to their meal, out of site and over the mound of stores in their
wagon.

	And all was good for a time as they enjoyed the dried fruits,
nutmeats, breads, cheeses and weak wine in abundance, served to them by a
wonderfully friendly young lad by the name of Kamshad, which means 'wish or
desire' in the tongue of the lords for whom he, well, served.

	As their stomachs filled so did their ears with tales of past
adventures, from Kamshad.  He told each twice, once for the wee one and
again for ArAd, in the language of the lords from so far away.  Then they
talked of what lay ahead.

	It seems that years before a group of the smartest and richest of
lords and masters enjoyed a similar vision.  When they met and one revealed
a part of his sighing to the others, another in their prestigious group,
told of what he saw, and then another, the third.  And so, on and on the
telling passed around until they had all heard their vision revealed in its
entirety, one to another.  And such was this occurrence, though Kamshad was
not privileged to know its content, that it would have seemed every bit as
strange as any they might ever have witnessed.  But the impact of their
knowledge, as one, of this vision, made them think to act upon its
command-like importance.

	A group of these men were counted as the most brave and strong and
were sent to see where their vision would carry them, and the importance
that it carried.

	"But how did you come to be with such a group, from so far away, my
rambunctious nymph?" asked ArAd, who was laying with the smallest boy in
his arms and the newer boy propped up on the hip that was not covered by
the naked little one.

	"Oh, well, it was told to me that the fore-runners for this mission
were sent to see if such a place might be found.  They were also commanded
to bring back any valuable treasures that they found to entice the lords in
their journey.  So, hear am I," said the sprightly one with his hands up in
mocked ignorance of his use to such grand men.

	"As beautiful as you are, Kamshad, may there not be one other need
for one such as you to these men?  It may seem unlikely to one so useful in
your, um, gifts, but just maybe there is something?

	"Well, it may have been my ease of language and the sense of
dignity by which I was raised.  Then again, it may have been that I stole
myself into the wagon of the men and was carried back to their lords for
sacrifice; at least they threatened me with such."

	ArAd started to laugh and, as it was revealed to the youngest of
the three, he too, was caught in the humor of their new friend.

	And so they carried on, in the heat and, soon, the darkness, but
several times over, not stopping except to feed and change the oxen that
pulled their wagon and the other dozens of wagons that made up the vast
colony that swam over the sand to . . . who knows where.


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This ends the Sixth Chapter of One Gift To Give

I'm sorry if it seems boring.  I won't make you suffer much longer.

To be continued with The Seventh Chapter