Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2008 22:24:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: One Gift to Give - Chapter 8

	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 Eighth Chapter

	No one had prepared the boys for such opulence.  They rode to
almost the rear of the long train that made up their caravan.  They had no
idea that the train of wagons in which they rode was so huge.  At that
moment, all motion had stopped, of course, making the conglomeration of
vehicles look like a vast city full of the hustle and bustle of life.
Surrounded by several small wagons and dozens of tethered horses, they saw
a brightly colored wagon that was much longer than theirs.  They had always
assumed theirs to be of the most wonderful size, allowing for areas to
sleep and eat, to play with games and, well, mattress-like bags laid out
upon which they lounged and played other games.  It was in this area that
they were dressed and where, though they knew not, the six boys lounged to
take advantage of their free time together.

	As their ride took them to the front of the magnificent wagon they
saw that no less than three wagons had been joined as one to make an even
larger assembly area.  Many colorfully dressed people of entirely different
statures were milling about.  Some appeared to be waiting patiently to go
in while others were there to assist them.  Some people looked grand enough
to be of high government rank in whatever province they found themselves.
They also appeared to be the impatient ones, not knowing why they, of all
people, were being kept waiting.

	As they rode up to this line up of guests, they were approached by
several guards of royal caliber and arraignment.  Bright blues and golds
were their jackets over pants of white, and tied with more gold cloth.
They wore turbans of gold that shined from the sun just making its way to
its bed for the night.  One guard held each horse while two more helped the
boys dismount.  Behnam jumped down and held the hand of the littlest one
and signaled ArAd and Kamshad to do the same.

	The eyes of the wee one had never, ever seen such grandeur; never
could he have imagined it.  The others smiled when they saw him blink to
see if the dream would disappear.  So much did Behnam wish to grab up the
small bundle in his arms, to speak of that which he was seeing, but it
would not be the proper thing to do right then.  These were important
guests, not children just allowed to tag along.

	Imagine the look on the other guests that were asked to move to the
side, just over there, that the honored guests may be received.  Then
imagine their distain when a carpet of the finest, richest wool was rolled
out to stop at the feet of - three little boys!  Murmurs were heard from
either side until one of the lavishly dressed guards of high rank raised
his curved saber and spoke with the offenders.  One by one the whispering
stopped as hands went nervously to rub their throats or, worse yet, to
cover their lower area against the threat just told to them.

	Three mouths remained open in awe as their owners walked with their
hero up the path of honor, toward the steps that led to the entrance
curtain.  They had not gotten half way along this soft trail when their
soldier and the guards tensed and turned toward the front of the caravan.
Then they all heard the herald of the horns some distance away, signaling
the arrival of someone, it would seem.  Once more the horn sounded, but
louder, as if this trumpeter was only a stone's throw away.  All attention
was turned to the entrance curtain as the most brightly dressed soldier
appeared from within.  It was their commander, Arsalan who came to the top
of the platform and stood tall and proud, at attention.  His only movement
was to wave to Behnam to move to one side for now.  This did Behnam do
gladly, scooping up the smallest one and moving with the other wide-eyed
boys to a place just to the edge of the carpet.

	A great thunder of horse's hooves sounded, approaching as fast as
the wind until the sound stopped completely except for the sound of two
horses still closing in on the crowded area.  As ArAd turned to ask Behnam
the reason for such a display, a cloud of dust appeared noisily, settling
to reveal . . . .

	Their twins!  Hesam and Hami rode right up to the platform without
looking to see that they may have just trampled their loves from an earlier
time. Such was their rush that they only saw their commander, who knelt to
hear the words that they gave him, quietly.  He smiled and nodded his head
as if to acknowledge that he suspected as much, and turned to signal a
guard to hold their steeds.  Then the two stepped off their horses directly
onto the platform, patted their dusty tunics to free some of the dust from
their long ride and disappeared into the assembly room beyond, led by the
commander.

	All three boys turned to Behnam for the answers to the questions on
their lips.  But such was the sound of the crowd, all asking questions of
each other at the display of this important news, that nothing they said
could be heard.  Their attention was soon directed back to their approach
to the great wagon and their lords.  But it was muted by the excitement of
not only seeing the two magnificent young soldiers sweep up to their
destination, but knowing their loves were mere meters away from their
embrace.

	Two guards stood at the bottom of the steps leading to the room in
which their twins disappeared.  They smiled over their chins as the wee one
and his companions approached with Behnam in hand.  While the rest of the
crowd were still aghast at the treatment reserved for princes but placed on
such small, insignificant children, the three beautiful boys were being
adored by the kind eyes of the honorable soldiers that guided their way
inside the great hall.

                                    * * * *

	Through three thick curtains they were led, until they were within
a great hall of color, light and confusion.  Farthest from the entrance was
a raised section with what looked like hundreds of colored cushions, some
fancy, some plain, some huge and some small; with every size between.  On
those cushions were seated five of the most common looking of people,
dressed in the simplest of robes and adorned on their heads with small
turbans; certainly not those of royalty.

	Five men of prominence sat spaced along this dais.  The only way
the wee one could tell of their importance was by those that were at their
sides to serve them.  He was in awe that such important men would not adorn
themselves with the same gaudiness as the people outside waiting to enter
to meet these five men.  On either side of the room were more pillows and
cushions being used by many more people all busy talking and laughing.
Trays of food were being passed around by brightly clothed servants, some
older but some very young as well.  Something else that also struck the
smallest of boys as somewhat odd, was that there were smiles everywhere.
Dignitaries and servants alike had smiles on; and they seemed honest
smiles, not forced.  The one so small turned to see what caught his eye and
he saw one of the guests reach for and tickle the side of a young man,
about ArAd's age, almost making him drop his tray.  All of those that
witnessed such an assault of fun laughed at its victim, who was laughing as
well.  The wee one looked with questioning eyes at his tall friend by whose
hand he was still being held.  Behnam looked down and shrugged.

	"My lords are not the variety that persecute for the sake of their
stature.  They guide, not with fear but with the wisdom that is their gift,
among others."

	There was an audible sigh of relief from ArAd when he heard that.

	"Though once in a while they may just flog someone to see what
might come of it."  Both of the older boys gasped when they heard those
words, until they frowned at their laughing friend for the joke with which
he had scared them.  The wee one giggled at their fun but knew from looking
on the eyes of their hosts that these men were beyond the cruelties of most
noblemen, as he had heard in stories before.

	"Ah, bring them forth, soldier.  Commander, have your soldier bring
the little ones closer.  Have them placed near to us."  One of the five,
the one sitting in the center, motioned to the boys and their chaperone,
even as he turned to find the commander.

	Behnam boldly walked down the center of the room toward his
masters.  The wee one walked easily with him while two other boys were not
as forthcoming in their eagerness to approach.  They slowly made their way
behind their friend and their young lover, looking around them to see if it
was still safe to proceed.  The commander leaned down and whispered into
the ear of the lord that had spoken, who nodded his understanding. As the
group of four drew closer, the man spoke again,

	"But where is the young one; the young one that danced for us?  I
thought she was to be among our guests tonight.  We wish to enjoy her
skills again.  Is she not among you anymore?"

	Behnam was about to explain that the young girl was really Kamshad,
but before he could he was diverted by a short gasp from the dais.  The
commander was staring right at the girl, ah, boy, Kamshad, who had changed
out of the frilly clothes of a girl to take on his more favored role as the
one he wanted to be: a handsome, yes beautiful young boy.  It was this
recognition that caused the gasp from the commander.

	"Uh, I beg your pardon, great lord, but that child is no longer
with our band of travelers.  These three boys are the closest to her, and
have come to honor you as you see fit."  The commander was doing a fine job
of explaining the unexplainable, rather than causing a hardship on Kamshad
to return to the behaviors that no longer suited his desires.  Kamshad
smiled to the commander and bowed to his masters.  As he stooped over in
respect he tugged on the arm of ArAd who also bowed toward his hosts.  The
wee one looked toward the two bent over boys and giggled.  He released his
hand from his protector and walked to the side of the two boys and leaned
over to look into their eyes.  He giggled some more and then did his own
version of a bow, making much of an arm swinging into place at his waist
and then bending over it.  But he couldn't help but raise up his head
enough to peek at his reclining hosts and wink at them.

	Such was the amusement of this act to the great men that they
laughed so loud, pointing to the jester in front of them, that the crowded
room stood still to see what caused these great men their light-hearted
moment.  A blushing Behnam hung his head and the older boys looked up to
see what frivolity had occurred to cause this outburst.

	"Ho, ho, ho.  So cute is your friend, well, all three of course,
Behnam, that they must be as close to us as they can.  Sit now, with them
and enjoy the gifts of our traveling.  Drinks for all and bring back our
two warrior protectors, for they deserve the honor of the night as well,
having brought us such wonderful news as they have."

	"But, your kind sir, they are unclean by their hard ride from afar.
It would be unseemly . . . ."

	"Oh, nonsense, Arsalan.  They are the most deserving.  Where are
they; at once?"

	A curtain parted and the two twins appeared, as confused by the
request as their commander, for neither had changed or even cleaned the
dirty trail from their bodies.

	"Hesam!  Hami!" shouted ArAd when he saw his heroes again.  His
excitement was shared with the wee one who pulled on his favorite soldier's
arm to take him to their sides.  Their progress was thwarted by the hosts.

	"So you know of our best men, little ones.  They are the finest
protectors a man can have."  The other lords agreed, with enthusiasm, at
their partner's remarks.

	"Or boy, your lord.  That is unless that boy is a fourteen, going
on sixteen year old hero himself."  The voice was that of Hesam who, at his
brother's side, was being washed by two young servants.

	"You speak of wonderful stories again, my friend," said yet another
of the lords, all five of whose attention was on the three boys in the
midst of the hall, progressing toward them.

	"Oh, kind sir, it is true as he says," spoke Hami. "Our friend,
ArAd there, saved his little friend from an attack of thieves, while we
were off defending them from others.  He is truly to be honored."

	Silence.  Then all of the five lords leaned in together and talked
softly amongst themselves.  Of course, ArAd was a bright red, much to the
delight of Kamshad, Behnam, the twins and the wee one, all who smiled at
his name being honored.  ArAd looked up at his twin heroes with a sneer to
tell them of the embarrassment they had caused him.  But he was getting so
bad about hiding the truth that he broke up in laughter at the spirit of
their jest and the love they certainly had for the two young travelers.
Hesam and Hami echoed his laughter more than before and turned to be
stripped of their tunics to receive fine, light togas with a silver sash on
each.  They turned back and all three boys gasped at the beauty of their
bodies, framed by the lightest material that showed off every muscle and
form of these magnificent specimens.

	"It is decided!" shouted one of the lords.  "Boy hero, approach."
The commander leaned to whisper something into the speaker's ear.  "Ah!
Then ArAd it is.  Come to us ArAd, hero of your young boy there."

	Had it been only a bit quieter, amidst the whispers and side talk
of those present, one could have heard, with no doubt, the knees of one
nervous fifteen year old boy.  He didn't move, except for the shaking.
Kamshad released his hand and tried to push him closer, but he moved not.
Behnam patted his shoulder for confidence; still he did not move.  He saw
the two twins walking toward him and waving him on, but move he did not.
Then the one so small came up to look in his eyes.  He reached for his dear
lover and bent his head down just enough to bring him even with the smaller
boy.  Then he pulled him to his lips and kissed him; hard.  He pulled back
then and smiled his smile at his devoted friend, then let his hands drop to
his side.

	A glow seemed to shine through the boy as the crowd of onlookers
gasped at the public show of affection.  Then a cheer went up and it was
accompanied by a confidence that emanated from ArAd and made him stand up
tall and straight.  He winked at his little lover and turned to face his
hosts.  Then he walked boldly to their presence and bowed the most
dignified of bows one could imagine.  Such was the demeanor of this young
man that all five of the great men were taken back for just a moment before
their heads tipped in acknowledgement of his respectful gesture.  As he
looked at the men with awe, but with the renewed confidence he was given by
his young mate, he noticed one or two of the men leaning to look past him.

	"ArAd," said the middle lord, "What of this tale we hear?  And
please introduce us to this young boy whose life is preserved by your
heroics."  ArAd gulped and stood still.  His thoughts were on the places he
had been, the life he had led before coming into the presence of the one he
called his little lover.  He did not know how an introduction went, or how
to talk to such greatness.  But an amazing thing happened.  One of the
lords, the one on the end, gave a short laugh and nodded his head in
recognition of what was happening before the lords.

	All eyes were on the source of this short burst of laughter and all
mouths awed when they saw him begin to rise up and walk toward the boy that
was standing alone at the foot of the short riser.  None was more nervous
than ArAd when the lord, draped in his long robe, modest though it was,
approached the boy and knelt by his side!  The silence in that great place
was only accentuated by the tension that was mounting among all but the
four other lords.  They were smiling at their partner's actions and nodding
to each other.

	An old hand went to the shoulder of the young boy whose eyes were
shut tightly, in fear of the punishment for whatever transgression had
caused such an act by one so noble and important.  Then the hand that
touched him rubbed him gently and the man leaned and whispered to ArAd.
Slowly, the tension left the boy and his eyes opened.  A few more whispers
and his mouth opened in amazement.  He turned to look into the kind, wise
eyes of the man at his side.  More whispers, answered by nods, at times,
from the boy, then more words.  A gesture or two, followed by more
whispering, after which the smiling man moved back a bit and nodded to
young ArAd.

	ArAd looked at the man one more time and received a slight nod.  He
turned to the four remaining lords on the riser and cleared his throat.

	"Ahem!  Good lords, I am your humble servant, ArAd, of less than
noble means.  But it is with the greatest pride that I call my little one
my friend.  I would give my life, my everything for him, though I thank
Allah that he did not require that of me."  The other lords were enjoying
his words coming forth, often slowed as he turned to look to the one
kneeling close by.  Another slight gesture and he was off again.

	"May I introduce my friend and, uh, well, lover, to you, my lords?"
Despite the gasps from all except the fine lords and his friends, ArAd
turned and motioned to the one so small.  Now it was his turn to blush.
His head went down as he walked the few steps to his partner's side.
Immediately, the arm of his dear friend went around his shoulders and
pulled him close, giving both more confidence.

	Then the kneeling lord stood tall and addressed the assembly,
turning and raising an arm, to make sure all eyes were on him.

	"And kind people and friends, servants and soldiers too, may I
introduce my new friend, ArAd and his little, well, ha! lover to the rest
of you too.  They are, with their other friends, our honored guests this
evening until we adjourn."  Then he turned to the two boys and held their
chins in his thin fingers.  "Come with me, young ones.  You have made five
old men very happy by your pure, sweet love and innocence.  You are welcome
to our table to sup with us this night and . . . ."  He looked up to his
other four friends and saw their energetic nods.  Then he continued, "all
of the nights to come, such is your delight to our spirits."

	Soon, all was a buzz of guests and laughing and food.  Some of
those outside were allowed in to sit at the far end of the great space.
They were stunned upon seeing the ones so close to the great lords.  Three
small boys and those dusty, well, beautiful twin soldiers, sitting between
the lords, talking as freely as one would to his friends.

	After some time, a laugh again heralded the silence of all that
heard it.  Two of the lords pointed toward Kamshad and were heard to say,
"No-o.  It cannot be!  You jest with us, young one.  Let us see what you
know of the dance then.  Come on.  You must prove it to someone who lives
in doubt daily.  Up with you."  And they both, as one, laughed again.

	Kamshad was put to the test and he was so comfortable with his
surroundings that he jumped to his feet.  He closed his eyes and stood
still for just a brief time.  Almost imperceptibly, one could see his hips
begin to move.  Music was signaled to play and the swaying increased.
Soon, the boy was totally involved in one of the most beautiful, sensual
displays of erotic dance.  His hands went to every part of his frame,
cupping some and rubbing other parts as though his lover was doing his
bidding on him.  His movements increased to a high point and then, he
stopped!  Shouts were heard; gasps too, as the boy sat down with his
friends.  All eyes were glued to this boy of such dramatic skills.

	"It is you!  You are that girl, you boy!" said one of the two lords
that had enticed Kamshad to prove he was that young maiden.  Then all of
the people on the dais laughed and laughed.  Try as they may, they could
not get him to repeat his performance.

	As time passed, each person talked with the others, sharing stories
and adventures, except one so small that sat taking in sights and sounds
unlike anything his young life had experienced up to that time.

	At some point, not too late, but when the mood seemed right to the
five men, all other guests were excused except for those on the dais.  When
all had settled again, one of the great men, the one whom ArAd had come to
know and love, having helped him through a difficult time, announced,

	"I beseech you to turn your ears to hear my words, all who we count
as friends, even among our favored servants, too.  It has come to our
knowledge, by much effort and danger I'm sure, by our hearty twins, that we
are very close to our goal.  Three sun's time will find us so close that we
will make our way in a smaller caravan until such time as we reach our
ultimate goal.

	"As only some of you know we are not fully aware of our
destination.  Our knowledge of this occurrence is of the strangest kind and
we will be aware of all things possible to continue to learn more of what
we seek.  Bear with us then and we will end these many moons, twenty as I
count them, of our journey shortly.  Until then, be of good cheer for soon
the time will be upon us to celebrate together, the meaning of this time.

	"But first, my friends and I have been asking this question.  It is
of the smallest boy among you.  All of you have come together in such a way
as to prove your devotion to our littlest guest.  It seems that many of you
have come into our presence as a part of the role you played in protecting
this sweet and beautiful young lad, here.  But, my boy, what is your story?
What has brought you here with us?  Do you seek our wisdom or do you need
our wealth in some way?  Tell us, please."

	The wee boy of whom he spoke shifted a bit uneasily; not worried,
but trying to express himself in a forthright way, to the understanding of
those of such great importance.  As though a door was drawn open in his
thoughts, he had his answer of how to express his purpose, his calling.

	He was seated with his legs together and under him, his small
buttocks nestled into the seat made where he sat on his ankles.  His face
as always was of total beauty and innocence, a look that was unmistakable
to all around him.  As he sat, there was a movement at the corners of his
mouth.  It increased more and more, the look on his masters' faces of great
interest in this young being.  More and more his face changed into his
greatest smile up to then.  It glowed from his gleaming eyes, his red
cheeks and his thin red lips, so perfectly turned to reflect his center of
love and devotion to those in his midst.  He had pushed himself up just
some to show the intensity of this smile for them.  Silence permeated
strongly among the recipients of this show of love, as it glowed upon each
of them.

	This smile lasted a bit longer than anyone, having received his
light before this, could remember.  When he was finished, the silence
continued for some time.  Then the five great men looked at one another and
rose as one.  An 'awe!' filled the room, since that combined movement had
not happened before that moment.  They simply left the room, talking
quietly to each other, as though in deepest thought about ideas and work
that no one else could fathom.

	The commander was beside himself, not knowing what the proper
procedure was to follow such a display.  The twin, Hesam, rose to speak,

	"It seems clear that these wonderfully wise and generous men, our
lords, have been overcome, as we have at some time, by our little one's
love and kind smile.  Let us depart then, and make us ready for their words
on the morrow.  Be well all and sleep a dream-filled night in total rest
and peace."

	Almost as if in a trance, those that had witnessed the smile of the
wee one rose and left the great hall.  So also, the three boys, also
Behnam, Hesam and Hami left for the boys' wagon.  All were quiet as they
arrived at the tented vehicle and reached the side of it and pulled back
the flaps to reveal . . . .

                              * * * *

	Six boys had been taken to serve these men of whom they knew
nothing.  Having been as much as sold to their new master by their parents,
or in two cases, their guardians, they were taught to serve the whims of
those above them.  Well, everyone was above them as they soon found out.
They had been on this venture for more than a passing of all seasons and
were now passing another and heading into the second time that the season
they were in had come around.  Their work was not exhausting and the
kindness was genuine from their superiors.  But there was so little time
for themselves that their bodies ached for the warm feel of their mother's
arms or their family's time together.  When there was time together with
one or two of the other boys close to their ages it was time to take to
task that which was assigned to them.  Until, that is, the very day three
boys were assigned to their care.

	As though they were of one accord, the six boys knew that their
charges could not possibly be important enough for their respect and
dedication.  They were torn by the kindness bestowed upon them by their
elders, and their suspicion of whatever story had convinced their masters
to befriend these new boys.  That had them as upset as they were curious.
All thoughts of such lunacy on their part were laughed away when they began
to realize the greatness of these boys and their show of love and
tenderness to those that they had just met.  Was it only because they were
of the same ages or was there something else that was a part of these boys
that spread to the hearts of the six who were soon, more than just aides;
they were friends too.

	When the three handsomely dressed boys left the wagon for that of
the lords, the six naked boys were less than curious about their new
friends' time away from them.  They were so pleased that they were allowed
to stay together, though, more likely, just forgotten.  No sooner had the
flap closed behind their three special boys than six young, vibrant boys
began to make the most of what time they were able to enjoy together.  And
they were of the opinion that the kind of time they wished to enjoy was
one-on-one time with each other; or at least one on the other, maybe more.

	Should someone have wandered by during their time together, the
grunts and slurping sounds would have filled the air as thick as the heat
that was caused by their rutting friction.  It started with some casual
petting, because, though the boys were together in twos and threes quite
often, it was not until their time with the three beauties that they had
any perception of the others' interest in the games of adolescent boys.
Warm hands smoothed over the flawless skin of the closest naked body,
groans became the language of their time together.  A boy would then lean
into another and kiss his lips.  Then another, seeing his boldness, would
maneuver his sweating form over the closest of boys, burrowing his way into
the nest that was made beneath him, finding the sensuous lips ready to be
parted and overtaken in an assault on the tongue within.  Hands were moving
in every area on every young pale body.  Moaning was added to their groans,
and crescendoed into a song that served to heighten the excitement in their
raging bodies, starved for the feel of the love for one another, that had
been silently building for months.

	Two boys were clasped together as though they wanted to merge
bodies into one writhing body, swaying with their desperate efforts to push
into one another, never getting enough of the other.  Slowly, one of the
boys began to slip lower until his chin was stopped by the hardened
youthful appendage of his lover.  His smile up into the face of the one he
loved at that moment, was returned but with eyes closed in concentration to
keep from reaching their goal too soon.  He yelped as he felt the searing
hot mouth enclose around his prick and was over come by the strong feelings
as the other naked boy tried to suck his life from him through his love
tool.  Too soon he exploded in sharp strong spikes of amazing feelings
touching to the end of his toes and fingers, and leaving him dizzy as heard
the slurping of his juices being relished by the one ravishing him.  So
sensitive had he become that, with great regret, he lifted his lover to
smile at him.  He hugged his young boy to him and fell back onto the pads
behind him.

	They both laughed at this antic until a look of seriousness came
over the one on his back.  He raised the hips of the one over him and then
raised his own, presenting his special gift to his mate.  A look of awe was
on his lover's face as the realization came over him of his next task of
sheer delight.  He spat into the channel before him and, with his tongue,
pushed it into the hot cavern of his boy's nether part.  After the groans
and excitement of his young love had grown loader, he raised up and plunged
forth, so excited was he also that he forgot his place of patience at such
a loving task.  A scream rang out throughout the tented room that told of a
pain laced with the awesome beginnings of total fulfillment.  Never had the
boy on his back been penetrated like this and never had the feelings been
so wonderfully strong.  They both had one journey to take and, together,
they worked at reaching it as one.  In minutes neither boy could believe
how high they had been flying.  They both began to gasp as though gulping
for air, until they came together shooting the signs of their love for each
other into the air and into the darkness within.  Exhausted and happy, they
lay, stuck together for as long as the softening umbilical stayed lodged in
its place.

	Near them, the four younger boys were set on trying something they
had considered but never had enough boys to carry it out.  One of the boys,
perhaps the oldest, but certainly their spokesman, appointed one boy to lie
down; then another with his head between the sublime legs of the other
youth.  The next boy lie down so that he was within reach of the gift he
sought, both to give to his mate and to receive to satisfy his own lust.
Then the fourth boy lay down, presenting himself to the first boy while
enjoying the boyish scent of the third boy, and the tasty looking treat
between his legs.  So doing, they had completed a human, young, naked
square, a boy of such excited anticipation and hunger, making up each side
thereof.  As one they reached for the one on whose thigh their head rested.
Their loving hand caressed the smooth skin and found its way to the center
of their attention.  The handle that they sought was already hardened,
knowing that it would soon enjoy the loving touches of the lover so close
it felt the warmth of their breath.  Tongues finally reached out and swiped
at the solid stick entrapped by the hand around it.  There was no escaping,
and there was no desire to.  As each boy started to pursue their love for
the one they held, moans and shivers filled their senses while wonderful
feelings and tastes filled their mouths.  Soon each was engulfed by the
other, until the movements began to draw the marvelous feelings out of each
boy and spread to each other tenfold and increasing.  Waves of magnificent
warmth and love came over them as hands rubbed and mouths gnawed their meal
to the delight of the recipient.  Then the sparks started to go off in
their eyes, startling them.  They increased and became centered on the
center of each writhing, naked boy, unable to hold still as the feelings
consumed them all.  Then the dam broke, sending gushers of the strongest
waves of ecstasy throughout their sweating bodies, then driving those waves
back for more strength.  Muffled cries and tears were everywhere,
accompanied by their moving, humping forms, involuntarily trying to sink
into the mouth of their lover as far as possible.  At last they rolled back
a ways, still enjoying their unity and laying on the supple thigh under
their dizzy heads.

	Much to their pleasant surprise, two of the boys felt the warmth of
a wet tongue in another place on their young soft bodies, vulnerable to
anyone near them.  Their takers were the two older lads that had recovered
enough to want some more flavors and time touching their younger loves.

	Such was the giving and taking of the their hot bodies, each
rewarded with all he could consume.  And soon enough, as the sky began to
darken outside and the air was cooling just a little, they reposed on one
another until sleep overcame their spent bodies.  If one saw them at their
restful slumber, one might see a pair of lips move as though they had
another boy between them, a dream their minds enjoyed.  Another boy or two
would be found, unconsciously rubbing a tummy or thigh, though he too was
deep in sleep and dreaming of the next time they would prepare their three
new friends for whatever the need was.

	"Such agony to endure," said the older boy, smiling at the young
lover in his arms.  They kissed lazily, but when his hand groped for the
small protrusion between two legs, his little lover gasped at the touch and
removed the hand with a sleepy, quiet snicker, before drifting into
peaceful sleep.

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This ends the Eighth Chapter of One Gift To Give
I hope you are enjoying it so far

To be continued with The Ninth Chapter
We are very near the exciting conclusion.

OGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTGOGTG


[Author's Note:  Since this is a gift given to those that send emails to
show their appreciation of all the work Nifty authors do, and, keeping that
in mind, since so few people are reading this story or liking it, based on
the number of emails I've received so far, I have decided to send the next
chapters, until it's conclusion, to only those whom I've received at least
one email from following the submission of any or each chapter, or can tell
me they frequently email Nifty authors.

If this doesn't settle well, or it will make your anonymity compromised,
tough shit!  I have never sold an email address, nor followed it to see who
they really were.  And if you can't figure out how to get an address that
is a little more discrete, then you are having a hard time clicking on the
story to read it anyway. Being the confident person I am, I believe that I
really only have to worry about the four people so far that have emailed
me.  Of course, this doesn't include my editor, who didn't know this
section was going on this chapter and will probably disown me anyway.]


Happy New Year,
Matthew Templar


matemp1148@yahoo.com