Date: Wed, 9 Jul 2008 21:34:30 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 36

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 36

	The two boys were stuck to the wall.  They didn't even move more
than their heads after Sam and Russ turned the corner into the living room.
Their eyes were big and their mouths were agape as though they'd caught the
same infection.  They turned toward me and it looked like Petey was going
to start crying.  I knelt down and he ran into my arms.

	"Boys, you know that most of that talk was just tired people
letting off steam.  We all know how much Grant's daddy and Grampa Russ love
him; that will never change.  But, ha ha ha, sometimes things happen that
seem bigger than they are and need . . ."

	"Heck, David, we know all that.  We've caused things like that to
happen a lot, too.  We was just scared cuza we'd never heard 'em yell like
that before.  Our dad yells too but we're used to it, and we always talk
and stuff, too, so it never stays around for long.  They'll patch things
up, won't they?"

	"Boys, this family has been through enough and has come a long way
to get to this place in their lives.  I am positive that they will work
things out.  Now, go love Grampa Russ and Sam.  I'll go get the hard head."
I saw smiles and Petey wiggled to get away so he could run after Dustin.

	"Hey, Dustin!  Leave some lovin' for me!  I gotz to tell `em 'bout
our time with David, ya know!"  Great!  I hope Dustin was smart enough to
keep some of the details a secret.  I hope he could convince his little
brother too.

	I pulled open the door and stepped out into the heat of the late
afternoon.  The shadows were long as the sun looked for a place to hide
behind the tall trees to the West.  But it had already done its work to
heat everything to boiling.  The truck was stopped right in front of the
main door.  I could see inside and didn't see my guy.  I looked at the back
end and didn't see him there, either.  A net covered the whole back
section, to keep the sleeping bags and all the other gear from flying out.

	"Grant?"  I didn't shout.  I just asked in a normal, calm voice, in
case he was somewhere close.  Last thing we needed just then was me to
scare him.  When he hadn't answered after several seconds I turned to go
back in.

	"What?"  Barely loud enough to hear, and impossible to pin point,
but it was certainly my guy's voice I heard.  I turned toward the truck and
saw a hairy bump in the net, several inches higher than the rest of the
cargo.  It hadn't been there before.

	"You ride back there, all the way from your campsite?"

	"What's it to ya?"  Whoa!  Could that have been part of the
attitude that Sam implied?

	"You are 'what's' to me.  I've waited for this minute for three
days, Grant.  I didn't expect to be rejected as soon as you got back.  Did
I do something to hurt you?"  Silence, only that time it was hardly
'golden'.  At least a minute went by and I was seriously thinking of just
going in the house.  It was still quite hot out.  That's when I heard him
crying.

	I walked up to the side of the truck and peered in the back.  Under
the head of hair pushing the net up, was my guy, dressed in a flannel
shirt, jeans and socks.  It finally struck me that the two men were wearing
pretty close to the same thing except for boots over the socks.  I located
the hooks that held the net in place and released one.  It almost snapped
out of my hand.  I was worried that it could really hurt Grant if I'd let
it go.  I carefully released some more of the hooks until one side of the
netting was loose.  I flung it over Grant's head, out of the way, and
reached for him.  His eyes were closed and he couldn't see that my reach
wasn't far enough to grab him.

	"Grant.  Please come to me.  Please?"

	He looked over at me, swung his head at me like I was bothering him
and crawled my way.  When he got to the side of the truck he held his hands
out for me to lift him out.  I leaned in close and was about to put my
hands around him when it all became very clear!  That is, my sinuses were
clear but my eyes were watering!

	He reeked!

	I couldn't help but take a step backward.  It was a little better
than fainting.  He smelled as though he'd been sprayed by a skunk!  But I
couldn't be sure!

	"Skunk," I heard softly from a turned-down head.  "Happened last
night."

	"And you didn't want to clean it off?"  His head shot up and he
glared at me.

	"I did!  Once.  But there was only the lake and it was freezin'.
They wanted me ta soak and soak, so THEY wouldn't have ta smell me."

	"What are we gonna do?  How do we get that off of you?"  His head
fell back down and his hand went out and fell on a cardboard case marked
'Tomato Juice.'

	"Oh.  I've heard of that.  But I'm not sure it really works.  But,
it's better than spending a month in solitary confinement."

	"Hunh!  That's exactly what Grampa said, 'cept he said a year.
David, I'm gonna be sick.  I can't stand the smell of me, and nobody wants
me, not even you.  Can't say as I blame ya."

	"Now Grant.  It's not that bad."  He gave me another cutting glare,
barely bending his head up.  "Okay, it is that bad, but I said I will
always love you and I mean it, Stinky."

	That did it!  The dam burst and he flung himself at me, flailing
his arms and crying as loud as he could.  I think he threw in a few
obscenities that he must have learned around the campfire, or from Dustin.
I had to use my arms to hold him up, his legs wrapped around me, so he had
free reign on my body.  Soon, as he tired, he just slapped my shoulders,
his head resting against my forehead.  He was totally exhausted but we
couldn't even think of resting until we had him smelling like a rose,
though even a harsh fart would have smelled better right then.

	Bingo!  I had an idea.

	"Po-dunk, you wait right here.  I know where we can do this in
style and no one will be bothered or bother us."  I set him on the front
porch and hurried inside.

	All heads were on me as I entered the great living area of the huge
log cabin.

	"David," Sam shouted before I made it to them, "You aren't thinking
of letting him come in before . . . Oh my God!  What'd you do?  Hug him?
Oh, God!"

	Okay, there was some coughing and choking as the scent I brought
with me kept going toward them.  Petey's hands covered his mouth and nose,
while Dustin, who had been sitting next to Russ, turned and buried his head
between Russ and the couch.

	"Russ, I need the Dodger, if you will.  I know where I can take him
and do a good job, away from here and still make him feel good too."  Sam
was curious; I could see that.  Petey, of course was nodding.  Dustin still
had his head buried in Russ' side as Russ handed me his keys.

	"Where in tarnation do you . . . Oh!  I think I got the idea.  Good
choice David; just don't blow up anything else."  Then it was my turn to
glare at someone.  "Ha ha!  You boys do good.  And don't worry how long it
takes, David.  Grant can stay home from school tomorrow to make sure his
pores are cleaned out 'fore he gets razzed by the whole school."

	"Thanks, Russ.  You boys wanna come too?" I kidded.  Both boys
shook their heads violently.  It caused Dustin's butt to jiggle as it stuck
out of the side of Russ, who swatted it once.  Petey smiled and shook his
head, too.  It must have been a first for him to refuse an adventure; I
couldn't blame him.  I turned to head on out.

	"David, take some food.  We haven't eaten in a while, and I'm
guessing you'll be most of the night.  We'll bring you more supplies after
we eat, okay?"

	"Thanks, Sam.  He sure was upset.  Mostly I think, embarrassed and
cold."  I took the offered box of leftovers and drinks and hurried to my
guy, hoping I could get used to the smell at some point.  It wasn't going
to happen any time soon.

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	I parked in front of what was left of my mark on Euphoria, though I
still think the squirrel was not getting the blame he deserved.  (Just in
case you forgot, the cabin blew up when the squirrel knocked over a lantern
that set off the propane, that landed me, stark naked, on the door floating
down the river to be found by my guy.)

	"What are we doin' here?  I'm not going in the river if you think
that's funny!  I'd rather reek than freeze some more.  No, I wouldn't, but
please, David, don't make me freeze my dick off again."

	I looked over at him in the seat next to me, his pleading eyes wet
and his hand on my arm.  It sounded so funny coming from a ten-year-old.
It hadn't been too long that he'd learned some of its other uses, besides
for peeing and a river thermometer.  I had to laugh.

	"Oh, Grant, I'm not gonna make you freeze.  In fact, where I'm
taking you is almost as good as our bathroom at Russ' place."  I was
confusing him, no doubt.  He swung his head to the leftover cabin, then
swung it back to me and looked at me like I was insane.

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	As we rounded the last corner of the path I heard his 'Wow!' come
from ahead of me.  He was carrying the box of food and I had the first case
of tomato juice.  We made the last few yards and set our loads in front of
the door.

	"Wow!  This is so neat, David.  How come there's two cabins here?
Well, one now, mostly."  Of course, he had to snicker at that last thought.

	"This small one isn't for sleeping and stuff.  It's a fancy privy,
Grant.  It's got a shower, a bath and a sauna and, it's got an inside
toilet.  Oh, and we can make it warm."  I grinned at him but he just looked
down at his clothes that smelled like a dying carcass.

	"No one is gonna get close enough ta me to get warmed up for a long
time, David.  I'm pretty sure."

	"Hey, lover.  We'll have you ship-shape in less than a month."
That glare again!

	We both stripped and I set our clothes some distance from the
cabin.  One whiff of that and I was pretty sure we wouldn't be bothered by
varmints for awhile.  The tub was big, but if we had poured this juice into
our bathroom tub, it would have barely covered the bottom of it.  We both
took cloths and started scrubbing Grant.  We only had a few cans of tomato
juice poured in, so we could drain it and start over a few times.
Unfortunately, I was concentrating on getting my boy cleaned of his
aromatic covering more than I was admiring his feel and look.

	There didn't seem to be any noticeable difference as I poured in
the last three cans of red liquid.  We both rinsed with water between
juicings; 'we' because I was sure I had it seeped into me from the fighting
he'd done while in my arms.  I think he was expecting to have turned red by
now.  Well, I was expecting it!

	"Two more cases, boys.  How's it coming?  Hm-m-m.  Not too bad.  We
need to air out this place but it's more bearable than it was a few hours
ago."  Russ set down his box and opened a few windows.  It was certainly
warm enough still to leave the door open too.

	Clayton brought in the last box and opened it up for me.  Then he
wandered over to stand beside Russ, his arm going around the waist of
Grant's grampa, right in front of us.  When we were done rinsing the last
batch off and I was about to pour on another can, Grant held up his hand to
stop me.  He was staring off to his left a little, over my shoulder.  I
turned to see Russ and Clayton in a tongue-lock that looked like something
I'd like to try again, only with my smelly little munchkin that probably
tasted like tomatoes, but I was willing to find out, and soon.  I looked
back at Grant and noticed that his lap had grown a little stiff in the last
few seconds.  Here he was, the love of my life, and I, missing him for
three long days and I still couldn't have him in my arms yet.

	"A-hem, gentlemen!" I said.  Grant giggled for the first time since
he'd been back.  His hand had moved to cover up his excitement, but he was
unconsciously rubbing it back and forth.

	Russ was blushing, but Clayton, of course, hammed it up.

	"There's nothing here you haven't seen before children.  It's about
time Russ had someone to pay attention to his needs; all his needs," He
said as his hand cupped the front of Russ' jeans.

	I was certain that the three of us were redder than the juice that
Grant and I were sitting in, though I could only see two of us; I could
feel my warmth, though.  But something clicked in Russ and his blush turned
into mischief. He grabbed Clayton and swung him around so that one arm was
behind his shoulders and the other was hiked up between the studs thighs,
bending him over like Scarlet wanted to be done by Brett in that saga of
long ago.

	"Oh, beautiful?  And what about your needs?"  He started laughing,
Clayton started laughing and they didn't quit until Russ looked up at us.
We were still looking on in shock, two guys with their mouths hanging open,
eyes bulging in disbelief.

	"Well, you brats!  You know damned well, as soon as we leave,
you'll be doing the same thing together; wontcha?" Russ said while Clayton
straightened up and hugged his man.  They were sure being cute for a couple
of old farts.

	"You guys are really being silly, ya know.  It makes it look like
you two would . . ."  Grant looked at me, then down at his slow moving
hand.  Realization struck him and his head snapped back up to look at them
in a somewhat different way.  "Hey!"  He looked over at me again, so I
nodded my head at him, along with my biggest smile.  His was a more
beautiful shade of blush than I had ever seen, but the cutest part was when
his eyes lit up and his 'Awe' turned into a DeWitt smile to die for.

	"I love you , Grampa.  You too-oo-oo, Clayton."

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	That little diversion gave us the push to go another couple of
rounds of trying to drown the smell out of Grant.

	"Stand up.  We need to eat something before we go on."  I took one
of the many towels piled nearby and started to wipe him down.  I leaned in
to smell his chest.  It was still there but nothing like before.

	"Well?" asked my boy as I straightened up.

	"Let's eat."  He looked like I had killed his hamster or something.
"Really, we have a ways to go, but we've sure made a lot of headway.  It
won't be too long now; I'm sure."

	"Yeah, right."  He smelled at his arms and shrugged.  He'd lived
with it too long to smell it I guess.

	We each grabbed some fried chicken that Russ and Clayton had left
us, from their meal I suppose, took it out to the little porch and then
came back in for a drink.  I'd found a few beers in the cooler so I chose
one.  Grant reached in for a drink behind me and it took me a few seconds
to realize he'd pulled out a beer too.

	"What are you planning on doing with that?  I already have one, but
thanks."

	He made a weepy puppy dog face, even pouty lips.  He slowly raised
it in front of him.

	"David.  I wanna try it, please.  Nobody'll know and I promise I
won't drive or nothin'."

	"Or anything," I corrected.

	"Thanks!"  He tried to grab the church key out of my hand but I
hadn't even gotten my drink open.  Just then I flashed on his dad's
behavior before our talk in the hospital.  If it truly was genetic, I could
be starting something I couldn't control, and I'd feel sick if Grant
latched onto the sauce.  But I was willing to take a chance that he
wouldn't care for the taste of it.

	"Okay, sport.  Go get a paper cup, next to the sinks.  You can have
some of mine."

	"'Fraid I'll spit in yours if I drink from your bottle?" he teased.

	"Come on."  I headed out to the porch with my hand on his shoulder.
We settled down and I set the beer on the other side of me from him and
began to dig into the chicken.  He looked over at it between bites of his
meal.  I was watching him.  He looked like he was going to jump across me
and grab it, so I reached for it and took a long, slow swig.

	"M-m, boy is that good!  Nothing better with chicken than a nice,
cold . . . "

	"Tease!"  His arms were folded across his slightly smelly naked
body.

	"No.  I tend to like my teasing warmer."  The stare or glare.  Ha
ha.  God, he was so cute like that, though I tended to like his smile
better.  I handed him the bottle.

	You'd think it was an ice cream cone.  He looked in it then licked
the top of the bottle.  I could see his expression change then and his
mischievous look take over with a smile.  He licked up the side of the
bottle, enjoying the cold and condensation as thought it were the finest,
hardest, longest . . . all-day sucker there ever was.  He couldn't have
been imagining . . . Naw!  His groans were turning me on.  I knew that was
his goal when he looked into my lap as his tongue caught a drip under the
bottle.  He was almost in a full laugh.

	"I never knew I liked this before, David.  This is really, really
nice.  I could lick and suck this all night."  ARRgh!.  My god, he's
seducing me?  What a little slut, if he even knew what that meant.  I loved
him so much.  He was my little slut!

	"You haven't even tasted the beer yet, you little tease."  He was
giggling too hard to keep it up.  "God, you are beautiful, Grant.  I love
your teasing."

	"Yeah?  I bet you love more'n that.  I think I'll just suck this
whole bottle down me."

	"Good grief, Grant. What's got into you?  Where'd all this talking
come from?"  He was laughing so hard he had to set the bottle down before
he scooted closer to me.  Honestly, his scent was bearable.  As he looked
into my eyes from so close, I could see them fill a bit with tears.  "Hey
there, little lover.  What's goin' on in you?"

	"I'm such a baby," he said, turning to look out into the darkening
night.  "Almost all I could think of was you, 'specially when we were
supposed to sleep on the hard ground.  I wanted to sleep on you.  I don't
think I can sleep good without you now, David.  And what's even worse, I
think Dad and Grampa knew.  I'm such a baby."  I gasped, causing him to
turn to look at me, questioning why I'd done that.

	"Pooy!  You don't think they don't know we love each other?  They
were jokin' at me some.  I guess it was okay they did that, but I missed
you so much it just made it harder."  His eyes lit up and he looked into me
deeply, slowly changing into his smiling countenance.  "Did you hear that?
'Made it harder?'"

	He leapt into my arms, laughing, even though he'd been sitting
right beside me.  Soon I had a lap full of giggling softness and beauty,
and some added odor that I could live with.  But he was so energetic in his
lighthearted ways, so loveable in every way, I had to grab him and hug.

	His arms held me too and we were soon in a hugging match, to see
who could hug tighter and stronger, until someone reached inside, between
us, and started to tickle whatever I could get to.  He'd almost started to
laugh really hard until I touched his wonderful penis.  Immediately, as
though time stood still, his look didn't change, no sound came out of him;
he just enjoyed the feelings that didn't seem to tickle anymore.

	I couldn't resist.  I knew what he wanted.  I wanted to give it to
him so much too.  I gently began to mold my hand around his hard flesh and
rubbed up and down so slowly.  The only change in his expression was his
eyes closing, relishing the soft manipulations of my hand.  My other hand
pulled him closer to me and rubbed his back from neck to cheeks.  After a
minute or so my hand went between those firm melons of baby-smooth flesh.
When I slid a finger along his valley, he gasped and tensed, opening his
eyes in wonder!

	As my hand rubbed in front and the other made its way up to his
neck, his eyes looked dreamy, like he was waiting for that special feeling.
Not one to disappoint too many children this weekend, I had my hand aim for
that warm place once more.  This time my finger slid back and forth as my
hand slowly moved to the center of his wonderful feelings.  I stopped
sliding farther but didn't stop the minute movements back and forth,
directly over his tiny pucker.  He was just a bit wet still and, oh so
tender.  I heard the sweetest, longest growl come from deep inside him.

	His hand reached back, after I'd made several wonderful passes over
his little treasure, stopping my play.  He was panting and I could see his
skin glisten.

	"Oh man, David.  That was so good, so really good, I thought I was
going to faint or somethin'."  He let out a long sigh.  After several deep
breaths, he looked at me with a lusty grin and put my hand back in motion
again.  He was fidgeting in my lap from my other hand on his peg.  His
fidgeting turned into a swinging motion, putting himself into my two hands,
whether on the push forward or the sitting down hard in my lap.  His hands
went to my knees behind him to steady himself as he began to twitch.  My
hand, the one that was behind him, for the most part, was cradling one
cheek in such a way that my fingertips were playing with his most special
hole again.  As his twitching began to build and his moans carried through
the night, I pushed gently until the tip of my longest finger was sucked
into warmth and wetness.  I moved it farther in, getting a gasp and look of
shock from my little cherub as my first knuckle passed by the tightness at
his entrance.  He was, by then, almost jumping in my lap.  It caught me by
surprise, especially when his tight ring pulled my finger up with him at
one gigantic thrust, pushing his boy cock into my other hand.  When he came
slamming back to my lap I had no way to move my finger, so it went in
another knuckle.

	"Oh, ow, oh, ow, o-o-o-o-h-h ye-e-e-e-s!"  He straightened up, like
a dolphin coming out of the water and, hanging in mid-air for forever.
Then he came crashing down into my lap and onto my hand.  His hand
immediately grabbed the hand that was on his penis, removing it from its
sensitive play.  He fell forward to my chest, his mouth partly open and his
eyes glazed over in a look of pure ecstasy.

	Soon, I noticed a slight rocking motion with his hips.  The world
may have thought he was out for the night, but I was feeling a movement
down there that was rhythmic and exaggerated.  I started to pull out my
finger when his hand stopped me.  I was almost too caught up in my mission
of helping him relieve himself of those pent up feelings, to notice that he
was grinding his hips into the very hand that had shocked him moments
before.

	I'd had my first experiences inside another boy just a couple days
before, if only my finger.  The feelings were renewed in my mind of the
heat and smooth lining that sucked at my very happy digit.  But Grant was
different, even in that way.  He was more moist and hot!  Oh my God, he
must have been ten degrees hotter than Elliot.  How do I describe the
smoothness?  If I'd had my finger in one of those boiled cannelloni
noodles, it would be rough compared to Grant and would have fallen apart
immediately, given that my finger was being jerked in and out.

	Grant's moans turned into grunts each time he sat on my hand.  I
tried to make sure it didn't go deeper until his hand felt back to that
finger and touched what was not in him.  His head looked up with the most
soulful, pleading look I've ever seen since I saw the movie 'Oliver'.  His
lips didn't move, but I heard the words anyway, 'Please..., can I have
more?

	I was stunned.  His hips were going as though on their own, his
eyes closing and opening as he sat or rose.  His hands left my back and met
in between us, grasping onto my hardness.  I knew I had to be wet with
free-flowing precum; I always was.  It would disgust him and that would be
all....

	With his eyes closed, one hand left me and slid up our tummies
until it could go no farther.  He pulled it out and covered his mouth, as
though to feel his moans and grunts issuing from pink, wet lips.  I felt
his head going up and down and could just make out that his tongue was
busy, lapping up the juice covered hand of my love for Grant.  After a
while, it returned to my throbbing cock, relieving his other wet hand while
it made its way into his mouth as well.  That did it.

	My brain shut down every practical resource to concentrate on the
sights and feelings, the sounds and smells of a boy's sexual adventure in
my arms.  I was lost to the most intense picture playing before me,
something that would have been impossible to conjure up, even after the
times we've enjoyed each other up to now.  My hips started bucking, driving
my finger into his little prostate, causing him to scream over and over as
it poked the most intense feelings for him.  His hands both grabbed my
raging hot cock between us and pumped as hard as he ever had, up and down.
His hands hit his own steel peg as they passed it, causing it to jump and
twitch without mercy.  It's a good thing too, because I was helpless to do
anything toward helping him.  All I could do was hold on.  My right arm had
pulled out from between us long ago, to hold us close, but its muscles were
contracting without my help, against his bare back, until we were grinding
into each other.

	Grant's chin was on my breast plate as he looked up into my eyes,
his mouth open and drooling, surrounded by the slick wetness of my precum
that he'd wiped over his mouth and tongue.

	There's just a second when I thought it would never end, until it
started to subside, all the marvelous feelings, sounds and smells of sexual
orgasm.  Just as quickly, I was regretting that it would ever end.  I
didn't care how sore we would be, if we bled to death from rubbing each
other for a year, or had heart attacks from the intensity, over and over
again; I just wanted to be like this with my sweet lover forever.  But it
was over.

	"Uh-h-h-h-h!"  His voice was exaggerated as he moaned after several
seconds of complete silence; after even more seconds of uncontrolled
after-shock waves that shot through both of our bodies.  His hand reached
behind and tried to pull me out.  I resisted for his sake only.

	"Wait!  Let me, Grant.  I need to go slowly.  I don't want to hurt
you."  His head nodded against my chest in agreement and his hand went
slack, though it didn't move.  I don't think he had the strength.  I slowly
removed my finger, touching a small bud as it passed from him, eliciting
one last tiny yelp, then a gasp as it came completely out, followed, at
last, by a long moan.

	We both slumped in our weakened state.  I fell backward, pulling
him over, onto me.

	"I'm so glad your home, Grant.  But mostly," I whispered into my
purring boy's ear, "I'm so glad you're mine."

	The cool breeze felt good for a few minutes, but then it began to
cool the moisture that we were both covered with, after our arduous task of
love making.  I felt a little boy shiver, then I caught the cold wisp of
air between us and moved to pull myself up.  The lump on top of me was not
budging.  Why is someone heavier if they are out cold, asleep or useless,
like Grant was at the moment?  I awkwardly got my arms beneath me and
pushed us up, then grabbed my precious package and hauled us both into the
little cabin.  I tried to set him down to spread out the blankets, but he
complained with a pitiful moan so I did the best I could to make us a place
on the floor.  I sat back down and lay back again.  He was in exactly the
same place as when I'd started, laying right on top of me.  Our sticky
bodies felt weird; the kind of feeling you'd wash off before ever thinking
of sleep, but it was too much effort to think about, let alone do.

	I stroked his hair and then his back with one hand.  I gently
massaged his glorious hills of flesh, gently pleasing my hand as it felt
every part of his tail end, even sinking between them slightly to feel the
temperature rise as I got closer to his center.

	"M-m-m-m.  I liked this part the very most, I think, David.  I mean
all of it.  Was it cuz I missed you so much?"  I strained to hear his soft
voice.  I reveled at the feel of his mouth moving against my chest as he
rested his head on his favorite pillow; on me.

	"S'pose it was, Punkin.  I know you felt extra special to me."

	"M-m-m-he-he.  You were in my butt.  I never felt it before.  I
mean nothin' that felt like that."  There was enough silence that I had a
hard time waiting to hear more, like whether he liked what I did or not.

	"Did you like what I did?  Was it okay for you?"

	"M-m-m-m.  It was . . . it was . . . m-m-m-m.  It was so go-o-o-od.
You suppose we could do it again?  Will it still feel that good next time?"
He almost raised his head, but my hand went up to play with his hair some
more so he wouldn't.

	"Sh-h-h.  Grant, my most wonderful little lover ever, you can have
us do whatever you want, whenever you want.  I love to love you."  I tried
to be as quiet as possible, to set the way for our sleep.  It had been
quite a day for him.

	"David?"  His hand gently rubbed my side as he slid over, onto his
other arm so that his leg was over mine and his head found its place in the
crook of my shoulder and arm.  He wound up toying with my nipple,
absentmindedly I'm sure.  "I love you.  I lo-o-ove you.  I lo-o . . . ."

	"Night, sweet pea.  Sweetest dreams."

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End of Chapter 36

To be continued

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