Date: Wed, 20 Aug 2008 07:24:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: Matthew Templar <matemp1148@yahoo.com>
Subject: Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 38

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Never Take Love For Granted - Chapter 38


	"It sure is," I said with some disappointment.  Grant snapped his
head back at me and gave me daggers in his stare, for saying it that way.
I'm sorry but I was looking forward to more time with my Grant.  At least
he showed his delight to the little . . . munchkin.  Of course, Petey,
bless his innocent heart, had no idea what I'd done.

	"You sure are, Petey.  How come you're still here?  Did you forget
to get in the truck with Grampa?"  By then they were hugging like they
hadn't seen each other in weeks, not minutes.  Even though I was
disappointed, I had to smile at them.  Petey was hugging with all his might
and it made Grant start to giggle.  It tickled me too.

	With a big, 'Umph!' Petey let go and stood back, mouth open,
radiating a grin.

	"I asked Grampa Russ, could I stay and wait for you, Grant.  He
said, 'Yes.'"  Then he started laughing like he'd told the funniest joke.
Grant and I looked at each other with some concern for Petey's sanity, but
no more than was typical for at least once during any given day.  "See?  I
wouldn't be here, with you two, if Grampa Russ said 'No', hu-u-u-u-h?  Get
it?"  He said the 'huh' long enough for us to 'get it'.

	"True, Petey," said Grant, swinging his arm around the thin
shoulders of our little comedian.  "What were you wanting to do, ride home
with us?"

	"Nu-uh.  I wanna show you the trail that Dustin and David and me
founded.  It goes alla way ups to the grassy place by our hill.  It's
neato!"  His enthusiasm had Grant leaning in, mouth agape, dancing on every
word as it escaped those pink lips.  It took him a second before he
realized that Petey was done talking and was waiting for an answer.  He
swung his head over to look at me, his eyes asking if I thought it would be
alright.

	Oh, sure, I was gonna say no to them.  I wanted to.  I shivered as
I began to regain some civility.  Of course, Petey missed Grant too.
Besides, I'd had him all night.  Hm-m-m-m, and what a night, and morning.

	"Okay, guys.  See you at the house.  I'll load up the Dodger and
you guys start on back.  I'll probably be waiting for you when you get
there."

	"YIPPEE!  Thank you, thank you, thank you, David.  I knowze just
the way and I'll take real goodest care of Grant soze he won't get hurted
nor nothin'."  He flung his arms around me in the process of his thank
you's, then grabbed Grant's hand and started pulling him toward the other
cabin.  I held up my arm and pointed behind him.  "Oh, yeah.  Come on,
Grant.  We gotz a adventure, huh?"

	I was pleased to see a little worry in Grant's face, though I'm
sure it was more from his fear of the unknown than from missing me.  He
gave a half-hearted wave as Petey almost pulled him over, moving up the
correct trail.

	"Bye!  See you two in a few minutes."

	Then I realized that nothing had been taken out to the Dodger yet.
Oh well.

	As I began to clear our mess out of the little cabin, I started to
let my mind wander.  Have you ever done that for awhile and then tried to
trace your steps back to the original thought?  I'm the only one?  Figures!

	Barely a couple of weeks and I was as happy as I'd ever been.  Not
only did I have the happiness brought on by Russ and Sam, but all the other
people I'd met so far, added up to some amazing adventures.  Then there was
Grant.  I steadied myself against the side of the old clunker as my mind
tried to grasp all that my emotional system was throwing at it.  I quickly
hit overload, but a wonderful overload of the greatest times of my life.
Something hit me down below and quickly brought me out of my daze.  I
looked down to see my protrusion leaking all over the side of the Dodger,
for the second time, no less.

	My mind was bombarded with the best of memories, and soon began to
add the precious few memories when I was growing up.  Generally, they
either included a friend from school or something that I remembered about
my dad and me.  Funny how I must have blocked those times out for so long.
Soon, I felt something splat on my knee and saw a blurry tear sliding down
my blurry leg.  I wiped my eyes and continued my work until I closed the
door of the cabin, then closed the door of the Dodger and fired her up.  I
missed not getting that time with Grant, but the time with my dad was well
worth it.  I really looked forward to introducing him to my extended
family.  I just knew he and Russ would hit it off.  I couldn't tell you
why.

	My mind was finally jiggled and batted back to the present as I
swung the old heap around the last turn and made my way up the driveway to
our house.  Heh, that sounded so nice.  Not just the building, but the
people that made it a home.

	I pulled up and stopped by the main door.  Within a few minutes
Russ, Sam and Clayton were helping me empty out the back end.  Sweaty and
hot, I made my way into the cool house and plunked myself onto the nearest
couch, waiting for my two adventurers to come huffing and puffing into the
house.  But after about thirty minutes of small talk, I was looking around
and at the back door.

	"Ha!  Good Lord, man.  Don't tell me you didn't realize that they
beat you home by a good ten minutes?  Ha!  They went down to your room to
wash off the sweat.  Lord only knows what's become o' them."  Russ was only
trying to help, I'm sure, but it didn't keep me from feeling pretty stupid.

	Clayton had left to pick up Dustin so I didn't have a third
chatter-mouth to let me in on all the important information.

	I made my way down the two flights to our room.  The door was
closed but there was no lock on it.  I opened it slowly, not knowing what
to expect.  But, there they were, in bed together.  Just the way they
wanted it.

	Zonked out.  They were even a little wet from their showers.  There
were no covers needed so I was given the joy of feasting my eyes on two
almost perfect specimens of male youth in the way male youth should always
be presented - naked.  They weren't touching; that would have been too hot.
They lay on their tummies with their arms and legs splayed out wherever
they landed.

	I told myself that, if they were going to sleep tonight they needed
to be awakened.  I also sold myself on the only logical way of doing that
as gently as possible.  I was only thinking of them, you know.

	I sat softly between their prostrate bodies and laid my hands on
two perfectly round, baby smooth, bottoms.  I lightly rubbed each boy, not
neglecting the other cheek.  There was some movement, but not enough to
indicate that I was doing a good enough job of waking them.  I resumed my
gentle manipulations, hoping they wouldn't respond too quickly.  After all,
if Grant went to bed and couldn't sleep that night, I could probably come
up with something to make him tired.  In fact, I noticed that the
'something' on me was coming up right then.

	That didn't stop me from my work in hand.  I traced circles around
each succulent sphere and then let my fingers graze the pathway between
each set of boy flesh.  That made Grant moan and Petey pull his legs in
just a little.  Now, only in the spirit of research, I felt it my duty to
see if I could duplicate their response to certain stimuli.  It was amazing
that it worked the same all those times, except once, when it made Petey
stretch out and spread his skinny legs a little.  I'm sure he was still
asleep.

	I began to knead their mounds a bit more aggressively, knowing that
they'd had at least 45 minutes of nap time.  The moaning accelerated with
the pressure, each boy doing his share of wiggling around on the bed.  My
hands were feeling warm and my enthusiasm with my work was showing up in
one particular place on me.

	"M-m-m.  That's so nice.  You make me feel so good."  Grant giggled
before he went on.  "I'm gonna poke a hole in the sheets."

	"M-m-m.  Why, Grant?  How come?"  Petey's voice was so soft I
almost couldn't hear him.  As I was listening to the boys talk back and
forth, I realized that I had stopped my stroking them and my hands laid to
rest on a thigh each.

	"Cuz what David's doin' is makin' me hard down there."  Both boys
turned their heads and would have been looking into each others' eyes had
they been open.

	"Oh, uh-huh.  I know.  I likes it too, David."  His hand went
behind him and, finding mine on his thigh, moved it back to his little hind
end.  I suppressed a laugh pretty well, but I didn't neglect his need.
After all, I was only thinking of him.

	"I gotta pee, Grant."  I did bring out the best in the guys, I
guess.  Petey ran off on tippy toes like he was concerned over what might
happen in the time it took him to get his penie to the pot.

	"David?"  Grant's whisper brought my smiling face back into our
room, our bed, his beautiful, glowing face.  He turned onto his hip and
asked, "What'd it feel like for you?  There's no way it could'a felt as
good as it did for me.  I was shakin' all over for forever.  But what'd it
feel like?"

	I snuggled into him; my head was buried in his chest, what there
was of it.  He sweetly put his arms around my head to hold me close.  I
kissed him wherever my lips could reach and stuck my tongue out to swipe
his nipple.  I loved a good gasp.  It told me I'd found just the right spot
for that instant.

	"Grant, I don't know what to say.  It started pretty scary 'cause
no one has ever been in me there before, at least with his penis.  I knew
you were small enough yet, that you couldn't hurt me, but I had no idea
that I could feel so good from your penis moving in and out of me."  I
pulled back and looked into his eyes before I continued.  "I know a lot of
it had to be because it was you doing it.  It was so special that you were
the one to do me.  You remember in the hospital that night when I laid you
down and thought you were asleep and I explored your body?"

	"M-m-m-m.  That's right.  I remember thinking how good it felt to
have someone else doing stuff to my skin in all those places.  M-m-m-m.
Oh, yeah.  That's right.  Then Clayton came in and he did some stuff to you
too, huh?  I forgot about that.  Did he go in ya, too?"

	"Naw.  Just his finger a ways.  Nothing like when you did it.  But,
Grant, I want to tell you that I'm so much bigger than you are that
. . . ."

	"Silly, David," said the returning munchkin, hands on hips,
standing beside the bed.  I had no idea how much he had heard, until
. . . "Everyone knows youse way bigger'n Grant.  He won't grow that tall
till he's a old guy like you, huh?"  I started breathing again, thankful
that he hadn't heard about the event that Grant and I were discussing.  He
flopped on the bed and crawled over us, diagonally.  His hips were on top
of Grant's hip and his head was right next to mine.

	Petey reached out and grabbed my head and pulled himself closer and
gave me a nice wet kiss right on the lips, then pushed his hairy head into
my face for his version of a hug at that angle.  He pushed himself off me
and turned his torso toward Grant, which made him fall between us, wedging
him between our chests.  We were all giggling.  He couldn't get his left
arm out from the crevasse so he tried a pathetic hug with one arm.  Okay, I
know.  How could any contact with Petey be anything but amazing?  Certainly
not pathetic!  When I look back at it now, I am reminded at how I had
become used to their naked contact all the time.  It was so perfect to be
that natural all the time that it was almost impossible to conceive.  And
there I was with two boys again.

	As Petey tried to hug and slobber kisses all over Grant's face I
helped by lifting him a bit.  His arm came free to help his other one in
its hugging tasks.  I gasped as I felt my rock solid post slide between
Petey's legs when he tried to adjust his position.  His head bounced up for
just a moment, trying to understand where a broomstick had come from, then
settle with a laugh as he must have figured it out.  He even twitched his
bottom to acknowledge my presence.  I couldn't have been harder.

	Even Grant looked a bit shocked when I pushed through those skinny,
five year old legs and hit him in the thigh.  Honest, I hadn't thrust
forward once . . . yet!

	At some point I grabbed Petey under his arms, the tips of my
fingers almost long enough to each reach a nipple, and rolled over onto my
back.  He was squirming and laughing and Grant was too, enjoying an amazing
little jiggle worm in front of him.

	When we'd landed on our backs, Petey's on my chest and mine on the
bed, Grant got up and started to rub Petey's chest.  His first contact with
the tiny pink nipples made Petey jump and laugh, but he was soon quieting
down as he enjoyed the attention Grant gave him.  My hands were kept busy
sliding up and down the lean sides of our little guy, trying to find the
right pressure so it wouldn't tickle.

	His head had come back to rest on my cheek, pushing my head to one
side, so I didn't see why Petey let out a great gasp.  I shifted my head so
I could look at Grant, but all I saw was a mop of hair and his head bobbing
up and down.  Petey was beginning to really squirm then, pushing himself up
and down like he knew which way to get the most pleasure from a ten year
old's mouth.  Needless to say, I wasn't going to put a stop to it.  All I
felt, besides the warm, smooth baby skin all over my front, was Petey
pushing his bottom into my crotch and doing small circles.  His legs
caressed my shaft with each rise and fall.

	Grant pulled up and looked down on us, smiling; his face wet with
the saliva that he had produced.  Petey let out a moan and lifted his head
to see what happened.  I was relieved that we wouldn't be concerned about
cleaning up a mess all over Petey and Grant.

	"Hey, Grant.  Whated ya stop for?  That was really neat.  I'm all
sticky hot, mostly where David and I are touchin'.  You too, huh, David?"

	"Oh, yes.  You can say that again."

	"Why?"  Petey responded, in a confused tone.

      I had to laugh.  Don't you love it when kids come up with new stuff
that you've heard from time memorial?  Both kids hadn't heard that for some
reason.

	"Ha ha.  It just means I really, truly agree with you, Petey.  I'm
super hot too.  But I love it when you guys want to lay on me."  Uh oh.
There was a gleam.

	"Oh ya do, huh?" said Grant.  He pushed himself up with his arms
and got over both of us and gently began to lay down on Petey, who, of
course, was on me.  "Ya still love us now?"

	Cough, cough.  "Always."  Cough.  "And I hope you'll remember me
when you lay me," Cough, cough, "In a very flat coffin, in about a minute."

	Petey'd flopped his head back.  I was lucky he didn't hit my teeth
or something.  Grant was guffawing as he tried to speak and breathe.

	"What a pansy you are.  Can't take another few pounds on ya?  Oh,
brother."

	"Oh yeah?  You've challenged me, smart-assed one.  Get ready for
your fall."  With that, I started to get up.  It was a challenge but they
weren't heavy enough to keep me down.  I tried to get my arms around Grant
as much as possible so he wouldn't just fall off to the side, but they were
too fat together.  Eventually, amid a torrent of all out laughter and
wiggling, Grant slid down my feet, off the bed and onto his knees.  Petey
stayed on me okay; I just hugged him to me and stood up.

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	As we enjoyed a cool shower together, a cyclone touched down right
where we were.

	"Hey.  Whatcha been up ta while I was learnin' stuff, guys?"  One
thing nice about being naked was you're always ready for water.  Drip-dry
kids are the greatest invention.  Dustin just walked in and joined us.

	"Hey, Dustin!" called out his little brother, who promptly reached
out and hugged him.  "We missed ya too much and you missed all the suckin'
too."  I think both Grant and I were blushing crimson.

	"Not fair!  I want some o' that too!"  It was far closer to a pout
than a request.

	"Guys, let's go up and be with everyone else for awhile.  Remember,
Grant just got back and he hasn't been over here for very long, since the
skunk thing.  'Kay?"

	"Okay."

	"Yeah and 'kay!  He he he."

	"Well, shit.  Okay, I guess."  The last guy didn't sound too happy;
however, I wasn't going to make any promises to him.

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	The afternoon was laid back.  Dinner came and I headed downstairs
to pull on some shorts when I heard that we were having company.  Besides
Aunt Charlotte and Dr. Owen, there was an older couple that was doing a lot
of the planning for the high school reunion that weekend.

	Mr. and Mrs. Foster were nonplussed by the boy's attire, or lack
thereof.  Seems they were warned in advance.  Aunt Charlotte had little to
do with the meeting so she rolled over to see what the boys were doing.
For some reason, I had become antsy.  I didn't want to be in the meeting
and I wasn't interested in the board game the kids were playing.  Clayton
left shortly after dinner to visit his parents.  So I went down to Russ'
room.

	"Hello?"

	"Dad?"

	"Ah, David.  I was wondering when you were going to call.
Everything okay out there, wherever out there is?"  His voice was music to
me.  I never heard it in that way until these few calls, lately.  I was
immediately calmed and soothed by just listening to him.

	"Everything's peachy, Dad.  I can't wait till you get here.  Now,
where is it you're going?  Just the weekend, right?"

	"Yes, in fact, I was laying out my clothes when you called.  My
trip will be a bit more formal than when I'm with you, I suppose."  If you
only knew, Dad.  How do I tell him he doesn't have to bring ANY clothes if
he doesn't want to?

	"Uh, yes.  I'd say informal was the style around here.  With the
heat, we all wear pretty much next to nothing.  There's a pool and lots of
trees and paths, so you can cool off if you want too, though."  Yeah, if
you're standing next to three boys it would certainly be next to nothing as
far as the clothes department went.  I gave a shutter to think of his face
when he saw them the first time.  There was no question as to my attire;
shorts, at least.  Still, I was becoming amused by the thought that he just
might get a kick out of the boys, au natural.  I don't know why.  I was
also becoming convinced that this change that I noticed in him, was really
in me.

	"Well, where I'm going can get plenty hot too.  When I left there,
air conditioning wasn't something you took for granted like it is now."

	"Good!  Then you'll love it even more, 'cause there's plenty of
places to get cool if you want.  The main house is very pleasant, Dad."

	"Sounds wonderful, Son.  I hope we have a chance to just sit and
. . . well, renew ourselves with each other.  I'm so looking forward to
seeing you."  His voice was just a bit hesitant, not like he was making it
up but . . . .  I didn't discover what it was until I started talking
again.

	"I am too, uh, Dad."  The lump was the size of a baseball in my
throat.  I had to be so careful or I'd just lose it right there.  Him too,
I'll bet.  Knowing that, helped a lot.  We talked for awhile about him; how
he was doing just what he wanted to do in retirement.  I wasn't convinced.
The man needed what we had here.  I wanted to present this life to him so
badly.  "There's so much I have to tell you.  Oh, about here too, but other
stuff too.  I, uh, well . . . , I can't wait."

	"I know the feeling, my boy.  Now, how do I make arrangements to
get there?"

	"Oh, yeah.  You said you were coming out West to your meeting,
right?"

	"Yes.  Southwest, actually.  Is that where you are?"

	"Yeah, I mean, yes, sir; it is.  So all you have to do is . . . ."

	"DAVID!  You're wanted up here.  Can you come up?"  Sam's voice
carried even better than it did the first night when I arrived in Euphoria.

	"Oh, shit!  I mean . . . ."  I heard my own dad chuckling at my
swearing.  Huh.  That was a first.  But there were lots of firsts
happening, each time we talked.

	"David, you go.  But wait.  I got one of these new cellular phones.
Let me give you the number.  Call me when there's time.  Soon, though."

	I took down his number and we said our goodbyes.

	Everyone was leaving and all three boys were asleep on the carpet,
as though the nerve gas hit them as they were playing their board game.
There was even a game piece stuck in between Petey's little cheeks when I
lifted him up.  I thought he was more sensitive than that.  He did a
perfect little shiver when I removed it.  Yup, he was sensitive.  Both Sam
and Russ laughed at the sleeping angel in my arms.

	Dustin was the only one to wake enough to walk to his room, while I
carried Petey.  Grant would have to wait for a minute or two.

	"Can I sleep with you tonight, David?  Just this once?  I'll be
go-o-od."  Whine, whine.  He was going to make a terrific teen.

	"What about Grant?"

	"He's sleepin' nice.  Put him in with Petey.  He won't know."  His
hand was on my hip as we walked toward their room.

	"It doesn't work that way, Dustin.  I'll know."  I laid Petey on
the bed, sat on the edge and pulled Dustin in between my legs, my hands
resting lightly on his hips.  He was putting on a great act of bereavement.
"We talked about this, Po-dunk.  I won't do anything that may jeopardize my
relationship with Grant.  I'm sorry, Tiger, but he comes first."  I pulled
him closer to sit on one leg and pulled him even closer into a hug.  He was
limp, well, except for a rising problem between his legs.  Luckily I was
limp, so far.  I'd lost the shorts the minute the guests left, much to
Charlotte's chagrin.  I guess it was too much to hope that a horny eight
year old wouldn't notice how close my penis was to him.

	Dustin's hand went to my belly and slid down until it was covering
my hanging penis.  He lightly rubbed a couple of times before I could take
his hand and put it into his own lap.  So he rubbed there.

	"I know, I know.  If he wants ta do somethin' then we can do it,
but not until."

	"That's pretty much it in a nut shell, buster.  You gonna be okay?"

	"No.  I'll just cuddle up to Petey, I guess.  I'll prob'ly fall
asleep 'ventially.  Uh, David?  Can I have a kiss goodnight?"

	"Sure, Dustin.  I don't see why not."  Not immediately anyway!  Did
I mention I was naive?

	He wrapped an arm around my neck and I strained to turn fast enough
to kiss his cheek.  But his hand caught my ear and pinned me so he laid the
biggest kiss on my lips.  He ground it in and tried to push my lips apart
to assault my mouth.  It caught me off guard and I started laughing.  What
a precocious little butt, and after we'd had our talk.

	He released me and then fell into me and sighed.

	"Yummy, David.  That was the best.  HEY!"  I popped him on the butt
and he sprang to his feet.  Hell, after that kiss, I wouldn't be surprised
if he went outside for a cigarette.  He certainly seemed much more chipper.

	"You conniving little horn-dog, you."  Innocent smiles.  "Get your
hot little butt into bed.  You've got school tomorrow, and so does Grant.
Supposedly, life is back to normal."

	"M-m-m-m.  Then I like normal, David.  Night."

	"Go-o-od night."

	I walked back up to the landing of the main floor and found a
sleepy ten year old rubbing his eyes.  I just held out my arms and he
floated into them and hung his arms around my neck.  His hair was in my
mouth and almost covered my vision; his head was buried in my neck.  I
tossed him a little to settle his hair down so we wouldn't fall down the
stairs.  When we reached our room I laid him on the bed.  He was barely
awake.  I started to walk to the bathroom.

	"I'll wait right here for ya, David."

	Oh, he was still there alright.  When I returned from the ten
minutes of bathroom chores, he was laying there as beautiful as ever, on
his side, in fetal position, sound asleep.  I cuddled up and immediately
started to harden between his thighs.  He reached a hand back to pull my
butt tighter against him and moaned.

	"M-m-m.  Sometime, huh?"  Naw!  That wasn't what he said, was it?
It was said so softly.  My hand went to his hip and slid down to his thigh,
then came to his front and back up his middle, sliding over any objects in
the way; scrotum, penis, navel.  I got my gasp from him; I love that.
That's all I remembered of that night.

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End of Chapter 37

To be continued

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