Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2004 17:46:41 -0500
From: Rhaven <rhaven2002@hotmail.com>
Subject: Path of Angels Chapter Seven

This story contains Man/Boy situations. This is a work of pure
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The Path of Angels

By RHAVEN


CHAPTER SEVEN

Sandy didn't have to be told it was as Jaron had put it 'Naked Day. He
removed his speedo and sat down on my stomach.

"You've been busy today." I said putting my hand on his knee.

"Yeah. sorry again about ." He stopped and smiled at the other boys.
"Well you know."

"That's all right, maybe tomorrow?" I whispered.

"Maybe. I hope." He said with a glorious smile.

"Sandy I was here before you." Rudy groaned. Something I thought would
never happen to me, boys fighting to sit in my lap.

"I can't stay long; Rudy is it okay if I sit here until I leave?"
Sandy said nicely.

"Okay, but I'm next after you leave." Rudy said more to the twins than
to Sandy.

"What are you up to, Sandy?" I had to ask. Sandy lay down across me,
so that we were face to face. My hands instantly went to his butt.

"It's a secret. but a good secret." He said with his lips only inches
from mine, his breath warmed me.

"Dang, I lost my spot." Jaron said as he returned. "I should have
called 'shotgun'." He laughed and sat between the twins and was
instantly attacked, with pinches and giggles.

"I should tell you and all of you." I directed this to everyone. "I
love you. I love you guys."

It felt wrong for me to say this only to Sandy. I loved them all
equally, with perhaps a bit more for Sandy. However, I would never
tell them that, I wouldn't even tell Sandy. Not that he would abuse
this knowledge, but it might make him feel bad for his friends.

"I . we love you too Daniel." Sandy said and then kissed me. We kissed
and kissed, my hands squeezing his buttocks, until at last we parted.
"Tomorrow. Daniel. tomorrow." Was all Sandy said.

He got off me and picked up his speedo. "Got to go, see you later.
guys, don't keep Daniel up all night, okay?"

"We won't." Rudy said happily and he crawled on top of me. I just didn
't understand why Sandy always had to leave, of all the boys, I could
have spend days with him alone, together. However, Sandy and his
secret project made that impossible. I could only hope that he would
reappear later tonight.

Rudy curled up into a ball across my stomach and chest. I rubbed his
back and butt for a while, until I became so lazy I had a hard time
keeping my eyes open.

"Anyone want supper?" I asked, hoping that a meal would wake me up. Of
course, there were no objections to eating, so the group headed to the
kitchen. The twins must have been feeling ignored, for they clung to
me like glue as we prepared sandwiches. It was a surreal experience
working in the kitchen with twins stuck to my sides and holding onto
my penis as if it was a security blanket. Thankfully Jaron helped in
making the meal or else it would have taken me hours. With brothers
clinging to my penis, I had to take baby steps to get from the counter
to the refrigerator. I wasn't sure they would release me to eat, but
perhaps hunger was stronger than the urge to cling to me. I'm sure
there are people who grow accustom to nudity, like a banker to money,
after a while, it's only paper. But for me, every few seconds I would
stop what I was doing and look around me at all the natural beauty.
The nude body is underrated; it is seen by some as obscene and
forbidden. It should be looked at as we gaze upon a landscape or
sunset. It is this creation of bone and skin, its smooth curves and
bends, that out does any mountain range or ocean view in its pure
exquisiteness. Maybe that was why I became an artist; I was one of the
few who could see this beauty.

We finished our sandwiches and went back to the living room to watch
another movie. It had been decided, with a lot of arguing, that Rudy
would pick the next movie. I lay on the floor with the twin, giving
the couch to Rudy and Jaron. I lay on my stomach, propping my head up
with my arms. Edwin climbed on my back and Edgar squeezed himself next
to me. The movie Rudy chose was E.T., which seemed to please everyone.
The movie had only just begun when Edwin slipped down my back
silently. I felt his erection slide between my butt cheeks and the boy
pumping his hips. Now there wasn't any penetration, it was more like a
boyish hot dog in a bun. No one else seemed to notice what Edwin was
doing, if Edgar had known, he would have insisted in joining his
brother. At a few minutes of the boy humping me, with me trying not to
laugh at the hilarity of the scene, I felt the warm flow of cum ooze
down my crack.

"I'll be right back." I excused myself quietly; Edwin gave me a
blushing grin as I rushed myself to the bathroom to clean up.



Upon my return, I found the twins snuggling together and whispering.
Obviously, Edwin was sharing his experience with his brother. I shook
my head at the thought that Edgar would now want to try humping me. I
glanced over at Jaron and Rudy, who were wrapped together on the
couch, Rudy appearing to be asleep. Not wanting to disturb them, I
laid back down on the floor. I wasn't surprised when the twins
snuggled up to me, each on either side. I was thankful that Edgar did
repeat his brother's adventure, not that it wasn't enjoyable, I was
just tired of running to the bathroom to clean up.

Rudy woke up just as the movie ended; he moaned loudly and slapped
Jaron. "Why didn't you wake me up. I wanted to see E.T."

"Sorry." Jaron laughed and jokingly slapped Rudy back.

"Another movie?" Edwin asked me. I looked out the window to see it was
night.

"Why don't we call it a night?" I said to a chorus of disappointed
moans. I rolled my eyes and sat up. I had to remind myself who the
adult was here, it would be too easy for me to give in to their
disappointed looks.

"Can we tell scary stories?" Jaron said suddenly. "We could go to the
bedroom and turn off all the lights. so it's real dark. that would be
cool!"

The boys begged for the idea, once again my eyes rolled, but I agreed.
I was the last one to make it to the bedroom; the boys had ran with
the speed of excitement. I climbed into bed, sitting on the pillows
with the boys in a circle around me. Apparently it was my
responsibility to tell the 'scary stories', for all eyes were eagerly
staring at me. Bad decision on the boys' part, I considered myself an
expert on ghost stories. At one time, I had been a fanatic on learning
everything I could on hauntings. I read everything book I could about
ghosts, poltergeist and haunts.

"There was this couple, David and Nicole. All they wanted was to have
a perfect life and a perfect home.." I began, using my deep voice to
create the eerie mood of the story.

I did my job well. too well. My story of David and Nicole was so
successful, the boys begged me not to tell another story.

"All right, time to get some sleep then." I ordered and was amazed
that no one disagreed or argued. On my left, the twins snuggled up to
each other, with Jaron and Rudy to my right. I had boy's hands all
over me, feeling like a favored toy I closed my eyes. I didn't sleep,
in fact I had no plans on sleeping. I waited patiently until I knew
all the boys were slumbering and then slipped off the bed. I had work
to do, since Jaron had opened my eyes to my art, it was all I could
think about. I found my supplies and the largest canvas Kathy had left
for me. I set up the easel in the living room and grabbed a charcoal
pencil. I didn't need to draw up ideas for the painting, I already
knew what it would be. I easily sketched the outline of my idea, the
pencil feeling more like an appendage of my body.  When I draw, the
charcoal line has texture, curves and weight to me; it isn't a 2
dimensional line, but a physical object with depth and warmth. I drew
the scene with absolute detail, taking my time to pull from my mind
the feelings and smells to inspire me.



"You're still up?" Sandy said tiptoeing into the cabin.

"Sandy!" I burst into a huge smile. I looked over at the clock to see
it was 2 am in the morning; hours had passed instantly while I was
mesmerized in my art. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Fell asleep while I was working on. I fell asleep." He said almost
blushing. "You're painting again?" He said excitedly.

"Yes. I'm almost finished sketching it out. I'll wait for tomorrow to
start actually painting."

"I read that you didn't paint any longer." He joined me in front of
the canvas and grinned.

"You sure know a lot about me." I said jokingly, though felt a ping of
fear, wondering how much he really knew.

"When Dr. Coyer took us to see your exhibit at Madre's Art Gallery, I.
I fell in love with. your art."

The mention of Madre's made my heart skip a beat.

"Did you know there are websites just for you on the internet?" Sandy
hugged my arm.

"I heard there was." I said innocently, not willing to tell Sandy I
had searched out the sites.

"I'm glad you're painting again." The boy said so kindly, that I had
to sniff back my tears. His voice was filled with such honesty and
sincerity; it struck me deep into my soul. He was truthfully 'glad'
for me.

"Sandy. I've missed you." I said quietly. "I wish we could spend a
little more time together."

"I'm sorry Daniel. I'm almost finished. finished with what I've been
working on. We can spend all the time you want now." He squeezed my
arm tighter.

"Halleluiah." I cheered and pulled Sandy into a hug. I ran my fingers
through his long shaggy hair and saw him yawn lazily. "My bed is full,
would you mind sharing the couch with me?"

"Sounds good to me." He giggled and slipped out of his speedo as we
stretch out onto the couch. We were stomach to stomach, Sandy giving
me gentle kisses. He suddenly stopped and started running his hand
over my face. His fingers ran the length of the scar on my forehead.

"Does it still hurt?" He asked as he delicately touched the scar.

"Only once in a while. I get headaches from it. Do you know how I got
the scar?" I had to ask.

"Yeah. I read about the tornado on one of your websites." Sandy moved
his hands to my cheeks. "I'm sorry about what happened to Zachary."

My soul screamed, but outwardly, I only nodded.

"You. you loved him very much didn't you?" Sandy asked quietly.

"I did." Was all that my voice would allow me to say. That had been
the question wrecking my life. I had loved him, but in those last
minutes, that love was tarnished by my arrogance. I was a bastard, who
yelled at a boy for defending himself, in those dark last minutes, I
had failed him. His last memory of me was of my anger.

"Zach was a special boy." I started to say, trying to find word to
describe my feelings. "He deserved a longer life than he was given. I
felt like my life had ended with his."

"But your life now? Do you still feel that way?" Sandy asked almost in
a panic. I kissed his nose and smiled.

"I'm not the same person anymore. I'm seeing the world differently
now. Hell I'm painting again, that's a good sign. I'm not worry about
fame and glory anymore, I just want to be Daniel Caruso." I was
suddenly hit with the realization that I hadn't talked about this to
anyone. It was so easy to telling this to Sandy, maybe that is why the
boy owned my heart.

"So fame isn't that important now?" Sandy asked, his hands how
fiddling with my hair.

"Not anymore. I just live now. whatever that means." I laughed. Sandy
smiled and kissed me once more before resting his head on my shoulder,
apparently hearing everything he needed.  I rubbed his back and butt;
I couldn't keep my hands off his ass, even if I wanted too. Finally,
Sandy's breathing changed to deep soothing breaths and I knew he had
fallen asleep. I closed my eyes and quickly joined him in slumber
land.



I opened my eyes, inhaled deeply at the morning air. I looked over at
my canvas and grinned. It was time to start painting. I carefully
freed myself from Sandy's sleeping body and tiptoed to my room. The
four boys on my bed where a wreck of twisted limbs and bodies as they
slept. I found my shorts and a t-shirt and dressed in the kitchen.
Quietly I started painting. I knew that once the boys started waking
up, I'd have to stop, but that was all right. I didn't want to rush
this painting, I wanted to savor each stroke, each new color I added.
I wanted this painting to be absorbed into my spirit and soul. It was
after all my return to the arts, my return to my life. No, not my old
life, this was the creation of my new life. I didn't want to be that
man I was, before the accident, I wanted to be the man these boys saw
in me.

Rudy was the first to awake; I hadn't noticed his arrival in the
living room until I felt him hug my waist.

"Good morning." The still nude boy said.

"Good morning sweetheart, did you sleep well?"

"I missed you last night. didn't you sleep?" He asked wrinkling his
brow with concern.

I pointed to Sandy. "We shared the couch."

"Oh, good." Rudy rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked at the
canvas. "Could you show me how to paint sometime?"

"I should could. I hear you're an excellent artist."

Rudy blushed and giggled. "I'm not that good. but I really want to
learn."

I cleaned off my brush and put away my paints. I had painted enough
for the moment, time to be with the boys now. It's funny, in my old
life, I would have thrown a fit in being disturbed while painting. Now
I only found happiness in stopping and turning my attention to this
wonderful child.

"Jaron said." Rudy started by quickly closed his mouth as if too
embarrassed to continue.

"Jaron said, what?" I encouraged.

"Could we have a bath. before anyone else gets up?" He asked
nervously.

"A bath, huh? Okay, let's take a bath."

Once again, I sat in the tub, this time with Rudy between my legs.
That feeling of caregiver returned to me as I washed the boy. Sandy
appeared and stretched out his arms with a relaxing moan.

"Good morning." He said as he climbed into the tub behind me.

"Did you sleep okay?" I asked as Sandy rested against my back,
wrapping his arms around my waist.

"I slept great." He sighed. I returned to my duties in washing Rudy,
soaping up his back as Sandy lazily leaned into me.

Ain't life good?