Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 01:44:53 -0400
From: rondoray@webtv.net
Subject: THE OTHER ONES 4

Calling On Joe
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     Mother and Nana both had
a lot of love for us and we had
no qualms about smooching
or displaying other examples
of affection to them, it wasn't
like the love that I shared with
Martin but it was more proper
and respectable.

     I got into her bed but on the
outside of the sheets and then
I snuggled my head into her
shoulder and looked up at her
with a big smile saying "I hear
thunder Mother."

     "Well, the house is sound
enough" she said rubbing my
hair, "Joe is always doing
something to it to strengthen
it so I guess the roof won't
leak and maybe the wind won't
blow us away" she concluded,
stroking my brow.

     "I feel safe and secure and
all protected here Mother,
especially when I have my
head resting under your arm
like this, you feel so nice and
comfy" then she said,

     "I like having you close to
me Christopher, ever since you
were a new little baby and I
breast fed you"

     "Yeah, and also with Martin
on the other side" and we both
laughed warmly at the thought.

     Feeling every bit just like the
beloved child that I truly was I
thought I would go check out
my other source of Maternal
comfort.

     "I'm going to go down and
see how Nana is coming along
on her afghan Mother, do you
mind"?

     "No, you go right ahead,
after all we all will be going to
bed soon" the whole house
went to bed at nine o' clock
every night, even us kids.

     My Grandmother Nadina,
her real name, was sitting in
the middle of the couch as the
only person watching the X-files
on the main T.V. and I sat on
the left side of her and held my
bag of candies out that she had
made for me, "The taffys are
good Nana, would you like to
see"?

     She began to unwrap one as
she said, "Good little boys like
you and Martin deserve little
rewards now and then, you only
can get sweeter" then she
wrapped her arm around me and
said "You're already my Baba
but you're better than others to
me, you and Martin too"

     "Do you mean that"? I said
as I squirmed into her ample
bosom.

     "Better than Rodney" she
said rubbing her face into my
hair.

     "He's not a bad boy Nana,
he just needs some good friends
to play with, then he'll be okay"
I wisely said.

     "Like you and Martin
maybe"?

     "Yeah, we're gonna try soon"
then she pulled me into her big,
soft chest and crooned "Oche
chonye, oche chonye" an old folk
song from Russia called 'Dark
Eyes', she used to sing us to
sleep when we were little babys
and I guess to her we still are,
I hope she never changes.

     Once more she said "You're
both SUCH good boys." and then
I went out to the kitchen to get a
can of root beer from the fridge
for me and Martin before we
went to bed.

    Up in our room Martin was
still playing the 'Playstation 2'
but he had a different program
going, I looked at it and said "I'll
bet I can kick your butt on that
'Space Invaders' game."

     "Let's drink first, then you're
on" and we had our drink in a
way that had become our own
tradition.

     Opening the can of Root
Beer we put two straws in the
hole, then, each taking one straw
we both drank it at the same
time, always like lovers.

     Then I clobbered him at
the vidgame as I knew I would
and as he already had his
jammies on I started to change
into mine, for both of us they
were white cotton flannel with
little 'Teletubbies' running all
over them.

     A little warm for the time of
year but we could get by with
sleeping in just our underwear
shorts, they were 'Teletubbies'
too.

     "If the humidity goes up I
could lose the jammies around
midnight" I said

     "You could lose them now
Chris, I wouldn't mind" and he
rubbed my rump tenderly.

     "I'm game if we don't get
caught, I'll just drop 'em, okay"?
and I lowered the underwear
shorts and the pajama bottoms
to halfway down my thighs and
Martin rubbed my bare, pink,
round, squishy little bum.

     We had the capability to
lock our room door but we left
it unlocked as a gesture of trust
for Mom and Nana.

     He was sobbing, "Chris, I'm
so hot" and I softly said, "I
know" and after we rubbed a little
P.J. in the right places we were
one. unified, quivering mass of
protoplasm.

     He shot off so fast there was
no time to talk about it, then he
went for seconds a little slower,
after ejaculating again he rolled
free and said as we kissed "Can
I do anything for you"?

     As we kissed I noticed how
soft and yet firm his lips were so
I suggested "Mouth down south"?

     He lowered his head to my
crotch and began to softly but
tenaciously engage my penis in
his oral cavity, holy shit, my
heart was  thundering even
now.

     Sweetly, hotly he slid his
sexy lips up and down, not
without the skill he needed to
inflame my soul to an even
higher fever pitch, flicking his
tongue just so, varying his
speed, moving his head way
around, oooooooooo.

     He grabbed onto my butt
cheeks and pulled me into his
mouth as deeply as possible,
grabbing his head I thrusted
my hips forcefully into him
crushing his red, moist lips,
pumping, probing, oooooooh,
''OH MARTIN, OOOOH, I'M
CUMMING!!!'' I screamed,
then it was over.

     We kissed and he softly
said "We'd better get to sleep,
we're going to be busy
tomorrow"

     "I hope we can sleep after
all that excitement" I had to
say, "Do  you have a strong
mind"? he said and he rolled
over on his side facing away
as I sadly looked at his
backside, crawling with
teletubbies.

     ('What a target') I glumly
thought, then, knowing the party
was over for now I rolled over
facing the other way also
thinking ('Let him make the first
move if he wants to repeat
history') and then we were both
asleep.

     The next day I woke up and
looked around the room and all
I saw was the mussed up bed
of my Bro, he was long gone,
downstairs or maybe playing
out by now.

     I performed the usual chores,
showering, brushing, combing
my hair a little, then seeing the
time was eight thirty I shot down
stairs.

     Sitting down at the table I
poured myself a bowl of Quaker
Oat Squares, drowned it in milk
and put enough sugar on it and
began to eat.

     Nana who was in the kitchen
placed a large glass of orange
juice next to my cereal bowl
and announced "Martin said to
tell you he's out in the barn"
and I said "Thanks Grandma"
as I made the rest of the cereal
history and the O.J. in mere
seconds.

     Then I dashed out of the
house at warp speed and cut to
the barn.

     Martin had a manual lathe
going with a rod of wood on it
shaping it to an even, non
tapered, long rod, "Let me
guess, you're making a friend
for 'The Little Man' and he said

     "I knew you'd think that you
dirty minded kid"

     "Yeah" I reflected "We only
need one of those and you
flipped off a good one."

      "Homemade baseball bat"
I pursued as his foot went back
and forth on the treadle,

      "Naw" he said, "I'm making
an all wood checker set, when I
cut these on the lathe they'll give
just twelve checkers and it'll
look professional."

     "Good thinking" I said, "On
that maybe you'll beat me at
something."

     "Come into the barn" he
said and I did.

     We sat on the edge of a
farm wagon and he pressed
his hand against my face, "So
clean, I know you showered
today" and I also touched his
tender cheek, "So did you
sweets" and we kissed lightly.

     "Ya wanna go in the cellar
now"? he asked, (It was just
ten o' clock by then.)

     "Let's look"

     "Okay" he said and we
slowly headed over.