Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2004 17:45:19 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CHAUNCEY'S CHEEKY CHUMS (INSTALLMENT 1)

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The peace and tranquility of retirement was most definitely a blessing, at
least from Chauncey's perspective.  Yet, at the same time, Chauncey was
gradually coming to realize that he now had a great deal of free time on
his hands and did not have all of the answers as to what to do with it.  A
neighbor suggested volunteering or seeking a part-time job might be just
the thing.  The neighbor's words very much replayed in Chauncey's mind, as
Chauncey stood at the kitchen sink washing the remainder of a pile of
dishes: "Just do what you enjoy doing and make the most of it."

Chauncey, a shy, timid little man of about five feet three inches and a
retired elementary school psychologist whose career spanned three decades
librarian in the local public library, was not exactly GQ material and in
spite of his unrelenting charm he was nine times out of ten ignored or
overlooked at parties and other social gatherings.  He did love his
gardening and greatly enjoyed travelling and attending all of the art
festivals and fairs and antique shows.  But something was lacking for him,
he felt unfulfilled and even at times bored.  Plus he knew that the small
group of friends he now had down in Naples, Florida were simply often busy
with their own lives and had no time for him; and, though he did enjoy a
round now and then, playing golf until he had felt as if he completely lost
his mind was not how he wanted to spend his "golden years".

So Chauncey began to ponder.  He thought to himself: "What do I do enjoy?"

Chauncey realized within seconds that he truly enjoyed working with young
children; and that, except for an occasional visit from his grand nephews,
triplets, he rarely ever was in contact with kids these days.  When he was
in his forties, he did adopt a troubled teen he met in his native Honduras;
but the lad was now an adult and on his own and now on the west coast, and,
for reasons Chauncey simply could not comprehend, was very unresponsive to
Chauncey's expressed desire to meet his adopted son's wife and newborn
daughter.  Chauncey, in short, felt a void in his life; and found himself
lackadaisically scanning the "Help Wanted" section of the classifieds from
Sunday's paper.

Chauncey's eyes lit up with excitement when he, rather unexpectedly,
spotted in the lower left corner this bold-faced ad: "Part-Time Children's
Story Teller Wanted For Local Public Library Branch, experience working
with young children preferred.  Good pay and medical insurance coverage.
For immediate hire..."

Chauncey, who absolutely had, even as a very young boy, always loved to
read, immediately exclaimed: "Yes, this is perfect for me, just perfect!"

When the hiring administrator saw Chauncey's resume, the lady was most
impressed with his credentials.  Chauncey was a bit nervous during the
interview, though, ultimately, his grandfatherly appearance and earnestness
and charm did very much seal the deal; and he was employed in his new
position much sooner than he had been anticipating.

Chauncey spent the first few days at his new job assisting the children's
section librarian with organizing newly arrived reading materials and
decorating the area so that it would be festive and fitting for the
upcoming holiday season.  He just loved Christmas; and the tune from the
musical "Mame" "We Need A Little Christmas Now" was running through his
mind much like water pouring out from a faucet.  He was smiling away, as he
hung all the glitzy decorations.  Though he barely noticed, he was at times
happily humming the tune going through his mind.

The following week, Chauncey was in what would be his usual routine.
Chauncey, who insisted that the young children, ranging in age from five
through eight, call him "Chauncey" rather than the formal austere-sounding
"Mister Maplethorpe", would sit in the rocking chair padded with a burgundy
cushion and read children's story favorites including "Goldielocks and The
Three Bears", "Curious George", and "Little Red Riding Hood" to small
groups of tykes seated in rows on a floor mat before him.  Chauncey, who in
college did some musical theater, had a knack for bringing each of the
characters in the stories to life and was quite animated in his
presentation and delivery.  Chauncey's sense of humor had a way of shining
through; and the laughter from the children often could be heard by those
coming into the library for its after-school art or reading programs.

The library followed a strict county policy posted at its entranceway and
informing all parents and guardians and such that no children under any
circumstances would be allowed to make use of its restrooms unless
accompanied by those in whose care they were or by an employee of the
library who has been specifically approved by the child's parent, guardian,
etc. as one who may accompany the child to and while in its restroom
facilities.  Of course most of those with children had responsibilities,
very few had the luxury of time to just sit idle in the library for what
was on average two or three-hour spans.  So the parents signed a permission
slip, left with the librarian, Ms. Humphreys, giving their express
permission for the very popular and grandfatherly Chauncey to "do the
honors".

One day, close to the library's 4:00 PM weekday closing, Chauncey was in
the men's room with two small-framed little boys, a brown-haired blue-eyed
child of about six with ruddy cherubic features and adorable dimples; and a
blond-haired green-eyed tyke of about seven with a few missing teeth in the
front, a chubby torso, and a splashing of freckles adorning his cute
countenance.  Chauncey was by this time a day a bit weary, to put it
mildly, from all of the trips he had to make to the bathrooms with these
antsy yet lovable little ones; and also he was still not particularly
comfortable with being in the building's ladies room, even though he locked
the door so that no female adults could enter while he was present.

Chauncey was at the sink area combing his hair and looking intently into
the mirror, frowning at his unmanageable cowlick that he could not quite
get to stay all the way down and at the same time a bit pleased by the nice
healthy shine of his now-gray tresses.  All of a sudden, almost
simultaneously, the two little boys came out of their stalls.  They were
bickering and began pushing one another.

"Hey, fellas, stop that immediately.", Chauncey began, sandwiching himself
purposefully between the two.  He then paused dramatically; and with the
boys' eyes glued to him continued: "What is all of this about anyway?  I
thought you two were the best of friends."

The blond one began, very much flustered and stammering: "Well,
Brrr-Brrr-Bradley ssssssssaid that I should put the lotion on his rear just
as I always do.  But I don't want to do it this time, Mama says that is
private stuff and that I should not look and should not touch and no one
should ever look and touch me either in my private places, unless it is the
doctor or nurse at a checkup."

"Well, what a bright little boy you are, young man.  Your Mama should be
very proud.", Chauncey replied, smiling.

"What are you holding there behind your back, Bradley?  May I see?"

The blond-haired boy began to grin as Bradley sheepishly handed over the
"loot" as if he had been caught red-handed in some crime.

Chauncey cradled the tube of aloe lotion in his hand.

"Well, I think the real problem here is that the two of you just don't know
how to share.  So I recommend this: Bradley, you get to have the lotion put
on you the same as usual; and I will supervise and make sure that David is
gentle with you and puts enough lotion on you.  Then, Bradley, you will
share your lotion with David and rub a generous amount of the stuff all
over David's rear.  This Aloe is a natural substance that is very good for
the skin, sometime I will bring in one of my aloe vera plants from home, so
that you can see where the stuff comes from."

The two little boys nodded and beamed, each very much relieved that
Chauncey was not going to get either in trouble for their unruly behavior.

Yet, when the moment of truth, so to speak, came, the boys still hesitated
and sort of just stared at Chauncey.

Chauncey quickly caught on: "Oh, come on, we are all men here, no need to
be shy, let's just get on with it."

Chauncey watched very closely as each of the two boys lowered his pants and
then his briefs.  He was a bit surprised by them doing that virtually
together, though he guessed that the two simply had mustered their courage
and it was like a "now or never" thing for each.

Bradley bent over and stuck out his rear.  While David busied himself with
the task of squeezing out the lotion and smoothing a glob of it on his palm
directly on each of Bradley's buns, very much in a methodic fashion as if
he had done just that many times, Chauncey stared admiringly at Bradley's
magnificent rear: Chauncey could not help but notice the creamy, ivory,
deliciously curved buns and the way they each appeared to be plush like
soft, downy pillows filled with feathers.  He wanted to kiss, lick, and
touch each one of them, though of course he knew better than to risk losing
his job, which he loved.  So he settled for licking his lips and was
careful to close the front of his crimson sports jacket so neither of the
tykes would see the growing bulge in the crotch area of his trousers; and
also to keep his wits about him, as these two were bright beyond their
tender years.

"Yes, that's fine, David, now just rub the bit of excess in good at the
crack area.", Chauncey instructed, sounding a bit, well, just a tad at
least, at any rate, like a drill sergeant in the armed forces.  The
brown-haired boy was a work of art; and the blonde one here was undeniably
very good in following instruction, a perceptive Chauncey noted, wondering
how all of this could be later put to good use by him.

Then it was David's turn to enjoy the luxury of the rub.  Chauncey could
immediately see why Bradley did not apply the lotion to himself.  Besides
the skin needing the attention being in an area considerably hard to reach
very well, Bradley was, well, to put it bluntly, a klutz, or, perhaps more
precisely, a bit of a butterfingers.  He kept dropping the tube on the
floor in between his applications; and at one point he tripped over the
fallen tube and almost fell down.  Chauncey stifled a laugh at Bradley's
unintended buffoonery, knowing very well that even a hint of ridicule on
his part could terminate the rest of this thus far most enjoyable display
very prematurely.

Chauncey kept thinking: " I have got to get some privacy once this is over,
so I can jerk off."

David's rear even surpassed Bradley's in terms of the splendor of its
spectacle.  David, still bent over, as a shy Bradley slowly and gingerly
applied the remains of the tube, had the most beauteous ass cheeks
imaginable.  Chauncey loved these buns, truly, as he always favored a
bubble butt such as this one; and he was so very pleased with the way
David's residual "baby fat" added an extra helping of plump roundness to
the mix.  He dared not touch either of the plump "pillows" he was not
taking in, though he did stand closely to Bradley while Bradley busied
himself with the task and would lovingly caress the crown of the
brown-haired boy and softly run his fingers through the lad's hair.
Chauncey could not help but recall the fumbling, nervous young child he was
himself in his early years; and began to feel for Bradley and his "plight".

"You're doing very nicely, Bradley, very nicely.  Now ask your friend if he
is enjoying the rub.", Chauncey stated.

Bradley looked up and smiled at Chauncey; and then smiled down at David's
rear, especially as David chimed in with: "Oh, yeah, feels great, just
great, keep rubbing it in good, yeah, right there in the center."

Before they left the restroom, Chauncey assured each of the boys that he
would not say anything to their folks about their rambunctious behavior in
the library's facilities, so long as each gave his word not to say anything
whatsoever to anyone about this private rub of theirs together."

As expected, the boys each promised to never tell a soul about the rub.

Later that day, during the early evening, Chauncey, just fresh out of a
lukewarm shower and much-need jerking off session during the same during
which he focused a great deal on the splendid rears of his newly-made
"chums", heard the phone ring persistently and quite annoyingly.  Chauncey,
still a bit dripping wet and busily drying off his damp chest and pits,
hurriedly hopped over to answer the phone.

"Yes, of course I will, no problem, yes, 10:00 PM is fine, just please be
sure to express my sincere condolences on this untimely passing to Cousin
Vivian and her family."

As fortune would have it, Chauncey's three very young grand-nephews, boys
and triplets, would be dropped off just a few hours from the call and were
to be staying with him indefinitely until other arrangements could be
worked out.  Chauncey prepared the sofa-bed in the living room, or,
"sleeper", as he preferred to call it; and the three precocious
four-year-olds, dropped off by their nanny, had soon enough arrived as
expected and spent time getting reacquainted with their "Grand Uncle
Chauncey", as they liked to refer to him.  Chauncey could not help but find
himself basking in the warmth of their innocent hugs and gentle kisses
bestowed upon him by them.

During the middle of the night, somewhere close to 2:00 AM, some noise from
outside stirred Chauncey from his sleep.  Roused from sleep and unable to
doze off again, he made his way over to the kitchen to prepare a light
snack.  En route, an unexpected thought occurred to Chauncey, as he glanced
lovingly at his precious sleeping new-arrivals: He wondered if Cedrick,
Frederick, and Kendrick, his delightfully adorable nephews, had rears just
as gorgeous and delicious as those of his newly-made "chums" in his plain
view a mere ten hours or eleven hours earlier.

Something stirred within Chauncey and drove him to find out for himself.
He yearned to see what he was in his mind picturing to be the smooth and
rounded butts of his beautiful nephews, of his own beloved kin; and he
hoped that, upon seeing them, he would be strong enough to give in to
temptation and reach out and touch each of their scintillating and hairless
ass cheeks.  He was confident that the image in his mind would correspond
with what he ultimately would gaze upon.  He noticed that his young nephews
were soundly asleep, yet he knew better than to take unnecessary chances.
He kneeled on the edge of the sleeper, just near the closest end table; and
was most careful not to awaken any of the young boys as he cautiously slid
down the covers to just below their feet.  Chauncey smiled at the innocent
cherubic countenances displayed before him; and he could not help but
notice that the three were sloppily dressed in matching
Mickey-mouse-adorned pajamas; and had each expectedly left unbuttoned the
pajama bottoms of their respective sets.  Just the mere sight of these
young boys so dressed caused an intense stirring in his loins; and a small
amount of precum oozed from the tip of his member.  Chauncey gently placed
his hands on the waistband of the nephew closest to him; and began to lick
his lips with anticipation as he stared at his beautiful young nephews,
each lying in blissful sleep on their sides.