Date: Thu, 13 May 2004 02:29:31 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: CHAUNCEY'S CHEEKY CHUMS (INSTALLMENT 5)

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Chauncey secretly was greatly titillated by his dabbling with exhibitionism
in front of his own little grand-nephews.  Yet he was, at the same time, a
bit confused as to this: why he was responding so easily, why just the
thought of him cupping the baby soft ass cheek of his own little
grand-nephew was getting his once flaccid cock harder and harder by the
second.  He did not intend to make a night of this bath business, as he was
well-aware that the young ones had to be in bed for their midday nap by a
certain hour or would be unbearably cranky later on and even the next day.
Chauncey eagerly turned his attention to Kendrick and Cedrick, while
Frederick, still wading in the bath, was kept busy by encouraging him to
race his and his brothers' sailboats.

Chauncey once again got down to business.  He did not even bother
retrieving the cast-off washcloth, still dangling helplessly on the same
surface edge of the tub he had left it.  He soaped up his right palm and
then his left until the same were brimming with lathering bubbles.  He
placed each of his hands so that one rest on the mid-upper back of each of
his huddled grand nephews.  He let each hand roam freely all the way down
each back and right on top of each ass crack.  Then he hungrily grabbed a
second bar of the same mild hypoallergenic soap and began earnestly soaping
each of the four buns, doing so methodically as if he were washing the
rears of mares.  In between the soaping, he cupped each of the buns in his
hands, more or less gently squeezing the same; and also he would use his
fingertips and palms to caress, massage, and fondle each of the buns.  This
time, very much aroused by the thought of his hands covering the cracks of
his nephews, he allowed two soapy middle fingers of each hand to slip into
the cracks dividing the splendid ass cheeks of his nephews.  He took the
usual care not to in any way cause pain or discomfort to the sweet tykes.

Chauncey felt extremely proud of his moderately-sized low-hanging balls, in
his mind these were his golden goose eggs.  He hoped that one day his three
little grand-nephews would feel comfortable enough to touch them, hold
them, even perhaps suck on them in their tiny angelic mouths.  Yet, at the
same time, he did not want to overly-alarm his cheeky little ones with his
springing serpent of a hard-on.  So, before drying the three precious tykes
off, "Uncle Chauncey" turned his back to his kin and hastily grabbed a dry,
fresh towel from the shelf of the linen closet inside the bathroom.

The bath towels were nice, soft and plush and fresh-scented from a delicate
fabric softener.  Drying off the three was a sensual experience for the
grandfatherly gent, he enjoyed all involved with it and really took his
time with it so that each and every moment of the toweling was savored.
Chauncey especially adored the sweetly-chirping cooing sounds of the
triplets as he dried off their teeny members and let the edge of the towel
linger against the area between their genitals and their ass cracks.

Bath complete, it was now time for the special treat promised the young
ones.  This treat was a reward in effect for them being good during their
bath, not to mention being so very good in fulfilling some of their beloved
uncle's needs.  Of course part of the fun was letting the little ones
partake in some of the joys of the preparation, so, as soon as all four
were in the kitchen, they raided the fridge and freeze and prepared the
most delicious-looking ice cream sundaes imaginable, topped with rich
chocolate syrup and maraschino cherries.  All four looked like
masterpieces, almost too good to devour.  The kids were not particularly
hungry, so Chauncey consumed his sundae alone after placing the other three
in the freezer for later.

The three little ones were now dressed in nothing more than Mickey-mouse
adorned briefs; and were yawning quite a bit and almost in an exaggerated
manner.

"All right, my little ones, I can take a hint.  Time for your nap.",
Chauncey chirped.

Tucking the children under the covers, Chauncey had an idea pop into the
back of his mind.

"Little ones, before you nod off and go to dreamland, I just want to see
that your sweet little rears are still nice and clean from your baths."

Lowering the covers till they just loosely draped over the children's
ankles and then delicately, gingerly, lowering the rear part of the
waistbands of each of the pairs of briefs, Chauncey was not entirely
prepared for what he saw: They were not just clean, they literally gleamed
with brightness.

"Are they good and clean, Uncle Chauncey?", Kendrick piped up.

"Uh...yyyyyyyyesssss, yes, they are.", a slightly embarrassed Chauncey
stammered.

"Why, I bet they are all clean enough to eat off of!", Frederick howled in
amusement, showing a clever insight well beyond his tender years.

This comment took Chauncey by surprise, yet at the same time threw him into
action, awakening something within him that he really had had no intention
to unleash just yet.

"Oh, you cheeky little monkey, well, you think you are so clever.  Well,
there is only way way to find out for certain."

Right after Chauncey spurted out the above, he retrieved the three chilled
sundaes from the kitchen freezer and commanded the triplets to stay totally
still and pretend they were statues.

"Open your pretty mouths little ones."

Chauncey fed each of the triplets a single tablespoonful of the creamy
delight and a vanilla ice cream-coated maraschino.  Then, without any
hesitation, he plopped the remainder of each bowl dead center on top of
each of the inviting ass cracks.  Once again, he felt like he was spiraling
out of control, though in a sense at this very moment he really was not
genuinely concerned with this at all.  He pounced onto the flimsy bedding
of the sleeper sofa and lustily began to lick off all of the delicious ice
cream and chocolate syrup oozing down onto the tykes' ass cheeks.
Slobbering all over the shining buns nice and soft like dainty pillows from
the recent bath, he was truly amazed that he, one simple soul, could be so
very blessed as this.  He was in heaven, so much in a state of ethereal
bliss that he honestly did not even notice the tots' wince upon initial
contact with the frosty sensation of the desserts on their tender rears.

"Yes, indeed, my little ones, they are most certainly clean enough to eat
off of!!!", Chauncey cheered triumphantly.