"As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man."
CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15;
Kerry Stuart, 12 ½
Kathryn Jenssen, 17; Kenjiro Daniels, 15
TELLING THE STORY
Kerry Stuart
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(KERRY)
I guess I thought sex was supposed to be a lot of fun and I could just enjoy it and not have to worry much about it. Boy, was I ever wrong!
Sometimes it was just a lot of fun, like when Mom and Arial gave me a helping hand. I liked that and it was nice to know they both loved me and didn’t mind being silly with me. I didn’t really mind when Arial played a dirty trick on me.
Sometimes it was pretty damn hot and heavy, like when Brad and Arial were doing it and they’d let me play along with them. I didn’t worry about that even if I did end up sucking Brad’s dick and that was the first time I’d ever done that. He did the same for me and I don’t guess either one of us felt it was such a bad thing to do.
Sometimes it was just more trouble than it was worth, like when I’d fool around with Leigh. Shit, I liked all the stuff we did with together but I couldn’t make up my mind whether I really liked her.
It made me feel real bad when I thought I was partly to blame for Kavan and Kathryn having trouble with each other. For a while he didn’t seem to mind if Kathryn had sex with me, even with everybody else around like at the cabin. Then, bam, out of nowhere, something explodes and I don’t know how to handle it.
The worst problem was what happened with my friend, Kenjiro Daniels. Out of anybody I know, he was the guy I’d most like to have as a friend. He was a damn nice guy and I really liked him a lot and it was fun to fool around with him too. I guess I didn’t understand how doing stuff with him would make me feel.
I knew I could talk to Mom and Dad, maybe not Mom so much but I felt OK about talking to Dad about stuff. I just didn’t feel like I ought to start off running to him every time I had problems with sex. I knew he was sort of my last resort and I hoped he always would be.
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On Thursday of the week after we went to the cabin, I decided I wanted to talk to Arial about Leigh. I knew I had to make a decision and stick to it but it was just so damned hard to do. I didn’t want to hurt Leigh but I knew we were headed for trouble if I let things go any further.
Just as soon as we got home from school, I did my usual – book bag on desk, coat on bed, and a quick pee. Arial was in her room changing clothes and I knew she’d go pee too. I stuck my head in the door and asked her if we could talk in the kitchen. When I went down the hall, I saw Mom in a chair at the dining room table with a bunch of stuff laid out in front of her. She was still working on something for Ms. Lauren but she kept saying she was going to get another financial analyst to do the work. I hugged her from behind and kissed her on the top of her head. She didn’t say anything and I knew she was in the middle of a think but she did give me a big smile.
I looked in the refrigerator and found some leftover meat loaf so I made me a sandwich and poured me a glass of milk. I was almost finished with it when Arial came in the kitchen. She’d washed her face and brushed her hair. I couldn’t see any make up on her face and I thought she was even more beautiful without it. She poured herself a glass of milk and sat down with me.
“What did you want, Squirt?” she asked.
“I need to talk about Leigh again,” I answered.
“OK, but you’re the one who’s got to make the decisions, Kerry, not me.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Have you called her?”
“Yeah, last night. She called me Monday afternoon. I rode my bike over there Tuesday afternoon.”
“Well, what’s going on?”
“She wants me to do it with her.”
“You mean…she wants you to have sex with her, right? I guess you’ve done most everything else so you mean she wants your dick in her pussy.”
“Yeah, she wants me to get some rubbers and then do it with her.”
She sat there for a minute or so just looking at me. I didn’t want her to tell me what to do; I just wanted her to help me think about what I had to do.
“Boy, that’s going to be a problem, isn’t it? You told her Mom you wouldn’t and you told Mom and Dad the same thing. I think you’d better take this one to Dad and let him help you.”
“Naah, I just want you to listen. I’ll tell you what I’m thinking and you tell me if it sounds like the best thing to do.”
“I can do that, Kerry. Shoot.”
“Well, first thing is, I’m not going to do it. I want to and my dick sure wants to. But it’s time for me to fish or cut bait. If I do it, she’ll be after me all the time. You told me a girl feels like the guy who gets her cherry owes her and ought to stick around. I guess I was stupid to fool around with her so much and then invite her to the cabin. I like her a lot and I don’t want to hurt her. But I don’t want her feeling like she owns me.”
Arial nodded. “So far, so good.”
“I called one of my buddies who’s in the seventh grade with her. I asked him if he’d seen her talking to other guys. I guess he thought I was just checking up on her. He said she talks to lots of other guys but he sees her with one guy a lot. He didn’t want to tell me who but I told him I wouldn’t get mad. He says Kirk hangs around her a lot.”
“Kirk McLendon?”
“Yeah, I’ve been pals with him and Larry Williams for years. He’s a nice guy.”
“So you’re going to see if he’s interested in Leigh, maybe enough to take her off your hands?”
“Yeah, I’m going to call him in a few minutes.”
“And you’re going to do what we talked about – see if he’ll ask Leigh to go somewhere or do something with him. Then you tell her you’ve got to study a lot, maybe say you’ve got to do something for Mom or Dad, and you’re not going to be able to spend much time with her. Is that about it?”
“Yeah, it’s not being honest and I feel like a shit because of that.”
“As young as you are, can you buy condoms?”
“Sure. Drugstores don’t care. It wouldn’t embarrass me if I did.”
“Did Kavan buy his when he was using them with Kathryn?”
“Yeah, Dad gave him his first box or two. After that he bought them for himself. He said he’d give me some he’s not using if I want them.”
“Well, maybe you’d better keep some but I don’t like the idea of you doing it with Leigh unless you bounce it off Dad. I think you know what he’s going to say.”
“Yeah, but I don’t think I really need to talk to him. I don’t really want to keep going with her and it’d hurt her a lot worse if I did it first and then dumped her. That idea about getting her to dump me’s the best one I can think of. I guess I’ve got to do it before I dick her.”
“Dick her? You guys can be so gross. Is that all it is to you?”
“No, Arial, it’s not. If it was, I’d just go ahead and do it. I’m not that kind of guy. I hope I never get to be that way, like some stupid jock.”
She sat and looked at me a couple of minutes, not saying anything but looking at my face. I knew she was thinking about what I’d said. After a while she smiled at me and said, “Kerry, do you know how much I love you?”
“Yeah, I think I do. I guess it’s ‘cause I love you the same way. I don’t ever want to do anything to make you ashamed of me.”
“Then, make up your mind right now and tell me what you’re going to do.”
I sat and looked at her a minute or so. I knew what I wanted to do, what I had to do, but my dick kept nagging at me to do what it wanted.
“I’m not going to do it,” I said. “I’ve done too much with her already and I’ve got to put a stop to it. I’m going to call Kirk and then I’m going to start pulling back from Leigh.”
Arial’s face broke out in a big smile. “I think that’s what you should do, Kerry. I think you’ve made the right decision. I love you and I’m proud of you.”
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I still don’t understand whether I made Kavan’s and Kathryn’s problems worse or not. I guess I probably knew a guy wouldn’t really like some other guy fucking his girlfriend, even if the guy was his little brother. Shit, I wasn’t the one who came up with the idea in the first place. I don’t know why I should be the one to blame for what happened.
A few weeks after we went to the cabin, I ended up spending Saturday night at home with just Kavan and Kathryn. Mom had gone to the Bridges to help when their new baby came. The first weekend she was gone I spent with the Andersen’s helping Stuart do some stuff. The next weekend everybody was gone Saturday night except me and Kavan and Kathryn. Dad flew to Cincinnati to talk to somebody about Andersen Security doing something for them. Arial spent the weekend at Dr. Weaver’s condo with Brad and his Dad and Genie
I had lots of studying to do so I stayed home and didn’t even talk to anybody until Saturday night. Then Kavan and Kathryn dragged me out of my room to go get a pizza with them. When we came back, Kathryn asked me if I wanted to get in the Jacuzzi with them. I liked playing in the Jacuzzi but when we went down in the basement to their bedroom, things seemed to change. I don’t guess I’ll ever understand what made Kavan explode.
“God damn it, Kerry, I am not pissed! Just shut the fuck up, you little turd!”
I almost smiled at that but I knew I’d better not. Just the way he was standing there, pissing, holding his dick with both hands, looking down at it, the expression on his face – he was pissed all right. I waited until he finished and then took my turn. He leaned back against the bathroom sink counter, just like I had been doing, watching me, not saying anything else. I tried to think what to do without making him any angrier.
I’d known he was pissed for the past hour or so. When he got the beer out of the basement refrigerator, I thought I understood why. When he got the second one, I drank a little of it so he’d know I wasn’t going to tell Mom or Dad. It was OK for him to have a beer around them but it wasn’t OK for him to be sneaky about it. Anyway, the beer turned out to be a good way to get him to go to the bathroom so we could take a piss – really so I could talk to him.
When the three of us went out for pizza, everything seemed OK and we had a lot of fun joking with each other. Even when we were in the Jacuzzi and were fooling around a little, Kavan still seemed to be having fun. He thought it was hilarious when I got my face under water and blew bubbles between Kathryn’s legs. I think he knew she wasn’t really farting in the tub while I was at her pussy. When Kathryn got both of us to sit on the edge of the tub and she knelt down in the water and played with our dicks and balls, he had his arm around my shoulder. I wasn’t even surprised when Kavan said he and Kathryn were going to their bedroom and then asked me to join them.
Their king-size bed hadn’t been made up and it was a mess. I just crawled in when they did, with Kathryn in the middle of me and Kavan. I don’t guess I wasn’t surprised when Kathryn kept fooling around with both of us. We were just playing at first. Kavan tried to hold me down while Kathryn tickled me. Then when I pulled her on top of me and got her nipple in my mouth and wouldn’t let her go, that was still just playing, even if I did have a hard-on. I rolled her over and tried to pin her down so I could suck on one breast and let Kavan have the other and he told me to stop it. I did but then she started up again, trying to grab my dick or Kavan’s if we got close to her. It was fun for a while but I kept watching Kavan. When Kathryn started sucking my dick, I looked at Kavan and I didn’t like the look on his face. It looked like he was pissed – royally pissed – and that surprised me.
“Kavan,” I started, “we’ve always been able to talk to each other. I don’t want to make you mad at me. Come on, talk to me, big brother.”
He stood there for a minute and then finally looked me in the eyes. I put my dick back in my sweatpants and just waited for him to make up his mind. I hoped calling him “big brother” would do it. It usually did. We both knew to be serious if I called him that. Sometimes I wanted his big brother advice and, when he gave it, sometimes I followed it. I flushed and put the lid down on the commode, sat down on it, and waited. He just stood there glaring down at me.
“Oh, shit, shit, shit, goddamn it all to hell!”
He said it through clenched teeth, still looking at me with anger in his eyes, breathing so strongly I could hear him. I figured I’d better not say anything else. I got up, squeezed out a smile at him, and started to go through the door to my bedroom. No way was I going to go back down stairs with him and Kathryn when he was pissed like this.
“No, wait, Kerry!”
I turned back to him. He was blinking and swallowing and still breathing hard but I thought I could see something different in his face. His eyes were all shiny like he was on the edge of crying. He held out his hand toward me and I thought, well, maybe we could work it out.
I took his hand but I didn’t want it like that - a gentlemanly handshake. I wanted it to be like it had always been - big brother, little brother. I hugged up against him and wrapped my arms around his chest. My forehead was up against his cheek this time. Last time I remembered him hugging me, he’d been a head taller than me. We both held on to each other until his breathing slowed and I guess he let go of some of his anger.
“Don’t ever hate me, Kavan, please, not ever,” I said. “You and I and Arial have got something special the way we love each other. Let’s don’t ever let other people make us quit loving each other.”
He looked me in the eyes and then nodded slowly. “You’re right, Squirt. I don’t hate you. It’s just me; I’m all fucked up and I don’t know why.”
I know some brothers can’t get along with each other but it had never been like that with me and Kavan. Next to Dad, he was always the one I went to when I needed help with something. He was almost always calm and steady and dependable. For the first time, I guess, I wanted to do something to help him and I didn’t know what.
“How about you go on back downstairs with Kathryn?” I said. “I think she was about to cry when you yelled at her and stormed out. Maybe you need to try to be nice to her.”
“I know, damn it,” he said. “I’ve been treating her bad. I don’t want it to be that way but it just happens.”
“Well, just talk to her. Try to tell her what’s bothering you. I can’t read your mind. She can’t either.”
“You come with me. You talk to her too.”
“Uh, uh, if something happens and we get to fucking around again, you’ll just get mad again.”
“No, I won’t, Kerry. If it’s just me talking to her, she’ll get her feelings hurt and start crying again. Come on, help me.”
I knew I had to when he asked me like that. I didn’t know what good I could be, trying to help them talk to each other. I just didn’t want to cause any more problems for them.
“Kavan, if I go with y0u, you’ve got to promise me something.”
“What?”
“You know I want to fuck Kathryn. I don’t have a girl I can do it with anytime I want to, like you do. I’m grateful as hell every time I get some. You’ve got to promise me we won’t start playing around again tonight. When I come back upstairs, I’m going in my room and jack off and go to sleep. You need to stay with her and really make love to her and hold her when you go to sleep.”
He stood and looked at me and I guess he was thinking about what I said. His breathing was slow and regular and he didn’t look mad any more.
“I guess you’re right, Squirt. I’ll be nice to her. You help me talk to her.”
“There’s something else,” I said.
“What?”
“I want you to talk to her about how both of you feel about me fooling around with you. I fool around with Brad and Arial and I guess it’s OK with him since I can’t fuck her. You two need to decide what you want me to do if I fool around with you. If I ever fuck Kathryn again, it’s got to be ‘cause I know it’s OK with both of you.”
He started smiling at me and I guess maybe I was saying the right things. I didn’t know what I could say talking to Kathryn and him at the same time but I decided I’d try.
“You know, Squirt,” he said, “you’re a smart little devil. I’m glad you’re my brother.”
I went back downstairs with him. Kathryn had her face in the pillow and I could tell she’d been crying. I pushed Kavan toward her and he got in bed and pulled her up against him and just held her and kissed her on her cheek and forehead. I stood and watched and finally sat down on the foot of the bed. After a while, Kathryn rose up and smiled at me. Her face was a mess, all wet and red, but she was still beautiful.
I stayed for over an hour while we just talked with each other. I don’t know whether anything anybody said made sense. Kathryn’s eyes got all wet with tears again and so did mine and Kavan’s. It seemed like everybody and nobody was to blame for whatever the problem was.
When Ms. Lauren came, we’d just started playing around on the deck with each other. When somebody came up with the idea of playing around with her to help her get over her husband’s death, somebody had said some good sex might help. I guess I volunteered even if I’d never done it then. I probably didn’t expect to be taken seriously. Kavan said yeah, he’d volunteered too. That’s when Kathryn decided she’d like Dad to do it with her if Kavan did it with Ms. Lauren. Then later, Dad and I both did it with Kathryn while Kavan did it with Ms. Lauren.
It’s funny how you can’t remember who said what and who got what started. Kavan finally decided that was when he started feeling a little jealous of anybody else having sex with Kathryn. Then Kathryn said he never seemed to be jealous until she came back from New York at Christmas. It took him a while but Kavan admitted that he thought she’d been doing something with somebody while she was gone. She swore she hadn’t and she’d just changed the way she looked so he’d love her more. So Kavan said he’d started worrying when she talked so much about New York and wanting to go back for the summer and he was afraid he’d lose her.
It all got to be too much for me toward the end. I don’t think they knew I’d been talking less and less. I still didn’t understand it but maybe they did. I decided it was time for me to leave. I stood up and started for the door. When I turned back, they were holding each other and looking at me.
“I’m going upstairs to my room and go to bed and jack off and go to sleep,” I said. “Why don’t you two try making love like you really mean it?”
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The next week, Arial and I rode the bus home from school on Tuesday. We were having March weather that couldn’t make up its mind what it wanted to do. For a few days, we would have warm sunny weather and that had already made the jonquils in our yard pop out. Then we would have a few days of cold cloudy weather with strong winds that almost blew the big yellow school bus off the road. When we got off the bus at the crest of the hill, Arial and I zipped our coats up again. Arial’s hair was a mess by the time we got in the door. When I looked in the mirror, I saw that mine was just as bad.
We went down the hall for our usual routine: to our bedrooms to put up our books and coats and then to the bathroom to pee. I put on my sweat suit and put some wool socks over my white ones to keep my feet warm. If I couldn’t go barefooted in the house, I liked to just wear socks.
Mom had come back from the Bridges on Sunday afternoon so I expected her to be home but I didn’t see her anywhere. I looked in the garage where she keeps her little BMW and it was gone. I went to the refrigerator to get a glass of milk and found she had put her note where she knew I’d find it. “Gone to the Andersens. Be back in time to fix dinner.”
Arial came into the kitchen in her blue sweat suit. She knew how much I loved to see her in it so she turned around once to give me a good look. Brad always said she was the most beautiful girl in our high school and I think he’s probably right.
“I’m going to fix some hot chocolate,” she said. “Would you like some instead of that cold milk?
“Like we had at the cabin?” I asked. I loved to tease her.
She knew what I meant. “No, Squirt. Just plain hot chocolate this time.”
“Sure. But I want the milk first. Have we got anything to go with the hot chocolate?”
“I don’t know. See what you can find. But I don’t want anything else.”
“Well, I do. I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Where were you at lunch? I looked for you. Brad did too. We were a little late getting there.”
“Yeah, I looked for you too. It was a little crowded and I saw Grizzly at the jock’s table by himself. I ate lunch with him.”
“Was he nice to you?”
“Yeah, he always is. He may be the biggest guy in school but he’s really like a teddy bear. He’s always kind to everybody. Since I helped him get ready for that algebra test, he makes sure everybody else is nice to me too.”
“You mean the other jocks?”
“Yeah, four of them came in and ate with us. One’s a nice guy even if he is a football player. Keith Hargrove. Except for Grizzly, he’s the only one worth talking to.”
“Why aren’t they worth talking to?”
“They’re stupid. They think they’re smart but they’re so stupid they can’t talk about anything but football and girls. I don’t want to hear who they’re screwing.”
“Do they name names?”
“Sure, they don’t care. Two gals came by the table and stood there yakking with them. They were talking back and forth about how good a blowjob somebody got, about how hot somebody’s pussy was, how big and hard somebody’s dick was, how somebody got their pussy eaten – stuff like that. I think they were just doing it to see what I’d say.”
“What did you do?”
“Same as always. I just open my eyes a little wider and let my mouth hang open a little and I don’t say anything. I act like I’m a little kid who doesn’t know anything about sex. It’s hard to keep from laughing at them. I told you they’re stupid.”
“Is Grizzly like that?
“No. He looks like he’d be dumb but he’s not. He’s got a sense of humor as bad as mine. I can cut up with him the way I like to.”
“Wouldn’t you like to screw around with some of the jocketttes?”
“Nah, I wouldn’t want to fuck those two today if I could borrow a dick to do it with. Grizzly asked me the same thing and I asked if I could borrow his dick. He got a big kick out of that.”
I put my glass in the dishwasher and looked in the cabinet for something to eat. I found some good cookies, got me three, and sat down at the table to wait for the hot chocolate.
“I’ve got two tests tomorrow and then one on Thursday,” I said. “I’ve got some serious studying to do tonight.”
“Is there anything I can do to help you,” Arial asked.
“Nah, I’ll probably be at my desk slaving away until the wee hours of the morning, maybe as late as nine o’clock. Just make sure somebody calls me when dinner’s ready.”
Arial poured our big mugs of hot chocolate and sat down. I got up and got me three more cookies and then sat back down with her.
“Are you still doing OK with your classes?” she asked.
“Yeah. No problems. I stay prepared. I’ve just got a lot of stuff to review. I know most of it but I just want to make sure.”
“How about Leigh? Any trouble there?”
“No, I think it’ll work out. Kirk likes her. I told him how nice she is. And I didn’t tell him anything about her fooling around with me. I’ll just let things be quiet for a while and see.”
She sat and looked at me, sipping on her hot chocolate. I’d seen that look before and I knew what it meant. It was like I could read her mind and she was thinking about how much she loved me. I looked at her lots of times the same way and she always knew I was thinking about her the same way. I didn’t believe in telepathy but it was enough to make me wonder.
She called me for supper. I guess I’d gotten so wrapped up in studying that I didn’t even realize a couple of hours had passed. I sat next to her as usual. I held the casserole dish while she served her plate and then she put twice as much on my plate. I was still thinking about the stuff that would be on my tests so I ate without much talking. I was through before anybody else so I asked permission to be excused and then took my dishes to the sink. Arial said she’d clean up for me so I could go back to studying.
I studied for a couple of more hours, with just one pit stop. I was pretty much finished when I heard a knock on the door. I said, “Come in,” and Arial came in with a stack of clean underwear for me. She knew where I kept everything so she put it away for me. I did the same thing for her sometimes and she didn’t mind. I like her panties but I’ve never had to swipe any to jack off with.
My back muscles were so tight they were almost cramping. I stuck my arms up over my head and stretched a little. It felt good. I wiggled my back and stretched my spine to get the knots out. That felt even better. Arial was watching me do my contortions; that was what she always called them.
“Would you like me to do something to make your back feel better?” she asked.
“Sure, what?”
“Take your sweatshirt off and I’ll rub your back.”
She didn’t have to ask twice. I took my sweatshirt off, pushed my books to one side, and leaned over the desk with my head on my forearms. She put her hands on each side of my neck and squeezed the muscles there. She rubbed and kneaded and I shut my eyes while the world went away. Damn, it felt great.
After a while, she made me get up, turn the chair sideways, and sit back down so she could rub my back lower down. I almost had a hard-on when I stood up and it was bent down and making a nice bulge in my sweats. I looked at Arial to see whether she saw the effect she’d had. She was smiling; she knew. I sat back down and she started rubbing again.
“Did I give you that hard-0n?” she whispered.
“Nah, I’ve always had it,” I whispered back.
“Silly, you know what I mean.”
“Yeah, you made my little dick get hard. You girls like to do that to guys; don’t you?”
“Why did you do that with your hand when you sat back down?”
“Do what?” Her hands felt great on my back, especially when she slid them down under my sweat pants to my buns.
“You reached down to your crotch and sort of tugged upwards. I’ve seen Dad do it lots and now you’re doing it too.”
I didn’t even remember doing it.
“I don’t know. I guess it’s a guy thing.”
“Well, Dad does it when he sits down sometimes, exactly like you just did.”
I had to think for a few seconds. “I guess it’s to pull my balls up a little so they don’t get scrunched between my legs. I don’t have any underwear on and they kind of hang low when I’m warm like now.”
She giggled and slid her hands all the way down from my neck to my butt. “Well, I’m just glad I don’t have all that stuff hanging out all the time.”
“Yeah, it’s rough being a man.”
She sniffed a few times. “You need to take a shower,” she said. “You smell a little ripe tonight.”
“Damn, how can you smell me and I can’t? I guess I’d better use some deodorant tomorrow morning. I’ll probably stink after two tests.”
“It’s not bad, Kerry,” she said. “It’s sort of raunchy. It’s just your balls pumping out testosterone. That makes your sweat glands work overtime. Kavan has the same problem.”
She slapped me between my shoulder blades and said “Finished.” I stood up and turned around. This time my dick was making a bigger bulge. I reached down inside my sweats and turned it so it pointed straight up.
Arial stood looking down at the tent in my sweat pants. I was hoping she’d do something and she did. She bent over in front of me, pulled my sweats down to my knees, wrapped her hand around my dick, and then looked up at me. I guess I had a silly smile on my face but so did she. She pulled on it a couple of times and stood looking down at it.
“You’ve got a beautiful dick, Kerry,” she said. “All of you Stuart men do. I’m just glad Brad’s got a nice one too.”
“I thought gals think all dicks’re ugly,” I said.
“That’s not true. Well, maybe sometimes it is. You should hear Betty Lou Chapman talk about her boy friend. He’s circumcised and she says his dick is ugly. She says it’s two-toned when it’s hard – dark for about three inches and then red for another three. I’m glad you’re not like that.”
“Which is the red part?”
“Silly, it’s red on the end. You know that.”
“Yeah, well, every time I see one like that, it looks like something’s missing. I don’t see how they can stand it. Sometimes my foreskin gets pushed back and my dick head rubs on my clothes and it drives me crazy.”
“Maybe they get used to it.”
“I don’t know how. I’m just glad Dad didn’t let anybody whack off part of my dick.”
Arial moved her hand back and forth a few times and we both watched as my foreskin slid off the head of my dick and then back over it. She turned loose of it and slapped me on my stomach.
“Why don’t you take a shower and get ready for bed? Bring the baby oil and a damp towel back with you. Maybe somebody will lend you a hand.”
“Yeah, I’d like that.”
I scrubbed all over, especially my armpits and my dick, and then brushed my teeth. I looked in the cabinet and found some cologne and rubbed a little in both my armpits. Damn, that was a stupid mistake. The stuff burned. I grabbed my washcloth and wiped it back off. I was just glad I didn’t put it on my balls.
When I went in my bedroom, Arial wasn’t there. I put the baby oil and the towel on my desk next to my bed and pulled out my last clean set of thermal underwear. They were black and I didn’t like them but I decided to sleep in them anyway. I slid some white socks on my feet and then opened the door and looked down the hall. I didn’t see anybody. I checked my dick and it was still making too big a bulge in my underwear to go flaunting it all over the house. I knew Dad would probably ask me what I was up to and I’d answer about six inches as usual. I lay down on the bed with my hands under my head, shut my eyes, and waited for Arial.
I thought about jacking off and then what it had been like with Ms. Lauren and then jacking off again and then how Arial’s fingers had felt so much softer than mine on my dick. I guess my dick heard me because it got about as hard as it gets. I straightened it up under my thermals so it was pointed up on my stomach. I wondered when it might get long enough to reach up to my navel. I was getting impatient when I heard a knock of the door. I knew I’d left it slightly open. What was she waiting for?
“Come on in,” I said. “I need a hand.”
Mom opened the door, walked in, and stood there looking at me. She had on her old terry robe but it was hanging open and she had on a pink flannel nightgown underneath. She was beautiful as always. She was holding a bunch of hangers with some of my knit shirts on them. I didn’t know what to say and I said the wrong word.
“Mom!”
She looked right at my crotch and I looked too. She couldn’t help but know what was making the bulge in my thermals. I saw her glance at the desk where I’d left the baby oil and damp towel. I looked too and I knew she knew what I was about to do. I still didn’t know what to say.
“Were you expecting somebody else?” she asked.
I tried to think of something to say but I was stuck.
“Why, Kerry, I do believe you’re blushing.”
“Oh, shit.” As soon as I said it, I knew how stupid it sounded.
“Were you waiting for Arial to give you a hand?”
I knew she knew. “Yeah, I was going to use my own but she said somebody might give me a hand.”
“That’s what she told me in the laundry room,” Mom said. “She said you were working on a hard project and you needed me to give you a hand.”
I heard somebody giggling out in the hall and I looked at the door and then back at Mom and then back at the door and then Arial walked into my room. I knew I’d been set up.
“Gotcha, Squirt,” she said, and then giggled again.
“Arial, that’s not very nice,” Mom said, and she was giggling too. “Your brother really could use a hand. I think you should give him one.”
“OK, Mom,” Arial said, “but it looks like it really is a hard project. Would you help me?”
“I’d be glad too, Princess. Just let me hang up his shirts.”
That’s when I started grinning too. Two heads might be better than one but two hands would do just fine.
Mom hung my shirts in the closet and then walked back over to my bed. I kept one side pushed against the wall so there wasn’t much room for both of them on the open side. Mom sat down toward the foot of the bed and Arial sat down toward the head. My dick was within easy reach of both of them. I just kept my hands under my head and lay there grinning.
“Well, Arial,” Mom said, “what can we do to help him?”
Arial stood up beside the bed and pulled me up in a sitting position.
“I’ll take his shirt off; you pull his pants down.”
I think she tried to take my head off with my shirt. I lay back down, put my hands under my head again, and waited. Mom grabbed my bottoms on each side and I lifted my butt up off the bed. Then she tried to break my dick off when she pulled my bottoms down. This wasn’t the kind of help I had in mind.
Then Mom reached down and pulled my balls up from between my legs.
“Mustn’t scrunch these,” she said. “He might need them to give me grandkids some day.”
I guess Arial had told her every word we’d said but I didn’t care.
“See, Mom,” Arial said. “I told you it was beautiful. Don’t you think he’s got a nice little dick?”
“It’s not so little, Arial. He and Kavan have both got one like their father’s. But I do think they’ve all got very nice ones.”
“Brad’s is nice too,” Arial said. “I’m glad he’s not circumcised either. It’s more fun to play with that way.”
I was lying there waiting, while they yakked back and forth. I wondered if they’d forgotten that they were going to give me a hand.
“Oh?” Mom said. “Is there something special you like to do with it?”
“Yeah, I can drive him crazy with one finger,” Arial said.
I just looked back and forth, wondering what was going on.
“Show me,” Mom said. “Maybe your Father would like it too.”
Arial reached over to my desk and got the bottle of baby oil. Yeah, this is more like it, I thought. She wrapped her left hand around my dick, held it straight up, and pulled down on the skin until just the exposed head of my dick was sticking out of her hand. With her right hand, she squirted baby oil out and probably got too much because it started running down her fingers. She rubbed up and down a few times and even wiped her fingers over my balls and coated them. I didn’t know what she was going to do but I was ready.
“Watch this,” she said to Mom.
She slid her left hand up so that my foreskin covered the head of my dick and I could see the wrinkled circle of skin at the end. She held it still and pushed the first finger on her right hand down so it slid in between my foreskin and the head. I didn’t see why that was so much fun. Then she went round in a circle with her finger. That was better. She kept doing it and it got better. Yeah, I liked that. Arial glanced at my face and I guess my grin told her I liked it too.
Mom said, “Let me try.”
Arial held my dick and Mom stuck her finger down between the foreskin and the head and started twirling it around. Damn, it was good, sliding around and around in the baby oil, damn good. If they kept it up, they could probably make me come that way.
Mom looked up at me. “Do you like that, Squirt?”
“Yeah, that’s good.”
“OK, I’ll try it with Kieran.”
“Let me know it he likes it, Mom,” Arial said.
Mom stopped doing it and just wrapped her hand around Arial’s so they were both holding my dick.
“Do you kids wish we’d raised you like most families?” she asked.
“Huh?” I said. I was really brilliant today.
“No, Mom,” Arial said.
Mom slid her hand down so Arial’s hand slid down my dick. She slid it back up. Then down and back up then down.
“Are you sure, Kerry?” Mom asked. “Wouldn’t you rather be able to jack off by yourself without anybody bothering you?”
Their hands kept slowly going up and down, up and down, up and down.
“Fuck no, Mom,” I said. “I like it when you lend me a hand.”
“Watch your language, Kerry,” she said. “I just wonder sometimes if maybe we never should have started going nude with each other and helping you learn about sex and then playing around with you kids.”
“Mom, we’ve got the best family anybody could ever have,” Arial said.
“Uh, huh,” I grunted, still brilliant.
“Here, Arial,” Mom said. “You do it a while.” She took her hand off and straightened up. Arial kept her hand going up and down.
“Mom, you’ve gotta be kidding,” Arial said. “Lots of the kids at school never learn anything about sex from their parents. That’s stupid.”
“Yeah,” I grunted, because Arial’s hand was getting me close.
“I really like the way you’ve raised us not to be ashamed of what we do,” Arial said. “I’ll bet lots of kids would like to be raised like we are.”
“Here,” Mom said, “his balls are drawing up. Could I finish him off?”
Arial moved her hand and Mom put hers on my dick. She started doing it faster and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I squirted. I looked up at Arial and she was watching Mom’s handiwork. Even if she didn’t have a dick of her own, she knew how to do it.
I felt it start and tensed up the muscles in my thighs and hips and stomach. I even raised my butt a little off the bed. The first shot lofted up a couple of feet and fell down on my chest. The rest didn’t shoot as far and just laid down a trail down toward my dick. Mom slowed down and just started doing it easy, sort of squeezing the last little bit out. She had a nice blob on her thumb too. I relaxed and flopped back down on the bed.
“Wow,” I said, brilliant again. “Thanks for lending me a hand, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, Squirt,” she said. “Would you hand me the towel, Arial?”
Arial handed her my damp towel and she wiped her hands clean. She leaned toward me but Arial took the towel out of her hand.
“I know you made the mess, Mom,” Arial said, “but I’ll clean it up for you. You should go take it easy with Dad after all the hard work you just did.”
“That little thing? It wasn’t so hard, Princess.”
I didn’t care what they said. I was ready for sleep. Mom kissed me before she left. After a while, Arial did too.
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I guess you never know when you start wanting or doing something how much trouble you may end up getting into. That’s the way it was with me wanting my own computer and then getting Kenjiro Daniels to help me get it. It wasn’t his fault. Maybe it was but it was just as much my fault too. It all started way back before Christmas.
My own computer, a killer machine, more memory than Stuart’s, a monster hard-drive, a flat-panel monitor: that’s what I decided I wanted when Ms. Lauren started paying me to work for her last fall.
After I helped the surveyors check out the property for her, Mr. Jack wanted me to help him and Dad and Ms. Lauren walk the property while they figured out where to place the Andersen Security buildings. Ms. Lauren said she was going to call it the Freeloft Center. His name was Jack Coleman but when us kids started adding Ms. to Lauren’s name, he told us to call him Mr. Jack.
Even after they decided where to place the center, they kept finding little jobs for me. Ms. Lauren said she wanted me to walk with Mr. Freeloft sometimes like Kavan and I had been doing for a couple of years. They hired a guy they called his caregiver and we took Mr. Freeloft for walks when the weather was good enough. It’s funny how he could remember the trails all over the property but he couldn’t remember how to find his way home. He’d always put one hand on my shoulder and hold onto his cane with the other and start talking as soon as we left the house. That’s how I learned so much about the history of the place. He remembered stuff his grandfather had told him. I always just listened and discarded the clutter and organized the chaos and remembered the important stuff like I always do. Mr. Jack couldn’t believe I knew so much about the property but it was easy. He gave me a hundred-dollar bonus when I told him where the Indian burial ground was so he could leave it alone and avoid problems with the native tribe group.
I found out Mr. Jack was staying with Ms. Lauren and her family when he flew into town from Oregon. Mom told me that his wife had died of cancer about the time Ms. Lauren’s husband had and she thought they might get to be more than just friends. After I got to know him, I asked him one day whether his intentions toward Ms. Lauren were honorable. He acted surprised and I told him to make up his mind because if he didn’t want to marry her, I did. He told me not to hold my breath.
Mom helped me open an account at the bank. I decided to save half of each paycheck and keep the rest to spend on anything I wanted. I just endorsed each check over to Mom and she deposited part and brought me cash for the rest. Before Christmas I had almost four hundred dollars in the bank and that’s when I started thinking seriously about getting my own computer and whether to buy one or maybe put together one from components.
At school, I went to the Resource Center one day to talk to Kenjiro Daniels. His dad had been a military officer until he retired and they settled here. His mom was Japanese and he told me he was a Nisei. Whatever. He spoke pretty good Japanese and Italian because he’d lived in both places while his father was in the military. He was the student computer expert at the school and everybody said he knew more about them than the instructors. Some kids called him the computer geek but I didn’t like to use words like that just because he was smart. I’d been called enough words myself. Some of the students called him Ken but I found out he liked Kenjiro so I called him that or Ken-chan most of the time.
He was fifteen and in the freshman class with me. I had a couple of classes with him and we hit it off from the day we met. I was beginning to develop my own circle of friends in high school and he was definitely one of the best. I asked him if he’d give me some free advice about whether to build or buy. When he found out Dad was the CEO of Andersen Security and I could probably get the same price as the company on computer components, he said I should definitely build and he wanted to help me do it.
When I talked to Dad about my plans and asked if I could get company price on components, he said I could and he’d even give me a five-hundred dollar matching grant if I could earn that much toward the price of the computer. I didn’t tell him I how much I already had; I just decided to get busy and earn the rest. He said when he got Andersen Security up and running, he’d have the fastest internet connection put in at home because he’d probably need it and I could use it for my computer. He let me borrow a catalog from Andersen’s supplier and told me I could give him a proposal and an order when I was ready. When I asked what sort of proposal, he said I had to justify my need for what I bought, just like a business.
Kenjiro and I did most of the research on the computers in the Resource Center at school. Once I got Mom to drive us over to the Andersens and we talked to Stuart a lot about computer stuff. I even called Luke Bridges and talked to him for so long Mom told me to get off the phone. He really gave me some good advice too, like getting the biggest hard-drive I could.
One week in January, Kenjiro asked me to spend the weekend with him so we could finish researching what to buy and then put together the proposal Dad has asked me to do. He only lived a mile or so away but I’d never been in his house. That weekend, he got off the school bus at my house so I could get some clothes and stuff and then we walked the rest of the way to his house.
I didn’t know what to do when Kenjiro sat down on a bench in the entry hall and started taking off his shoes. He told me they didn’t wear shoes in the house so I took mine off too. He put on some soft slippers and handed me a pair. The house had wall-to-wall carpeting just like ours and walking on it in the slippers was nice.
He went looking to see if anybody was home and we found his sister Akiko in her room. She had long black hair, just like Kenjiro’s except that his was short. She was really beautiful and I guess I didn’t really need to tell her she was but I told her anyway. She just bowed to me and giggled. Then she straightened up and told me that was the Japanese side of her and she told me thanks like an American girl too.
Kenjiro showed me his room and, boy, it was really different from mine. His room wasn’t carpeted; it had some sort of rectangular mats on the floor. He told me they were tatami straw mats and then took off his slippers. He said it was good manners not to walk on the tatami except in sock feet. There wasn’t much furniture in his room – just a bunch of big pillows, one big chest of drawers, and one little one with some sort of scroll hanging over it. His sister had an American-style bed but Kenjiro didn’t even have one. When I asked him where he slept, he said on a futon. I asked him where that was and he said in the oshiire. He pulled open a closet and said he liked to sleep on a futon on the tatami. He kept looking at me and I could tell he was having a hard time keeping from laughing at me.
I guess that was bad enough but then I started looking for his computer and there wasn’t one. So I had to ask about that. He slid the closet door the other way and there was a case and a monitor and keyboard. He just picked up the monitor and sat it down in the middle of the floor. It had just one cord leading back in the closet. Then he picked up the keyboard and put it down on the tatami. I asked him about the mouse and he told me Japanese didn’t use a mouse; they used hashi. I asked what that was and he said chopsticks. I wasn’t enough of a sucker to believe him so he got the mouse out of the closet and put it on a square piece of wood. I guess I expected him to start plugging the monitor and keyboard and mouse in and he said it was all cordless except for the monitor and he was working on that. He pushed one key on the keyboard and the monitor came on and everything was working. I knew I wanted my computer to be like his, not like those wired up things at school.
Kenjiro told me if he had to use the benjo and when he told me what it was, I told him I had to piss too. He wasn’t bashful about it like American kids are. He just pulled it out and let fly and kept talking to me the whole time. When I pulled mine out, he whistled and, when I asked what, he said I sure didn’t have a Japanese-size dick like his. I didn’t understand because his looked big enough to work OK, probably the same size as mine.
He said he thought all American boys were circumcised and asked me why I wasn’t. I told him Grandpa Stuart had thought it was mutilation and wouldn’t let Dad and Uncle Alan be cut. So Dad didn’t even consider it for me and Kavan. Kenjiro said he’d never seen any circumcised kids in Japan or Italy.
His Mom came in a little later and Kenjiro introduced me. I tried to bow like I’d seen Japanese do in movies and I guess she liked that. She almost didn’t look Japanese and she had on clothes just like American women do. She wasn’t short like I expected her to be. She was just about average height for women and on the slim side with small breasts. When she started talking to me, I had trouble understanding her at first because she spoke with a British accent, not an American one.
When his Dad came in, I could tell where Kenjiro had got his looks. His sister was a lot like their Mom and Kenjiro was a lot like his Dad. His Dad still looked like a military officer even when he was wearing a regular suit.
I wasn’t worried much about what we’d have for dinner because I eat almost everything but I hoped we wouldn’t have any raw sushi. I shouldn’t have worried because they ordered in Chinese food just like we do. I think I surprised everybody when I used hashi to eat with instead of a fork and did it almost as good as everybody else.
When we were eating, Kenjiro told his parents what I wanted to do about a computer and how he was going to help me put it together. He told them I was going to sleep in his room on a futon on the tatami and everybody got a kick out of that.
When we went to his room, he opened a closet in the hall and I helped him carry another futon and some stuff into his room. He put our futons sort of in a V with his computer in the middle, at the foot. Maybe it was the head, I suppose, because I couldn’t see that it made any difference. He turned out the overhead light and the only light in the room was from the computer monitor.
He sat down Japanese style on his futon so I folded up my legs and sat down on the other one. Maybe I surprised him by being able to sit like that but it was something I’d always been able to do and I liked it.
He told me all about his computer and the software on it and what he could do with it. When the sound came on, I looked around and finally found the four little speakers he had in the corners. I couldn’t believe they were pumping out so much sound and he said the sub-woofer was in the closet and it could be anywhere. He did something to turn off the sub-woofer and said his Dad would get pissed if we played it too loud. He loaded a game called Alien Annihilator and showed me how to play it. I liked the way you could change the alien’s blood from red to green and other colors and splatter it all over. We killed a few million aliens and at the same time talked about computer technology and what I might like in my computer.
After a while, Kenjiro asked me if I wanted to get ready for bed. He said we didn’t have to go to sleep right away and we could just talk. I said yeah and we went to the benjo so we could pee and brush our teeth. When we got back in his room, he asked me if slept naked or in pajamas. I pulled out the thermal underwear I’d brought and told him I liked to sleep in them. He said he liked to sleep naked and we could if I wanted to. I said yeah and he got a couple of short kimonos out of his closet. He told me he kept one handy so he could hide a hard-on under it if he got up to go to the bathroom at night.
We both got naked and I checked him out and I could see he was checking me out too. We were both about the same size, about five seven or eight, and he might have weighed ten pounds more than me and I’m at one twenty-five now. I guess we were a lot alike except the way everything was colored. My skin is real light and fair with freckles on my face and shoulders and arms and he was darker, like he had a good suntan. My hair is sort of dirty blond and brownish and his was dark black. The funny thing was the way his pubic hair was; it was black and almost straight, not curly like mine and everybody else I’d ever seen.
I couldn’t see anything about his dick that made him think it was Japanese size. It looked about like all the others I’d ever seen, bigger than some, smaller than some, really about the same size as mine. We sat down on the futons again and folded up our legs and I checked him out again and compared his to mine. His balls were hanging down and resting on the futon, just like mine. His dick hung down between his balls almost to the futon, just like mine.
“Why did you say your dick’s Japanese size?” I asked. “It’s about the same as mine.”
“Shit, Kerry, yours is big for your age. Mine was maybe half that size when I was twelve.”
“Twelve and a half,” I said.
“Yeah, well, fuck me, like that makes any difference.”
“Well, a year ago, it was about half as big as it is now. It’s just been growing faster then I am.”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean. Mine’s stopped growing. I think mine’s as big as it’ll ever get and it’s not even six inches. You’re going to be hung like a fucking horse before yours quits growing.”
“Well, maybe you ought to get a girl’s opinion. If she thinks it’s big enough, maybe that’s all that matters anyway.”
“Maybe you’re right. A girl at school jacked me off at a party a few months ago. She thought it was big but she’d never had one in her pussy.”
“Did you try?”
“Sure. All I got in her was one finger. I didn’t wash my hands for a week. Every time I dug a booger out of my nose, I’d get a hard-0n. How ‘bout you?”
“What?”
“You know. Have you ever got any?”
Something Dad had said more than once popped into my mind. I knew it was damn good advice.
“My Dad says a gentleman never talks about what he does with a lady.”
“Well, fuck me again! You have done it, haven’t you?”
I couldn’t help but smile. I knew Dad was right. I couldn’t tell him what all I’d done. He was fifteen and a virgin. I didn’t want to make him jealous.
“All I’ll say is I know what pussy smells like.”
“Shit! You could tell me. I won’t tell anybody.”
I just shook my head no. “Nope. How about showing me another game?”
He showed me one of his favorites, something about Half-Life, and it really looked fascinating. I couldn’t believe the graphics and the way it looked on his monitor. He said it was too complicated to play for just a few minutes and he’d play with me sometime when we had an afternoon to waste.
“You want to see something good?” he asked.
“Sure. What?”
He did some stuff on the computer so fast I couldn’t follow him and the next thing I knew there was a man and woman on the screen and they were fucking. We watched it for a while and it was pretty hot but not nearly as hot as watching the real thing. When Brad did it with Arial that was really something to see. They were always slow and gentle with each other and I could tell they loved each other and enjoyed what they were doing. The bad thing about the movie was the guy was banging away at the woman so hard and they were both grunting so loud, it didn’t look like anybody was enjoying it. It looked more like he might have been raping her. They’d both shaved everything they could and he had a rubber on his dick and it didn’t look like anything I’d ever seen.
“Wait ‘til you see what he does when he comes,” Kenjiro said.
He put the movie on fast-forward, just like a tape, and then stopped it at one point. All of a sudden, the guy pulled his dick out of the woman’s cunt and they flopped around until he was standing and she was on her knees with her mouth open and her tongue hanging out. I didn’t see when he took the rubber off but he didn’t have it on when he got in front of her and started whacking away at his dick. When he started squirting, she acted like she was trying to catch it and swallow it but I could see her spit it out. It was disgusting.
I looked over at Kenjiro and I could tell his dick didn’t think it was disgusting. Then I looked down at mine and mine must have liked it too. It was just as hard as Kenjiro’s and looking up at the ceiling just like his. I looked up at him and he was grinning too.
“You want to jack off?” Kenjiro whispered. “I’ll play some more good stuff.”
I wanted to see some more but I didn’t want to see an old guy like that doing it with a woman with a flabby ass.
“Are they porn stars?” I asked.
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Don’t you have anything with just plain people? You know, people who look like somebody we’d know? I wouldn’t fuck that bitch with your dick.”
“Yeah, I know. They are kind of pathetic.”
“What if your Mom or Dad catches you with that stuff on your computer?” I asked.
“They can’t. I’ve got some encryption software that creates a virtual drive on my computer. It’s encrypted so tight nobody can get at it.”
“I’ll bet my Dad could. Stuart, he’s my half-brother, could too. I know Luke, my sort-of brother could. He’s almost got a master’s degree in computers.”
We lay there and talked for a while about our family. I told him what my Dad did and how Stuart was my half-brother and what he did and I tried to explain how Luke was my sort-of brother and how he was going to come to work for Dad handling all the computer stuff for Andersen Security. He told me his Dad had been in military intelligence in the Navy and had retired as a Commander because all the top ranks were getting filled up and he probably wouldn’t ever get another promotion. He said he was working part-time with the police departments in town and at the university and trying to find a full time job he wanted.
“You ever see your sister Arial naked?” he asked.
I didn’t think it’d hurt to tell him the truth about that. Some of the kids at school already knew about my family and how we were nudists sometimes.
“Sure, all the time.”
“No shit! Where?”
“At home. We’re nudists. We don’t worry about clothes when the weather’s warm. We’ve got a backyard pool nobody can see and we swim naked. It’s lots of fun.”
“Damn! You mean you see your Mom and Arial like that all the time?”
“Yeah, and Kathryn. She’s Kavan’s girlfriend. She lives with us.”
He looked at me and I could tell he was trying to figure out what it meant that Kathryn lived with us.
“Are they doing it? You know, Kavan and Kathryn, are they fucking?”
I just smiled at him. I wasn’t about to start telling him what somebody else did.
“Maybe you’d better ask them.”
“Aaww, come on, Kerry, do they sleep together?”
I didn’t say anything.
“Damn, that’s something. I wish I could have a girlfriend I could sleep with. I’d fuck her twice every night and once in the morning.”
“Well, how about you? You ever see Akiko or your Mom naked?”
“Yeah, Dad’s last duty station was at Yokosuka, Japan, and we’d take Japanese baths sometimes. Japanese don’t worry about being naked around each other like Americans do.”
“You’d see all sorts of Japanese stuff in the baths, huh? Cute little Japanese pussies?”
“Nah, it was just sort of family baths with us. Once in a while, we went to some with Japanese relatives but not much.”
“I thought everybody over there got in those hot-tubs together.”
“Nope. The only time we did that was when we had a big family vacation with some of my Japanese relatives. We went to a resort hotel near Mount Fuji and they had a big pool with hot water that bubbled up out of the ground. It was winter and it snowed and we all still got in the pool. You’d freeze your dick off when you got out and boil your balls off when you got in the pool. I liked it, a couple of dozen of us all up to our necks in hot water.”
“Did you jack off in the hot-tub, maybe in the pool?” I asked. I reached down and stroked my dick a couple of times.
“Shit, no, Kerry, you don’t do that in the tub. You use soap and rinse off before you get in the tub. The tub’s just for soaking.”
He watched my hand and then he stroked his dick a couple of times.
“You know how Japanese guys jack off?” he asked.
“No, how?”
He held his dick with his thumb and one finger and moved them up and down.
“With hashi.”
I grabbed a pillow and tried to hit him. He grabbed one and started swinging at me. I hit him beside the head and he held up one finger and I gave him a time-out. He took off his glasses, laid them on the little chest under the scroll, and attacked me again. We kept swinging at each other and giggling and rolling around. Finally, he knocked my pillow out of my hand so I tried to grab him. He ducked down and, when he came up, he wrapped his arms around me and we rolled over until he was on top of me, straddling me. He held his arm back with the pillow in his hand ready to hit me again.
“Give up?”
“Yeah.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Can I ask you a favor?”
“What?”
“Would you get off my dick?”
He moved backwards so he was sitting on my thighs. His dick was still pointing up at the ceiling. Mine was just a few inches from his and it was pointing at the wall behind my head.
“That’s a dick?” he sneered. “It’s so little, I couldn’t even feel it.”
“Well, at least it’s not a hashi-dick like yours.”
He started giggling again and so did I.
“Damn, that hurts, Kerry.”
“Not half as bad as it would if I shoved it up your ass.”
“Let’s jack off,” he whispered.
“OK.” I said.
He scooted back up toward my face and leaned over a little. His balls were against mine and our dicks were almost together. He reached down with one hand and pulled them together. I lifted up my head and looked at what he was doing. He had his thumb holding his dick down and his fingers holding my dick up. He moved again, just a little bit, and I could tell he was trying to get my dick lined up with his. He leaned over to the right, looked, then leaned over to the left, looked again. It looked to me like his was directly over mine and it looked like his was exactly the same size as mine.
“Poor little hashi-dick,” I teased.
“Well, fuck you, Kerry,” He said. “If I’ve got a chop-stick dick, you do too.”
He started sliding his hand back and forth, jacking us both at the same time, my dick against his. I watched what happened and his foreskin slid back and forward over the head of his dick just like mine did. I liked the way it felt when he did it with his dick against mine. I felt for my pillow and stuffed it under my head, then put my hands behind my head and just lay there and watched him doing it. He kept looking down at our dicks and then at my face and grinning all the time.
“You do it,” he whispered.
I reached down with my right hand and we swapped hands. I had my thumb under mine and my fingers over his and it felt like one super-sized dick in between. I started jacking us both and he watched me for a while and then started squirming around so his balls were squashed against mine and it was harder to hold onto our dicks. I held my hand still and he started pushing with his hips so I did the same thing. It was like both of us were fucking my hand at the same time. I liked that. It felt too good and I knew I was going to come if we kept it up. I hadn’t jacked off since just before I got out of bed and that was just a quick one.
I guess Kenjiro felt about the same way because he reached down with his hand and just wrapped it around his dick this time. I just kept mine on my dick and started stroking it faster and faster. His hand was so close to mine that we were bumping knuckles. Maybe Kenjiro synchronized; I didn’t. I just kept watching while we both did it, his hand holding his dick just an inch or so away from mine, his balls still resting on mine, his ass sitting on my thighs, while we did some coordinated jacking. If it was a race, I won.
I squirted out a white string and, as usual, it flew up toward my face. I saw it coming and turned my head and it hit me on my cheek. I looked back and saw another one coming and I knew it wasn’t going to go as far and it landed in the middle of my chest. That’s about when Kenjiro started squirting too. He was aimed more up than I was and his lofted over a little and then fell back down about at my navel. By the time we both finished, I had one big mess of come on my chest and stomach. Damn, that was hot, all that mess of his come and mine puddled up and down my chest and stomach.
Kenjiro just sat there still straddling me, waiting for his breathing to slow down too, and we looked at each other. He had a silly smile on his face like he was a little kid and proud of what he’d done. I guess I looked just as silly but I couldn’t help but smile too.
“Damn, Kerry, you made a fucking mess on yourself,” he said.
“Fuck you, you hashi-dicker, I had a little help.”
He sat on me a little while longer and we both kept looking at each other and smiling. He still had his hand around his dick and so did I. His looked about the same as mine, with a little more come drooling out the slit at the end. Mine had already softened a little but it wasn’t back down to soft size. Kenjiro moved his hand and pushed mine out of the way and then held our dicks together again. He looked me in the eyes and smiled again and then rolled off me.
“If you can be still, I’ll go get something to clean up your mess,” he whispered.
“Fuck you,” I said. “You’re the one who erupted like Mount Fuji.”
“Well, fuck you too, you blew out a wad like Mount St. Helens.”
He stood up and got one of the kimonos and slipped it on. I just put my hands back under my head and shut my eyes and waited for him to get back from the bathroom. He was back in a couple of minutes with a warm wash cloth and a towel and I just lay there and let him clean me off. I didn’t mind at all when he milked my dick down and got the last drops out and then wiped it off.
We lay there talking for a while longer until I started yawning. I guess Kenjiro felt about the same as I do after a good orgasm. He started yawning too and I knew I could sleep OK even if I was on a futon on the tatami. He reached over and tapped the keyboard and the monitor went off. At the same time, a light came on near the door. I looked and saw that the Japanese scroll was illuminated and the stuff written on it could be read if somebody could read Japanese.
“What does that say?” I whispered.
“It’s a prayer. My Japanese grandfather did it for me. He says a prayer for me every night and when I read the scroll it’s like I’m hearing him praying for me.”
“You can read that stuff?”
“Not much. I can read Japanese written in Romanji; that’s when it’s written in our alphabet. I can read a little bit if it’s written in Kanji like that but not much.”
“What does it say?”
“I can’t tell you, Kerry. It’s my grandfather’s prayer for me. It’s kind of personal.”
“OK, I’m kind of sleepy anyway,” I said.
“Yeah, me too,” he said. “Put on your kimono if you go piss in the middle of the night. Akiko’ll drag you in her room if she sees you with a hard-on.”
“Damn, I hope so,” I said.
TO BE CONTINUED:
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