THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Seven

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, 34 in story, 28 in flashback with kids; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in story, 15 in flashback with Jacob Paul, 16; 16 in flashback with James Boyd, 18; 18 in flashback with Grant Knight, 19; 27 in flashback with kids; Kavan Stuart, 7 in story, 21 months in flashback; Arial Stuart, 5 in story, 3 months in flashback; Kerry Stuart, 11 months in story

TELLING THE STORY:
Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart


(KIERAN)

I asked Siobhan to come to bed with me early, just as soon as Kavan and Arial and Kerry were down for the night. I showered and was drying off when she came in the bathroom. I brushed my teeth, combed my hair, and stood watching through the glass while she showered. When she finished, I had two towels waiting, one for her hair and one for the rest of her. When she was dry, I asked her to sit down on the toilet. I tried to comb her hair, my dick only inches from her face. Even her breath on it was enough to cause it to begin to engorge.

“The other afternoon when I was taking care of the kids and you were baking the apple pies, do you remember what I said?"

"I think so. You said something about how I smelled, like apples and cinnamon and nutmeg."

"That's not all I said. I said I'd like to eat you. There’s half an apple pie left. I know something that would be good with it.”

She looked up at me and smiled. “Make up your mind. Which do you want to eat – me or apple pie?”

“Both,” I said. “I want you first. I want to bury my face in your cunt. I want to lick you and lick you until I can’t taste or smell anything but cunt. I want to chew on your cunt lips. I want to fuck your cunt with my tongue. I want to suck your clit and tongue it until you come. If I’m still cunt-hungry, I’ll do it until you come again.”

“Kieran, it sounds like you’ve got cunt on the brain tonight. When do you want the apple pie – before of after?”

“After. After you come at least once or twice. When you tell me to stop, I’m going to cut two pieces of apple pie. I’m going to put some sharp cheddar cheese on top. I’m going to warm that in the microwave. Then I’m going to put a big scoop of vanilla ice cream on top of that. And we’re going to eat your pie. And I’m going to taste cunt, apple pie, cheddar cheese, and vanilla ice cream. Damn, Siobhan, I couldn’t get any more gourmet than that, could I?”

“OK, you can have all you can eat, except for one thing.”

“What?”

“Leave the cheddar cheese off mine. I don’t need the calories. Especially since I’m gonna get a load of calories when I suck you off. After you come at least once or twice, then we’ll have the apple pie.”

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Afterward, we snuggled up close to each other in bed. I loved to feel her naked ass pressed against me and to cup my hand under her breast, especially since Kerry had been weaned and she didn’t have to wear that damned nursing bra to bed.

“Kieran,” Siobhan said, “some day we’re going to have to teach our kids about sex. When Kavan’s seventeen and Arial’s sweet sixteen and Kerry’s what – twelve, would you tell them what we just did?”

I had to think about that for a minute or two.

“Maybe. There’re some things we’ve already agreed on, like raising them in a nudist or naturist home. I want them to grow up without shame about their bodies. We can’t be ashamed of ours then, can we?”

“No, but seeing us naked and seeing us before apple pie are quite different.”

“My father and mother didn’t hide from me and my sister and brother when they wanted to grope each other. I’ve seen my Dad holding my Mom from behind with his hands on her breasts lots of times. They had clothes on but the three of us kids didn’t see anything wrong with it. We were glad to see them. Would it be so different if our kids saw me holding you with my hands on your naked breasts? Or both of us holding each other with our hands on each other’s naked butts?”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that, Kieran. But do you want them to see us in bed, with me riding on you? How’d it look for them to see your balls hanging down, your cock in my cunt, my asshole exposed? Do you think they’d like to see that?”

“I don’t know. I would. Can we get a mirror?”

“What are you going to teach Kavan and Kerry about masturbation? What am I going to teach Arial? They’re going to do it, you know, whether we talk to them about it or not.”

“I wish, I wi…Shit, I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I’d like to teach them that it’s perfectly natural. It’s nothing for them to be ashamed about. I think it’s the opposite – something healthy, something they should be encouraged to do. I want them to know it’s something they don’t have to hide.”

“Did your father or mother ever catch you doing it?”

“No, my father talked to me about it. I knew it was OK to do it. We had a rule that if any of us shut the bedroom door, we wanted privacy. We shouldn’t be disturbed. It worked fine for my parents and for us kids.”

“You were still hiding it. Do you think we could raise them so that they wouldn’t worry too much if the door were shut? If you walked in and Kavan, or maybe Kerry, was jacking off, he’d just smile at you and keep on doing it. Maybe even let you watch.”

“It’s hard for me to picture that little baby girl in there masturbating when I walk in and then her letting me watch.”

“Kieran, I’d love to raise them like that,” she said. “I’d love to raise them so that they could keep on getting in bed with us when they’re naked. Maybe even sleep with us once in a while. I love to have you and Kavan and Arial and Kerry in bed with me now. Would it be wrong to let them be that close when they’re seven and eleven and twelve?”

“I don’t think we’d have too big a problem then. But when they’re thirteen and seventeen and eighteen, what then?”

“Well, maybe by then the two oldest ones will have somebody else to sleep with.”

“How about Kerry? I wish I’d had somebody to sleep with when I was thirteen. I wouldn’t have had to jack off all the time.” 

She was silent for a while then. I didn’t know where we were going with this. I wanted so much to be open and honest with my wife and kids about everything. But was this going too far?

“I know one thing,” she said. “I’m not going to hide anything from them and I’m not going to be ashamed of anything we do.”

“Agreed,” I said. “Now let’s get some sleep. We’ll talk about this some more another night. And tomorrow night you’ve got to tell me about your first love. You’ve been promising you would.”

“First love, hell, the first one was a lying bastard. He was no love.”

“Well, was the second one any better?”

“I guess. Except that he loved the guy who was his room-mate too.”

“Damn, you mean he swung both ways?”

“Well, he didn’t swing with me much more after I found out about it?”

“Did you have anymore luck with your third one?”

“I suppose. He was quite a hunk. All the girls at school thought so. He was damned good in bed. He just didn’t let me see his bad side until after he’d got me there.”

“Got you where?”

“Quit poking me with that thing, Kieran. Go to sleep. I’ll tell you about him tomorrow night.”

I was almost asleep when she decided she had something she had to tell me.

“Kieran, are you asleep?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“One afternoon last week, Arial was letting Kavan look at her pussy.”

“Did you walk in on them?”

“Yeah.”

“What did they say? No, what did you say?”

“I didn’t fuss at them. I didn’t tell them it was bad. I just asked Kavan what he was doing.”

“And…”

“He said he was looking for her hole.”

“Her hole?”

“Yes. You know the little book about sex we gave them after they walked in on us making love – it said a woman had a vagina and a man put his penis in it to make a baby. He thought if a guy could put his penis in a girl, there had to be a hole there. He said the only one he could see was the one she pooped from.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at that. “What did you do? What did you tell them?”

“I just told him to trust us. I said there was a hole where he was looking. When he grew up and got him a girl, he’d find it.”

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The next night, as soon as Kavan and Arial and Kerry were put to bed for the night, Siobhan took my hand and led me into our bedroom and on into our bathroom. Perhaps there’s a fine line between loving acts and sexual acts. When she scrubbed my back with the rough sponge, I closed my eyes and leaned against the shower wall. It was pure sensual pleasure, an act of love from the woman I loved, but not sexual. My cock didn’t lift even an inch in the warmth of the shower.

She turned me around and rubbed my chest the same way, almost hard enough to tear what little chest hair I had out of my pores. My cock hung down, complacent, not involved. When she moved down below the Mason/Dixon line, my navel, my cock noticed. He tried to raise his head to see what she was up to. By the time he got his head up, his cyclopean eye was covered. He had to endure a few minutes in darkness before I picked her up and carried her out of the shower.

I took her to bed still dripping wet, impatient to love her the way I wanted. She wrapped her towel around her wet hair and opened her legs to me. Her thighs were beginning to develop a very faint stubble but they were still smooth against my cheeks. The area between her legs where she shaved was also smooth and my tongue found only one or two stiff thorns to impede me. The neatly-trimmed red mat on her mound crushed under my forehead and nose as I sought out her opening.

She smelled of soap  - flowers and herbs – and of woman – musk and pheromones. She tasted like some strange fruit that could never be shipped from the tropical earth where it grew. I let all of my consciousness slip away except for the senses at play in the fields of the goddess. In short, I licked her cunt and sucked her clit until she came, hard and groaning. Two nights in a row and just as good the second time as the first, even with0ut the apple pie. And she did have a hole down there; I stuck my tongue in it a few times.

Afterward, she permitted me to comb out her hair, use the hair dryer, and then blow it dry. I wondered how many times I’d done this, an act of pure love, in the years I’d known her.

“We were talking about how we’re going to raise our kids,” Siobhan said, picking up the conversation that had not ended the night before.

“Well, we did decide a few things, didn’t we?  We’re going to keep on being nudists, naturists, whatever. Just no clothes when that’s comfortable. We’re going to keep on sleeping that way when we want to. We’ll let them do the same, if that’s what they want. We’ll let them crawl in bed with us once in a while, maybe even sleep with us. What else?”

“It’s the What Else we’ve got to think carefully about,” Siobhan said. “We both agree we’re going to be totally honest and open with them in talking about sex, no matter what the topic. And when they get to puberty and hormones start flowing, we’re going to teach them that it’s nothing to be ashamed about, that sex is natural and good.”

“It’s more than just teaching them an attitude about it, Siobhan. I’ve jerked off as long as I can remember. I don’t think I’d have any trouble talking to Kavan and Kerry and maybe even talking to Arial. Maybe I could show the boys; who knows? If I walked in on Kavan pulling his pud, I don’t think it’d be a problem for me. Maybe after he got used to it, not for him. But, Arial, that’s scary. Can’t picture her at thirteen watching me jack off when I’m about forty.”

“How many different ways can you talk about masturbating without saying that word once? You just said it three different ways.”

“Honey, that’s just the beginning of the good ways us guys describe it. But whattaya think, in about eight or so years, should I let my little girl watch me jack off or should she have to watch some stranger, some little neighborhood kid?”

“Kieran, I hope she can watch the neighborhood kid, and her brothers, and maybe even her father, if he can still get it up.”

“Siobhan,” I hit her with a pillow, “you’re going to get it for that.” 

She did. Twice. Once after she told me about Jacob Paul and then a quickie in the shower the next morning. But I don’t suppose I should count the one in the shower. Siobhan’s sensitive mother’s ears picked up a noise from the kids that I never heard and neither of us came that time.

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(SIOBHAN)

I was fifteen when I met my first love. Ha! I was too stupid to know. Love? I didn’t have a clue. My parents had rented a beach house with Mom’s brother and sister and their kids. I think there were 6 adults and about 10 kids. I was the oldest girl there. During the first week, I started to wish I wasn’t there. All I was doing was a lot of babysitting. That all changed the next weekend when a family came to the beach house next door. They had two children, a boy and a girl. The girl was just there on weekends. The boy turned out to be the same age as I was.

He was sitting on the beach late one evening, just as the sun was going down. He had on shorts and a too-big T-shirt with a floppy hat. I saw him from the deck of our house. I was tired of having to deal with the young kids and not having anybody my own age to talk to.

I put on clean shorts and knit shirt and walked down to where he was sitting. He seemed lost in thought, looking out to the horizon. I suppose he saw me out of the side of his vision because he stood up, looked at me, and said “Hello.”

I answered by saying hello, telling him my name, and then saying, “It’s spelled S-I-O-B-H-A-N. But it’s pronounced Sheh-vawn. It’s Celtic.”

“It’s a beautiful name. It fits you.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere. Anyway, everybody is calling me See now. About all I’ve done this last week is baby sit. When anybody needs a baby sitter, they say ‘See Siobhan.”

“It sounds like fun,” he answered. “My sister thinks she’s too old to do anything with me since she’s got a boyfriend. My parents are always too busy working on their business to relax even at the beach house. I’d like to have somebody to do something with, even if it’s babysitting. And my name’s Jake, short for Jacob. Jacob Paul. Talk about messing up names. When I have a new teacher, they always try to call on Paul Jacobs.”

“Come help me tomorrow morning, Jake,” I said. “The kids get an hour at the beach in the morning, another in the afternoon. They want me to watch them in the morning tomorrow. I’m free the rest of the day.”

“OK, See,” he answered, grinning, “I’ll be there tomorrow.”

And that’s how my first love started. We sat on the beach and talked until it was dark and I thought I’ve better go in. He helped me with the little kids the next day and we both had fun. I took a nap after lunch, worn out from playing in the surf with the kids. Woke up in time to help fix dinner. I kept looking out to see if he’d come out again. Finally, just before sunset, I saw him sitting on the beach again, wearing about the same outfit.

When I walked up behind him this time, I noticed that he had his head on his arms, sort of hidden, and I thought I heard him sniffing or something. I wondered if he was crying and stood still a minute. He had stopped sniffing but his head was still down. I deliberately made a noise so he’d know I was there.

He looked up at me and said hello and I could see tears in his eyes and his face was a little red. I plopped down beside him and neither of us said anything for a while.

“What’s wrong?” I finally asked. “It sounded like you were crying.”

“Naah,” he said, “I guess I just got something in my nose. It’s nothing.”

“I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice to have someone else my age to talk to. Why won’t you talk to me and tell me what’s really wrong? I told you I was unhappy yesterday. You came over and helped me enjoy the morning.”

“This is sorta guy stuff,” he answered. “I don’t think you’d understand it.”

“I’ve got lots of guy friends, not boyfriends, just guys who are friends. We talk about most everything. I’ll bet whatever’s bothering you's nothing I haven’t heard about before. Besides, I’ve got a little brother; he’s a couple of years younger than me. He tells me all about boy stuff and I tell him about girl stuff.”

He looked me directly in my eyes, holding the look for a couple of minutes, before he finally said, “It’s about the way some of the guys treat me. I’m not much good in sports and they say I look too much like a girl. Some of them keep saying I’m a queer – a faggot. It hurts.”

“Yeah, boys and girls in school can be mean. They like to put down people and call them names like that. My red hair has got me called all sorts of names and some of them aren’t nice ones.”

“Why do they do it?” Jake asked. “How the hell am I supposed to know what I am, gay or straight?  I’ve never done anything with anybody else.”

“Well, you are cute. But I don’t think you look like a girl. You look like a boy who’s just growing up to me. Why do they think you’re gay?”

“I can’t talk to you about it.”

“Why not? My brother and I talk about stuff like this all the time. He tells me what’s happening with him, how he’s always getting a boner, as he calls it. I made him tell me what he does about it. He said he beats the hell out of it but he never can make it behave.”

“Yeah, that’s the way I am too,” he volunteered. “I can’t make it behave. It happened once in the showers at school when a bunch of us guys were showering. I think that’s when they started calling me a queer. But I’ve seen some of the other guys pop a boner in the shower and nobody called them gay. I suppose it was because they were sports jocks.”

“Why don’t you just ask yourself whether you’re gay or straight?” I suggested. “I’ll bet you could answer the question if you thought about how you really feel. Nobody else’s opinion really matters, does it?”

“It’s not that simple,” Jake said. “I see guys in the shower all the time and I check’em out. I think I’m mainly just comparing them with me to see if I’m….developing like they are. I may get a boner in the shower once in a while but I even get’em in classes. If a guy can get one in our History class, he can’t be gay. I’ve see magazines with pictures of naked women and I always get hard. But I see pictures of naked men and I get hard from them too. Shit, I can even get hard from walking down the street and looking at a fireplug and thinking that it looks like a woman with big boobs.”

“OK, Jake,” I said. “Let me ask you a couple of questions and maybe we can figure it out together. But you’ve got to answer truthfully.”

“OK, I’ll try,” he answered.

“Well, do you like to look at me?” I asked. “When I had on my bikini this morning, how did you react? Did I cause you any hard problems?”

“Yeah, why do you think I spent so much time in the water? Why do you think I wore those baggy trunks?” 

“Well, I think that’s probably normal for guys your age, isn’t it?” I said. “I’ve got one more question and then I think we’d better change the subject for tonight. I’d like to go for a walk on the beach with you.”

“You sure it’s your last one? This is kind of embarrassing.”

“I’m sure. Now, tell me, have you got a boner now from looking at me and talking to me about this stuff?”

“Yeah, I have, “he answered, “and I’d love to go for a walk with you. But I can’t right now.”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, loudly. I grabbed his hands and pulled him down into the water with me. The breaking waves were small ones but the water was a little cool. I pulled him out into the waist-deep water before I released his hands. I noticed he had a nice tent in the front of his baggies when I pulled him up. I began to splash him and he started doing the same to me. We kept it up until we were both drenched.

“Can we go for a walk now?” I asked, holding out my hand to him.

“Yeah,” he said, with a grin, and he took my hand as we waded out of the water and held it until we came back from our walk.

“Thanks for a nice evening, Jake,” I said. “Think of me tonight and I’ll think of you.”

“You mean when I’m….you’re going to do it too, thinking of me?”

“Yeah, I am,” I said. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He broke into a big grin and I left him standing there like that.

The next morning, he came over to help me with the kids again. We played on the beach and in the surf again and I noticed that he did spend a good bit of time in the water. We heard thunder rumble out in the gulf and we knew we had to get off the beach. We took all the kids to the recreation room on the beach floor of our house and played games with them until noon. I invited him to have lunch with us and he seemed very happy to accept.

After lunch, he said he had to go back to check in with his parents and that he’d see me on the beach later in the evening. I read a book most of the afternoon, except when I was interrupted with thoughts about what he’d look like without those baggy trunks on.

I went out about seven that evening, hoping he’d come out early. I had hardly got to the beach in front of their house when I saw him come running out. When he came to a stop in front of me, he held out his hand and I took it.

“I’m glad you came out early. I was hoping we could go for a longer walk,” he gushed. ”My parents said it was OK with them if I was in before nine. What about your parents?”

“After lunch, both of my parents mentioned you. Dad said you seemed like a very nice boy and that he was glad I’d met someone my own age. Mom said she thought you were really cute.”

That made him blush and so we were quiet for a while, just walking on the beach, holding hands. We walked east until the light began to fade and then started back. It was dark when we got back to our beach house. We stood for a few minutes in the dark almost under our house, both my hands in his.

“Thanks for a wonderful day,” he finally said. “Can I…uuh…uhh…kiss you goodnight?”

“No,” I said, and then waited a little bit until I saw the smile leave his face. “Because I’m going to kiss you.”

I pulled him toward me and saw his face break out in a huge grin again. He met me half way and dropped his grin long enough to press his lips against mine.

When he stepped back, I asked, “Jake, is that the way you really want to kiss me?”

“No, no,” he stammered, “I just didn’t think you’d want….do you mean a real sort of kiss?”

“Jake,” I said, “let’s try again. Take your time and let’s see what happens. OK?”

This time, he put his hands on each side of my face and lowered his face a couple of inches down to mine. At first his lips just pressed on mine but then I felt his tongue snake out and I opened my mouth to his. He stepped closer to me and I put my hands on his waist and pulled him up against me. I dropped my hands down to his buns and held him tightly against me. He ground his pelvis against me while he kissed me like a man, not like a boy. I could feel another boner pressing against me. I don’t know about him but I was hot and flushed and wanting more of something. My heart was beating almost uncontrollably. I’m glad Jake finally stopped to stand back, looking me in the eyes, grinning all over his face.

“Jake, I’ve got to go in,” I said. “But answer me one question first. Do you really think you’re a queer?”

He gave me that big infectious grin again before he said quietly but with self-assurance, “No, I don’t think I am. I think I like girls. Damn, that’s not enough. I love girls.”

“Jake,” I whispered just before I went up the steps, “you sure didn’t feel gay to me.”

You know how it went after that. Every time we went for a walk, we went a little farther and further. We were quickly drowning in kisses and slobbering all over each other. He started rubbing his crotch against me so I could feel how hard he was. Then he slid his hand up under my bikini top and I pulled it up so both breasts were free. First time, he just felt them up with his hands. Next time, he went straight for them and started sucking like an expert. He tried to get his hand in my bikini bottom but I stopped him. The next time, he pulled my hand down to his crotch and pressed it against his cock. I didn’t stop him that time. After that, he pulled me down in the sand, both of still in swim suits, spread my legs and pressed his hard-on against my pussy. I think that’s when I thought for the first time that I loved him. His next step was to dry hump me until he came. I think that embarrassed him; I was just irritated.

Things came to a head after that. We were standing on the beach in the dark, kissing and groping and dry fucking each other. He must have decided he’d had enough dry and wanted to go for the wet. He pulled his baggies down and stepped out of them. Before I knew what he was doing, he pulled my bikini down between my legs. When he grabbed me by my naked ass cheeks and pulled me against him, I knew I was in love with him. He humped against my stomach and then stuck it between my legs. My cunt was wet and open enough so that it slid back and forth easily. I could feel the head getting closer and closer to my opening when he groaned and shot off again. I felt the hot glop running down my legs and almost panicked. I ran out in the surf to wash it off and then couldn’t find my bikini bottom when I came back on the beach. I panicked again. I was crying when I finally found it.

A few days later he invited me to come over to their beach house for the first time. He told me to come by 3 pm because there was a movie he wanted to watch. He said he was sure it was one I’d enjoy. I went to the back of the house, to the sliding doors on their deck. The doors were open to the breeze, the screen closed. I looked inside and didn’t see anybody home. I called his name and thought I heard him say, “Come on in.” I slid back the screen and went in but still didn’t see anybody. I heard him say, “Back here.” I went down the short hallway and found him.

He was naked on his bed. His cock was erect. He was slowly stroking it. Again he asked me to come on in. I stood in the door, mesmerized by the sight of his testicles hanging down and his erect penis standing up. Again, he tried to get me to come in his room. I shook my head in refusal. His hand started moving faster and I watched. I could see the muscles in his hips and legs tensing. He erupted in a series of white fountains that fell back on his stomach. He lay there with half-closed eyes looking at me. I looked as the puddle of semen on his stomach. I was scared to death. I left the same way I had come.

The beach and bedroom experiences cooled me off for a few days. I was scared of him but couldn’t think of anything else. I saw him sitting on the beach for a couple of days but I couldn’t make myself go to him. When I met him on the third day, he said not one word about what happened either time. We went for a walk and then we were back at it, getting closer and closer to something we were both desperate to have and scared to death of doing. I told him we couldn’t because I could get pregnant. He said he’d take it out before he came. I was smart enough not to believe that. I told him to get some protection. He asked me what sort of protection. I couldn’t believe he was that dumb. “Rubbers, stupid, you know the kind that unroll over your dick and keep you from getting a girl pregnant.” “Oh, you mean that kind. Why can’t you get something?”

I think love sort of died with that but teen-age lust was still very much alive. He talked me into jacking him off and I loved to hear him groan when he came. I saw it fly out of his cock once or twice when we were close enough to the lights of a beach house. I thought that was pretty damn hot.

But he never seemed to know that I was going back to our beach house and then using two or three fingers to cool off my cunt so I could sleep. I let him get his fingers in me but he never seemed to know I had a clitoris. I figured he wouldn’t know what to do with it if he couldn’t find it.

We were still arguing about the need for protection one night when he let something slip out that made me back up in disbelief.

“Damn, See, my sister takes care of protection when I do her. Why can’t you?”

“YOU’RE FUCKING YOUR SISTER?”

“No, no, no, See. I meant she takes care of it when she fucks her boyfriend.”

“Yeah,” I sneered, “but you said she took care of it when YOU did her. What’s did her? If you’re not fucking her, what the shit does that mean?”

He made his second, fatal mistake. “Well, goddamit, you’re a cocktease. If she let’s me fuck her on weekends, what’s it to you? At least it keeps my blue balls under control.”

“Jake, you’re a goddam lying bastard. You’re not a queer and you know it. You’re not a virgin. If you’re lying about that to me, what else are you lying about? Who else have you fucked?”

“OK, Miss Virginal Slut. I’ve screwed two girls in my class. They both loved it. What’s wrong with you?”

I was crying by then. “There’s nothing wrong with me, Jake, you asshole. I was just stupid to believe that I could love a lying piece of shit like you.” I took a couple of deep breaths and tried to calm down. “But you’ve taught me a real lesson, Jake. At least I didn’t let you fuck me. And you sure as hell never will.” I turned around and went back to our beach house. I made sure I never saw him again. They left the beach house at the end of the month and renters moved in. 

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(KIERAN)

“OK, I agree. Jake was a lying bastard. Now are you going to tell me about your second love tonight, the one who swung both ways?”

“Can we wait a little while? I’m tired. Let’s just lay here quietly for a few minutes.”

“Did Kerry wear you out when you gave him his bath? Or was it all day?”

“He was into something all day long. Since he’s started walking, he finds one thing after another that he shouldn’t play with. It’s always something with him.”

“What now?”

“I guess he was trying to find out how the toilet works. I heard it flush and I went looking for him. He was standing there holding the handle, looking at the water swirling down. He waited until the tank filled and then he flushed it again. I just stood there and watched. Then he looked up at me and gave me a big grin. I don’t know what to do sometimes. I can’t fuss at him when he grins at me like that.”

“Well, I was like that. My Mom said if curiosity really killed the cat, I’d be dead a million times.”

“He was sweet when I put him in the tub to give him his bath tonight. He got a hard-on as usual when I washed his bottom. He likes to play with it.”

“So? We all do.”

“Were Kavan and Arial good when you showered with them?”

“Yeah, except Arial pulled my dick.”

“Why?”

“She dropped that little yellow squeaky duck. When she squatted down to pick it up, she reached up and grabbed something to hold while she stood up.”

“Well, what did you do?”

“Nothing. She just giggled. You know I can’t fuss at her when she laughs and then smiles at me. Maybe she thought she was grabbing my finger.”

“I suppose so. Your dick’s not much bigger anyway.”

“Damn it, Siobhan. You’re gonna get it for that.”

“Well, it doesn’t feel like I’m gonna get anything. Could you wait ‘til after I tell you about James?”

“I guess so. After what we’ve done the last two nights, I probably won’t be able to get it up again anyway.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think I felt it twitch when I rubbed its head.”


TO BE CONTINUED:
