THE MEASURE OF MAN

An Epic by Gil Gamesh

Chapter Forty-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.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS:
Kieran Stuart, 43; Siobhan Stuart, 42; Kavan Stuart, 17; Arial Stuart, 15;
Kerry Stuart, 12 

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 didnt mind being silly with me. I didnt 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 theyd let me play along with them. I didnt worry about that even if I did end up sucking Brads dick and that was the first time Id ever done that. He did the same for me and I dont 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 Id fool around with Leigh. Shit, I liked all the stuff we did with together but I couldnt 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 didnt 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 dont 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 Id 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 shed 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 didnt 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. Shed washed her face and brushed her hair. I couldnt 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 youre the one whos 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, whats going on?

She wants me to do it with her.

You meanshe wants you to have sex with her, right? I guess youve 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 didnt want her to tell me what to do; I just wanted her to help me think about what I had to do.

Boy, thats going to be a problem, isnt it? You told her Mom you wouldnt and you told Mom and Dad the same thing. I think youd better take this one to Dad and let him help you.

Naah, I just want you to listen. Ill tell you what Im thinking and you tell me if it sounds like the best thing to do.

I can do that, Kerry. Shoot.

Well, first thing is, Im not going to do it. I want to and my dick sure wants to. But its time for me to fish or cut bait. If I do it, shell 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 dont want to hurt her. But I dont want her feeling like she owns me.

Arial nodded. So far, so good.

I called one of my buddies whos in the seventh grade with her. I asked him if hed 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 didnt want to tell me who but I told him I wouldnt get mad. He says Kirk hangs around her a lot.

Kirk McLendon?

Yeah, Ive been pals with him and Larry Williams for years. Hes a nice guy.

So youre going to see if hes interested in Leigh, maybe enough to take her off your hands?

Yeah, Im going to call him in a few minutes.

And youre going to do what we talked about  see if hell ask Leigh to go somewhere or do something with him. Then you tell her youve got to study a lot, maybe say youve got to do something for Mom or Dad, and youre not going to be able to spend much time with her. Is that about it?

Yeah, its not being honest and I feel like a shit because of that.

As young as you are, can you buy condoms?

Sure. Drugstores dont care. It wouldnt 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 hed give me some hes not using if I want them.

Well, maybe youd better keep some but I dont like the idea of you doing it with Leigh unless you bounce it off Dad. I think you know what hes going to say.

Yeah, but I dont think I really need to talk to him. I dont really want to keep going with her and itd hurt her a lot worse if I did it first and then dumped her. That idea about getting her to dump mes the best one I can think of. I guess Ive 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, its not. If it was, Id just go ahead and do it. Im 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 Id 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 its cause I love you the same way. I dont ever want to do anything to make you ashamed of me.

Then, make up your mind right now and tell me what youre 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.

Im not going to do it, I said. Ive done too much with her already and Ive got to put a stop to it. Im going to call Kirk and then Im going to start pulling back from Leigh.

Arials face broke out in a big smile. I think thats what you should do, Kerry. I think youve made the right decision. I love you and Im proud of you.

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I still dont understand whether I made Kavans and Kathryns problems worse or not. I guess I probably knew a guy wouldnt really like some other guy fucking his girlfriend, even if the guy was his little brother. Shit, I wasnt the one who came up with the idea in the first place. I dont 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 Andersens 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. Weavers condo with Brad and his Dad and Genie

I had lots of studying to do so I stayed home and didnt 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 dont guess Ill 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 Id 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.

Id 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 hed know I wasnt going to tell Mom or Dad. It was OK for him to have a beer around them but it wasnt 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 Kathryns legs. I think he knew she wasnt 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 wasnt even surprised when Kavan said he and Kathryn were going to their bedroom and then asked me to join them.

Their king-size bed hadnt 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 dont guess I wasnt 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 wouldnt 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 Kavans 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 didnt like the look on his face. It looked like he was pissed  royally pissed  and that surprised me.
 
Kavan, I started, weve always been able to talk to each other. I dont 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 Id 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 didnt 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, hed 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.

Dont ever hate me, Kavan, please, not ever, I said. You and I and Arial have got something special the way we love each other. Lets dont ever let other people make us quit loving each other.

He looked me in the eyes and then nodded slowly. Youre right, Squirt. I dont hate you. Its just me; Im all fucked up and I dont know why.

I know some brothers cant 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 didnt 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. Ive been treating her bad. I dont want it to be that way but it just happens.

Well, just talk to her. Try to tell her whats bothering you. I cant read your mind. She cant either.

You come with me. You talk to her too.

Uh, uh, if something happens and we get to fucking around again, youll just get mad again.

No, I wont, Kerry. If its just me talking to her, shell get her feelings hurt and start crying again. Come on, help me.

I knew I had to when he asked me like that. I didnt know what good I could be, trying to help them talk to each other. I just didnt want to cause any more problems for them.

Kavan, if I go with y0u, youve got to promise me something.

What?

You know I want to fuck Kathryn. I dont have a girl I can do it with anytime I want to, like you do. Im grateful as hell every time I get some. Youve got to promise me we wont start playing around again tonight. When I come back upstairs, Im 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 didnt look mad any more.

I guess youre right, Squirt. Ill be nice to her. You help me talk to her.

Theres 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 its OK with him since I cant 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, its got to be cause I know its OK with both of you.

He started smiling at me and I guess maybe I was saying the right things. I didnt know what I could say talking to Kathryn and him at the same time but I decided Id try.

You know, Squirt, he said, youre a smart little devil. Im glad youre my brother.  

I went back downstairs with him. Kathryn had her face in the pillow and I could tell shed 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 dont know whether anything anybody said made sense. Kathryns eyes got all wet with tears again and so did mine and Kavans. It seemed like everybody and nobody was to blame for whatever the problem was. 

When Ms. Lauren came, wed 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 husbands death, somebody had said some good sex might help. I guess I volunteered even if Id never done it then. I probably didnt expect to be taken seriously. Kavan said yeah, hed volunteered too. Thats when Kathryn decided shed 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. 

Its funny how you cant 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 shed been doing something with somebody while she was gone. She swore she hadnt and shed just changed the way she looked so hed love her more. So Kavan said hed started worrying when she talked so much about New York and wanting to go back for the summer and he was afraid hed lose her.

It all got to be too much for me toward the end. I dont think they knew Id been talking less and less. I still didnt 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.

Im going upstairs to my room and go to bed and jack off and go to sleep, I said. Why dont 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 couldnt 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. Arials 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 couldnt 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 didnt 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 Id 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 hes probably right.

Im 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 dont know. See what you can find. But I dont want anything else.

Well, I do. Im hungry.

Youre always hungry.

I cant 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 jocks 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 hes really like a teddy bear. Hes 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. Ones a nice guy even if he is a football player. Keith Hargrove. Except for Grizzly, hes the only one worth talking to.

Why arent they worth talking to?

Theyre stupid. They think theyre smart but theyre so stupid they cant talk about anything but football and girls. I dont want to hear who theyre screwing.

Do they name names?

Sure, they dont 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 somebodys pussy was, how big and hard somebodys dick was, how somebody got their pussy eaten  stuff like that. I think they were just doing it to see what Id 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 dont say anything. I act like Im a little kid who doesnt know anything about sex. Its hard to keep from laughing at them. I told you theyre stupid.

Is Grizzly like that?

No. He looks like hed be dumb but hes not. Hes got a sense of humor as bad as mine. I can cut up with him the way I like to.

Wouldnt you like to screw around with some of the jocketttes?

Nah, I wouldnt 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.

Ive got two tests tomorrow and then one on Thursday, I said. Ive got some serious studying to do tonight.

Is there anything I can do to help you, Arial asked.

Nah, Ill probably be at my desk slaving away until the wee hours of the morning, maybe as late as nine oclock. Just make sure somebody calls me when dinners 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. Ive 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 itll work out. Kirk likes her. I told him how nice she is. And I didnt tell him anything about her fooling around with me. Ill just let things be quiet for a while and see.

She sat and looked at me, sipping on her hot chocolate. Id 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 didnt believe in telepathy but it was enough to make me wonder.

She called me for supper. I guess Id gotten so wrapped up in studying that I didnt 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 shed 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 didnt mind. I like her panties but Ive 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 Ill rub your back.

She didnt 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 shed 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, Ive 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, dont 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. Ive seen Dad do it lots and now youre doing it too.

I didnt even remember doing it.

I dont know. I guess its 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 its to pull my balls up a little so they dont get scrunched between my legs. I dont have any underwear on and they kind of hang low when Im warm like now.

She giggled and slid her hands all the way down from my neck to my butt. Well, Im just glad I dont have all that stuff hanging out all the time.

Yeah, its 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 cant? I guess Id better use some deodorant tomorrow morning. Ill probably stink after two tests.

Its not bad, Kerry, she said. Its sort of raunchy. Its 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 shed 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.

Youve got a beautiful dick, Kerry, she said. All of you Stuart men do. Im just glad Brads got a nice one too.

I thought gals think all dicksre ugly, I said.

Thats not true. Well, maybe sometimes it is. You should hear Betty Lou Chapman talk about her boy friend. Hes circumcised and she says his dick is ugly. She says its two-toned when its hard  dark for about three inches and then red for another three. Im glad youre not like that.

Which is the red part?

Silly, its red on the end. You know that. 

Yeah, well, every time I see one like that, it looks like somethings missing. I dont 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 dont know how. Im just glad Dad didnt 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 dont 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, Id 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 didnt put it on my balls.

When I went in my bedroom, Arial wasnt 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 Id 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 Arials 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 Id 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 didnt know what to say and I said the wrong word.

Mom!

She looked right at my crotch and I looked too. She couldnt help but know what was making the bulge in my thermals. I saw her glance at the desk where Id left the baby oil and damp towel. I looked too and I knew she knew what I was about to do. I still didnt 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 youre 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.

Thats 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 Id been set up.

Gotcha, Squirt, she said, and then giggled again.

Arial, thats 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?

Id be glad too, Princess. Just let me hang up his shirts.

Thats 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 wasnt 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.

Ill take his shirt off; you pull his pants down.

I think she tried to take my head off with my shirt. I laid 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 wasnt the kind of help I had in mind. 

Then Mom reached down and pulled my balls up from between my legs.

Mustnt scrunch these, she said. He might need them to give me grandkids some day.

I guess Arial had told her every word wed said but I didnt care.

See, Mom, Arial said. I told you it was beautiful. Dont you think hes got a nice little dick?

Its not so little, Arial. He and Kavan have both got one like their fathers. But I do think theyve all got very nice ones.

Brads is nice too, Arial said. Im glad hes not circumcised either. Its more fun to play with that way.

I was lying there waiting, while they yakked back and forth. I wondered if theyd 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 didnt 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 didnt 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, thats good.

OK, Ill try it with Kieran.

Let me know it he likes it, Mom, Arial said.

Mom stopped doing it and just wrapped her hand around Arials so they were both holding my dick.

Do you kids wish wed 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 Arials hand slid down my dick. She slid it back up. Then down and back up then down.

Are you sure, Kerry? Mom asked. Wouldnt 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, weve 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, youve gotta be kidding, Arial said. Lots of the kids at school never learn anything about sex from their parents. Thats stupid.

Yeah, I grunted, because Arials hand was getting me close.

I really like the way youve raised us not to be ashamed of what we do, Arial said. Ill 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 wouldnt be long before I squirted. I looked up at Arial and she was watching Moms handiwork. Even if she didnt 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 didnt 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.

Youre 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 Ill 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 wasnt so hard, Princess.

I didnt 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. Thats the way it was with me wanting my own computer and then getting Kenjiro Daniels to help me get it. It wasnt 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 Stuarts, a monster hard-drive, a flat-panel monitor: thats 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 Laurens 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. Its funny how he could remember the trails all over the property but he couldnt remember how to find his way home. Hed 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. Thats 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 couldnt 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. Laurens 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 didnt 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 thats 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 hed 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 didnt like to use words like that just because he was smart. Id 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 hed 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 hed even give me a five-hundred dollar matching grant if I could earn that much toward the price of the computer. I didnt 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, hed have the fastest internet connection put in at home because hed probably need it and I could use it for my computer. He let me borrow a catalog from Andersens 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 Id 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 didnt 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 didnt 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 Kenjiros except that his was short. She was really beautiful and I guess I didnt 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 wasnt 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 wasnt 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 didnt 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 wasnt 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 didnt use a mouse; they used hashi. I asked what that was and he said chopsticks. I wasnt 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 wasnt 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 didnt have a Japanese-size dick like his. I didnt 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 wasnt. I told him Grandpa Stuart had thought it was mutilation and wouldnt let Dad and Uncle Alan be cut. So Dad didnt even consider it for me and Kavan. Kenjiro said hed 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 Id seen Japanese do in movies and I guess she liked that. She almost didnt look Japanese and she had on clothes just like American women do. She wasnt 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 wasnt worried much about what wed have for dinner because I eat almost everything but I hoped we wouldnt have any raw sushi. I shouldnt 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 couldnt 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 Id 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 couldnt 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 aliens 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 didnt 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 Id 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 Im 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 Id ever seen. 

I couldnt see anything about his dick that made him think it was Japanese size. It looked about like all the others Id 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 dicks Japanese size? I asked. Its 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. Its just been growing faster then I am.

Yeah, thats what I mean. Mines stopped growing. I think mines as big as itll ever get and its not even six inches. Youre going to be hung like a fucking horse before yours quits growing.

Well, maybe you ought to get a girls opinion. If she thinks its big enough, maybe thats all that matters anyway.

Maybe youre right. A girl at school jacked me off at a party a few months ago. She thought it was big but shed never had one in her pussy.

Did you try?

Sure. All I got in her was one finger. I didnt wash my hands for a week. Every time I dug a booger out of my nose, Id 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, havent you?

I couldnt help but smile. I knew Dad was right. I couldnt tell him what all Id done. He was fifteen and a virgin. I didnt want to make him jealous.

All Ill say is I know what pussy smells like.

Shit! You could tell me. I wont 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 couldnt 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 hed 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 couldnt 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 didnt look like anybody was enjoying it. It looked more like he might have been raping her. Theyd both shaved everything they could and he had a rubber on his dick and it didnt look like anything Id 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 womans 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 didnt see when he took the rubber off but he didnt 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 didnt think it was disgusting. Then I looked down at mine and mine must have liked it too. It was just as hard as Kenjiros 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. Ill play some more good stuff.

I wanted to see some more but I didnt 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.

Dont you have anything with just plain people? You know, people who look like somebody wed know? I wouldnt 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 cant. Ive got some encryption software that creates a virtual drive on my computer. Its encrypted so tight nobody can get at it.

Ill bet my Dad could. Stuart, hes my half-brother, could too. I know Luke, my sort-of brother could. Hes almost got a masters 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 wouldnt 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 didnt think itd 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. Were nudists. We dont worry about clothes when the weathers warm. Weve got a backyard pool nobody can see and we swim naked. Its lots of fun.

Damn! You mean you see your Mom and Arial like that all the time?

Yeah, and Kathryn. Shes Kavans 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 wasnt about to start telling him what somebody else did.

Maybe youd better ask them.

Aaww, come on, Kerry, do they sleep together?

I didnt say anything.

Damn, thats something. I wish I could have a girlfriend I could sleep with. Id fuck her twice every night and once in the morning.
 
Well, how about you? You ever see Akiko or your Mom naked?

Yeah, Dads last duty station was at Yokosuka, Japan, and wed take Japanese baths sometimes. Japanese dont worry about being naked around each other like Americans do.

Youd 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. Youd 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 dont do that in the tub. You use soap and rinse off before you get in the tub. The tubs 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.

Thats a dick? he sneered. Its so little, I couldnt even feel it.

Well, at least its 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.

Lets 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 Ive 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 hadnt 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 didnt. 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 wasnt going to go as far and it landed in the middle of my chest. Thats 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 hed done. I guess I looked just as silly but I couldnt 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 wasnt 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, Ill go get something to clean up your mess, he whispered.

Fuck you, I said. Youre 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 didnt 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.

Its a prayer. My Japanese grandfather did it for me. He says a prayer for me every night and when I read the scroll its like Im hearing him praying for me.

You can read that stuff?

Not much. I can read Japanese written in Romanji; thats when its written in our alphabet. I can read a little bit if its written in Kanji like that but not much.

What does it say?

I cant tell you, Kerry. Its my grandfathers prayer for me. Its kind of personal.

OK, Im 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. Kikill drag you in her room if she sees you with a hard-on.

Damn, I hope so, I said.


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