Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2007 11:23:48 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: Other Little House 13-14

Chapter 13
I Meet the Chinese

The next morning, before dawn, I woke up and was very disoriented. I was
laying on the floor on a thin mattress between two Chinese boys. Suddenly
I remembered the boy who had protected me and the older boy who had been
injured. The memory of what had happened came flooding back, and I began
to cry. Both boys rolled towards me in their half-sleep and put their
arms around me, holding me between them until I sobbed myself back to
sleep.
When I woke up again the sun was shining through the window and the boy
who had protected me was gently shaking my shoulder. "Come," he said,
"it's time to get up. We have much to do today." He and the older boy
both stood up, the older boy limping from where he'd hurt his leg. As
they started to get dressed, I noticed that their bodies were very
beautiful. They were both almost as hairless as me except that the older
boy had a black, curly thatch over his fat, stubby peter and the boy I
thought of as my protector had a much smaller patch of hair there. Their
light sandy tan colored skin was flawless, smooth and tight, covering the
smooth muscularity of their bodies with gracefully rippling waves of
motion. Once they were dressed, they both turned their attention to me.
After a brief discussion in the language that I did not understand the
older boy lifted me out of the bed and put me on my feet beside a low
bench against the wall and began to wash me from a basin of water. The
other boy went down to the end of the long room and came back with some
clothes that were only just a little bit too big for me. They wrapped a
cloth thing between my legs and around my waist instead of underpants and
then pulled on a baggy pair of pants that tied at my waist with a
drawstring. They had to roll up the cuffs so that I didn't trip on the
long legs, but the pants looked just like theirs and I liked them very
much. They pulled on a funny kind of a shirt that had little bars instead
of buttons, wide cuffs at the ends of the sleeves and a funny collar that
stood straight up instead of laying down.
As they finished adjusting my new clothes my belly rumbled. Both boys
laughed and each took one of my hands. "Are you hungry?" the big boy
asked.
"Yes, please. I'm very hungry."
"Then we must feed you," the younger boy said as they lead me off down
the long room.
I looked around and we were in an attic with many of the mattresses on
the floor, each with a bench and either a wooden cabinet or chest against
the wall. Boys were getting cleaned up and dressed while a crew of boys
had started at the far end of the attic, cleaning the floors and rolling
up the mattresses. Everyone was very intent on what they were doing, but
were also quietly talking and joking around and they all nodded and said,
"hello" as we walked by.
The staircase was very narrow and steep. The older boy went down first,
holding his arm up in the air so that I was suspended between him and the
younger boy. I swung back and forth and laughed as I enjoyed my ride. We
went past the third and second floors all the way down to the ground
floor where they set me down again. Both boys straightened my clothes and
ran their fingers through my hair to make it lay neatly. The older boy
was bent over adjusting my coat tails and I took his face between my
small hands and kissed him on the lips and said, "Thank you," meaning
for everything he'd done for me. He blushed, but hugged me and patted my
back as the younger boy finished arranging my hair. I put my arms up to
him and he lifted me up to his hip. I turned his face to me with my palm
on his cheek and kissed his rosy lips. Unlike the older boy, he kissed me
back and then gave me a big hug, like I was his little brother or
something, but I didn't understand that then.
We went into a room with a low table and we squatted down like the other
people. The boys filled three ceramic bowls with some white, funny
smelling, gruel looking stuff and gave me one of the bowls and a funny
looking wooden spoon with a short handle. The food smelled funny, but it
tasted wonderful and I quickly ate the whole bowlful and several small
cups of some odd tasting brown stuff that wasn't coffee or any sort of
tea I was used to. The boys offered me more food, but I told them I was
full. They said that they had to go to work and that I was to stay in the
kitchen with the cook where I would be warm and safe. I clung to my
protector, afraid to have him leave, but both boys assured me that they
were not leaving the house and that they would check on me and be there
to eat lunch with me. They put me on a stool in a corner of the small
kitchen and reassured me that I would be safe and that they would check
on me from time to time.
The kitchen was very different from anything I'd seen before with great
round pans that the old, old man who was in charge cooked in. He bossed
everyone in a high pitched voice, yelling and screaming invective that no
one seemed to pay much attention to other than to bow and smile. The fire
was very hot and I was soon overheated and bored. There was a great pile
of bowls on the big sink counter. Cook had shown me how to deal with that
so I took off my new shirt and hung it on a peg in the wall. I pushed the
stool over to the sink and climbed up on it so I could reach. There was a
double faucet with a single outlet that swung back and forth over the two
sinks. I put the plugs in the drain holes and filled the far sink with
hot water and the sink in front of me with soap and water as hot as my
hands could stand and started to wash the bowls and put them in the hot
water to rinse. The old cook came up behind me, yelling and
gesticulating. He stuck his hand in the hot rinse water without seeming
to notice how hot it was and pulled out one of the bowls I'd washed. He
rubbed the china between his fingers, making a squeaking sound on the
clean porcelain. He smiled and set the bowl down on the far counter to
drain dry. Then he harangued me some more and, pointing at the pile of
bowls and the sink, thumped me on the head with the long sticks he still
held in is other hand before returning to his cooking.
I washed the whole pile of bowls and then rinsed them off and stacked
them on the counter so that the air could get to them to dry them. The
old cook came over to inspect my work and kept nodding his head as his
nonstop stream of gabble continued without break. He rinsed off the cloth
I'd used to wash the bowls and used it to wash the sweat from my face
and torso. Then he put my shirt back on me and buttoned it up and combed
my hair straight again, feeling it's fine blondeness and patting it over
and over until it looked right to him. He lead me over by the door and
showed me two buckets connected by some cord to a funny looking stick.
One bucket had many of the small cups in it and the other bucket some of
the hot brown fluid he called `T'ae Ong' and a ladle made out of what
he called `Bamboo'. He fitted the stick across my shoulders and it fit
very comfortably, making it easy for me to carry the two buckets. He led
me out of the kitchen and through the dining room out to were many sick
and hurt people lying on mats on the floor. He showed me how to ladle out
the T'ae into the cups and how to offer it politely to people. Once I
showed him that I could do it properly, he pointed to all the other
people and went back to his kitchen.
I worked my way back and forth up the long triple row of people, offering
them the warming and cherished drink. Some people were unable to drink by
themselves, so I would put down my buckets and help them drink their
T'ae. One old lady somehow reminded me of Aunt Betsy and as I helped her
drink I suddenly broke out in tears. She held me to her chest with her
bandaged hands and softly rocked me as she sang a little Chinese lullaby
to me. I soon sat back up and helped her finish her drink and returned to
passing out the T'ae to my endless supply of customers. I was giving
T'ae to one burly man and watching one of the boys try to extract
slivers from the man's side. The boy was clumsy and was hurting the man
more than removing splinters. I asked for his tweezers and my small deft
fingers began to quickly remove the splinters. One of the older boys, a
young man really, came by and watched me. Then he left and soon returned
with a metal trough with several different sorts of tweezers and probes
in a dark purple-brown fluid. The young man showed me how to wash my
hands and the patients wounds in the astringent-antiseptic fluid to
protect them from infection and told me to keep the instruments in the
fluid unless I was actually using them. Then he told the other boy to
take the T'ae and continue serving it to everyone.
The young man stayed with me while I worked on the burly man and watched
as I followed the path of splinters down the mans side and around his
hip. When I tried to uncover the mans groin, he became quite bashful and
wouldn't let me pull the cloth back. The young man called out and a crew
of other boys quickly carried over several screens and erected them to
shield the burly man from other peoples view. Once the screens were in
place I put my hand on the burly mans chest and looked down at his groin
and then back up at him. I asked "Yes?" and he blushed but nodded to me
before rolling his head to the side so he didn't have to watch. I
carefully pulled the covering off his groin and there were several
vicious looking splinters stuck in his penis and testicles. I quickly
removed them, including one long one that was stuck into one of his balls
and another barbed one that I had to push through the skin to remove in
one piece. He had become erect as I worked on him and, as I removed the
last small splinters from the head of his peter, he ejaculated great gobs
of clotted white onto his belly. I pulled out the last splinter and wiped
up the mess he'd made. I smiled at the young man and said, "He is a
very strong man. Very powerful. Yes?"
The young man laughed and translated for the burly man who laughed and
then bowed to me from his laying down position and said something to me.
The young man translated, he thanks you for saving his heavenly pestle
and precious eggs. He asks your name so that he may name his next son for
you. I reached over a patted the mans now limp organ and said, "He is so
powerful, that should be next week!"
The young man translated and both men laughed, the burly man flinching as
I put antiseptic on his wounds. I dipped my finger in the purple staining
fluid and put two dabs on the broad head of his fat organ. "Now it has
three eyes to find it's home."
The young man translated again and both men laughed very hard, the burly
man taking his organ in his hand and waving it around like it was trying
to find its home. I began laughing as well and the three of us became
very good friends in those few minutes. The young man and I helped the
burly man learn to pronounce my name as I finished dabbing the purple
fluid on his wounds. I finally finished and covered him back up and
carefully laid across his chest to hug him. My arms barely fit across his
broad chest and he seemed a little uncomfortable at first but hugged me
and patted my back. I learned later that the Chinese don't really touch
people outside of their families very much, which was very different than
me.
I gathered my medicine stuff and bowed good-bye to the burly man. He
forced himself up into a siting position and questioned the young man,
then, looking directly at me, spoke in Chinese, and then bowed deeply.
The young man first sucked air between his teeth, which I later learned
meant great surprise or respect, and then translated to me, "This man
tells you that he, and his sons and his sons sons are in your debt.
Whatever you ask of him, he will try to do for you."
Even as young as I was at that time, alarm bells went off in my head.
Aunt Betsy and my mother had taught me enough to recognize when a man was
saying something very important. I folded my legs as I had seen the other
Chinese do and set my medicine tray on the floor and bowed with my head
all the way to the floor, Kowtow as I later learned it was called. With
my head still down, I asked the young man to translate for me. "My only
wish is that you quickly heal and live a long, long life so that you may
treat your sons and your sons sons and your sons sons sons as honorably
as you have treated me today."
The young man bowed deeply to me and then turned and kowtowed to the
burly man who, I learned years later, was a major community leader in the
textile industry as well as (secretly) a big time Tong leader. The young
man translated what I had said and both men sucked air and bowed to me.
The burly man laid back down and the young man guided me out of the
screened in area and over to the next person that needed splinters
removed. He patted my shoulder and told me that for one so young, I
showed great wisdom with the burly man. I put down my tray and began to
work on a middle-aged woman with a great number of splinters in her back.
The young man left, saying that he would be back before long.
I was laughing and joking with the woman as I removed splinters from her
back when the young man returned. He introduced a very old man with him
as Dr. Lee Po, A very wise healer who was unable to use his hands because
he had sprained one wrist and broken the other arm. Mr. Lee spoke very
good English and was to use me as his hands. We bowed to each other and I
quickly discovered that Dr. Lee was very knowledgeable and had a
wonderfully sly sense of humor. We worked through the afternoon and into
the evening and he taught me how to dig into people to remove buried
splinters and bits of rock and other refuse. He had me take a cloth
wallet from his pocket and showed me how to use the long needles in the
wallet to stop any pain before I had to dig after a rock or something
under the skin. Mr. Lee started calling me "Ant", because I was so
industrious and hard-working, he said.
I saw the boy who had carried me working very hard, and he stopped and
checked on me several times through the day. Dr. Lee finally asked him if
he thought he was my older brother or something and I sharply retorted
that he took care of me, unlike some old men I knew. The young boy
blushed deeply and tried to stammer an apology, but old Dr. Lee just
laughed and said that his little Ant had sharp teeth as well as agile
young hands. The young boy bowed and ran off and didn't return again
until he came to tell us that Mr. Lee Ho, the cook, said that we were to
come eat now or he was going to throw the food to the pigs in the street.
Dr. Lee Po laughed and said that in that case we'd better go eat,
because Mr. Lee Ho was not only the best cook in all of Chinatown, but
had the worst temper in Chinatown.
I was very tired and very hungry and the food was very, very good.
Freshly cooked and steaming with rich smells and flavors. The old cook
himself came out of the kitchen and brought me a special dish he had made
me. He waved his big cooking sticks around and told everyone that the dim
sum were for me and that if anyone touched them, he'd crack a few skulls
himself. When he left the room, everyone applauded me and started trying
to stifle their laughter as I started sneaking some of the delicious
little dumplings to my friends, Dr. Lee even taking one and pretending to
hide it from the cook with his hand as he popped it into his mouth and
chewed it up delightedly.
I was soon stuffed and almost falling asleep. Dr. Lee said that his
little Ant was too tired to work any more and should be taken to bed. The
two boys who were my special friends picked me up and I rode the younger
boys back off to the bathing room where both boys stripped me naked and
carefully washed me clean except for my hands which were stained a dark
purple-brown color up to the wrists, making it look like I was wearing
gloves. I told them my name was Jason Bodine. The boys formally
introduced themselves to me, shaking their own hands as the older boy
told me his name was Hsi Li, a cousin of the younger boy, who introduced
himself as Hsi Lung, but that I could call him Tom and his cousin Bob. I
insisted on helping them wash each other as we chattered about what had
happened that day. We poured buckets of hot water over each other and
then the boys lifted me into the high-sided tub to soak in the hot water.
I sat in first one's lap and then the others, switching back and forth,
hugging them and telling them how nice I thought they were.
We finally got out of the water and dried each other off. We put on light
robes and Lung carried me up the stairs to the bed I was sharing with the
two of them. I noticed that more than a few of the other boys were
sharing their beds and that there was considerable activity under some of
the quilts. I was tired, but still very wound up and very interested in
what was going on under those quilts.
Lung and Li, or maybe I should tall them Tom and Bob, because that's
what I always called them in private, anyhow, Tom put me down on my feet
and skinned the cotton robe off me while Bob got a clay pot from his
cabinet. Bob set the pot down on the bench and both boys dipped their
hands into the pot and then slathered some really nice smelling white
creamy stuff across my shoulders and down my arms. Working together as
though they had done this many times the boys began working the cream
into my muscles, massaging me as they worked and making me feel really
good. I just purred as the four hands worked my shoulder muscles and up
into my neck. The hands worked as if controlled by one person, twisting
and turning my head as they stretched and soothed the tired, stiff
muscles. The hands separated again and work down across my shoulders
again and into my hairless armpits. It felt so good it didn't even
tickle, and I'm usually very ticklish under my arms. They kneaded and
rubbed my arms and hands until the muscles felt like soft old cotton and
the cream was worked completely into my skin. They each got more of the
cream and warmed it in their hands before staring to work on my body.
Each had one of their big hands on my back and one on my front, smoothly
adapting their motions to match the part of my body they were working on.
I moaned when they started working on my buttocks because it felt so
good. The boys each worked one or two fingers down into my groove and
seemed surprised, but very pleased when I opened up so freely to their
questing, probing fingers. Each boy worked one of their long fingers
inside of me, bringing me obvious pleasure that seemed to delight them as
their other hands explored and played with my tassel and tickly little
bag until I was fully erected and sawing back and forth with my hips into
their hands. Both boys seemed very happy that I was enjoying myself so
much and when I began mewing and shuddering all over in my little boy
orgasm they held me up and stimulated me most thoroughly until I was
quite done.
Together, the boys lifted me and laid me down on the clean smelling sheet
and Western style pillow that someone had put on the bed during the day
sometime and then soothed my body with their gentle hands before
finishing my massage by applying more of the nice cream on my legs and
feet and rubbing it in deliciously well. The boys finally finished when
the last of the cream was absorbed by my skin. They laid down and got
ready to sleep, but I was now full of energy again. I sat up and got a
handful of the fragrant massage cream and used my other hand to push big
Hsi Li over on his belly. He tried to resist at first, but I climbed up
and sat on the small of his back and started spreading the cream all over
his back, so he just shrugged and relaxed. His back was so broad and
muscular that I ended up using my whole body to massage him, laying on
his back and using my forearms and the heels of my hands to apply deep
pressure while my body slid around on him, spreading the cream and
applying a broad pressure that both of us enjoyed very much, Li moaning
deep in his chest most of the time. I did the best I could on his arms
even though both of my hands barely fit halfway around either of his
arms. I wiggled my way down across his back and across his big globular
butt. He spread his legs for me and I knelt between them as I put more
cream on his butt and worked it over most diligently. He rotated his hips
up so I could give special attention to his hole, which was very
responsive to my touch, seeming to especially like it when I managed to
work two and three fingers from each hand inside. I finally finished his
legs and he helped me roll him over on his back. I massaged his smooth,
hairless chest but skipped his groin to finish his legs. On my way back
up I carefully inspected his crotch where his stubby, fat erection barely
stuck out of his deep cushion of straight black pubic hair maybe an inch
or two, so it was maybe five or possibly six inches long, but very big
around and blunt. I got more cream and spread it all over between his
legs, ending up with the neck of his heavy scrotum in one hand and three
and four of the fingers of my other hand up inside of him. He was really
enjoying himself. When it seemed like he was about to loose control I
leaned forward and swallowed his entire organ easily, burying my face
completely in the deep nest of his clean smelling pubic hair. I said it
was easy to swallow his pecker, and it was, but it was so fat that my jaw
was almost dislocated. Nice and filling. I always liked having a big one
in my mouth and Bob was going a little crazy from what I was doing. He
was moaning a lot and thrashing around on the mattress, trying to fuck my
face as I avidly sucked on him. Looking across his hip I saw my friend
and protector, Tom, laying on his side with his head supported on his
upturned arm, smiling at me. I smiled back as well as I could around my
big mouthful and really started working on Bob who, with a high pitched
whine, soon began splattering my mouth and throat with large quantities
of clotted cream. I was still sucking out the last of his tasty offering
when he suddenly slumped and fell into a deeply relaxed sleep. I finished
cleaning him up with my darting little tongue and then pulled the bed
quilt up over him to keep him warm and comfortable. He sighed and mumbled
a little bit, but didn't really move when I kissed him good-night.
I looked over at the still smiling Tom and realized that I really didn't
have the energy to give him a good massage, but I wanted to give him a
special treat anyway. I stood up and moved over to the bench and filled
both hands with the cream and, starring straight into his shining,
smiling eyes, rubbed the slickness all over the front of my body. His
body was beautifully smooth, a scant little patch of black hair crowning
the upper base of a slim, but seven inch long foreskin covered wand.
Moving over to my smiling guardian, I pushed on his shoulder until he
fell onto his back and then laid down on top of him and tried to slick up
his body with the cream coating my slight form but he took my head
between his hands and touched my lips with his. Within seconds both our
tongues were dueling for space in the others mouth. He finally lifted his
head enough to let me wiggle down his front  so that my hairless groin
covered his barely haired and much larger dicked family center. I slid
around on him until we were both slick and feeling GOOD. I moved back up
until I could drill my little bone into his belly button, making him
giggle. Then I shifted back down and caught the tip of his smooth
erection and used my ass lips to peel back his foreskin as I slid him up
inside of me. He gasped for air and trembled all over as his eyes rolled
up into his head and I sat up and started bouncing up and down on him. In
almost no time I was trembling and twitching all over as my behind made
loud squelching sounds from all of the fluid he was pumping into me. I
started to collapse, but he caught me and turned me around on his pintle,
laying me on my side between him and Li. He spooned up behind me with his
still stiff erection held inside of me and pulled the quilt up over us.
Within seconds we were both asleep, smiles on our faces, Tom especially
happy because that was the first time he ever ejaculated inside another
person, and me because I finally felt safe again.
Later that night I woke up being held in the arms of both boys with a
stiff dick and an itch in my behind. I moved my butt around and Tom woke
up and responded by giving me a good active fucking like only an
adolescent can. We woke Li up and when Tom was done I rolled over in
their arms and used Tom's slick deposit to smooth the way for Li's
entrance. I moaned from the stretching I was getting. Once Li was sure I
was OK , he lost his virginity on my bottom just like Tom had. He really
drilled me out good. Both boys had me several more times that night
making up for the quickness of their fucks with repeat performances. Our
final endeavor of the night ended in a mutual climax for all of us when I
got Tom to slide into me while Li was still pounding away in the same
channel. Wonderful! I slept well and awoke happy and full of energy (and
cum).

Chapter 14
I Meet the Meat

I woke up with the boys sitting cross-legged on either side of me,
already dressed in their light robes. I smiled and said `Good Morning'
to them. They returned my greeting as I bounced up to my feet, my stiff
little boy prong jutting out from my middle.
Li laughed and pointed at my erection. "Did we not give you enough sex
last night that you are ready for more already?"
I looked down and laughed, "No! I have to go to the bathroom really
bad!"
Lung put his finger to my bare chest. "And what if we won't let you?"
He asked.
I laughed and then jumped on his back like he was carrying me piggyback.
"Then I guess I'll have to have an `accident' on you."
Laughing, Li got to his feet and put his hand out to help his friend to
his feet. "Do you want to sit there and get wet or should we take him
downstairs?"
Lung reached up and took Li's hand. "I guess I am to be nothing but a
beast of burden for a round-eye's child.
As Li pulled Lung to his feet I slid off his back. Memories of losing my
mother and everyone and everything else I loved suddenly flooded back and
overwhelmed me. My eyes blinded by tears, I ran for the staircase. Naked
or not I wanted to rejoin my mother and Aunt Betsy and the handyman and
bouncer and the gentleman and Suzzy and my pony and everyone else who
loved me. Li called out sharply in Chinese and four boys quickly moved to
guard the doorway to the staircase. Other boys moved to guard the windows
in case I might try to jump from the building. I attacked the boys
guarding the doorway, struggling and fighting to escape and rejoin my
loved ones. Screaming, I collapsed to the floor, curled into a fetal
position, great wracking sobs shook my body. It felt like my heart was
being torn apart and that I was going to die.
Lung, closely followed by Li, rushed up to me and sitting beside me,
gathered me into his arms. I fought him until, desperately, I clasped my
hands around his smooth chest, sobbing my pain into his warmth. Lung held
me in his lap with his strong arms encircling me. Rocking back and forth,
he crooned meaningless noises to me as the other boys gathered tightly
around us, stroking and caressing both of us in concern and support as
only members of a family would.
The boys nearest the door suddenly parted and I looked up through my
blurry eyes and saw the old man that had found me. He ask a question in
Chinese and Li answered him respectfully in the same language. When Li
was done the old man gave what sounded like a string of orders and then
turned and left. Several boys, including Li, helped Lung to his feet with
me still clinging to his chest and sobbing my eyes out. My legs
automatically swung up around his waist and his hands went under my butt
and his fingers laced together to support me as he carried me downstairs
with the other boys, especially Li, making sure we didn't fall on the
steep stairs.
I resisted when Lung tried to unwrap me, but slid down off of him when I
realized that he had carried me to the toilet and that I still had to go
very badly. This was a Chinese toilet and Lung and Li helped me put my
feet in the entirely too large footprints marked into the tile, and to
squat over the hole in the floor. Li and Lung squatted over holes to
either side of me and we made our morning bowel movements and emptied our
bladders together. The rest of the boys went about their morning
ablutions, using the washing facilities and the other three toilet holes.
A really fat Chinese boy squatted next to Lung and we all laughed when he
let loose of a huge, loud fart. I'd always thought that Bouncer was the
best farter I'd ever heard, but this boy was in a championship class all
his own. Even through my tears I laughed at his performance.
Lung washed my bottom with water when I was done and carried me over to
the bathing area. There was a regular production line going with some
boys carrying water, other boys dumping buckets of water over the bathers
and groups of boys washing each other. Lung and Li and I were quickly
welcomed into the group bathing each other and all three of us were soon
both wet and lathered up. There was a great deal of horseplay and
laughter as the boys washed each other. All of the boys except me had
pubic hair to some degree or another and I was fascinated by the display
of more healthy young flesh than I'd ever seen in one place before and
quickly cooperated in the general cleanup, giving special attention to
the organs that so enticed my attention. The boys didn't seem to be body
conscious at all and happily offered me access to all the different sizes
and shapes of genitals they were carrying around. Several of the boys
became erect as I most thoroughly washed them and the other boys laughed
and gently teased them for their lack of control. I was erect the entire
time, but no one made fun of me although many of the boys commented on
what a nice tassel I had for a boy my age.
Li picked me up and carried me over to where some boys poured clean water
over us until we were rinsed off and free of soap. I asked Li if his leg
was OK and he assured me that it was much better as he carried me up the
tiled stairs into the tub of hot soaking water. Li held me in his lap
until Lung got into the tub and I moved to cuddle up in his arms. The
constant chatter quieted down as all the boys enjoyed the relaxing warmth
of the hot water. Regretfully we all left the tub to make room for the
last group of boys.
We quickly dried each other off and I was dressed in new blue cotton
drawstring pants, a white cotton shirt, white cotton stockings with
black, flat-soled slippers and a blue cotton quilted jacket with a stand
up collar and wide white cuffs. The other boys all dressed in the same
sort of clothes so that we all looked like we were wearing some sort of
uniform. I hopped up on Lungs hip and we all went into breakfast.
The kitchen helper, wearing a big bandage on his right leg, brought out a
large tray and served out bowls of steaming, good smelling food to all
the boys except me. The bowls were full of rice gruel with baked fish and
stir fried vegetables cooked into it that smelled and looked delicious.
As the tae was being poured, I wondered if I were to go hungry while the
boys around me ate this wonderful food. My stomach was growling loudly
when the ancient Chinese cook came out of the kitchen and put a plate in
front of me with a thick slice of lightly browned ham steak, two fried
eggs, grits with butter and pepper, two thick slices of toasted and
buttered bread, a pot of plum preserves and a glass of fresh orange
juice.
My jaw dropped open at the wonderful spread and in amazement at the
American breakfast the cook had prepared in his Chinese kitchen. I tried
to thank the cook as the other boys laughed and pointed at my plate and
chattered about my breakfast. Cook waived his cooking sticks around and
loudly threatened the 'greedy guts' around me with dire consequences if
they so much as touched my breakfast. Muttering imprecations, he shuffled
back into the furnace of his kitchen. Giggling, we quickly started
dividing up my breakfast. They liked the ham steak very much but didn't
care for the grits until I broke the egg yokes and mixed them into the
grits. Then they thought they were wonderful. While we were doing this
the boys were stuffing me with their gruel, making sure that each
mouthful had big chunks of fish or crisp pieces of vegetable. It tasted
as wonderful as it smelled.
Cook came out of the kitchen and immediately saw egg yoke on the corner
of the fat boys mouth. He grabbed the boy by the hair and began beating
him over the shoulders with the cooking sticks. It must have hurt to have
his hair pulled like that, but I don't think the light bamboo sticks
were very effective through the quilted jacket. Several of the other boys
quickly wiped their mouths and the cook yelled, "Aha!" and cracked them
over the heads with his sticks. Waving his finger under my nose he yelled
at me in his high pitched voice. Even though I couldn't understand his
language I knew that he was telling me to eat my own breakfast that he
had, in great pain and agony, and with unbelievable difficulty prepared
for just me and NOT for this bunch of importuning beggars who in any case
had food of their own much better than what was deserved by a bunch of
such useless scalawags. He went back to the kitchen still waving his arms
and muttering about the uselessness of the upcoming generation.
Big eyed, we all sat and stared at each other until the fat boy reached
up with a finger and wiped the yoke from his lips with a finger that he
stuck in his mouth and sucked on. "Ummmm," he moaned as he rolled his
eyes heavenward.
Lung had to bury my face in his belly (which was tense with his own
efforts to not laugh, and was not that well cushioned in any case, being
very flat and hard) to keep my laughter from bring the cook out of the
kitchen again. When Lung let me back up, I scooped up the last of the
grits and yoke mixture into one of the ceramic Chinese spoons and offered
it to the fat boy. He popped it into his mouth and licked the spoon
spotlessly clean, rolling his eyes in enjoyment the entire time. I
started laughing again and Lung had to put his hand over my mouth and
hiss into my ear to quiet me back down. The fat boy slipped his hand
inside his jacket and came out with a brown glazed bun. He carefully tore
it in half and gave me one of the pieces. It looked strange to me, but I
tasted it and found the flavors and textures delightful. Li explained to
me later that the buns were made of sweet bread dough, stuffed with honey
and sugar sweetened black bean paste. The buns were then glazed with egg
so that they turned brown and shiny when baked. All I knew at the time
though was that the bun made my sweet tooth very happy. I gave the fat
boy a big smile and he bowed to me and quickly ate his half of the bun. I
tried to share the bun with Lung and Li, but all they'd take was one
small bite each, making me eat the lions share, which I gladly did. I
latter found out that the fat boy worked as a delivery boy for the baker
next door and always had some sort of baked goods or another that he was
willing to share if asked politely.
Once breakfast was finished I started to go into the kitchen to help with
clean up, but Lung and Li took my hands and lead me out to the main
downstairs room and Dr. Lee Po. Dr. Lee had a whole group of assistants
today, applying polices, administering medicines, massaging and feeding
the patients. I stayed with Dr. Lee and acted as his hands again.
As I sat in the lap of the old Chinese Martial Arts Master, safe and
succored in the encompassing strength of his arms and powerful aura, the
heavy, iron-bound double doors at the far end of the dimly lit room
slowly swung open revealing a double row of boys. Each carried a slim lit
taper in his folded hands that lit the dusk shrouded nether end of the
hall, their serious faces and the identical blue uniforms with the wide
white cuffs that each student wore. Silently, their footsteps gliding
across the polished wooden floor without even the slightest sound beyond
the gentle scissors of displaced air as the twin rows entered the room
from shortest boy to the tallest young man. The rows split and the
columns moved against the long sidewalls.  At the end of the two columns,
regardless of height, Li and Lung continued straight up the center of the
long room as the two columns of students finished arranging themselves
against the walls.
The flickering glow of waxen flames gave shape to the shrouded spaces of
the now very large room, glowing off the polished expanse of the hardwood
floor and disappearing into the gloomy recesses of the distant ceiling.
Li and Lung were lit by their own tapers as well as those flanking them
as they stopped before the Master and bowed. Li and Lung moved to the
back wall and began lighting candles that were mounted on iron racks. The
other students turned and began lighting the candles behind them until
the glow of hundreds of candles lit the entire room. I gazed about as the
rich tones of polished wood and dark metal shone forth in quiet dignity
and strength. The beauty and power of the room with its heavy wooden
beams and simple furnishings was very imposing.
As each boy finished lighting the candles in his area he turned to face
the center of the room again. When all the boys were facing the center of
the room again the Master lifted his hand from my thigh and held it, palm
up, before him. The boys quickly moved to form seated rows facing the
Master and me. The Master disengaged my arms from his chest and sat me on
the cushion by his left side. He spoke to all the boys, his students, in
Chinese and then spoke to Hsi Li and then Hsi Lung. Without getting up,
they seemed to glide across the expanse of shining wood without actually
touching it and sat directly before the Master. He spoke at length to Hsi
Li who listened carefully. When the Master was done, Li bowed to him and
answered in a single word.
The Master nodded and then pointed to me and Li said something in Chinese
that sounded very formal and then he kowtowed to me. Not understanding, I
looked to Master for help. He just flicked his eyes to Li. I looked at Li
and not knowing what else to do, kowtowed to him. Li and I sat back up at
the same time and I heard Master grunt softly in approval. He called out
to Hsi Lung who came up and sat beside Hsi Li. The Master spoke to him
and Lung repeated Li's performance only this time I was ready and
kowtowed to him as soon as he started to bow.
The old Chinese man who I had told I would call "Master" turned to me
and spoke in English. "You are without family. Alone on this earth and
without ties to the past. You have agreed to be my student and to call me
`Master'. All of these young men are my students, and these two," he
said, pointing at Li and Lung, "are my nephews as well as my students.
They have agreed, if you are willing, to be your brothers. This is a very
serious thing for us. If you accept their offer, it is binding until the
end of time. You will owe them the loyalty, devotion, and respect a
younger brother owes to his older siblings. If you choose not to accept
them as brothers, there will be no shame, no problem. You can live here
with us until you are grown and able to live on your own. If you accept
them as brothers, you must do what they tell you and be as a younger
brother to them. What do you say to this, young Jason?"
I look carefully at the old man, thinking hard. Aunt Betsy more than
anyone had taught me to think things through carefully before speaking
and to ask questions if I did not understand and to agree to nothing
until I did understand. "Would you be my father then?" I asked.
His eyes going soft, the old man reached out and smoothed my hair and
then cupped the side of my head in his palm. "Always I will try to be as
a father to you, Jason. No matter what you decide to do."
I lunged forward and grabbed the old man around the chest. Tears pouring
out of me as the last of my inner pain surged up and out of me. As his
arms closed around my sobbing, shaking little body, the last of the pain
poured forth and I felt very light-headed and full of hope. Master Lo let
me cry myself out and then waived his hand in the air and a large red
silk handkerchief appeared as if by magic that he used to wipe away the
tears.
"Make me proud of you, my son," the old man said.
I backed away from him and kowtowed with all my soul. He smiled and
nodded to me. I sat up and turned to face Li and kowtowed again.
"Hsi Li," I said, pleading evident in my voice, "will you accept me as
your younger brother? I will obey you and honor you as Master Lo has
said. I will respect you and love you always as my eldest brother."
Sucking air, Li bowed deeply to me and said in English, "I accept you,
little brother. We are, forever, brothers!"
Without lifting my head, I shifted to face Lung. "Please Hsi Lung. You
have been like a protecting brother to me. Will you be my elder brother
forever. I love you and will do what you tell me to do. I promise not to
cause you trouble or to be a bother. Please Hsi Lung, will you be my
brother?"
Lung bowed to me. "Since my father and mother and younger brother died,
I have never wanted anyone else close to me. I do not need these words.
You ARE my younger brother!"
Explosively I leapt across to Lung nearly knocking him over as I wrapped
my arms and legs around him and burst into tears of joy. Grabbing me,
Lung broke down as his own pain flowed out of him. He now truly had a
family again also. I held his head and kissed him over and over. Telling
him everything would be OK because I was his little brother and I loved
him with all my heart and that Li was our older brother and I loved him
with all my heart also and that Li must be his older brother too, and
didn't he love Li as much as he loved me? Li had moved over close to us
when we began crying and hearing this, put his strong protective arms
around us and held us both. Lung realized that Li had been guarding and
protecting him since the death of his family, and embraced him as tightly
as he did me.
"Will you be my true brother as well Hsi Lung? Shall we be brothers to
each other as well as to this little one?"
Lung slipped an arm from around me and put it around the powerful back of
Li, and I did the same. Three brothers, holding each other, supporting
each other, closer even then when they had both been inside of me. Never
to be alone again.
The rest of the afternoons events sort of blurred together for me. Li and
Lung and I were sealed together as a triad, a very important relationship
that I didn't fully understand at the time, but that was to be important
for the rest of my life. Each of the students welcomed me to the school
by showing me their favorite and most special art. For some this was a
throw or strike or hold. For others, a stance or form or way of moving.
Each example was given to me and I accepted with gratitude. Watching
carefully and expressing my admiration for each thing shown and shared
with me. Realizing that each student was committing himself to teach me
this new thing.
Somehow we ended up in the dining room and were fed a huge banquet that
Lee Ho had produced for us. Even though I was the guest of honor, I
couldn't sit in one place. I kept jumping up and running into the
kitchen to thank Lee Ho for the different dishes he sent out, each more
beautiful and delicious than the one before. Every time I came out of the
kitchen, I would sit in a different persons lap, letting them and their
neighbors feed me from their chopsticks, hugging and kissing them in
joyful thanks.
Lee Po, the old Chinese healer and the burly man I had taken splinters
out of were also special, honored guests, sitting next to the Master at
the head of the table. At one point I went to Lee Po and bowed to him and
he gathered me into his arms and sat me in his lap like the boys had been
doing and fed me with his ivory chopsticks. He and the Master discussed
me as I sat there and it was arranged that I was to take instruction from
the Healing Master three afternoons a week. Just then a splendid
crackling brown suckling pig was brought from the kitchen. I clapped my
hands in surprise and delight and ran off to the kitchen to hug the cook
again. He waved his big cooking utensils around and yelled at me in his
high pitched voice, but made no effort to push me away. His anger at
being interrupted was impressive, but not particularly
effective--especially when he was yelling at me and patting and fondling
my bottom at the same time.
Lee Po finally shooed me out when I snitched a sweet roll from a tray and
ran laughing out into the dining room with him right behind me waving a
big ladle thing and yelling at me. The big burly man held his arms open
and I jumped into his lap and he closed his arms around me protectively.
Lung translated the rapid chatter between the burly man and Lee Po,
telling me that Lee Po was insisting that I finish my dinner before I
started eating sweets and that Mr. Chang, who was the burly man, was
saying that I could eat whatever I wanted to eat.
I put the sweet roll down on the table and asked Lung to tell Lee Po that
I would not even taste it until after dinner. Lee Po patted my head and
went back to the kitchen, loudly complaining about spoiled children and
the adults that spoiled them, forgetting to mention that he'd spoiled me
worse than anyone else so far.
[Later in the week Li and Lung contrived to help me spend the night with
Lee Po. He proved to be a tentative, but consummate lover. He had never
been with a boy before, but his wife had been dead for several years and
he succumbed to my desire to thank him. He especially liked to use the
classical three deep, two long pattern to awaken my sexuality to new
levels of awareness and pleasure. I would join him from time to time
after that so that he might continue my education in the classical
methods of lovemaking. Shu Fen, a thirteen year old fellow student who
truly admired Lee Po became his apprentice soon after this and would join
us for mutual lessons. As old as he was, Lee Po could leave both of us
boys exhausted and gasping for breath before he finally composed himself
for sleep. This was a trick that I strived to learn.]
Sitting in Mr. Chang's lap was fun because he was such a big, strong
man. His arms were like hardwood tree limbs and his legs were like tree
trunks and his belly was warm and hard. A large bulge between his legs
was pushing up through the soft cloth of my blue pants into the crease of
my bottom. I wiggled around on his lap until I felt the warm thickness of
him pushing directly against the button of my eager rosebud.
"This is amazing." I said to Lung. "It feels like Mr. Chang has three
legs. Is that possible? Is Mr. Chang deformed?"
Grinning, Lung translated what I'd said for those that didn't hear me
or didn't understand English. Embarrassed titters came from around the
table.
"It's a very strange leg though." I continued. "It keeps pushing
against my pants like it's trying to tear them." I wiggled my bottom
around some more while Lung was translating. Pulling on the side of the
table to push myself up in the air I commented, "His leg is pushing
against my bottom so hard it's pushing me up in the air!"
Subdued laughter rippled around the table as Lung translated my comment
and Mr. Chang's face turned red. I wiggled around some more and slid
back and forth along the fat heated limb I was sitting on as Mr. Chang
involuntarily hunched up against my bottom.
"My goodness," I exclaimed. "It feels like I'm riding a pony."
Several of the boys were hiding their faces between their hands trying to
control their laughter as Lung continued his translation.
"Is that a pony between your legs, Mr. Chang? Or do you truly have three
legs?"
Giggles broke out as Mr. Chang tried to conceal his own pleased amusement
by saying very seriously, "No. That's my baby-maker and all your
wiggling around is making him angry!"
"OH! Your wife must be a VERY brave woman!"
Mr. Chang's face flushed red again when he heard the translation and he
puffed up his chest in pride at being so flattered in this all male
company. Some of the boys had looks of amazement on their faces, either
at my temerity or at the supposed size of Mr. Chang's organ. Some of the
boys were simply collapsing in laughter. Lung was working hard to keep a
straight face as he translated, but wasn't having any notable success.
I reached down between our legs and put my hand around the top of Mr.
Chang's sturdy organ, now fully erect between my legs. A look of pained
desire and a low grunt of pleasure escaped him. Innocently, sweetly, I
looked up into his face, my body and arm position making it plain what I
was doing under the table. "That is a very large baby-maker, Mr. Chang.
Do you put the babies in your wife already grown up?"
Several of the boys fell off their seats and the rest broke down in
uncontrolled laughter as I bounced up and down in Mr. Chang's lap.
"That's funny for you guys. You're not the one being attacked by the
monster baby-maker!"
Laughing, grinning in pride, Mr. Chang lifted me off his lap and set me
down on the ground beside him, telling me that his baby-maker was still
too sore for me to be playing such games with the poor thing. Lung told
me he also said for me to go bother someone younger who was better able
to handle my energy. I put my arms up around his thick pillar of a neck
and hugged him and whispered in his ear, "I'm very glad that you're
not sad any more," and he whispered back in my ear, in perfectly good
English, "You have healed my body, and now you have healed my spirit.
You are a special person, now go play!" He patted my bottom and I ran
off to hide my face in Li's chest in surprise and embarrassment.
Li held me in his lap for the rest of the meal, making me keep quiet and
eat properly. There was a great deal of talk during dinner and I joined
right in from my seat on Li's lap. The boys who knew English translated
for those that didn't and we all chatted quite comfortably. Li kept one
hand between my thighs and his erection against my bottom throughout
dinner and I enjoyed the feel of him feeling me. The three older men at
the head of the table talked together and I noticed several times that
they were looking at me as they talked.
After dinner the Master told everyone that the next day there would be a
service in memory of those who had died in the earthquake. He gave out
work assignments for that evening and the next day. He then told everyone
that I would not be on a regular work crew. Instead I was to attend
physical classes in the mornings and three afternoons a week I was to
study medicine and healing with Dr. Lee and two afternoons a week I was
to study business with Mr. Chang. On weekends everyone was to help me
learn to read and write Chinese and to help me learn the classics until I
was caught up with my age group, even though the other boys were all
three and four years older than I was. Plum wine was poured for everyone
and a toast was drunk welcoming me to my new family.
I stood up beside Li and tried to say thank-you, but my emotions
overwhelmed me and I started to cry. Li stood up and lifted me to his
chest and I buried my tearstained face in his collar.
"My little brother is very tired. I know that he wants to thank you all,
especially you Honorable Dr. Lee and Honored Mr. Chang. With your
permission Master, we will take him to bed now. Lung and the other six
boys I'd bathed with that morning gathered around Li and me as the
Master waved his hand and told them to take care of their newest brother.
We all bowed, turned and left.


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