Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 07:33:14 -0400
From: chris james <drmeta4@gmail.com>
Subject: Adam Conquers Earth, Chapter 11

Dear Reader: the following is a story of adult fiction, persons under the
age of 18 are not permitted to view this material.

	The quiet village in the clouds I depict here is but a shadow of
the resort I remember from my youth. There too, no one was allowed to drive
and it brought peace and serenity to the countryside. Tall stands of
mountain pine, wild game crossing the forest paths at my feet, all memories
now, but I know the place still exists.

	The ways of ancient Japan are too old to fade away, for in each
generation of the people there exists a feeling for that long ago time. The
modern world presses in but the ancient persists. Tradition is the life
blood of a culture, so I hope you will forgive me for injecting a bit of
Americana later on in the chapter. I felt the contrast served the story
well. As always, comments welcomed. Chris James.

<drmeta4@gmail.com>


			 Adam Conquers Earth (M/B)

Chapter Eleven

	A sound awakened him...the vibrations of a bell. Brian slid from
the bed and opened the door to the balcony, and the sound became louder. He
walked to the stone balustrade and looked over. Spread out below him on the
playing field were the boys, Hedeko and Namuko as well, all kneeling and
facing the mountain.

	Brian looked up and saw the rays of the sun beginning to peek above
the horizon; he rushed back inside and shook Mark awake. "Wake up...its
happening," He said. The boy followed him back onto the balcony and they
waited. There was a flash of light as the sun popped up, and the mountain
seemed to glow with its fire. Fuji-san was between them and the sun, it was
magical.

	The tones of the bell stopped and the boy's hands clapped three
times, all in unison. The sun rose and the shadow of the mountain crept
towards them, and then they were blinded by the fiery orb. They had to
shield their eyes as the light lit the tower and field below. Hedeko had
been right; he knew the sun's alignment was perfect this time of year for
such a display. Brian put an arm around boy, still half asleep, and he took
Mark back inside.

	From the moment they left their room that first night, Brian felt
the enchantment of this place, he was sure Tim already knew what to
expect. For if he chose to keep silent then it was so Brian could discover
the wonders for himself, and that was kind. The tower hall was lit with
lanterns, the electric lights shut off. Brian saw Tim and Steve in the hall
below and Mark followed him down the stairs.

	"There you are, thought we'd lost track of you already," Tim said.

	"Just exploring the room, fascinating place," Brian replied.

	"It will be dinner soon, we're expected to dine at the Master's
table with the boys and watch the entertainment."

	"Good, sounds like fun."

	Mark pulled Steve aside and they had a whispered
conversation. Steve looked at Tim and nodded, but Mark kept on talking.

	"What are you guys cooking up?" Tim asked.

	"Nothing...but do you think they'll expect us to entertain? I mean,
that's what we do for a living," Mark said.

	"I don't know," Tim replied. "They never asked me to. But it's in
Namuko's nature to challenge boys, what were you thinking?"

	"I was just asking Steve, they all speak English, right?"

	"The boys? Yes, that's part of their education here. English is the
language of business in the world market; the Japanese strive to be the
best in that field. So if they ask, what will you do?"

	Steve smiled. "Workin on it."

	Tim laughed as the boys went back into conversation. Hedeko
appeared and led them out through a tall heavy door to the rear of the
castle. The grass was filled with running boys, a final moment of play
before dinner. Kenji ran up and smiled.

	"Mark, will you stay for my entertainment after dinner?"

	"Of course...what will you do?"

	"A dance...something sexy," Kenji giggled.

	Mark smiled. "Brave boy, in front of all these people?"

	He laughed. "They're my friends...they've seen more than that."

	Mark nodded. "I bet, you are full of surprises, this place sure
is. I saw all of you this morning when the sun came up, what was that
about?"

	"The understanding of self. We do this when the Master feels we
need to return our focus to important things."

	"Did our presence cause that?"

	Kenji nodded. "Yes, in some small way, it's not a fault."

	"I'm sorry," Mark said. "What can we do to change these things?"

	Kenji thought a moment. "You and the other boy should join with us,
share the life we live, become one of us."

	"How is that possible? I don't even speak Japanese, I know very
little about martial arts."

	Kenji smiled. "Then you learn and we will accept you."

	Mark nodded. "I will try."

	Kenji bowed. "There is no regret when there is effort."

	Dinner was grilled fish and rice after a spicy clear soup, even
Steve ate with relish after declaring that Japanese food could be real
good. Mark told him what Kenji had said while Brian and Tim listened. Steve
was unsure but still willing to try; it was exactly what Tim wanted to
hear. And then their entertainment on the tiny stage began.

	There were several boys who demonstrated their skills at juggling
and knife throwing, which was following by a boy singing a Beatles
tune. Kenji walked up last and performed a dance with fans, which at least
hid most of his naked body. There was silence as he moved to the sounds
from an old record player, the music just as old and very traditionally
Japanese.

	To Brian it was reminiscent of the Geisha, Kiko, and the way this
boy moved and turned his hands was sexy...seductive. Namuko sat in the
front row and appraised the dance. And when it was done the boy rushed to
embrace the man, leaving no doubt in Brian's mind. Kenji was probably just
the latest in a long string of boys that warmed Namuko's bed at night.

	The man was fortunate, and physically Kenji was as well developed
as Steve, the boy seemed pleased with himself. Namuko approached the
embrace with great feeling, absorbing the boy's love and giving of himself
in return. Kenji might be gay, but his performance spoke of culture and
thoughtful grace, yes, Namuko was very fortunate.

	As was the case most evenings, everyone retired as the sun set, and
the morning ritual told Brian they began the day early. So after viewing
the sunrise they washed up and dressed, walking back downstairs to see what
the day would be like...Kenji was waiting.

	"Will you exercise with me this morning?" He asked Mark.

	"Now? Before breakfast?"

	"Yes, Steve awaits us in the dojo," Kenji said.

	Mark gave Brian a helpless look and shrugged, following Kenji out
the door. A half hour later Mark was glad Brian had shown him some basic
Tai-chi, it kept him from acting the fool in front of all these boys. He
stood next to Steve, the two of them bracketed by Kenji and Edward, and
they performed the Yang style moves.

	There were no looks from the others, it would be bad form to
suggest that they were such great novices, they were at least trying. The
movements were slow enough that as new ones developed Mark and Steve
followed. Not as gracefully perhaps, but that would come in time. The older
boys stood at the front facing them, mentoring the younger in this most
ancient form of exercise. The session went on for almost two hours, and
Mark was ready to drop.

	Once they stopped Kanji smiled. "That was well done, now we eat."

	The boys all ran to the kitchen building, they seemed to run
everywhere. Mark and Steve had been given a Gi, the traditional dojo
uniform to wear; they were to wear it most of the day, including at
meals. Steve took two slices of grilled bread off the tray, a most
un-Japanese foodstuff. But Namuko had the bakery deliver loaves of the
bread each week; it was all made with high fiber grains, a good dietary
supplement.

	Steve also speared two fried eggs and proceeded to make himself a
sandwich, mindful that other boys were watching and copying his
moves. Apple, pear and tangerine juice were served, and tea for those who
wished. After breakfast the boys all went to school for three hours, while
Mark and Steve sat and listened in on the English classes.

	A very cultured elderly man taught English to the ten to thirteen
year old group. He used pictures projected on a screen to which the boys
had to attach an English word. He also explained that a word might have
more than one meaning, which of course brought forth a torrent of
questions.

	"Mr. Nagana," Kenji said. "If r-e-d and r-e-a-d are pronounced the
same how will we know which is correct?"

	"Red is a color, and yesterday you read a book, but this will be
known only by the context of your speech to another person" Nagana-san
said.

	"Is it then possible to say I read the red book?" Another boy
asked. "That sounds silly."

	"We must ask our guests which way is the correct form of speech."

	"Read the red book is a proper usage of the words, but as you have
said, it does sound silly, humorous," Mark said.  "Steve?"

	"To make it more serious sounding you might say 'I read the book
which is red.'" Steve said.

	Nagana nodded. "Thank you, both are correct. We have many words in
Japanese that mean the same thing. Love is such a word; there are
twenty-three different words for expressing love."

	"Twenty-three? Wow," Steve said. "How does that work?"

	"In Japanese the word you use for something is also expressing a
concept, do you understand my meaning?" Nagana said.

	"To clarify the context, re-enforce a statement," Mark replied.

	"Exactly. In English there is 'love for a mother,' in Japanese
there is a word that expresses that whole thought."

	"You don't mean a contraction?" Steve asked.

	"No, it is not like that," Nagana said. "In Japanese there is high
speech and low speech, formal and ordinary is a better expression of what I
mean. There you will find our contractions."

	"Slang, you mean speech that has been altered, saying one thing and
meaning another. Like saying bad to mean something is actually good," Mark
laughed.

	Nagana smiled. "It is like that, yes. Sometimes local dialects
affect the entire national speech pattern, this happens in English as
well."

	Their dialogue went on for almost an hour, Nagana completely
abandoning his lesson plan in favor of allowing his students to listen to
the two American boys speak. The facts about a language were not just
learned by grammar alone, speech was also vital to the understanding of
proper usage. Nagana was a wise teacher indeed.

	Lunch was followed by a walk around the grounds with Namuko, who
seemed especially in tune with nature. They watched an insect moving across
a plant. "The beetle crawls up on the leaf where he shakes his wings, why
do you suppose?" He asked the group.

	"He is angry," One boy suggested.

	"He is drying his wings," Another said, and then added. "How do we
even know if it's a male?"

	"Ahh, a vital question, a clue to the answer," Namuko said. "The
male has a blue body and a darker head, the female is uniformly black."

	"He's showing off to find a girlfriend," Edward said.

	"Exactly, this is his mating dance," Namuko said. "The female is
attracted by the sound of his wings, and then she views the dance to find
out if he is worthy. Many species perform this way."

	"Do people act like that?" A boy asked.

	"Yes, exactly like that. A man wears his new clothes, and shows off
to the female, she then judges him worthy or not. Quite often he fails."
The boys laughed at that.

	They spent an hour wandering the tree line, turning over fallen
wood and examining the insect life. Finally it was time to go.

	"In our lives, as in nature, there is a natural order to things,"
Namuko said. "Behavior is controlled by need, ours and the little creatures
that crawl in the forest. We are not so different as you might think. They
signal their needs quite simply, our signals are more complex.

	"A man who is angry gives off signals with speech, gestures and
body language; we learn to read these things. Just as a man intent on
harming you will give off signals as to his intentions, you are learning
this in dojo. The shift of a hip, the tension in a muscle...all things that
serve to alert us and assist in planning our defense. Learn your lessons
well, my students...you may go."

	Mark and Steve followed the boys to the dojo, this time to sit and
watch. Martial arts training in judo, karate and full contact boxing were
hard work. The Kata was a formalized set of moves used in practice, the
word meaning form, it was necessary to prevent injuries. Hedeko was there
today, as was Mr. Saito, the instructor.

	"I wish to have Kimi-chan demonstrate what is not possible," Saito
said. "With judo only if you please.

	Kimi took to the mats and Hedeko stood up to face him. A boy of ten
facing a full grown man who towered over him. Kimi bowed and so did Hedeko,
a sign of respect and understanding, this was about knowledge and not
personal. Kimi showed no fear as Hedeko crouched and sprang at him. Kimi
parried an arm and grasped it, trying to use Hedeko's body mass to throw
the man, even attempting to throw Hedeko off balance with a leg sweep, all
failed. Hedeko stood up with Kimi hanging from his arm.

	The boy dropped off and faced his opponent; they bowed and awaited
further instruction.

	"As you see the boy is no match for the man, his size cannot defeat
the man's defense. A mouse may not topple a lion, at least not with that
method. For many times you will face an opponent with one thought and be
forced to change your mind. What can Kimi do?

	"To topple a giant, Kimi must attack the means of holding the giant
above him," Saito said. "A man's legs are his strongest muscle, what shall
he do? Kimi, do you have an idea?"

	"I might punch him in the balls."

	The boys all laughed and Hedeko feigned covering his crotch. Saito
nodded. "That might work, but you would only get one chance and if you
miss..." Then he smiled. "Something like that might wound our giant here;
it would certainly make him angry." Hedeko nodded and the boys snickered.

	"The weakest place on a man's lower torso is the foot, the heel and
the ankle..."

	Mark listened and decided that a boy defending himself from a man
Hedeko's size was almost futile. And yet as he watched he saw Saito show
the boy where he might damage a man greatly, bring him down and then finish
him off with a blow to the neck. Clever, but he would never try it.

	The boys finally paired up and he watched Kenji and Edward bow and
then assume a fighting stance. They kicked and turned, taking blows that
would have knocked him over. The punches didn't look like they were faked,
the fight looked real. And finally Edward fell, and Kenji immediately stood
back.

	Edward said something, a curse word, and Kenji spat words back at
him, both of them stopping only when Saito stepped between them. His words
were slow and deliberate, and Kenji turned to leave the building. Mark
didn't believe it; he thought the boys were friends. He looked over at
Steve and they both shrugged. But Mark got up and followed Kenji out; they
were friends now as well.

	Kenji was leaning on a tree, eyes red, he had been crying. He
stiffened as Mark approached and turned away.

	"Kenji? What happened with Edward?" Mark asked.

	"Nothing..." But that was a lie.

	"That was real, is he angry with you?"

	Kenji nodded. "He tried to hurt me, I stopped him."

	Mark knew Kenji was the better fighter. "Why would he do that, he
looked so angry?"

	Kenji's shoulders slumped. "I...I was his companion...do you
understand?"

	"I do, is he jealous now?"

	"Yes...and that makes him angry," Kenji said. "We met here, at
first it was a childish thing, only later...this year...Edward said he felt
love. I am the gay boy, he is not...I did not understand him. But he says
there are feelings between us, and I do care for him...but it is not
love. And now..."

	"Kenji, I understand...I'm in love with a man, you know, Brian is
everything to me," Mark said.

	Kenji nodded. "I have such deep feelings for the Master; I love him
with every part of my being. He will be mine, even if it is just for a
while until I grow. But can you understand? Just being with him until I am
sixteen means the world to me, I will have everything I want...need."

	"Yes, I know," Mark said.

	"It will end, I know this...I will go from here someday," Kenji
said. "But even four years will him will mean a lifetime of peace and
understanding. I see Hedeko-san, I know what they had together, look what
he has become. I want that too, I want to grow knowing that I had such
great love and will find it again."

	"Does Master Namuko know of this?"

	"Yes, he knows everything about me. He says I must make Edward
understand, it is my burden. But Edward will not listen to me, he is
indulging his wounded ego and that is wrong. I want love; the time for play
is over."

	Kenji looked into Mark's eyes, and then he smiled. "You are kind;
you wish to share my troubles."

	Mark nodded. "I would help if I can because I know what you feel. I
have love, and that's worth fighting for, even if I were to lose the
battle, it has to be defended."

	"We may understand, I just wish Edward would. He is angry at me
when he should be happy for my success, that is what a true friend would
do...a friend like you," Kenji said.

	"I will think about this, I will let you know what I discover,"
Mark said. And then Kenji hugged him.

	The finest part of any Japanese house was the bath, for clean was
mandated in such a close society, bathing was a ritual that did more than
wash away the daily grime. Namuko had a large bath house with six wooden
tubs and broad tiled floors. The men bathed first, the boys after in two
groups separated by age.

	It was not that the younger did not know what the older looked like
naked, but the elder boys needed their privacy, this was understood. Kenji
led Mark and Steve to the baths that evening, it had been a long day in
those uniforms, it was time to get clean before sleeping.

	Edward was there and kept the length of the room between himself
and Kenji. The other fourteen boys in their group talked and laughed,
probably aware of the tension but ignoring it politely. If anything the
other boys were curious about the naked Americans, as young boys everywhere
strive to understand the differences nature hands out. Kenji showed Mark
and Steve how the bath proceeded. Standing on the tile floor above the
drains there was the first rinse, the scrubbing of every body part and then
the final rinse before soaking; it kept the tubs clean for the next person.

	Kenji washed Mark's back and he in turn washed Steve's, then Steve
washed Kenji. After the rinse Kenji slid slowly into the tub.

	"It is very hot, you will feel concerned," Kenji said.

	Steve stuck a toe in the water and quickly withdrew it. "Oh My God,
it's boiling," He said. Mark laughed, and repeated the experiment. "Wow,
that's more than I can handle...Kenji, how do you do it?"

	Kenji sighed. "Fill the buckets with cold water from the tap and
pour them in here, I would rather have your company than watch you suffer."

	Four buckets of cold water later Mark and Steve felt better as they
slid into water a lobster would hate. The heat seeped into them and they
both felt a little better. And then Edward walked over. "May I join you?"
He asked in Japanese. Kenji looked up and slid over as the boy climbed in.

	"I am...I am a fool, Kenji-san...I must apologize for disrupting
the harmony of your being. I beg forgiveness for trying to hurt you today."

	Kenji nodded. "I am sorry your feelings are hurt, we must talk and
not fight...we are not children anymore."

	Edward tried to smile, he was still in pain. "I do not understand
the reason for your choice, but it is not my place to criticize. I was not
prepared for your rejection."

	"I know, and we will speak of this. But we must not show offense to
our guests, English if you please," Kenji said.

	Edward looked at Mark and then Steve. "Forgive me for being rude,"
He said in English.

	Mark smiled. "Your language is beautiful, as are you."

	Edward blushed, even in all that hot water. "I am...I am not a gay
boy."

	"Then you will make some young lady very happy someday," Mark
said. "I didn't say that to make you uncomfortable, your beauty is deeper
than just that face."

	"Thank you," Edward said.

	"I understand what happened between you and Kenji now, can you
remain friends?"

	Edward looked at Kenji. "We must, there is no room for dissent
here, the goal the Master sets is hard enough."

	"I see what you do every day, how is that so hard?" Steve asked.

	Kenji and Edward smiled as one. "It is what you do not see that we
must endure," Edward said. "Kenji has faced his challenge, mine awaits me."

	"What challenge?" Mark asked.

	"I had mine on Fuji-san, Edward does not know what his will be,
only the Master determines that," Kenji said.

	"Your spiritual journey, you mentioned that," Mark said.

	"For each boy it is different. But the Master only sets a task that
he is sure will succeed, it is not cruel. Five of us took the climb, two
days up, one day down. It was cold at the top, very cold, we only stayed
long enough to see the sunrise," Kenji said. "It was like looking at the
face of a god." Then he smiled. "Hedeko came with us; he said I must have
had altitude sickness."

	"Edward, when will you face your challenge?" Steve asked.

	"This summer I suppose, the Master has warned me to prepare...but I
don't know what to expect," Edward said. "Tomasu had his fourth challenge
just before you arrived, but he is sixteen and will leave us at the end of
summer. It took him four days to accomplish, the Master was happy to see
him return."

	"Return from where?" Mark asked.

	Kenji and Edward laughed. "We don't know, he won't tell us. I'm not
even sure he knows," Edward said, "You see why I worry?"

	"You should not worry, you have the strength," Kenji said.

	Mark felt well cooked by now, but the Japanese boys showed no signs
of leaving the tub. Then Edward looked at him, a question in his
eyes. "Does sleeping with a man make you stronger?"

	"Physically stronger? No, I don't see it as just a physical thing;
I am stronger mentally, emotionally," Mark said.

	"I'm thousands of miles from home, without love I wouldn't be
here," Steve said.

	Edward nodded. "He gives you courage, and that is strength. And
Kenji-san, what does it give you?"

	Kenji smiled. "It gives me peace, and the knowledge that my
greatest friend has overcome his first challenge. For the Master told me
that your first challenge would be to overcome this obstacle to our
friendship and realize it was blocking your path to greater knowledge."

	Edward looked surprised. "He said that?"

	"Yes, all challenges are not physical; your mind is a far worthier
subject. I give you happiness with your success." Kenji said.

	Edward had tears in his eyes. "I am such a fool...and so relieved."

	"That's it...he doesn't have to climb a mountain?" Steve asked.

	Kenji nodded. "In many ways he already did."

	And when they went to bed that night, both Steve and Mark told
about what they had seen and heard that day. Tim smiled, knowing Namuko was
a wise old man. Brian could see the wisdom behind the challenge; life was
more than a physical endurance test, the emotional was just as important.

	Both men found comfort that night, Mark sharing his body as only a
boy with his talents could. Steve found himself climbing a mountain of
pleasure as Tim took him to the heights and once again showed him the
future of what they shared. What Steve wanted would be a challenge, he was
still unprepared, but they were closer...always closer.

	The tones of the bell woke them once again and all four gathered on
the balcony to watch the sun. The boys below on the field clapped three
times and rose, forming a circle around the Master. Namuko gestured to
Edward who stepped from the circle and bowed before the man. Namuko tied a
yellow belt around his dojo uniform, a sign of his passage through the
first level.

	Mark could see the other boys all wore their different colored
belts now, he had only seen the everyday white ones before. Yellow and
green, red and black, the latter being the fewest, only three boys wore
those. Edward had achieved his status, a challenge well met. And then
Namuko bowed deeply to the boy, respect had been won as well, and all the
others bowed too.

	It was easy to see that Edward was changed after the ceremony, he
joked and kidded with the other boys, and he sparred against Kenji in the
dojo. The skill of both boys after two years was astounding; it would only
get better with time.

	After a few weeks, Tim and Brian began to teach their boys about
combat. The Kata began with defensive moves which were taught first, for
without that knowledge there could be no offense. The moves were taught in
slow motion, an extension of the Tai-chi they still practiced every
morning. The two were closely related, the former teaching balance and
fluidity, the latter giving purpose and focus to the contact.

	Brian was careful, Mark could not afford to stumble and get
hurt. In ten days they would return home and the boy would once again
engage in what he did best, acting and planning to resume the role of
Adam. Tim was also cautious, Steve was more reckless, and the discipline of
what they were doing was slowly bringing him confidence.

	At night Steve visited the heavens as Tim brought him closer and
closer to one orgasm after another. The feelings were fed by confidence,
not from the dojo success, but by the fact that Tim could now easily insert
two fingers, and three was only a matter of time. Steve was now addicted to
the feeling, and it was so intense that he managed the occasional orgasm
without being touched. And yet Tim delayed, afraid of doing something wrong
before they went home.

	It brought Kenji and Steve into a strange and honest discussion one
afternoon as they walked among the trees.

	"What is sex like for you, Kenji?" Steve asked.

	"I worship the Master's body, and call him sugar, he likes that,"
Kenji said. "I learned to ride his horn, and that takes much patience. I am
so small."

	"I haven't done that yet, but I will," Steve said.

	"The pleasures of a boy come from his size and the willingness to
learn of a man's desires, you will accomplish that moment. You have toys?"

	"Toys? You mean like a rubber penis...a dildo?" Steve asked.

	"That, and other things that increase pleasure. It is the duty of a
boy to practice and please his man. For if it is painful that should be
endured alone, a man must see only the pleasure he gives," Kenji said.

	"I...well no, I have nothing to use. Um, would it open me up?"

	"I am embarrassed," Kenji said. "Would you like me to show you?"

	"Uh huh...yes, I don't care if it's embarrassing, I want to feel
Tim inside me."

	"I will go to my room first, then you must meet me in the
bathhouse, no one will be there," Kenji said.

	"OK...this is our secret," Steve said.

	"Yes, I do this for friendship," Kenji said. They ran back to the
house and Steve slid quietly into the empty bathhouse. He took off his
clothes and headed into the shower room, thinking he could say he'd become
dirty in the woods if anyone questioned him. Kenji arrived five minutes
later with a cloth bag hidden in his jacket.

	"Where should we do this?" Steve asked.

	"Here, on the bench, I will close the door," Kenji said.

	Steve lay on his stomach as Kenji opened the bag. "First, I will
massage you...I hope you do not mind my touch, it will feel pleasurable."

	"I want to learn, do whatever it takes," Steve said.

	Kenji rubbed his lower back, and his small strong hands slid down
onto Steve's butt. "You have no hair at your back door, this must excite
your man," Kenji said.

	"I guess, he sure likes sticking his tongue in there."

	Kenji giggled. "A connoisseur of the flesh, the Master does the
same to me."

	Fingers slid up and down Steve's crack and he spread his
legs. Kenji applied something cool and slippery, and then probed with a
finger. "You are not as tight as me when I first began," He said.

	"Tim uses two fingers now, I want more," Steve said.

	"I can tell, your body knows to relax the muscle. Now it would be
best if you lay on your back so you can see what will happen," Kenji said.

	Steve rolled over and lifted his legs. "Will that do?"

	"Yes." And Kenji pushed two fingers inside Steve. His hand was
smaller than Tim's, he felt no resistance. "I will use the smaller toy
first. But it is long and you must tell me when to stop," Kenji said.

	"Ok."

	The dildo was almost a foot long, maybe an inch in width. Steve
felt the warmth as the toy slid into him, and then it reached unfamiliar
ground. Kenji twisted and turned it as it went in, and Steve felt his cock
respond as it plumbed the depths.

	"How far is it in?" He asked.

	"Far enough I think, is there pain?"

	"No, it just feels strange," Steve replied.

	"Will you try the larger one?" Kenji asked, and then he held it
up. Steve judged it to be the size of Tim's cock, and that would hurt. He
was sure going to find out, and he nodded.

	Kenji covered it with more of the slippery goo and then rubbed the
dildo around and around the hole. Steve felt himself relax and Kenji began
to press inwards. The dildo had a tapered end and that seemed to wedge him
open, and then all of a sudden it popped in several inches and Kenji
halted. The dildo was twelve inches long; he would not need all of that.

	Steve gasped and he felt pain around the rim of his asshole. He
sucked in a breath and held it. Yes, the pain was fading, and then Kenji
pulled it out.

	"I am sorry for the pain," Kenji said.

	"It was just going away...do that again," Steve said.

	In and out, Kenji pressed the dildo in a few inches and withdrew
it. After a few minutes of that Steve felt no pain at all, and he wanted to
feel the fullness inside. "Push it in, slowly until I say stop."

	Kenji did, feeding the long rubber shaft into Steve's opening. He
knew what it felt like; this was his favorite toy as it resembled the
Master's cock. The toy slid in halfway and Steve groaned at the fullness
inside, and Kenji began to back it out.

	"It's OK, it doesn't hurt," Steve said.

	In the next few minutes Kenji assaulted Steve's ass with the rubber
cock. The boy held his legs aloft and groaned in pleasure. Kenji had the
flat end pressed against his own stiffness under the uniform, and he used
his body to thrust and withdraw while holding the dildo tightly against his
crotch.

	If he did not have the Master, Kenji knew he would love to do this
for real with the handsome blonde boy, they were both excited by it. "Oh
God," Steve groaned, and Kenji felt his own cock respond as the boy spurted
seed across his chest.

	He didn't know that would happen, it came over him suddenly, but
Steve was so into the feelings he just let go. Kenji stopped his movement
as Steve's cock deflated; his own cock was still pulsing in his underwear,
spurting warm seed down the leg of his uniform. Kenji could barely stand
and he let go of the dildo, sitting down abruptly. Steve lowered his legs
and smiled, reaching down between his legs and pulling the device from his
ass.

	"You got off too, I see," Steve said, looking at the damp seeping
through Kenji's uniform pants.

	"I...I didn't know you would do that," Kenji said.

	"Well that worked fine, now I can handle Tim."

	"If he is gentle there will be no pain, but you must make sure it
is well greased," Kenji said.

	They both showered, removing all traces of the encounter. Steve
hugged Kenji, feeling the boy kiss his neck. Yeah, if things were different
he would take the boy to bed; Namuko had a skilled little partner
here. They walked out of the bathhouse as if nothing had happened.

	Tim was unsure how to react when Steve said they could step up to
the next level. But he knew he was helpless to deny the boy. If it didn't
work they could stop, no harm done. The lube, the fingers, the condom...and
then his cock was at the door. Steve was all worked up, he could almost
feel the heat coming off the boy, and then he slid inside and was
astounded.

	The men Tim had bedded were nothing like this, tight, so very
tight, and thrilling. Steve looked up at him, smiled, and closed his eyes
as he groaned in ecstasy. Tim went slowly, he couldn't hurt the boy, and he
had to hold back his urge to go faster. The dance lasted long enough for
Tim watch the boy lose himself in the passion, and to follow along behind.

	Steve ejaculated about halfway through the experience, but Tim did
nothing to hurry, and the boy was about to cum again when Tim groaned out
his pleasure and the flood carried them both over the top. He couldn't hold
himself up anymore and he fell on his hands, his face and Steve's coming
nose to nose, sweat dripping off them both.

	"So that's what I've been missing," Steve whispered. Tim's cock
still filled his gut, he felt whole now.

	"You are the sexiest creature alive," Tim said, before he leaned
down to kiss that sweaty face. Their lips met and his cock began to slide
out, Steve whined in his mouth, he could feel the vibrations.  And then
they both groaned when it finally fell out.  Now Tim could lie on the boy,
and feel the hot moisture press between them.

	Tim finally pulled away and Steve gasped. "Oh God...next time no
condom, OK?"

	"Baby, until you are truly mine we'll have to use one. I can't take
any chances," Tim said.

	"Why, you don't have anything do you?"

	"No baby, if I did we wouldn't be here. One look at that bottom of
yours and anyone would know what we've been doing, a doctor could tell."

	Steve grinned. "No one is gonna look up my butt except you."

	"This way is cleaner, healthier...you want that don't you?" Tim
asked.

	Steve frowned. "I want to feel you squirt inside me."

	"I look forward to that too, just not tomorrow, OK?"

	"Next time I want to ride the horn, Kenji says that's the best,"
Steve said.

	"Oh...you and Kenji have been sharing information?"

	Steve nodded. "He said I could do this, and he was right."

	"Clever boys...we need a shower," Tim said.

	He had Steve bend over so he could examine the entrance, sure
enough, there would be some mild bruising, but that always happened. The
boy's hole gaped at him, still stretched open, but there was no sign of
damage. If there was pain it would be felt in the morning, they dried and
went back to bed.

	By the end of the fourth week, both boys could speak a bunch of
Japanese words. Much of them were the names of common objects, but there
were a whole sting of cuss words in there as well. The Japanese boys were
thrilled to teach them the language and a lot more.

	Steve had learned to balance his adolescent body, getting past that
gangly awkward stage when he preformed the Tai-chi moves. Both he and Mark
had a good routine now, and yet the combat moves would take years of
practice to develop. But that wasn't the only routine they worked on; they
would entertain on the night of that final dinner.

	Some things in American life were givens; Mark's life had been
focused on acting and comedy.  He was pleased to learn that Steve had some
of the same knowledge, and so they pooled those thoughts for their act. The
dinner was grand, the boys all happy and smiling. But tomorrow morning they
would take the four hour ride to the airport and leave Japan behind, there
was also room for some sadness.

	Kenji got up to introduce them for the show. "Our American friends
will be missed," He said, the sorrow etched on his face. They had become
close to him, especially Steve. But parting was only another phase of the
friendship, and Kenji was assured that they would meet again.

	"In their lives, my friends entertain people on television. I have
not seen them, but they assure me that someday I will. Now Mark-san will
explain what we are about to see."

	Mark stood up and stepped up on the tiny stage. "Thank you,
Kenji-san. Steve and I want to leave you with a smile tomorrow, this is the
first time either of us have done this performance. It needed to be
something you would understand, although your English is very good, it had
to be something simple."

	He smiled. "Many of you have watched films and television, others
have not, but we all know baseball. You will have to listen closely, for
the humor is in the words. Many years ago two famous American comedians
named Abbot and Costello gave us this to laugh about."

	 Steve stepped up on stage and became Costello. "So I hear you're
going to manage the baseball team? Can you tell me the names of the
players?"

	Mark smiled. "Well, let's see. In the infield we have Who's on
first, What's on second and I Don't Know is on third." The boys seated
before them all giggled.

	"Yeah, that's what I want to find out," Steve said.

	"I say, Who's on first, What's on second and I Don't Know is on
third."

	Steve shook his head. "Are you the manager?"

	"Yes."

	"Are you going to be the coach too?"

	"Yes."

	"And you don't know the fellow's names?"

	"Well I should," Mark replied.

	"Well then who is on first?" The Japanese boys laughed, catching on
to the game.

	"Yes," Mark replied. Steve looked concerned.

	"I mean the fellow's name."

	"Who."

	"The guy on first."

	"Who."

	"The first baseman."

	"Who!"

	"The guy playing first base."

	"Who is on first." And the boys broke up laughing as Steve slapped
his face and looked at Mark like he was crazy.

	"I'm asking you who's on first."

	"That's the man's name."

	"That's whose name?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well go ahead and tell me."

	"That's it."

	"That's who?"

	"Yeah."

	Steve grabbed his hair and tugged on it, frustration etched all
over his face. He gave a big sigh and continued.

	"Look, you got a first baseman?"

	"Certainly," Mark replied.

	"Who's playing first?"

	"That's right."

	Steve smiled. "So when you pay off the first baseman every month,
who gets the money?"

	"Every dollar of it."

	Steve slapped his face again, which made the Japanese boys howl at
his discomfort.

	"All I am trying to find out is the fellow's name on first base,"
Steve whined.

	"Who."

	"The guy that gets the money." Steve was losing it.

	"That's it."

	"Who gets the money on first base."

	"Every dollar, but sometimes his wife comes down and collects it."
Mark was starting to laugh now himself, Steve was playing the physical
comedian very well.

	"Whose wife?" Steve said, avoiding Mark's face to keep from
laughing.

	"Yes," Mark said. "What's wrong with that?" And then they both
broke up laughing. The boys in the audience loved it, applauding
loudly. Mark knew they should end there; it was too funny to go on. He gave
Steve a hug and they took their bows.

	Tim and Brian had been laughing too. This was a side of their boys
they had never seen, but they should have known it was there. The act was
clever and the Japanese audience loved it, who knows what these two would
do in the future?

	Namuko stepped up on the stage and the boys quieted
down. "Nagana-san would be very proud of you boys, your English skills are
strong like your bodies. American humor is strong too; we must thank these
guests for entertaining us." The boys applauded once again. Namuko laid a
hand on Mark's and Steve's shoulder, fondly squeezing them both.

	"There has been much learning this past month, on both sides of the
ocean. We will welcome you at any time, please return to see us. The sun
will not seem to shine as brightly, nor the moon's glow seem as strong
without your presence. But we will stand under the same sun, the same moon
as you, even with the miles between us. Thank you all for coming."

	He hugged each boy and then gave them over to their friends. Hedeko
smiled and hugged, as did each and every boy there. Both Edward and Kenji
had tears to share as well. A long time might pass before they saw one
another again, another lesson in life.

	They went to bed that night surrounded by the stones of antiquity,
Brian and Mark shared their practiced love making, Tim and Steve shared
their newly found pleasures.  They slept deeply until the sound of the bell
awakened them. For the last time they went to the door and onto the balcony
to view the sunrise.

	The boys clapped in unison, and then turned as the sun lit the
playing field. Mark looked down at the boys facing them, and watched them
bow towards their friends above. It was a quiet and generous gesture, very
much like the Japanese people themselves.

	Hedeko drove them to the airport, and they found their three
Japanese shadows awaiting their arrival. The questions were few, the wait
short, and then it was time to leave. Hedeko hugged them all and urged them
to return soon, and then he bowed and left before they could see the
emotion in his eyes.

	The quiet plush seats in the first class section were familiar, as
was the roar of the engines on takeoff. Both Mark and Steve were glued to
the window as they crossed the coast, leaving Japan behind but not
forgotten. Steve turned to Tim with tears in his eyes.

	"Thank you for bringing me, that's the best adventure I've ever
had."

	Tim gave him a hug and smiled. "I love you very much, baby...we'll
come back, I promise you."

	Steve cuddled in his arms while across the aisle Mark smiled at
Brian. "They are so much in love, thank you for loving me."

	"That's sweet, keep it up and I'll make them turn the plane
around."

	"If only," Mark said. "We need to go home now, we have work to do."