Date: Sat, 22 Aug 2009 22:51:42 -0600
From: Data Fever <data2fever@gmail.com>
Subject: Explorations with La, Kim and Kao

     I met La at a Halloween party to which Steve had invited me. In
fact, Steve had invited me for the specific purpose of meeting La and his
family. La's family were refugees from Cambodia, having been displaced
from their native country by the Vietnam war. What that war had to do
with Cambodia, I'm not quite certain.

     Steve wanted me to meet La because he wasn't adapting socially to
life in the United States. As a fourteen year old boy, he had made no
friends at school and was quite rebellious. Steve was worried that La
was headed down the road to juvenile delinquency. The rest of La's
family seemed to be doing quite well.

     The first thing that I noticed about La was that he was drop-dead
gorgeous. I'll admit to being significantly attracted to Asians, and La
was close to ideal. He had jet-black hair and a perfect complexion. Even
though he was fourteen, he could easily have passed for twelve, being a
little short and slightly thin.

     Over the next few weeks, I met with La every now and then, taking
him to the movies or to McDonalds. Mostly we talked about whatever he
felt like talking about. Once he felt comfortable enough with me to talk,
he turned out to be quite voluble. I wondered about his fluency in
English. Turned out that he had spent several years in a refugee camp in
Thailand where it was a requirement to learn English. I guess that didn't
apply to adults, as his parents spoke no English at all.

     La was a young man full of hate and bitterness. He spoke frequently
of killing those in authority. Back in Cambodia, his father had been a
very important businessman. La had enjoyed a high social status. Here in
the U.S., he was just another kid. Worse, being a refugee immigrant in a
town that was 95% white made him stand out. Coupled with his attitude,
no one wanted to make the effort to get to know him.

     Anyway, I suppose it wasn't much of a surprise that La latched on
to me. Over the cold winter, we became fast friends. On the positive
side, La gradually began to lose his anger, hate and bitterness. As he
was able to talk about various issues with me, those issues lost
importance for him, and he started to see the benefits of living in the
U.S.

     There was also a negative side to our relationship. Since he had me
for a friend, he saw no need to find friends of his own age, which was
perfectly all right with me as I wanted La by my side all the time. And
as the weeks went by, we reached the point where we were seeing each
other every single day. Most days he would come over to my apartment
after school. I would ocassionally go over to his family's apartment, but
only once or twice a week. Still, that was often enough for his entire
family to get to know me and they universally loved me.

     My relationship with La was very physical. We would wrestle around
quite a bit, and he had joined the wrestling team. He was first in the
conference during the regular season and took third place at the end of
season tournament. I was fortunate to be able to see most of his matches.

     When we watched TV, he would be snuggled up right next to me, and I
would frequently slip my hand inside his shirt to caress the smooth skin
of his chest and arms. I would also give him back rubs and leg massages
for which he would strip down to his boxers. Those boxers seemed to be
the boundary of his personal space, as he never let me touch him below
the waistband or above the short legs of the boxers.

     If I did try to push against his boundaries, he would either move
himself or move my hand, making it quite clear that certain areas were
off limits. That never stopped me from trying, though I didn't make any
progress whatsoever.

     Spring rolled around. La was doing quite well as an eighth grader.
I helped him with his homework, but he was fairly smart and didn't need
a lot of help, but it was his excuse for spending so much time at my
place. And then disaster struck.

     Just a few weeks before La's eighth grade graduation, I learned that
my company was relocating me for three months to another state to do
training. It was a great opportunity and I couldn't refuse. But La was
devastated when he found out. On the day that I left, tears streamed down
his face even though I assured him that I would be back in three months.

     Part of what might have made La feel as though he were losing me was
the fact that I moved out of my apartment. I saw no reason to maintain an
apartment that I couldn't use for three months. I figured that when I
returned, I would find another place to live.

     The three months dragged by, but soon I was back. My plan was that I
would stay with La's family for a couple of days while I found a place to
live. They were delighted to have me, but not just for a couple of days -
they insisted that I stay with them, which was fine with me.

     The downside of staying with them was how crowded they already were.
La had two brothers and three sisters along with his mom and dad, all
living in a two bedroom apartment. The three boys had one bedroom, the
three girls the other bedroom while the parents slept in the living room
on a sofa bed.

     There were two beds in the boys' bedroom. La's two younger brothers
slept in one bed, while La slept in the other by himself. Everyone in
the family just presumed that I would double up with La in his bed. I
certainly had no problem with that.

     La and I soon settled into a routine. He would sleep on my right
side using my shoulder for his pillow, his right leg thrown over my right
leg while I slept on my back. It was a very cozy and comfortable position
for both of us. The feel of his body next to mine was both reassuring
and erotic.

     After a couple of weeks, I felt confident that I knew his sleeping
habits quite well. When I was sure that he was asleep, I would pull off
one of my socks, slip it over my penis and masturbate. I found that the
use of a sock provided two benefits. One was that it helped prevent
chafing of my penis, and the other is that it caught the mess when I
ejaculated. If he ever noticed that I woke up with one bare foot, he
never said anything.

     Even though the apartment was crowded, nobody ever bothered La and
myself when we were in the bedroom together. The rest of the family just
presumed that I was helping him with his homework (the rest of the place
being too noisy for such endeavors). La wasn't on the wresting team in
high school, but our own wrestling continued, as did my frequent
massages of his body.

     By the time I had known La for almost a year, not once had I seen
his naked body. I had seen him in his boxers quite a bit, and there were
even a few times when I noticed that he had a morning erection (but such
erections were surprisingly quite rare). As much as I caressed his body,
he continued to insist that I not touch his body within the confines of
his boxers although I kept trying to expand the boundary at least a bit.

     One day La came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his
waist while I was in the bedroom. I guess he had forgotten to bring a
pair of boxers into the bathroom with him. Perhaps he hadn't wanted to
put on his boxers while I was in the room, so he flopped himself down on
the bed, laying on his stomach.

     I took the opportunity to give him a massage, rubbing his back and
shoulders, feet and legs. I would have loved to massage his butt too,
but decided not to push my luck. When I gave him a nudge, he rolled over
onto his back. I massaged his face and neck, shoulders and chest,
stopping at the top of the towel. Then I moved down to his feet and legs
and worked my way up. Pretty much the way I gave him a massage every
time.

     The towel came much further down on his legs than his boxers would
have, so when I reached that high on his legs, I continued upward,
expecting him to indicate that I had gone high enough. Instead, he
allowed me to continue upward and I slowly moved up to the point where
his boxers would have ended if he had been wearing any. In doing so, I
was able to cause the towel to part, giving me a glimpse of his balls and
his lovely soft penis. It was quite titillating as I was seeing forbidden
territory.

     As I continued to massage his upper legs, the towel continued to
part. I was amazed that he didn't realize that his genitals were exposed
to my view. Also, my massaging fingers were much higher on his legs than
he had ever allowed before. So much so, in fact, that I stopped going up
the inside of his leg to avoid brushing against his ballsack.

     I did, however, continue massaging up the outside of his legs, up to
his hips. In doing so, the towel came completely apart and he seemed to
not even notice as I pulled the towel away. His soft penis was nestled
on top of his ballsack against his right leg. He had a beautiful tuft of
black pubic hair.

     Looking up at La's face, I saw that his eyes were closed, but I was
fairly certain that he wasn't asleep. I really didn't understand why he
was allowing me to see his privates, but I wasn't about to ask him about
it. Instead, I continued on to see how far he was going to let me go.

     From his hips, I moved my hands inward until they converged in his
pubic hair which was soft and silky. Even as my fingers brushed against
the base of his penis, La gave no indication that anything was amiss. I
moved down to his ballsack, my fingers brushing against his penis. I
fondled his balls for about a minute before redirecting my attentions to
his penis.

     La's penis, which was still soft, was fully covered by foreskin
which pulled down easily exposing a much pinker head. I was very amazed
on two counts. First was that La was allowing me to fondle his genitals.
Second was that his penis was still soft.

     After more than a minute of playing with La's penis, it gave no
indication of becoming hard. I pulled the foreskin up and down several
times. I rolled his penis between my hands. Finally, almost in
desperation, I leaned down and sucked his penis into my mouth, swirling
my tongue around the most likely sensitive areas.

     That seemed to do the trick, as his penis slowly hardened. Even so,
it was a process that took much time as though his body was resisting
all the way. Eventually, however, his penis was fully erect and I slowly
put all of my efforts into showing him how pleasurable a blowjob could
be.

     After a couple of minutes, I was beginning to worry. At no point had
he given any indication that he was finding the process enjoyable. While
his penis remained erect, the rest of his body appeared to be inert and
immune to the attention that was being lavished upon his penis. Thus it
came as a surprise to me when he suddenly ejaculated into my mouth.

     After I spent a minute licking his softening penis clean, La must
have realized that whatever was going to happen had already happened.
He got up, wrapped the towel around his waist, picked up some clothes and
went back to the bathroom. When he returned, he was dressed and acted as
though nothing had happened.

     I was dying to know why he had let me engage in a sexual activity
with him, but I was too cowardly to bring up the subject. We talked about
many things, but never once did we talk about sex. As a result, the
experience was both exhilarating and frustrating for me. I didn't know if
what had happened was a one time fluke or if it portended a major change
in our relationship.

     A couple of days later, the opportunity arose for me to give him a
backrub. He was wearing shorts, but no shirt. Following my normal
pattern, I massaged my way down to the top of his shorts, then worked my
way up his legs. Taking a chance, I didn't stop when I reached the legs
of his shorts, but continued on upward on the outside of his shorts. I
was soon massaging his butt even though my hands weren't touching his
skin.

     Moving back down to his legs, I once more made my way upward,
reaching inside his shorts this time. I couldn't get too far before my
progress was stopped by the tightness of the material against his legs.
Not to be deterred, I moved to his back again and worked my way downward,
slipping my hands underneath the elastic band until my hands were
massaging his bare butt. In the process, the back of his shorts and
boxers got pulled way down.

     When I nudged him to get him to turn over, he didn't pull up his
shorts as I would have expected. To me, that was an indication that he
expected to lose his shorts. Accordingly, as I massaged down from his
shoulders and chest, I moved my hands outward to his hips and pushed
down his shorts. He obligingly lifted up his butt and I took his shorts
and boxers completely off.

     His beautiful little penis was soft, but as soon as I began to
fondle it, it became stiff. Relishing the thought of tasting his boy-
juice, I set my mouth to work on stimulating his penis. He was a bit
more responsive this time. His body twitched from time to time indicating
that I had found a sensitive area. And this time, his body stiffened
noticeably just before his orgasm, his ejaculation spurting into my
mouth.

     That night, I was very aroused as it appeared that La and I would
have an ongoing sexual relationship. Normally I would leave my boxers up
while I masturbated, my sock covered penis sticking out of the fly. But
being so supercharged, I decided to carefully pull down my boxers to give
myself a bit more freedom. I had to move slowly so as to not wake up La
whose leg partially covered my lower body.

     While fantasizing about the boy who was snuggled next to me, I began
the process of bringing my body to orgasm. The blanket was pushed down
and with sock covered penis firmly in hand, I slowly stroked up and down
knowing that the gentle rocking of the bed had never woken La up in the
past.

     Suddenly La shifted position. I froze, then slowly moved my hand
away from my crotch, expecting La to quickly fall back to his normal
deep sleep. Instead, his hand crept over to my crotch, grabbed a hold
of my penis which was still in my sock, and he resumed doing that which
I had recently interrupted.

     I was in heaven. The thought of his hand masturbating my penis
caused an overload of my sensory inputs. All too soon, an orgasm ripped
through my entire body and I knew that the sock contained a soggy mess.
Sensing that I was done, La removed the sock and dropped it on the floor,
then pulled up the blanket draping his arm across my chest. That position
effectively prevented me from pulling my boxers back on. I decided it
wasn't a problem as the blanket still hid my privates from the eyes of
La's brothers who tended to wake up before I did.

     La and I settled into a sort of routine. Almost every day, usually
right after school (he was a fifteen year old high school freshman by
this time), I would take care of La's blossoming sexual needs. If he
wanted to start with a backrub, he'd lay on the bed face down. If he
wanted to jump right to the sex, he'd lay on the bed face up.

     At night, he would masturbate me, sometimes even using his own sock
to cover my penis. I never asked him to, but he completely took over the
entire job, pulling off my boxers (so that I was always sleeping nude),
pulling a sock over my penis, masturbating me to orgasm, removing the
sock, pulling up the blanket and to sleep. Every now and then, he'd make
it clear that he wanted another turn of his own after he took care of
my needs.

     Meanwhile, my stimulation of La did not reach a stagnation point at
all. I gradually introduced him to the concept of having me lick his
butthole. After a couple of times doing that, he would lift up his legs
on his own. I would push my tongue into his butthole until my tongue was
sore. Then while I sucked on his penis, I'd use my forefinger to massage
his saliva lubricated butthole, gradually pushing my finger further and
further in until we reached a point where I was pushing my finger all the
way in and out of his butthole each time I gave him a blowjob.

     One night, as La was preparing to masturbate me, he sat up and
started up the process without putting a sock in place. It seems he
wanted to watch exactly what happened, having never seen it for himself.
I found that the feeling of his hand directly against the skin of my
penis was very pleasurable. I suspect that he wasn't disappointed when
my ejaculation left a trail from my neck down to my pubic hair. He dipped
his finger into it, sniffed it, then took off one of my socks and cleaned
it up.

     It was about this time that my job took me halfway across the
country for six weeks. La wasn't as emotional when I left, knowing for
sure that I would be back. While I was gone, we talked frequently on the
phone. It was about a week after I left that he asked me how to make it
work by stroking his penis. That's when I realized that he had never in
his life played with his penis. That kind of blew me away.

     It was shortly after I returned that I noticed that Kim, La's
younger brother by two years, started to take an interest in me,
particularly when La wasn't around. Kim was in the eighth grade at that
time and thirteen years old. Sometimes I wondered why the two boys were
two years apart in their ages, but only one grade apart in school.

     One Saturday, La had gone shopping with most of the rest of his
family. Kim had stayed home. We sat together watching TV and he was
snuggled in close to me. There was nothing too unusual about that as all
three boys liked to sit close to me. Sometimes I'd have one on my lap and
the other two on either side of me.

     As we watched (or pretended to watch) TV, I caressed Kim's chest,
stomach and upper legs. I soon noticed that he had gotten an erection, a
very noticeable bulge in his shorts. As I reached across his lap to
caress his leg, I would let my arm brush against his erection as though
by accident.

     After a few minutes of this, Kim stood up and pulled me into the
bedroom. He swore me to secrecy, which is to say that he most definitely
did not want La to find out, and told me that sometimes he hid under his
bed and watched as La and I did stuff, and he wanted to do it too, but I
had to promise that La wouldn't find out.

     Kim flopped onto the bed on his stomach. I figured that he had seen
La and myself often enough to know that meant I would start with a
backrub. Even though he was thirteen, Kim had not started his growth
spurt and had a body more suited to an eleven year old boy. His arms had
almost no muscle to them. While I gave him a backrub, I reflected on how
much La must have filled out over the past year.

     Before I was even done, Kim turned himself over. There was still a
small bulge in his shorts, and once I started caressing his chest and
stomach, the bulge grew quite a bit. I carefully removed his shorts,
taking care not to catch his erection on the elastic.

     Considering how small Kim was, it was a surprise to see that his
erect penis was almost as large as his older brother's. It was maybe a
half inch shorter and almost as wide. He had a very small amount of fine
pubic hairs. Considering that he didn't know exactly what to expect, he
was surprisingly eager to have me suck on his penis, perhaps wanting to
get finished before La came back home.

     When Kim had an erection, his foreskin only covered about half of
the head of his penis. The foreskin did not pull down easily and stayed
down once it was there. The head of his penis was the same color as the
rest of his penis, unlike La's which was much pinker.

     For the first several minutes, Kim did not move around much as I
sucked on his penis, just an ocassional jerk. As he got more into it,
however, his movements increased, sometimes even thrusting his hips
upward to get more of his penis into my mouth. Even so, he took a lot
longer to reach an orgasm than La ever did, probably at least ten
minutes. La seldom took more than five minutes and sometimes only two or
three minutes.

     I wasn't particularly surprised to note that Kim's orgasm did not
include an ejaculation, but I wouldn't have surprised the other way
either. As it turned out, Kim had his first ejaculation about a month
later, the week before Christmas. Similar to La, Kim had never
masturbated or played with his penis before.

     Unlike La, Kim was only interested in his own sexual pleasure. He
never made any attempt to bring me sexual pleasure. And once he found out
how to meet his own needs, his desire to be with me diminished greatly.
But for about six months, we made very good use of the fact that he
arrived home from school about forty-five minutes before La did.

      Perhaps it was because La noticed Kim's increased interest in me,
but La began to be a bit more aggressive in his lovemaking. All on his
own, he started to suck on my penis with his mouth. Not every day, but
once a week to start, gradually becoming more frequent.

     One night as La was masturbating me with one of his socks covering
my penis, I was kissing the top of his head as I frequently did. He
tilted his head back so that I could kiss his forehead and even his nose.
He then scooted up just a bit and made it so that I could kiss his lips.
He had never shown any interest in kissing before. No sooner had his lips
firmly planted themselves on my own lips than I found myself having a
very stimulating orgasm. La let go of my penis and we continued to kiss
for several minutes. After that, kissing became a standard part of our
routine, both in the afternoon and at night.

     It was during that period that I was still giving Kim blowjobs, but
not very often, perhaps once a week, that La seemed to fully understand
why I was putting so much focus on his butthole, licking it (which he
really enjoyed) and sticking my finger in it (which now slid in and out
with ease). Sometimes I would even carefully insert two fingers.

     One night after La and I had both exhausted ourselves by giving each
other blowjobs, we were laying in bed, both of us naked, and both laying
on our right sides, with me spooned in behind La. My semi-erect penis
was unintentionally fitted into his buttcrack and I must admit that it
felt quite good there.

     La began to push his butt back against my penis, back and forth. At
that time, both my penis and his butthole were both slightly slippery
from our respective salivas. He eventually got moved into a position
where the tip of my penis was pushing against his butthole.

     While there was a certain amount of slipperiness, I knew that there
was nowhere near enough lubrication to allow me to penetrate him at that
time. I whispered, "Later," and he seemed to understand.

     In order to be a bit better prepared for the next time La thought
he might be ready for anal intercourse, I got myself a small container
of Vaseline which I hid just under the side of the mattress, and made
sure I had a damp washcloth handy. It didn't take long. The very next
night, La again made butt-to-penis advances.

     I started out by licking his butthole and sticking my tongue in as
deep as I could get it. With his butthole well lubricated by my saliva,
I easily pushed a finger into his butthole. Then I pushed in two fingers,
slowly. La didn't complain at all, but I could tell by how tight it was
that he was probably feeling a bit of pain. I worked my two fingers
around, doing my best to stretch out his anal ring.

     It seemed to be working, as after several minutes I was able to push
my two fingers in and out of his butthole with relative ease. Finally it
was time to take the next step. I put a generous amount of Vaseline
around his butthole and on my penis. Then I positioned him so that his
butt was sticking into the air and got on my knees behind him.

     I was expecting a bit more difficulty in getting the correct
alignment, but the tip of my penis slid into his butthole on the very
first try. Just the tip, mind you, not even the full head, but it was a
very promising start.

     Taking my time, I slowly rocked back and forth, pushing my penis
against his butthole a little harder each time. I didn't know if his
butthole would loosen up, but I wasn't going to force my way in. Push,
back off, push, back off - I set up a slow gentle rhythm.

     Little by little, I could tell that I was going in deeper. After
what seemed like forever, but was probably less than two minutes, the
head of my penis suddenly popped in. La let out a small gasp of pain and
I stayed still for a few minutes to let his butthole get used to the
presence of my penis.

     I found that I was able to push my penis in another inch without
any difficulty. Leaving the head of my penis in his butthole at all
times, I resumed a slow rocking motion, pushing and pulling, sliding
further in each time. It felt so good that I ended up having my orgasm
before I had pushed my penis fully into his butthole.

     La didn't particularly enjoy having my penis in his butt, but he
would offer himself up about every other week or so. Meanwhile, he
developed an interest in my butt. Not to lick or even to touch, but he
wanted to see what it felt like to put his penis in my butthole.

     At the time of his first go, I had already poked him from behind
three times, so he had a pretty good idea of what he had to do. He did
not, however, want to put his finger in my butthole to loosen up my anal
ring. I didn't think that would be a problem though, as I usually pushed
two or three fingers into my butthole every time I showered.

     La was a pretty eager beaver once he got properly positioned. It
took him a few tries to get his penis lined up correctly, and then he
shoved the head of his penis in with just one thrust. That was rather
painful. Then, before I had time to recover, he started the process of
pushing his penis in and out, thrusting further in with each thrust. It
hurt quite a bit, but I got used to it and let him have his way.

     About a minute after he first started, he was thrusting all the way
in and pulling quite a ways back. A couple of times he pulled himself out
and had to realign himself to get back in. Very quickly, he was going in
and out like a jackrabbit. In no time at all, he thrust in as hard as he
could while an orgasm shuddered through his body.

     He leaned his weight forward onto my body. I slowly lowered myself
and he followed my butt down to the bed so that his penis stayed in my
butthole the entire time. It felt good to have his penis inside of me.

     Within a week, poking my butthole with his penis became his favorite
method of getting his rocks off. We gave up our afternoon trysts and
spent each night getting exhausted. Our standard pattern was that he
would masturbate me (using a sock) and then he would poke me, often
falling asleep while he was still on top of me with his penis still
inside my butthole. The main variations were that sometimes he would give
me a blowjob, and sometimes he would have me poke his butthole.

     For the next two years, very little changed in our sex lives. Some
days were more passionate than others. We still engaged in a lot of
kissing, hugging and caressing. During all this time, I was never aware
of any times when Kim or the youngest brother, Kao, saw us even though we
performed our almost nightly ritual no more than six feet away.

     It was about March of La's junior year, when Kao was a freshman
at fourteen years of age, that Kao's awakening sexuality seemed to propel
him in my direction. Of course, my relationship with La had become a bit
blasé, at least from my perspective, so Kao may have been responding to
my interest in him as he waltzed through puberty.

     Another factor that may have caused Kao's path to cross mine was
that both La and Kim had become engaged in after school activities. That
left Kao with no one to play with and out of boredom, he gravitated my
direction. I was only too happy to have such a fine speciman of pubertal
boyhood engaging my attentions.

     Back when I was first seducing La, he had set very firm boundaries
as to how close my caresses could come to his privates. Kao, on the other
hand, had boundaries that gradually receded. As an example, I would be
caressing his stomach, slowly slipping my hand lower and lower until my
fingers slipped under the elastic of his boxers. Then he would make me
stop. Two weeks later, my fingers would be almost touching his pubic hair
before he would make me stop.

     A couple of weeks after that, he was letting me run my fingers
through his pubic hair as long as I didn't touch his penis. A week later,
I could freely run my hand anywhere inside his boxers as long as I didn't
do any more than lightly brush against his penis or his ballsack.

     It wasn't too much later that he would allow me to fondle his penis
and his ballsack as long as he didn't start to get erect. A few days
later, he was letting me hold his erect penis as long as I didn't do
anything to overtly stimulate it. It was about a week later that I gave
him his first blowjob and, like his brothers before him, he had his first
ever orgasm and ejaculated into my mouth.

     As Kim had before him, Kao wanted my assurances that La would never
find out about our sexual activity. I let him know that I also would not
want La to find out.

     Kao was a very tender kind of lover. Our favorite activities were
kissing, hugging, and caressing. I quickly learned that anything I did
to Kao would soon be repeated back. When I first licked his butt, he
licked my butt the very next day. He shared equally in every sexual
experience.

     It was through my relationship with Kao that I came to realize that
La was mostly interested only in his own sexual pleasure, the same that
Kim was. While Kim was blatant and never even tried to pleasure me in
return, La was a bit more subtle. He provided me with sexual pleasure as
a way to ensure that I would keep providing him with sexual pleasure.

     Kao wasn't like that at all. It provided Kao pleasure to be able to
excite me sexually, just as I was aroused by seeing Kao's sexual
excitement. It seemed impossible that I could ever love anyone as much
as I loved Kao, my love for him feeding on his love for me.

     The week before the end of the school year, everything fell apart.
I was giving Kao a blowjob on a beautiful summery afternoon when La
walked into the bedroom. He completely blew up. He demanded that I leave
his place immediately. His parents, however, had no idea why La was so
upset and he couldn't, wouldn't, tell them.

     Nevertheless, I felt that perhaps it was time for me to move on.
Within a week, I had found an apartment of my own and moved out. Kao,
after some lengthy discussions with his parents, moved in with me a week
later. La had not been privy to that decision making process and he was
again furious. In the end, there was nothing that he could do about it.

     As far as Kao's parents were concerned, he was moving in with me so
that I could better help with his homework. His parents would have gladly
approved of having all three boys live with me. They only knew that I was
a very big help in getting the boys socially adjusted to life in the U.S.

     As it turned out, La's anger was very short-lived. I found out later
that his after school activities had been taking place at the home of a
girl he knew, and that with her, he had learned about things such as
birth control and condoms.

     As Kao and I adjusted to life together, we learned that spontaneity
was better than falling into a routine. For both of us, routine
eventually led to boredom. Our lovemaking varied from day to day. We
never felt the need to have our own sexual needs met every single day.
And Kao initiated our lovemaking just as often as I did.

     Shortly after I got my first computer, an Apple ][, I was sitting
in front of it day after day trying to figure out everything that it
could do. Kao came home from school, mockingly made a comment about how
much time I was spending with the computer, and disappeared into the
bedroom. A couple of minutes later he came out stark naked and fully
erect. He practically pushed his penis into my mouth as I was sitting
in front of the computer. Holding the back of my head, he thrust his
penis in and out and soon had his orgasm, his ejaculation just as tasty
as the very first time I had ever sucked him off. Then he left, got
dressed, and was out the door.

     The next morning, I awoke to find him busily sucking on my penis.
He was doing an awfully good job at it and it wasn't long before he was
drinking my juice. Afterward, he lay together for about an hour just
kissing and holding each other, caressing each other.

     That's what my relationship with Kao was like. If he felt ignored,
he didn't just throw a pity party, he took matters into his own hands.
I learned quite a bit from him even though he was almost fifteen years
younger that I was. I can't imagine a relationship being any more perfect
than what I had with Kao.

     Unfortunately, nothing lasts forever. Kao was killed in an accident
with a drunk driver just two weeks after his nineteenth birthday. I'll
never forget you, Kao.