Date: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 22:45:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: Chris Martin <kaholo1154@yahoo.com>
Subject: Godbrother Ricky, Part 17

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Godbrother Ricky, Part 17:

Previously, "See ya," I shouted as I slipped on my shorts and grabbed my
T-shirt and threw it over my shoulder.  I opened the door and standing
there was the PT, Mike.

"Hey," I said as I walked past him.

"Where's Clark?" he asked me.

"Taking a shower," I shouted not turning back to look at him.

As I walked down the hall, "SHIT!" I shouted through clenched teeth.  I
forgot my jock strap! I thought about returning to Clark's but Mike was
there.  I hoped Clark would find it before Mike.

When I got to the room, there was a note from Robby: "I had you paged
several times.  Aunty Amy returned from the mainland. She came to take us
to dinner and spend the night with them.  See you tomorrow at
practice. Where were you? R"

"Shit!" I muttered to myself.  I think I was the only one from the
boarders, who did not go out off campus either for dinner or a movie, and
now I am missing out on great opportunity for a delicious meal and
different scenery.

I took an extra long shower.  I thought about what I was probably missing
out on and was suddenly overwhelmed with a sense of loneliness. After I
toweled off and changed to shorts and a tank top, I went to the office
where the pay phones were and made a collect call home.

Ring...Ring...Ring.  "Hello" I heard my mother's voice.  "Will you accept a
collect call from Buddy?" asked the operator.  "Buddy?" my mother asked.
"Yes mam," replied the operator.  "No I will not," answered my mother.
"Sorry Buddy your collect call was not accepted," said the operator
apologetically.  "That's okay operator; it was nice to hear her voice," I
told her.  I hung up the phone.  I turned and looked at the office and
there was Clark with Mike looking in my direction.

Ring... Ring... Ring.  The pay phone.  I answer, "Hello... Hi Mom!...I'm
sorry for calling...I'm okay...I was feeling a bit homesick I guess...Robby
went with Aunty Amy for dinner and he is going to sleep over...I was busy
and didn't hear when I was paged...yeah, I am learning a lot and getting a
good workout...Robby is going good...I think UH (University of Hawaii)
might be interested in him...oh, what am I hungry for when I come
home?...you know I love your pansit and how about dad's BBQ pork... oh mom,
how about the haupia/dobash cake?"

Hearing my mom's voice and her light laughter made me feel better.  And
just before I am to say bye, I feel a tap on my shoulder.  I turn and to my
surprise, it's Robby!

"Mom, Robby's back!" almost shouting in the mouth-piece.  "Mom thanks for
being there; I missed hearing your voice...yes I will (in response to her
telling me to be a good boy)."  And then in almost a whisper, "love you
mom!"

**Let me deviate a bit here: To avoid the high charges for a collect call,
our family came up with this plan, that whenever I call home collect I am
to use the name Buddy, and that was code for my parent to call me.

"I thought you were with Aunty Amy!" I asked Robby.

"She thought we come back and see if you were around. Wanna come?" Robby
asked.

I did not need to know any information; the thought of going out was music
to my ears.  Robby went back to the car, and I went to gather some items,
and went to the office to sign out.

"Chris, your parents do not have Aunt Amy on the list of adults
approved... as a matter of fact, you have no signed clearance," said Clarke
as I was signing out.


"What?" I asked.

"Yeah buddy, your clearance form is not signed," confirmed Mike.

Robby came to check on me and I told him the unfortunate news. He asked to
see the form.  And sure enough, there was no signature.  Robby returned
with Aunty Amy, and she said she was going to take full responsibility, but
Clark and Mike said my parent(s) needed to give the approval.  Kudos to
Aunty Amy, she had Clark call my home long distance and get my mother's
verbal consent.  He reluctantly did so, and thank goodness my mother was
still home.  She said she gave the approval and apologized for any
inconvenience.

"Phew!" I sighed.

"Mahalo Aunty Amy!" I said jubilantly.

"Well, Robby was talking about how you guys have been practicing hard and
been good about your summer reading, I thought you could use a break," she
said.  "But you have to thank Robby for asking to come check on you...you
guys almost like brothers, huh?"

"Yeah, Robby and I are tight!" I replied and smiled at Robby.

We went to dinner at Oshiro's, and the meal was fantastic!  Great tempura
and sushi!  Aunty Amy told us of her adventure on the mainland and the fun
times she had in New York and going to see Niagara Falls.  She's a great
story teller!

We walked around Lahaina town.  As appreciation for giving me the
opportunity to attend volleyball camp, I bought T-shirts for my dad (and
me) and a blouse for my mom.

We spent the night at Aunty Amy's beautiful home.  (Her husband passed away
about 3 years ago). Her children were on their own, so she had an empty
nest.  We had her sons' room—twin beds.

"Mahalo Aunty for inviting me out and for the ono dinner!" and gave her a
kiss on her cheek good night.

We changed, rather, we disrobed down to our underwear.  As I lay in bed, I
thought, "what a great evening!

"Hey where were you this afternoon?" Robby asked breaking the silence.  " I
had you paged several times, and you weren't out reading."

I did not know what to tell him, I did not want to lie but I was also
afraid to tell him everything, so I replied with a half truth, "I went for
a long jog and did the hill. When I was walking back, I got the worse cramp
ever in my Left quads and into my hip...Fuck it was so bad! Clark heard me
and came out to see what was wrong and then he helped my up and he worked
my leg." And I before he could comment, I asked him, "BTW, how was the
massage with Mike?"

Robby's facial expression changed.  He actually blushed.  So I asked,
"Well?"

Robby sat next to me at the bedside. He looked me in the eyes, "You cannot
tell anyone; I trust you!" I told him I promised it would be between him
and I.

Robby looking down at the floor.  "I was the last client; Mike took me to
the treatment room for a massage; I was in my shorts and he had me take
them off so he wouldn't get any oil on my shorts. He had me lie on my
stomach and started to work my legs, and" Robby became quiet; cleared his
throat, stood up to turn off the light so only the lamp on his night stand
was on.  He laid on his bed for the evening, looking straight up to the
ceiling, and I could see he had bulged up a bit.  I laid on my side facing
him.

Robby continued: "Mike worked his way up my legs, along the inner thigh,
and well, all this was new to me and I have to admit I liked it a lot! Mike
explained things to me as he massaged my okole (Hawaiian for buttocks); his
fingers lomi'd my okole and then moved to my puka (Hawaiian for hole) and
he touched the outside of my puka and it felt good. Something told me in my
head it wasn't right, but my boto (Filipino for cock) was enjoying it all
too much to say stop."

I could see he has popping a boner and so was I.  Robby continued, "then
Mike had me roll over and he continued to massage my thighs and his hands
traveled up my high to my inner thigh and his fingers got under my jock
strap. I just laid there with my eyes closed and then I felt him rub his
hand over my cock and later he had my cock out and was jerking me off.
Mike asked me if I wanted him to stop and I told him no.  He continued. I
had my hands behind my head and when I lowered them to my side, he put his
boto in my hand and I just returned my hands behind my head.  He wanted me
to stroke him but I didn't.  When I told him I was going to blast my load,
`he said go for it buddy!' and sucked my cock and I shot my load in his
mouth. He wiped his mouth and my cock and finished the massage. After he
was done, tucked my boto back in my jock and acted like nothing happened."
Robby's voice started to quiver toward the end.

He sounded regretful for probably letting Mike do what he did.  But to me
it sounded all too hot, and his vivid sharing of a hot massage jack off
session got me boned up.

"Sounds very hot!  Wish he massaged me too!  He is hot looking!" I said
trying to light of things.

"What would you have done?" Robby asked me.

"Like I said, it sounds very hot, and I probably would have let him do me
like he did you; I think I would have played with his cock too," I replied
very candidly.

I walked over to Robby and sat at the side of his bed.  I put my hand on
his chest and with my other hand I rubbed his six pack. "I'm jealous!  I
wish I could massage you and make you feel good!" staring him in his eyes.

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Thanks for reading Godbrother Ricky, Part 17. I have to apologize for the
lengthy storyline.  I am writing about my experience.  Robby is someone who
was a good friend, and whom on a different level from Ricky, I fell in love
with too. Clark was someone who later became a friend.  I enjoyed writing
of my experience; kind of like re-living my youth!  If you want to write me
with your comments and/or suggestions, please do so at
Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.  I love hearing from you and will respond.