Date: Thu, 10 Oct 2002 10:11:17 -0700
From: wizofaz33@msn.com
Subject: Unscheduled Entertainment

My thanks to a real life Hiroshi for allowing me to use his
name in the following story.  Appreciation also for
explaining that his name is pronounced Hero-she.  jdb


		 Unscheduled Entertainment

		    By Jaime del Bueno

"Pete, this is going to be one fine weekend," remarked the
driver of a somewhat beat-up SUV.


"Yeah," was the answer from Pete, a man of few words.


"I miss the girls already, but a long weekend to do as we
please with no one around to try to tell us what to do is
nice, too." continued Brick. "We can swim, climb that cliff,
drink beer, or do nothing."  Pete and Brick were dating
sisters who had gone out of town for a family reunion.  Pete
and Wanda had been making plans to get married in the
spring, while Brick and Susie were seriously considering
following suit.


"Mostly do nothing."


"That's right. I wish we could hurry up and get there. I'd
hate to find someone camped out in our spot," Brick stewed.
"That's why we rushed around to get off early on a Friday
afternoon.


 The previous year, Pete and Brick had found a perfect spot
to camp in the forest. There was a small level piece of
ground, lying in a clearing in the forest of tall, stately,
aromatic trees.  The camping area was between a rock cliff
that was fine for amateurs to climb and a shallow stream
filled with recently melted snow.  Just down stream, the
creek had hollowed out a small pool deep enough to swim or
just horse around.  The large boulders around it provided
good places for lying in the sun. The clearing was so
isolated that anyone going there had to hike the final half
mile with all equipment and provisions.

"If they are in our spot, we can just march in and tell them
to get out", explained Pete.
"If they give us any trouble, we can tear up their camp a
little and give them a few bruises. They'll probably take
the hint from just looking at us and seeing we mean
business," Brick adds.

Pete and Brick are an imposing pair.  Pete stands about 6
foot, one, and weighs about 230 pounds.  Brick stands five
foot, 10, and weighs 200 pounds.  Pete has dark brown hair
and a complexion that appears perpetually tanned.  This is a
sharp contrast with Brick who has coppery blonde hair,
almost red, and a rather pale reddish skin.  Brick had
earned his nickname honestly.

They knew each other slightly in high school, but when they
were graduated from high school, they each happened to go to
the biggest employer at the nearby county seat and got jobs
that consisted primarily of physical labor.  If it weren't
for the slight beer bellies they acquired from a definite
preference for the beer they consumed, they would have been
outstanding physical specimens.

Since they were both in the same department, they got to
know each other better and really "hit it off".  This
friendship developed into double dating the Bronson sisters
and going to the corner bar for a "couple of mugs of suds "
before they each went on home from work to their two shabby
apartments every night.  Then Brick saved up enough to buy
the SUV and they started going to the mountains from time to
time.

Pete gets more excited and apprehensive with each mile of
the trip.  Then, when they came to the spot where they would
need to park and start hiking, they spot a shiny, new SUV,
obviously fancier than their own trusty wheels. "Oh, God,"
moans Pete, "We've got company."

"Now Pete, relax.  They may be camped in a whole different
place."

As they approached the final yards to "their spot", the guys
slow down and drop their burdens to the ground. Almost on
tiptoes, they draw closer until they can see-exactly in the
spot they want--a spotless new tent.  A short distance away
a short man in a loose, baggy shirt that disguises his stout
build, sitting on a fallen log.  In some foreign language,
he was reading aloud what appeared to be poetry.  They must
be short poems, though, because he stopped often to consider
what he had read.

"The little guy must be some kind of dude," Pete offers.

"Everything he has is new and doesn't even look used.  He
probably works in an office and is on his first camping
trip." Brick adds hopefully.  "He hasn't counted on two guys
our size telling him to move on."

They pick up their bundles again and stomp determinedly
into the center of the camp.  One can almost hear the drums
and bugles.  At the center of the camp, they stop by a small
fire and Pete kicks over a kettle in which water is being
heated.  This kills most of the fire and causes a cloud of
steam.

"Hey, buddy," Pete explains, "this is our campground and you
will just have to move on."  Hearing this, the small man
calmly puts his book down and moves away from the log,
generally in the direction of Pete and Brick.

"I don't believe I have to move," the man says in a quiet,
slightly accented voice.  "I was here first and this is
public property." Lunging forward, Pete pushes the small man
in the chest, only to find himself lying flat on the ground.

Jumping up, Pete instructs Brick, "Get around behind him and
then we'll grab him.  We'll see who has to go someplace
else."  The pair move into position on opposite sides of the
stranger and start closing in.  When closer, it is as if
they were in the center of a small tornado.  Moving quickly
and efficiently, the man twists each of the other two men
into helpless bundles and slams them onto the ground.  Brick
is flat on his face while Pete manages to get to his knees
and start crawling toward the forest. He is stopped by the
man's foot knocking one of his arms out from under him.

"Very nice, Master San."  It is the voice of a young man
with a classically handsome Asian face who had emerged from
the tent and watched the fracas.

"Thank you, Hiroshi. I should have yelled for you to come
take care of the matter.  You could have handled it just as
well."  The man addressed as Hiroshi is much younger than
the small man and several inches taller.  He does not have
the accent of the older person.

"Now what do you plan to do with them?" Hiroshi asks.  "If
you turn them loose, there is no telling what kind of
trouble they can cause."

"Right, Hiroshi." After studying Pete and Brick for a
minute, "They look like a pair of cock suckers to me, and I
think we should keep them here for our entertainment."  This
brings a torrent of indignant denials:  "Who are you calling
a cock sucker. . . .I never touched another man's dick in my
life. . .You can't call us names like that, `cause we
ain't."

Ignoring this outpouring, the short man looks at the
redfaced youngster and says, "What is your name?"

"Brick."  Having taken the worst of the small battle, Brick
was in a conciliatory mood and spoke up promptly.

"And your friend's name?"

"Pete." Brick answered.

"I believe," mused the man, that Pete is diminutive for
Peter.  "Pull yours out, Pete, and show us how diminutive it
is."  Proud of the size of his big, fat prick, Pete starts
to display it as rebuttal, but stops and folds his arms
across his chest.  "Brick, take down his jeans and underwear
if he's wearing any," commands the man in charge.

Brick is completely subdued and figures the best way to
avoid more punishment is to do as told.  Ignoring Pete's
glares, Brick unbuckles the heavy belt at Pete's waist,
unzips the fly and then pulls both Pete's jeans and his
briefs to ankle level.

Pete's cock quickly begins to harden and start curving up to
his navel.  It is massive-a long thick rod with a large
purple head. "Very good, Brick.  Now take off all of your
clothes and then all of Pete's clothes, including boots and
socks."  At this, Brick becomes more hesitant in his
actions, but does as ordered.

"Very good indeed. Now Brick and Hiroshi, spread that tarp
groundcover in front of the tent and anchor it down."  When
this is done, both of the young intruders are ordered to the
center of the groundcover.

"On your knees, Pete, and suck your friend's very healthy
looking penis. . . . . . . NOW!"  Finally, after thinking
carefully about the two men at the edges of the groundcover,
Brick and Pete comply. Obviously inexperienced, Pete kneels
and slowly licks the head of Brick's member that has
hardened and grown to a much better than average size. It is
proportionate in length and thickness.  It is a pale pink,
almost chalky white, with a dark pink, mushroom shaped head.

"Take it in your mouth and pump on it!"  Pete closes his
eyes and then follows instructions.  "Faster, you're going
to do that till he comes in your mouth." Again, Pete
complies, occasionally feeling Brick's cockhead pushing into
his throat and causing him to gag.

The host pair watches this activity with detached looks, but
a noticeable swelling has appeared in the tight shorts
covering Hiroshi's crotch.

When Brick deposits a major load of cum in Pete's mouth,
causing it to drip down each side of Pete's chin, the two
then look to the small man for further instructions. Pete
holds the mouthful distastefully and looks around somewhere
off the groundcover to spit since the neatness his mother
had beat into him as a child still was in control.

The small man smiles in sympathy and directs Pete to spit it
all out into the pit where the fire was barely smoldering.
Pete looks relieved and dashes for the pit.

"Now is time to do return the favor, Brick. On your knees
and repay Pete for his kindness."  Since
co-operation seems to have failed to exempt him from the
faggoty activities, Brick slowly lowers himself to his
knees, takes Pete's dong in his hand and inserts it
carefully into his mouth.

"Go on" the short man barks.  Brick begins to suck and
stroke vigorously. "Now faster." Before Brick can respond,
Pete decides that he has been betrayed by his buddy who
gives in too readily to the little man's commands. Now he
figures he can retaliate.  He grasps each side of Brick's
head and proceeds to face fuck the startled friend with his
oversized cock.

Jamming the big lance all the way into Brick's throat as
part of each stroke, Pete really begins to enjoy this
diversion.  He takes extra pleasure in the gagging, the
discomfort and the difficulty of Brick's breathing.  All of
these feelings settle in his ball sac and he delivers an
even bigger harvest of cum than Brick had produced.

Now it is Brick's turn to silently appeal for permission to
spit.  After he spits in the fire pit, Brick still has some
cum in his mouth.  As surreptitiously as possible, Brick
rolls this around with his tongue and tastes it. Pleasantly
surprised, Brick catches himself just before smiling
approval, but not before being observed by the small man in
charge.  He also notices that Brick's cock is beginning to
harden and rise again.

"Hiroshi, please fetch some lubricant from the tent and hand
it to Brick."  Turning to Pete, he continues, "Get on your
hands and knees."  When this is done, the enigmatic man
addresses Brick, "Apply that lubricant to your penis and put
a good supply in Pete's rectum."

Sensing an opportunity to get even for the face fucking he
received from Pete, Brick's manpole stands straight out and
quivers.  "Yes," he is told, "because your stick of joy has
recovered so nicely, it is time to insert same in Pete's
ass."

At this, Pete starts to stand and run, but Hiroshi quickly
interferes.  He rapidly applies a practiced maneuver and
puts Pete back on his knees. The side of Pete's face is
mashed into the tarp. The young Asian nods to Brick and says
"Now, do as Master San instructed you!"

Happy to oblige because of the treatment his mouth and
throat had received from Pete's monster appendage, Brick
kneels behind Pete and tentatively rubs the head of his rod
in the inviting ass crack offered up to him.  Then, he
mashes against the puckered hole of delight, but Pete
tightens and refuses to let anything enter.  Abruptly, the
small man also puts a hold on Pete and says, "you had better
relax or it will hurt a lot worse.  And it will hurt because
it is going to happen!"

Fighting the pain he already feels, Pete does his best to
nod in acquiescence and relaxes his asshole.  Brick starts
to ram into the orifice, but remembers that Pete probably
will have a chance to get even.  So, he carefully inserts
his dick, which is not as big as Pete's but is well over
average size.  He advances slowly into the previously unused
tunnel of love, hesitating at each sign of pain from Pete.

Once in, he pulls back and jams in all the way.  Pete gasps
and then screams, "a-a-a-I-e-ow-ow. No-o-o-o. Ow. OW."

"Hiroshi, put something hard in his mouth to stifle that
noise.  It could give me a headache."

Hiroshi has no problem in deciphering this command and
immediately removes his shorts and bikini briefs.  Once
freed, his member, which is approximately the same size as
Brick's ample appendage, starts rising into the air.  Brick,
who never before has seen an Asian penis, stares with
fascination at Hiroshi's stiffening cock.  It is a very dark
mahogany color and curls slightly to the right side.  Uncut,
it has a long foreskin that extends well beyond the head.
It springs from a blue-black bush of sparkling hair. Two
pendulous balls, the size of large eggs, are encased in a
scrotum of the same dark color as the dick.  They swing
forcefully back and forth as Hiroshi moves closer to Pete.

Peeling back the foreskin, Hiroshi inserts the now rigid
joypole.  It finds a warm nest in Pete's mouth and starts
pumping slowly into the depths of Pete's throat.  Pete's
eyes roll, but he is not able to make any more sounds.

Hiroshi tries to look inscrutable and "above it all" but his
thoughts are on the stimulating sensations flowing from
Pete's tongue, through the head of Hiroshi's prick, down the
still growing shaft and into his ball sac, which has been
sparingly used lately.

Brick's motions have increased in speed and intensity. Pete
now seems to be humming in pleasure and the look on his face
is no longer antagonistic.  When Brick cums, with sounds
almost rivaling Pete's earlier outbursts, Pete involuntarily
tightens his sphincter. Subconsciously, he  gives off signs
of wanting to keep the big dick lodged in his inner self,
while his own monster prick  has resumed its former glory.
Hiroshi, though not meaning to do so, quietly blasts a large
helping of creamy jism into Pete's mouth.

"Turn about is fair play."  The short man adds, in a quiet
voice, "You know the drill, Brick, on your knees" Brick
drops to his hands and knees, spreading his legs apart.

Hiroshi takes his cock out of Pete's mouth so Pete can move.
Realizing now that there can be future retribution, Pete
lubes his own dick profusely and gets a large amount of the
grease on one index finger.  Pete starts with the finger,
pushing it into Brick's ass carefully and rubbing the lube
around as much as possible.  The cool lube and the finger
pressure send tingles throughout Brick's body.

Then Pete places the head of his cock at Brick's rear
entrance and rubs it in circles.  When Brick relaxes, Pete
starts pushing in the monstrous head. Once that is in, he
hesitates for a few moments and then slides the remainder of
the hot rod in a little at a time. It is Brick's time to
moan and then cry. "O-o-o-no-o-o-uh-uh-uh! Oh God, no-o-o!"

By this time, Brick's face is contorted with pain from the
burning sensation radiating out of his virgin asshole. With
his eyes screwed shut and with his lips between his mashing
teeth, "Go ahead, Pete," Brick gasps. "Fuck me fast and get
it over with."  Pete does as told, but does not ram at the
end of each stroke as he would like to do and as he would do
with his girlfriend.

Brick's face relaxes as the fucking becomes smoother and,
though his eyes are still squinted shut, he seems to be
fighting a smile that lurks near the corner of his mouth. He
can't stop a few moans that escape and which sound as though
caused by pleasure.  As Pete cums, both he and Brick groan
out a short gasp. In no hurry to pull out, Pete takes his
time getting out of the warm, pleasurable hole.

As though to speed Pete, the man known as Master San
announces, "Now that you boys have had your fun and
everything seems relaxed, it is time for us to enjoy the
entertainment."  He removes his shirt and places it
carefully on the corner of the ground cover.  This reveals a
torso and arms which one would expect on a much taller man.
The arms are fence posts and the heavily muscled torso shows
massive pecs and sharply delineated six-pack abs.

The master joins Hiroshi in removing his shorts and
undergarment. This shows that both men's thighs are as well
developed as their calves. Hiroshi, having already stripped,
watches as Master San's dick springs immediately toward his
navel.

Hiroshi's body is stunning. The bulging muscles of his legs
make them seem shorter than they are. Above that, there are
narrow hips and waist.  From there, there is a torso
tapering from the slimness of his middle out to
extraordinarily broad muscular shoulders.  Pecs and abs are
well defined and appear as though carved from hard, tan
stone. "Both of you get on your hands and knees, side by
side.  Now, after you, Hiroshi."

Apparently without any thought, Hiroshi kneels behind Brick
who is the closer and draws Brick's buns invitingly toward
his crotch.  "Don't forget the lubricant because of your
eagerness." The older man smiles as he hands the salve to
Hiroshi.

Hiroshi oils his middle finger and rubs it seductively up
and down the tempting ass crack and in circles around the
pucker.  Then with his member quickly lubricated, Hiroshi
proceeds slowly.  Hiroshi watches the contrast of his almost
black shaft carefully entering the extraordinarily white
butt with its already stretched anus. Starting slowly,
Hiroshi smoothly increases the speed so that he and Brick
both feel the in and out motion as an increasingly pleasant
friction.

Brick holds his breath, but makes no noise at first.
Then "um-um-um-um-ah-ah" slips out in a rather happy hum.
This time, his eyes are closed, but the lids are not mashed
together.  The look on his face indicates he is
concentrating on the feel in his rectal passage and it is a
pleased look.

Meanwhile, in his usual efficient manner, Master San kneels
behind Pete and lubricates both his cock and the target
before him.  Finding, however, the difference in the length
of his legs and the length of Pete's legs makes entry a
little awkward, Master San rolls Pete onto his back and
pushes Pete's knees up beside his head.

A surprised and slightly worried expression appears on
Pete's face, but he makes no move or sound of protest.
Holding Pete's legs up over his shoulders, Master San finds
Pete's ass pussy with his engorged and lubed dick and
doesn't need to touch anything with his hands. The granite
like rod pushes swiftly into Pete's fuck tunnel.  Master San
is in position to wryly observe Pete's face begin to look
happy about the whole thing.

Slight sounds of delight come from each of the first pair to
finish, as Hiroshi cums and cums in torrents.  Both men fall
flat on the ground with Hiroshi staying on Brick's back and
his prick remaining in Brick's warm mancunt.  Almost without
thinking of what he's doing and with his eyes closed,
Hiroshi snuggles his head against the back of Brick's head
and gently kisses the nape of Brick's neck.  Brick pushes
his ass up against Hiroshi to keep the softening dick in his
rear as long as possible. The caramel colored body and the
chalky red one make an interesting contrast.

Their climax spurs Master San's movements into the
appearance of a fucking machine.  Faster and faster he pumps
deep into Pete.  As usual, showing no emotion other than a
deep sigh, Master San shoots a massive dose of sperm into
the cavity that had welcomed him and made him feel like a
young man again. Then, releasing Pete's hips and moving
forward, Master San thrust his member into Pete's mouth with
one more instruction, "Clean it off, Pete."  Pete
industriously goes to work and does as told, curiously
tasting shit, cum, and the natural lubrication which now
flows freely through Master San's cock canal.

"Hiroshi, there is a roll of soft rope in my bag, just
inside the tent.  Bring it to me, along with a sharp knife."
Once again, Brick and Pete tense apprehensively and watch
Hiroshi intently.

There is no further abuse of the two who have provided the
entertainment demanded by Master San.  Master San simply
cuts appropriate lengths of rope and ties Pete's hands
behind his back and ties his ankles together.  The bedrolls
Pete and Brick had been carrying were unrolled and Pete is
directed to lie on one of them.  "If you make any attempt to
get those ropes off," Master San quietly informs him,   "I
will tie a rope around your balls and then tie that rope to
both your wrists and ankles.  As you can imagine, any
movement will cause pain."

"Hiroshi, take Brick and go bring the rest of the supplies
from their vehicle." Hiroshi slips back into his shorts, but
when Brick starts to do the same, he gets a disapproving
look from Master San. "You may, however put on your boots
and socks."  As the pair head down the trail, Master San
dresses, sits back on the log and resumes reading his book
of poetry.

He continues this reading, stopping only once to put fresh
water for tea back where Pete had kicked the pot over.  When
Hiroshi and Brick return, they are heavily laden.
They bring back the weekend's food supply brought by the two
and a large amount of beer, along with a heavy net bag to be
used for suspending several cans of beer in the icy stream
at a time.

"They also have a digital camera, similar to mine." Hiroshi
reports. "I think we should take many pictures of their
activities for keepsakes.  We can use my camera to record
anything that interests us and their camera so they will
have reminders, too.  I can show you how to use their
camera, Master San."

As it is getting dark, Hiroshi and Brick prepare dinner,
using supplies from both parties and put some cans of beer
in the creek.  Pete is untied and the four eat leisurely.
Hiroshi and Master San drink tea with their food, but the
other two are allowed as much beer as they want.  The
entertainment pair feels the meal leaned a little too
strongly to rice, but they kept their thoughts to
themselves.

After dinner, Pete and Brick put up their tent next to the
other tent.  Their bedrolls and other personal effects-minus
the camera--are put in the tent.  When Master San decides it
is time for sleep, he banks the fire, ties Pete and Brick
the same way he had demonstrated before, except that their
hands were in front.  Then, after being allowed to take care
of bodily functions, they were put into their respective
bags and another rope was tied outside the bags in a netlike
pattern. This leaves them no room for a struggle or attempt
to slip out of their bindings.

The night was uneventful with sound sleep induced by beer
and tea. The next morning, however, found Pete and Brick
being awakened early by raging piss hards and severely beer
strained bladders.  They remain in misery until Master San
awakes, relieves himself and wakes Hiroshi to remove their
ropes and take them behind some bushes where the three
pissed long and hard.  Hiroshi took pictures of the other
two, while Master San captured all three in the lens of the
camera he was using.  Neither Hiroshi's or Master San's
faces were in these pictures or any others taken during the
weekend.


On Saturday morning, breakfast consists mainly of rice for
the Asian duo, but bacon and a large helping of scrambled
eggs for the others.  Their joy juices need to be
replenished for later.  When the camp is tidied Master San
calls for more entertainment.  Pete and Brick are put
through paces similar to the previous day with the other two
joining in only for their contributions of semen at the end.
Many pictures were taken of this whole procedure and it
later was noticed in pictures of Brick and Pete there was no
signs of rebellion or even discomfort.

When this was done, Master San said, "You two seem to have
gear for climbing.  Now you can entertain us by climbing up
that rock cliff.  You will go one at a time, so there will
be no worries about the two of you making a dash from the
top of the cliff."  The rest of the morning went rapidly
while the climbing was demonstrated. Pete and Brick showed
more enthusiasm than expertise, but worked at it until
Master San called them to lunch.  Many pictures had been
taken looking up at the climbers from the base of the cliff,
so the pictures all showed much butt cheeks, with  cocks and
balls flopping between their legs.

Another rice-heavy meal was served for lunch along with
plenty of beer for the two drinkers.  Afterwards, there was
desultory conversation since all four almost dozed as they
talked. The one point of particular interest to Brick and
Pete, still in some concern about how long they would be
kept as "entertainment", was clarified when Hiroshi
mentioned that his party was planning to leave sometime
after lunch on Sunday.

As they eventually "came to", it was decided that the three
young men would spend the afternoon swimming in the deep
hole of the stream.

Master San sat with his book and occasionally allowed the
beauty and scent of the tall trees and stream and cliff to
cleanse his mind of any problems that had disturbed his
inner peace back in the city.  The only noise is laughter
from the swimming hole.  He remembers that he has a small
task to perform and picks up both cameras.

The swimmers swim vigorously in the cold water to stay as
warm as possible.  They enjoy the simple play in the water
as though they were small children. If they noticed that the
Master San stood on the bank and took pictures with each
camera, they paid no attention and the older man returned to
his campsite. Eventually, Pete returns to the upper part of
the creek and brings the beer-filled net down to the pond.
He climbs out onto a rock to drink and soak up some heat
from the sun.

Brick and Hiroshi continue to cavort, becoming even more
frenetic as they wrestle, trying to pull each other under
the water and playing grab ass.  At one point, Brick dives
to the bottom of the pool and then came up in front of
Hiroshi.  Perhaps he misjudges, but he surfaces so close to
Hiroshi that their crotches rub together and their peckers
start to swell. The two look into each other's eyes for a
few moments without moving until suddenly they each pull
back in embarrassment and confusion.

When they go back to their innocent splashing and playing,
they are much quieter.  They do, however, start diving (face
and crotch upward) through the arches formed by each other's
legs.  This causes more "accidental rubbing" and subsequent
semi-erections, despite the cold water.  They never say
anything about the flesh on flesh activities.

Even that comes to an end, though, when the Master San calls
them to a hearty meal. A day spent exerting in the fresh air
and the filling meal makes conversation difficult and they
agree to an early bedtime.  The campsite is cleaned up and
bladders are emptied before Pete and Brick are tied and
mummified in their bedrolls once more.

During the night, Pete and Brick regret all the beer they
drank and the early "lights out".  The combination causes
piss hards at a time much too early to be getting up for the
day.  Pete's moaning awakens Brick. By the light of the
faint moonlight getting into the tent, they look at each
other and discuss their situation until Brick says, "This is
the last night we will sleep in these bedrolls before we can
take them home and wash them.  Why don't we. . ."

Before Brick can finish, the laconic Pete says, "Yeah", lets
out a big sigh, smiles contentedly, and the smell of urine
begins to drift through the tent. The warm, sticky fluid
actually feels good to Pete as he rolls over to spread it
around.  "That's all right."

Brick, who had expected an argument now takes his turn in
flooding his bedroll with the golden elixir and returns
Pete's smile.  By dawn, they are possessed by the affliction
once more.  Not needing further discussion, they  roll over
onto their backs, getting the maximum amount of piss
scattered around.  Then, they go back to sleep and sleep
like babies.  Actually, they smell similar to babies with
wet diapers.

When Hiroshi, at the Master San's instruction, opens the
tent flap next to the saturated bedrolls the next morning,
he gags and steps back.  "Master San, please come here."

Taking one sniff of the aroma and quickly surveying the
cause, the fastidious Master San calmly orders, "Hiroshi,
untie them and try not to breathe.  Then you two will each
pick up your bedrolls and go to the swimming hole.  Soak
yourselves and the bedrolls until at the smell is completely
gone."

Hiroshi carries a bar of soap for them that he forces them
to use.  At that hour of the morning, the icy stream is even
colder then usual.  The boys toss their bedrolls in the
water and ease themselves in after.  After they make several
attempts to get out, Hiroshi finally relents and lets them
out to spread the bedrolls on the rocks.  He has them return
to the stream for a good soaping and sniffs carefully when
he does let them out.  Their skin that had turned blue in
the cold water, now turns bright crimson with the return of
blood.  Their peckers and balls are drawn up so that they
are barely visible.

After Master San makes his inspection, he allows them to sit
on the ground cover near the fire.  There they stay until
everyone finishes eating a breakfast somewhat burned during
the delay. Today, Master San varies the routine by first
having the cliff climbers do their thing on the rock wall.
This warms them thoroughly and cleans their pores with
sweat.

Once more, they brave the water (now slightly warmed by the
sun) and bathe at some length.  Only then are they allowed
to return to the ground cover and assume their positions
before the fastidious pair for the primary "entertainment".
With very few reminders, they run through the usual routine
together.  There are no arguments and even pleasant smiles.
Their well stretched throats and manholes require no
lubrication and things just seem to "fall together".

Then, Master San and Hiroshi strip for their parts in the
show.  They proceed as expected except that Hiroshi has
Brick lie on his back for his fucking. This is done in such
a way as to allow Hiroshi to keep eye contact with his
partner.

Except for a momentary distraction of Brick's re-hardening
cockshaft catching his eye, Hiroshi maintains the non
committal expression on his face. Now, though, with Brick's
piece in mind, Hiroshi's mind is cluttered with thoughts of
having Brick entering him. He considers Brick's lance
spurting sperm into his throat, and then thinks of the
possibilities for Brick's plowing into the recesses of his
rectal passage.  The idea excites him so much that he has to
pull out to keep from cumming prematurely. Prematurely, that
is, according to Hiroshi's wish to continue feeling so warm
and sex-pleased.  Hiroshi imagines the pair in a 69 position
and is pleased by the way their contrasting bodies would
form a striking "Yin and Yang" design.

Master San completes his exercise with a minimum of bother
and watches the others.  His expression turns to amusement
as Hiroshi cums with vigor and falls onto Brick's body.
This time, the proximity makes it possible for Hiroshi to
plant a long, gentle kiss on Brick's apparently eager mouth,
before remembering there is an audience.

"I believe its time for lunch.  We still have plenty of rice
and beer", the Master San laughs. "Afterwards, if you young
visitors are not waterlogged from your soakings this
morning, I would suggest you enjoy the swimming hole one
more time before we break camp."  He whispers brief
instructions to Hiroshi and starts preparing their meal.

Hiroshi goes into the main tent and makes sure he has a pen
in his pocket and a piece of blank paper. Gathering up the
bundles of clothing taken from Brick and Pete, he heads out
of camp.  His destination is Brick's SUV which he unlocks
and deposits the bundles.  There, he examines Brick's
billfold, from which he copies the full name and address.
Writing his own name and address on the blank paper, he
places it next to the money in Bricks billfold.

Returning to camp, Hiroshi finds their lunch being served.
This time, Master San has used more of the guy's food
supplies and those two are smiling in appreciation. After
the food is inhaled and the dishes cleaned, the young trio
slowly takes an amble down the narrow path with well-filled
bellies.


With Pete carrying the supply of beer in the net, the three
start back to the swimming hole. Once there, the three
revert to their childhoods and play in the water with much
giggling and no inhibitions.  Even Pete takes part in the
occasionally intimate actions.

A little later, Pete pulls out onto a rock and carefully
places the beer net convenient to his favorite resting spot.
It is a spot incidentally near a large bush to screen his
pissing.  With the most minor of exertions, he can pour the
beer in one end and let it flow out the other. He watches
Brick and Hiroshi through half closed eyes.  He, too, finds
entertainment in their ploys for finding ways to touch each
other's naked bodies.

The touching continues, becoming more flagrant.  Several
times, Pete is sure that the other two have dived under the
surface of the pool to enjoy an underwater kiss.  When they
pull out to lie in the sun on a rock as far as possible from
Pete, they are almost curled up together.  Even at this
distance, Pete can spot their phallic growths.

    All three are startled when they hear Master San's voice
from the upper end of the pool.  They see both cameras
hanging around his neck guess accurately that he has taken
some final images for their reminders.  He calls them back
to camp where he has packed and stacked his and Hiroshi's
camping gear.

At the camp, Master San looks them over as they hunker in a
semi circle in front of him. He says to Brick and Pete, "As
your final bit of cooperation, you two will help us carry
our equipment to the SUV. By the time you return here and
finish gathering your gear, we will be well down the road.
Your clothes are locked in your SUV and as we leave, we'll
tell you where your keys are hidden.

 "Well you have provided a great deal of entertainment,
gentlemen, and we appreciate it.  You have made the weekend
even more enjoyable than we expected.  So, thank you."
Even Pete blushes at this as he and Brick put their heads
together.  Turning back to the Master San on their knees,
they nod in agreement as Brick inquires, "Hiroshi has told
us that you are an instructor in martial arts.  We wonder if
you would allow us to study with you."  Though surprised,
the teacher manages to find each of them one of his business
cards in his billfold.  "I would be honored.  Just give me a
call to talk about details."

Impulsively, Hiroshi bends over them and kisses each of the
other young men on their foreheads. It is his turn for
surprise when Brick grabs Hiroshi's head as he is being
kissed and gives the young Asian a slow, meaningful kiss on
the lips with a brief insertion of tongue.
When that episode is over, the usually non-talkative Pete
adds his question.  "Sir, we also wondered if you would let
us return with you the next time you come up here."  Pausing
briefly, Pete concludes timidly.

"Could we be your entertainment again, sir?"