Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2014 18:18:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jin by Ben Ezra Jacobson
This story is from my junior-senior year in high school in east central
Illinois. We had a foreign exchange student at our high school. He
changed the dynamics of that year.
JIN
By
Ben Ezra Jacobson
All during my senior year in High School my best friend Brian Biffle
who we all called Biff, was constantly at my side. Biff became a proxy
member of my family and I became the same in his home. Our respective
parents always included the other in everything we did. That all changed
when our foreign exchange student arrived after the second week of school
had started.
His name was Lu Wang Jin and he was from China. Jin was five feet two
inches tall and had black hair and very dark eyes. He might have weighed
115 pounds soaking wet and his build was small but well proportioned.
Where we were used to wearing button down collar shirts and tan colored
poplin slacks...Jin came to school in black slacks, white shirts and a tie.
I would describe him as very nice looking with a shy smile and impeccably
good manners. He did not speak very much but his English was very good.
On the first day, the English instructor asked him how he liked America.
He responded that he liked America very much...but all Americans looked a
like to him. The class broke into an uproar of laughter. The instructor
finally calmed the class enough to continue...but the laughter was
perceived by Jin as a rebuke. He became very quiet for the rest of the
class period. He did not raise his eyes above the desk until the bell
rang.
I was not close enough to him to speak but my buddy Biff was. He
reached over and patted Jin on the shoulder and told him that the students
were not laughing at him. They just found his remark a bit amusing. There
was no malice in their laughter. Jin was unsure of this. He smiled and
nodded his head in a slight bow...but did not say more than a few words.
By the end of the day, he was heavy laden with books which he had carried
with him from class to class. He had been assigned to share a locker with
another student...but that individual did not like the idea of having a
locker partner who was foreign. When Jin went to the locker to put the
books inside...his locker partner made it very clear he was not welcome.
The logical thought for Jin was to take the books back to his hosting
residence for the evening.
At the stairs, his assigned locker partner, pushed the books out of
his arms which caused him to trip and fall. Books and student went down
the stair case tumbling. Biff was coming up the stairs as Jin fell forward
and reached out and caught him, keeping him from hitting his face on the
steps. Calling the pushing student by name, Biff shouted at the top of his
voice, "Why the hell did you do that you jerk. You could have caused him
to get killed."
The offending student gave Biff the middle finger and said back to
him, "Fuck You Biffle. You and that Chink can kiss my ass!"
Biff raced up the step after getting Jin settled and threw the pusher
against the
locker. When he swung at Biff...Biff nailed him in the gut with his left
and hit him in the face with his right. Blood gushed from the pusher's
nose. Of course some one summoned a teacher who summoned the principal.
By the time the principal got to the scene, Biff was helping Jin get his
books gathered again and to get him standing. The pusher whined a story
about being attached by Biff...but the crowd around the fight scene
verified Biffs reply that he was defending Jin from being attacked. The
pusher was suspended for a week. Biff helped Jin to the nurses office
where the principal soon followed.
"You know Biffle," Mr. Dillon, the principal, said, "Technically I
could suspend you for fighting in school, as well... but considering you
came to the defense of our foreign exchange student...I am not going to do
so."
"Yes, Sir," Biff responded. In his mind, he was saying something more
on the order, if you suspend me for standing up for justice...you can kiss
my ass. But he did not.
Jin had several scrapes and bruises and his slacks had torn where they
caught the castings in the railing as he fell forward. Biff took off his
sweat shirt and placed it around Jin's waist and tied the sleeves on the
opposite side of the tear. With himself carrying most of Jin's
books...they went down the hall to Biff' s locker and placed them inside.
Biff did not have a locker partner. He told Jin that he could be his
locker partner...and so it was for the rest of the school year.
As they left the building, Biff walked Jin to his host's family house.
The hosts were a local clergyman and his wife. The good reverend was known
throughout the community for his work with people struggling with life's
problems. Biff found them to be open to his coming to their house anytime
he wished to do so.
So for a few months, I saw less of Biff as he used his time to help
Jin get settled in our community. Some people would have felt neglected at
this type of event and maybe resentful...but I had known Biff for a long
time...and he and his family were always going the extra mile to assist
someone. Because of this characteristic, I bore my time without him,
patiently. He and Jin had five of their seven classes together. I saw
them for only two out of the seven. He was good to keep me posted and even
asked my advice on things that he wanted to do to help. Biff would call
every evening about 8:00 PM and we would go over the day's events. Week
ends afforded a little more time to get together for lunch and occasionally
a bike ride into the countryside.
October rolled around and Home Coming arrived. We were all excited
for the football game and the dance that would come after it. Biff had
persuaded Jin to attend both the game and the dance. As it was, our school
won the foot ball game by two points. It was very close and almost painful
to see the competition almost over power us...but the players persevered
and we narrowly won the game. Most of our class mates who attended the
game did so with a date. Jin and Biff had not asked anyone to the dance.
Biff wanted to ask a girl from his math class but he did not because he was
concerned that Jin would not go, if he did not have Biff to guide him
through the protocol.
Most of the girls were considerably taller than Jin and were too shy
to ask him to dance. He was equally shy and could not be persuaded to ask
one of them. Biff finally asked a girl from church, with whom he had been
long time friends, if she would ask Jin to dance. A five dollar bill
sealed the deal...and when she asked him to dance...he accepted. He danced
really well and the class was clapping along with the beat of the music.
The next song, another girl asked him to dance...and he did. So it went
for the remainder of the evening. He danced with many of the girls and
laughed and had a great time. Biff wondered if the guys who brought them
would mind...but they did not. At mid-night...the dance officially ended.
The members of the high school all stood, where they sang the school song
together...and then departed for home.
Biff had asked the Reverend if Jin could spend the week end at his
house and received permission to take him home with him. They got into
Biff' s car, a 1957 Chevy that he had bought from his grandfather...and
drove to his house...carefully putting the car into the garage when they
arrived. Mr. & Mrs. Biffle were still up and watching a movie when the two
arrived. After a Pepsi and a sandwich...they went up the stairs to Biff' s
room.
Biff open the window for some night air...and while Jin unpacked his
travel bag...he pitched his clothing into the clothes basket inside the
closet and went to the bathroom adjoining his bedroom for a quick shower.
Coming out of the bathroom naked and just the towel in front of him while
he dried off...he said to Jin,
"If you want a quick shower after all that dancing...there is a towel
and wash cloth laying on the sink for you." Jin nodded, stripped off his
clothing and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
As the hot water cascaded over his tired body, he thought how nice it
was to be in a home where there were other youth. The good minister and
his wife had no children his age...and his living with them was like being
an only child again. In China, he had been an only child and he longed for
brothers and sisters...but particularly, he longed for a brother. One with
whom he could share his deepest secrets and thoughts. He toweled his hair
dry and then ran it over his body. Wrapping the damp towel around his
waist, he returned to the bed room. Biff was sitting at his desk, naked,
and writing in his journal. He looked at Jin and smiled. Jin smiled back
and removed the towel from around his waist.
"You write in Journal every night," he softly asked?
"Well, not every night...but I try to write when there is something
memorable to record. Tonight's foot ball win is journal worthy and so was
the dance," he responded.
Jin walked over to the desk and noticed that he was just finishing his
thoughts...and then noticed the writing on the page:
JIN IS STAYING ALL NIGHT WITH ME. I LIKE HIM VERY MUCH AND LOOK
FORWARD TO LYING IN BED WITH HIM NEXT TO ME AND HIS TELLING ME MORE ABOUT
HIS LIFE...HIS LIKES AND DISLIKES, AND WHAT IS IN HIS HEART. I WOULD LIKE
TO TELL HIM WHAT IS IN MY MIND AND HEART.
Biff snapped the book shut quickly...unsure how much Jin had
read...and wishing that he could tell him what he really felt.
He turned out the light. The room was lit with moonlight. He walked
over to the bed, turned back the cover on his side and crawled in, covering
himself from the waist down with the sheet. Jin went to the other side and
did the same. He lay there very quiet. Biff lay still waiting for Jin to
speak. He did not. Finally turning on his side to face his guest, he
looked at his handsome face. Jin smiled and turned to face him. Still
neither spoke. Finally, Biff reached out and put his hand on top of Jin's
hand. Jin looked down at their hands and looked back at Biff and smiled.
He pulled his hand from under Biff's hand and touched Biff's shoulder.
Biff scooted closer. Their feet touched and Biff was not sure...but he
thought his penis was touching Jin's. Biff raised his hand from where Jin
had pulled his hand away and stretched it over the pillow above Jin's head.
Jin looked up at Biff's hand there...and scooted as close to him as he
could get and laid his head on Biff's shoulder. Biff then bent his arm and
placed it over Jin's shoulder and pulled him close to him...holding him in
his arms. Their heads touched. Neither was in a hurry to pull away. He
could smell the soap on Jin's skin and the warmth of his body. His arms
flexed ever so slight and he pulled him closer to him again. Their chests
touched, their feet and knees touched...and both, with hard
erections...noticed that their penises were touching.
Neither wanted to pull away. Jin raised his face to Biff's and Biff
moved slowly forward and kissed him on the lips. At first, Jin did not
know how to act, but then, slowly and carefully, he returned the gesture
placing his lips on Biff's. They stared into each others eyes. Both were
smiling as they kissed each other again.
"Nice," Jin said as he leaned forward again for Biff to kiss him.
With some reservation, he opened his mouth and let Biff push his tongue
into his mouth. Biff then opened his mouth, not knowing if Jin would
reciprocate or not...but to his pleasant surprise, he did.
"Jin," Biff whispered softly to him, "You are fantastic. I am so glad
you are here with me, tonight."
"You do this often," he asked?
"No, not at all, but I knew when I met you the first day you came to
school that you were someone I wanted to know," he replied.
"I felt same, Biff," he responded. He became quiet and stared into
Biff's face.
"What are you thinking Jin," he asked?
"Please, if it is not too presumptuous of me...what is your real
name," he asked?
"Brian," Biff responded.
"Please," said Jin again... "May I call you Brian. Biff is too casual
for one who is as special a friend as you are."
Trying to be as polite and honorable as Jin would have been used to
in his own country, Biff responded, "Of course...you may call me anything
you wish as long as you smile when you say it." He meant it as a
joke...but Jin did not get the punch line.
"Excuse me," Jin said. His facial expression clearly showed that the
joke was over his head.
Biff leaned forward and kissed him on the lips again and answered him
back, "Jin...it is an old American movie expression. It means YES, you may
call me Brian or anything else that is polite and honorable."
To this, Jin laughed and replied..." ahh, I get it now...American
humor."
"Yes," Biff responded, pulling his guest close to him again and
hugging him until he squealed.
Biff gently eased Jin back from him and turned him to lay flat on his
back. Jin's erection was bulging the sheet upward. Placing his hand on
Jin's chest, he slowly and methodically caressed his upper torso taking a
few tweaks on his nipples which made him push forward towards the squeeze.
Jin moaned in a soft deliberate way.
"Feels good Brian," he whispered.
Biff moved his hand down the hair line that divided his guest's chest
into two identical parts. Although the light from the moon was very
soft...Biff could tell that Jin's chest hair was as black as the hair on
his head. His hand moved lower. Jin's pubic hair was soft as corn tassels
and straight. Black straight groin hair. How exotic. When he moved
lower...he ran his fingers over Jin's hard cock. It felt like it was
circumcised and although not terribly thick...it was at least seven inches
long...which made it a whopper considering his short height. He took it
into his hand and wrapped his fingers around it and squeezed it softly.
Jin moaned with delight and spread his legs wide so Biff could have access
to his balls and shaft.
"I have to get a better look at this, Jin," he said as he threw back
the sheet and turned in the bed so his face was level with Jin's groin. He
rolled his balls around in his hand and played with his groin hair. He
squeezed Jin's cock again and a small bead of pre-cum oozed out from the
slit in his dick. Biff stuck out his tongue and whisked it away. It was
sweet and salty. He ran his tongue over the bottom side of Jin's shaft
making it harden even more and quiver. After a couple of passes over the
under seam of his scrotum, he opened his mouth and engulf his proboscis as
deep as he could go. He pulled back and then slid down the shaft again.
Jin began to pulsate. To his surprise, Jin pulled him over on top of
him...a perfect sixty nine and everything that Biff did to Jin, he
reciprocated in kind.
After a few minutes, they rolled together to the left and now Biff was
underneath and Jin was over him. Biff could look up at a perfect ass. He
ran his hands over Jin's buttocks and slow stroked his balls. With each
pass...Jin would flinch and another drop of precum would flow out and Biff
would suck it away.
Biff pulled Jin backward towards him and spreading his buttocks with
his hands...exposed a small tight pucker. He pulled down on Jin's ass and
touched his tongue to his pucker. Jin sighed a heavy sigh and said
something in Chinese that either meant `don't stop' or perhaps, `I need you
inside me.' What ever the meaning...Biff seemed to understand. Reaching
over to the bedside table and pulling open the drawer...he produced a small
container of petroleum Jelly. Twisting it open clumsily...he produced an
ample amount on the end of his finger and placed it on Jin's pucker and
massaged the opening and around the corona.
Jin moaned with delight. He wiggled all around as Biff massaged the
sensitive area. With Biff' s finger right on the center of the
pucker...Jin pushed back against him with a sudden jerk...and Biff' s
finger went deep inside. Jin moaned again.
"Push deep...push deep," he begged.
Biff pushed his finger deep inside and when he found that little
walnut that is a young man's prostate gland...he began to milk it. Jin's
prostatic fluid began to flow. As he sucked his cock and massaged his
prostate...Jin had a full and intense orgasm and ejaculation. He wiggled
all over Biff as he gyrated and hunched and moaned. Biff thought he was
going to be drown in semen. He was never fond of taking a mouth full
without being able to spit. After the electrical impulses that made up his
orgasm subsided...he rolled over on his side and Biff jumped up and ran to
the bathroom where he spit a mouth load of cum into the toilet bowl. When
he returned to the bed, Jin was concerned that he may have broken social
and sexual etiquette with his new partner. Biff had to reassure him that
the only problem was his own inability to swallow semen. Jin understood
after he explained and seemed fine with that. He got up
on his hands and knees and turned away from Biff.
Biff knew what to do. Lubing himself with petroleum jelly and
applying another amount to Jin's pucker...he slowly pushed in. It hurt and
Jin had to stop him several times...but patience and kindness prevailed and
twenty minutes down the road, he was as deep inside Jin as one could get.
He started the in and out motion very slowly and as Jin adjusted to the
motion...he encouraged Biff to speed it up. Once at maximum speed...Biff
climaxed quickly giving Jin a big load of his own. When the good feelings
turned to being too sensitive...he pulled out. Jin went to the bathroom to
drain while Biff cleaned himself off with tissue.
The clock on the bedside table said 3:30 AM.
"Do we dare shower and have the sound of water running," Jen asked?
"Sure," Biff responded. "The pipes for this bathroom are on the west
end of the house and my parent's bedroom is on the east end down stairs.
They will not hear us."
Together they showered and it took several applications of hot water
and soap to cut the Vaseline residue. AT 4:00 AM...they climbed back into
Biff' s bed and snuggled together...still naked.
Biff leaned over and kissed Jin on the lips again and told him that
really liked him and would like for them to be best friends. Jin agreed.
He kissed him back and snuggled down with him pulling the sheet up to their
chins. As their bodies began to relax and as they became more comfortable
in each others arms...Biff whispered in Jin's ear,
" I love you Jin."
As he breathed out, he heard Jin answer back,
"I love you too, Brian."
The morning air coming through the window Biff had opened last night
was cool and crisp. He jumped up from the warm bed and shut it before
getting back into bed and scooting close to Jin. Jin stirred and looking
over his shoulder, smiled at Biff...then rolled over to face him.
"Hi, Brian," he said softly. He reached over and put his hand on
Biff' s shoulder. Leaning towards him...he kissed his lips. Brian reached
up and around him and pulled him close to him.
"Hi Yourself, handsome," Biff responded and kissed him back.
Jin rolled Biff over on his stomach...and ran his hands up and down
his spine in a gentle massage. When he reached his buttocks, he gave them
both a tweak and resumed his gentle massage. Biff moaned in delight and
spread his legs. Jin reached between his legs and massaged his pucker and
then slowly moved down to his scrotum, rolling Biffs testicles in his
fingers. Biff arched his back and Jin slid his fingers under his scrotum
and found his penis...engorged with blood and hard as a rock. He crawled
over top of Biffs body and lowered himself down on top...with is his own
erect penis between Biffs spreading cheeks. Jin felt warm on top of
him...and because he was so light...it was like having a heavy quilt or
comforter laid on top of himself. He felt good.
Jin began to roll against Biff' s body and pulling his own penis from
between Biff' s legs...laid it in the crack of his ass and slid upwards and
back on it. Biff continued to moan with delight.
"Take some petroleum jelly and lube your cock...then lay it in my
crack and slide on it," Biff had suggested. Jin climbed over him and
grabbed the Vaseline and applied a thin coat to his projectile and a
healthy amount to Biff' s crack and pucker. Lying back down on his
companion...he slide up and down in his crack before pulling down as far as
he could go, tipping his penis in line with Biff' s pucker and pushing in.
Jin expected Biff to flinch and to ask him to pull out...but he did not.
His penis went in as slick as a whistle and Biff had no discomforts from
it. Jin had length but not much circumference and so it slid into place
with ease. Jin pushed deep. Biff moaned with delight. As he increased
the speed of his "in's and out's", Biff' s prostate was getting a good
pounding. Jin was a quick cummer...and in less than a dozen thrusts...he
ejaculated into Biff' s canal. When he pulled out
and rolled over on his back...Biff jumped up and ran to the bathroom to
drain and to wipe off the lubricant. He was in there for several minutes.
When he returned...he brought a large bath towel and a wet wash cloth with
him and proceeded to clean up Jin' s organ. Jin lay quietly and watched
him tend to his needs. Then when done...he had Biff put the towel under
himself...and laying on his back...Jin sat between his legs and lubed Biff'
s rod with the same lubricant and slow stroked him. Biff got hard as a
rock. Every time he felt like he was going to orgasm and cut...Jin would
back off.
Jin grinned widely and said to him, "Edging is an old Chinese skill.
It has been around for thousands of years."
He continued to bring Biff to the edge and then back off...until Biff
was begging him to finish him off and let him cum. Jin proceeded with the
tantalizing until Biff could hardly stand it further. He then lubed his
longest finger on the opposite hand, inserted it into Biff' s anus, made
little circular motions with the tip of his finger on Biff' s prostate
gland...stroking his cock with more pressure...Biff had his long
anticipated orgasm and shot semen all over both of them. The sensation
went on and on as he wiggled all over that side of the bed with Jin's
finger still massaging his prostate. Finally he grabbed Jin's
hands...pulling the one from his colon and the other off of his penis
because both had become so sensitive that it became almost painful.
There was semen all over the sheets and some lube marks here and
there. After they showered together...they came back into the room and
stripped the bed of it's sheets.
"What will you do with sheets," Jin asked?
"For now, I will put them in my laundry basket in the closet and put
the clean ones on the bed.," he replied.
"Your mother will not see them," Jin asked?
"No," Biff replied. "I have done my own laundry since I was in the
sixth grade. My mother told me years ago...that I was old enough to assume
that responsibility. She has not done my laundry since."
"You are very lucky," Jin responded. "In my country...boys do not do
laundry until they leave home."
When they went downstairs, Biff' s parents were gone. There was a
note on the table saying they were meeting Professor and Mrs. Jacobson for
breakfast at the local cafe.
While breakfast was cooking on the stove...Biff turned on the washer
in the laundry room, added soap while it filled, ran upstairs to get his
laundry basket and dashed back down stairs to add it to the machine...as
the stove timer went off indicating that breakfast was ready. Jin watched
much amused. His friend was well trained in multi-tasking.
"In my country, laziness is considered a terrible label to wear. You
have been trained well. My parents would approve of you," he offered.
"I am glad," he answered back, "cause I sure approve of their son."
He walked up and hugged Jin. Since there was no one around to see
this display of affection, Jin responded in kind.
"I approve of your parent's son as well," he said. "He is kind,
thoughtful, honest...and he has great body." He burst into laughter and
turned red.
Biff kissed him again. "Come on...let's eat breakfast."
After putting his laundry into the clothes dryer...he and Jin got the
bicycles out of the garage and headed towards the old bicycle trail outside
of town that had once been a railway line. They pedaled to the old Turner
Trestle. It was here that Biff and Ben Ezra Jacobson had first become
intimate with each other. Pointing to the large flat rock under the
trestle...he said to Jin, "That rock is where my friend Ben and I first
found that we had much in common."
"How do you mean," Jin asked?
I was there with some friends...skinny dipping in the water. Ben and
some of his friends were returning from a bicycle camp out at the old
Baptist Camp ground ten miles down the trail. They stopped to rest and saw
us. We got to talking and found that we both liked to be naked outdoors
and we liked guy to guy sex. That was several years ago. We had known
each other long before that...but you just do not tell all your secrets to
another person just because you know each other. I took a risk and told
him that I liked him. He said the same and it just improved from there.
"Can we hike down to the rock," Jin asked?
"Sure. We can leave the bikes here and it just takes a few seconds to
get down there," Biff responded.
Sitting on the rock together in the autumn sun, the spot seemed very
secluded. The woods around the area was ablaze with autumn color. Biff
sat with his legs spread and Jin sat between them and leaning back against
him. Biff had his arms around Jin's chest and they just sat
there...enjoying the warmth, the color and one another. Jin told him about
China and his family. He told him of his desire to stay in America and go
to college. Biff told him of his plans to go to the local university and
how he hoped when he graduated...he would meet someone he really loved and
settle down with them and live happily ever after. Jin leaned his head
back on Biff' s shoulder and said he thought that would be wonderful.
The air began to cool down a bit. Looking at his wrist watch...he
noticed it was nearly 4:00 PM in the evening. They had spent hours sitting
on the flat rock talking. Standing, he extended his hand to Jin and pulled
him up. He kissed him and said that they had better start back. The sun
had been in their faces pedaling out...now it was in their faces again
pedaling back. By the time they returned to Biff's house...they both were
a little sun burnt and a lot wind burnt. Be that as it may...it had been a
great day.
Mr. & Mrs. Biffle were sitting at the table when the boys arrived and
suggested that they take them out for supper...and maybe a movie. The boys
agreed readily. They went to an old American traditional
restaurant...KENTUCKY FRIED CHICKEN where a life size cardboard poster of
Col Harlan Sanders greeted them at the door. Afterwards, they went to see
the latest movie craze...Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton in the
mega-epic...CLEOPATRA. Since it was autumn...they brought their wind
breaker jackets. Jin had not brought his with him from school so he wore
one of Biff' s. In the theater...they did not need the jackets...so they
sat with them over their laps...hiding their hands. They held each other's
hand all through the movie. It was nearly midnight when they returned to
the Biffle house...and after a little bit of discussion...went upstairs.
It was time to call it a night. As tired as they both were...they agreed
that it had been a great day. Mr. & Mrs. Biffle called after them to have
a good night's sleep and they would see them in the morning.
Upstairs, Biff hurriedly made up the bed while Jin grabbed a quick
shower. When Jin came out of the bathroom, Biff stepped into the shower
and soon returned to bedroom. Jin was already in bed. Biff turned out the
lights and scooted in next to him.
Jin turned to him and asked, "May I give you a good night kiss?"
"Of course," Biff replied, "I want you to."
Jin threw back the sheet, climbed between Biff's legs and gave him a
nice kiss on the head of his dick. They both laughed. Then Jin placed his
lips over Biff's cock and sucked him off. Biff was trembling with orgasmic
excitement...which turned to super sensitivity after he ejaculated. Jin
got up and went to the bathroom to spit and flush. When he returned...Biff
had him lie on his back and he returned the favor, inch for inch. Jin was
highly supercharged after sucking off Biff...and it only took a few strokes
for him to shoot his load. He arched his back and panted while his orgasm
was peaking. He too, became too sensitive to leave his dick in Biff's
mouth. He pulled off and wiped himself with a small hand towel that Biff
had put under both of their pillows. While Jin tended to his own
drippings...Biff ran to the bathroom and spit the semen load into the
toilet. For such a little guy...his new best friend
produced uncommonly large ejaculations. He urinated into the bowl and
then flushed. After a quick rinse with Listerine...he returned to bed and
snuggled down with Jin. They both went to sleep in each others arms.
On Sunday morning...both boys supercharged from a good nights
sleep...lay in each others arms for a few minutes before Jin turned in the
bed to sixty nine Biff. This stimulated them to the point that they wanted
more. Both preformed anal on each other. Both shot a big load into each
other. Both had to drain and shower before dressing for breakfast and then
leaving for church. The afternoon passed too fast. The Biffles' drove Jin
back to the host family's house. The good Reverend and his wife invited
them in to visit. In the conversation...it was mentioned that the minister
and his wife had been advised that they and several families in their
congregation had been selected to participate in a mission call to Central
America. This would necessitate finding an alternate family to host
Jin...if they accepted the offer. Biff was surprised when his parents
asked the minister and his wife if they could take over as hosts to the
boy. The good reverend said that he would see what he could do. Biff went
home that night praying that they could pull it off. Ten days later...Jin
moved into
the Biffle household as the newest member of the family.
Mr. & Mrs. Biffle asked Jin if he would like to have the guest room as
his own bedroom. He asked if he might continue to share Brian's bedroom
with him.
"You see, I have been alone all my life. I have had no brothers or
sisters...only my parents who cared for and loved me. I always longed for
siblings. As a guest in your house, and now a family member because of
your kind generosity...I now have a brother. I would like to share with
him."
My parents turned to me. "Brian, how do you feel about that?"
"Dad, Mom, I agree with Jin. I would like to share my room and home
with him. Someday, he will likely return to his home in China. I want him
to feel that he was a welcome and valued member of our family. I am an
only child too, you remember," I said with a silly grin on my face.
"Yes," said dad... "We have been reminded of that recently." We all
laughed.
And so it was, Jin moved into my room on a permanent basis. He become
my brother. We slept huddled together, naked, every night that he was
here. There is more to our story. Perhaps I'll share that...down the
road. :-)
Brian Biffle