Date: Sun, 28 Sep 2003 06:56:52 EDT From: DAG1064@aol.com Subject: "Loving Kim 01" Incest, oral, anal, and kink Loving Kim 01 By David DAG1064@aol.com T/b, oral, anal, incest Author's Notes: This story is fiction. All characters and situations depicted are not real. Loving Kim 01 I heard a soft scratching at my bedroom door and smiled. I knew Kim was home from school. I turned to the door as he opened it and I smiled down at him. "Hi Kim, home from school already?" I asked, teasing. Kim smiled up at me. "Yes big brother. I am home." Hearing that made me feel good inside. I stepped forward and hugged his very slim four-foot even frame to me as he wrapped his arms around me. Don't let his small size fool you. Kim is a lot stronger than he looks, and that's because he works out daily on the weight set in the basement that Dad set up for me when I was ten. I'm fourteen now and have grown up a lot since then, and even more when Kim came to live at our house. I was an only child up to that point six months ago. Mom and Dad's adopting Kim changed all that. At first I was angry with that and gave Mom and Dad a hard time about it until I read the folder that was left on the dining room table that had information about Kim. After reading the file on Kim, I felt really small. According to the file, Kim was Korean and had lived with his parents in Seoul until they were killed in an accident. The Korean government was allowing Americans to adopt Korean children and had informed Mom and Dad of Kim's situation through an agency after Mom and Dad had applied to adopt a Korean kid. Mom and Dad quickly signed the forms I had found in the folder and sent them to the Korean embassy. They called one Monday evening and told Mom and Dad they needed to fly to Korea and do the final steps needed and then Kim would be theirs. They flew out the next morning and returned a week later with Kim. I remember coming home from high school one afternoon and there he was. A short Asian kid, ten years old, short black hair and wore wire rimmed glasses over emerald green eyes. He smiled at me when he saw me, bowed, and said something in Korean. I apologized for not knowing what he said and he smiled and repeated it in English. "Welcome home big brother," was what he had said. He had won me over with those simple words. I later learned his parents were university teachers who taught him a lot of things, including English. As a result he was smarter than most of the kids at the school Mom and Dad got him into. At first the kids in the elementary school either ignored him or taunted him. Kim didn't react to any of it, just paid attention to what he was supposed to be doing. However, the school bully, a big kid named Harlan learned the hard way that Kim didn't like being bullied. I know, I was there when Kim took him on. Harlan didn't stand a chance. He quickly found out Kim was very capable of defending himself and was a lot stronger than he looked. Harlan threw the first two punches in full view of the playground, two teachers, me, and the school principal, Dr. Ames. Kim took both punches and then reacted when Harlan threw the third one. Kim sidestepped it, grabbed Harlan, and flipped him on his big fat ass. Harlan got all jumped up and Kim flipped him on his ass twice more and then when Harlan charged at him, side stepped him once more and dropped him with a spinning kick. Harlan went down for good. After that he got a lot of respect. We also found out he was very protective of us. Some guy tried to steal Mom's purse in the mall one afternoon. Kim grabbed the purse and delivered a pair of front snap kicks that broke the guy's arm and knocked him out cold. Kim had accepted us into his life. He confessed to us later he was afraid of coming here to us and meeting me. We got some counseling for him and us and it helped. Mom and Dad also made sure he never lost touch with his heritage by playing the Korean channel on TV a lot and taking him to Korean events around town. That was what convinced him we cared about him. Kim settled down and relaxed a great deal. Things between him and I changed a great deal the day he caught me masturbating on my bed one day after school. I had left my door open out of habit and was really getting into it, pumping my lubed up cock in my hand and as I started to cum, I heard a loud gasp from the door. I opened my eyes to see a shocked Kim standing there and my cum flying everywhere. Once I stopped ejaculating, I sat up and Kim thought I was coming after him so he ran into his room and slammed the door. I went into the small bathroom that was between my room and Kim's room and cleaned up. Then I knocked on his door. When I didn't get an answer, I got very concerned. I opened the door and didn't see him anywhere in the room. "Kim?" I called out. I heard a noise from the closet so I went and opened the door. I found him huddled on the floor, scared out of his mind. It took at least ten minutes to convince him I wasn't angry with him. I took him by the hand and led him down to the kitchen. I sat him down at the kitchen table and fixed both of us some hot chocolate (it had been a freezing cold day outside) and sat down and talked to him. I started by explaining what I was doing. "Is that normal?" he asked. "Masturbating? Sure. Everybody does it," I said. "I hear words like jacking off, wanking, and other words," Kim said. I smiled. "Those are slang words to describe masturbation." "Oh," he said. "Is there a special way to do it?" "No special way, really. There's a few different ways of doing it," I said. "The most basic method is to wrap your hand around it and move your hand up and down on it until you get the feeling called an orgasm." "What does that feel like?" Kim asked. I thought for a minute. "Hard to describe it, Kim. You'll know it when you feel it." "What was the white stuff?" he asked. "Sperm, come, cum, juice, and other names. It comes out of your balls beneath your penis," I said. Kim immediately jumped out of his chair and dropped his jeans on the floor and pointed to his balls. "You mean the sperm comes out of these?" I blinked at the size of his cock. Kim was extremely well hung for a ten year old. He had to be at least eight inches long and two inches wide. "Yes Kim," I said, making an instant decision. "Kim, has anyone given you the talk about your body yet?" He shook his head. "No. I was embarrassed to ask." "I'll be right back," I said, getting out of the chair. I went right into Dad's study and pulled a few books from the shelves and coming back with them. We spent most of the afternoon talking all about sex, cock sizes (reassured him that he wasn't a freak because he had a big cock.), and various things. It never occurred to me that Kim could be sexual at age ten and I decided to go back and read a few more of the books in Dad's study. I had come to terms with my being gay long ago and was comfortable with it. As I sat there and talked to Kim, I realized I was becoming attracted to him. That scared me a little. I didn't know what to think about it so I decided not to worry about it right then. I'd deal with it later. Kim pulled his pants back up and took the books back to his room, ending the situation. I felt lots better having talked to him. I decided Mom and Dad were better off not knowing about this and Kim agreed. From then on I made sure my bedroom door was closed whenever I jacked off. Kim took to scratching on the door when he got home from school, a habit he got into doing. One afternoon things changed. Kim scratched at my door just as I was about to get comfortable on my bed. I sighed and went to the door. Kim looked very nervous standing there. "Come in Kim," I invited him. Kim walked in and sat on my bed. Poor kid's face was turning red from embarrassment. "Did you want to ask me something?" I asked him. "Yes," he said, "I wanted to know... if you had... done it yet." I knew what he was referring to. "Jack off?" I asked. Kim nodded his head. "Not yet," I replied truthfully. I had investigated my thoughts on ten year olds being sexually active and discovered a lot. Sexual pleasure just wasn't limited to adults and older kids. Even little babies got pleasure out of touching themselves, so that convinced me that his interest in sex was normal and wasn't wrong. He was at the age where he was beginning to notice things. "Can I... do it with you?" he asked softly, really turning red from embarrassment. I smiled and closed the door. "Sure we can." I said. I gave Kim his first sex lesson that afternoon and enjoyed it. We both did. I started things by stepping out of my jeans and draping them over the chair at my desk. Kim copied my movements. Both of us wore the tighty whites, BVD's to be exact. I pulled my shirt off and Kim did the same, following my actions. I pulled my briefs off the last, and my cock swung free. I smiled as Kim's eight inches made its appearance and Kim blushed one more. "Noting wrong with that, little brother. Just another part of you that's unique," I said. "Now hop up on the bed and make yourself comfortable." Kim did that and I got on the bed next to him. I was seeing Kim in a whole new light and I loved him even more right then. For the next hour I taught him how to play with it, getting it excited, making it feel good, playing with the extra skin on his cock (he had his foreskin intact and I didn't. I explained to him why and he thought it was dumb that the doctors took it off for no reason at all. The more I read about it and studied the debates, the more I was convinced Kim was right. Smart little kid), and then actually jacking off using a dab of lubricant that I had so he wouldn't rub himself raw. I had my usual orgasm and Kim had his, a dry one. He was a bit disappointed that he didn't shoot sperm like I could. I consoled him and told him it would happen when the time was right. He certainly surprised me when he kissed me. I smiled and returned the kiss in a very loving way. He got dressed and literally floated out of the bedroom. That became our after school ritual from then on. I know I enjoyed jacking off with him. We kept doing that for the rest of the month of November. It was late November that Kim wanted to try something else. "Can... I touch... your cock?" he asked nervously. I smiled. "Kim, little brother, you don't have to be afraid to ask me anything. How are you going to know anything if you are afraid to ask?" Kim grinned up at me, relief evident in his eyes. "Thank you, big brother." He reached over and took my hard cock in his hand and started stroking it. I closed my eyes and settled back to enjoy the new pleasure. I directed him in my pleasure and then the feelings got so intense I shot off a little more than I usually did. I sighed as I came back down from that high (getting off has to be the best high anyone can enjoy) and relaxed. Kim retrieved my cum towel and wiped me off. "Did I do it okay?" he asked. I turned to him and gave him a kiss on the mouth. "That was the very best!" His face totally lit up with joy. I knew I had just made his day. "Now it's your turn to relax and enjoy," I said. I started by touching and caressing him. I brushed my fingertips over his skin, making him shiver in pleasure. I watched his eight inches come up hard, the head of his cock barely peeking out of the foreskin. Seeing that turned me on big time. I kept on touching him, stimulating his body sexually until he was twisting and turning, moaning from all the good feelings I was giving him. I gently pulled on his foreskin and dropped a dab of lubricant in there and let go of the foreskin, letting it go back in place. Then I took his cock in hand and started masturbating him. His reactions will be forever burned into my mind. He bucked, thrashed, and jumped all over the bed as I jacked him off. Then he did something I'd never expected. Kim came for the first time. Suddenly he went stiff and wailed out loud. "Mike!" he cried as his cock jerked in my hand and shot a stream of cum up into the air and landed on his face, chest, and tummy. Kim kept crying as he shot twice more, adding to what was already there. I quickly scooped some of his new cum onto my finger and tasted it. It was sweet and smooth. Kim finally stopped ejaculating and settled down. Next thing I knew he had his arms around me and was pressing his sweaty cummy body against mine, crying into my shoulder. I held him for a long time, rubbing his back. I remember when I had my first cum. I had been an emotional wreck then too. Eventually he stopped crying and I discovered he had passed out. Okay, no problem. I carried him to the bathroom and placed him on the floor, and then carried him into the tub with me once I had the tub filled. I put him in my bed once he was cleaned up. I sat and watched him sleep, thoughts running around in my head. Thoughts about what I had done. I had hoped that he would be okay with what happened. Kim woke up two hours later and we had a long talk. He was more than okay with it, he was absolutely delighted with what happened. "I can't wait to do it again tomorrow!" he said, his black eyes aglow with delight. Oh God, I've created a sex monster! I laughed out loud and hugged him tight. "I love you Kim," I said very sincerely. He beamed at me with tears in his eyes. "When they first told me I would be coming here and I saw your picture, I had hoped you would say that to me. I had hoped you would be the big brother I never had. Thank you for making my fondest wishes come true. I love you, Mike!" That was it. That was all it took to make me fall in love with Kim, my little brother. He looked at me with tears in his eyes and I knew he had been changed inside, that he had the same revelation I had. Now we were destined to be brothers and lovers. We put our heads together and kissed each other tenderly. Kim sighed and snuggled up close to me. I rocked him on my lap for a bit longer and then we got out of bed to dress. Mom and Dad would be home soon and we didn't want them to know about us just yet. Mom and Dad came in just as we got the table set for dinner. Kim tried his hand at a traditional Korean dish and being the inquisitive creature that I am, went right along with it. I like trying new and different things. I watched Kim cook the food for the dinner making sure he didn't hurt himself. "I used to make the dinner and have it on the table when my parents came home late from the university," he told me, a far away look in his eyes. I knew deep down that Mom and Dad would never be able to replace his parents. Sure it's nice to be adopted into another family, but somehow it's not the same. It took Kim some time to fit in and all of us had gone to a child therapist for help and the guy ended up helping me with some deep questions and doubts of my own. Now Kim seemed to fit in just fine. "What smells good?" Mom asked when she walked in. "Traditional Korean dinner, Mom. All ready to be served up!" Kim said proudly. Mom blinked. "You can cook?" she asked. I had to laugh at Mom's expression. It was priceless. Dad lifted one of the pot lids and licked his lips. "Smells really good, son. I'm impressed," Dad complemented. I swore Kim grew ten feet tall right then and there. That complement had made his day. "It is tradition to learn how to cook at an early age, especially if both parents work," Kim explained. "So I will cook when it is necessary." "You don't have to do it all the time, sweetie. There will be times when I'll be home early or we will go out to dinner," Mom said. Mom sold houses and Dad was a manager for a retail drug store. We always had plenty of money for anything. "I don't mind doing it Mom," Kim said. "I want to." "That's good you want to help out the family, son. I'm proud of you for wanting to," Dad said. Kim smiled as he hugged Dad. Then we sat down and tried the food. It was really good, too. Kim smiled as we told him how good it was. "What other things can you cook?" I asked him. "Just Korean," Kim said. "I'd like to try other kinds of food." I knew what I'd be getting him for Christmas. He'd love it for sure. Later that evening I watched him go through his Martial Arts routine. What I knew of the martial arts I had seen on TV and in the movies. Kim had seen them and remarked that most of it was phony except for a few movie stars who really knew the stuff, and that was because they were into the martial arts before becoming movie and TV stars. I had expressed an interest and Kim was teaching me. He had taught Mom some things she could do to protect herself and that made Dad and I feel better when she went off showing houses to people. Kim knew two different forms and kickboxing. From what I saw him do, it was obvious he was very talented. "I started learning when I was three," Kim said when he took a break. "My Dad and an Uncle taught me and sparred with me every day. I really enjoyed the training." "Once the sparring gear Dad ordered for us arrives, then we can really get to work," I said. "I'm looking forward to it." Kim grinned. "I'll go easy on you." I grinned. "You're a cool kid, ya know?" Kim grinned and slapped my hand. I stood up and stretched out to warm up for the weightlifting we were about to do. Kim wiped the sweat off his body and then walked over to the first station and got ready. He looked good, body slim with muscle starting to show, and no baby fat left on him. He looked so hot in just a pair of the Lycra bike shorts. He grinned when he caught me staring at him. "See something you like, big brother?" Kim teased. I blushed as he laughed. I loved to hear him laugh. It had a musical quality to it. I smiled as I walked over to him and we got right to it. Dad came down the stairs into the basement where we were and sat down in a recliner and watched us workout. Kim and I had it down to a science by now, and we moved smoothly through all of the stations, spotting ach other when needed and pacing ourselves just right. "Good job guys," Dad said once we got done. "Make sure everything is put away before you head up, okay?" "Okay Dad," we said as he headed upstairs to the TV room. We got the basement cleaned up and put away before heading up to our rooms. I was struck by sudden inspiration as I walked into my room. "Kim, want to get into the shower with me?" I asked him. He smiled. "Meet you in there." I went into my room and stripped down for my shower. I heard the door on Kim's side of the bathroom open and then close. As I walked into the bathroom, he had the water running and the temperature adjusted comfortably. "You ready?" Kim asked as he turned to se me standing there. I nodded. "Let's go for it." If you have ever had a shower with someone that you are intimate with, then you know how much fun they can be. Kim and I got into the shower and closed the door behind us. Kim turned to me and wrapped his arms around me. We hugged each other for a few minutes, letting the water flow over us. Kim stepped back and we got very wet. I shut off the water and reached for the shampoo and poured a few drops into his hair. I worked it into his short spiky black hair and listened to him sigh. "Feels good?" I asked. "Yes," Kim replied. I was enjoying the sensations of running my fingers through his wet soapy hair. I rubbed his scalp for another minute and then picked up a bottle of antibacterial liquid soap and put a bit into the palm of my left hand. I started rubbing the soap around his nicely forming chest and Kim groaned in pleasure. I looked down to see his eight inches was rising to the occasion. Kim was getting off on being bathed. I chuckled to myself as I continued to wash him, spreading the soap around his fine body with both hands. I could fell the tiny nubs of his nipples rise as I stimulated them with soapy fingers. Kim leaned against me and moaned. I moved my hands down more and discovered the ridges to his developing six pack of muscles in his abdomen. I explored them for a moment and then moved on down further to his belly button. It was one of those innies. It wasn't too deep, just a bit in. I teased the outside edge of it with a soapy finger and was very surprised when Kim reacted to that. "Oh! That feels so good!" Kim cried out in pleasure. I slipped my finger inside and twisted my finger in there for a bit. I felt his body shiver to the pleasure. Then I went down, running my fingers through his short pubic hair. I enjoyed feeling the soft hair there. Kim had the right idea, keeping the pubic hair from getting too wild or too much. It actually looked very nice and neat. I decided to do it myself or have Kim trim mine for me. I moved past the pubic hair and reached for his excited cock. I took the very firm piece of flesh in my right hand as my left hand reached for his large balls. Kim groaned in pleasure as I fondled him, washing his cock and balls at the same time. I brought my left hand up and gently pulled his foreskin back from the head of his penis and washed him gently in there behind the head. "Yeah... feels good... don't stop," Kim moaned as I pleasured his cock. Suddenly he stiffened and shot a good sized load onto the tile wall and slumped against me. I let go of his cock and held him until he had recovered. He looked up at me with a smile on his face. "Thank you big brother," he whispered. I couldn't help but smile. "You're welcome little brother." I turned him around and washed his back and ass clean, taking the time to run my fingertips gently over the skin. Kim sighed in pleasure. He turned to pick up the shampoo bottle and I squatted down so he could reach easier. I closed my eyes as I felt his fingers move through my short red hair. Sure felt good and I understood why he liked feeling my fingers in his hair. He rubbed my scalp and worked the shampoo in my hair for a moment and then picked up the soap. He shot a bit of the liquid soap on his hand and then started washing my chest. I loved feeling his hands moving around on my chest exploring my well defined chest. I eventually stood up so he could do my stomach and abdomen. I felt his fingers explore the six-pack of muscles in my abdomen. Sure felt so good. I moaned softly as he traced each muscle. I felt my six inches rise up. He was looking for some attention now. My navel was right on the surface of my skin and he traced the outline of it with a finger, like I had done to him. I sighed in pleasure. I was really enjoying this. Kim finally reached for my cock, taking it in his left hand while fondling my balls with his right hand. He stroked my cock while gently rolling my balls between his fingers. I could feel my body rise as my feelings spiraled out of control. Next thing I knew I was blowing a load onto Kim's torso. "Kim," I groaned, "I'm cumming." "Oh yeah! Cum all over me, big brother! Shoot it on me!" Kim cried. I did just that. By the time I finished shooting, Kim's torso was streaked with my cum. I sighed and relaxed. "Thanks kid," I smiled. "You sure made me feel good." Kim grinned as he picked up the soap and washed my back and ass clean. I took the soap from him and washed the cum off him. Then he turned the water back on and we rinsed off. I decided that we should try out Mom and Dad's huge tub sometime if we ever got the chance. Be a blast! I woke up the next morning feeling very well rested. Maybe we should do this more often, I thought to myself as I got dressed for school. It was now the week before Christmas holiday break from school. Kim had never really experienced a Christmas before, so he certainly was curious about every thing. Dad would be bringing home a tree Friday night. Kim and I would string up the outdoor lights after school today. I couldn't believe he didn't know anything about Christmas. It was hard to remember that Kim had come from a different world than here in Colorado. He certainly was learning what life in America was all about. "Certainly different than what I was taught in school," he had remarked. I knew he was keeping a journal, a record of his discoveries and what he was learning here in America. I tried to read it once and couldn't because he wrote it in Korean. Whatever he wrote in there was very safe, since none of us understood it. That was fine. He was entitled to his secrets, thoughts, and feelings kept private. I guess it was his way of making sure he never forgot how to write in Korean. That was cool. I went down to breakfast. Kim was looking out the window at something and I looked out to see what it was. The snow lay deep in the yard and I grinned. "About time it snowed," I said. "Now we can have some real fun." Kim turned to look at me with a question in his eyes. I grinned at his reaction. "Don't worry. I'll show you what I mean later," I said. "For now we gotta get going. School waits for no man." Kim laughed out loud at that. We ate breakfast and then wrapped up good against the cold. We watched as the snow gently fell while standing at the bus stop. I watched the joy on his face. It never ceased to amaze me how Kim could find something exciting when it was something that was very normal to me. I knew for sure he had been taught respect for all life and these were the things he really enjoyed. The bus arrived and we got on. Harlan the bully looked up to see Kim getting on and he quickly sat down in the back away from everyone and kept his mouth shut. I took my normal seat and Kim took his across from me next to the window. Since I was heading home before he was, I would have all the time to go and get his Christmas gift. I hoped he would like it. Friday night rolled around. Kim and I were now officially out of school until the New Year. Kim was a hyper bundle of joy. He liked school, but he was glad for the break. Truth to tell, I was ready for it myself. I sat in my room waiting for him to come home and scratch on my door like usual. I turned in my chair when I heard the front door slam shut. I could hear him race up the stairs and into his room. A moment later there was the scratching on my bedroom door. I ginned, deciding to have some fun. "Hark!" I called out, adopting an English accent. "Who could that be, scratching on my chamber door?" I heard Kim break up in laughter on the other side of the door. "It is I, come to rescue you from your life of drudgery!" Now it was my turn to laugh. I opened the door to find Kim standing there, shivering in joyous anticipation. I held out my hand to him and he took it. I led him into the room and took him into my arms once the door was closed and locked. I leaned forward and my lips met his in a loving kiss. Kim moaned low in his throat as we kissed, and French kissed. I sat down at the edge of the bed and slowly undressed him. Kim stood there naked, a feast for my eyes. Kim stepped forward and started to undress me. Once we were naked, we hugged once more, our naked bodies pressed against each other. His lips felt wonderfully soft and warm on mine. We climbed onto the bed and Kim rolled over on top of me, pressing his hard cock against my stomach and abdomen. I ran my fingertips up and down his back as we kissed once more. I wanted to do something different today. "Do you trust me?" I asked as I rolled him onto his back. He looked up at me with love in his eyes. "Yes." That was all I needed to hear. I started his pleasure by kissing his face. Kim moaned softly and I moved down to his neck. He stiffened up and groaned out loud. I moved around his neck, finding more of his pleasure spots. Then I moved down to the top of his chest and kissed the soft skin there. I brushed my lips against his skin, making Kim cry out in heat. "Oh big brother, that feels so good!" Kim cried. I kept on going, moving down to the hard little nubs that were his nipples. I kissed, licked, and sucked on them, causing him great pleasure. Kim writhed underneath me, his feelings and emotions taking control of him now. I kept on pleasuring his nipples. I loved to lick them and feel the hard dots on my tongue. Kim must love having them licked from the way he was reacting. I moved down past them and used my tongue to explore the abdomen muscles that were forming so nicely. "Oh yes," Kim hissed in my ear. "So good!" "The best is yet to cum," I said and bent back to my task. I took hold of his hard cock and held it off to the side as I went past it down to his balls. I gently spread his legs apart and got down there. Kim moaned as I started to lick his balls. He spread his legs wider and I let go of his cock, not wanting him to cum just yet. I licked and sucked on his balls some more, giving him even more pleasure. I raised his legs and pushed them to his chest, revealing his anal gate. I pressed my face into his ass and smelled the nice little boy smells there. Then I began to lick his anus. That really set Kim off big time. "Mike! What... oh feels good!" he cried out. I licked his little boy pussy and then slowly worked my tongue inside his hole. That was driving him really crazy. I pulled my tongue out of his hole and then pressed my mouth to it and gently sucked on it. Kim writhed about on the bed as I pleasured him. I let his legs down and rose up to take his cock into my mouth. Kim looked at me with lust filled eyes. I took hold of his cock and carefully pulled the foreskin back from the head of his cock and took the tip in my mouth. I heard Kim sigh as he lay back. I swirled my tongue around the head and left it there, allowing the foreskin to roll back in place, trapping my cock inside the head. Then I swirled my tongue around the head once more. I felt Kim stiffen up and he wailed out loud. "OH YES!" he cried out. I gently pulled the foreskin back and began sucking his cock. I heard him panting as he moved around on the bed. I worked his cock down into my throat and back out. I kept on sucking until Kim couldn't take it anymore. "I'm cumming," he breathed and then shot a big load into my mouth. I swallowed his cum as quick as I could, enjoying the taste of his sweet tasting cum. Kim was crying and writhing about as he ejaculated. Once he stopped cumming, he relaxed. He had a dreamy look in his eyes and I knew he was happy. "Feeling alright?" I asked Kim. He gave me a funny smile and then drifted off to sleep. I got off the bed and got dressed in my sweats and sat at my desk, watching Kim sleep. He looked like a beautiful angel in my bed. I couldn't help but feel so much love for him deep in my heart. I really hoped he was okay with what I did to him. I'd find out later for sure. Mom and Dad came home around six and I had dinner on the table this time. Kim had woken up from his nap and was ready and raring to go. Dad left the tree in the front yard in a bucket of water while we had dinner. It would go in its usual place in the curve of the stairs. While Kim was napping, I had gone into the attic and brought down the boxes of tree decorations and set them in the living room by the fireplace. Kim was eager to get started on the tree and Mom and Dad smiled at his enthusiasm. "You were like that at his age Mike," Dad reminded me. "Couldn't wait to get started on the tree." I grinned as Kim laughed. I growled at him and he laughed even more. Once dinner was done and cleared away, Dad and I carried the love seat to the screened in part of the back porch and put it in the corner. Kim and I followed Dad outside to help him with the tree. He trimmed off a few branches at the bottom and then cut off a bit of the bottom and quickly put it into the stand and water into the base of the stand before the bottom of the tree sealed its self. Now that the tree was in place, Kim and I started unpacking the decorations while Dad checked and tested the lights. The strings of lights went on first and then the decorations. Mom finished things off by draping the icicles on just right. Then Dad picked up the star that went onto the treetop. "Kim, its tradition that the youngest member of this family gets to put the star on the top of the tree. Now you get to do it," Dad said, handing him the star. I followed Kim up the stairs to the top of the tree. He leaned over the rail and put the star in place. Mom took pictures of Kim doing it to document the event. Kim was literally bursting with pride. This would be a day he would never forget. Christmas Eve rolled around. I was beside myself, hoping that Kim would like his presents from me. I would know in the morning. We watched the Christmas specials in the TV room before calling it a day. Kim went to bed and I went to my room. I waited for the house to settle down but dozed off before Mom and Dad went to bed. I woke up around three and then got busy. I sneaked into Kim's room and left something in the stocking he had hung on the post of his bed. Then I went downstairs with my packages to everyone and was amazed at what I found under the tree. Kim would absolutely freak in the morning when he got up. I went back to bed and went back to sleep. I had set my alarm but Kim woke me before it had a chance to go off. "Mike, wake up!" he cried, bouncing up and down on my bed. I opened one eye and stared at him. He had the biggest smile on his face and it was hard to not give into his enthusiasm. I snuggled back down into bed. I should have paid attention to his giggles. Next thing I knew he whipped the cover back, exposing me to the cold air in the house. "Wakey wakey!" he called out, laughing like a madman. I slowly sat up and then quickly grabbed him and tickled him. His loud laughter brought Mom and Dad to my door. They stood there and smiled at us as we wrestled on my bed. "Okay you two eager beavers," Mom called out a moment later. I let go of Kim and he scurried into the bathroom. I stood up and stretched. "Heat should be on in a moment," Dad said. The scent of coffee drifting upstairs made me smile. Dad laughed and went out of my room. I listened to them going down the stairs. I turned to the bathroom and went in. Kim was in his bedroom, pulling his sweats on. He turned to me when he heard me in the bathroom. "What's this?" Kim asked, pointing to the box on his bed. I sat on his bed. "It's a medallion I had made for you. I had it blessed by a Shaolin priest for luck and good health and to protect you." Kim wrapped his arms around me and cried on my shoulder. I knew right then it had been the right thing to give him. He backed off a moment later and I washed his face clean. Then I put the little gold medallion around his neck. He examined it in the mirror, noting the Korean script. "That's exactly what it is," Kim informed me. "It's considered to be one of the most powerful protections one can give to his family." "Really," I said. "I had two others made up for Mom and Dad." He looked up at me in surprise. "You did? That's great!" He followed me down the stairs to find Mom and Dad in the living room. I turned to see Kim staring at the pile of presents under the tree. I knew the majority of them were for him and I didn't mind. Kim deserved to have the best things in life. I went into the kitchen for a cup of coffee and Kim followed me in a moment later for his usual cup of tea. Back in the living room, I sat down on a couch and waited for the word. "Merry Christmas, boys. Have at it," Dad said. I stood up and handed Mom and Dad their gifts to start things off. They opened the little boxes and saw the little medallions. I explained how I got them and then Kim explained the protections the medallions had. Mom and Dad liked them a lot and that made me feel good. Then I handed Kim the first of several presents from me. To say he loved the cookbooks, apron with his name in the corner with Korean writing underneath it, and the chef's hat would be an understatement. Mom and Dad liked them too. The rest of the day passed peacefully. Mom and Kim teamed up in the kitchen to make Christmas dinner while waiting for Grandma and Grandpa to arrive. They lived nearby so they didn't have a long drive to go. Dad was relaxing in his recliner, examining the engraving kit I had given him. I flipped through the book Kim had given me on Korea, stopping to read snippets here and there. I found lots of interesting things there. The doorbell rang just as Kim came out of the kitchen with the first of the things for the table. He had gone upstairs to change into a festive Korean costume for the day and he looked good in it. He went to the door and opened it for Grandma and Grandpa to come in. He bowed and said something in Korean. "That was a traditional blessing for long life, health, and happiness I just gave you," Kim explained as Grandpa smiled. He bowed back and said something in Korean. Then I remembered that Grandpa had been in Korea himself years ago. I guess there are some things you never forget. After Kim greeted them, he led them into the living room and Mom and Dad said hello to them and then it was my turn. Kim headed back into the kitchen as Grandma and Grandpa sat down on the couch. Kim returned with a tray in his hands. He set it down and served out tea to Grandma and Grandpa. They liked it and said so. "Definitely warms up these old bones," Grandpa joked. Kim smiled at the humor. He learned to enjoy Grandpa's sense of humor. Then dinner was ready and we sat down to enjoy a traditional turkey dinner with all the good stuff that went with it. The rest of the day passed pleasantly, more gifts exchanged and fun to be had. Kim sure was enjoying his first Christmas here in America. I was glad he did. The next time we had the chance to be together was when Mom and Dad were invited to a New Year's Eve party in the next town. They decided to stay in the hotel there overnight and drive back late afternoon. That would give Kim and me plenty of time to enjoy being together. I planned it out in advance so there wouldn't be any interruptions to our fun. I also had something I wanted to give him that had taken me some time to get. I had to go through a friend to get the stuff. He dropped it off to me the day before while Mom, Dad, and Kim were out shopping. He was someone I had fooled around with once before Kim had arrived in our lives. It had been a one time thing after I had caught him with another boy. He swore to make it up to me and I finally collected the marker. He had been more than happy to get what I wanted. He sat me down and instructed me how to use the stuff. I noted he had given me two of every thing I had asked him for. He left Colorado soon after that and never saw him again. The box contained four different sized butt plugs, various sized vibrators and jelly dildos, two strings of anal beads, and lots of anal lubricant. This would be an interesting night, and it would take us further into our sexual explorations. Kim saw the silly grin on my face and wondered what I was up to. "Mike, what's up?" he asked me. I grinned. "That's for me to know and you to find out." Kim sighed in frustration and crossed his arms. I just smiled at him and scratched his right cheek and then went up to carry Mom and Dad's luggage to the Land Rover. They kissed us goodbye and gave me last minute instructions and then left. I watched to make sure they exited the security gate at the end of the driveway a quarter mile down as I stood on the wrap around balcony on the second floor with a pair of binoculars. I turned and walked back into the house and set the binoculars back in place on the small table by the door that I used. "Well?" Kim asked as I stood in my room smiling at him. I started stripping down and Kim's smile got very big. It wasn't long before he was naked too. I sighed and ran my hands up and down my body. "This feels so much better," I said. Kim laughed. "I have to agree. I've never gone naked in a house before, so this is a first for me." "Enjoy it, Kim. I do this all the time when Mom and Dad go away on a trip and I get the house to myself. Now second order of business is getting something to eat," I said, going down the stairs to the kitchen with Kim behind me. We sat at the kitchen table and ate hot chili, potato salad, and washed it all down with Pepsi. Kim let go a nice long low belch and I smiled. "Nice one, Kim. Let me show you better," I said. Kim quickly stuck his fingers in his ears as I let out a long loud rumbler. Kim rolled on the floor once I got done with that one. I grinned and then the both of us cleared the table and the kitchen of our mess. He followed me into the living room and we sat down on the couch and relaxed. "So what can we do now?" Kim asked. I scratched my chin and thought for a moment. Back when school started in September, Dad has called out pool service and they came out and installed the special insulated dome over the pool for the winter. It was insulated to keep the warm air inside and the cold weather out. It was rounded so that the rain and snow would run off it and not weigh it down. I smiled, having a sudden idea. "Let's go and have our usual workout and then go swim," I suggested. Kim bounced off the couch with a big smile on his face. "Cool!" I followed him down to the basement and we started our workout after stretching out. That was fun. Normally all we ever wore for our workouts was jock straps and the Lycra bike shorts. Going naked this time was fun and a thrill for Kim. We did put on the protective gear for our sparring match. Dad in his infinite wisdom got the thick padded groin protectors for us to wear (they actually exist, I've seen them advertised in Martial Arts magazines) and putting them on over bare skin was hot. We had our usual sparring match, Kim besting me again as usual. But I did give him a run for his money. Every time I spar with Kim, I get better at it. I wondered if there was a martial arts school in town. If there was, Kim and I should be going to one. I made a mental note to myself to check the phone book for one. After we did our cooling down stretches and put away the gear, I went over to Kim and picked him up, slinging him over my shoulder and started up the stairs. He was laughing, he knew what was coming next. I walked out to the pool through the bathroom that leads to the yard. The bathroom and the pool were situated just right so the workers had connected the dome to the side of the house where the outside door was that led right to the pool. There was a big glass sliding door that led from the living room to the back yard. After going out the glass door, you stepped out onto the patio. It was a good sized square concrete patio, with patio furniture on it and a red bricked barbeque to the right side and a basketball hoop to the left. Beyond that was the back lawn. It took up a good sized area, from the patio to the edge of the pool area. Then there was the pool area. The house was built in an L shape, the back bathroom right on the edge of the pool area, which made it ideal spot to go in and out of the pool area. I walked through the back bathroom as we called it and out into the pool area with Kim over my left shoulder and around to the diving board. Kim's shrieks of laughter got louder as I walked out onto the diving board and jumped up and down on it twice and the out over and into the pool. We both came up grinning at each other. That started the fun. From then until it got dark at six, we swam, splashed around, attacked each other with super soakers, and went off the diving board. Finally we got exhausted and floated in the pool on small rafts. We got to talking and discussed a few things that happened to be on our minds. Kim certainly had a few opinions to express about a few things and I found myself agreeing with him on a few of those opinions. I can tell you Kim is no dummy. He certainly can talk a good debate about anything he sets his mind to. I could see him following his parent's footsteps and teaching university here in Colorado, if that's what he wanted to do. He'd make a great teacher. I looked over at the large clock that hung on the wall next to the bathroom door. It was six in the evening. Time for something else. "Let's hit the shower and dig up something to eat," I said. That idea went over big with Kim. We put all the toys and floats away and then used the shower in the back bathroom. It was big enough for the two of us and we had a fun time washing each other clean. Then it was up to the kitchen to see what was available. "Hot Pockets, leftover pizza, plenty of stuff for sandwiches, and other things," Kim said, informing me of the refrigerator's contents. "Grilled cheese and hot soup sounds good," I said. Kim went right to work, donning his apron and started up the grill and the pot of vegetable beef soup. I set the table and set out two glasses of iced tea (what I like to drink when I get tired of sodas), and waited for Kim to bring the sandwiches and soup to the table. It was a simple dinner but it was filling. "Now that did me for the rest on the night," I said. Kim nodded. "I agree. So now what?" I stood up and stretched. "Well, let's get the kitchen cleaned and then head into the living room for sex ed 401." Kim's face lit up. "Cool!" Kim and I got the kitchen cleaned up in record time and then headed out to the living room. Kim went into Dad's study as I went upstairs for the two boxes I had set aside with the toys in them. I came down to find Kim in the living room with a book in his hands. He had a strange look on his face. "Look what I found, Mike. A book called "The Joy of Gay Sex"," he said, reading the cover out loud. "There's even a letter in it for the both of us." I sat down on the couch and took the letter from Kim. Dad had signed it. "Dear Kim and Mike. I hope this book helps the both of you. I discovered this book and read it through. It certainly answered a lot of my questions about gay sex. Your Mom and I have known about the both of you for some time. Kim, at first we thought that Mike was taking advantage of you because you are so young. Mike, we were upset at you because we thought you were taking advantage of Kim, but now we know differently. It's obvious that both of you have moved up to a higher meaning of brotherly love, and it is good to see both of you so happy together. Take care of each other. Be good to each other. Please don't hurt each other. If you decide to get involved with others, please use protection. There is a big box of condoms in the medicine cabinet in your bathroom. Use them. Mom and I don't want to see either of you get sick. Please keep your special relationship to yourselves. If people found out there could be very serious problems not just for both of you, but for all of us. So be discreet outside the house. Better yet, keep it in your bedrooms. Much safer there. Always remember we love you very much and both of you will always be our sons, no matter what. Love Dad," I read out loud. I looked up to see tears in Kim's eyes. I discovered a few in mine as well. "They really love us, don't they?" Kim asked me as we hugged each other. "Yeah they do," I said. "That makes us the luckiest kids in the world." We held each other for a few minutes and then sat down on the couch. I was feeling so much better, like a huge weight had been taken off my shoulders. I reached over and rubbed Kim's shoulders for a moment as we looked at the book in his hands. It certainly covered just about everything possible in gay sex. The pictures got us hot and horny. Much to my surprise, there was a section about toys. "Oh cool," I said, stopping Kim at that page. "Just what we are going to cover tonight. That's what I have in these boxes." Kim looked at the two boxes on the coffee table in front of them and opened one of them. The look on his face was one of surprise and curiosity. "These are sex toys?" he asked. "That they are," I said. "I have the same ones in my box that you do. I friend of mine owed me a favor and he got them for me." Kim reached in and picked up a jelly dildo. "What's this supposed to be?" Thus began sex lesson number four for us. "It's called a dildo," I said. "It is to go up inside your butt." Kim looked down at the book and found the page for them. We read the descriptions for the various dildos that one could find on the Internet or in a sex store. One of the reasons I had gotten two of them was because I had heard somewhere that it wasn't a good idea to share sex toys. So I had gotten two sets, one for Kim and the other for me. I wisely used a bit of color on the bases of my toys so I wouldn't get mine mixed up with Kim's. "When using dildos, it's a good idea to use condoms with them. This makes cleanup easier," Kim read aloud from the book. "That's a good idea," I said. "Never would have thought of that." We read the entire chapter on the toys and then turned to the boxes containing them. Kim picked them up one by one and examined them. He grinned and giggled the whole time. I got the bright idea of starting with the small vibrator first. "Let's go up to our room and get comfortable on my bed," I suggested. Kim jumped up. "Okay. Should we leave this book in Dad's study or keep it in our rooms? Be nice to be able to get it anytime we want to read about something." "Good idea. If a guest found it in Dad's study they might figure it out," I said. "Better safe than sorry." We hid the book in our bathroom in a very convenient place that only we knew about. Kim and I were the only ones who went in there, unless Mom and Dad were in a hurry and Dad needed to shower and shave fast. Since I was now shaving, I kept an extra razor in the medicine cabinet for Dad to use. Dad appreciated that. We looked in the medicine cabinet and found the big box of condoms. Trojan condoms. There was a note taped to the box in Dad's writing. "These are the only brand I trust. Please use these and let me know when you need more. Dad," Kim read the note. He smiled as he dropped the note in the trashcan. He followed me into my room and I had him get on my bed. I took the small vibrator out of his box and turned it on. It made a small buzzing noise and I wrapped my hand around it. Sure felt funny in my hand. Kim wrapped his hand around it and grinned. Then I placed it at the base of his left ear and started to pleasure him. It didn't take long to get him excited. I looked down to see his eight inches proudly standing up hard. Kim was moaning softly as I worked the vibrator around his neck, making sure to hit his sensitive areas. Kim was getting very jumpy and I had to stop and push his hands away every few minutes. That's when I got the idea of tying him to the bed frame. I found four lengths of torn t-shirt that we hadn't used yet for rags and brought them back to my room. Kim was sitting up on my bed. "Do you trust me?" I asked him. Kim looked straight into my eyes and I regretted asking him the question as I saw trust and love there in his beautiful emerald green eyes. "Yes, Mike. I do trust you very much," Kim replied as he lay back down on my bed and stretched his hands and feet to the four corners. I tied him down, making sure the strips of cloth weren't too tight and could be easily removed fast if needed. Then I got back on the bed and turned the vibrator back on and went right back to work. It turned into a very hot scene. I worked the little vibrator around his body, making sure to hit all of his sensitive spots and finding a couple more. He really enjoyed the vibrator on his tiny nubs that were his nipples. I moved the vibrator around the edges and barely touched the tips of the tiny nubs, making him crazy with pleasure. I couldn't wait to get the same treatment from him! I moved down his writhing torso from his tiny nipples to his tummy. I played with his belly button for a moment and then moved down to his abdomen. I moved the little vibrator around each muscle in his growing six-pack of muscles in his abdomen, causing him even more pleasure. I moved down to his cock, playing the vibrator around the base of his magnificent cock. "Oh yes!" Kim hissed loudly. "Feels so good!" I moved the tip of the vibrator down to his balls. They had pulled up close to his body and I played the tip against the skin, moving the vibrator around each hairless ball. Kim was really going crazy at this point. "Get me off, Mike!" Kim cried out. "Please get me off!" "In a bit my pet," I rhymed. "I'm not done yet." Kim shivered as I slowly brought the tip of the vibrator up his ballsack and to the base of his cock. I slowly circled the base of his cock once more and then brought it up the bottom of his cock shaft slowly. I heard a sharp intake of breath from Kim as he strained at his bonds that held him down to my bed. I worked the vibrator around his hard cock, brushing the tip of the vibrator against his cock head a few times. I even pulled his foreskin back and swirled it around inside there. I thought for sure he was going to shoot right then and there, but he didn't. I had a better way of getting him off in mind. I introduced my tongue to his cock and began licking it. Kim moaned out loud and I knew he was getting close, especially when he starts talking in Korean. I began sucking his eight inch cock while running the vibrator around his balls. That was it for him. Kim fired off one hell of a load as he yelled my name at the top of his lungs. I swallowed his cum as fast as I could, not wanting to drown in it. Once he stopped ejaculating he sighed and settled down. I released him from the strips of cloth holding him down and went into the bathroom for a wet cloth. He was dozing as I wiped him clean of cum and sweat. I looked into my little refrigerator knowing he'd want something cold when he woke up. I wiped the little vibrator off and put it back in his box. I put our names on the appropriate boxes and set them on my desk and then slipped into bed with him. Kim rolled over and snuggled up close to me and sighed. I ran my fingers through his short black hair and felt good about what I had done. I must have dozed off while holding Kim, because when I woke up I found myself in a similar position that I had Kim in earlier. Kim was sitting on the bed with a big grin on his face, holding a small vibrator in his hand. "Turnabout is fair play, big brother. My turn to have some fun with you," Kim giggled as he turned the vibrator on. "Show me the base," I told him. Kim showed me the base of the vibrator. I saw the orange stripe down the center of the small wheel at the base. "I got it out of your box and realized why you colored yours. Good thinking," Kim said as he started in on me. "No mix ups," I gasped as the vibrator touched the bottom of my right ear. I couldn't even begin to describe the pleasure that I felt as Kim moved the vibrator around my body in the same way I had done his. All I can tell you is that I damn near went crazy from the very cool feelings I got from what he did to me. When Kim did suck me off and drained me dry for the time being, it was such a great feeling to finally unload and get off on the super great feelings. I sighed and relaxed as Kim untied me from the bed. I knew for sure this was something we would be repeating again very soon. I sat up and went into the bathroom to clean off. Through the door to Kim's room I watched him put the box into the bottom dresser drawer and close it. He came back into the bathroom and smiled at me. "Mike, that was so cool. I don't think I'll ever forget tonight," Kim said. It had been so cool. Kim was right, it was a night to be remembered long after we would grow up and start our own families. I hoped we would still play together then. "So what's next?" Kim asked, breaking into my thoughts. Hum, good question. I looked at the small clock in the bathroom and it announced the time as being eleven thirty. "Now we go to the TV room and watch the countdown," I said. Kim followed me down and I told him to turn on the TV. He went to turn it on as I slipped into the kitchen. I found a bottle of champagne in the refrigerator and two glasses for it. As I stepped into the hall, I saw Kim go into the guest bathroom. Oh perfect. I went into the TV room and opened the bottle carefully and poured some into the glasses and then turned to the stereo. I found a CD I had made up for Mom and Dad some time ago with really romantic love songs on it and set it up in the CD player. I set the bottle and the glasses into the small refrigerator and waited for Kim to come back. He walked into the room a moment later. "Are you okay?" I asked Kim as I sat down on the couch. Kim nodded. "Had to really let go." I laughed at the comment as Kim grinned. He had a funny way of using bathroom terms. At least his were better than mine, Mom had commented once. He sat down next to me and we watched the countdown. At the one minute mark I stood up and reached into the small refrigerator for the two glasses and handed one to a surprised Kim. "Can we?" he asked me. "Why not?" I asked. "Special occasion." We turned to the TV and watched the crowd in Times Square chant the countdown and then go crazy as the New Year got started. Kim and I turned to each other and toasted each other after I turned off the TV. After dimming the lights a little, I turned on the CD player and took Kim into my arms close to me. As the music began to play softly from the speakers, we started to dance. I looked down into Kim's eyes and could tell he was moved by what we were doing. I wiped the tears from his face and gently kissed him on his soft lips. Kim returned the kiss and we continued to dance all the way through the CD. It would be a moment we would never forget. Standing in the hall outside my room, I picked Kim up in my arms and carried him into my room and laid him on my bed. He watched me close my door and turn off the lights except for the small nightlight in the bathroom. I came back to my bed and slipped in next to him and rolled on top of him. Kim raised his left hand and gently touched the right side of my face. I came down on him and we kissed passionately. Then I rolled off him and lay on his right side. Kim then snuggled up to me and put his head on my chest. We lay there for a time, not saying anything. We were together. In each other's arms. Being close. Being brothers, and then more than just brothers. I had a sudden revelation in that moment. Dad was right. Our love had gone beyond being just brothers. We had moved to a higher level of brotherly love. I gently stroked Kim's face and ran my fingers through his silky soft hair. I truly loved this boy next to me. I would love him, cherish him, protect him, and stand next to him through all of his good times and bad times. I had never ever felt this way about anyone before, and it kind of scared me. But I knew I would be okay as long as Kim was there with me. We were brothers, united together in a special kind of love. A love that was beautiful to us. TO BE CONTINUED ************************************************************************