Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2015 15:26:36 -0400
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Minding the guys

MINDING THE GUYS
By Lance Kyle

I continued to see Richin and Rachman from time to time over the weeks and
months after their initiations.  They would show up around the department
and lab from time to time, to wait for their mother, Tama, to finish her
work and take them home.  They were never obtrusive, but they always came
to find me if I wasn't busy (and they were good judges of that), and to my
delight would greet me with a friendly hug.  The department would have some
social events from time to time to which families were invited, and the
guys always came.  Then we would have a chance to hang out for a while and
talk, but they were never clingy.  Just really enjoyable to be around and
as I have said before, they could maintain a conversation.

A couple of times Tama and Abay, their parents, would invite me to their
home for dinner and then also ask me to invite a friend if I wanted to
bring one. I was casually dating—with benefits—a woman a shade
younger than me, Crystal, and would bring her: late 40s, blonde, shapely,
fun to be with.  The guys kept checking her out in covert stares.  I could
tell they were wondering about her, and thus wondering about me.  Through
all of this I felt a real friendship growing with the family.  I'm sure
some of it had to do with my involvement in the initiations of the boys,
but I could tell there was also a real connection.  I felt pleased and
honored.

It was in the early spring that I was preparing to leave the lab for the
day, but I could hear Tama off in a corner speaking animatedly in her
native language, I assumed with Abay.  I didn't want to intrude, but as I
was passing her to leave the lab she hung up, and I stopped to ask in a
friendly way if there was something I could help with.

She heaved a deep sigh.  "Rachman and Richin need to be picked up from
school," she said (they were both in the same middle school), "but my work
here won't finish up for another two hours and Abay, who was supposed to
get them, simply cannot leave the hospital.  There has been a bus accident
out on Route 2, and it's all hands on deck."

"Well, can I help?" I asked.  "I could get them and take them out for pizza
and then drop them back at your place once one of you calls to say you're
home."  A look of gratitude warred with an expression of concern on her
face.

"Oh, no, Doctor Scarborough, I simply can't ask you to do that.  You must
have plans already."

"No, I don't," I said, "dinner at home and grading some papers.  I'd gladly
forego the papers for a while, and I think Cut The Cheese is a really great
pizza place.  I'm happy to help, but I don't want to intrude on your
family."

She laughed.  "How can you be intruding, you are so much like part of the
family already.  Do you really mean it?"  She asked.  I assured her that I
did.  "OK, let me call the boys and tell them the plan, and Abay also.
Abay or I will call when we can come get them.  They wait on the Forest
Avenue side of their school," she said.  I told her I was on my way, and
headed for the middle school.

When I pulled up in front of the school there was Rachman on one side, a
pretty blonde girl with pert breasts sidled up next to him, her fingers
sunk in his thick, straight, black hair, and two Asian guys his age, all
laughing hard.  Not far away was Richin talking to two drop dead gorgeous
black girls, just starting to fill out, and three white guys his age.  I
smiled inside and out; nothing makes me happier than to see different
colors of people together.  I have no use for tolerance.  Give me
celebration instead, that people could be this color, could have that hair
texture, these facial features.  And when they all get together, well, I
could weep for joy.

The guys saw me and, being sure to maintain their cool, broke it off with
their friends and came over to the car.  Their mom had given them the news
and they actually seemed excited to have a little break in their routine.
They needed a quick stop by a store to pick up some school supplies—a
couple of notebooks, some pens—and by then it was late enough that we
went straight to a great local pizza joint, Cut The Cheese.  We piled into
a booth and after some fierce struggle between the guys—I really didn't
care—decided on an order.

I asked the guys how things were going, how was school, and so forth.
There was a pause in the conversation and Rachman perked up, with an impish
grin, and asked, "How's Crystal?"

"She's OK," I said.  "We're on again, off again."

Richin had a thoughtful expression.  He exchanged a quick glance with
Rachman, who gave an almost imperceptible nod, and then he asked, "Uh,
Joe...do you and Crystal have sex?"

Now ordinarily I would not allow such a question, but under the
circumstances I thought I might, and I thought there might be a teachable
moment here.  "We sure do, from time to time," I said.

"Oh," said Richin.  Rachman broke in, "We thought you were gay.
Because...you know."  If the guys could blush beneath their rich brown
color, they did.  I decided to press ahead with the teachable moment.

"Yeah, I understand.  But you know, guys, most people, I think are fluid.
That is to say, under the right circumstances, they could be with males, or
with females, or even just by themselves.  A lot of people think they
settle in to one way to be and close off other possibilities, and if that
works for them, OK.  Me, I don't worry about labels.  Most of my experience
has been with females, but not all.  I'm open to what comes along.  If it
feels right, I go for it.  And with the two of you, it felt right," I said.
They both grinned hugely, nodded, and then the subject was changed to some
recent movies.  We were finishing the pizza by the time my phone rang.  It
was Tama, now free to come get the boys.  Soon after, she arrived at the
restaurant, ate the last slice, and then took the guys away, after each had
given me what seemed like an extra hard hug, thanking me several times.
Tama offered to repay me for the school supplies, but of course I refused.

About a month after that my research team and I were having lunch in the
break room, and I mentioned an upcoming conference, a week away, for
graduate students at another university about five hours away.  It had been
my understanding that the whole team of three was going, to present their
research.  Two of them began talking with excitement about it, but Tama sat
there with a rueful smile on her face.

"Not excited to go?" I asked.

"Oh, I would be, but Abay just got his schedule and they changed his
rotation.  He will have double shifts at the hospital the whole time I
would be away, and so he really can't take care of the boys.  I would have
to miss the first three days of it, and that's just too much, so I'll have
to skip it," she said, with a look of clear disappointment.

I thought for a moment.  "Um, want to park the guys with me?" I asked.
"Three days, that's not much, if there's an emergency I can always get hold
of Abay.  You know how the guys and I get along, and it's important for
your career to present your research, network, get to know other rising
stars," I said.  Tama stared open mouthed for a moment.

"I really can't impose like that," she said.  "You're not," I replied, "I
just offered.  Really, I don't think they would be any trouble at all.  I'm
happy to help."

She looked as if she were thinking it through.  "Let me talk it over with
Abay and the guys," she said, and we agreed to discuss it the next day.

Coming in to the lab the next day she shrugged, smiled, and said, "Abay is
fine with it and honestly, I think Rachman and Richin would rather stay
with you than their own parents!  So...I can drop them off at school
Thursday morning if you can pick them up, they stay Thursday and Friday
night, and I come get them late Saturday...will that work?"

"Sure," I said, "or we can play it by ear and you can get them Sunday,
whatever works."  The arrangement was finalized, Tama brought a suitcase of
their clothes to me at the lab on Wednesday night, and on Thursday phoned
to say that the guys were at school and she was taking off with the rest of
the team.

I was there to pick them up from school just as it let out that afternoon.
Each boy came out with a streaming herd of friends, waved goodbye, and got
into my car.  We drove to my house and I put each of the guys in a spare
bedroom—I have two—and ordered them to their homework while I got
some dinner ready.  Twice I had to remind them sternly to get on it, as
texting briefly overcame math, but by the time dinner was ready the
homework was done.  We had a pleasant, chatty dinner and then settled down
on the sofa to watch a movie we could all agree on seeing.  I had a boy on
each side, snuggled in comfortably against me, as we ate cookies and drank
sodas or milk.

It was a school night, so I called bedtime early, and to tell the truth I'm
usually an early to bed kind of person also, so I sent each off to brush
teeth and get ready.  They came back smelling minty fresh, in nightclothes
of t shirts and gym shorts.  I gave each a hug and a peck on the forehead
and sent them off.  As I did, I could hear some distant rumbling; there was
a storm brewing up, which had been forecast on the weather channel earlier
in the day.

I settled into bed, wearing my usual briefs but no shirt, and began reading
a book, keeping my door open so I could hear if they needed anything.  The
thunder got louder and louder, and I could see some spectacular lightning
flashes through the curtained window.  Then there was a tremendous,
dramatic crash that seemed to happen right over the house, so loud that I
startled and dropped the book.  I sat for a moment while the sound
reverberated, and then there was another crash, nearby but not on top of
us.  At that moment my open door opened wider and in came Rachman, followed
closely by Richin, looks almost of terror on their faces.  I had no time to
issue any invitations, both piled into bed under the sheets with me and
snuggled up closely, one on each side.  They were actually shaking. Each
threw an arm across my bare abdomen and a head on my chest and burrowed in
from either side.

I was not going to make fun of them.  It really had been a tremendous
lightning strike, and there!—another one, and then another!—and so I
couldn't blame them for being concerned. Then the lightning stopped and we
could hear rain begin, in great sheets.  I was less concerned with rain
than lightning, as I had a good, tight roof.  The guys and I said nothing,
but their trembling slowly subsided, although each kept an arm across my
bare midsection and were pressing in as tightly as they could.  I got an
arm around each one and began rubbing their backs under their shirts,
making calming circles with my palms, murmuring reassurances.

I could feel each guy relax, his breathing becoming regular, maybe even
soothed by the steady wash of rain.  And then...was it my imagination or
did I feel a little bit of poking from each buy as they snuggled in close.
No, there it was.  Well, I thought, no point in making a big deal of it,
guys will get hard if they press up against flesh, and so I just continued
my rubbing and comforting.  But from each, I could feel the pressure of
what had to be an erection growing. So I worked my rubbing down a bit to
test their intentions, softly kneading their butts now.

Finally, Richin craned his head up a bit from where he had put it on my
naked chest. He looked intently at me for a moment—my hand was still
rubbing.  "Joe," he whispered huskily, "I, uh, I think I'm getting fluid."
I had a look of incomprehension and concern.  "You know...like you told us,
some people like girls, some like boys, but most people can be fluid.
I'm...maybe I'm getting fluid.  Is that bad?" And then from my other side,
Rachman chimed in, softly, "Me, too."

"No," I said, "it's not bad at all.  Do you mean you're getting a hard on?
A little excited? Well look, you're snuggling in close and I'm rubbing your
backs and butts, and so it's not really strange if you're getting a little
hard.  Plus, we have...a history.  Want me to stop?"  Each boy quickly, in
whispers, assured me they did not want to stop, but put their heads back
down on my chest and began pushing in against my hips a little more
insistently now.

"Guys, what do you want to do?" I asked, gently.  Each guy raised his head
up again and looked at each other, then shrugged.  "OK, let's start with
this: have you played around with each other before? Much?  I know you
weren't supposed to before the initiation, but how about since?"  Richin
looked over at Rachman and muttered, "Not to make each other shoot off or
anything, just a little dick grabbing...you know."  I nodded.  "OK, well if
you want to do something today, maybe explore and experiment a little, how
about we all get rid of these clothes?"

So, what was I thinking? Well there is no doubt that I found the guys
attractive and was starting to get a little aroused myself.  I wanted this
mainly to be helping the guys along in their discoveries of their own
bodies, but not gonna lie, I began to anticipate a lot of enjoyment for
myself as well.

In a tangle of limbs and tossed clothing we were very quickly naked and
back into our positions again.  I had not given it much thought but Richin
had turned thirteen since I saw him last, and you could tell.  His brown
body was a little more muscled, the spray of curved black pubic hairs a
little thicker, the penis a shade bigger, the ballsack a little heavier.
Some black stray hairs poked out of his armpits bravely.  Rachman had the
beginning of a spray of pubic hair now whereas before he'd just had three
or four, and I could see some more muscular development.  His penis was
maybe a little bigger, as were his testicles.  My own penis was quickly
becoming erect.

Each guy was now back alongside of me, gently grinding his chocolate penis
into my side and holding himself up off the bed a bit with one arm while
the other arm now more actively rubbed my abdomen and up onto my chest.
Each boy had a big grin.  "So, guys," I said, "what do you want to do?"
They grinned and looked at each other and then back to me and shrugged.  It
was clear I was going to have to direct matters.  A thought occurred to me.

"Richin, you've made sperm since the initiation, right? You've seen your
own?"  He giggled and nodded quickly.  "And Rachman, are you shooting sperm
yet?"  He shook his head, and then said, "Well, a little clear stuff comes
out.  I can...I can get that feeling you know, but nothing other than
that."

"You haven't seen Richin's semen?" I asked.  Both boys shook their heads
no.  "So...so you really haven't seen semen yet, Rachman, is that right?"
The eleven year old grinned again and shook his head no.  "Well let's start
there," I suggested. I lay back and pulled both boys into my side and
chest.  I reached down to a brown butt on each side and began kneading
strongly, working down into each buttock, squeezing the buttocks together
to massage an entire bottom together, and so on.  "Pump me" I said softly.

They got the idea immediately.  Rachman quickly grabbed my rigid rose
colored organ with his brown hand, up just below my knob, and Richin put
his hand below his brother's.  It took a minute to coordinate it, but soon
they were pumping in unison.  I was pushing up my groin to match their
strokes rhythmically.  All three of us began breathing more heavily, me
especially of course.  Some clear pre-cum began oozing out of my penis and
ran down first Rachman's and then Richin's hands.  Rachman murmured "ooooo"
and seemed to tighten his grip.  I kneaded their butts like nobody's
business, now sliding my fingers along their ass cracks and gently
massaging each brown anus.  I didn't hurry matters but before long the
crisis came.

"Here it is, slow down but don't stop!" I said and then just as the fists
slowed a bit I groaned heavily and shot long ropes of my semen out onto my
chest and abdomen.  Some of it drooled down the boys' hands, most heavily
on Rachman's which was nearest my slit.  As soon as I quit oozing they
stopped and removed their hands, Rachman's hand trailing a long white tail
of cum.

"Wow," Rachman said.  "So that's it?"  Richin giggled and I nodded.  Then
Richin stuck his finger in the streaks of cum on my chest and abdomen and
put a glob in his mouth, tasting it and swallowing it, nodding his head at
the familiarity of it.  "Go ahead," he told Rachman, "it's not gonna kill
you, try it."  Rachman grimaced but then looked thoughtfully at the trail
of cum oozing off his hand and decided to take the plunge, putting his
tongue to it and taking a little in.

"Not bad," he said.  "Kinda fun when you think of what it is."  Richin
smiled and then, unexpectedly, bent down and began licking and sucking the
semen from my chest and torso.  Rachman didn't quite go that far but he did
clean his own hand up by licking off my semen that adhered to the fingers,
looking thoughtful the whole time.  We lay there for a minute, two dark
penises bobbing in expectation on either side of me.  And then I had an
inspiration.

"So, let's vary the experience a little," I said.  "Richin, you got sucked
by me, Rachman, I was in your ass."  Each boy grinned and nodded at the
memory.  "So, Richin, run into my bathroom and bring back the baby oil in
the medicine cabinet." He was gone and back in a heartbeat.  I now leaned
back and put a pillow under my butt, and motioned Richin to get on his
knees in front of my ass.  He immediately got the picture.  I oiled up my
anus and his penis.  This was going to be easy, he had a good sized penis
for a boy his age but it wasn't huge.  With a look of tremendous
concentration he put his purple black knob to my anus and pushed, and his
eyes grew big as saucers when he slid in.  He gasped and exclaimed "Oh!"

"Now hold it right there," I said, Richin completely inside me up to his
groin, keeping my knees pulled up.  "Rachman, oil up your penis and
Richin's hole and you enter him," I said.  Richin looked worried for a
minute but was too far gone in the ecstasy of the moment to object.
Rachman got right to it and his smaller penis, after some pushing entered
his brother.  Both boys gasped again and Richin moaned a little.  I began a
very gentle back and forth motion and each boy got the hint, after a couple
of seconds adapting their pelvises to the rhythm.  With a tug or two from
me I pulled Richin in over me, so he was arching up over my abdomen with
palms flat on the bed, he and I looking deep into each other's eyes, while
Rachman squatted behind his brother, and then he shifted to lie flat on his
brother back, his knees frog legged, while he pushed from behind.

Each boy gasped and moaned, each one actually drooled a little, each looked
me deeply in the eyes and Rachman licked and bit his brother's shoulder a
little.  Then Rachman came first, shuddering and bucking a little, but
likely still not ejaculating.  It didn't last long but he didn't pull out,
instead he held on to any body part he could find to continue to ride his
brother.  And Richin didn't take long, for you could see a look of
concentration come into his eyes and then he moaned as deeply as a thirteen
year old could and pushed hard against my bottom, shuddering, and I knew
his sperm was flowing into my guts.  We held those positions for a while
and then Rachman pulled out with a triumphant "Yeah!" at which Richin began
laughing and, pulling out of me, flopped over to my side.  I laughed also
and pulled each boy back to my chest where we hugged and cuddled for long
minutes.

"OK, guys, we're all nasty," I said with a chuckle.  "Time to go take a
shower."  Which we did, washing each other gently, toweling each other off,
and then it was back to my bed where we pulled the covers up and, naked,
fell asleep to the gentle, continuing sound of the rain outside.

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