Date: Sat, 30 Jun 2007 06:57:37 -0400 (EDT) From: Herb Cat Subject: Rip Folder: Around the World 18 Oahu Copyright 2007 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission. Please note: this story depicts oral and anal sex between male adults and male minors. If this offends you or is illegal to publish in your jurisdiction, or you are under the age of 18, read no further. The characters, locations and incidents in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. As an author, I welcome feedback on my writing. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herb_Cat@mailcity.com. Thank you. ----- With all the road signs in English, and everyone driving normally, Malcolm had no trouble finding the beachfront house where Jacob's daughter had the time share. Still wearing the leis they'd received at the airport, they opened the door. "Oh, Señor Malcolm. This is beautiful. Look, boys, we're right on the ocean. We can listen to the surf. Both bedrooms face the water. And the rooms are so clean and large. The kitchen has everything. Oh, Gracias, Señor Malcolm." "Don't thank me, Maria. We have to thank Jacob and his daughter. We promised him a post card." They spent some time exploring their accommodations and settling in. Maria unpacked and hung all her clothes in the large walk-in closet. Pepito said, "I dink we're in America again 'cause I see our own flag flying all over." "Of course we are," his brother replied, "Hawaii is a state, just like Minnesota." Then everybody laughed because with palm trees, white sand, and warm sun, Hawaii didn't look anything like Minnesota. "Juan, come with Mommy. Let's take a walk down the beach and look for sea shells. Maybe we can find a shop that sells post cards." "Is Malcolm and Pepito coming too?" "No, let's let them alone. This is still Pepito's birthday. Malcolm wants to spend some special time just with him. You come with Mommy." Alone with Pepito, Malcolm stuck out his middle finger and smiled. Pepito smiled too and grabbed it in his fist. Hand in hand, well, finger in hand, they walked into their bedroom. Malcolm pulled down the bedcovers and slipped a tube under the pillow. Then he had Pepito sit on the edge of the bed while he knelt on the floor and began slowly untying one of the boy's sneakers. "Are you scared, Pepito?" The boy shook his head. "Nervous then?" No. "Just excited?" "Si, Malgum. Dis is exciding. 'Cause it's my first time." Malcolm took off the sock, suckled the five lovely tiny toes, and went to the other foot. "Me too." "This ain't your first time, Malgum." "I meant I'm excited too." Having taken off the boy's shoes and socks, and tasted both feet, Malcolm stood up, took Pepito under the arms and stood him up on the bed. "But, in some ways it IS my first time. It's my first time doing it in Hawaii." "Si, 'cause you ain't done Juan here yet." "That's right." Malcolm slid the boy's T shirt up over his head and laid it neatly on the bed, and then kissed Pepito's sweet chest. "And it's my first time with a beautiful seven-year old boy." "You doan dink I'm doo liddle now?" Malcolm unbuckled Pepito's belt and pants. "Your mother told me a long time ago I would know when the time is right." The pants fell down, Malcolm lifted the boy up and moved him a foot up the bed. He picked up the jeans, put the crotch to his nose, inhaled deeply, then began folding them. "She's a very wise mother." Malcolm kissed the boy's navel while he slipped his fingers in the waistband of the Spiderman underpants, and gently lowered them. "I knew today the time was right, my little one." "I dink I knew dat too." Malcolm turned the boy around and had him kneel on the bed. He quickly got his own clothes off, then bent down and placed his face in the tiny ass and began licking the precious rosebud. Pepito closed his eyes, held his little nail, and made oohing noises. Malcolm picked him up again and kissing his face, lay down on the bed himself, the adorable boy on his chest. Then he let go and Pepito instinctively knew what to do next. He crawled down to the man's cock and lovingly suckled. Now it was Malcolm who was oohing. "You make my cock so happy, Pepito. Look at the end of it. You see, it's smiling at you." Small muffled giggle. When he was fully erect and beginning to pulsate, he took Pepito's shoulders and pulled him up again, laying the boy's head tenderly under his chin. He placed one of Pepito's knees on each side of his ribcage, and felt the lad's anus, which was still wet from his own tongue. He reached under the pillow and took out the tube, placed a generous dollop on his other hand and began massaging the virgin hole. "I lige dat Gay Wy stuff," Pepito whispered. "Yes, it makes it very nice." Malcolm slid his pinky easily into the chute and lubed the precious sphincter muscle, then replaced it with his index finger. He heard a small muffled oof. "Take it easy, baby. I know you're excited, but try to relax. Pretend you have to shit. Yeah, that's right. You see, my finger went in more then." "It feels good, Malgum." "I want everything to feel good today, Baby. You tell me right away if anything doesn't feel good." Malcolm massaged the hole and gently used a second finger to open it a bit. When he felt it was primed, he put a new dollop of KY on his own pole. Then he lifted the tiny child up in the air and placed him in position. They smiled at each other as Malcolm lowered him until his cockhead made contact with the lad's anus. Pepito's eyes widened. Malcolm let the boy's weight press down. His cockhead entered, but he felt the circle tighten. "Remember," he whispered, "like you're going to shit." The muscle relaxed and Malcolm went in a little more. Slowly, inch by inch, he made his way up the tunnel. Pepito's oohs turned into shouts of joy, but he indicated no undue pain. Soon his little bottom was sitting on Malcolm's balls. He had taken the entire cock inside. Again they smiled at each other. Malcolm took Pepito's hips and started to lift him up, then brought him back down again. He did that again. And again. Up and down. Up and down. Pepito caught on and began bouncing on the pole. Faster and faster. Both of them were sweating profusely now. Tears were running down their cheeks. Then Pepito felt it. Deep inside, Malcolm's cock had stiffened even more. The bouncing stopped. He watched the man's face scrunch up. Then he felt it happening. He knew his insides were being filled with cum. It felt warm. It felt smooth. It felt good. All he could think of to say was "Yippee!" Eruption followed eruption. Malcolm's head was swimming. Finally he opened his eyes again and saw his darling Pepito, perched there on his relaxing cock, smiling broadly. He pulled the boy down to kiss him. They lay there in embrace until the boy's anus finally released Malcolm's flaccid penis. "I love you so much, Pepito." "I love you, Malgum." They kept repeating, "I love you," to each other as they lay there both trying to absorb what had just happened. .oOo. Dressed again, Malcolm and Pepito stepped outside. They found the others sitting at a table writing post cards. Maria looked at the glow on her youngest baby and smiled. "Are you happy, my darling?" "Si." For once, Pepito didn't feel like going into detail about his latest adventure. "Juan, can you show your brother and me the beach? Maria, is it ok if we take a little walk. We'll be back soon." They walked down to the water's edge and sat down. Malcolm explained that from now on he will be fucking both of them. That they should never get jealous. That he loved them both the same. That he would never do anything to hurt them. He didn't even want to hurt their feelings. So if he was fucking one boy, the other one should wait a little while. He was 44 and it could take a few minutes, well, more than a few, before his cock was ready to fuck again. But he would never deny either one of them this special pleasure. Juan suggested they could use their dildos while they waited. Malcolm kissed him for being such a smart boy. .oOo. The next day, when Maria returned from the store, Juan opened the door -- naked, his greased up dildo in one hand and his boy dick in the the other. "Hi, Mom, Pepito's in with Malcolm. It's his turn." "OK, then that leaves you to help carry in the groceries. But put some pants on first." "Sure, Mom. What's in that bag?" Maria emptied the plastic Staples bag on the dining room table: dozens of report covers in different colors, markers, scotch tape, rulers, scissors, pens, and lots of paper, lined and unlined. "That's for you and Pepito. It's time you did some real school work." Juan gave her that "oh, Ma" expression. "You thought this month you were just going to fuck around and swim? Well, there'll be time for those things, but you boys are going to write some reports to show your teacher." By now, Pepito and Malcolm were coming out of the bedroom, one with a greased up butt, the other a greased up dick. "What gind of reports, Mama?" "You can write about the different countries you went to." Malcolm thought it was a great idea. "That's for Social Studies. For Science, you can write about all the different animals you saw." Now everyone was getting into it. "And different trees, and seasons, and climates, and foods." "What can I do for Math?" "The different moneys. Like show how much it would cost to buy a Big Mac in Euros, and Rubles, and Yen. You saved all those coins." "And a chart converting kilometers to miles. Shit, I can do that in my head now." "I wanna write bout Julius Caesar!" "Good, Pepito, that's for history. Juan, do you want to write about archaeology? "Malgum, if you can tell me again how I got two bird-days, I can write dat!" "I can draw a map of the world and show all the countries we went to and use colors to show how each one has a different age of consent!" "Well, hold on, Juan." Maria wasn't too enthusiastic about that one. "That might not be the best topic to show your teachers. Might give them the wrong idea." "I think your mother is right, Juan. But just for your information, here in Hawaii it's 16. Um, let's see. I know, you can make a chart with pictures of the different toilets. Hehe. The bidet in France. The squat holes in Cambodia. The old ancient stone ones we saw in Greece. I bet the other kids would get a kick out of that. You could even put Manekin Pis on the cover, hehe." Maria tried again to add a little decorum to the discussion. "You can also do a report on all the different religions you saw and their buildings." The boys began naming: Catholic, Protestant, Orthodox, Moslem, Hindu, Sikh, Bahai, Buddhist, Shinto, Sambia. For the next couple weeks, Juan and Pepito worked diligently on their projects, drawing maps, and flags, and charts. Malcolm helped them do research online, print the digital pictures they had taken, and remind them of things they'd seen and done. Maria was the final censor. If she took out a page that mentioned porn film production or giant Japanese penises, there was no argument. Certain topics were to stay in the family. Pepito started creating an illustrated adventure starring Oso the Super Bear, who kept coming to rescue people in trouble around the world. He helped Saint Martin save the beggar. He helped Hotei give children presents. He helped Julius Caesar gon-ger India with elephants. And everywhere, the children shouted, Thank you, Gracias, dankzegging, merci, shaji, grazie. Malcolm was impressed. "Very nice, Pepito! And that way your friends can learn to say 'thank you' in different languages." Juan said, "I'm gonna write a story too about Rascal and my friends will learn to say 'fuck' in every language." He didn't bother looking at Maria. He knew it wouldn't fly. .oOo. Besides the school reports, there was time for swimming, sightseeing, shopping, and fucking. After being on the go for so many months, it was nice to just take it easy. The time share in Oahu was perfect for that. Maria bought loud Hawaiian shirts for everyone and a muumuu for herself. Pepito made a grass skirt out of green tissue paper for Oso. The boys and Malcolm had settled into a routine. Every morning, Malcolm would wake with either Juan or Pepito sucking on him. That was ejaculation number 1. Then they would all shower together and lather each other's privates real well. After lunch, Maria and Juan would start work on the reports, while Malcolm and Pepito retired to the bedroom -- Maria called it their siesta. Each day, Pepito would describe the position he wanted to use and Malcolm would always say, "You're the Boss." Then the tiny seven-year old ass would happily receive ejaculation number 2. After supper, it was Juan's turn for some quality time with Malcolm. By then, the man was ready for ejaculation 3. That way, when it came time for bed, they could all just relax and play with their dildos. No one was under pressure to perform. Malcolm decided Pele must be jealous watching so many fantastic eruptions each day. Eventually, the time in Oahu did end, and they had to pack up. But they weren't heading back to Minnesota yet. They still had one more country to visit. One more important place to see. "Will this plane take us right there." It was just after 5 PM when AA flight 8 boarded at Honolulu. "No, Juan, we have to change planes twice, but it won't be too bad. All the flights are with American Airlines. I hope they don't send any of our luggage off somewhere else. I'd hate to lose that beautiful Hawaiian shirt Maria bought me. Hehe." Once again, the boys were asleep when the plane touched down in Dallas Forth Worth at 5:50 AM on May 1st. They ate McGriddles for breakfast in the airport and boarded AA flight 433 which took off just at 9:45. Just after noon they were landing in Mexico City. "Señor Malcolm, I am so excited. I have not been home since Pedro, God bless his soul, brought me to America. I have goosebumps. The boys have not even met their tios and tias." The last leg was under an hour. When AA 8107 landed in Oaxaca, it was 2:10 in the afternoon. ________________________________________________________________________________ Want to change your life? Find the perfect job with Lycos Jobs. Career Advice. Job Resources& Recommendations. Post your resume& find a job match!