I love email. If you give me a story line, I'll name a character after you. I really need ideas for fun situations. Get it?
That Watkins. He drew me over to the illicit side. He got me to do something I had never done before and couldn't imagine I ever would. Then he included Chris and Grace. All three of us at once!
Motorcycles. He got us interested in motorcycles. Let's face it we had hundreds of miles of roads on beautiful islands that rarely had a car on them. Other drivers were our risk in traffic. Not here! I guess I should admit this is Leslie.
But Watkins was a safe rider. He insisted the only way to ride was in full leathers with a good helmet. He pointed out we had flight suits and space suits and even fire suits for racing.
Think of it as our motorcycle suit.
As you can imagine we didn't do this halfway. Now we did start small. We did our research and bought four Honda Rebel 500 models. We could have gone with the 300 but have you met us? Seriously, they were fantastic beginner bikes. Small, light, powerful. He didn't let us out of an empty part of the taxiway for three days!
Driver's freaking Ed. And yes, we added it to Driver's Ed. For everyone.
They're fucking fun.
At the same time, we started researching down two paths. The first was the motorcycle equivalent of our new sports and luxury cars. High-end bikes. The second was the equivalent of the Miuras. Classic motorcycles that we could restore. Oh, we talked to our local restoration experts including the car and plane people.
We were going to have cool rides. Lawrence quickly built us a platform on which we could lock down four motorcycles and pull up into any of the smaller planes. That opened things up for us. Poor Watkins having to travel with three girls. What will we possibly do to make it up to him? What I say!
OK I admit buying the first round of bikes was fun. It just never gets old. The first set we were looking for included:
That seemed like a nice start. The Ducati alone was a $40K motorcycle. Now you're probably assuming we had them all delivered but no. Not us! We bought the Hondas first at a dealer in Athens. They had a great store with all kinds of choices in leathers. They were wonderful working with us, and the salesperson Tiki was a joy. He appreciated three young women learning to ride and really coached us through our choices. Watkins was smart enough to learn too even though he is an experienced rider. Oh, I ended up in pink and Chris in purple. Our colors. Grace and Watkins were traditionalists in black.
The dealership had a back lot and Tiki took us back for an impromptu riding lesson. This is where you're expecting we were all naturals and would be racing by the weekend.
Um no. That's why we had Driver's Ed.
Chris and I were bad at it. Really bad. We hadn't even ridden a bicycle in years. We are also persistent so after a lot of small laps we felt comfortable.
Grace was a natural but was really sweet about it and didn't tease us. She finally admitted she rode dirt bikes from a young age. Well good for her. That didn't bother us. Somehow it was easier learning from her than Watkins or Tiki. They could just use brute force. We needed to use finesse.
We had been smart and took an Uber from the marina to the motorcycle dealer so once we were done and had paid Tiki well, we were off for home. Oh, you're expecting that Tiki fucked us all, but no, the store was super busy. I'd find a way later. I'm Leslie! We had brought Dad's new Munson 65-1 landing craft and was excited we were using it. We could drive right on.
And did.
Only Dad would find a landing craft with two luxurious bedrooms and a nice living room. You've got to Google this thing.
We beached the boat at the marina on Robertville and went for a long ride. We took the bridge over to Prometheus and kept going and crossed over onto Eros. We rode for hours and had a blast. We ended up stopping at the casino for dinner and took a suite at the resort. Hey, it had been a long day. All we had was our leathers and while they were cool they weren't cool. We needed clothes so we dropped into the shopping area at the casino. After melting my Amex, we were all set. OK we didn't actually use a credit card, but you get the idea. Poor Watkins. This was the first night of what I expected to be many. Forced to spend time with Chris, Grace, and me.
Did I mention that Kira was along too? I think I forgot. She chose bright red leathers. Damn that girl looked good. Well, Chris needed her Secret Service agent. Kira had motorcycle training. Kira raced dirt bikes. Kira is fun. Watkins will like Kira. Why did this paragraph sound like a 1st grade reader? We got settled into our suite. A large bedroom with a King size bed and a smaller bedroom with two Queen size beds. I'm guessing we'd only use the larger room. Watkins would share, right?
We were off to dinner and then a show. Imagine Cirque de Soleil if all the actors were naked. All of them. Men, women, girls, boys.
All of them. It sure kept the costume costs down. The show started with an incredible acrobatics show. The smallest kids were up the highest and freaking adorable. The show was long too. I couldn't believe how much they did. They had to be dying at the end. I wanted to congratulate them. We walked towards the dressing room. This is a rare time where my status seemed to matter. Every time we got to a security checkpoint, they saw Chris, Grace, or me and waved us right through. Princesses, you know. Watkins and Kira just followed along. We got to the dressing room and there was a last security guard. We asked if she would check if we could come in. She laughed.
"I'm pretty sure it would make their year, but I'll check," said the guard. She disappeared and quickly came back out with the Director.
"You are, of course, welcome to come in," said the Director, a truly gorgeous Asian woman. Tall, trim, just gorgeous. I was a tad curious why she was naked, but hey, mine was not to judge.
"You might want to wait a bit though," said the Director. "They're celebrating a successful show. Celebrating." I laughed. So did Chris and Grace. It was Grace that pushed the door open and led us through.
To one hell of an orgy. Take a large group of acrobats of all ages, get them naked, and tell them to fuck. Some weird shit man. They saw us and damn near stopped in their tracks. I needed to break the ice, but Chris beat me to it.
"We just wanted to complement you on one of the best performances we have ever seen. It was inspiring and impressive," said Chris. "Congratulations and thank you, but we do have one question." They all just stared.
"Can we celebrate with you?" said Chris. With that, she dropped her sundress. Which led to the rest of us stripping. The group came and dragged us in. I immediately found myself laying on my back in the middle of a trampoline. Not exactly. The same bouncy material, but in a circle that was being held up my some of the acrobats. A young man climbed on with me. I remembered him well. Very well. Bronze skin, maybe Lebanese or Egyptian. Unruly longer black hair. Ripped abs, strong legs, and amazing arms.
And a thick 8-inch (20 cm) hard uncut cock. I'd guess 16 years old. I later found out 15.
"May I fuck you?" he asked. "My friends will help." I had no idea what that meant, but hell yes. I smiled and said, "Yes please." Hey, we're polite. He laid down on me and entered me.
Then it started. They threw us up in the air about two feet. We landed and it just drove him into me. We got a motion going. On the way up, he's pull out a bit and when we hit, he hammered home. Higher and higher. More people got into the circle. Higher and higher. We had to be going thirty feet in the air. Ten meters.
High.
Every time we landed, it just powered him deep. After the fourth or fifth bounce, I started cumming. He actually had to hold on to me when we bounced, because I was cumming so hard. I caught out of the corner of my eye that Grace and Chris were bouncing too.
So was Watkins. Except he was face down.
That had to feel good. Finally, we hit, and he started cumming. He was cumming in me while we were flying in the air.
It was amazing. It took me a bit to recover, then I found myself on a small platform, high in the air. Another new friend, who was probably in his early twenties, was sitting on the trapeze bar.
Hard as a rock.
He had me sit down on his cock, facing him, with my legs around him.
Then he put on an entire trapeze show. He bounced in and out as we spun on the trapeze. Again, I kept cumming and just as I could feel he was about to as well, he launched us into space.
Yes, there was a net. But we were really high, so almost his entire cum was in midair.
Then we hit the net.
I was taking up the trapeze. The night just kept going and going. New things. New people. I don't even know how I did some of the things we did. I should have been scared but I was cumming too much and too hard. There was this one girl that took me on the trapeze mid-69.
That was amazing.
Finally, we just wore out and headed back to the room. I'm pretty sure that Kira would have gotten in a bit of trouble for participating, but who was going to punish her?
Oh. We might just have to punish her. Repeatedly.
Poor Watkins was all used up already. I don't think he minded.
We got back to the room and really wanted to fall into bed, but we were hot, sweaty, and sticky. Always a good indication of a successful evening. The room had a huge Jacuzzi tub, so we filled it up, opened a bottle of wine, and climbed right in.
"That was amazing," said Kira.
"Tell me about it," said Watkins. Just then Watkins jumped a bit and then smiled at Kira. Then Kira jumped. Well, Jacuzzis are fun. How handy that I was between Grace and Chris. Fingers for each of them. All four of us girls screamed through an orgasm. Watkins pushed Kira's hand away.
"I just don't have another one in me," said Watkins. Kira smiled at him.
"You will in the morning," said Kira. I think we all moaned. Watkins sure did. We finally got out of the tub and Watkins insisted on drying us each off.
After another orgasm. He's nice that way. We fell into the bed. Yep, the big King bed. We crawled under the covers. Watkins was in the middle and Grace and I were on each side. Chris and Kira were on the outside. I laughed that Kira wanted the spot closest to the door. Keep us safe Kira. The fact that we could all deflect bullets kind of made that superfluous, but she values her job. We all value her job.
Then we drifted off.
Technically we woke up in the morning. I think 1150 counts as morning. Barely. Oh, this is Watkins. Leslie had certainly changed my life for the better. I really love her. Oh, I do, and she knows it, but that's not a bad thing. I'm not intruding on her relationship. For the most part, everybody loves everybody here. Although I do have a special spot in my heart for Leslie.
Then again, Kira and I woke up earlier too. Well, she did. I woke up when she slid down on my cock.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I so want to do this, but I am dying." I hopped up and ran into the bathroom, but Kira caught me and steered me to the big shower. Then she laid down.
Really? I've never done this before but I really had to pee. A lot. She moaned through it all. We rinsed off and then she found a soft spot on the carpet and pushed me onto my back.
And climbed back on. She was energetic. Very energetic. It might have been exacerbated by my fingers and tongue. She just exploded and I filled her up. Then she dragged me back to bed.
Then we woke up everyone else. OK, Chris might have woken up a couple minutes earlier, because right now she is going down on Kira. She looked up and laughed.
"Looks like someone was up early," she said. "Nice job Watkins."
Some of my best work.
Let me back up and tell the story about our training days. Leslie here. I guess three days on the taxiway was a good idea. For Chris and me. Grace was ripping around the 'Ring on hers. That was actually Watkin's graduation for us. Grace wasn't riding her Honda though. She'd gone to Athens on the second day and come back with a Kawasaki Ninja H2R, the fastest production motorcycle made. It's a track only bike, although she could ride it anywhere she wants here. It has a top speed of 249 mph. That's 400 kph. She did say she was nowhere near there yet and hadn't topped 200. She meant mph too. Well sure. We're learning to ride in little circles and she's trying to top 200 mph. That's Grace.
I should back up, though, and tell the story of buying bikes two through four on the list, all from the same seller. We used our extensive research arm, called Google, to find bikes to buy. No, no, we didn't buy Google. Yet. That was a joke. Shit, I'm no funnier than Dad. That's sad.
Well at least that rhymes. Then again, maybe we did buy Google. It is hard to keep track. How crazy is that. We might own Google.
The five of us were all lying back in the bed, in post-coital bliss, after our graduation. We didn't even make it past the apartment at the driver's training facility. It is a nice apartment though. I think Watkins enjoyed himself. To his limits. I think we risk killing him. I don't think he minds.
We were all on our phones when Grace exclaimed that she had found a trifecta.
The aforementioned motorcycles two through four.
"I found them. Three we want," she said, rattling them off. "All from the same seller. All low-mileage and from the pictures, all in perfect condition."
"Where?" asked Chris.
"Wyoming," said Grace. "Muddy Gap, Wyoming, population damn near nothing. Actually, ten miles outside Muddy Gap, which is halfway between Bairoil and Jeffrey City. In other words, bum fuck Wyoming. I just emailed him, and he replied quickly. It's mid-morning there. He sent me a list of the bikes he has. Those three plus another 14. I think we want them all. I made an appointment for 1400 his time. That lets us transfer five cycle pallets to the GFP. He mentioned he has some interesting cars too. I already texted Amy and she and Bob are coming along."
Well that sounds like great fun. We really humped it to get everything ready. OK, OK, we sent a flurry of texts and all that shit happened. Did you imagine Grace, Chris, and me moving one of the cycle pallets? OK, you probably did, and I'll bet we were naked.
Like we were right now. It was handy we were at the airport, and the weather in Muddy Gap was nice. We'd go casual but bring our leathers. Oh no, it appears that Mom and Dad arrived early, and we have an hour to kill. What to do, what to do.
We can share that as worn out as Watkins was, he found two more in him. One for Mom. One for Dad. Oh, we get how sexy they are, but should we be a little offended that he didn't have those in him for us?
Nah. Mom and Dad. Bob and Amy. Yeah, we get it. Details. You always want details.
Small details really. Watkins in the middle of the train then Dad in the middle.
We all helped.
Chris here, for no particular reason other than Leslie and Grace were flying the plane so I could use my phone. Hey, it's not like we could do much else in the 13 minute flight. Oh, be honest, we could, but this time we didn't. We had made sure we had a place to land, although we've learned to imply we have a large truck because explaining the giant airplane is tough. Lawrence did add an amazing new feature that let us land damn near anywhere. Essentially we floated down until the landing gear just kissed the ground. Kissed. As in the entire plane weighed less than ten pounds if you'd put a scale under the landing gear. Then it stopped. The plane automatically kept itself there. It didn't settle completely down at all. When you have antigrav tech and unlimited power, you can do that. Heck, the landing gear don't even need to be on anything. We can drop the stairs onto a helipad at the top of a building that is smaller than the GFP and it will just hang out there, wings over the side of the building.
It does freak people out a little. Especially when you're on the ground. Looking up 60 stories. At a giant plane. Floating.
Anyway, the girls settled the plane down gently straddling his driveway. We walked down the ramp and Kaden was waiting for us. Have you seen the Marlboro Man? Rugged, cowboy hat, sexy as fuck.
Yeah, that wasn't this guy. I kind of had that mental image of the guy from Wyoming. Come on, you did too. This guy looked like a Mormon missionary and I mean no disrespect. I kind of mean it literally. Black shiny pants, white collared shirt, thin black tie, dress shoes. His clothes were a little loose, so I had no idea what was under there, but he was tall and pretty fucking good looking. I doubted I would ever find out more, but hey, we speculate. He shook all our hands, and didn't leer, and seemed genuinely nice, which we enjoyed. I was curious, though, because in each case, he waited until we extended our hands.
Except for Watkins. He knew who we were. The GFP might have been a hint. Probably not our best negotiating tool. Just then a woman walked up. OK, not what I expected either. She looked like the Marlboro man.
Kidding.
She was pretty normal. Late twenties, like he appeared to be, dressed in a cute dress that would be a perfect business casual dress in an upscale office. I have to say she was damn good looking too. Dark blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and held by just a red ribbon that matched the accents in her dress. I don't have the eye that others do, but I was pretty sure it was Zara. My guess was C, or maybe D cup breasts. I'd be more than willing to do additional research.
"Nice C-112," she said. "You don't see them often out her in the wilds of Wyoming." Well, no. I liked her. We did the introductions again and she was Paige. We found out they really weren't from Wyoming. Well, they were, originally. They had a startup tech company in Silicon Valley, and this ranch was her father's. He had passed away recently and they were trying to sell anything of value. The ranch itself was for sale, but they didn't expect any offers. They were really open and funny, and we liked them. They didn't even seem that surprised that the President of the United States was standing in their driveway wearing a terrycloth romper. Then again, so was Kira.
Dad was intrigued. I love that look he gets. I didn't know whether it was focused on his tech startup or the ranch or both. Or maybe he had gas. Who the fuck knows with Dad?
"We do appreciate your interest in the motorcycles. We have a number more than we put in that first advertisement if you have any interest. Dad was a collector and took it really seriously. Neither of us even rides," said Paige. "This could really make or break our company. All the money goes right into it."
Damn they were adorable. They led the way into a broken down barn.
Holy fuck. It might have looked like a broken down barn on the outside, but not on the freaking inside. It was a motorcycle and car nut's dream. It was freaking huge. As in size of a three football fields huge. There were motorcycles and cars as far as you could see.
You should see the grin on Mom, Dad, and Watkin's faces. The garage was setup in themes almost. The motorcycles were in one large corner. Large. They were broken down into modern bikes, older Japanese bikes, and even older antique bikes. The car section had themes too. One section was rare European cars, including a freaking Miura. Another was sixties muscle cars. Another was trucks, from El Caminos, to a huge variety of pickup trucks, up to odd specialty trucks. Some looked like they might even be for preppers. There was a section of quirky Asian cars. Another section of truly old cars and trucks.
I took a minute to quickly count. I wasn't perfect, but over fifty motorcycles, easily two hundred cars, and a dozen or so bigger trucks.
A freaking fortune.
We all just stared at them.
"Tell us about the ranch," said Dad. We all just kind of looked at him. We had all of this in front of us, and he was asking about the ranch. Oh. Sure. Why not?
They started and then Dad stopped them.
"Your dad was Phillip Anschutz, right?" asked Dad. Who the fuck was Phillip Anschutz? She just smiled and agreed. "And you're the CEO of Artificial Mind and you're the CTO." Apparently she was the CEO and he was the CTO of a start-up and Dad knew all this.
Hey, Dad is a pretty self-deprecating guy, but he's one fucking smart guy too. He's the King, right?
"OK, let's change the conversation," said Dad. "In parts. First, are you selling all of this because you need investment money in your company? If so, would you prefer to keep any or all of it? Lastly, if you could find a single investor that could put a favorable package together for your company that preserved your ownership and control, would it affect what you chose to sell?"
They both laughed and Paige responded. OK, we all appreciated that. Well, we all appreciated Paige. And Kaden. Hey, I'd scoped him out more. There was something special under those clothes.
"OK, in order. Yes, we are selling all of this because we want to invest the money in our company. No, we don't want to keep any of it, because this just isn't our lifestyle. Lastly, as you put it, if we could find a dream investor that would do what you described, we'd probably fuck them to death, but no one is going to do that."
"We'll take it all. Motorcycles, cars, and the ranch," said Mom. "We'll invest in your company in exactly the way that Bob just said. Should we strip here or find a bedroom? Let's finish the deal and then we can declare the entire ranch a consulate." Well, given they both smiled and scoped all of us out, this appeared to be going well. Oh, and Kaden got hard. Then again, so did Dad and Watkins. And everyone moaned.
Dad closed the deal quickly then we gave them an extensive tour of the GFP.
Extensive.
Then we toured the house we bought. Well, you do have to christen them.
And christen it we did. Kaden has skills. I have experienced those skills. So have Mom, Leslie, Grace, Dad, Kira, Watkins. In that order. Oh wait. He finished with Paige.
That's seven if you lost count. Dad matched him and ended with Mom. Watkins did too.
And ended with Kira. Hmm.
Grace here just because. We worked this morning to figure out where the motorcycles we chose were built. We wanted factory tours especially if they had a museum. OK, by worked this morning we meant asking Mary Lou, who involved the whole team. What we knew was:
To our surprise we found out we owned Ducati. What a weird thing to learn. It was part of Lamborghini which is part of Audi which is part of VW which is part of the Dionysus Auto Group.
You know. Belen.
When we told her we were visiting the plant she wanted to go, so we decided to do that first. We decided to do it very low-key and signed up for a factory tour. We had two motorcycle factories to see in Italy, so we signed up our house in Venice. It wasn't exactly close, but we weren't exactly flying coach either. We took Mom's E-101. It was perfect for this and damn nice. Belen met us in Robertville and rode with us. We landed at our vineyard and offloaded a nice Audi RS-Q7. We had rebadged it because we didn't want to explain driving an SUV that Audi didn't actually make yet.
Particularly one that flies.
We had an hour before the Ducati tour, so we got going. We were all comfortably casual and Belen had camped it up a bit. A disguise I guess. She did love to visit this way. Everyone underestimated her. Oh, we got it. All of us were underestimated. A lot.
We landed down the road and drove into the lot and parked. It was a fairly small plant and all of us except Watkins were fluent in Italian. He suffered from American syndrome. Just kidding but it felt like that sometimes. We got our tickets and it turned out there was only one other group with us. They were a family from, of all places, Chicago. What are the odds. Howard and Anita were both into motorcycles and the two kids rode dirt bikes. Terri was their 11-year-old daughter and Bradley was their 10-year-old son. Nice people. Howard wanted a Ducati. Anita wanted a vacation in Italy. The end of the tour was delivery for him. It also was for us, but our tour guide didn't know yet since I just got the text from Amy Lou.
I did see Bradley lean over and whisper something in Belen's ear and she let out a laugh and smiled at him.
The tour was really interesting. He did it in English which was fine with all of us. I think he assumed we were American which I guess we are. He was also a misogynistic twit. He directed his entire conversation to Watkins and Howard. Several of us girls tried to ask questions and he either ignored us or responded to the men. We were both used to it and unwilling to accept it, but Belen waved us off.
OK kiddo. You handle it.
"Excuse me but your behavior is unacceptable," said Belen, in Italian. "We are just as interested in the tour as the people with penises. These three are picking up their new Ducati's at the end of the tour. I would strongly suggest you treat them well."
Oh boy. This wasn't going to go well. He laughed. He actually laughed.
"I have been giving this tour for thirty years," he said. "There is no way these little girls could even ride one of our machines let alone afford to purchase one."
To my surprise, this made Bradley laugh. We all turned to him.
"You speak Italian?" I asked.
"We all do," said Terri. "We are proud of our roots. All of our grandparents are Italian."
Chris cocked her head.
"Bullshit," said Chris. "OK, maybe it is true, but I can tell your parents didn't understand Italian and both of you are following me just fine and probably didn't even notice I switched to Spanish."
Terri and Bradley looked at each other and laughed.
"You know exactly who we are, don't you," said Chris, this time in Mandarin. OK let's see how this goes.
"Of course," replied Bradley. Oh, nice touch. Yoruba. A tonal language from Nigeria. Try harder little guy.
"Nice touch," said Belen in Swahili. All six of us that followed the conversation laughed. Only the four people standing there that were adults were just staring.
Yeah sure.
But Belen wasn't done. You knew that. Suddenly an older man approached us at a fast walk approaching a run. Our tour guide looked shocked.
"I am Claudio, the CEO of Ducati," said the new guy, in English. "I had no idea you were visiting. Welcome to you all."
It clearly confused the tour guide because he said all this to Belen.
"No, you didn't," replied Belen, sticking with English. "But I certainly expected to be treated as more than a bothersome child."
I think our guide was trying to disappear at this point.
"This man was condescending and dismissive. I do not like that," said Belen. "It is not the culture of our company."
"Our company, little girl?" said the guide.
Rut roh. Watch out for the fireworks. No, I was impressed with Belen's calm. Bradley burst out laughing.
"Domo, be quiet," said the CEO. "You need this job and you are close to this young woman firing you and maybe me."
"Firing us?" he said, in Italian. "This child. Sure."
We just waited it out.
"These three young women are princesses of Dionysus," said Claudio. "You didn't recognize the President of the United States?" Oh my. Tour guide dude looked a little worried now. Chris was in a romper. We could excuse that one.
"This young woman is the CEO and sole owner of the Dionysus Auto Group," said Claudio. "In other words, she is our boss." He turned to Belen.
"Please accept my sincere apologies. We have provided Domo with some latitude due to his age and his length of tenure, but this is not our company. Not at all. Your wish is my command."
In other words, should he fire Domo or not.
"I think Domo should have dinner with our group tonight. Our treat. It will give him an opportunity to understand the world is changing and made up of many powerful young men and women," said Belen. "We have reservations at Scacco Macco. We will add you Domo. Our new friends are welcome too."
Domo gasped.
"You can't mean that restaurant. It is very expensive," said Domo. Oh, we couldn't stop ourselves. We all laughed. Even Claudio. The entire other family. Everyone laughing.
We had all figured out by now that Bradley and Terri went to our Chicago school. I don't think Howard and Anita quite knew who we were other than the languages were a tip off. Well, they did recognize Chris.
"I will ride with you in our vehicle," said Belen. "My friends will ride their new motorcycles."
Dinner really surprised me. Domo was funny. Seriously funny. He was a different person. You could tell he was surprised at first, but he quickly understood that we were both wildly unusual and absolutely normal. I'm sure you follow what I mean. And no, we weren't doing anything with Domo. Good grief. It was just educational for him and it worked. A small win in a changing world. He left a little earlier than our group.
"Would you like to stop by our home for a bit?" asked Belen to our new family of friends. They all agreed that would be wonderful. Belen didn't mention that our home was in Venice. They rolled with it. That made me laugh. We fetched the E-101, which startled our new friends, but we loaded their rental car and Howard's Ducati onto the plane with ours. As we were coming in for a landing, Terri commented that they had never been to Venice.
It is pretty recognizable. I'll bet no one mentioned the entire engineering crew that was living in the house. They're focusing on the biggest problem Venice has.
It's sinking. Kyra and Josh are here. Scout and Sonny are with them. I think Scout and Sonny got the better end of the deal. They've been going on winery tours while Kyra and Josh work. I did have to laugh, though. They're not recognizable. That means they can be mystery shoppers.
Antonio has picked up six more vineyards in the three weeks they have been here.
We had more fun. I am sure you're tired of all the non-stop sex.
Oh, who am I kidding. Really though, it wasn't anything formal. No games. No drawings. No naked Twister. Not even s'mores. We pushed the furniture in the living room back to the walls, stripped, and fucked. And fucked. Me, I enjoyed Scout and Josh and Bradley and...
Well, if they have a cock, it was fucking me. I'm pretty sure that Chris, Leslie, and Belen had the same experience. I was impressed with the boys, given they also played with each other. I ended up in bed with Chris and Watkins. I did laugh when Terri climbed in and laid right down on me and fell asleep. Bradley did the same to Chris.
Neither one of us minded. We ended up just playing around the house for a day, including our friends. They didn't have a huge sense of urgency to get home and we offered to drop them, so they cancelled their reservations. Why fly commercial when one of us will drop you off?
Our next stop is Moto Guzzi in Mandello del Lario. Belen said she had never been, but knew it was on Lake Como. That sounds fun. She even said that she had arranged for a place for all of us to stay. We'd add Josh, Sonny, Scout, and Kyra to our group. She gave us all very strict instructions. We're a big family. All cousins enjoying the tour. She and Leslie were supposed to dress young. In other words, their actual age. It would all fall apart if anyone recognized Chris, so she dressed seriously young. Braided pigtails, shorts and a loose T. The whole thing.
We all understood. Belen wanted to hide herself. Given she was in overall shorts, with a frilly pink t-shirt, and pink Nikes, she was going to pull it off. She may be 11, but she didn't look over 8. Then again, Chris managed to pull off about 10. Our chances were low. Let's face it, with Leslie, we're a pretty famous four. Belen shared that she had an interest in acquiring Moto Guzzi and was trying to go in undercover.
Finally, we decided to split up. Josh, Sonny, and Belen would go in by themselves and the rest of us would go on the next tour. They were every 20 minutes, so not exactly a hardship. I'll pass the pen to Belen.
I'd already made an offer, through an intermediary. If they know it is me, they try for a higher price. Often I just remind them that they would not have access to ion power.
It's kind of a game changer, you know. Belen with the pen.
After our experience with Domo, I thought we had a chance. The odds were high that it would be some older near retiree, or even a retiree.
I really did camp it up. I was going to be pouty too and whine a bit about wasting a day looking at stupid motorcycles. Nothing makes an adult forget you faster than a good whine.
We didn't get a docent or retiree. They do their tours with the engineers as tour guides. That's really innovative and I loved it. Josh, thankfully, is into bikes, although he owns a Honda. He has lusted over a Moto Guzzi.
Which is kind of silly. All he had to do was ask. When we get home, I'd have a nice Ducati delivered. That should make him happy until I can close this deal and give him a nice Moto Guzzi too. Luckily I can think to both Josh and Sonny, so I was feeding questions. Sonny managed to look bored too, which led the engineer to focus entirely on Josh.
Yay.
The thing is that it was all a big waste of effort, for two reasons. The tour guide, who is the lead engineer on new models, was outstanding. Regardless of how annoying I was, he was professional and included me in the conversation. I finally stopped being an ass, pretty early in the tour. We finally got to the end where one of us got to start a new bike.
Clearly that was going to be Josh. Our guide turned to me.
"Are you sure you don't want to do it Belen?" he asked. I'm sure my look was shock. He laughed and then we all laughed.
"You would have fooled most of our engineers," he said. "The pigtails and attitude was a nice touch. Where you messed up was stopping. Suddenly you were just a nice kid that listened. That's when the lightbulb went on for me. Or maybe it was the President of the United States in shorts and a t-shirt in the next tour group." He pointed across the factory and it was easy to see the other group.
I just shrugged.
"You do realize that we're all involved in the discussions?" he said. "We're a collaborative, open company. The decision involves us all, from the bottom to the top. So, tell me. Why should we agree to this buyout?"
"Because we intend to leave you alone and give you access to our ion tech. Our salary scales are over three times your current base and our bonus plans are stratospheric. So basically, you'll have the same company, a hell of a lot more money, access to ion tech, and a virtually unlimited R&D budget. You'll also have access to technology and assistance throughout the motor group."
"Lastly, I think I run a company of happy people. I encourage you to use your network to find anyone in the group and talk to them. All of you. It is a tight industry. We have no secrets. I'll introduce you and the team to anyone you want, but every single employee in the group is aware that if a competitor calls, they can freely answer any questions about the working environment," I added.
"Any competitor?" he asked. "Isn't there some risk if you're not buying them?"
"Nope," said Belen. "Our world is different. Massively different. It's fun, it's lucrative, and we have a hell of a good time. It's just cool. So, if a competitor finds all that out, what are they going to do? They don't have the tech. They can't pay as well. They don't have R&D money. They'll either get jealous, or approach us about an acquisition. Toyota is a perfect example. They were too expensive, so I passed. I encouraged them to keep talking to people throughout our team. They did and that, combined with their stock tanking since we didn't buy them caused them to come back to the table."
"So, if I wanted to speak to the CEO of Ducati, you could arrange that?" he asked. "Or their chief engineer?"
"Sure, but I don't need to," I said. "Google their phone number. Call the main number and tell them exactly who you are and ask for them. Talk to them both. They'll take your call. They'll take anyone's call."
He just stared at me. I think he wanted to challenge me, but instead he pulled out his phone and looked up the number. He dialed and asked for the CEO. He was connected right through. He asked some perfunctory questions and we could hear Claudio laugh.
"Put me on speaker," said Claudio.
"Just close the deal Belen. They'll love it," said Claudio, to laughter from Sonny and Josh. The rest of our group heard it too, because they realized we'd been busted and joined us.
So, we did.
So much more to this story. I'll finish it in another entry.
Another fucking planet, but that's a little later in this story. This is Jameis. They are so much farther along than I realized. I was aware of Nan's research, so I didn't know any more than the whole world knew.
Now I do. Now I strongly believe we need to shut the fuck up. Eventually, but not yet.
I only knew of the weird jump ships that they showed in their research papers and we've all seen on television. That's not what we used. We met at Tegan's house. I just realized I called it Tegan's house, not Luca's house. I like living here. Tegan and Nan are the primary researchers. So, I was going to Tegan's house. Yes, Luca is an associate researcher. Good for him. It's Tegan's work.
Now, that is all fine, but I probably would have anyway. I go to Amy's house, or Ruby's house. We're kind of a matriarchal society. I think it is why we're nice.
I walked in and Maite was already there. All three of them were naked. Then again, Carlina and Gabe were there too, and they were naked.
"You started without me?" I whined. Yes, whined. For effect. I think. At least Maite laughed.
"You are the most beautiful woman on the planet. Soon to be another planet. No offense Tegan. You're beautiful too," I said. That got me a hug and a kiss. From Maite.
And Tegan.
"Hey, what about me?" said Luca.
"You just want the hug and a kiss," said Tegan.
"Well, yeah," said Luca, laughing. So, he got his hug and kiss. So did Carlina and Gabe.
We're huggers. And kissers.
"But why are you all naked? I know, we're always naked, but we're going to another planet," I said. What a weird sentence to write.
"We don't wear clothes on Nibiru," said Tegan. "We don't even take any with us."
I think I like this planet. But seriously, Nibiru?
So, I did the only thing I could think to do. I stripped. Tegan led us outside and into her E-82. For some reason she had Maite and me get into the pilots' seats. OK, no problem. We all got strapped in. Did I mention that Gabe and Carlina joined us?
Darn it. OK, I couldn't sell that.
Gabe and Carlina!!!
That I could sell.
"Nibiru standard landing zone," said Tegan. "Engage."
Suddenly the view out the front changed. In a heartbeat. From the Mediterranean to an incredible view. We had a huge open lawn leading to an ocean. To the left there was forest. To the right, the open grassy area wrapped around a cove and disappeared into the distance.
Just ahead of us, to the left, was a single wide. Mobile home. I turned and looked at Tegan.
"That's about the biggest thing we can jump right now. Pretty soon we'll go bigger," said Tegan. "It's not the tech, it's power delivery. It's not even power. We can generate plenty of power but moving the power from the ion multiplier to the jump node is melting everything we use. We think we're close using pure roentgenium but getting to the level of purity has been a challenge."
"I don't remember the chemistry that well, but as I recall roentgenium is both a synthetic element and extremely radioactive," I said. "That seems insurmountable."
"True. Until we came to Nibiru," said Tegan. "The periodic table goes a lot farther here. All of the synthetic elements exist in nature here, and none are radioactive. So far we've discovered another 215 elements beyond those we have previously discovered."
I just stared at her.
"All of that is interesting and shit," said Carlina. "But the atmosphere has almost double the oxygen of ours. It is a simply incredible place to fuck. Y'all need to get your priorities right."
She has a point. She's also naked. And pretty wet.
We dropped the doors and walked out. Did I mention that everything that would have been green on Earth was blue here? A tough blue to describe. No, wait, an easy color to describe.
Smurf blue. If that doesn't mean anything to you, google Smurf. Perfectly safe for work.
The water was super clear, and you could see the bottom. Except the water is pink. It works better than you think, given the sky is light green.
The funny thing is your first reaction is to be startled, but your brain just kinds of accepts it after that.
But think of the impact on song lyrics.
I might be wandering. We walked out and the grass was the softest thing I have ever felt in my life and I wear cashmere underwear. Cashmere is scratchy by comparison. I leaned down and rubbed it and Tegan laughed.
I also felt a nice hard cock press against my ass.
"Stop it Gabe," said Carlina, in her stern Carlina voice. I am fearful of stern Carlina. She turned to me.
"You should be," said Carlina, in a snarl. Then she laughed. Thank God she laughed. Then they all laughed and were looking at my crotch.
"She scared you soft," said Maite, walking up to me. Then she took my cock in her hand and stroked it a bit.
Not soft anymore.
"Don't forget everyone," said Tegan. "First time jumpers."
Maite and I just looked at her.
"This planet has ancient rituals. OK, several week old rituals. A first time jumper gets the focused attention of everyone else in the group. If there are two, they share that focus, but are expected to initiate each other to Nibiru. For example, I brought Bob and Jesse through at the same time."
OK, we all moaned imagining that.
Tegan just waved her arm across the open field.
Maite turned and kissed me and pulled me to the ground and right in. It was the most passionate coupling we have ever had. It was intimate, it was loving, it was extremely athletic. We had energy we've never had before. I lasted and lasted, even thought it was my first, and so did Maite, for a bit.
Then she didn't. She levitated, taking me with her, and vibrated at a pace I didn't know a human could vibrate.
Can you guess what it did to me? I kept spurting and spurting. Fifteen times. Thirty times. It was powerful to the point of almost painful. My cum leaked out. And out. I finally pulled out and still wasn't done. A solid seven or eight more spurts, all with a volume of a first cum, first spurt. Maite was leaking a river of cum and just covered with it too.
"Your mess," growled Carlina. I think it took about two hours. Best two hours of my life. Once I had licked it all off, kissing it to her, I went down on her to sucked all my cum out. Did I mention that I did this while kneeling over her and she was sucking my cock? I had most of it out and just latched onto her clit and sucked.
She bucked me off she came so hard. Just as I started to cum.
There was not a person in our group that was free from a lot of my cum.
"Your mess," growled Carlina. "Maite can help."
And she did.
Somehow it resulted in my getting fucked by Gabe while Maite got fucked by Luca.
Then they traded. The purpose of this planet appears to be sex and I'll be honest. I'm OK with that. Did you pay attention to the people I'm with? Then again, if it was just Maite, I'd be just as happy. Or more.
We finally just wore out and fell asleep on the amazing grass. Maite was lying on me at the time, which seemed like a win. In fact, all the women were lying on their partner.
We finally woke up after a few hours, hungry, and it was dark.
But still comfortably warm.
"What's the temperature range?" I asked.
"24," said Tegan. "75 American. Whatever that's called."
"That's a huge variation. It must get really cold soon," I said. Tegan laughed.
"No," said Tegan. "That's the temperature. 24 Celsius. All the time. We think it is the atmosphere, but there is so much we have to learn."
"It's a pretty nice atmosphere, but it is more than just increased oxygen," I said.
"About 5% of the nitrogen is replaced with oganesson," said Tegan.
"Not remembering that one," I said.
"A synthetic Nobel element, predicted to be reactive, which is weird, and it is not, and solid, which it is also not," said Luca. "Only 5 atoms had ever been synthesized."
"I remember," I said. "Isn't there a dispute over 5 or 6 atoms."
"Not anymore," said Luca. "We cleared that up."
Of course, they did.
We stumbled inside and the entire mobile home was a huge bathroom, a small kitchen, and a table.
"No bedrooms?" I asked and they all laughed. Even Maite.
"You're cute," she said, walking over and giving me a tender kiss. Which led to me getting hard. Maite started pulling me over to the table.
"Outside!" shouted everyone else. Then Tegan yelled "jinx" but pushed us out the door before payback.
I made love to Maite and it was incredible. Just the two of us, on the softest grass ever, that was blue, on another planet.
You can't make this stuff up. We finally went back inside and there was a huge salad buffet set out. It was awesome. I love lobster and crab. We all love lobster and crab. I ate lobster off Maite's nipple. Then I had crab off Luca's cock. Which made him cum. They made me swallow.
No stains in the single wide.
We finally wore out and spent the night out on the grass. It was the best night's sleep I have ever had in my life. We all finally woke up, still sticky. Showers were our first step.
"That was the best night's sleep I have ever had," I said. "Although Maite sleeping on me might have been the reason."
"It's not," said Tegan. Then she laughed. "OK, maybe it is part of it. Maybe I'll have to test that theory though. There is something about this planet that is rejuvenating. We have it to ourselves this weekend, but on many nights you'll pop over and there are a hundred or more people spread out, asleep. Naked. It's quite a sight. Many of us will jump over just to take a nap. And to fuck. That's kind of a thing. If you come over to sleep, you cum too. If you're here asleep, then you're up for it with anyone else. At least one cum before you go home. I know you noticed that it seems to increase your volume. It also increases stamina. The last time we were here, Luca came 28 times in less than 12 hours."
Tegan finally leaned over and pushed my jaw closed.
Twenty. eight.
"And the volume increases with each one," said Tegan.
"We like it here," laughed Luca. Luca was also hard. Very hard. I did the only thing I could do.
I rolled over onto my knees. Gabe slid under me.
Hot damn. We weren't wasting them anymore. I do have to learn to not try to swallow it all. When Gabe came, he flooded my mouth. Oh no, more for us all to lick up. Luca came in my ass and filled me like I have never been filled before then he pulled out and kept cumming. I'd guess at least a liter and yes you read that right.
We were all covered.
"Careful," said Tegan. "We found there is a limit to how much cum you should swallow at once. You'll feel it. Don't push past it. It's not pleasant. I know from experience."
We finally showered most of it off, which seemed so wrong. I'll keep this entry short, but I set a personal record of 22. I'd have to practice. It wasn't my ability to cum. It was purely friction. I wore out my cock. Tegan realized and apologized.
"We should have brought cream for that. I'll make sure it is stocked here," said Tegan. Sure, sure, cream so my cock won't get worn when I'm fucking so much.
It kind of makes sense.
We spent a glorious weekend. They are all such amazing people. None as amazing as Maite. Just as we were getting on the plane, Maite turned to me.
"Let's come back. Just the two of us," she said. She laughed at my smile.
"I'll take that as a yes," she said, taking the time to stroke my cock a little. Then she pushed me on the plane.
Benji here. I'll be damned. Things changed fast. I was thrilled I met Tegan, because I had ideas. Right now, they're picking me up so we can talk. I'm not sure who exactly is coming, but she mentioned Nan. Yay!
They just landed. I'm at school today. I don't think anyone mentioned I'm in the master's program in Physics. Come on. That's not a surprising thing anymore. I'm sure you're wondering why Josh and I are so smart. I won't tell the story but will mention that sometimes you have to do things you don't want to do when you're homeless.
Although I admit I usually enjoyed it.
OMG. Tegan brought the whole team. Tegan, Nan, Luca, Natalie, and Ty. Hell yes, I know who they are. They're freaking famous.
Physics, remember? They're my idols. Oh, Josh knew too. He's not as into physics as I am, but close.
And they're all here. They're laughing, probably because I am jumping up and down. I introduced myself. They didn't need to. Josh introduced himself too.
"Let me have your phone," said Tegan. I'll do anything Tegan tells me.
"Oh yes you will," said Tegan. "Yes, you will. You too Josh."
I don't exactly know what she meant, but Josh handed her his phone. She handed his to Nan and they both made some changes and handed them back.
There was a new icon on the lock screen. It was a small logo. Right above it was the word Inner. Right below it was the word Circle.
I've read the journal. So has Josh. It's intoxicating. I know what inner circle means. Tegan waved me to lean down. I'm tall. She's not.
Then she kissed me. It was one hell of a kiss. We finally broke free and I realized that Josh had just finished kissing Nan. Oh surprise. We're both hard now.
"Before we chat," said Nan. "I think we need to release a little energy and stress." I wasn't quite sure what she meant, again, but given she chose that moment to drop her sundress to the floor, I was able to deduce the direction.
Tegan doing the same thing confirmed my hypothesis. So, I stripped. We all stripped. We are on the roof of Akira's house, so as you can imagine, Akira, Camron, and Mona are with us. It got a little wild. For some reason I am pretty popular. Probably because we're new. I don't know and I don't care.
It was my first time with Nan. I was a little surprised she could handle it. Then I saw her with Josh. That young woman has skills.
This may all end in a day, but I am enjoying that day.
Josh here. I need to back up. Maybe it is meaningless to anyone else, but it is amazing to Benji and me. Let's start with the Phoenix game. They freaking treated us like one of the team. They even hazed us for being rookies.
It was wonderful. Do what you want guys. I got two minutes in an NBA game yesterday. I'm a king now. OK, maybe not, but for a Thirties-year-old father that was homeless, things were moving pretty fast. I would have told you that it was all bullshit, except see above.
We're fucking in school. I have to be careful with profanities, don't I, because yes, we're in school and we're also fucking in school. We have even made a small circle of friends already. Some are around my age. Some are around Benji's age. Some aren't near either of us in age.
And nobody freaking cares. Benji couldn't have lunch with me yesterday because he had lunch with the head of the physics department. I don't know what they were talking about, but the head of the physics department is a simply stunning woman. A 13-year-old young woman. With her PhD. In Physics. And her PhD in Sociology. Last I saw them, they were heading down the hall to the wrestling rooms. Holding hands. Professors are different here. So supportive.
I had lunch with my classmate Melissa. We're in several classes together and really hit it off. No one seems to care that she is a Twenties-year-old Vietnamese woman. Not girl. Young woman. I'm catching myself but doing better. OK, I have to go on a tangent here, even though I'm supposed to be going back to the Phoenix game.
You see Melissa asked me to dinner last night.
"I'm afraid I can't. I don't have a sitter for Benji," I said. Melissa laughed.
"Benji. The kid kicking our asses in astrophysics," she said. "Have you met Nan?" That was a weird segue.
"Of course," I said.
"Do you think she needs a babysitter to stay at home alone?" asked Melissa. I laughed.
"I wouldn't think so," I said.
"Then why does Benji? He's older than Nan," said Melissa. "Now you're welcome to bring him and the invitation always included him, but that's your call. I know you and your brother are close."
"Very close," she added, laughing. OK, we'd taken a break at lunch and had a bit of a threesome. But I needed to clear something up.
"I need to clear something up. I hope it doesn't matter, and I don't think it should, but there is some confusion," I said. "Benji isn't my brother. He's my son."
"Cool," said Melissa. "That means you got a girl pregnant when you were nine. Powerful man. Powerful cum. OK, I'm teasing, but you're right, it doesn't matter. At all. I have to laugh, because sometimes I would see flashes of that relationship. You just ooze love for Benji, and he does the same with you. The funny thing is that it really jumped out in the wrestling room when he was fucking you in the ass and I was underneath. It was just a sense. A love. I've never felt anything like it, and I was just close to it."
"You sure it was just because you were close to it?" I asked. She looked at me, clearly confused.
"What do you mean?" she said. I just waited her out.
"Oh," she said, softly. "That's a turn of events, but a nice one. We'll see. If it is true, it is a trio."
"Ya think?" I said, laughing. Just then Benji walked up.
"You two look happy. We're you thinking about me?" he asked, laughing.
"Yes," said Melissa, to Benji's surprise.
"He just told me that he was dragging you to dinner with us tonight because he didn't have a babysitter," said Melissa, in the most disdainful voice. Now those are some serious acting chops.
"Yeah, that's going to be rough," said Benji. "But I got it covered. I'm going to have dinner with the head of the physics department. She can be my babysitter."
"Well there you go," said Melissa. "But we really did want you to come. How about a double-date?"
"I'll have to ask Kassidy," said Benji. "It's only our second date and our first date was lunch today." Just then Kassidy walked up and hooked her arm around Benji. Damn they're adorable.
"Thanks," said Kassidy. Yeah, I'm getting used to it.
"Were you talking about me?" said Kassidy.
"Yes," said Melissa. "We were invited you and Benji on a double-date tonight."
"And what did Benji say?" said Kassidy.
"He said he needed to discuss it with you first," said Melissa.
"As he should," said Kassidy, in a serious tone. "Sure, that sounds good. I've got to run, but you work out the details and let me know when to be where." Then she looked a Melissa funny.
"You're being cruel," said Kassidy. "Tell them." With that, she skipped away. Of course, the head of the Physics department was skipping across campus. After all, she is 13. Melissa turned to us.
"I didn't want to freak you out. It's no big deal," said Melissa. "I invited my parents to join us."
"That's fine," responded Benji. "We appreciate your thinking about us, but it really wasn't necessary. We'd both love to meet your parents."
"Speak for yourself," I said. They both laughed.
"Dude, if she wanted you stand on your head on the table tonight, naked, and jacking off, the only thing you would ask was who should you cum on," said Benji.
"Ok," I said. "You have me there." Melissa rolled her eyes.
"Now I have a huge dilemma. We are going to my favorite restaurant. I so want to tell you to do that and see if you will, but you know we'd get banned from the restaurant. Do I like the place that much to pass up this opportunity?" said Melissa.
"Save the restaurant. You'll know the right place and time to have him do it," said Benji. "You'll know. Although if we ever have a really bad restaurant experience, I'd look out Josh."
"Sure," I said. "Jail and a registered sex offender. A perfect date."
"Wouldn't be a problem on campus, dude," said Melissa. She did have me there. We all had places to go, so we broke up and agreed to meet at 1600.
Why did I go on this tangent? Oh yeah, the babysitter. Yeah, things are different now.
Let's try this again. So, we're on the team plane, flying to Phoenix and everyone is just treating us as teammates. It's a little overwhelming. I keep waiting for Ashton Kutcher to hop out and tell us we're being punked.
Then Ashton Kutcher showed up. Seriously. We walked on the plane and he was standing there talking to Mona. You have got to be shitting me.
Camron is mean. He really is. Somehow he had convinced Ashton Kutcher to be on the team plane as a joke. We both got to meet him, and he is such a nice guy. His wonderful wife Mila was with him too. It turned out they love the Warriors and Camron let them sit on the bench.
Our teammates were so great though. They showed us how to get to music on our phones and watch any NBA game we wanted. The phones are amazing, but I am sure you know all about them. It is the fastest way to know someone is involved, somehow, with Dionysus. You have a phone no one else has.
We have phones! We were never going to have phones.
We got to the hotel and they split us up. I wasn't sure I liked it, but they put Benji with Steph. Like I was going to make him pass that up. I got put in with Kevon Looney and it was clearly on purpose. I am a project, even if it is for just a few days. Kevon's going to help me.
Damn. That means Steph is going to help Benji. Damn straight. You'd think they'd treat us, or at least Benji, as mascots but they didn't, at all. Then again, no one would ever believe Benji's age, particularly once you've talked to him. We hung out at libraries. We read everything.
Pari put us through tests this morning and we both have our high school diplomas now.
Well of course we do. Homeless yesterday. High school grad NBA player today.
Just an average day. Then again, I met people like Pari and Tegan and Akira and Camron.
You get the idea. Most of them are different because of their mental abilities. We get that. We're also weird physically. We just are. Two people named Elena and Frida were coming tomorrow to meet with us.
Pari laughed and told us we would like them. She actually sat us down and explained that if we were attracted to either or both of them, we should come out and politely say it. You can be vague or specific, she said, just be honest. Her one piece of advice, which she said is a deal breaker, is that we should always say please.
She also shared that knowing Elena and Frida, they might beat Benji and me to it. Oh, and that they were both under 18.
Lunch appears to be fun here.
I know I am wandering around. There is just so much happening. Right now, we're headed to the team bus to go to the stadium. Another bus that flies, of course. We went into the locker room and they had our uniforms, so that seemed positive.
"Josh and Benji, we want to see how you play off of each other," said Coach. "We're going to rest some folks a little too, since we should be able to win this one pretty easily. Josh, I know you're used to being the small forward, but I'm going to move you to the other wing. The 2. That compensates for Benji being a little smaller at the point."
"Growing as fast as I can Coach," said Benji, to laughter from everyone. Coach looked at Benji funny and then at me. He waved us over to the height markings on the wall. He turned to the trainer.
"You had Benji at 5'7" and Josh at 6'5" yesterday, right?" asked Coach. The trainer nodded. Coach pointed at the markings. We couldn't see, of course.
"That can't possibly be right," said the trainer. He had us move out.
"I should be right at 5'11"," he said. Coach nodded.
"Holy shit," said the trainer. "What the fuck."
"What's going on?" asked Benji. Yeah, I wanted to know too.
"We measure you Benji at a hair over 6'0"," said Coach.
"What!" we both shouted. I heard Benji mutter it under his breath and smile at me. I'd pay up later. I almost laughed, because Coach clearly heard it too and smirked.
"How tall is Josh?" asked Benji. Coach and the trainer looked at each other.
"6'10"," said Coach.
"Wow," said Benji and me together. This time I got it out first. Quietly. Maybe not quietly enough. Mona heard me and smiled. Yeah, they were in the locker room and no one cared.
"Listen. We can't deal with this now," said Coach. "We need to get onto the court. I'm going to switch things up. Josh your ball handling is outstanding too. Instead of play 1-2, play 1-1. Everyone else listen up. On the outlet pass, make the best pass, to either Benji or Josh. Whichever one of you gets it plays the 1 for that play and the other plays the 2. Play calls. Everything. Switch positions. Josh, you have several inches on their 2 now and almost 9 inches on their 1. Use that. Benji, you're as fast, or faster, than their 1 and lightspeed faster than their 2. One other thing. You can both leap. Use it. Benji, could you stuff before today?"
"Sometimes," said Benji. "I missed more than I made."
"Something tells me your vertical leap might have improved too," said Coach. "Try a pick and roll and run to the basket. Josh, feed him. See what happens. Run it the other way too."
Everyone else on the team had listened intently.
"This is going to be awesome," said Steph, as we walked out to the court. I hope he's right. I whispered to Benji to not show any leaps in warmups. He laughed and said he'd already thought of it.
"Surprises are fun," said Benji. "This whole thing is one damn big surprise."
That it is.
Warmups went well and it was game time. We all walked out onto the court. I lined up against Devin Booker. He looked confused.
"You're supposed to be 6'5", he said. I just smiled. "Doesn't matter. You're toast little boy." I just smiled again. I'm just having fun dude. I could see Benji jawing with Ricky Rubio too. They were damn near the same height and Rubio is 6'3". Did he grow on the way out to the court?
Surely not.
We won the tip and it came back to me. That made me the point. I called the set and the fact that I did confused their guards. It's a simple play and they switched. How handy. My defender just shrunk and got slower. I was barely past the half court line when Benji flashed to the basket, leaving Booker in his dust. I heaved the ball and Benji went up. And up. He just hammered down the alley oop. Shook the rim and the backboard. The crowd went wild and started chanting "Benji".
Uh, we're the opposing team folks. I won't narrate the whole game, but Coach let us play long minutes. I expected to be dead at the end of the game, but I felt great. I feel like I'm bragging, so I won't talk about my game, but I will brag on Benji. He ended the game with 31 points, 14 rebounds, 11 assists, 3 steals, and 3 blocks.
This is Benji. He's not getting away with that shit. Although I do agree I feel incredible and thought I'd be tired. We played a lesser opponent, so it isn't that big a deal.
Says the 7-year-old that just had a triple double. See, it's OK to brag. Maybe not brag. Be stunned beyond belief. That works better. Yeah, I had a good game, but Josh did pretty damn well. He had 28 points, 11 boards, and 6 assists. We played together most of the game, but one of us was in at point for the whole game. I admit, I think we did best when I was the 2 and he was the 1. His height and strength are imposing at the point. Kind of like Giannis when he played point.
Look at me comparing him to Giannis. Although it is a decent comparison, now that Dad is freakishly tall. How exactly did that happen?
I did laugh, because at the post-game press conference, someone finally figured out that we weren't brothers. We finally got back into the locker room.
"Are you even tired?" asked Steph. "You look like you haven't even played."
"Not really," I said.
"Me neither," said Josh. Coach came over and handed us the game ball.
"You'll have to share it," said Coach. "That was one of the most impressive things I have ever seen in my life." Then he looked at us funny and dragged us over to the height markings again.
And started shaking his head.
"7'0" and 6'3"," said Coach.
"Oh, come on," said Josh, looking down on coach. Way down.
"Hey, by tomorrow you might break eight feet," said Coach. That kind of freaked us both out. To clear it all up, we stopped growing that day. That's not entirely true, I was still growing, but at a normal pace. Josh seems to have topped out. We both think that is OK.
We stayed with the 1-2 swap. The Pacers implemented it later in the week.
And the rest. No, that's not fair when the rest includes Natalie and Ty.
And Luca.
I'm Benji. We met for lunch on campus. The food is freaking amazing. This time we went for Italian. The best Italian I've had before today was on Fisherman's Wharf. Behind the restaurant. From the dumpster. Although I admit it was good, once I knocked away the part the rat was eating.
"OK, let's talk while we eat," said Natalie. "That way we can fuck sooner."
"Is that how most of your meetings start?" I asked, with a smile.
"No," said Natalie. "That was for you. We all know to talk and eat so we can fuck. All of our meetings end that way. It keeps the meetings on point and short."
"It seems like it would," I said. "Sure, you don't want a Big Mac? Faster."
"No," said Natalie. "Never compromise food."
She has a point. We put in our orders. Hell, just sitting at the table ordering is kind of new to me. Nan laid her hand on my arm and just gave me the most luminous smile. These are really good people.
"You too, Benji," said Nan. "You too."
Shit. I don't know what came over me. I started crying. Not big sobbing tears. Just quietly. Nan noticed. She moved over and climbed into my lap and gave me a big hug. She squeezed against my chest until I stopped crying, then handed me my napkin. I wiped my face and eyes and Nan sat down. No one mentioned a thing. They had all just sat quietly and now the conversation restarted. The waitress walked over and exchanged my napkin for a fresh one.
"You have a lot of people that love you," said Luca. I smiled. I sure as fuck do. I am a lucky kid.
"So, spill it," said Natalie. "Your idea. 30 words or less. Pithy."
"I believe we can tune ion waves to harmlessly put out forest fires. Fires of any kind, really," I said. "Twenty-three words. I like pithy."
"You counted twenty-three as one word," said Ty. "Isn't it two?"
"Hyphenated," I said. "Still at twenty-seven."
"How?" said Natalie.
"By modulating the wave to the frequency of oxygen," I said. They all looked at me.
"So, you'd drive out the oxygen, killing both the fire and all the people and animals," said Tegan.
"Maybe, in which case it is a failure, but I believe you can time it in bursts by varying the frequency just a hair. I believe actual affect would be to deny the flames access to the oxygen, but once the oxygen was inside your body, it would stop vibrating. Your body itself is too dense for the vibration to occur inside. The process of bringing the oxygen in is mechanical and wouldn't be affected," I said.
"Damn," said Luca. "I think it would work. We have got to try this. Do you think you could work with us in your spare time from being a student and basketball stud?"
I'm pretty sure I can find the time. I'll come back to this story. It gets a little long.
Josh here. Tonight is the last game of our 20 days. It was a hell of a ride and we both have over a hundred thousand dollars, so we're going to hitch a bus to some place cheaper and start a good life. We're so blessed for this opportunity and the basketball was so damn much fun. We walked into the locker room last and Coach ran over.
"Did you eat the salmon last night?" he asked. We both shook our heads no.
"Thank god," he said. "Steph, Klay, and Dray are all down with food poisoning. Kevon and others too. We're down to the league minimum eight players. We're going to need you to really take over the game."
Us. We need to take over the game. Against the Pacers. It is a must win for our team. The seedings are such that a win gave us a solid path to the WCF. A loss and we played what would have been our WCF foe in the first round. On their court. The Western Conference standings are that close. The entire league is competitive now. Thanks to Bob. Yep. Met Bob and Amy. Wow.
The Pacers were in a battle too. If they won, they held home court through the entire playoffs. If they lost, they didn't.
And we're down to eight players, two of which have barely passed puberty. Nope, just one of us.
I think. Given the last few days, I'm not sure I'd guarantee that. Benji's voice has dropped a full octave. Hey, something to check out post game when I blow him. You know I'm going to blow him. It's our last night in the apartment.
It was fun, but we're good now.
I admit this situation gave me some jitters, but I wasn't sure why. We won't be around.
I am, at least on the roster, the point guard tonight. I am also jumping center. That's pretty messed up. I've got a good leap, so we were going to try something. As soon as the ball goes up, Benji is going to head to our basket as fast as he can. He might be there for nothing, but if I get the tip in exactly the right spot, I could do it. Here we go.
The ball went up and I got it just right. I didn't just tip it. I pushed it as hard as I could towards our basket. The wrong way. To their guards.
Except I put it way over their heads. Right to the rim.
Where Benji jammed it down. The Pacer coach was out on the floor immediately arguing that wasn't legal. He even used up his challenge.
He lost. It was probably something that could only be done once, but it was cool. OK, given it was our last game, once.
The game was incredible. It was aggressive, it was physical. Benji and I were both getting bodied and pushed around the floor. We're rookies on a ten-day. Calls were not going to go our way. It all came down to the last play of the game. We were down one. We had the ball at half court. There were 4.1 seconds on the clock. Benji was bringing it up. We were out of time. I headed towards the rim. I went up and up. I looked and I realized Benji had shot the ball. I damn near hung in the air, but it clipped the back of the rim and went up. High. I had to wait until it was out of the cylinder and then I jammed it home. They had to review if it was offensive goaltending and if time had expired.
It wasn't and it hadn't. My picture was on the cover of Sports Illustrated. In the picture, the rim is just below my shoulders.
Benji and I got carried to the locker room. By our other six healthy players. Benji and I had played the full 58 minutes. Yeah, you read that right. Double overtime.
It was a hell of game. When we got into the locker room, Akira and Camron both had clipboards and came up to us. They handed us each one, with a pen.
"Standard three-year rookie contract," said Akira. "We bumped you up a bit from the undrafted rookie scale." I looked down. This is year one, but we're at the end of the season. WTF.
"You're paying us a million for this year and then four million and six million for the next two years," I said.
"Each," added Benji. He gave me a big smile. "And you transferred the apartment to us. Paid in full."
"Honestly, none of the money really matters," said Akira, smiling.
Say what.
"Dudes," she said, leaning in to say it softly. "You're in the inner circle. You could buy IBM."
"Well sure," said Benji. "Let's buy a stodgy tech company." I am pretty sure Akira just vibrated through an orgasm from Benji's smile. Given I have, my confidence is high. I think they already own IBM.
We both signed.
We'll come back with more of our story.
| Name | Chapters | Age | Description when introduced | Stats when introduced |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| Bob | All | 27 | Dad | 6'2" (188 cm) - Swimmer's body, 6-inch (15 cm) cut average cock |
| Amy | All | 25 | Mom (and the Nanny, to start) | 5'1" (155 cm) - Bright red hair, C cup |
| Morgan | All | 19 | The oldest of the new kids | 5'5" (165 cm) Dirty blonde, small B cup, gorgeous |
| Orlando | All | 17 | The middle child and the only boy | 5'0" (152 cm) -- Dirty blonde, 6-inch (15 cm) cut thick cock |
| Leslie | All | 15 | The youngest | 4'6" (137 cm) -- Brown hair, flat-chested |
| Chris | 6,8,11,14-113 | 15 | Boat sales person but becomes more | 4'11" (150 cm) -- Slim, glorious puffy nipples |
| Gabe | 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-52,54,56-59,61-63,65-76,79-105,107,109-113 | 15 | Juanita's brother | 5'6" (168 cm) -- Cute AF, 5-inch (13 cm) cock |
| Ruby | 6,14,16-25,27-29,31-40,42-43,45-47,49-58,61,63-74,76-93,95,95-96,98-113 | 13 | Juanita's sister | 4'11" (150 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, sexy, flat |
| Jesse | 6,7,16-19,24,27,31-34,37-39,42-43,46-49,51,55-56,65-66,70,72-74,79-82,85,90,94-95,97-101,103-106,111,113 | Forties | Juanita's dad | 5'11" (180 cm) -- Dark hair, Hispanic, muscular and sexy, 6-inch (15 cm) average cock |
| Antonio | 7,8,16,20,23-24,27,31,33,36,39,44,46,48,56,113 | Forties | Italian Vintner | 6'3" (191 cm) -- Dark hair, muscular, 8-inch (20 cm) cock |
| Luca | 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,29-31,34,36-40,42-47,50-52,54,56-57,59,62-76,79-85,87,89-90,92-113 | 17 | Sophia's son | 5'9" (175 cm) -- chiseled, male Sophia, 6-inch (15 cm) uncut cock |
| Elena | 7,8-9,14,16-19,23,27,30-31,34,36-40,42-47,51-52,54,56-58,60-63,65-66,68-69,71-74,76,79-82,87,95-96,101,104,106-107,111-113 | 13 | Sophia's daughter | 4'5" (135 cm) - sexy AF |
| Grace | 23,29-30,36,38,43-44,48,50,54-57,63-77,79-82,84-85,87,90,92-93,95-102,104-105,107,110,112-113 | 18 | Just Grace | |
| Carlina | 43,45-59,61-63,66-76,79-85,87-95,97-113 | 9 | Romeo's daughter | 4'4" (132 cm) - barely tall enough, blonde, cute, smart as hell |
| Nan | 45,48,50-51,53,57,59,61-62,64-66,68-70,72-73,76,81-83,85-87,89-95,97-101,103-105,107,110-113 | 6 | 9th grade student | 3'8" (112 cm) - cute, bubbly, fun |
| Tegan | 46,48,50-54,56-57,59,62,64,66-74,76,79-90,92-95,97-99,101-108,110-113 | 9 | Gemma and Sean's daughter | 4'4" (132 cm) - Auburn hair, cute, fun |
| Maite | 46,61,63,68-71,81-82,95-96,98,101,104-105,110,112-113 | 14 | Vincente's daughter | 5'3" (160 cm) - Cute AF. Sexy and skilled. Nice B cup with huge nipples |
| Pari | 48,49,62,65,68-70,74,77-78,80-81,83,86-95,97-113 | 11 | Alea and Sargon's daughter | 4'10" (147 cm) - cute, sexy, breast bumps |
| Kyra | 49,54,60,65,71,86,89-90,113 | 19 | Construction crew chief for the resorts | 5'6" (168 cm) - beautiful Greek girl, B cup |
| Sonny | 49,65,67,96,112-113 | 19 | Omelet cook at Denne's party | 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, pretty, C cup, sexy |
| Watkins | 60,104,113 | Thirties | Vino engineer and Leslie's plane restoration partner | 6'1" (185 cm) - Blonde, funny, average, 7-inch (18 cm) thick cock |
| Natalie | 61,64,66,68-69,72-73,97-98,103,105,107,110,113 | 11 | Montreal caretaker's daughter | 4'8" (142 cm) - Gorgeous, petite, nipple bumps |
| Ty | 61,64,66,68-69,72,97-98,103,105,110,113 | 12 | Montreal caretaker's son | 5'4" (163 cm) - Tall, handsome, well-built, 6-inch (15 cm) cock |
| Jameis | 63,69-71,82,95,100,104-105,108-110,113 | 44 | Ruby's friend and an archaeologist | 7'1" (216 cm) - Big muscular guy, attractive, 11-inch (28 cm) cock |
| Scout | 71,78,89,113 | Twenties | Car dealer in the museum | 6'1" (185 cm) - Blonde hair, fit, runner, 7-inch (18 cm) thin cock |
| Belen | 71,78,82,86,89-90,93,100,103,107-108,112-113 | 11 | Car museum program director | 4'6" (137 cm) - Dark blonde hair, cute, nipple bumps |
| Camron | 91,97,100,107-110,113 | 12 | Software engineer, takes over Lyft | 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, black, thin, 7-inch (18 cm) average cock |
| Akira | 91,97,100,107-110,113 | 14 | Camron's sister, mentor, business leader, co-owner of Lyft | 5'3" (160 cm) - Dark hair, black, thin, B cup |
| Kira | 92,95-96,98-100,102-103,109,113 | 26 | Secret Service Agent for Chris | 5'4" (163 cm) - Dark blonde, athletic, B cup |
| Frida | 95,99,106,109,113 | 9 | Student at the Berlin school | 4'10" (147 cm) - Blonde, thin, nipple bumps, undeveloped |
| Mona | 109,110,113 | 12 | Best Buy district manager | 5'3" (160 cm) - Blonde, beautiful, B cup |
| Josh | 109,110,113 | 17 | Homeless boy in San Francisco | 6'5" (195 cm) - Black, athletic, gorgeous, 10-inch (25.5 cm) cock |
| Benji | 109,110,113 | 7 | Josh's son | 5'7" (170 cm) - Black, skinny, fit, 7-inch (18 cm) cock |
| Tiki | 113 | 26 | Motorcycle Sales person | 6'5" (195 cm) - Dark hair, Samoan, really muscular, 8-inch (20 cm) thick cock |
| Paige | 113 | 24 | Startup CEO | 5'8" (173 cm) - Blonde, thin, sexy, D cup |
| Kaden | 113 | 25 | Startup CTO | 6'2" (188 cm) - Dark blonde, very fit, thin, 7-inch (18 cm) thick uncut cock |
| Howard | 113 | 39 | Motorcycle tour dad | 6'1" (185 cm) - Dark hair, handsome, 6-inch (15 cm) cock |
| Anita | 113 | 38 | Motorcycle tour mom | 5'6" (168 cm) - Blonde, average, bubbly, C cup |
| Terri | 113 | 11 | Motorcycle tour girl | 5'0" (152 cm) - Brown hair, average, A cup |
| Bradley | 113 | 10 | Motorcycle tour boy | 4'10" (147 cm) - Brown hair, thin, 4-inch (10 cm) cock |
| Kassidy | 113 | 13 | Physics department head near Stanford | 5'4" (163 cm) - Brown hair, trim, A cup |
| Melissa | 113 | 9 | Stanford student, Vietnamese | 5'0" (152 cm) - Dark long hair, thin, flat |