12 June 2023

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The Gamma Olympics

Eleanor here. We have actually turned a joke into something successful. When Gamma first opened, I made a joke about the Gamma Olympics. You know, sex events. I had coffee with Sophia and Morgan one day and mentioned it and after we stopped laughing, we started working our way through the events.

Some were obvious, like the guy who could have the most legitimate cums in a day. We thought about a woman's version but weren't sure we could count that high. Then we tried to figure out which one of us had the highest count.

Sophia blew Morgan and me away. Of course, she gave the credit to Morgan. I needed to spend more time with both of them. Of course, if we let Amy, Chris, or Ruby enter, no one would even compete.

Don't even start with Nan. Surprised? You shouldn't be.

We didn't want any of the events to be based on luck of the draw, meaning no longest cock contests, fun as they would have been. It was all about skill.

The second event we came up with was the oral master. In a timed event, how many different women could a guy make cum. It was a team event, so you could choose the women and if you stacked the deck, then great. The problem, of course, was that many women were simply outstanding at faking orgasms.

So you had to make them squirt and yes, we knew the difference between a squirt and the women just peeing on you. OK, we had to do some research on that one, which involved a lot of people peeing on each other. I guess in hindsight the peeing didn't have to involve the test subjects peeing on anyone, but it was kind of fun. The new things I discovered I liked. That one was a little weird.

So we had two events. Then we decided on the inverse. How many men could a women get off, in any method she chose, in a timed event. Just finding men that would abstain for a while would be hard enough, right? The longer they abstained, the more likely you were to win. Tough call. Wait, that's not right. How many cocks could she make cum.

Cocks are not always attached to men.

So we were up to three events. The fourth was more subjective which required a panel of esteemed judges. We figured we could rotate judges, but this was our opening Olympics, so our five judges were Bob, Amy, Orlando, Grace, and Ruby. I think some of the entrants were hopeful that a judge might reward their performance. Which wasn't that an outrageous hope. Read that list of five again. Who would have thought it was Grace that was the most voracious. Oh, and I mean voracious.

There was one time on a helicopter...

Sorry, but it involved eleven spatulas.

So that fourth event was Most acrobatic two-person sex. You'll notice we just said two person. What do we care what their sex was? It's acrobatic not what parts fit where. We did limit the entrants to registered guests. The royal family would have won every event. I've seen Bob with Pari. Bob's strong AF and Pari is small and limber. Oh, Pari is really strong too. I remember the day that they moved a lounge under a chin-up bar. You know the one where you used upper body strength to lift your chin over the bar. Most people can do a few, if that.

Pari sat on Bob's cock and then did chin-ups to lift up and down. Entirely her upper body. I didn't count the chin-ups, but she just kept going. She did chin-ups through three orgasms and kept going until Bob just filled her up. It was dozens of chin-ups. You should have seen her arm muscles flaring while she did it. Once Bob came, she fell back onto his chest, just heaving for breath. She was leaking cum all over Bob's cock and balls.

Oh no, what could I do? Call cleanup, of course. Of course my cleanup got Bob hard again. Pari slid up his chest and sat right on his face and I slid up and sat right on his cock. Pari and I kept kissing while I gently bounced up and down. Bob lasted a long time.

Pari and I didn't. When Bob did cum, we all collapsed in a heap, which is when Amy walked through the door. No horrible scene. She just smiled and dove right in for cleanup. You see, she was already naked. And dripping cum.

Yes, that was a tangent. A damn fine tangent.

So, Bob and Pari can't enter. However, any person that is not a part of the games can do an exhibition. I'll come back to those. Bob had entered to do an acrobatics exhibition but not with Pari.

With Tegan. Tegan is younger, smaller, and lighter. That's not a dig on Pari, who is adorable and gorgeous. Tegan is just younger. Yeah, Bob dumped the 12-year-old for the 10-year-old. No, not literally dumped. Married, you know.

Damn. Tangent again.

But four events does not make an Olympics. We put out a contest at all the Gamma resorts to encourage suggestions of events. One was the fastest self-suck to cum. First you had to be a pretty decent athlete and limber as hell to even enter. We did restrict it to cocks that could actually cum, so we knew the orgasm was real. You'll notice, and not be surprised, that I just said cocks that could cum. We didn't care the gender of the owner of the cock. I think I mentioned that already.

I know for a fact that Amai can do it. Then again, so can Gina.

I do laugh that I have seen them both do it.

A woman self-sucking seemed impossible, so we just did a masturbation to squirt contest. Let me clarify. A woman with a vagina. For that matter, it is the vagina that is important, so a man with a vagina is fine too. We're flexible.

So six events. Still not enough. We weren't going to do something like the most cocks in a night. Someone could get hurt.

It would also take a really long time. Heck, if we had a half dozen women enter, we'd potentially need hundreds of cocks.

And yes, I said hundreds. Hell, maybe even thousands. The world record is 919 in twelve hours by some porn star.

It makes Ruby laugh. And Pari. And Leslie. And... Well you get the idea.

We decided that six events was enough to try this out. Our thinking was that we would make a weekly Olympics. We were going to try to limit the number of entrants, but then decided we didn't care. If a hundred guys were that limber, more power to them. Our first event was this Friday night.

We had planned to do it in the larger wrestling room. That didn't work out. We're holding it in the largest theater at the casino. It holds 3,000 and the seats were all reserved for participants. We had the bright idea to open it to residents too.

We might have to rethink that. It is fun, so we'd involve the locals somehow. I should pass the pen, because the project was being run by one of my team members and she's closer to it all.

My first major project

Sure. I finally get an assignment to own and run a large project and it is the Sex Olympics. Wait. Why am I thinking that is a bad thing?

It's a freaking Sex Olympics. Damn.

It did grow out of control, so I am a little frazzled, but I think we're ready. I laughed because we needed to have participants numbered in some way, but it isn't like we could pin a number to their clothing. We went the marker route, like Carlina and Tegan's ninth birthday party. We tried washable markers first, but the number just sweat off or got washed off with cum.

That was a little weird, because the cum turned the color of the marker.

So back to the tried and true Sharpie. It has so many uses. The theater is filling up. I looked from behind the curtain and damn. Three thousand people wearing minimal clothing with a number written on them someplace interesting.

We weren't even sure how to do some of the events. The timed events were easy, and we could fill up the stage. The self-suck had over 400 entrants. We figured out we could fit a little over 200 on the stage at a time, so it would be two heats, timed. The fastest cum wins. We had high-speed video cameras in case we needed to see a photo finish.

And because we would all watch it over and over. We're talking 200 cocks cumming at almost the same time. That's cool.

I suppose I should introduce myself. This is my first job. I started as Eleanor's assistant right out of college. Just my bachelor's in business right now. I'm still considering my next degree, but I think I have time. I've worked for Eleanor for a little more than a year.

This should be fun though. I turned 9 years old two weeks ago.

My name is Daiya. My family is from Poland. A small town. As you can imagine, Eros is a little bit different. Maybe not as much different as you think though. My family has always been loving, particularly my big brother, Kazio. He's 11 years old and quite the stud. He was entered in the self-suck event and has a real advantage. Not only is he limber, but even at 11, he has a 9-inch (23 cm) long cock.

He can suck a lot of his cock.

He's adorable too. He's about 5'4", maybe a fifty kilos, but wiry and strong. He is also one hell of a lover. He's having fun here, particularly since he has a bit of a reputation. You know the stories about the virgin whisperer? He's a bit like that, but he has a slightly different specialty.

He has a long, thin cock. Does that clear things up? He's also very open-minded. He's open to 7 to a 107. Really. He loves everyone. OK, I admit, if he found a fun 108-year-old, he'd probably go there too. Oh, he doesn't care what gender you are either. He just loves to fuck.

He likes younger than 7 with exceptions too.

There was one time with Bill and Jessica.

Thirteen spatulas.

As for me, I'm a bit behind in the development department, but I did just turn 9. I make up for it in skills. Ask my mom and dad. They can't keep their hands off me since my birthday.

I'm good with that.

I do laugh, though, because they're both on the team and work for me and that is just normal here. Mom is the scheduling coordinator, and it is a tough job. Think of her as the floor director. Keeping everything going smoothly.

Mom is also sexy AF. Her name is Macee, and she is beautiful. She's about 5'8", so tall, but thin, with amazing, firm C cup breasts. I could spend hours nuzzling her breasts. OK, I do. Regularly.

I think there is hope for me. Right now, I'd be thrilled with nipple bumps and more than a slit with a clit. Most people don't believe I am 9.

They do like it when they find out I am. I'm pretty sure I satisfy a lot of fantasies. I'm good with that.

Dad is a freaking hunk. He is also where Kazio gets his endowment. Dad is thicker, but not super thick, but he has a 12-inch (30.5 cm) cock. Yep. Ask me how I know.

Oh, you know.

He can't get it all the way in, which is not surprising. Our favorite is DP, with Kazio in the back. Oh, Dad is Marcin. He is tall, fit, endowed, and skilled.

Mom's pretty damn skilled too.

I might be off track, but the four of us were the production team for this event. Kazio is still in college. Slacker. He works part-time at the resort doing whatever needs to be done. He's really ingenious and is always finding areas for improvement, either in efficiency, or, better yet, in something more fun.

He recently organized a kid's orgy. It was a parent's night out for the resort. All the kids, 17 or under, were invited to the school. We took over all the wrestling rooms for the night. The first one was so successful that it is a regular Friday night event now.

I do feel a sense of obligation to attend every week. Right?

I didn't mention Dad's role. He's the lead EMT. We're not stupid. We had medical professionals on hand. A pretty good size group. There were lots of volunteers.

I'll let him tell that story. Tonight is the Sex Olympics.

I just love saying that.

OK, showtime.

The first event is men getting off women. It is a 3-minute timed event. We limited the audience dedicated to this event to 300. Ten men.

3 minutes.

Of course there were earlier rounds. This is the finals. Ten men. Thirty women each. We don't expect them, in 3 minutes, to get off all 30, but one of the reasons these men were in the finals was their creativity. Every single one quickly figured out that it wasn't a one-at-a-time event. The current leader uses his tongue, his fingers, and his big toes.

Yes, big toes. I'm told it is quite erotic. Weird AF but erotic. I am not sure I have an interest, personally. Maybe with Kazio. Kazio and I do experiment in, well, interesting ways. For example, there is little in the kitchen that hasn't been tried in our bedroom. The hand mixer with an oven mitt over it is interesting. Not a regular thing though. You're not going to hear about drawers full of hand mixers. No cheese graters either. No, we didn't try that. It would hurt!

Back to the event. Ten men. Three hundred women. The first batch of women were reclining and ready. The rest were standing and knew to drop onto the lounge once a teammate had an orgasm. That was the other thing that our current leader figured out. It takes time for a woman to move off a lounge, post-orgasm. He just had the next contestant pile on and lie back on the woman while she was cumming. Brilliance, I say. Now everyone does it that way.

And we're off! Oh God. We're off.

Telling that to Bob.

"Whenever you're free," thought Bob, in my head. Of course I have experienced Bob. I've been 9 for two weeks! I live on Eros. I'm convenient. Then again, everywhere is convenient to Bob. I think he tries his hardest to meet as many new 9-year-olds as possible.

"His hardest," laughed Bob, in my head. That's weird. But it is also two he owes me now.

"No limit for you, Daiya," thought Bob. "Anywhere, any time."

"On stage, tonight," I thought.

"Sure," thought Bob. Oh my. I was kidding. Bob is not.

My moan was pretty deep.

I'll pencil in another exhibition. I just thought it to Mom. She just moaned in my head.

Really weird.

Back to the competition. We underestimated the creativity of the guy that had been in second place. He added a sixth woman. He's rubbing her clit with his cock. I admit, I'm surprised no one else thought of that. He has women cumming so fast that he's going to blow through all thirty.

"Blow through," thought Bob. "Ha!"

Still getting used to that.

We had planned for this, even though we didn't expect it. Women from other lines that clearly weren't going to make the event shifted over.

Thirty-six orgasms in 3 minutes. OK, only 35 went into the official tally. The thirty-sixth was the winner.

Hey, rubbing all those clits with your cock will do that to you.

I had anticipated this risk, so I ran out onto the stage.

"Cleanup!" I shouted. Ya gotta have cleanup. Bob chose that moment for our exhibition.

Doggy style. God, it was great. Of course, we had a new mess, all over our winner and me.

Bob and Mom cleaned up the mess together. I love my family. Mom is great.

"Your family is our family too," said Bob. The dude means it too.

Next up was the inverse event. Now, originally we expected blowjobs. Kind of like the last event, we expected oral.

Um no.

Our current leader is limber. Very limber. She gets fucked reverse cowgirl. Two cocks in each hand. Three in her mouth. Then she wraps her legs around the guy getting a blowjob that is in the middle and uses her feet to stroke seventh guy.

Wait, make that ten. Two guys with their cocks in the frot position. Now, they can't move against each other since that would be cheating. She added an innovation though. She is wearing silk stocking knee-highs.

I'll bet that feels nice.

46. She made 46 guys cum in 3 minutes. She is covered with a lot of cum.

Yes, I called cleanup, but this required a team. After all, there is cum on all our contestants. It kind of emptied the audience for a bit.

Everyone seemed OK with that. I actually had to intervene to get us back on schedule. A bit of an orgy broke out. Next contest, we'll do earlier in the day to allow for orgy time.

Yes, that's a thing.

I won't narrate every event. Just know that it was a hugely successful event.

I think I mentioned exhibitions.

With the royal family.

Remember the 35 women that got off by the winner?

Orlando and Bob competed in an exhibition. Bob beat Orlando.

92 to 91.

Their family is special.

"Our family," said Bob, who just walked up.

Outside the time limit, but let's just say I would have been 93.

Did I mention that Bob invited all the winners and their families to their house?

The first kid's orgy

My name is Kazio. You might remember me from a recent entry about the Gamma Olympics. My sister, Daiya, suggested I write this entry. It was one hell of a night, so this will just about write itself.

Daiya mentioned that my job at the resort was all about everything and nothing. The entire staff knew that if they had something out of the ordinary, I was their man. This project came from a casual comment at a staff meeting about having a parent's date night and what could we do with the kids. I laughed a little, because when the question was asked, everybody got quiet, and they all looked at me.

I guess I had my next project. I brainstormed the idea with Daiya. We really work well on brainstorming and coming up with ideas. I implement them, but as many of the ideas are from Daiya as from me. I think it helps that we have these discussions while we're fucking. Always. Do you have time to chat is the same as let's fuck to us.

We chat a lot.

I had an epiphany because, come on, we were discussing what to do with horny kids while we were fucking. A nice, slow fuck. On our sides, with me spooning her. We like this position for our chats, because it is slow and casual, and my hand can roam.

Roam.

We do have to stop occasionally while Daiya rolls through another orgasm. Last week she came so many times that we had to switch beds to finish our chat. We'd gotten the first two beds too wet. Yes, two.

"An orgy!" we both shouted. How she managed to get "jinx" out amazes me, because as soon as we yelled our idea, we both had simply massive orgasms. I paid her back for the jinx. After all, I had some kissing to do for cleanup. Kisses everywhere.

We waited a bit and I recovered. This time, I was on my back, and she was leisurely bouncing up and down. I love this position too, because the view is spectacular. Daiya is beautiful. I know she worries about not having tits yet, but she is stunning now. I can't imagine.

I think we're soulmates too. I could easily see us in a quad.

Which got me one of her glorious smiles.

"How many kids are there on any given night?" asked Daiya.

"It varies, but right around 2,000," I said.

"Two thousand!" said Daiya.

"Yeah," I said. "Remember, they converted Alpha and Beta to both be Gammas too. There are a lot more kids now. Did you know construction started on two more Gammas on Eros?"

"No," said Daiya. "That's cool. We might have to build an orgy hall. Can we build an orgy hall?"

"Yes," I said. "You know we can, but I don't think we need to. The largest Amyville school has fourteen wrestling rooms. I checked, each has a capacity of 238. By my math, that's 3,332. Given there are 2,000 kids, we'll need simply tons of staff or even volunteers. We'll need some supervision in each room, but there is no reason they can't play too. Maybe we make volunteering a lottery for locals. Keep it simple. You can volunteer if you're under 18. Even the under fives can supervise and watch." Sure, we'll use 3-year-olds as chaperones at our orgy.

That was a statement of fact, not incredulity.

"That's awesome," said Daiya. "But if this works, we need to build. Two more resorts will blow out those rooms." Hey, we're kids. Yes, we're telling that one to Bob.

"I know," I said "There is plenty of land around the school. We could build more rooms."

"What if we made the rooms have themes. I'm thinking educational. The volunteers could really help. One room could be for people that want to try anal for the first time. Or give their first blowjob. Or improve their oral skills. You get the idea. Kind of the sex version of teaching the kids to tie their shoes," said Daiya.

"That is awesome. Certainly we'll have free fuck rooms, but damn near everybody in Amyville could teach any class we could imagine. Oh, I've got a good one, because it expands our space. Let's do a shampoo class," I said. Then we both moaned.

I think we had brainstormed enough. The shampoo idea motivated us, and she shampooed me while I got her off several times. Then I shampooed her while getting a world-class blowjob. I've never been more convinced we're soulmates. I'd marry her tomorrow.

"I accept," she said. "But it might have to wait until Sunday."

I swept her up and carried her to the bed. I found one more.

You would have too, for your soulmate. We took a little nap and Mom called us down for dinner. I'll let Daiya take over. I'm not sure I am quite coherent yet. That last fuck was transcendent. I'd read about it being different once you knew, but I understand it better now.

Wiped the poor boy out

It's my superpower. Daiya here.

We're getting married! Oh hell, I'd known for years, but he had to get there. He knew too, he just had to realize it.

And then he did.

Tonight was Brinner. Breakfast for dinner. Mom actually cooked tonight. That's not a slam on Mom at all. We just have a full-time chef. She had the night off, so we cooked. We actually took turns. My specialty is Mexican.

Mom loves breakfast. Mom usually cooks breakfast. In this case, our genres overlapped, because Mom made amazing breakfast burritos. She even makes the salsa from scratch. We have a small garden and the ingredients come right in from the yard. I do not know why I am so focused on salsa, but it is amazing salsa.

Don't get me started on her guacamole. Guacamole has many uses. I'll just leave it there.

We were walking through our ideas with Mom and Dad, and they had some really thoughtful suggestions. We're a good team. Can you be a quad with your parents?

"Probably," said Mom. "But you know that's not for us. Not a quad. What else did you do today?"

"Mostly we focused on the planning the orgy. We got engaged too," I said. "There's a lot of work still left to do. I don't know why we didn't allow more planning time."

"For the orgy or the wedding?" asked Dad. Literally, he just nonchalantly asked about the wedding. No surprise at all.

"Are you kidding?" said Dad. "Mom and I have known this for years. Literally years. You're just a little slow, dude." He said that to Kazio. I think. Then they laughed.

"You knew for years?" said Kazio.

"Yes, you doofus," I said. "But you had to get there at your own pace." Mom and Dad were just beaming. This made them happy.

It sure as hell made me happy too.

"We need to focus on the orgy," I said. "We need volunteers. Lots of them. We need class schedules. We need signups. We need a lottery for the volunteers. It's freaking Wednesday. You know what you have to do, Kazio."

"I have no idea what I need to do," said Kazio.

"You've got to ask Bob for help. You need an emergency app update," I said.

Freaking Bob

Well, she is right. Kazio, now. I know it. We all know it. There was only one problem. I'd never met Bob. I had no idea how to contact him. Remember, this was before the Olympics.

"How the hell do I do that?" I said. "I've never met him. It's not like I have his phone number. There's no way." Daiya laughed and pulled out her phone. She sent a text and got a quick reply.

"We're meeting him at his place in 20," said Daiya. "Just because you haven't met him doesn't mean I haven't met him. I've been 9 years old for over two weeks. Fuck yeah, I met him."

OK, that makes complete sense. I'm not joking. King Bob is well-known for an open invitation to new 9 year olds. Daiya is the sexiest woman in the world.

That got me a nice smile.

"And you didn't invite me?" I said.

"Not the first time," said Daiya. "Bob likes it to be one-on-one. Or two. I understand Amy regularly joins in. She did with me. Pari did too."

I think Mom just had an orgasm.

"Oh, and we're all invited over for Saturday dinner," said Daiya. Well sure. This is exactly why we all work for Daiya.

A quick shower and

Daiya and I took quick showers and put on actual clothes. Shorts and t-shirts, but it felt like we should at least show up in clothes. Come on. I'm hopeful. You're hopeful for me too. I know you are. Daiya had failed to mention that they were in Paris. As soon as we got out of the shower, Mom called to say our plane had landed. And no, we did not shower together. We would have been late. I am still a little freaked about our lives, but not Daiya. She headed out and climbed on board with me following like a puppy. Our pilots introduced themselves as RT and Monica. They mentioned they'd been in Paris with Bob and Amy and had been asked to run pick us up.

Did I mention they were naked? I noticed that Monica was leaking cum too. How could you not notice? Daiya noticed, because she leaned over and wiped it up with her finger and licked it off.

"Bob, mixed with someone I haven't met yet but hope to," said Daiya.

"Oh, it's mine," said RT, laughing.

"Don't forget Amai," said Monica. "There are three flavors right now." Daiya looked thoughtful and swiped up some more.

"Mmm. I see that now," said Daiya. "I hope to sample them all."

"Me too," I said. I'm not stupid.

"Work first," said Monica. "Then play." Oh hell, yes, we all moaned. This journal is full of moaning. I think that is a good thing.

Did I mention I've never been to Paris? We landed on top of this incredible building. Monica led us down onto an enormous patio. Bigger than a football field patio. Looking right at the Eiffel tower. Our plane was the sixth on the building and there was still a lot of room. We walked out onto the patio and there was a lot of fucking going on. There must have been thirty people doing some pretty amazing things. Bob saw us and pulled out of the young woman he was fucking. She did not seem happy, but young boy walked over quickly and slid right in, to more moans. From everyone. Bob walked over to us and stuck out his hand.

"I'm Bob," said the King. "Daiya said you had a bit of a crisis. Let's deal with that and then get back to fun." It was a little distracting that he was naked, hard, covered in the juices of a pretty young woman, and leaking precum. Daiya reached over and wiped off the precum and licked it off her finger.

"That sounds like a plan," said Daiya. For some reason she also stripped. That's when I realized I was the only person with any clothes on.

Problem quickly solved. Of course that's when Queen Amy walked up, with Rylee. I think my cock bounced. No, I know my cock bounced. Rylee has always been a fantasy of mine. She clearly had noticed the bounce.

"Down, boy," said Rylee, with a smile. "We don't want you to waste one. At least one is for me."

Today is a good day. Want to know how it could even get better?

Both Bob and Amy said "me too".

Yes, a very fine day.

Amy and Bob sat with Daiya and me. Rylee sat on my lap. Naked. Moving around. I had no idea what to do with my hands. Finally she took my left hand, folded back all but my middle finger and put the tip of that middle finger on her clit. She took my other hand and squeezed my thumb and first finger together with her own.

Squeezing her nipple.

I got the idea. We're chatting away with the group. RT and Monica joined us and had great ideas too. Bob said the app was not an issue, but we needed people, so he ran off for no more than three minutes to set an event signup for volunteers. He came back and Amy stood up. When he sat down, Amy took his hands and did the exact same thing. So I'm sitting here with Rylee and directly across from me was Amy on Bob's lap. Rylee and Amy started mimicking each other and Bob and I got into it too. Both hands, squeezing and twisting nipples became four hands doing it. Then two fingers in. Then one in the ass. Nibbling on an ear lobe. Finally Rylee and Amy just went off. Once they settled back down, Amy smiled really big. Then she lifted up Bob's cock and slid right down on it.

Then Rylee did the same with me. They started gently bouncing and our hands roamed. We didn't need to match anymore. We wanted our partners to get off. Suddenly Daiya was between Bob's knees, licking them both.

Which meant Monica was now between my knees. Damn. RT disappeared for a sec and came back with a beautiful teenage girl. RT got on the couch and offered Bob his cock. This beautiful girl got on the couch and offered me her cock.

Remei. I found out her name is Remei. Remei cums a lot. So does RT. So much cum.

That's when Rylee and Amy both lifted up. Our cocks slapped back just as we went off. Rylee quickly sat down and pointed my cock at herself. I didn't stop. More and more cum. I looked over and Bob was doing the same. I was watching our king cum on his wife.

Then again, he was staring right at me cumming on Rylee. Finally things tapered off.

"I think the boys should trade and do cleanup," said Amy. Wait, what? That means I clean up the Queen?

"Good plan," said Rylee. "But they're all sticky. They need to clean each other up first."

Which is how I found myself on the carpet, licking Bob clean while he did the same to me. RT, Monica, Rylee, and Amy sat around us, and we kissed it to all of them.

All of them.

Finally they deemed us clean, and it was my turn with Amy. Bob's cum, on the Queen. Oh yes, mixed with RT's cum. I somehow ended up with Monica helping me and kissing me a lot. RT helped Bob. They kissed a lot.

I put everything I had into it. Amy went over and over. Finally she pulled on my hair, and I looked up. She pointed at me, then her.

Oh. Cool. I slid up her body and right in. Missionary. We didn't fuck. We made love. Kissing. Nibbling. Tweaking. Bob was doing the same with Rylee and they had a familiarity that was so clear. Even though it wasn't our first, we didn't last. We both filled them up.

Then Bob called "switch". I was back, licking Bob's cum out of the adorable Rylee. RT was fucking Daiya, with a line of three or four boys hoping for their shot.

They'd get it. Daiya likes to fuck. Once Rylee was clean, we joined Daiya's cleanup crew. That was fun. Finally everyone just fell to the floor, wiped out. Amy hopped up and took Daiya's hand and Bob's and they walked up. Rylee got up and took mine, and then went over and took the hand of an incredible Hispanic woman.

Who also happened to have a nice cock. Wait, Juanita.

Oh my.

We didn't go right to sleep.

Rylee's going to help!

Hell yes, that deserved an exclamation point. Daiya here. Rylee is coming with Kazio and me to help us.

Rylee! Have you seen her breasts? God, I hope I have those breasts. Both literally that I grow them and figuratively that my face is buried in them. I couldn't do anything about the former, but I could suggest the latter and would.

The next few days were crazy, trying to arrange everything. Volunteers was not our problem. We had so many we needed the lottery the first night. We had the capacity, so we invited almost a thousand chaperones.

That would happily fuck ya.

See why we had volunteers?

The school we were using has the latest design. I mentioned the capacity of the wrestling rooms. They're big. Bigger than the first generation rooms. They also have bleachers for an audience.

Sometimes you just like to watch. Then again, there's always some folks bouncing up and down on each other in the stands. We were right at capacity with almost 2,000 kids from all over the world. The one thing they had in common was their love of sex. How handy for a kid's orgy.

Did I mention that much of the extended family is also cumming for the first event. Yeah, cumming. I'm 9. What do you expect?

People are starting to trickle into the doors. The event starts early, at 1800 and ends at 1200. Yep, all night. We designated two rooms as sleeping rooms and have plenty of pillows, blankets, and stuffed animals. Yes, stuffed animals. Sometimes you need a stuffed animal. The rules were that you had to shower and dry off before you went into the sleeping room. As everyone got tired, which they would after a giant orgy, we'd switch more rooms to be sleeping rooms. Everyone is really good about cleanup, so that won't be a problem.

Most of the mess was licked up anyway.

My favorite room, and where many of the royal family would be, is the birthday room. Since our plan was to do this monthly, if you turned 5, 7, or 9 this month, then you could come in for cake and celebration.

Yeah, celebration. You're five and want to go down on Colby, or maybe Rylee? Go for it. Just turned 7 and dreamed of Gabe fucking you or maybe fucking Carlina. This is it, friends.

Did ya turn 9? Oh God, your options are amazing. It was the only room we allowed people over 17.

Bob and Amy are leading that room.

That room was going to be epic. No, let me rephrase that. It was epic.

Sex with a transexual room

Remei here, with Sam. We're the leaders of the room. It isn't for everyone, but this is a society that reveres tits and a cock, so it is going to be a popular room. Volunteers that are transexual were given priority to ensure we had enough to, um, teach. Yeah, teach. Now if we all wear out, and we might, the room will adopt a new theme. That said, we also have FtM transexuals, and they don't really wear out.

God, I am looking forward to this.

I walked into the room, which already had at least 50 people in it. I recognized a lot of the volunteers, like Gina and Sam, but before I was very far in the room, a young woman literally ran over to me.

"It is such an honor to meet you," she said. "My name is Kesia. I would be so pleased if you would fuck me." Oh, got it. She is freaking adorable and has the cutest little 3-inch (8 cm) cock. Nothing up top, but she is young.

I admit I looked behind me, but no one there. She laughed.

"You have to know that you're a hero to the community," he said. I'm what? She laughed again.

"I'm taking that as you not knowing," said Kesia. "You, and Gina, and Amai, and Juanita, and Sam, and more. You've normalized it. I know I'm young and physically nothing has happened yet, but I've always known. I turned 7 last week. Would you please fuck me?"

Why yes, I will. She took my hand and led me over to an open spot and had me lay back. Then she kneeled over me and lifted my throbbing cock.

Hell yes, it was throbbing. She rubbed lube all over my cock, being careful to not make me cum. She lifted up to position my cock.

"Wait," I said, with some force. "You're not ready. Have you ever done this?"

She shook her head no.

Oh boy. I called over to Gina and had her come over.

"Teach her how to prep," I said. Gina got the biggest grin.

"On your knees," she said. "What's your name?"

"Kesia," she said. You could see Gina's recognition.

"You're why I'm here," said Gina. For some reason everyone just accepts that. I do.

I knew she was why I was here too.

She slid down on me and just so gently bounced up and down. Gina got on her knees and was blowing Kesia while we fucked.

That's when Sam walked up.

That double-ended dildo is big.

And Gina is enjoying it.

This is a fun room.

The cuckold room

Yes, these are kids. Yes, we have a cuckold room. It's role play and fun. I'm one of the key participants. You see, right now I am partnered with Horacio. If you're a guy and want to be the cuck, then I'm your girlfriend and Horacio is my dom.

Oh, this is Pari.

You're imagining it aren't you?

We have other partners. You want to be the dom? That's Carlina and Tomas.

No, I don't have the pairing wrong. It usually ends with Tomas getting fucked in the ass. Which he enjoys.

You want to be the girl? The sky's the limit. In that case, most bring their partner, and we provide the dom. Or doms. Heck, that was one of the most fun ones I saw. I'll narrate.

A young girl, Navya, who is 7, with her lover, Riggs, who is 11.

And her brother. No, not in addition. Riggs is her brother.

Navya is going to experience Thad, Donny, and Razi.

Thad is from Dallas. He's a good friend of mine.

A good friend.

He's also Black, 15, 6'3", and has thick uncut 9-inch (23 cm) cock.

Feels about right. Oh. He also feels about right.

Donny is from Indianapolis. I know Donny well too. That's probably implied. Donny is 13, about 5'9", and has a thin 7-inch (18 cm) cock.

Sometimes you have to punish the cuck.

And Razi. Oh Razi. Razi is from Vacaville. Leslie found, er met, him. He's 5'6", Black, and has an 8-inch (20 cm) cock.

Razi is 11.

Now, we want to ensure that the experience is a positive one. We had all our volunteers meet yesterday. I personally felt an obligation to experience those in the room with me.

Did ya buy that?

Thad, Donny, Razzy, Carlina, Tomas, me.

It was fun.

First Navya locked up Riggs. Not him, exactly. His cock. Not sure I love that, but why not. He seems oddly happy.

Then Navya got busy. Each man first fed his cock to Riggs, who took the first load right down his throat.

I mean the first of three. Thad's.

Then he took Donny and Razzy in the ass.

Squish squish.

Lucky boy. Oh, I don't have a role.

I just get to watch.

Then Navya had Riggs lie backwards in the bed and she got on her knees. That let him lick Navya and whatever cock was fucking her.

Thad came in Navya. Donny gave Riggs a facial. Razzy fucked Navya in the ass and came in her.

Riggs cleaned it all up.

It was sexy as fuck to watch.

And handy they all had a third in them. Navya even unlocked Riggs and he fucked me too.

Then he made love to Navya.

Glorious.

This is my class

Nan here. Of course I am running the Advanced BDSM room. Did you expect anything else? I've got on my leather crotchless panties and my leather bustier with nipple cutouts. Faux leather. I've got my crop and whips ready. Nipple clamps. Clit clamps. You name it.

Now, a good dominatrix needs a partner. A solo dom is not as much fun. So I have one.

Benji. His description does not do him justice. Remember, he is 8 and plays basketball for the Warriors.

He's 6'6", tall, thin, muscular, and funny. Yes, funny. He also has a glorious, thick uncut 11-inch (28 cm) cock

Yes, he's grown.

Did I mention he is 8? I think I did.

Why is he the perfect partner for me?

Did you read that description? I too had to check out my partner yesterday.

Repeatedly.

What is his primary role today?

Punishment. Oh, you were a bad boy. Benji is going to fuck you in the ass. Hard.

Sometimes people are bad on purpose.

Understandably.

We have also come up with some unique uses for a Dom and a spatula.

Uh huh.

Surely you know we do this with permission. Benji isn't going to fuck anyone in the ass that doesn't want to be fucked in the ass.

Now, you're assuming this is only open to boys.

Nope. Benji will happily fuck anyone in the ass.

Ask me how I know.

Freaking spectacular.

We're all set.

The Gloryhole room

Jessica here. Somehow I have become the gloryhole expert. Perhaps because I hold the number one spot in hours spent at a gloryhole.

Oh please. I like to suck anonymous cock. That's the honest answer.

We had a sign up for being the person in the booths, but just lines for the booths. The lines were short, but only because we had a call back process, so you only had to wait a little while for your turn.

There are a lot of booths. Now you're imagining some scuzzy booth with a hole and duct tape.

No.

They're actually quite nice and comfortable for the person in the booth. Padded areas for their knees. Hand holds.

Hand holds?

Sometimes you want to just back up on that cock.

Now, they're not really booths exactly. Think three walls. No back wall. That way those not actually participating can watch either side.

Now, I admit that I often have the audience join in. Sometimes sucking the cock. Sometimes pleasuring me in a number of ways.

See why I like the gloryholes?

My partner today is Hunter.

Hunter likes both sides of the gloryhole.

He also enjoys fucking me in the ass.

Wouldn't you?

Glow in the dark

OK my room is fun. This is Karolina. I'm in the Glow in the Dark room. Basically it is a super dark room, and we have body paint. Whatever body part you paint glows.

Brightly.

It's non-toxic and can be, well, inserted places. For example, a cock painted is hilarious. You see a cock walking around. Perhaps they find someone with their lips painted.

Either set of lips.

Do you get my drift?

It makes me laugh.

Me?

I painted my nice little A cups.

And my lips.

All of them.

I have two partners tonight. You're guessing Colby and Nylah, right?

Nope.

Clay. Oh God, Clay is sexy. His cock is just glowing

So are his hands. That's a fun idea. Want a hand job? Maybe a little fingering action?

Front or back.

But I'm not done.

Benito.

Yes, I'm partnered with two 16-year-old studs.

Now we glow in a super bright blue. Everyone else is white.

We're the chaperones.

And yes, of course we got together yesterday.

Did I mention 16-year-old studs?

Sex moves

I'm leading the Advanced Sexual Positions class.

You have to be seriously athletic. Like really strong. You have to be well beyond the basics. One requirement is having memorized the Kama Sutra.

OK, that's damn near everyone in our world.

Oh, this is Tegan. You can picture me as an instructor, now can't you? I'm partnered with Della.

Who is freakishly strong.

And Tavi.

10, 12, 15

Oh, but I forgot the fourth on our team.

Bill.

He's a strong little fucker.

And I mean fucker literally. Damn.

Tonight's the night

Today is the grand opening of Gamma 4 and Gamma 5 on Eros. Alpha and Beta were now Gamma 2 and Gamma 3, although most people still called them Alpha and Beta.

We only have Gammas now.

Oh, my name is Kazio. I'm the fixer at the resorts. My sister Daiya is more the idea person. We're a good team. We had a very specific role.

Kid's orgies.

Yes, you read that right. Hopefully you've read my last entry about our first orgy. It was a huge success. So much so that we've built an entire orgy complex and yes, you read that right too. The difference is that instead of Friday night kid's orgies, the new complex is 24/7. Bored on Christmas afternoon? The parents can go to the movies while the kids hit an orgy.

The whole orgy thing isn't entirely true either. Oh, they're a continuous orgy, but we also used Morgon's techniques for community centers too. It is a hell of a facility. There are gymnastics classes, one-on-one soccer training, shoe tying, bounce houses, pools, including a full waterpark, a full arcade, and more.

We had a huge area of gloryholes. Oh, can't forget the massage. Nothing really more than a good sensual massage, but it was a nice warmup. OK, if you were polite to your masseuse and said please, it was a much better experience.

The centerpiece of the complex is the largest wrestling room we ever built. The capacity for the wrestling room alone is 5,100 people.

Tonight we expect a line. Once we hit 5,100, it will be one out, one in.

Except for those of us that will stay in. Like Daiya and me.

Are you freaking kidding me? Of course we'll be active participants.

Five thousand one hundred.

Can you imagine calling a gangbang? It's a good thing Amy isn't 17.

Because she would. Heck, there is a chance someone else will. You can always stop.

God, I hope it is Ruby.

All the kids I know are coming. And by kids I included people like Leslie, Hunter, and Hallie, Chris and Noah. Ruby and her quad and Gabe and his quad are coming.

No Luca. He turned 18.

All the young princes and princesses. We were having training classes in smaller rooms on damn near everything. You're not very good with cursive? Yep, that's a room.

Not as big a room as I want to learn to deep throat

A lot of people can teach that class. I know for a fact that Colby and Nylah could.

A fact.

You read about a lot of it already, so we'll just leave it as a great success.

I'm freaking worn out.

Yay!

Zao, chapter 2

Zao here. Yes, my own entry! It has been a whirlwind. A bit of time has passed, but it has been crazy!

I like that word. Whirlwind. I'm still a little new to English but wow that's about all I use these days. Everything is in motion for my idea. We were already flying whales to the casinos. We had added an optional lap in space.

That alone was making a fortune. Come on. Space. The funny thing is we really don't want the money. It goes straight to charity. It is basically our method of redistributing wealth.

While Bob and Sophia agree Lebanon would be just fine for the main office, they encouraged me to spend a full three months traveling the world and staying at their homes and checking out other locations. They'd given me access to the part of the app where I could sign up places to stay. I was meeting the most amazing people by sharing incredible apartments with them. Complete strangers I now consider friends. Some of that changed, of course, when I bought Lebanon.

Now I'm the Governor of the Lebanon province, so I spend a lot of time there. But back on track.

Did you notice I call them Bob and Sophia? They had insisted. For such powerful, stunningly rich royalty they're pretty down to earth. You could just kind of tell that Bob thought this was all a cosmic joke. He proudly proclaims himself just a guy from Florida that got lucky.

Sophia responds every time that he is full of shit and reminds him that this is all because of him. He is so darn humble.

Then Sophia goes into almost the same rant about her life. She is one of the smartest people I have ever met and has business instincts that are incredible. She sees things that mere mortals like me never would.

I might very well be an example. I'm a kid from Macau that got lucky with this opportunity. So far it has been a huge success. I don't know why it makes them uncomfortable. I get why I am uncomfortable. I just don't belong here.

Oh shit. Now I understand them both so much better. I had just done the exact same thing. Maybe I do deserve it.

Nah, it is not the same.

Is it?

I'll have to think on that one. I have noticed that people defer to me and treat me like I'm somethin' somethin'.

OMG.

I am exactly like them. Just not as successful. Well, there is that whole governor of the country I bought thing.

Given I am flying to Paris in my personal E-82 with Tegan as my instructor, my self-deprecation might not be entirely accurate.

Holy shit. I have my own space plane. And country.

Huh. I guess it is a little bit the same. I'm just earlier in the evolution.

But I've grown almost an entire centimeter.

Hey. I'm short. But I wasn't talking about my height.

I've found all the instructors to be amazing. I did laugh that Tegan is Sophia's daughter-in-law. Princess Tegan.

She is such a cool kid. Tegan. Not Sophia. OK. Her too.

This family is weird.

Back to my flying lessons. We were taking the long way to Paris. We were stopping at the moon first.

WE WERE STOPPING AT THE MOON!

Sorry. I felt the need to shout that. It was my last step to certification although I was going to miss my instructors.

"Just because you're certified doesn't mean you can't invite us on a trip," said Tegan. Yeah I was still getting used to having them in my head. I know I can block it but why?

I've never been to Paris. That was actually a silly statement. I'd never been anywhere before this. I'm about to certify in a space plane. Before this all happened I had never been on an airplane.

I had never been on an airplane.

I thought that was worth repeating.

I'd done my homework on locations that would work well. I quickly realized that my home didn't make the top 10. Honestly it didn't make the Top 20. I stopped counting at that point. I needed regional locations, so Macau would make that list. Now I needed other places.

Paris is central to Europe which is helpful. My list of cities to consider include Paris, London, Berlin, and Madrid in Europe. In the US it includes New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Dallas, and Miami.

The family had a home in all of them but Miami. They have a nice one north of Miami, but that's Greta and Emma's place now. Oh wait, they appear to have a place in South Beach. It is too popular, though, so Bob said I should get my own if I choose Miami.

Tempting.

They're changing the world.

Heck, they had a school in almost all of them. I did find the school appealing. So much of this giant project could be supported by students. My observation was that south Florida had a lot going for it. I could easily cover the entire hemisphere from there and even Europe was simple.

But there was no available house and no school. I could use Greta and Emma's house. They've already offered. That would be spectacular, but I was thinking more mainstream Miami. You know, that 43 second commute was too much.

"You can fix both of those things," said Tegan.

"Both? What do you mean?" I said.

"A house and a school," said Tegan. I admit I laughed.

"Sure. I'll just fire up an entire school," I said.

"That's not what I meant, and you know it," said Tegan. "You bought a country. A house and a school isn't really that much."

She had me there.

Somehow my trip to Paris turned into having a school opened in Florida and deciding the western home office would be in Florida too. Tegan and I spent an incredible day in Paris and then flew to Miami. I'll come back to our day in Paris. I think I am still sore.

Well sure. We landed on the campus, and it was amazing. It turned out Pari had bought a university and not a small one. She also bought three waterfront homes that were adjacent to the school.

Of course she did. The campus was amazing. It had almost a half mile of beach and was gorgeous. It had dorms that could house several thousand students plus another few thousand commuter students.

All because I thought I should base the company in Florida. It turned out to be next to a business park too. Heck, even that was beautiful. It was a rolling campus with beautiful buildings. It appeared that it was built at the same time as the campus. There were no cars in the parking lot which made me believe it was empty. That could be amazing.

When we landed Pari met our plane.

"I bought the office park too. I thought it might work for you. If not, no worries. Want to go see it?" said Pari. She bought an entire office park because I might like it.

I did.

Then we celebrated with Pari. We christened all three houses. Luca joined us.

Hot damn. I'd just learned that slang. It applied.

I am having so many firsts. Today was my first time in the middle of a train. Me fucking Pari and Luca fucking me. Just then, Nan and Rola showed up.

Well ain't that grand. Did I say that right?

I also got to experience a train with me in the back. Yes! I got to fuck Luca while Luca fucked Rola. I admit to a twinge of jealously. I thought at one point maybe Nan and I had something, and we are friends, but not soulmates.

Now Rola...

But I like it. I do. More than I thought. I enjoyed watching Rola and Pari in a nice 69 too. Rola was on top, and they were bucking through orgasm after orgasm. Rola lifted her head and looked back at me.

She smiled at me and then wiggled her hips.

Oh hell, yes. I had two more in me. I needed two, because I was ending with Nan. Who was, at this moment, licking my balls while I fucked Rola.

Rola has amazing nipples. I am rubbing those nipples right now.

Then we all simply exploded. I pulled out and drenched Nan. Which was how the two of us found ourselves putting on the last show of the afternoon. I cleaned her off, but then slid up and in. Then I rolled, pulling her into the top position.

I like this. Access and a view. She was just bouncing away while I tweaked her nipples and played with her clit.

Nan's a squirter. I was drenched.

So we headed off to the showers. We shampooed each other. Then Rola joined us.

It was nice.

I think I'll stop here. Just a little short entry. I'll come back and post more. Oh wait.

Rola wants to add something.

"Will you marry me?" asked Rola.

OK, that was unexpected. And wonderful.

"Yes," I said. "With joy."

We're going to celebrate.

But what about Nan?

Could we be? Are we?

We'll see. Given Rola is the oldest at 10, I don't think we have to rush.

But we're getting married this weekend.

In Lebanon.

Apparently the governor getting married is a freaking big deal.

It sure is to me.

Juanita is nuts

She is. Just nuts. Our backup point guard went down with an injury and would be out for about three weeks. That sucked but we had depth. It was a heck of a year. Our teams were incredibly competitive. Owners' meetings are fun, as we pick up more teams. Sorry, this is Bob.

Which made me wonder if we should buy another team. We do like basketball.

Back to Juanita. She texted me to check my email. I never check my email, so everyone knows to text me if I need to. The email to me was for a 10-day contract. Now, you're assuming I needed to approve it. Nope. The pros are in charge.

Except this time they were nuts. It was a contract for me.

See. I showed it to Amy thinking it would be good for a laugh.

"Oh, just sign it. You know you want to do it," said Amy.

She had me there. So I e-signed it and sent it back. Juanita texted me.

Practice is at 10. Be there. Your house.

So I sent her the paperwork transferring the house to her. Two could play this game. I couldn't believe I didn't do that before. Amy decided to come with me so we both headed out.

I suppose we should have told the kids. I wondered if any of them would even notice. Hell, I didn't even know if Jessica and Bill were on the planet. We believe in broad boundaries for our children. And if I called Jessica a child to her face she might do something objectionable to me.

Our lives are weird. It was great to see Juanita. We made sure we were early.

Let me rephrase that. We really, really, really miss Juanita and yes it was worthy of three. Juanita is such an integral part of our family. Without our meeting Juanita, not only would she not be in our lives, neither would Julia, and Jesse, and Gabe, and Ruby.

Holy shit.

We went inside and did the big hugs and kisses. Which admittedly took a while.

"Before we get naked, and we will get naked, I wanted to say something," I said. "We love you and we miss you. Our extended family has grown, a lot, but you were one of the first people that became a part of our family like that. Not only that, but you also brought along your parents and brother and sister. I simply cannot imagine a life that did not include your family."

Juanita blushed and it seemed like the right time for my next profound words.

"Let's fuck," I said. Good words. The best words. Meaningful words. Shit, I sound like him.

It was passionate and athletic and possibly superhuman. Simply incredible. Every possible combination, although I admit, bouncing up and down on Juanita's cock while playing with her nipples is a favorite for Amy and me. We tried something new. Yes, there is something new. Not much, but a little. Juanita laid down and I sat on her cock. Amy straddled Juanita, facing me, and sat down on my cock.

Then we bounced, while my hands strayed. Juanita's nipples. Amy's nipples.

Amy's clit. Juanita's hands came around and roamed too. You could just feel the love. Suddenly Juanita stopped.

"Where's Pari?" she asked.

"She's back home," said Amy.

"Why?" asked Juanita. "Did she have something else to do?"

"No," I said. "She just wanted to give us a night with you."

"Well that was stupid," said Juanita. "OK, it was wonderful, but unnecessary." Here we are, still fucking, and Juanita is sending a text.

Pari walked up just as the cum started flying. Most of it ended up on Pari and the three of us fought over cleanup.

We ended up sharing. We're like that. Then Amy and I watched while Pari bounced on Juanita. God, they look good together. The joy on Pari's face.

Amy squeezed my hand. God, we love them both.

Maybe a quint? Is a quint a thing?

I think practice killed me

Practice was rough. I'm in really good shape for the things I do, and our Friday night games are fun, but this was an NBA practice.

They were all startled when I drove the lane to the rim and dunked over Domas. I admit I was proud of that. It was the turning point in the scrimmage, and we scrubs pulled off the upset.

You should have seen my alley oop. No, not me throwing the ball to the rim, although as a point guard that made sense. We were coming down the court at speed in a two on one break. I didn't have the ball, so I ran to the rim. I looked over my shoulder and the ball was already in the air. It took me an instant to realize it wasn't a shot.

It was a pass. Up high. I put everything I had into that jump and caught it one-handed and just hammered it down.

That's when Juanita blew the whistle and called us all together.

"So who is embarrassed that Bob just threw that one down?" asked Juanita. No one said anything.

"Good," said Juanita. "Because that was one hell of a play. Tonight's game should be a cake walk for us but never take a game for granted. We are going to change things up a bit. Bob, you're going to come off the bench as the small forward. It will be small ball to the extreme, but you will burn them up in speed."

I don't think it helped that Amy couldn't stop laughing.

Not nice, Amy. You even encouraged me to do it.

The press was making it out as a stunt by a team owner. We not only let that go, but we also kind of encouraged it. I might suck but whatever I did would be unexpected. Juanita did pressure me that I had to be human. You know what I mean.

How do you take evolution into account in sports? You know. Eighteen holes in one.

My 16-foot vertical leap, right? Oh, we have good control so there was no risk.

Bob was going to be surprised

Juanita here. Oh, this is fun that Bob is playing but underestimates himself. I've never seen someone transform themselves like he has. He has put a huge focus on his vertical leap. He may only be 6'2" but he plays big.

OK, now I'm curious. I asked Bob when he last measured himself.

"I don't know. A long time. Maybe at 15?" said Bob. "I haven't grown since then."

So I asked the trainer to measure him. I wasn't buying it.

He is 6'3". Almost 6'4".

Well how handy is that? I was going to hold Kawhi out. That meant I was going to start Bob at small forward. Our teams had done some trades. The media was freaked but we like competition. You knew we'd be the top of the NBA, but our games are legendary.

Our starting five today is D'Angelo, Victor, Bob, Pascal, and Domas.

Hell of a team.

The tip went to Victor and Bob simply streaked down the court. Victor threw the ball to the rim from half court. I'd seen them practice this over and over, staying late to do it. Yeah, Bob's practiced with us before. You can't be surprised.

I never thought I'd see it in a game.

Bob took one running step past the free throw line and jumped. He wasn't even looking towards the ball. He raised his hand high, meeting the ball above the rim and just hammered it down.

Victor had led him with the pass perfectly. The entire arena erupted.

So much for Bob's vanity 10-day contract. Sacramento inbounded and Bob didn't go anywhere. He just hung out under our basket.

Until Victor made the play for the steal.

Giving Bob a little layup.

4-0.

All Bob. Bob and D'Angelo hooked up on some spectacular plays too. Bob kept drifting to the corner. He was waiting. He loves that shot.

Four times in a row.

We are four minutes into the game and Bob has sixteen points. Sacramento took a time out.

"Coach," said D'Angelo. "They have no video on Bob. They're catching on so switch it up. Put in Jimmy and move Bob to point. Once they start to figure it out, move him to the 2. Keep shifting. His role will keep shifting and they can't keep up. Substitute a lot and switch it fast. We can keep up."

I nodded and Jimmy checked in for D'Angelo. Bob kept pouring it in but also focused on his passing. Where he is really sneaky is rebounding. He has timing that lets him block out and rebound, particularly on the offensive end. He is also strong as fuck.

At half time Bob had 24 points, 9 rebounds, and 8 assists. We were up by 19.

Bob suggested that we had enough lead for him to sit. The funny thing is that in most situations that would have been incredibly arrogant. The new guy on a 10-day. Not with Bob. He cares about winning and doing the right thing.

"Now, that's silly," said Domas. "No offense, Bob, but we have another game tomorrow. Rest the starters and leave Bob in."

When you're right, you're right. We finished the game with Bob at the 2. Our two rookies were at point and center and our veteran locker room leaders that didn't get many minutes anymore played the entire half.

They built the lead to 31.

Bob finished with 39 points, 19 rebounds, 12 assists, and 5 steals.

And no turnovers. Oops, almost forgot the 4 blocks.

It was one hell of a performance. I did laugh that they made him pee in a cup.

All clean.

It was a fluke

Tomorrow we play the Lakers. Tonight was a fluke. I was the new guy. The unknown. They'll watch the tape and adjust.

We went back to Juanita's place. As you can imagine, a big group came to the game.

Now you're imagining an all-night orgy. Not for me. Everyone else, probably. But I had a game tomorrow.

I did get to bed at a reasonable hour. Amy insisted. Just the four of us.

Amy, Juanita, Pari, and me. Pari fell asleep on Juanita. They look good together. I did laugh that Pari is using Juanita's breasts as pillows.

She does that with Amy too. OK, sometimes I do too.

We would leave for LA in the morning. We were going to land at the house for our shoot around. Our teams always did that unless two were in LA at the same time. Even then we usually did because there was plenty of room. Our teams had incredible camaraderie so often stayed at the house. They had to share rooms, but no one minded. Oh, don't go there. I think. I suppose I really don't know.

Off to LA

This is so much fun. My nerdy programmer guy is a basketball stud.

Who knew? Bob wasn't an athlete at all before we met. Now.

Oh boy.

We are on the team plane heading to LA. Normally player's wives don't ride on the team plane, but they made an exception for me.

Owner's wife, ya know. They're a fun group and passionate about what they do.

Given it is a 15-minute flight I don't know that there was much controversy.

We were landing at the LA house and doing a shoot around.

Look at me. All basketball knowledgeable. I have gotten hooked and stream the games from all the teams. We go to a ton of games too. All of the teams. Why not?

I guess I'll narrate the game too. Let's just say they didn't have time to adjust. Clearly Bob was loafing in last night's game. Just terrible stats.

He did better tonight. The Magic just kept pouring it on. I'll start at the beginning. I got a floor seat with Pari, which was nice.

I noticed that every single one of the Lakers made a point of coming up to Bob. They'd shake hands or even hug. LeBron got a big bear hug. I admit I listened in. Yeah, we can do that. Every one of them was thanking Bob for saving the league. That might be a bit extreme, but Bob was a big believer in competition and had made a ton of trades to make the league competitive from top to bottom. This meant he traded stars to competitors, but he didn't care. The league was amazing now with every team capable of competing for the championship. Oh sure, our teams had a modest advantage. Bob's not stupid.

The starting lineup was small except Domas. Jimmy was at power forward, and massively outgunned by Antonio Davis. Bob was at small forward, Victor at the 2, and D'Angelo at point. They might not be tall, but they were freaking fast.

The first few plays were just back and forth, but then even I noticed that Juanita made a change. She didn't change the lineup. She changed their role, at least on offense.

She had Domas doing the ball handling. He's that good at it. He's gotten better every year. This meant that the other four players were fast. Really fast. Domas is also a passing big man, just like his father.

It was instantly clear why this would work. Either the Lakers put their point guard on Domas, or the Lakers center was outside the 3-point line and completely useless.

The first time up the court, they tried the point guard approach. Domas has almost 8 inches on him. No, not that way. Well maybe, but I don't know. He just passed over him. The passing was fast too. Bob was in his corner spot but saw the opening and just ran to the rim and made his leap. When he got to the rim, so did the ball. Fired right from Domas.

Hammer time.

They tried the other way the next time up, and our four smaller players just ran them into the ground. Bob ended up in his favorite corner and not only made the three, a Flagrant-1 was called on LeBron. I did appreciate that LeBron helped Bob up and apologized. He's competitive. I think he was seeing a blowout coming.

He was right.

Now, teams are going to catch on to Bob, but for now, he mopped the court with them.

51 points, 24 rebounds, 18 assists, 7 steals, 3 blocks.

He needs to work harder on those blocks. Every single point that wasn't a free throw was either Bob or an assist from Bob.

I think he might even get that second 10-day contract.

And then there were five

Ruby here. Funny story here. At least to me.

I wasn't missing any game in which Bob played. There were a lot of us following the team around. The team gets a few tickets but not nearly enough.

We tried to rent suites but that wasn't happening. Big games in every city. My story though is from the Laker game. We scalped a ton of tickets. Tomas couldn't come and doesn't really love basketball. I knew Edwin was a superfan.

So we went to the game. We ended up with shit seats but why not. I couldn't even have a beer! OK I sipped a little of Edwin's. About 15 minutes before the game, security came up and pointed at us and waved to have us step out.

"Here we go again," said Edwin. He sounded so sad. Given what he had accomplished in LA, with the school system and housing program, you would think he would start getting respect.

We stepped out and the two security people were smiling. Well that's surprising.

"Just to confirm, you're Ruby and Edwin?" said the young woman. "Ms. Buss described you both quite well."

"Ms. Buss?" said Edwin. "And yes that's us."

"Perfect. She asked if you would like to join her in her suite for the game," she said.

"Sure!" said Edwin with the enthusiasm of a 6-year-old. He does love the Lakers.

"Thank you," said Edwin, to me. "I owe you everything. Our community owes you everything." How do you respond to that?

With a simple you're welcome. We got to the suite and did introductions. Jeanie laughed.

"Of course I know who both of you are," said Jeanie. "Edwin has quite the reputation as a super fan."

Which is why I blended into the woodwork a bit and just listened to them. It was hilarious. Edwin is pretty strong willed.

You can understand why.

"Maybe you should own the team, Edwin," said Jeanie.

"Maybe I should," he said, with a laugh.

"Ask her how much she would take for it," I said to Edwin. He laughed.

"How much would it take?" said Edwin.

"We would sell for $2.5 billion," said Jeanie, smiling.

"Too high but not by much," said Edwin. "I'd say $2.2 is fair."

"I'd take that," said Jeanie, laughing. That was a fair price. All of us basketball nerds had instructions from Bob on a price to take.

"Edwin," I said. "Stick out your hand."

He did and Jeanie took it with a bemused look on her face.

"Now, repeat one word after me," I said. "Sold."

He laughed but he did it. Then they both turned and looked at me.

"Jason's team will reach out and close the deal," I said. "But we consider the handshake binding, so we are good. Want to announce it at halftime?"

"Sure," said Jeanie.

"Doesn't Bob need to be here? Or one of the other owners?" asked Edwin.

"Nope. The new owner is here," I said. They both smiled.

"Adding a team to your responsibilities?" asked Jeanie.

"Nope. I didn't shake your hand," I said. Edwin laughed.

"Like I own the Lakers," laughed Edwin.

I just waited them both out.

"Oh hell, no," said Edwin.

"You just finished your PhD in sports management. It was your dream and you powered through the program," I said. "Think of the message it sends to the community."

"It really does," said Jeanie.

Which is how Jeanie introduced Edwin as the new owner of the Lakers. At halftime. At center court. Pari and Amy were in floor seats. That can't surprise you. They smiled through the entire program. I was standing with the team, who learned about it in the locker room. Lots of love at halftime.

After the announcement, Coach Vogel walked over and led him to a seat on the bench to thunderous applause.

Jeanie and I went back to the suite.

"You know what you're doing is changing the world," said Jeanie.

"Not me. The family, and yes I know that sounds vaguely like the mafia. The good mafia," I said, laughing.

"Sure. We will go with that even though we both know you're full of shit," said Jeanie. "Does he know he owns Staples Center and a lot more?"

"No because I didn't," I said.

"We bought it when Philip died," said Jeanie.

"Bob owns the ranch," I said. Jeanie laughed.

"And the garage full of toys," said Jeanie. Yeah. He does.

"Well that's a win then," I said.

With that, she left the suite. I think she is happy.

I'm pretty sure Edwin is.

Ruby is a force

Edwin here. Tonight I sat on the bench and watched my team get their asses handed to them.

My team. I'm still a little lost but still.

This is a lot better than running a gang. Hey, maybe I still do. A good gang.

That makes me happy.

Superfan

Pari here. It was a great game and a great experience, even if the Lakers got toasted. At least it was the Magic! Bob, oh God, he looked good. Yeah, great basketball.

He looked good. I will reward him tonight, with Amy. Repeatedly until he can't anymore. Between Amy's glorious breasts, and my puffies, we can usually coax one more out than he thinks is possible. Sometimes we have to put in the effort, you know?

That had nothing to do with this story. During the game, I realized that I truly enjoyed it. I mean the whole experience. The game, for sure, but being at the game. The crowd. The energy. It is electric.

And I am blessed to be able to sit in floor seats for the show. I know I am blessed. Not just the poor Iranian kid that made it good, but the fact that I am sitting with one of the two loves of my life.

That thought got me a kiss. From Amy. During the game. On the kiss cam.

Well, we do own the arena. Thankfully it was after halftime. In fact, that leads us to the inevitable tangent. Much of the security is off-duty cops. One security guard did not appreciate the lesbian kiss that included the 12-year-old. He does not understand what he is missing. He came rushing over, with handcuffs out.

"You're under arrest," he shouted. He grabbed Amy's arm and pulled her out of her seat. He spun her around and put on the handcuffs. He spun her back facing him, while managing to grope both her ass and her left tit.

This isn't going to end well.

"Is there a problem?" asked Amy. She then handed back his handcuffs. Come on, do you really think unlocking a pair of handcuffs is that tough for us? We just picture them unlocked and they are.

He just kind of stared at the handcuffs. Finally Amy laughed and handed them to me, and I put them in my purse.

He can have them back if he asks politely. Otherwise, what girl can't use another pair of handcuffs.

"How did...what...um," said the security guard.

"Why don't you just go back to your spot and do our job," said Amy, in the sweetest voice. She held out her hand. I got it. No handcuffs for me. I gave them back and she handed them to the security guard. He immediately spun and marched back to his spot.

I'm confident he couldn't move without Amy allowing it. After all, I could do it. Several people did offer the videos if we wanted to make an issue of it. We would. Discretely.

Oh come on. Your mind went there? OK, he's cute, but still.

After the game ended, he marched right back in front of us and stood at attention. He towered over us both. Most people had left.

"That was uncalled for," said Amy.

"You kissed a child! With tongue" said the guard.

"I kissed an adult," said Amy. "With tongue. And later we're going to go down on each other while our husband fucks her. Maybe even in the ass. But that's not what I am talking about."

At this point, he has to be hurting.

"I get why you thought it was an issue. You failed on two counts. One bad and one unforgiveable. The first was that you didn't just talk to us first. The second was you groped my ass and my breast without my permission. That does not deserve a second chance. Consider this a learning lesson. Had you asked, we would have shared that while we understood and appreciated your concern, this building is now the property of the country of Dionysus and therefore I could bend her over a seat and fuck her with a double-ended dildo and it would be entirely legal. We could be halftime entertainment."

Really hurting. They Amy leaned over, giving him a pretty nice downblouse shot.

"As for the groping, if you had done the first thing, once you realized that this was a consulate, you could have just asked permission. Hell, you're cute. You could have fucked both of us until you couldn't anymore," said Amy.

That's when a Dionysus team showed up to take him away.

Don't fuck with Amy.

Oh, she'll let him go, after putting a serious fear of God into him.

I would have done the same thing.

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