Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2015 16:13:30 -0500
From: lokiaga@austin.rr.com
Subject: Minding the Guys 3

Minding the Guys 3
By Lance Kyle

The next morning was Saturday, with the boys due back to their parents in
the evening when Tama returned from her conference, but in the meantime the
boys had a Tae Kwon Do tournament that morning.  I was amazed at all the
activities that are scheduled for kids these days, far more than was the
case for me.  But it didn't start right away, and once again I found it
delightful to wake up entangled with the two brown boys in my bed.

Eleven year old Rachman was still snoring, but thirteen year old Richin
yawned and stretched.  I rolled over in his direction.  We looked into each
other's eyes, then smiled, then began kissing gently.  I don't know what it
was, but this time the kissing and snuggling felt deeper somehow, more
intimate if that were possible.  Arms entwined bodies, gently caressing and
rubbing.  I reached around to Richin's firm bottom and kneaded it, bringing
soft moans of delight from his throat.  He ran his palms over my back, then
against my chest, then reached down to align his rampant, dark brown penis
with my stiff rose one, just joining them together as brother cocks.

I felt such a wave of love for this boy.  I gently rolled over and scooped
him underneath me, and pushed my penis between his brown legs, holding them
tight together with my thighs on the outside of his. About that time
Rachman woke up with a start and looked over at us.  He let out a long, low
"oooooo" and then leapt from the bed to urinate, returning just as quickly
to look and admire, but I think he also sensed that something special was
happening.

At first I held myself up off of Richin, palms flat on the bed, and both of
us looked down at the sight of my penis sliding up and down between his
legs, as if he had a vagina, his own dark brown package just above that.  I
don't know about Richin, but the sight of our different colors was
powerfully erotic to me, rose colored penis sliding between brown legs, my
cream colored legs against his brown ones.  Richin placed his palms against
my chest, tweaking my nipples.  Then he wrapped his arms around my back,
pulling me down toward him. I slid my arms under his shoulders, his arms
still around my back, we pulled ourselves into each other.  We were kissing
and nuzzling, looking deep into each other's eyes.  It truly felt as if we
had become one body of two colors, two ages, and he rocked his pelvis up
and down to receive my penis in the rhythm that I set, hugging tight.

When that first wave of the primal ocean began in my legs and groin, I
broke off kissing to whisper urgently, "Look into my eyes," and as my
torrent built and then rolled forth I cried out and so did he, our bodies
grinding and trembling together as I bucked and pushed into him.  The wave
passed over us and, while I was still breathing heavily, I rolled over onto
my back and put Richin in the same position, his rampant fudge colored cock
in between my legs.  Rachman smiled, still just watching.  Richin now began
his own rhythm as we held each other tightly, kissing and nuzzling.

At one point I swear I heard him whisper "A munchkin, A munchkin" but we
were too caught up in the real union of our bodies for me to pursue it.
"Oh, a munchkin" he whispered once more frantically, and then came, his
thirteen year old body spasming and trembling as he oozed his semen between
my legs and down onto the bed beneath us.  Now we both lay there for a
while, recovering breath, caressing and kissing.

Then I became aware of eleven year old Rachman placing his hand gently upon
my shoulder, upon Richin's back.  Richin immediately rolled off, his
wilting penis pulling a silver trail of cum, so that his brother could have
a turn.

"Rachman, you do the same, but when you come, pull out and come on my belly
so you can see the sperm you are making,' I said.  His first, and previous,
ejaculation had disappeared down my throat the day before.  He nodded with
quick understanding and went to work.

He certainly fucked me with love, I could feel it and see it in his eyes,
but with more of an eleven year old's sense of urgency and sheer lust. He
pistoned his dark brown cock up and down between my legs faster than I
could match him, his hands cupped around my shoulders and hanging on for
dear life.  And then he began shaking his head and gasping and at the last
moment pulled his penis out and rested it on my belly, craning his abdomen
up off of me, as all three of us watched the twitching chocolate cock spurt
out a small but undeniable quantity of semen.  Rachman was gasping from the
orgasm and also from joy at the sight of his seed.  He squatted back on his
haunches and milked a few more drops from his penis, then with his finger
traced circles on my belly in his semen, while Richin did the same.  Then
Richin nudged me and said "Squat," and as I did so we revealed the puddle
of his and my cum on the bed, not entirely soaked in.  Richin wiped
Rachman's semen from my belly with his hand and then swirled it into his
and my white male juice on the bed, all three of delighting in the mixing
of our sperm there.

Rachman seemed to have some inspiration that morning, for he jumped from
the bed and headed for the bathroom, where he said, "I gotta crap.  Want to
see?" He squatted on the toilet, his slender brown feet on each side of the
bowl, and with a grunt pushed out one long brown turd and then plop, plop,
two smaller ones.  Richin and I bent down and could plainly see them coming
from the wrinkled starfish of his anus.  I realized that neither Richin nor
I had urinated that morning and so I nudged him and said, "Do this."
Telling Rachman to hold his squat, I stood and carefully aimed my penis,
then began a strong flow of urine that bathed Rachman's chocolate brown
genitals before it splattered into the bowl below.  Both boys giggled and
Richin followed suit, showering his brother's genitals with his own stream
of golden pee.  When we were finished, Richin shook himself and then jumped
off the stool.  But we were not done.  Now Richin took his own squat above
the bowl and after a couple of grunting noises ran a stream of loose brown
shit into the bowl.  Finished, not wiping, he jumped off and it was my
turn.  Both boys could plainly see as two big, long turds curled out and
down from my pink anus and into the bowl. We took a minute to admire the
bowl filled with our work, then flushed it, and it was with some difficulty
that it cleared. Then with lots of laughing and good natured jokes we
entered the shower, lathering extra hard to clean each other's butts with
scented soap, and I especially enjoyed the sight of the white lather on the
boys' brown bodies.

Our high spirits continued through the showers, dressing, and breakfast.
Then it was time to dress for their Tae Kwon Do tournament.  I got them
situated and took a seat in the grandstands of the high school basketball
arena that was being used for the purpose.  I was pleasantly surprised when
the boys' father, Abay, leapt up the steps and took a seat next to me.  "I
had an hour free in my rotation at the hospital," he said, "And I thought
I'd come see the boys' compete."  He spotted them on the floor and ran down
to embrace them, speaking to them briefly before resuming his seat near me.

"Tama gets back this evening, she or I can come get them about 7pm if
that's OK," he said, and I agreed, although inwardly I felt a pang of
regret at the prospect of their departure.  Abay and I exchanged small talk
and then his tone turned a little more serious.

"Joe," he said, "both Tama and I, and of course the boys, cannot express
our gratitude and delight at all the help you have given us.  You've become
a part of the family in ways that perhaps none of us expected."  I thought
to myself that he didn't know the half of it, but I thanked him and told
him how much I liked the boys and appreciated any chance to help.  He
continued: "You may be sick and tired of the practices of our country, but
we have a kind of special relationship between our children and treasured
adults outside the family.  It may be based on all kinds of relationships,
and could but need not be based on how you started with the boys."  I
thought he blushed under his brown skin and looked away briefly.  He went
on: "Tama and I have discussed this kind of relationship with the boys many
times, and believe me, they already feel that toward you.  Of course, Tama
and I approve.  There are no specific duties or obligations that come with
it, but it is a very special kind of close relationship, like family if not
closer.  But I think the boys have been too shy to bring it up to you.  The
adult in this relationship is called the `Umenchen.'  Have they brought up
that title to you?"

I had to suppress a startle, for I immediately recognized that, in the heat
of our very close, very intimate coupling that morning, what I took to be
"A munchkin" from Richin was in fact his involuntarily uttering that term
of great intimacy, "Umenchen."  But I rallied to keep a straight face and
told Abay that no, I had not heard it, although I would be deeply honored
by it.  He nodded, and then added, "The term for the young person or people
in such a relationship is `Monchen.'  I really do think the boys will bring
this up to you, and if you want to surprise them pleasantly you could
address them in that way."

I thanked Abay and told him, with great sincerity, that I hoped the boys
would indeed bring the matter up.  We discussed the boys' performances for
the rest of the hour that he had, and then waving to his sons, he slipped
away.

The boys did alright in the tournament.  They were not very advanced in
their belts.  Each won one and lost one round, and is the way of the world
today each got a trophy nevertheless.  But they were happy and so was I.
We went back to my house and I got some lunch together while they changed.
We sat down around the table assembling sandwiches, when I asked them to
pause.  Putting out both my hands, I took a hand of theirs in each of mine.
They looked at me and each other a little quizzically.  I said, "You
parents will come get you at 7pm.  I will be happy to see you go back to
your family, but sad that we won't be together all the time.  But that's
the way these things work.  I want you to know I love and value both you
very much, and it's not just the sex."  I squeezed each hand and each boy
squeezed back, smiling brilliantly.  And then very distinctly, I added,
"You are my Monchen."

A look of astonishment came over them, and then laughter, and each boy
jumped up from their chairs to bind me in tight hugs.  "Dad told you!"
Rachman exclaimed, and I replied that he had.  Richin said that he and
Rachman had intended to bring it up but had been shy.  "So...is that OK?" I
asked.  And by reply each hugged me tightly again, showering me with
kisses, and then in what I took to be from their culture, each stepped back
a step, placed their palms together as if in prayer, and bowed to me, both
sayng "Umenchen."  It was very sweet.

After lunch we piled into my bed, all of us naked, and watched a little TV,
but it didn't seem like quite the time for sex, and of course we'd already
done it that day.  We snuggled, entwining limbs, gently rubbing, and
kissing as we watched whatever was on.  We drifted in and out of naps, and
thus spent the afternoon in a warm and cozy haze.

Later I rose and prepared dinner, instructing the boys to pack up.  We were
quiet as we ate the meal, and I had to remind them that this was the start
of what would be a long, long relationship, and that seemed to restore
everyone's good mood.  As we were cleaning up the bell rang, and it was
both Tama and Abay there to collect their treasures.  Each boy hugged me
and kissed me on the cheek, and then gave the ritual bow, addressing me as
Umenchen, to which I returned a Monchen.  Tama and Abay beamed at this.
Then with much waving and calling of goodbye the family walked down my
path.  But I was right, this was just the start of a long relationship.



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