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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
13  

   Over breakfast the next day James asked me if we could go to the beach.
I wasn't sure he was strong enough after his journey but, when he said he
had never been to a beach, I decided to enjoy the day with him and Iain.  I
remembered how much Iain had enjoyed spearing his big fish and so I planned
on checking the fish trap first and asking Iain and James to try to spear
whatever I managed to chase to their end of the pool.  With luck, we'd have
fish for lunch and some to bring home and then we could spend the afternoon
at the beach having fun.  Iain and James were eager to go.  Then I told
them we could go only when we had first done our work.

   "Work comes first.  Then we can play."

   "What work?" Iain asked."

   "I want to dig the potatoes," I said.  "When the vines die back, it's
time to dig the potatoes.  I think we can do it in a couple of hours. 
We'll need to bring them indoors because I don't know whether birds or
animals might bother them if we leave them outdoors.  I'll dig and you two
can sort them and carry them indoors."

   "Why do we sort them?" James asked.  "Aren't they all good to eat?"

   "Yes, but I want you and Iain to sort them into three piles.  I want one
pile for any potato that's blemished or cut with the shovel.  We'll eat
them first.  Then I want a pile of the small potatoes and another of the
big ones.  Can you two do that?"

   "Sure, we can do it," James said, enthusiastically.  "You dig'em.  I'll
sort'em.  Iain can carry'em in."

   There were lots more potatoes than I counted on but we finished by
mid-morning.  We were covered with dirt and debris so we showered quickly
and then I led them into the clothing storeroom so I could show them
something new to wear.

   "What is it?" Iain asked.

   It was two rectangular panels of cloth attached to a long strap of
cloth. I had seen them on my first exploration and had wondered why they
might be needed.  After contending with bugs, I knew.  I liked the idea of
wearing one since my penis and testicles were left unencumbered and could
just hang naturally.

   "It's a loincloth," I said.  It covers your butt in back and your crotch
in front.  I'm tired of swatting bugs away from my dick and my ass.  Just
tie it around your waist and you're good to go."

   Like three Wild West savages, we went down the mountain, moccasins on
our feet, loincloths covering our butts and crotches, and spears in our
right hands.  I thought back to my years of wearing uniforms and wondered
what the Army would think of my current attire.  It certainly wasn't
regulation but I liked it.

   As before, we built a fire before we got in the water.  I stood silently
by while Iain got James to tie the string to his wrist and then told him to
tie the other end to his dick.  James didn't like being teased any more
than Iain had.

   I asked Iain and James to try to spear the fish first while I got in the
water and drove them toward one end of the pool.  Then I asked Iain to
drive the fish while James and I tried to spear them.  Well before the sun
was at its highest, we had speared as many as I wanted us to carry back
home.  I stopped and let James get one last one.  He didn't want to quit
until I told him he had to carry them back up the mountain.

   I asked Iain and James to select three fish they thought we could eat,
then gutted them, stuck spears in the heads, propped them before the fire,
and asked Iain to watch them.  While the fish were cooking, I gutted the
rest, strung them up on three stringers, and hefted the stringer with the
biggest fish.  I was satisfied that I could easily carry my part.  I hoped
Iain and James could too.  James acted like it was a grand meal when he ate
his fish.  Iain ate most of his and James ate the rest.  My fish was about
the same size as Iain's and I ate everything and then picked at the head,
much to his disgust.

   At the beach, Iain led the charge into the water.  I stood back looking
at James until he ran and then I was right behind him.  We swam, played,
and tried to drown each other.  James was smiling every time his head came
back up.  I showed him how to stand on his toes while I grabbed his heels
and threw him up out of the water.  Then I alternated between him and Iain
until I was waterlogged and tired.  Both of them finally managed to cannon
ball back into the water.

   When we finally slogged out of the water, Iain and James started their
usual grab-ass or grab-dick or whatever they called it.  They ended up in a
truce with their backs together and their arms interlocked on each side. 
Iain bent over until his torso was almost horizontal to the ground and that
pulled James feet out of the sand so he was still on Iain's back but with
his legs in the air.  When Iain straightened up, James bent over and Iain's
legs went straight up in the air.  I suppose they knew they had invented a
new game.  They kept doing it, looking at me and yelling and laughing,
until they both finally collapsed in a pile in the sand.  I sat there on
the sand wondering when they would want me to do it.  I felt sure Iain
could lift me; I wasn't sure James could.

   We lay in the sun on the beach for a while, warming up, and then had
another turn in the water.  This time, Iain wanted to show James how he
could stand on my shoulders and dive off.  James finally learned to do it
and again I alternated between them.  Then they wanted me to lift both of
them at once by diving down, sticking my head between Iain's legs, and
lifting, with James already on Iain's shoulders.  I managed to do it for a
few seconds until James fell off backwards, dragging Iain down, and finally
dragging me under too.  They were ungrateful for my accomplishment.  They
ganged up on me and tried to drown me.  I swam away from them underwater,
hoping they would think they had succeeded.

   We donned our Wild West Indian outfits to go back up the mountain.  They
didn't complain about having to carry their share of the fish and they kept
up a continuous stream of talking and whooping and yelling as we went home.
We were almost back when James asked me to stop so he could rest.  I looked
at him and saw that the poor kid looked exhausted.  I asked Iain if he
could carry three stringers of fish the rest of the way while I carried
James on my back.  He could, I did, and we trudged on home, exhausted but
happy.

   <><><>

   That night, I was awakened when James got up and left our bed chamber. I
had told Aimee to keep the lights in any occupied room on very dim at night
and I could clearly see him, especially his white butt.  I assumed he was
going to the toilet to piss but I wasn't sure.  I wanted to make sure he
was OK so I followed him.

   In the toilet, James was standing in front of one of the urinals, with
both hands down in front of him.  He turned, looked at me, and smiled when
I walked up to the adjacent urinal.  When I started pissing, he leaned over
and looked at what I was doing.  Then he backed up a step or two, still
pissing, and arched his stream over into the urinal.  I turned and looked
at what he was doing.  He grinned at me, took another step backwards, and
arched his stream a little higher but right into the urinal.  I couldn't
help but grin but I didn't try to emulate him.  When we both finished and
turned to walk away, I swatted him on his naked butt.

   "Gotcha," I said.

   "Just wait," he said.  "I'll getcha back."

   In the hallway back to our bed chamber, he had a question for me.

   "David, may I sleep with you?"

   I held my finger in front of my mouth and told him to whisper.  I didn't
want to awaken Iain.

   "No, James, you have your own bed," I whispered.  "You should sleep in
it.  If Iain or I disturb you, you can have a bed chamber of your own."

   "I want to sleep with you, David.  You can fuck me if you want to," he
said, pleading.

   For a moment, I couldn't believe what I had heard.  I didn't want to
fuck him.  I wanted to protect him from being fucked.  I wanted to help him
to grow up and become a man for the girl or woman I knew would eventually
show up for him.  After just a few days, I liked him and I respected him.
After what he had gone through in his childhood, I wanted to make the rest
of his life a happy one.  I didn`t want to fuck him and I didn't want
anybody else to do it either.  I knew I had to talk to him and I wondered
what to say.

   "Get your blanket and get in the bed with me," I said.  "I want to talk
to you."

   I crawled in to the far side of my bed alcove, spread my light blanket
over me up to my waist, and waited for him.  When he came back he was
dragging his blanket, looking like a little child.  I told him to wrap his
blanket around himself and to lay down with me.  When he did, he turned his
butt toward me and scooted back against me.

   "James, turn over," I whispered.  "I want us to look at each other."

   He turned over but he didn't look at my face.

   "Look at me, James," I whispered.

   He finally looked in my eyes.  I suppose he knew I was surprised and
angry because of what he had said.

   "James, what do you want from me?" I asked.

   "I don't know, David.  I just want you to like me.  I want to be your
friend."

   "I like you, James.  I respect and admire you too.  You've had a
miserable childhood but since you've been here you've done everything I
asked without complaining and you've made every day a better day for me. 
You're the biggest source of joy in my life.  I like having you around.  As
far as I'm concerned, we're already friends."

   He just looked at me and smiled.

   "James, you can't buy love and friendship by letting some guy fuck you.
He won't respect you; he won't really like you; he'll hold you in contempt.
I want you to promise me you'll never offer yourself to anyone else like
that."

   "But the reverend said he liked me."

   "He liked your ass, James.  That's all.  The rest of you is a wonderful
young man who deserves a hell of a lot better life than he's had so far. 
If you'll let me, I'll try to make your life a good one.  I'm being honest
with you.  I want to be your friend.  I want us to be like brothers in the
same family.  Now can you promise?"

   "Yeah, I promise."

   "You promise what?  Look me the eyes when you answer."

   He looked me in the eyes and promised.  "I promise I'll never ask
anybody to fuck me just so I can get their friendship, David."

   "Good.  I'm already your friend and I like you.  I like you a lot.  I
want to help you grow up.  Did Iain or Aimee tell you who's coming here
eventually?"

   He shook his head negatively.

   "Eventually, there will be twenty people here, James.  There will be ten
males and ten females.  One of those females will be your wife and the
mother of your children."

   "Who...I mean, how do you know that?"

   "I know because Aimee told me and she's incapable of lying.  You're
going to have a girl to love you and the two of you will grow up to be a
loving man and a loving woman and someday you'll have children to love you.
You'll have your own wonderful loving family but you've got to grow up to
be worthy of their love.  There's nothing more satisfying to a man than
having a wife and children to love.  You've got to be a good man and take
care of them and they'll love you for it."

   He looked at my face, probably trying to assimilate what I had told him.
Finally he smiled at me again.

   "I hope so, David," he whispered.  "I really do."

   "I know so, James," I whispered back.

   "Well, I'd still like to sleep with you.  You make me feel safe and I'm
not afraid as long as you're around."

   "You can sleep with me but we can't sleep naked against each other,
James.  I get hard-ons during the night and I don't want you thinking I
want to fuck you."

   "Your dick gets hard too?" he asked.

   "Yes, James.  It's just a normal part of being a man.  We all get
erections at night.  I don't know how many because I'm asleep but I wake up
lots of times with a boner.  It doesn't mean I'm sexually aroused.  Do you
know what a nocturnal emission is?  A wet dream?"

   He shook his head no.

   "Sometimes I have an orgasm at night and I haven't done anything to
cause it.  It's like my testicles overflow and squirt out a load of semen
on me or the bed clothes.  It's called a wet dream.  It's just my body
letting off the pressure my testicles cause.  That's one reason Iain and I
jack off before we go to sleep.  It saves having to clean up a mess in bed.
You'll have wet dreams too and it will probably happen to you soon.  It's
just normal.  It's nothing to worry about."

   "I guess I've got a lot to learn," he said.

   "James, if you could have anything you wanted, I mean absolutely
anything, what would it be?"

   He was slow in answering.  "I would like to have a mother and father to
love me and take care of me.  I've always wanted parents who would love me.
I would like to be part of a big family of people who love each other."

   "That's a good answer, James.  Maybe we can't create a mother and father
for you but we can create a big family for you.  That's what I want the
first twenty people to come here to be like - a family.  Now turn over and
move back against me.  I want to spoon up to your butt...with a blanket
between us."

   He turned over, scooted back against me, sighed deeply, and seemed to
relax.  I put my arm over him, hoping that would make him feel protected. I
wanted to show affection for him but I wasn't sure how.  Finally, I moved
my hand to his head and gently stroked his long soft hair from his temple
back over his ear.  I think he went to sleep almost immediately.  I lay
there for a while, thinking of ways I could help him to grow up and how I
could create a big family.

   The next morning, I was awakened when Iain put his hand on my arm and
gently shook it.  When I opened my eyes he was leaning over into my bed
alcove with his hand still on my bicep.  He was sporting his usual morning
piss-hard.  I was spooned up to James with my arm over his chest and he was
holding my fist against his throat.  The blanket covered both of us from
the waist down.  My penis was pressed against James' rear, warm and
engorged but without a morning piss-hard.

   "Don't wanna get up," James whispered.

   <><><>

   A few days later, we went back to the beach.  Again, I found some work
for us for the morning and about mid-morning we put on our savage- warrior
outfits - moccasins, loincloths, and spears - to go to the beach.  When we
came back, I prepared our evening meal, Iain and I had agreed that when I
cooked, he would clean.  When he cooked, I cleaned.  James helped a little
with both cooking and cleaning.  This time, I let him go talk to Aimee as
soon as he had eaten.  Iain and I stayed in the kitchen and talked about
him until he came out of her room and said he was going to bed.

   Aimee greeted me and Iain, as usual, when we went in her room.  I held
my finger in front of my lips, told her James had gone to bed, and asked
her to speak softly.

   "Did you have a good day, David?  You brought back a lot of fish again
so I assume you had luck spearing fish."

   "Yeah, we had a very good day.  I'm going to smoke some more fish
tomorrow.  I think Iain and James can watch them while I work on something
else."

   "Did you go to the beach again?" she asked.

   "Yeah, we spent part of the afternoon at the beach.  Iain and James wore
me out playing in the water.  They both dove off my shoulders so much I'm
sore."

   "Well, you shouldn't have shown us how to do it, David," Iain said. 
"Aimee, James was like a little porpoise.  He loves everything about the
beach and the water."

   "Well, I do too," I said.  "Aimee, I wish you could have seen him
imitating a monkey.  I laughed so hard my stomach ached.  He wouldn't give
up until he got me and Iain imitating monkeys too."

   "Did you take a tablet with you, David?"

   "Iain did.  He always takes one to identify plants.  Why?"

   "It is capable of recording scenes such as you describe.  When you place
a tablet in the dock to recharge it, I can see the scenes."

   "I didn't know that," Iain said.  "Now I'm going to record some
embarrassing scenes of David and James.  David can be as funny as James
when he wants to be.  He can do a marvelous imitation of a gorilla."

   "Well, I would have recorded you standing up on that rock and pissing.
Aimee would have loved to see you showing off."

   "Don't you dare!  Anyway, you and James did it too."

   "Yeah, but we didn't climb on a rock and try to piss on you."

   "That's only because I climbed on the rock first," he said.  "I had to
clean the rest of the come out of my dick.  I didn't want it drooling down
my legs all the way home."

   I turned to look at Aimee.  "Aimee, you told me that you could teach
young males and females about sex and you said you had videos or movies of
young couples having sex.  Could you show James a movie if I tell you what
I want him to see?"

   "Yes, David, do you want me to give him lessons about sex too?"

   "No, not at first.  I want you to give him privacy to watch a young
couple having tender loving sex and I want you to let him know that it's OK
for him to masturbate when he sees the movie.  He'll probably say jack off
or wank instead of masturbate.  Make sure he knows I gave you permission to
show the movies to him.  Can you do that?"

   "Yes, David.  I can close the door and tell him I will not be watching.
Is that sufficient privacy?"

   "Yeah, that's private enough.  Now here's what I want him to see.  I
want a young couple, maybe teens, so James will identify with them.  The
movie should be explicit, showing everything.  I want him to see the young
man with his penis in the young woman's vagina.  I want the movie to be
tender, gentle love-making.  I don't want it to be hard sex when the guy
just fucks the girl with no care whether she's enjoying it or not.  I don't
want any anal sex.  No bondage or toys or rough stuff.  Oral sex is fine
but don't show him anything where the guy pulls out of her pussy and the
girl opens her mouth so he can come in it.  Oral sex in both directions as
foreplay would be good.  It would be better if James can clearly see that
the boy comes in the girl's vagina.  It would be even better if he can see
that the girl has an orgasm too.  Above all, I want it to be a couple who
seem to love each other and are gentle and caring.  Can you find a movie
like that?"

   "I will have to review all the movies I have to see if I can find one
like that.  Would you like to review them to see if one is what you want?"

   "How long will it take you to review them?"

   "There are hundreds to choose from and it will take me about ten minutes
to review them all.  If I find one which meets your specifications early in
my review, the time may be less.  Is that too slow?"

   "No, you can do it much faster than I could.  Now, the next rainy
afternoon, I'm going to send James to you.  I want him to learn how normal
and good and beautiful sex can be between a young loving girl and boy.  Do
you understand what I'm trying to do?"

   "Yes, David.  I will do my best to show James how wonderful sexual love
can be.  I will help you erase the scars from his first sexual experiences.
James is a beautiful young boy and I enjoy interacting with him.  One of my
primary capabilities is to function as a teacher.  I have knowledge of many
subjects as well as sex."

   "OK, you handle it the way you think best.  Let him see all the movies
like that he wants.  After a couple of movies, offer to give him lessons
about sex.  I'll talk to him and encourage him to let you teach him.  Do
you think that's a good way to help him?"

   "Yes, David.  I agree."

   "You can let Iain see the movies too if he wants to.  It's up to Iain
whether he participates in the lessons.  I don't think he needs them as
much as James."

   "I'd like to watch the movies and take the lessons too, Aimee," Iain
said.  "I'd like to learn how to help Caitlyn to be more adventurous about
sex.  She thinks there's only one way to do it.  I'd like her to see what
it's like to do oral sex.  Got any hints on that?"

   "Yes, Iain.  If you can convince her to let you perform cunnilingus on
her first, she will likely reciprocate by doing fellatio on you."

   Iain sniggered.  "You mean if I lick her pussy first she's more likely
to suck my dick?"

   "Yes, Iain, that is what I mean.  David, should I use the scientific
terms when talking about sex or should I just use the common terms?  You
usually call your male sexual organ your penis, not your dick."

   "If you're comfortable with the common terms, just use them, please," I
answered.  "I'll talk with you later about the way you should refer to sex.
I don't want it to ever sound crude or dirty or sinful."

   "I understand, David," she responded.  "I will not make it sound that
way."

   "Aimee, there are some other subjects I'd like to learn about," Iain
said.  "Can you help me learn some mathematics or physics?  My father
always wanted me to study that stuff."

   "Yes, Iain, I have the capability to teach both math and physics."

   "Aimee, can you evaluate James' intelligence too," I asked.  "I have a
feeling he's exceptionally bright.  He puzzles me.  Sometimes I think he's
deliberately pretending to be an ordinary kid.  I've caught him looking at
me like he's trying to judge me to see how to answer my questions."

   "Yes, David, I can test his intelligence.  If I am to function as a
teacher, I must know the intelligence level of my students."

   "After that I would like you to evaluate his education and see what
subjects we might encourage him to study.  I don't want you lecturing to
him.  I want you to give him guidance and then answer his questions.  Let
him do his reading on a tablet.  Can you do that?  I was home schooled and
I never sat in a classroom until I went to the Academy.  That's what I want
for James."

   "I can do that, David.  Teaching is one of my primary functions.  Do you
want me to give you progress reports?"

   "Yeah, once a month would be fine.  Now, Iain, are you OK with what I
want to start about education?  I think I need to guide James but I think
you're old enough to decide what you want to study.  I hope you don't think
your education is over.  I recommend you work with Aimee and set up a
schedule to study whatever interests you.  I'm going to do the same thing."

   "I know it's not over, David.  I'll work with her.  I think she will be
a great teacher."

   "Thank you, Iain," Aimee said.  "I think you will be a great student."

   "OK, now here's something else I want to do," I said.  "If there's any
reason why I shouldn't do it, I want you two to tell me.  I want to create
a family from the first twenty people who come here.  I want some sort of
ceremony where they promise to be part of the family and to love and
respect the other members.  I would like everybody to go by just one name
until they choose a mate.  Then the couple can choose a last name for the
family they are creating."

   I waited.  Both Aimee and Iain were looking at me.  From their smiles, I
gathered they didn't think I had lost my mind.

   "OK, I assume you can't think of any reason why we shouldn't do it. 
Iain, I want you to work with Aimee to come up with some sort of brief
ceremony.  She's going to be keeping records of everything that goes on
here, so she should be the one to conduct the ceremony.  Can you do that?"

   "Yes, David, I think that's a great idea," Iain said.  "James told me
that he never had a mother and father and a real family and he was in four
different foster homes.  I have a father and mother but I guess I'll never
see them again.  You don't have any immediate family relatives back where
we came from.  The twenty of us will be the founding members of the new
human race so we'll all be like one big family.  I like the idea."

   "Will you conduct the ceremony, Aimee?"

   "Yes, David, I will conduct it.  One of my functions is to maintain
records of everything that happens here, such as births, marriages, and
deaths.  I believe a record of each person joining the family should be
kept as well as the family name of each couple who marry and, of course,
their children.  "

   Iain had something else to say.  "David, if you and I are part of the
same family, you're going to be like a big brother to me.  I like that but
you can't tell me what to do.  I'm a grown man and I can think for myself.
If you try to boss me around...well, I may not listen to you."

   "Good.  I want you to be independent.  I want your advice, not your
obeisance.  When there are twenty people here, we're going to have to get
along with each other.  We're all going to be dependent on each other to
survive.  I'm going to try to make the group into a family which knows
they've got to cooperate to survive.  I want you to help me.  I want you to
be my brother."

   "OK, I'll work with Aimee to make up a ceremony.  I think we should do
it as soon as possible.  Then I'll take you all out for a hamburger and
fries to celebrate."

   <><><>

   A few days later, I was sitting in the shade on the terrace trying to
master the process of weaving dip nets.  Aimee had placed a book on my
tablet explaining the process for me to follow.  I had made one, a
serviceable but flawed dip net, and I was determined to do better with my
second attempt.

   James came looking for me.  I kept on weaving while he watched me.  When
I looked up at him, I suppose he interpreted that as a sign that I was
ready for whatever he wanted.

   "David, I've been talking to Aimee about our calendar.  Why don't we
have weeks and why don't the months have any names?  She said you had
already made the decision that the year would have twelve months and each
would be thirty days and the extra seven would be called Festival."

   "They don't because I haven't gotten around to it," I answered.  "Do we
really need weeks?  Why should the months have any names except one, two,
and so on up to twelve?  I made the decision about the number of months so
Aimee could keep records of what happens here.  What do we need weeks for?"

   "I guess we really don't except I'm used to going to church on Sunday.
Are we going to have Sundays here?"

   "You mean, like god rested and all that shit?"

   He nodded.  I resumed weaving, thought for a moment, and then decided to
tell him my honest opinion.

   "James, there is no god.  Long ago, ignorant men created a god as an
answer to all the things they didn't understand.  Then evil men used that
god as an excuse to control the lives of other people.  Whether they dress
up in a suit or a robe with a funny thing on their head or turn their
collars backwards, they perpetuate a lie because there is no truth in their
words.  All preachers and priests and rabbis and mullahs and ayatollahs and
imams are evil men who teach us to hate one another in the name of their
different make-believe gods.  As a result, almost all of mankind's wars are
fought for religious reasons."

   "Was the reverend like that?" he asked.

   "Yes, James.  They're all alike, just fucking their faithful followers,
just like the reverend was fucking you."

   He looked at me like he had been struck by lightning.

   "James, I'm going to tell you what my grandfather told me.  When I was
about fifteen, I kept asking him about religion.  He gave me a box of books
about religions, the Bible, the Koran, and some other so-called holy books.
There was a long rope with the books.  He told me to search the books for
god and, when I found him, to drag him home with the rope around his neck.
I read all the books and I never used the rope."

   "But we don't have books, do we?" he asked.  "I've never seen any books
anywhere around here."

   "Oh, yes, we have books, James.  More than you can imagine.  You can
read them on a tablet.  Let Aimee help you.  We have more books than you
could read in ten million lifetimes.  I'll help you pick out some and then
you can choose anything you want to read.  On a rainy afternoon, a book can
be a grand adventure."

   "I don't have to go to school; do I?"

   "No, James, you don't.  But Aimee and I are going to work with you and
help you learn lots of things on your own.  I did it that way.  I think
you'll like it."

   "Yeah, I like to read."

   He stood and watched me weaving the dip net.

   "I'm glad I don't have to go to church on Sundays, David," he said.  "I
never believed the reverend about god and all that shit anyway."

   "Good.  But I don't want you to take my word for anything, James," I
said.  "I want you to think for yourself.  I want you to let Aimee help you
do some research.  I want you to decide for yourself whether we need weeks
in our calendar.  Maybe you can come up with some new names for the months.
The ones we use now don't really fit.  December just means tenth month; did
you know that?  When you're finished with your research, bring the results
to me.  We'll sit down with Iain and decide what to do."

   "OK, that sounds like fun."

   "Any time you're ready, I'll work with Aimee to give you a list of books
on religion.  Read as much as you want to.  Think about what the books say.
If you still think there's a god, I'll give you the rope.  I don't think
you'll need it."

   "OK," he answered and then said, "Can you teach me to do what you're
doing.  I don't want to have to get in the water in the winter to get fish.
You're making something so we can just dip them up, aren't you?"

   "Yep, that's what it's for.  Now let me ask you a question.  How
intelligent are you?"

   "I don't know.  I guess I'm sort of average."

   "I don't think so, James.  I think you're faking being average.  Are
you?"

   He looked me in the eyes and I suppose he was trying to decide how to
answer.  Finally he admitted it.

   "Yeah, I guess so."

   "Why?"

   "David, the guys at school don't like smart boys.  They call them smart
asses and brains and worse and they pick on them.  I didn't want anybody to
know."

   "Well, didn't your grades show how smart you are?"

   He lowered his head, looked up at me, and grinned.

   "Nah, I just faked it."

   "What do you mean?"

   "When we have tests, I just figure out how many questions I need to
answer right to get the grade I want.  It's easy.  I just make mainly Bs
and Cs."

   "Could you answer all the questions right, James?  Could you make all As
if you wanted to?"

   "Yeah, I guess so.  Most of the time."

   "Well, stop it.  Don't fake anything with me.  I've got to depend on you
to help us survive.  We're going to need all the brains we can get."

   "I'm glad I don't have to go to Sunday school any more, David.  I
couldn't really believe what they said about god and all that shit.  I sort
of liked regular school though."

   "That's good because Aimee's going to be your teacher.  She's going to
give you some tests to see how smart you really are and then to help you
decide what you want to study.  You're going to be responsible for your own
education, James, just like I was."

   "OK, I like Aimee."

   "I do too, James."

   "I like all three of you," Aimee said from the direction of the front
door to our home.  "My primary purpose is to be a teacher but I like
learning from all of you."

   <><><>

   A few days later, after our evening meal, we held the founding family
ceremony for Iain and James and me in front of Aimee.  James had been happy
when I asked him if he would like to have me as a brother, especially when
I told him that when all the others arrived, he was going to have a big
family.

   We dressed in our finest regalia for the ceremony, a complete outfit of
our Robin Hood clothes.  I thought the three of us looked rather nice. 
Aimee appeared in a judicial robe.  Iain and Aimee had written a short but
good ceremony.  As the first arrival, I was the first to take the oath to
become part of a family with the others, Iain was second, and James was
third.  James choked up when he swore to love all of us as brothers and
sisters and to become a family with us.

   We didn't go out for hamburgers and fries.  We stayed in Aimee's room
and talked to her until James began to yawn.  As we were going down the
hallway to our bedchamber, James held my hand.  Then, when he held out his
other hand, Iain took it.  In our bed chamber, we all went to our separate
sleeping alcove and undressed.

   I wasn't thinking about whether or not Iain and James would want to do
our usual before-sleeping ceremonial jack off.  My mind was busy thinking
about what I had done, hoping that I had done the right thing.  I wanted so
much for Anna to come to help me decide how to create a family from the
twenty original...what, conscripts?  Adams and Eves?  What would they be
like and would they approve of my ideas?

   I was about to crawl in my bed when Iain and James walked up to me, both
sporting the beginnings of a couple of good erections.  I looked at their
penises, both swollen and standing out from their testicles but not yet
standing up.  I looked down at my own, swollen as usual from the warmth but
still dormant.  What the hell?  I decided to do the deed with them as
usual.

   James crawled into my bed first, I followed, and Iain took the outside
position, all of us propped up at the same end.  My dick knew what to
expect.  It was hard almost as quickly as James' and Iain's were.  We lay
there grinning, looking at three dicks in a row, three right arms wanking
the three dicks the same way, and soon had three strings and puddles of
semen to contend with.  Without a word, we rolled out of bed and ran for
the showers.

   Clean and dry, we returned to my bed alcove and crawled in again, all
three of us.  We lay there talking about the ceremony we had held and they
both seemed to think it was a grand idea.  Our conversation wandered all
over the place and gradually slowed down.  Finally James and Iain both
yawned at about the same time and infected me.  I yawned too.

   I moved down on the bed, turned on my left side, facing Iain, and put my
head on the pillow.  James didn't ask if he could sleep with me.  Without a
word, he scooted up to my butt, put one arm over my chest and one leg over
mine, and let out a big sigh.  Iain watched and then turned on his left
side and moved back against me.  He didn't seem to care that his naked butt
was against my tumescent penis.  Maybe he wasn't worried any longer about
whether I might try to fuck him.  I knew I wasn't going to try.  James'
soft dick was against my butt and I wasn't worried about being fucked by
him.  We slept three to a bed for the first time and nobody got fucked.

   <><><>

   As the thirty-day anniversary of James' arrival drew near, I resisted
the onset of apprehension and depression which had plagued me before his
arrival.  I tried hard every day to find something to laugh at and
something to enjoy.  Iain and James often provided both.

   One night after dinner, the three of us were sitting at a table in the
kitchen, talking about a little of everything.  James said he wanted Aimee
to give him another lesson about sex and to show him another movie.  I
asked Iain if he wanted to go with James for the lesson and for the movie.

   "I'd rather skip the lesson but I'd like to see the movie," he said. 
"That movie Aimee showed us last time was unbelievably sexy.  It made me so
damn hot, I jacked off twice while we were watching it and the movie's not
that long.  So did James.  Can you show us another one like that, Aimee?"

   "Yes, Iain," she answered from somewhere, "David has instructed me to
let you watch all the movies you wish to see as long as they meet his
parameters.  I have five more movies in reserve for you."

   "Yeah, I guess I got just as hot as Iain did," James said.  "My dick
stayed hard after I came the first time and I waited a minute or two and
started doing it again.  I want to do stuff like that with a girl."

   "Just wait, James," I said.  "There will be a girl for you within a year
or two.  It will be up to you to convince her to have sex with you."

   "You go let Aimee give you another lesson," Iain suggested.  "When it's
over, she can call me and I'll join you for the movie."

   "Well, what about me?" I asked.  "May I join you two sex fiends for the
movie?"

   "Sure," James said.  "Can you jack off twice?"

   "Who knows?" I said.  "Now go let Aimee give you another lesson.  And
make sure you pay attention to her."

   "I will, David," he said, already going out the kitchen door.  "Aimee's
a great teacher.  I'm learning lots of good stuff."

   "Thank you, James," Aimee said, and I would swear there was laughter in
her voice.  "You and Iain and David are great teachers yourselves.  I am
learning a great deal about male sexuality."

   I turned to Iain and saw him grinning as much as I was.  James and his
enthusiasm for life seemed to affect both of us the same way.

   "Are you sure you don't need any more lessons?" I asked.  "They might
help you with Caitlyn."

   "I hope so.  I'll do the lesson later.  I want to talk to you."

   "OK, what about?"

   "About us."

   "What do you mean?"

   "That night when you tried to rape me - it didn't have to be like that,
David.  There's no religion in my background, nothing which condemns sex
between males.  I told you I've never done it and I haven't but that
doesn't mean I wouldn't.  If you had come to me in friendship and asked me
to have sex with you, I probably would have done it."

   "Would you have let me fuck you?" I asked.

   "Would you have let me fuck you?" he responded.

   "I asked you first."

   "I don't know, David.  You're a big man.  You're powerful and your
masculinity is almost overpowering and your penis is so damn big...and,
damn, I don't know.  That night, you scared me when you talked about
fucking me.  I mean, I was really scared of how you would hurt me.  I
remembered you talking about killing all those jihadists.  I thought you
might kill me.  I was terrified."

   "I wanted to hurt you, Iain.  Fucking you was just a way of doing that.
Do you understand why?"

   "I think I do now and I don't blame you so much.  It's just that I
didn't know as much about you as I do now.  I made a mistake in not
answering all your questions when you asked them.  Now, it's your turn to
answer the question.  Would you let me fuck you?"

   "I don't know either, Iain.  I can't imagine why anybody would want to
fuck me, unless it's maybe to take me down a notch or two, to make me feel
less secure in my masculinity."

   "Well, you are about the most cock-sure man I've ever known," he grinned
when he said that.

   "You said there is no religion in your background, nothing which
condemns sex between males.  Do you mean where you come from?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, why haven't you had sex with other guys?  Lots of boys where I
come from fool around with each other.  I know I did.  Why haven't you?"

   "David, I was just fourteen when my parents moved to Ireland from
Canada. Do you know what their culture says about sex between males?"

   "Yeah, I know.  Religion really corrupts everything about sex,
especially between males."

   "My parents warned me about that before we moved.  I had already learned
about sex in school and at home and everybody said it was a natural part of
what we were and didn't make it sinful."

   "OK.  Now I want to ask you a question.  Are you attracted to me?  Would
you fool around with me if I treated you differently?  I don't mean, treat
you like a woman.  I mean just be patient and kind and gentle, sort of like
I...shit, I don't know what I mean."

   "Yes, David.  I've thought lots of times about having sex with you,
fooling around, as you call it, but not about you fucking me.  I'd rather
have sex with a woman but we don't seem to have any of them yet."

   He stood up and I did too.  I was surprised when he walked over to me
and put his arms around me, his naked body against mine.

   "Hug me, David," he said, and so I put my arms around him and pulled him
closer against me.  His head nestled under my chin.  He didn't say anything
else and neither did I.  We stood there just holding each other.

   "Kiss me, David," he said, and tilted his head up.

   I looked down at his face.  I had no idea where this was going but I did
what he said.  I closed my eyes and kissed him, gently, just lips to lips,
until I felt his lips part and his tongue touch my lips.  I opened to him
and felt the first hint of desire to do more than just kiss him.  I felt my
penis begin to engorge and I pressed it against him.  He pressed back
against me and I felt his penis against me.  We stood there for a while, my
hands on his buttocks, his on mine, rubbing against each other, still
kissing and becoming lost in it.  I knew what I wanted but I still didn't
know what he wanted or where all this might go.  I put my hands on his
shoulders and pushed him away from me.  We both looked down at our erect
penises.

   "Well, that's a surprise," I said.  "I suppose that answers a few
questions."

   "Yes, it does, David," he said.  "I think we should go watch the movie
with James and let Aimee watch the three of us wanking.  I'm not going to
bed with this hard-on."

   "Shit, I'm not either.  I'm going to watch the movie and beat my
one-eyed bishop a couple of times.  I always sleep better after a good
orgasm or two."

   "Can you wait just a second?" he asked.  "I want to do something first."

   I nodded and he reached down, wrapped his right hand around my penis,
and his left hand around his.  He bent them both down until they were
horizontal, mine higher and to one side of his.  He slid his hand back and
forth a couple of times on mine and stopped with the head fully exposed,
then did the same to his.  He leaned his head to both sides, looking at
what he was holding.

   "You lied to me, David," he finally said.  "I know my penis is sixteen
and a half centimeters long.  Yours must be at least twenty centimeters. 
I'm glad mine's not that big.  Caitlyn would have been scared to let me get
it in her.  Does Anna like it?

   "Yes, Iain, she says she does," I answered.  "She's a big woman, about
as tall as you are.  Do you know what I mean when I say I let my beast
loose with her?"

   He shook his head.

   "It's unrestrained fucking, Iain, slamming it into a woman as deep and
as hard as you can.  It's animalistic unthinking uncaring fucking that
thousands of years of evolution have built into us.  When I did it with
Anna, she just let her beast loose on me.  We both loved doing it.  She
didn't complain.  Most of the time, I'd rather make love to her but once in
a while, it's good to let the beast loose."

   "Yeah, but Caitlyn's not a woman.  She's a girl.  I didn't let my beast
loose with her.  I was afraid I'd hurt her.  I love her but I wish I could
just get her to break out of her shell."

   "Talk to Aimee, Iain," I said.  "She might be able to help you.  When
Caitlyn comes here, maybe Anna will be here and she can help you too.  Just
don't ask me how to handle the problem."

   "Well, let's go watch the movie," he said.

   "I will if you'll turn loose of my twenty-centimeter fucking dick," I
said.
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