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

   "Dad, why do you wash dishes?" Michael asked.  "You're the leader.  Why
don't you let the women do it?"

   After enjoying another good meal and laughter and conversation with
seventeen men and women and boys and girls and one begging pooch, I decided
to take another turn at kitchen clean up.  I volunteered three guys to help
me, James, as usual cleaning plates and saving scraps for Lucky and the
mulch pile, me washing dishes and pots and pans in hot soapy water, Michael
rinsing in clear warm water in the adjacent sink, and Toby racking in the
bamboo drainer over the third sink.

   "That's what I'm doing, Son," I said.  "I'm leading right now."

   James stopped his job for a moment.  "Michael, that's the way he is.  He
leads by doing, not by telling others to do something."

   "That's right, Michael," Toby said.  "No matter what we work at, he's
always there doing the hardest work.  This afternoon, when we moved all
that topsoil to the new potato patch, he carried loads like everybody else,
probably bigger.  That's leading too.  That's why I don't mind doing my
part."

   "But I thought men were supposed to do some things and women were
supposed to do others," Michael persisted.

   "We are," I said.  "Men are supposed to grab a spear and throw
themselves at huge sabre-tooth tigers.  Women are supposed to grab the
babies and run in the cave.  That's what evolution has built into us."

   "Sometimes, I don't know what I'm supposed to do," Michael said.

   "Give me an example," I said.

   "Well, I like sex already," he said.  "Maybe I like it too much.  It
seems like I can masturbate maybe three times a day and still want to do it
again.  Mom says I've started early but it's perfectly normal.  Do I do it
too much?"

   "You're still playing with everybody?" I asked.  "Have you had your
pecker in a pussy yet?"

   He giggled and answered.  "No, Dad, so far I haven't done that.  You
know I promised to do it for my first time at the next party.  I like doing
stuff with everybody and they're all trying to teach me how to do it right.
I'm having lots of fun."

   "What do you think, James, Toby?" I asked.  "Does he jack off too much?"

   "I think my top score so far is eight times in one day," Toby boasted.

   "You lie.  I don't keep score," James said.  "I just do it one right
after the other."

   "But you've both got somebody to have sex with," Michael persisted. 
"Are you still supposed to jack off?"

   An idea popped into my head.  "Aimee, are you listening to all this?"

   "Yes, David," she responded from over my head.  "I always listen to all
of you."

   "Would you please make an announcement that four guys are going for a
run in a few minutes," I asked.  "The other guys are welcome to join us. 
No women.  Just guys.  They do girl talk.  We're going to do guy talk. 
Tell them not to bring any tablets."

   Shortly after that, James and Michael led a run of nine guys a short
distance down the mountain to the clearing under monstrous pine tree.  We
ran single file, in nothing but moccasins and loincloths, no spears since
the way was easy.  James set the pace at an easy loping run and I ran
behind Michael to see how he managed the run.  He did fine.

   Actually, there were nine guys and one pooch.  When we stopped, Lucky
took that as his discharge and disappeared into the woods.  He usually
reappeared when James gave a shrill whistle and, if he was still busy, he
wandered home when he was ready.

   The grove was largely devoid of undergrowth and the thick covering of
pine needles made it a comfortable place for sitting or lying around.  This
time I wanted us all to stand.  I dropped my loincloth and waited until the
rest of the crew had done the same.  Then I scratched a non-existent itch
on the side of my scrotum, tugged my balls down a little, pulled my
foreskin back, pushed it forward, and shook my limp dick a few times.  I
watched their faces while I was doing it and saw eight variations of what I
had done."

   "OK, I want everybody to form a circle," I started.  "Michael wanted to
know if he was jacking off too much.  I thought all of us might be able to
help him.  Tonight, let's keep the topic on one thing: masturbating or
jacking off, OK?"

   As I expected, James and Michael stood on each side of me.  Brian stood
beside Aiden, his father.  The rest of the circle was filled in with Iain,
Toby, Matt, and Pyotr.  I said, "Choking my cobra," and pointed at James.
He understood and said, "Walloping my weasel," and pointed at Iain next to
him.  He said, "Belaboring the one-eyed Bishop." We waited until naming the
deed went around the circle to Michael.  He struggled for a moment and then
came up with one.  "Jerkin' my gherkin," he said and then giggled.  I added
another one.  "Letting my llama loose.  That's one of my favorites.  It
gets mad and spits on you."

   "Yeah, the damn thing spits right in your face," Toby said.

   "OK.  Now let's go around the circle again," I continued.  "When you
masturbated, how old were you when you first ejaculated?  I was eleven."

   I heard eight responses: two tens, from Michael and Toby, some eleven
and twelves, and one thirteen, from Matt.  "Well, I had just turned
thirteen," he said, almost apologetically.

   "OK.  Now, here's a question for all of you," I said.  "How many sperm
are in each ejaculation of a normal adult male?"

   No one knew so I told them.  "When I went to my room for my moccasins, I
asked Aimee that question.  She said a grown man ejaculates between 2 and 5
milliliters of semen, on average, about a teaspoon, and in each milliliter
there are normally about 100 million sperm.  Think about that: he may
ejaculate half a billion sperm each time he has an orgasm."

   I waited for that unbelievable number to sink in and, while I was
waiting, I held my dick with my thumb and two fingers and slowly stroked
it. In the warmth of the evening, it was already swollen and I knew it
would stand up easily.  Everybody followed my example again, even the two
fingers and a thumb grip.  I saw more than one guy grinning at me.

   "Now, here's another question for you," I said.  "After they leave your
body, how long do sperm live?"

   "Well, we jacked off in a fire once and those poor little things lived
about two seconds," James said.  "I heard them screaming as they went in
the flames.  Eeeeeeeeeee."

   "Let's assume the man ejaculates in a woman's vagina," I said when the
laughter stopped.  "Some of those little swimmers will go upstream through
her cervix and into her womb.  That's where they wait for a poor
unsuspecting egg to come down her fallopian tubes.  Any idea how long they
can wait before they die?"

   I got no response except a bunch of guys shaking their heads.

   "About five days.  Think about that.  Now, how many get to fertilize
that egg?"

   I got a bunch of correct answers to that.  "One."

   "That's right.  Michael, why do you think you jack off too much?" I
asked.  "Life's wasteful!  Half a billion sperm just so one can do its job!
All the sperm your testicles produce in a lifetime will be wasted except
for a few.  You can masturbate as long as your tianga can get hard."

   I wrapped my hand around my penis and slowly stroked it.  Nobody said a
word but they followed my example again.  I didn't stop this time until I
had a hard-on.  I looked around and saw eight others.  Brian was looking at
his father's tianga and grinning.  Aiden was looking at Brian's and smiling
back.  And, of course, my two sons were looking at my penis and grinning at
me.

   "It's only too much if you rub your dick raw," Toby said, and stroked
his.  "Do like me.  I use a little olive oil sometimes.  It's good for the
skin and just makes your dick taste better if you can get somebody to suck
it."

   "Yeah, put some garlic in the olive oil and you can smell it on her
breath for days," James said.  "If she breathes in your face, you'll get a
hard-on." He pushed his hips forward and stroked a few times.

   "I like to do that too," Matt said, and stroked his dick.  "A light
coating of olive oil makes it feel better anytime."

   Iain had his say.  "When Caitlyn jacks me off, she uses lotion."

   "Dad's told me never to use soap," Brian said, looking up at his father
and stroking his tianga.  "He says soap is an ex-something and it'll make
my dick raw."

   "Exfoliator," Aiden said.  It looked like he and his father had
synchronized their stroking.

   Michael had another question.  "But all you guys have got somebody to
have sex with.  Are you still supposed to masturbate?

   "Brian, answer him," Aiden said.

   "Michael, women masturbate too," he said.  "Men probably do it more
often than women because the semen buildup in them makes them so horny. 
It's just another way of enjoying what your body is capable of doing.  If
you always had to have sex with a woman to get relief, nobody would ever
get anything done.  No lie, that's what Dad told me when I asked that same
question.  I think he was kidding me."

   Aiden stood there shaking, trying to suppress his laughter.

   This was going the way I wanted it to go, with fathers and sons and all
the guys being honest about something we all did all the time.  We all were
watching the others as we all started a slow jack off.

   "Here's another important point," I said.  "It's not just a matter of
quantity of sperm.  It's also a matter of motility.  A sperm uses energy
when it swims and when it struggles to stick its head in the egg.  Maybe
the youngest sperm have more energy and swim better than the old ones so
they get to the egg first."

   "I don't understand your point, Dad," Michael said, grinning up at me.

   "Maybe the youngest sperm has a better chance of being the one that
penetrates the egg," I said.  "Maybe that just improves the chances your
mate will have a normal healthy baby."

   "Hot yok, I never thought of it that way," Toby said.  "You're saying
jacking off improves our chances of getting a girl pregnant."

   "I'm not saying anything," I said.  "I'm just leaving it up to you to
think about it."

   "Shit, I have to struggle sometimes just to get my terrifying tianga in
Brianne's bouchi," Pyotr said, looking at Aiden.  Aiden just shook his
head.

   "Yeah, I know how it is," Brian said.  "Petra's pussy is too tight for
my tianga.  It's hard to get it in there."

   "It has to be hard," James said.

   "It has to be hard to be good," Toby said.

   "Yeah, you can't stick a wet noodle up a wildcat's ass," Matt said.

   "Well, anyway, I want to wait a few years before I get a girl pregnant,"
Michael said.

   "Me too," Toby said.

   "Me three," Pyotr said.

   "Me four," Brian said.

   "Well, it's hard but I'm trying almost every night," Aiden said.

   "Maybe we can all reach a conclusion now," I said.  "Anybody want to
offer one?"

   "I will," Aiden said.  "Brian already knows it.  I've told him for the
last few years that he can't jack off too much.  As long as his tianga can
get stiff, he can enjoy doing it.  It's his toy; he can play with it all he
wants."

   "I agree," I said.  "We don't have to do it every time our peckers poke
up but we can't do it too much.  So just relax and enjoy it.  I do."

   "Let's do it then," Michael said.

   I looked around the circle.  I didn't see any tiangas looking at the
ground anymore.  I saw eight others looking at the moon.  I was ready and
so were they.  "All in favor, raise your right hand."

   "Can I raise my left hand," Toby asked.  "My dick's already grabbed hold
of my right hand."

   When the laughter died down, I decided to go the next step.  "Well, tell
it to turn loose.  I've got something else in mind.  Do you guys know what
a circle jerk is?"

   "I can imagine," Aiden said.  "That's not what we called it when I was a
boy."

   Some of the others were frowning a little and I assumed they didn't
know.

   "A bunch of boys stand in a circle and jack off," I said.  "Sometimes,
they do it with their own dick.  Sometimes they do it with the dick of the
guy to their right."

   "I think we should do a little of both," Matt said.

   I lead.  I reached over to my right and wrapped my hand around James'
dick.  I looked to the left and saw Michael looking up at me with a
question on his face.  I nodded.  He reached over and took my dick in his
hand and slowly stroked it.  I watched his hand moving back and forth for a
moment and then looked at him.  He was looking up at me and smiling.  I
nodded and smiled down at him.

   I looked a little farther and saw Matt stroking Michael's dick.  He was
looking at me.  I nodded and smiled at him too.  I looked at Aiden and
Brian and saw Brian stroking his father's dick while Iain did his.

   "OK.  Now everybody reverse and use your left hand," I said.

   I put my left hand around Michael's dick and watched until I saw Michael
put his hand around Matt's.  At the same time, James put his hand around
mine.  I looked around and saw nine guys giving a left-handed jack-off to
the guy to their left.  All nine of us were grinning and giggling like
naughty little boys.

   "OK.  Now it's time for everybody to mangle their own monster," I said.

   "Flog their frog," Toby said.

   "Beat their meat," James said.

   Again, we went around the circle, each one coming up with some variation
for doing the deed.  Then that's what we did, all nine of us, fathers and
sons and all the others.  Maybe I could tell somebody else something to
help them learn but there's nothing like doing it to really teach them the
lesson.  I particularly wanted, as a father, to teach Michael, just as my
father had taught me and the same way I had taught James.  I knew that our
old Earth's culture too often taught a mixed message to the young about
masturbation, if anything at all was taught.  I wanted our new world to be
completely honest about something we all did and enjoyed.

   Each time one of us squirted, somebody led the cheer and the rest of us
joined in.  I don't think it mattered who was first and who was last.  All
that mattered was that we all did it and enjoyed in in front of the others.
I hoped it might even become a custom for fathers to teach their sons by
doing it together.

   "Before we go home, I want to get serious with all of you," I said.  "I
think you know what I did in my old world and what happened to me.  I was
sick of hatred and killing and when I was sent here I resolved to make this
world different.  I wanted to emphasize love and family and caring and
that's what I try to do every day."

   "You do, David," Iain said.

   "Thanks.  I want us to be one big loving family, no matter where we came
from and no matter what happened to us before we came here.  I want to be a
father to James and Michael and the twins Anna is carrying.  Fathers and
mothers should teach their children to love, not to hate.  That's what I'm
trying to do here today.  I'm trying to teach Michael a little about sex,
particularly about masturbation.  I think it's perfectly normal for all of
us, youngest to oldest, to jack off.  In fact, it seems to me to be a
harmless pleasurable thing to do.  Michael wanted to know if he did it too
much.  My answer is no.  As long as his monster raises its head, he should
enjoy beating it."

   "I agree, David," Aiden said.  "That's what I've tried to teach Brian."

   "One more thing," I said.  "I asked that nobody bring a tablet this
evening.  I didn't want Aimee to record what's been said and done.  I want
this to be a guy thing: that we sometimes jack off together, fathers and
sons, and we never hide it from each other and we're never ashamed of it.
I've tried to start a few customs here.  Maybe this can become one."

   James gave a couple of shrill whistles and a minute later Lucky came
bounding back to us.  Michael led the procession of nine guys back home
with Lucky running with us and yapping when he felt like it.  This time,
there was something different.  We were all running naked except for
moccasins and carrying our loincloths in our hands.

   When we trouped in at home, chests heaving, pulse pounding, sweaty after
the run uphill all the way, we went straight to the showers and had a
communal bath.  Guys helping guys, fathers helping sons and vice versa,
laughing, talking, and nobody ill at ease with what we were doing: that was
the way I wanted us to live our lives.

   Afterward we donned loincloths and went looking for the females.  We
found them in the kitchen, packing food and drink for a picnic at the grove
of big pine trees.  All the guys pitched in and volunteered to carry
everything and shortly we were all out the front door.

   Again, we went down the mountain the short distance to the grove, most
of us wearing nothing but moccasins and loincloths.  Anna was wearing a
shorter version of her mama Mumu, with a nursing bra underneath.  We
carried no spears or weapons, just food, drink, blankets, and pillows.  We
sang, of course, songs we'd learned from a country music concert of the New
World Chorus: You Are My Sunshine, as the leadoff, followed by I Will
Always Love You, I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry, and He Stopped Loving Her
Today.  We laughed and giggled at everybody's attempt at a country accent.

   The temperature was warm and comfortable in the shade of the huge pines,
the humidity was low, the breeze was moving up the mountain from the usual
updraft effect, and the birds were serenading us with a full orchestra. 
Life was good.

   Now, after another delicious meal, we were standing or lying or sitting
around in small groups.  The youngest were the first ones to shed their
moccasins and loincloths and the rest of us eventually did the same.

   Mother convinced Anna to get naked like everyone else and ordered me to
help her t0 lay down on her back with her knees raised.  Then she knelt
beside Anna, opened a canister of ointment, and started rubbing Anna's
belly.  After a minute or so she stopped rubbing and started smiling.  She
saw my questioning look.

   "The twins are moving around, David," she said.  "One of them has the
hiccups.  Do you want to feel?"

   Did I?  Of course I did.  I knelt beside Anna, felt her belly and could
easily see her belly being moved around by my children and feel the regular
ticks when one of them hiccupped.  I couldn't help but smile too.  I looked
up and saw we were surrounded by a crew of naked Mouseketeers, the five
youngest.

   "You can feel too," Anna said, "Just one at a time.  Don't press down.
Be gentle and just feel."

   As usual, the oldest of the crew pushed the youngest, Michael, forward
to be first.  He knelt, gently touched her curved belly, felt one of the
twins hiccup and looked at Anna.

   "One of them does have hiccups," he said.  "Are they supposed to do that
when they're still in you?"

   Mother answered.  "It's very common for fetuses to have hiccups in the
third trimester, Michael.  It reassures us that things are progressing
normally and the babies are getting ready for life outside of Anna."

   I watched as the youngsters felt my wife's stomach moving around from my
two children's antics and the jerks when one of them hiccupped.  They were
all the same: serious when they first touched her and then smiling when
they felt one of the twin's hiccup.  All the others gathered around and we
all watched as five youngsters smiled and giggled, feeling the new life in
my wife.

   "Brianne, Petra, would you like to rub my tummy with Mama's Belly
Butter?" Anna asked.  "That's David's name for the ointment.  It helps when
the skin on my belly feels tight and uncomfortable."

   The two knelt, one on each side of Anna and, with Mother's instructions,
gently rubbed my wife's rounded belly.  I knew she was in her seventh
month, only two more to go, and I wondered how she could possibly carry two
of our children inside her until then.

   I looked around at the rest of our crew, all watching Petra and Brianne
gently rubbing Anna's belly.  We were all naked and all of us seemed
relaxed and unconcerned about being that way.  Everybody was smiling as
Brianne and Petra buttered Anna's big belly.

   Aiden moved in front of Mother, pulled her against him, and whispered in
her ear.  She didn't protest when they were chest to chest and belly to
belly against each other.  Instead she nodded and whispered back.  He
looked at me with a big grin on his face.

   "What was that all about?" I asked.

   "You tell them," Mother said.

   "I just asked Manon to marry me again," Aiden said.  "The first time I
asked her, she said she would live with me but she wouldn't marry me unless
I was open to the possibility of having another child.  This time, I told
her I'd do my best to get her pregnant too."

   I thought the squeals and giggles and laughter and hugging would never
stop.

   When Anna's belly had been well buttered and calm had been restored, I
looked around at the various groups.  Michael was squatted beside the two
sets of twins and didn't seem to care what he was displaying between his
legs.  The others were lying or sitting and seemingly quite comfortable
with being naked.

   The four older Mouseketeers were another group.  James was flat on his
back and Sam had her head on his belly.  He was combing his fingers through
her long red hair.  Toby and Renée were sitting Indian-fashion next to
them.

   Matt and Jean-Nicole were sitting near Iain and Caitlyn.  Iain was
propped against a tree, legs spread and Caitlyn had her head on one of
them. He too was playing with her long blond hair.  Matt was flat on his
back and Jean-Nicole's head was on his stomach.  He was stroking her
light-brown hair too.  Do all women like for their man to play with their
hair?  I knew Anna did.

   There was nothing remarkable about any of us, no concern about being
naked, no sexual arousal, at least none I could see on the guys, who knows
about women.  We were all comfortable with each other and with our
nakedness.

   I thought of our old world where a man could be arrested for indecent
exposure if he displayed his penis and testicles in public.  In our new
world, we had all become at ease with our nakedness.  Perhaps it was due to
our living quarters that we were comfortable without clothes, loin-cloths
at meals but otherwise naked most of the time.  Our bathing facility, one
big room, was unisex and nobody cared if males and females were in there at
the same time.  It was common to see a guy or girl shampooing somebody
else's hair or scrubbing their back and it wasn't always mixed couples who
did it.  Toilet facilities were for separate sexes but I'd seen both sexes
pissing outdoors, women squatting, men standing, and unconcerned about it.

   A world of my choosing?  Nakedness at home and, weather permitting, on
picnics and other excursions?  Playing on the terraces in the nude? 
Working in the garden with nothing on except moccasins?  Perhaps it had
been our circumstances, perhaps my leadership, but I was pleased with our
attitude toward the human body.  To me, the others were beautiful, men and
women, boys and girls.  Mother and Aiden were the only ones whose bodies
showed any signs of aging but I thought both of them were just as beautiful
as the younger ones.  None of us seemed to regard our nakedness as sexually
arousing, perhaps because we enjoyed enough sex to keep us quiescent most
of the time.  Even Michael's perpetual popup seemed to dangle at relaxed
occasions like this.  I knew all we could do was start customs and
encourage attitudes and there might be changes in the future.  Still, I was
content, satisfied with our way of life.

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   We had leftovers that night, cleaning up one dish after another, a
little bit of this and that, lots of good bread, and everybody seemed happy
and satisfied with our meal.

   Then the Mouseketeers announced that we were going to dance around a
bonfire on the big terrace.  I looked at Anna and she smiled and nodded and
I knew she was OK with dancing even though she couldn't dance like the
others.

   Just as the sun was setting, we gathered around a blazing fire on the
terrace and Aimee played dance music for us.  We started with a Sousa march
as usual, Fairest of the Fair, eight couples with Michael leading with his
imaginary baton in his right hand.  Anna was OK with that.

   Next, we slow danced to some romantic songs, When I Fall in Love and You
Go to My Head.  Anna nestled her head against my throat and I thought of a
night in Flagstaff when we had first danced together.  We even waltzed
together once and then sat out the second one.

   Finally the Mouseketeers called for Jog Din Oas and Anna and I just
stood and watched the others.  No one danced with anyone else and, as
usual, the dancers became more wild and frantic with the succeeding
repetitions of the music.  The youngsters quickly lost their loincloths and
danced in beautiful nakedness.  When they called for the music to be
repeated, Mother and Aiden dropped out too and stood with me and Anna. 
Matt was awkward but Jean-Nicole was beautiful.  Iain and Caitlyn danced
together and were enchanting.  But the seven Mouseketeers were mesmerizing
in their naked contortions and Michael danced his little wild heart out.

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   Two days later, I was outside sitting on the highest terrace just
watching the white clouds scudding by.  Breakfast was over, the kitchen had
been cleaned, and we had all wandered away to play or do whatever.  I
needed to think and talk to Aimee so I took my tablet and climbed to the
Thinker seat in the rocks.

   For a while, I sat there silently, reminiscing about my early childhood
and how I had slowly grown into a sexual being.  I thought back to my own
very earliest experiences which eventually led me to understand the purpose
of that thing between my legs.

   I knew Father and I had often bathed together when I was a little boy. I
couldn't remember clearly when he had bathed me but he told me that he
often did and that I sometimes got an erection when he washed my Willy.  I
did remember the frequent times we bathed together when I bathed myself and
Father bathed himself and we began to swap back scrubs.  That became like a
ritual with us, one I thoroughly enjoyed.

   I don't remember exactly when he first had an erection, a huge thing,
with me in the shower but my little penis became hard too, stiff as a steel
spring, perhaps just following his example.  I remember that he just smiled
at me and I knew it was OK for mine to be like his.  I can't remember how
old I was but I do remember that he told me what it was for: that it got
hard so it could penetrate a woman's vagina and make a baby.  That was a
revelation and I tried to imagine what that was like and why anybody wanted
to make babies.

   After that I was more curious about the differences between men and
women.  I saw Father naked frequently and he didn't flaunt his erections
but neither did he hide them.  I saw Mother naked less frequently but often
enough to understand what those beautiful breasts were for: to feed babies.
I tried to see where between her legs was the place Father could put his
penis in her but that remained a mystery for a few more years, until I
learned one Summer day when I was fourteen.

   I also can't remember when I discovered the pleasure of playing with my
penis.  It was always there, just at arm's length, and I lay in bed lots of
nights and played with it.  With the passage of time, it became more and
more common for me to play with it and for it to become erect and for me to
find pleasure in fondling it.

   I do remember clearly that I began to have orgasms well before I
sprouted any pubic hair, dry orgasms because there was nothing ejaculated.
I'd learned from other boys that when they played with theirs something
white started coming out.  They called it cum or maybe come.

   I also remember that I began to sprout pubic hair about eleven and I had
a small growth of fine black hair in a year or two.  Somewhere about the
same time, certainly by age twelve, I finally ejaculated when I masturbated
or, as we called it, I came when I jacked off.

   I remembered that I was masturbating frequently before I was twelve,
that Father knew I did it, and Mother probably did too.  Shortly after my
thirteenth birthday, she asked me to take a damp washcloth with me to bed
at night.  I was embarrassed as hell but she just smiled at me and said
that it was something all boys did.

   I suppose all of this pondering was a lead up to the central question:
Michael and the sex play parties.  I knew that we were going to have
another party and I wondered whether I had made the right decision when I
consented to let Michael play.  He certainly seemed interested and his
penis and testicles showed that he was just entering puberty.  I also
wondered if he was going to be like me in my growth pattern.  I asked Aimee
a question.

   "Aimee, how tall is the average eleven-year old boy and how much does he
weigh?"

   "David, the average eleven year old male weighs 78 pounds and is fifty
six inches tall.  Michael weighs 87 pounds, almost the average weight of a
twelve year old, and is 62 inches tall, the average height of a
thirteen-year old.  He will be a big man when he matures, perhaps taller
that you."

   "Thank you, Aimee.  You know why I am asking; don't you?"

   "Yes, David, I know you well enough now to anticipate your next
question."

   "OK, what's my next question, just the answer, please?"

   "The average erect penis size for eleven and twelve-year-old boys is
less than three inches.  Michael's erect penis is over four inches which is
the average for fourteen year old boys.  Michael will be a big man in more
than one way."

   "Well, is that normal?" I asked.  "The first time I saw him with a
hard-on, I couldn't believe it.  Mine's always been bigger than normal but
not like his."

   "David, penis length and sexual maturity vary greatly in males. 
Michael's penis is almost three standard deviations larger than the mean
for boy's his age but it is within the range of what is called normal.  I
see no evidence that his early sexual maturity should be a cause for
concern."

   "Aimee, I know you do not think in the same sense as I do.  Is it
correct to say that you reason using the scientific method, as it is called
in my old world?"

   "Yes, David.  First I observe certain phenomena, second I formulate a
hypothesis to explain the phenomena, third, I use the hypotheses to predict
the behavior of future observations, and last I perform experimental tests
to confirm the hypothesis."

   "I'm concerned about Michael, Aimee.  Do you understand what I mean when
I say that, in a moment of crisis, I become cool?"

   "Yes, David, from listening to you and others, it seems to be a greatly-
enhanced reaction called the flight or fight response.  In it all your
senses and your strength are greatly enhanced.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes, Aimee, that's correct.  I've learned that Michael has displayed
the same reaction in a couple of crisis situations.  Perhaps he inherited a
gene from me which gives him that cool response.  Anna and I have even
pondered whether it might be a sex-linked gene and all my male descendants
might have it.  Do you follow me so far?"

   "Yes, David, I understand."

   "Some of the women have teased me that they might want a child from me,
to make sure they have one more likely to survive in our new world.  I've
thought about that and I've tentatively decided against it for two reasons.
First, I really love Anna and I want children with her but only her. 
Second, if I give another woman a child, it might cause ill will or
jealousy by her mate.  I try to avoid that because I don't want to have
jealousy or hatred in our new world.  We are much more likely to survive
without those bad emotions."

   "David, one of my primary duties is enhancing the likelihood of survival
of all of you.  How can I help you?""

   "I don't know, Aimee," I said.  "I only want you to be aware of my
concerns and perhaps warm me if you believe I'm not acting in the best
interests of our colony, all of us."

   "I will, David.  I like observing all of you and watching your behavior.
I think humans are fascinating creatures; don't you?"

   "Yes, Aimee, and difficult to understand sometimes, to know the
difference between right and wrong, especially for someone else."

   "David, from listening to all the others, I can tell you that they know
you always try to find the right solution to challenges.  They respect you
and accept you as a good leader."

   "Well, we've got another sex play party tonight and I've given Michael
permission to participate.  I just hope I've made the right decision with
him."

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   That same night, after we had all feasted on another of Jean-Nicole's
great dinners, after we had all helped clean the kitchen, we were all
sitting around the dining area talking, joking, being silly, teasing,
laughing.  I saw Michael look at me and I knew what he wanted.  I nodded.
He walked away from the tables and called for our attention.

   "Thank you," he began, when we had all turned looking at him.  "You all
know the Mouseketeers have planned another sex play party for tonight. 
Before we have our baths, Dad wants to talk to all of us for a few minutes.
Maybe you're eager to play but I hope everybody will listen to him."

   I stood up and looked around.  Michael sat down at the table with the
Mouseketeers again.

   "Thank you, Michael," I started.  "I won't take much of your time.  I
want to talk about something that's bothered me more than once.  I try to
be a good leader for you but sometimes I don't know what's right or wrong.
I have a degree in Civil Engineering but that's not much help in dealing
with people, especially children.  I think we all agree that a six-year-old
child should not be permitted to join our sex play parties but at what age
should they be welcomed?"

   "Two?" Toby asked.  I shook my head no.

   "When the earlier arrivals came here, they were all well into puberty or
beyond it.  I didn't worry about them enjoying sex.  I thought they were
mature enough to decide for themselves what they wanted to do."

   I looked at Pyotr and Petra to ensure they were listening.  They were.

   "Then Pyotr and Petra came and I saw two children still in the early
stage of puberty.  I tried to put myself into the position of a father but
I still didn't know what to do.  We wanted to have another sex play party
and I didn't know whether they should play or not.  They assured me they
wanted to play too.  We let them, in fact, we showed them how we played,
and they joined in.  At thirteen or fourteen, whatever, they seem happy
with being sexual beings like the rest of us.  I can't see that we have
caused them any harm."

   "When Brian came, and then Brianne, both just thirteen again, I
questioned whether they should be welcomed into sex as well but there was
something else to consider.  Their father was going to arrive next.  I
firmly believe that it should be up to a father and mother to guide their
children into becoming sexual.  We finally decided that they should be
accepted at sex play if they wished.  When Aiden arrived, he didn't
question what we had done.  Now both sets of twins play and I still don't
see any harm."

   "Now, my son Michael has arrived and I've got the same problem but he's
even younger.  He was just ten when he arrived and he says he's eleven now.
I see two signs of sexual development in him.  He has a few pubic hairs and
he's already masturbating and ejaculating.  Aimee says his development is a
little early but well within the normal range.  She says boys masturbate
more at ages eleven and twelve than any other."

   "He assures me he wants to play with us and I'm going to let him.  He's
been learning with some of his peer Mouseketeers and I hope they've taught
him well.  Now, he says he's ready to have the ultimate lesson tonight. 
He's going to make love with one of you females and we're going to watch,
sort of like a coming-of-age initiation into our family."

   Michael raised his hand and I nodded to him.

   "No, Dad, not one.  Two or three or maybe four or even five.  If I'm
still doing it at daybreak tomorrow, will you stop me?"

   When the laughter died down, Mother looked at me and whispered, "He's
your son."

   I looked at Aiden and Mother, sitting side by side, holding hands like
young lovers.  Silently I wished them happiness in their new love.

   "Aiden says that in his old world, children are permitted to begin
expressing their sexuality whenever they wish.  Their parents guide them
and try to make sure no harm comes to them.  He says it's not a perfect
system but I say it's a hell of a lot better than my old world's system.  I
hope we can adopt their ways for children, not my old world's ways."

   "Before Aiden came, I wondered why we were provided with contraception.
He says in his old world they do that routinely so young girls can enjoy
sex as well as young boys.  He thinks that we were provided birth-control
pills because the ones who sent us wanted to send young girls and boys who
were not ready to become parents.  That's the case in over half the ones
they've sent here."

   I saw Michael hold up one finger and I knew he was telling me my time
was up.

   "Please give me your input on any concerns you have, especially about
sex play parties.  Aimee says you can talk to her and she will turn your
words into an anonymous written massage to me.  So please feel free to help
me in my role in leading you.  Michael?"

   He walked back in front of the crowd and this time there was something
conspicuously different: under his loin-cloth, he had a prominent erection.
He stood still with his hips thrust forward slightly, looked at the ceiling
and looked around at the crowd.  I knew he was giving us all a moment to
appreciate what he was displaying.  He was only eleven years old, a few
days after his birthday, and already turning into a man.

   "Thanks, Dad," he said.  "Good speech.  Now, we've asked for your input
on what we do at our party tonight and we've chosen what we hope will be
fun.  The `teers have asked me to be their spokesman for tonight and I'll
try.

   He paused and looked at Mother.

   "Mom says she isn't sure I should participate but I want to," he said.
"She said Dad could decide and he said I could so I'm going to play too. 
He says it's like an honor to have sex for the first time with all of you
around but I've got to ask one of the ladies to do it with me.  I've been
sort of warming up with some of you and I think I'm ready to do it, I mean,
have sex, for the first time.  "

   He paused again and looked at me.

   "I thought about which one of the ladies might help me but, yok, that's
the hardest thing I've ever done.  Then I remembered something Mom told me,
that having sex was all about making babies, and that helped me narrow the
choice down to two."

   He paused and looked around at everybody.

   "Eight women and girls said they'd like to be my first and I knew I had
to reduce the competition.  I probably can't do that many.  I eliminated
Anna because Dad's already got her baking a couple of biscuits in her oven.
Then I eliminated Mom because Aiden's trying to do the same for her.

   That left six.  I eliminated Petra and Brianne because they're not ready
to bake baby biscuits.  Down to four, Jean-Nicole, Caitlyn, Sam, and Renée.

   I would really like to have Jean-Nicole's long legs wrapped around my
butt while I shove my tianga in her bouchi...but she's going to marry Matt
and I didn't what to spoil it for him.  Iain and Caitlyn are already
married but they want to wait a couple of years before they have a little
squealer.

   That left me with two choices.  Sam and Renée!  And, yok, that's where I
was stuck.  I came up with a solution and you'll have to wait until we play
to find out what it is."

   He trailed off and giggled.  There was even more giggling and laughing
and some obscene comments and suggestions from the crowd.

   Mother looked at me and smiled.  "He's your son."

   "OK, it's time for our pre-party bath.  Have a pit stop first if you
need to and then assemble in the bathing chamber.  Remember, it's a
communal bath so please help each other.  When we're all warm and dry,
proceed to the bed chamber on the right at the end of the hallway.  It's
been prepared for partying.  But now before we go, would all the
Mouseketeers come up here with me?"

   The two sets of twins arranged themselves on each side of him, Brian
with Petra and Pyotr with Brianne.  The older Mouseketeer couples were the
bookends, James and Sam on one end and Toby and Renee on the other. 
Something had happened under the loincloths of all the guys, maybe a
tent-pole had been erected.  Anyway, something was protruding.  The nine
looked around smiling, giggling, wiggling for a moment and I wondered what
was going on.  Then the crew, at the same time, reached down and released
their loincloths.

   Surprise!  They were all hairless as pre-pubertal children.  Michael had
only a few straggling black hairs around the base of his penis but now even
they were gone.  The other guys were just as bereft of pubic hair above and
around their penises and even on their testicles.  The girls were just as
innocently hairless with their fat little pubic mounds shining and their
little virginal clefts showing.  I knew they were not really innocents but
they certainly seemed that way.

   They let all the old farts have a good look for a moment, then Michael
yelled, "To the baths," and they all ran out the door, little breasts
bouncing, stiff dicks flying, bare butts flashing.

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