New Connections
Tocho's parents' car was gone, and my light knock on the door went unanswered. It was early afternoon. Perhaps Tocho was sleeping. I quietly entered the house and walked silently down the hallway in my bare feet. Tocho's lessons in stealth were paying off.
Tocho was not asleep. On top of Mateo, he was in the process of working towards an orgasm, with added features. Mateo was handcuffed to the headboard, and clothespins were attached to his nipples. Aided by the spirit connection, it was a silent activity. I leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, watching.
Apparently they'd just started, and another aspect soon became clear. Tocho was giving Mateo pain, and both were enjoying it. The evidence consisted of random deep thrusts by Tocho resulting in Mateo wincing and straining at his bonds.
It happened gradually, so gradually I wasn't aware at first. Unnoticed, I was tapping into the mutual pleasure of their spirit connection. It was making me very excited, in the same manner as playing back the memory of a sexual experience. I closed my eyes, and the excitement faded. I opened them again and my excitement jumped to its previous level. Okay, this one required visual contact.
I knew from the connection when they were both about to cum. As they did, I came too. As Tocho flooded Mateo, and Mateo's jizz pooled on his stomach, mine ran down my leg and onto the floor.
Tocho was relaxing before pulling out. I had to try it.
That was pretty wild!
The two of them looked at each other.
Was that you?
No - I thought it was you.
I added to the confusion.
It was me.
Puzzled, Tocho pulled out and sat on the edge of the bed, being cautious of his healing ankle. Then they noticed me.
Mateo spoke first. "What the fuck did you just do?"
I smiled. "I joined your spirit connection."
Tocho replied. "That can't happen. Benny told me so. The connection is private between two guys."
My smile broadened. "Look at the cum running down my leg and the pool on the floor. I've been standing here, not moving, with my arms crossed, almost since you started. I felt every minute of your combined sexual excitement, and when you came, I did too."
Walking over to the bed with a grin, I released Mateo's handcuffs. "I think Tocho forgot to do this."
I stepped back as Mateo sat up and pulled off the clothespins. He gave Tocho a playful smack on the side of the head before rubbing his nipples and his wrists.
"For your information, it only worked when I was watching. Let's call it 'spirit connection voyeurism' for now until I talk with Benny. Now if you'll toss me one of those cum rags, I'll wipe my leg and clean up the floor."
The three of us sat around Tocho's dining room table sipping soft drinks and munching potato chips. There was an elephant in the room, and no one wanted to talk about it first.
Mateo broke the silence. "You're weird."
The smile on his face softened the harshness of the assessment. However, it was true.
Tocho looked at Mateo. "Since we consider you and Pedro family, I'm gonna ignore an instruction Benny gave me. I'm sure he'd understand." He paused. "My leg was not only sprained, it was broken. There's no explanation other than Pahana healed it by holding my hand and connecting with me that way."
Mateo sat in stunned silence, and finally spoke. "This is all a little beyond the spirit connection as we know it. Has Benny taken it up with your grandfather?"
Tocho replied. "I'm not sure. It may be something Benny can't talk about with us. In the meantime, we gotta keep all of this to ourselves."
I had something to add. "I agree. And in the meantime, I promise not to tap into your private connection again until we find out what the fuck this is all about. I'll admit to being a little scared. Like the healing of Tocho's leg, the connection issue has to be outside of our culture and heritage. Now I wonder what else I can do. I feel like a poltergeist. Watch out for breaking mirrors and unexpected weather disturbances."
They both smiled at the humor in the last part.
I continued. "So, any other business for this meeting of the board of supernatural phenomena?"
Mateo grinned at me. "This is less supernatural, but Pedro said you got a blow job from Karen the night before last. I already mentioned it to Tocho."
I was surprised. "How the fuck did he find out about that?"
Mateo laughed. "You'll have to ask him. He knows everything that goes on down there."
I frowned slightly. "Even after hours? Oh, now that I think about it, I suppose Chris or Tony told him."
Tocho smiled. "How was it?"
I looked into the distance, remembering. "It was okay. Not earth-shaking. She offered me more, but I turned her down. I told her I wasn't ready for that yet."
Mateo looked disappointed. "I figured you'd go all the way like I did."
I looked at him thoughtfully. "I've decided I'm not quite the risk-taker you are. I'm not interested in making a baby." I took Tocho's hand. "This is where my love lies, and although we'll all three mess around with each other and with other guys for now, I've satisfied my curiosity where girls are concerned."
I could swear there were tears in Tocho's eyes, but I pretended not to see them. As with kissing, it didn't seem to be part of our culture - his, anyway.
Going down to the beach was becoming a habit, temporarily replacing my activities with Tocho. Late afternoon found me headed there again.
I swam out to the diving platform. Soon I was joined by Karen's friend Nancy and a couple other girls from school. They were very friendly, and seemed anxious to hang out with me. Suddenly, I'd become popular. I decided it must be the magic of the board shorts working again, although from what Pedro had said, maybe my hot body had something to do with it. Nancy invited me to a party at her house the next weekend. I gave her a non-committal response.
I swam back to the beach and stopped at the lifeguard stand to talk with Pedro. He invited me to sit by him again.
"Nancy invited me to a party. I don't think I'll go, but I find it strange how popular I've suddenly become."
Pedro smiled. "Did you happen to go to Tocho's place while Mateo was there today?"
"Yeah, I did. Why?"
"What did you talk about?"
I paused. "A couple of things, one of which was me getting a blow job from Karen the night before last. Mateo said you'd told him. I suppose Chris or Tony told you."
He laughed. "Not quite. What do you think Karen and her friends are talking about?"
I was surprised. "I didn't think she'd be that open about who she messed around with."
"Guess again. And since Nancy is hot to have you at a party, both of them are interested in more from your hot body."
I turned red. "Fuck! I knew the guys would find out because Tony and Chris saw us. I hadn't thought about the girls talking that way."
Pedro put an arm around my shoulder. "Pahana, you've got a lot to learn. Locker-room talk isn't gender-specific. You're the hot topic of the moment. You're gonna be chasing them off like flies until they figure out you're not interested." He paused. "You aren't, are you?"
"No way! I'm hooked on Tocho." I grinned. "Well, maybe I'll fuck with a few other guys along the way. Getting a blow job from Karen was fun, especially with Tony and Chris watching, but I'm not into girls."
I was silent. If I'd wanted sex with girls, I would have been in seventh heaven. As it was, it looked like a pain in the ass.
Pedro read my mind and chuckled. "Don't worry about it, Pahana. Within a week, they'll have found some other hot guy to chase after. Popularity is fleeting. Tocho is forever."
I headed for home. It was about dinner time, and the park was wearing thin on me. I was as bored as Tocho. He had an appointment with his doctor in a couple of days. I hoped he'd get released to resume life. I missed my constant companion and nature teacher.
The wind was coming up, and a storm with high cumulus clouds was developing to the southeast. Probably a summer thunderstorm. Pedro would shut the swimming area down soon.
As I walked into the parking lot, a crew-cab pickup truck with the logo "Hashimoto Construction" pulled up next to me. The passenger window rolled down.
"Hey, Buddy, come here." I walked up to the truck. "Kenji wants you to stay overnight. I talked to your mom and she's good with it. Do you want to ride over with me? Dinner is pizza."
I grinned happily. "You bet, Mr. Hashimoto. Thanks for the ride and the invitation."
I hopped in. On the radio, Jefferson Airplane's "White Rabbit" was playing, a song I liked but didn't yet fully understand. The pizza was in the back seat, its tantalizing odor drifting through the cab of the truck. Suddenly, I was hungry.
My parents knew Kenji and his dad, so there was no need to check with Mom. The trip was a short half mile. Kenji and his dad lived on the river side of the road, their five acres bordering the park on the upstream end. I knew that much, but I'd never been there before.
The main house was a simple but good-sized size A-frame. However, the interesting feature was an extensive tree house. I looked at it in awe.
Kenji's dad saw my expression and smiled. "That's an ongoing project, Buddy. When I have leftover materials from a project, I add another section or improve one that's there. It's basically Kenji's room. Or rooms would be more correct."
Yes, rooms for sure. Four at the moment, it looked like. I couldn't wait to see the inside.
Kenji came busting out the front door as we arrived, his perpetual smile on his face. I attacked first this time, trying to get him in a wrestling hold and onto the ground before he could use his karate on me. It didn't work. I was on my back looking up at him in two seconds. We were both laughing our asses off.
Kenji's dad stood looking, a smile on his face. "You guys wanna eat or shall I leave you out here to fight for a while?"
That was an easy decision. We were both in the house at the table before the pizza was even out of the truck.
Kenji already had the table set for three, but only two of us ate there. Kenji's dad grabbed two slices.
"Guys, I gotta check on one of my subs at the job site. I'll be back late. Have dinner, clean up, and then have fun. I'll see you both later."
As we ate, the rumbling of thunder could be heard in the distance.
"I think we're in for a gully-washer," I suggested.
Kenji agreed. "Let's get this cleaned up, and I'll show you my tree house."
The cleanup took two minutes at the most.
The tree house was built on poles within a stand of mature Douglas-fir trees. It was accessed by a stairway on one side, leading to a landing and a door. Once on the landing, the folding stairway could be raised to limit access.
The bottom level, fifteen feet above the ground, was Kenji's basic living quarters. About four hundred square feet, it contained bookshelves, a study desk, a clothes closet, a sofa, an older black and white television, and storage for martial arts equipment that I knew nothing about. A free-standing electric heater provided warmth during the winter as necessary. On the back wall was a simple bathroom with a sink, toilet, and small shower.
A stairwell on the side opposite the landing led a few feet upwards to a smaller room, about two hundred fifty square feet, the bedroom. On two sides, screened windows could be opened for ventilation. A queen-size box-spring and mattress occupied most of the floor. I was amused to see a tube of K-Y on the bed. Kenji was prepared.
To the left on the back wall, a few steps led up to an exercise room with mirrors on three sides. A weight set occupied the back wall. A karate mat covered the rest of the floor.
The fourth room was accessed from the outside landing where we had first entered. A rope ladder led upward through a central trap-door opening to the highest feature, probably the original tree house. Some forty feet above the ground, it was a hexagonal covered open-air platform, about two hundred square feet, essentially a gazebo in the air topped by a television antenna. Surrounded by a low wall on all sides, and benches on three sides, it provided a platform from which to view the river and the mountains beyond. Two weather-resistant easy chairs provided additional seating. The effect was spectacular.
As we arrived in the gazebo, the rain began to fall, lightly at first, then in torrents. The sound of the rain on the roof was deafening. We sat in the easy chairs and watched. Across the river, the lightning hit a tree, which exploded in a burst of flames. The rain doused the fire within minutes.
Kenji moved over to my chair and sat between my legs. I put my arms around him and held him close. His fingers gently stroked my thighs as we watched the show.
The noise of the rain on the roof gradually decreased. Within ten minutes the rain had stopped, for now. The clouds were still dark and threatening, and an early dusk was promised.
"Wanna watch Star Trek?"
"No."
He grinned. "Me neither."
We climbed down the ladder, went into the main room and up to the bedroom. Stripping off our swimwear, we flopped down on the bed, grinning at each other. We both knew who would be on top this time.
I rolled on top of Kenji and kissed him lightly on the lips. Other than the brief peck he had given me two days earlier, we hadn't done any kissing. I changed that immediately. I kissed him hard, and he responded. Soon we were playing tongue tag. I pulled off and leaned back on my knees. Grabbing the K-Y, I greased myself and Kenji.
"Wait." Kenji stopped me. "I've got another idea. Follow me."
A light warm rain was falling as we descended the staircase to the ground, both still naked. Kenji took off running and I followed. I hadn't put the geography together yet, but in a couple hundred feet we were at a sign that said State Park Boundary. About two hundred yards further, we emerged from the woods at Kenji's pocket cove on the river.
Kenji stopped, and I grinned at him. "Perfect!"
Kenji quickly wrestled me to the ground, and then rolled over with me on top, making a game of it as always. I was glad we were pre-lubed, and I didn't waste time. I pinned his arms beside his head as he grinned at me and engaged in token resistance.
"Ready?"
He lay still, and looked apprehensive. "Yeah."
"I won't hurt you, Kenji. If I do, say something."
"Okay."
I leaned over and kissed him again while I entered him. Then I stopped in surprise. I could read his thoughts and feel his emotions - his excitement, his apprehension of the unknown, his love for me and willingness to do anything I wanted.
There was no surprise on his part like there had been when Tocho first did it with me. I was experiencing a one-sided connection, something I didn't know existed. But I would make use of it, and figure it out later.
"I think you're a little uptight about this, Tiger. Do you wanna stop, or are you okay continuing?"
"I'm okay."
That wasn't what I was getting.
"You're sure?"
He grinned at me. "Are you reading my mind or something?"
Little did he know. "I'm trying to, because I want this to be a good experience for you."
He grabbed my head and kissed me. "I'll be fine."
As I eased into Kenji, he gasped occasionally and then relaxed, the unknown resolved, the apprehension gone, the expected pain not there.
In spite of three weeks of regular sex, I hadn't been on top other than a few times with Tocho. I reflected on Kahoni's approach, and began a steady gentle movement inside Kenji. The feedback came quickly. Kenji liked it.
Thunder rumbled overhead, and the rain beat down on my back as I pursued my conquest of Kenji's virginity. An occasional flash of cloud-to-cloud lightning illuminated us and our surroundings, making the intervening darkness even more ominous.
Kenji's excitement and mine came and went in waves, each stronger than the last. Emulating what Kahoni had done, I slowly pushed him towards the edge. Three times he hung in the balance, gasping with pleasure, wanting to cum, and three times I held him back. Approaching the next peak, I drove in hard. With a gasp of pleasure, he came, shooting his jizz onto his face, into his hair, and into the grass beyond. The next thrust was even harder, deliberately pushing the edge of his pain threshold. He screamed with excitement as he took his first load of boy-cum.
As I pulled out, the rain stopped abruptly. The clouds to the west began to break up, revealing a brilliant sunset. We stood hand in hand, watching in awe. I pulled Kenji into my arms and hugged him tightly. In spite of the warmth of the rain, both of us were shivering from cold and excitement. Simultaneously, we dashed towards the tree house, up the stairs, and into the shower.
It was tight, but we both fit. The first blast of cold water quickly became warm. We stood pressed together, kissing passionately, our excitement settling, as particles of grass and dirt washed from our bodies and down the drain.
Drying off quickly, we went directly to the bedroom. Crawling under the covers, we hugged each other tightly as the rain began once more to pound on the roof.
Without comment, I rolled onto my back, and Kenji, already hard again, reached for the lube. In seconds, he was inside me.
Afterwards, we lay side by side, holding hands in the darkness, listening to the storm move away. The night outside came to us through the open windows - the gentle wind that followed the storm, the rustling of leaves, the fresh smell of the woods, the low boo-boo-boo-boo-boo of Pueo. Pueo was becoming a regular presence.
Kenji spoke softly. "That was a lot of fun, Buddy. I hope we can be boyfriends."
I was silent for a moment. He was opening his heart, revealing the love I'd picked up on during our connection.
"I'm sorry, Tiger, but Tocho is my boyfriend."
He slowly let go of my hand. A long silence ended with an intake of breath, a sob from Kenji. I'd broken his heart, and I hated myself for it. I rolled on my side and pulled him close, kissing away the tears.
"That doesn't mean we can't be best friends, Tiger. Tocho and I both have other friends, and our relationship isn't exclusive. You and I can share ourselves with each other as much as we like. Will that be okay for now?"
Kenji's head moved up and down, and he kissed me gently. When he was done, his smile had returned.
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