Samurai Inc. 16 By David (DAG1064@aol.com)
Author's notes: Micah Kanters, the boy who does the Mazda commercials is the guest stars this episode. To my knowledge he is not gay, and this story does not imply that he is. As always, all characters except for Micah Kanters and situations are fiction. This story is being written in two POV's, one in Micah's and the other in Sacha's. Enjoy!
Samurai Inc. 16
Los Angeles, CA Monday, 1530 hours Micah
Sacha asked me to write about what happened, so I will. What happened certainly changed my life and mind about a lot of things. I've come away from the experience a man. Yes, I'm only twelve and hardly a man, but Dad thinks I've become one from the experience. It all started when I got on the small Lear jet belonging to the Mazda car company. They had just finished building their version of a SUV and wanted to shot the commercial in the Colorado wilds. Oh joy.
"Am I gonna wear a suit in the ice cold?" I asked.
The executive looked up. "No, not this time. You'll be in winter gear. Can't have our big star turn into an icicle."
I sighed in relief. I hated wearing the black suit and tie. Okay, so there are times when I do have to wear it and I can deal with that, but not for days on end. I prefer shorts and a t-shirt. I feel a lot more human in that.
Anyway, I was to go to Colorado on the plane by myself. I got on the plane with my small suitcase and a carry on bag. Terry the pilot made sure I was buckled up in my seat before we took off. Once in the air, I got out of my seat and got a soda to drink and then started playing my Game Boy.
"Micah," Terry's voice came over the intercom, "Can you get a cup of coffee for me please?"
I blinked as I jumped. Checking my watch, I noted the time. An hour had flown by so fast. I went into the tiny galley and got a travel mug full of coffee for Terry. I went up front and sat in the third chair behind the copilot's seat. Terry turned to face me and took the mug from my hands. I studied his face for a moment as he took a sip of the coffee. He had sandy brown hair cut short, bushy eyebrows, ice blue eyes, and a nice smile.
"What are you thinking about?" Terry asked me, breaking into my thoughts.
"That you're cute," I said without thinking.
His eyebrows went up and then I realized what it was that I had just said. I blushed and stood up to leave. Terry put his hand on my knee and smiled.
"Micah, sit down, okay? It's cool," he said.
I did, feeling my emotions getting out of control. He turned to face me and smiled. I had the feeling he didn't mind what I had said.
"I appreciate the comment, Micah. That was nice of you to say so," Terry said, sipping his coffee. "How old are you?"
"I'm twelve," I replied.
"Ah, the age where a boy starts to change," he said.
"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.
"Oh no. It's a very normal thing," Terry said.
"My Dad's talked to me about that," I said.
Terry nodded. "Good. He should. Every boy needs to know those things about growing up and how his body is going to change. Has he talked to you about sex?"
I nodded. "Yes he has."
"Now be honest with me, okay?" Terry asked.
I nodded my head in agreement nervously. Terry took another sip of coffee and tapped his finger on the control yoke a bit.
"Do you like looking at boys?" he asked me finally.
"Yes I do," I said softly, scared of his reaction.
"Do you think of them in a sexual way?" he questioned me.
I lifted my head and looked into the man's face. "Yes. I fantasize about being naked with another boy, touching his naked body and him touching me. Touching each other's..."
"Penis?" Terry guessed.
"Yeah," I shyly nodded as I blushed a deep red.
"No shame in that. Nothing wrong with wanting to touch another boy's cock," Terry grinned. "Enquiring minds want to know."
I had to smile at that. I felt relief go through me.
"Am I gay then?" I asked.
Terry glanced at the instrument panel. "Only you can answer that one yourself. Either you are or aren't. It's something you are born with. Don't be in a hurry to resolve that. It will take care of its self in time. For now all you're doing is being curious and exploring your sexuality."
That made me feel better. Terry saw the relief in my face.
"Hey, sometimes guys just want to have fun," he said. "What do you know about gay people?"
"Just what I've seen on TV. I saw something called the Gay Pride Parade once. A lot of strange people were in it. Would I have to look like them?" I asked.
Terry looked over at me. "No. Just be yourself. Now this is just my opinion, but I feel a lot of them do more harm to gay community by dressing up in those strange outfits and wear lots of makeup and crap. The media always focuses in on them and not the normal looking people in the parade. Me personally I like leather. Makes me feel good. That's not too outlandish considering what some of the other people are wearing. That's me. I'm sure you'll want to try out a few of the fetishes and that's cool. When you do find out what you like set your limits on things and never be afraid to say no. Don't let anybody try to convince you to overstep them. Your safety and well-being is important."
I thought for a moment. "What is a fetish?"
"Something people do things that turn them on sexually, like wear diapers, or girl's clothes, or leather things, and so on," Terry answered.
I blinked in amazement. "Wow. Is that why you like to wear leather?"
"That's one of the reasons. The other is simply that I like the feel of leather against my skin," Terry replied.
Suddenly the plane shook violently. Terry turned around back to the controls. The plane shook again and he grimaced.
"I don't like the looks of this, kid. Better get back into the cabin and buckle up. This ride is gonna turn nasty," Terry stated.
I dashed into the cabin and got back into my seat and strapped myself in. A bolt of lightning flashed on the left side of the plane, really lighting up the sky. The plane shook again and I was convinced we had been hit. I screamed, really scared now.
"Hang on Micah! We're in the middle of a nasty thunderstorm! I'll get us out of it!" Terry's voice came over the intercom as the cabin lights flickered.
I started to pray. Being Jewish, I fell back on the comforting Psalms and prayers I had learned at the Temple school. Saying them calmed me for the moment. Then another lightening strike lit up the right side of the plane and I heard a loud boom. That scared me nearly senseless, I screamed as loud as I could. I felt the crotch of my pants get wet as the plane shook violently once more. I felt the plane moving downward.
"Micah! Hang on! We're going down!" was the last words I heard from Terry.
I hung on as the plane shook from side to side, up and down, and forwards and backwards. Then the plane slammed into something and I hit my head on the back of the seat in front of me and got knocked out.
Logan's Mountain, Colorado. Tuesday, 0500 hours Sacha
Something loud was ringing inside my head as I slowly came to. I found myself lying on my back on the floor in the middle of the great room. My head hurt bad, and I was seeing double of everything. Every movement hurt. I grit my teeth and rolled over onto my hands and knees. Once the dizziness and nauseous passed, I opened my eyes. I made the attempt to stand but decided to stay on my hands and knees. The ringing in my head wouldn't stop. I looked around for the source of the ringing and realized it was the cordless phone. It was on a stand next to a big potted plant. I blinked twice at it.
"Okay, I'm coming," I said in Russian. I crawled towards it and then realized I needed to pee badly. I looked at the potted plant and shrugged my shoulders. I got as close to it as I could and lifted my right leg. Damn that felt good.
"Plant needed watering," I muttered.
I reached up and grabbed the phone, punching the talk button.
"Hello?" I said as I sat down against the wall.
"Logan?" a man's voice sounded in my ear. The cool wall against my bare back jolted me even more. I could feel my healing talent start to kick in. Nice thing to have.
"I'm sorry, but Mr. Logan is not in. This is Sacha, how can I help you?" I said as I felt my head start to clear quickly.
"Sacha? This is Mac out in Hollywood. You okay, kid? You sound drunk," he said as I moved my left leg and heard a clinking sound on the floor.
I reached for the object in question and discovered it to be an empty beer bottle. Then it all came back to me. Dad and the others had flown out that morning and would be gone for a few days. I had settled down to watch a John Wayne marathon on the AMC channel. Last thing I remember was opening a beer and watching John Wayne take out a bad guy.
I dropped the bottle back onto the floor and then sighed. "I'm okay, Mac. What's the situation?"
"Ever heard of a kid named Micah Kanters?" he asked. I thought for a moment. "No, sorry. What's he done?"
"Ever seen the Mazda car commercials? He's the kid who says zoom zoom as the car speeds past him," Mac explained.
Then I remembered. "Yeah, I've seen it."
"He was on a plane to upper Colorado. It disappeared into a sudden thunderstorm around six last night," Mac stated. "We've been trying to get through."
I blinked. "Last night? Last thing I remember was sitting down around three in the afternoon watching John Wayne and having a beer."
Mac snorted. "Well it's five in the morning now. My first call to you was at eight last night, two hours after the fact."
My mind and body by this time had finished healing its self. I got up and went into the computer room. Checking the security computer, it indicated a power failure around seven thirty last night, power coming back on around four this morning.
"We had a power outage up here last night," I said.
Mac sighed. "That would explain why I couldn't get through. Any way you can help?"
I sat down at the computer and got to work. I'm not really computer savvy like Shiro is, but I can work it fairly well.
"Who else knows about this?" I asked.
"Colorado Air Control," Mac said.
I looked up Colorado Air control on the computer and then dialed their number into a second phone and used the speaker to talk to them.
"Colorado Air Control," a lady's voice answered.
"This is Sacha Logan of Samurai Inc. calling," I said.
She sighed with relief. "Oh thank God."
"I need to know where their last known position was, and if they have an electronic beacon activated. If they do have a beacon, I need the frequency," I stated.
"This is Colonel Travis," a man's voice said.
"Sacha Logan," I said, introducing myself.
"We know their last known position, but for some reason their emergency signal is not working," Travis said.
I groaned. "Damn! That's going to complicate things."
"Got an email? We can send you the last known coordinates and everything else we have," he said.
I rattled it off and waited. The mailbox dinged and I retrieved the email. Plugging the coordinates into the homepage we had with the GPS (Ground Positioning Satellite) folks, I started asking questions.
"What is the area like? Is there any way I could jump in?" I asked.
"No to jumping in. We called up a photo of the general area and there are way too many trees together. No real open spot to land in. You'd have to go in on foot or by snowmobile," Travis said.
Well hell. I didn't like that kind of news. The coordinates would give me the full story. Hopefully the plane wasn't too far away. I just hoped the survivors would be smart and stay put. I turned my attention to the computer and looked at the results. The center of the coordinates had the plane marked fifteen miles north of the house. First good stroke of luck.
"Gents, the plane's center is fifteen miles north of my house," I announced.
There were cheers from Mac and Travis.
"But the big problem is their direction of travel. They may have gone further and could be another couple of miles beyond that point. Travis, at what point did you lose them? At what altitude?" I asked.
I heard him ask the questions to people in the room. "About 500 feet," he replied.
"That would put it over the top of trees, right?" I questioned.
"Just about," he replied.
I played with the GPS page for a moment trying to guess their final resting place. "Guys, I'm estimating about twenty miles from my house. As soon as I hang up here, I'm packing and heading out. I'll keep in touch with Colorado Air Control," I said.
"Every two hours, please. If I don't hear from you by noon, everyone goes in. Got that?" Travis said.
My only response was "Aye aye, sir!"
I was on the trail by 0630. I'd cleaned up, showered, packed, dressed in winter battle fatigues, GPS handheld computer loaded and stowed, and I was ready for anything. I checked my direction once more, and started jogging in that direction. The weather service predicted a blizzard to move in late tonight, and I wanted to get Micah back to the house as fast as possible. The race against time was on. This was a race I had to win at all costs. I couldn't fail. I would not fail. That wasn't in the equation.
Tuesday morning 0700 hours Micah.
I groaned as I came around. My head hurt. I blinked a few times in the dark. Looking at my watch, it read seven in the morning. I blinked at that. I had been out for nearly thirteen hours! I was cold, shivering uncontrollably. I reached up into the overhead compartment after unbuckling myself free. As I pulled on the heavy jacket, I felt something heavy in one of the pockets. I checked it out and discovered a flashlight.
"Thank you God," I breathed.
That was the first sign of good luck. I turned it on to see a piece of sharp metal hanging over my seat. I had come inches of death. Seeing that scared me. Someone was looking out for me. I looked around the rest of the cabin and saw stuff everywhere. I made my way to the front and worked to get the cockpit door open. I wished I hadn't. Terry was dead. A tree branch was sticking out of his chest. I stared at his bloody body as I sank to the floor in tears. There was no reason for him to die. None. He had been a real friend, even helping me with some of my questions. Now he was gone.
I shook my head and turned back into the cabin. I started to search the cabin, finding food, water, a couple cans of red spray paint, rope and a toolbox. Inside the toolbox I found a saw blade that could cut tree branches. An idea slowly formed in my head. I tried the door but it was jammed and I couldn't tell if it was blocked or pushed out of alignment, something that never happens with a Mazda, naturally. So I had to crawl out over Terry to make it work. I didn't like the thought of doing that, but I had no choice. I wrapped Terry in some blankets and said the mourners kaddish over him. I hoped it was enough.
I managed to get out and surveyed the scene. My next bit of good luck was good, heavy branches didn't cover the plane. I could spray paint the top of the plane red. Hopefully that would help the searchers. I got busy and cut a few medium branches out of the way and started spray painting the plane. I was able to get on top of it to do the job. It took about two cans to cover what I could of the plane. I thought of using the rope to keep myself close to the plane but ditched that idea quick. I simply traveled in a straight line in a direction, and when I had gone about a mile out, turned around and followed the red blotches on the trees back to the plane. I used up the rest of the spray paint in about two hours.
By now it was about nine thirty, so I crawled back into the plane and curled up on a little couch and ate a bit of food and drank a little water. I didn't want to consume too much. I rested for a bit, and then kept on searching the plane. I got lucky again and found a snowsuit set in youth size. I pulled off the heavy jacket and got them on over my regular clothes and then put the heavy jacket back on. They were a tad bit baggy, but they would keep me warm. My good luck continued as I found more dry food and more bottled water. I also found a daypack that I loaded with the extra water and dry food. Now all I needed was someone to come and rescue me. I settled back down on the couch and prayed.
I thought about things. Why was Terry dead and I alive? I didn't know the answer and I hoped Terry was in a better place. He deserved to live. He deserved to be happy. This wasn't a good way to die. I've always envisioned someone dying peacefully, happy in the knowledge that they've lived a good long life. I had hoped that Terry would teach me some things about gay sex. What he had told me had helped me some. I had to hope that I would get out of here alive and find someone who would teach me things I needed to know. I sighed and folded a blanket into a pillow and lay down to rest some more. The aspirin I took for my headache was starting to work. I let my mind wander and I thought of my parents. They were great people. I loved them dearly and hoped I would see them again. They had always steered me right and given me good advice in the times I needed it. I just hoped they weren't too worried about me. I slowly closed my eyes and went to sleep.
Tuesday, 1000 hours Sacha.
I got lucky and remembered a cache we set up on the property line. I had forgotten to go to the shed and get a pair of snow skis and as a result was sinking in the heavy snow. With the skis on, I was practically flying over the snow.
I finally reached the last known position the plane was in and struck pay dirt. I found pieces of plane wings, but most importantly, smelled a very faint trail of plane fuel and other fluids. I grinned. I was pumped up on adrenaline, and my senses were extremely sharp. All I had to do was follow that trail. I reported in my find, which touched off a round of cheers. I stowed the cell, picked up the trail of fuel and other fluids, and started tracking again. I had gotten this far nearly nonstop. All that endurance training I had gotten at the hands of those drill instructors was paying off. I moved a bit slower this time, concentrating on following the faint trail I had found. The plane fuel finally petered out, but the oil smell was still there. Since oil is a bit thicker than plane fuel it would last a bit longer, and that's what I was banking on. I figured another hour. The plane had to move a bit farther from that point. There was little bits and pieces on the ground now, and that brought my plane moving some more miles theory closer to reality.
All of a sudden, I smelled paint. Spray paint. I walked over to a tree and examined the splotch of red spray paint. Then it occurred to me that maybe one of the survivors was laying a trail for me to follow. If that was the case, this guy was definitely a smart guy. I got closer to the tree to see if I could pick up a human scent, which I did. It was a kid's scent. Had to be Micah. If he was the one leaving the trail for me to follow, he definitely had the right idea. I tucked that idea away in my head for future discussion at the next crew meeting. I got moving again, putting the tree at my back in hopes I'd run into another marker. A moment later I did, and that told me I was on the right trail for sure. Within moments I found what was left of the plane. There was no mistaking the plane. The cabin and cockpit had survived largely intact, but the rest of the plane was scattered around me, most of the parts covered by last night's snowfall. I could smell many things now, the burn smell of plastic and rubber, two human smells, one alive and the other dead, and blood. I stopped and closed my eyes. I was not looking forward to this. I had seen death a few times while being the Professor's prisoner, but this was different. This was a person who shouldn't have died in the first place. I exhaled sharply and moved forward. I could see something wrapped in a blanket in the cockpit area and knew for sure it was the pilot. I hoped he didn't suffer, but by the looks of things, it was quick.
I moved around the plane and examined it. My first glance analysis had been right. The cabin held together remarkably well. The same person had painted the top of the plane red as well as the trees. I now knew it had been Micah. That had been a very smart move on his part, but the only problem was that the tops of the trees were so thick it was near impossible to see it from up there. I located the door and discovered a very thick tree branch against it. Hardly a challenge for someone with my talents. I popped my claws and went to work. While I'm cutting the tree apart to get to the door let me tell you a bit about myself. First obviously, my name is Sacha. I am twelve, and hail from Russia. What makes me so unique is that I have adamatium metal bonded to my skeleton making my bones unbreakable. I also keep adamatium claws inside my forearms, six inches of razor sharp metal that will slice through anything like a hot knife through butter. I have six of them, three in my left arm, three in my right arm, which come out the backs of my hands when I need them. My second talent is a self-healing talent. My body can heal itself from any kind of wounds and poisons. My third talent is that I posses extremely sharp senses. My sense of smell, sight, and hearing are accelerated far beyond normal human level. I also have implanted in my jaws a pair of sharp canine teeth that came from a wolf. The Professor took it upon himself to tinker around with me and "improve" me. The end result of that is all this, including possessing the violent nature of a Wolverine. One of these days I'll run into him again and discuss what he did to me in my particular manner.
I got the tree branch out of the way and worked the handle of the door, but it was jammed. I cursed in Russian and popped my right claws once again and went to work on the door. The door came apart real easy and I pulled it away from the plane. I went inside the plane and looked around for Micah. I found him huddled up on a couch, shining the flashlight in my face and very scared. He must have seen the claws cut through the metal door.
"Hi Micah, my name is Sacha. I'm here to rescue you. I'm part of an organization called Samurai Inc. My house is about twenty miles south of here. So let me check you out to make sure you aren't injured, move the pilot in here, seal up the plane, and we can get out of here," I said.
"You're not going to hurt me?" he whispered.
I smiled. "No I'm not. I'll explain everything later. For now, let's get out of here fast."
Micah followed me out of the plane and into the snow. I handed him my cell and gave him the number for Colorado Air Control. While he talked to them, I worked on the front of the plane to free the body. Once I got him out, I rewrapped his body in the blankets and laid him out on the couch in the plane and moved the door back in place. I secured it with some thick tree branches by wedging them in place against the door. Then I reached into my pack for an electronic device, activated it, and placed it on the top of the place. Micah reacted to that.
"Hey! They said they just started receiving an electronic signal! Did you do that?" he asked.
I reached for the cell and Micah handed it to me. "Colonel Thomas? That was definitely me. The plane is twenty miles north of my house, almost in a straight line. The signal should pinpoint the plane's location better. Micah is the only survivor, and I need to get going if we are to make it back to my house before that blizzard moves in. I don't like the looks of the clouds I'm seeing."
"Good job, son. You got a place here for you if you want it. We definitely could use someone of your talents," Colonel Thomas said. Hearing that made me feel good. Still not used to someone thanking me for using my unique talents for something good.
"Thank you sir. I'll consider your offer. For right now, Micah and me need to get moving. I'll call you in two hours with a progress report," I said. Thomas said goodbye and I hung up the cell.
"Almost forgot to tell you. This little pack contains several bottles of water and dried food," Micah said, lifting the little daypack and swinging it on his back.
"Way to go, Micah!" I cheered. "Now try to keep up with me if you can. I'm gonna lead us to a cache that me and my family set up for a situation like this. It's about eight miles away and the terrain is going to be tricky, especially with the snow. Got to move as fast as we can because of the weather but if you need a break tell me because it'll be worse if you get exhausted." Micah nodded and took a deep breath. "Let's go!" he said.
Micah 1300 hours
I wasn't aware of anybody being out there until I heard something scraping against the plane walls. I sat up and huddled against the wall in a little niche pointing the flashlight at the door. I was shocked when I saw a piece of metal suddenly appear in the door, and then slide around the door's perimeter like it was made of paper. I got even more scared and was pissing my pants when the piece of metal disappeared and the door pulled away. Then this boy stepped in and smiled at me. I had to blink a few times to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. I wasn't. He introduced himself and promised to tell me everything later.
I followed him out of the plane and watched him go around to the front where Terry was. I got the shock of my life when I saw metal come out of his hands and he used them to cut the cockpit open. He freed Terry and then handed me the cell phone and had me call Colorado Air Control. Boy did they get excited when they answered the phone. I told them about Terry and what I could remember of the plane crash, leaving certain things out. That was none of their business.
I watched Sacha do something to something in his hands and put it on the plane, screwing it in place securely. The people asked if Sacha had turned on some kind of electronic device and I said yes. Then I handed Sacha the cell and he talked to them for a moment and then turned to me. I told him about finding extra water and food and having it in the small backpack I had on my back. Sacha gave me thumbs up and then started leading me out of there. I was glad to be leaving, but I wished Terry was coming with us.
"Don't worry about Terry. Some people will come here and get him. You are the important person right now. A few miles away from here is a small cave where my family and I stashed some stuff in the event we needed it. This is that event," Sacha said.
"Cool. Like what?" I asked.
"How about a snowmobile for starters?" Sacha grinned.
"COOL! I've never been on one!" I shouted. "How fast does it go?"
"You'll find out," Sacha promised.
Boy did I! That was an experience I'll never forget.
It took us almost two hours to locate the little cave. Sacha knew exactly where it was. He left his skis behind but used the poles to check how deep the snow was and move branches out of the way. I know I slowed us down a bit and I couldn't help it. I really wasn't used to this kind of hiking and I needed to stop every now and then. Sacha didn't get mad or frustrated.
"Hang in there. We're almost there," he said.
Getting there was worth it. I stood there and looked at that shiny machine and was so glad to see it. Sacha grinned at me as I looked at it.
"The hard part is done. This is the easy part now. From this point it will take us about an hour to get to my place. All you got to do is hang on to me," Sacha said as he handed me a helmet to wear.
Hearing him say that sent chills up and down my spine. I felt myself get hard with excitement. I managed to get my arms around him and we were off, flying over the snow. The ride was exhilarating, the most exciting ride I'd ever had. We did stop twice to stretch a bit and take care of business. I couldn't see Sacha's penis, but I could see the long stream it made and the steam rising from it. I wondered if Sacha's penis was cut or not. Mine was, and it was because I was Jewish. Dad had explained why, and I accepted it as a normal thing. It really didn't matter in the end, I decided. If I could pee out of it and get pleasure from it, it worked just fine.
Sacha nudged me and I snapped to. I saw a huge house, a two-story house done in the old Victorian style. Sacha smiled at my reaction.
"Welcome to our humble home," he said.
"It's awesome," I said, smiling.
Sacha nodded. "That it is."
He slid the snowmobile into the garage that he opened by remote, and in the nick of time. The snow had started to fall. I stood by the open door and watched it fall for a few minutes as he secured the snowmobile.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked a moment later.
I turned to face him. "Yes. It seems so peaceful."
Sacha smiled as he patted me on the shoulder. "Come on. I got one thing left to do before we go into the house."
I followed him as the garage door closed on the snowscape. Sacha led me to a set of stairs and we went down them into what looked like a basement.
"I had a power outage here last night. I want to see why the emergency power generator didn't kick in," Sacha told me.
"That's not cool," I said.
He laughed as he opened a panel on the huge green box in front of us. He borrowed my flashlight and looked inside. He sighed a moment later.
"Blown fuse, that's why. All I have to do is replace it and we are back in business," Sacha told me.
I helped him by passing what tools he needed for the repair job. Once that was done, he led me into the small hall between the two basements. I blinked at the size of what Sacha called the Great Room.
"This is way awesome," I said.
"I'll show you the rest of the house later. For right now, how about a hot shower, a change of clothes, and some real food?" Sacha proposed.
He guided me upstairs and showed me to a guest room. It was big, almost twice the size of my room at home. I took my time in stripping down in front of a mirror and looked at my body out of habit. I was a bit on the slim side, had a few sparse hairs over my pride and joy which was coming to life from the attention it was getting. I grinned and got into the shower once I had adjusted the water. It felt so good to get clean again! I dressed in a set of sweats that Sacha had loaned me and left the guest room.
I heard what sounded like a moan, so I followed the sound and got a shock. Sacha was lying on his bed stroking his penis while saying my name. It sounded to me like he had the hots for me. I watched the sperm fly out of his penis and land on his body. His body was very muscular and well defined and I felt myself getting turned on. Suddenly Sacha sat up and I jumped. He looked at me and I backed out of the room and fled downstairs. I wasn't sure how to handle this.
Sacha
Seeing Micah standing there watching me jack off shocked me. I hadn't heard him at the doorway. I was concentrating on my pleasure. Feeling his arms around me as we rode on the snowmobile had made me hot and I needed relief. I decided to give him a bit of space to think, so I went into the shower and got cleaned up. I dressed in a kimono that Shiro had given me for Christmas, my first real Christmas present. I found Micah in the kitchen, eating an apple.
"Hot soup and sandwiches?" I asked.
He looked up at me and nodded. I got busy and made the early dinner. I looked out the big window above the sink to see the snow swirling fast and furious.
"Good thing I checked the generator," I said. "Looks like this is going to be a bad blizzard. The ones I've seen in Russia were worse than this."
That got Micah's attention. "You're from Russia?"
I launched into the story of my life and told him everything. Micah sat there and listened as he sipped a mug of hot tea. He shook his head at my descriptions of what the Professor had done to me, and smiled as I described life here.
"You definitely got it made here," Micah said.
"I'm glad, too. All of them have accepted me for who I am and what I am. They don't care that I'm gay, either," I said, watching his reaction.
That made Micah blink at me. "You are gay?"
"Yes I am. Does that bother you?" I asked.
"No, because I'm dealing with that myself," Micah admitted.
I nodded. "Took me a bit of time to get used to the idea that I was gay," I said. "Dad and the others helped me with it and now I'm okay with it."
Micah looked up at me. "I'm sorry for sneaking into your room and interrupting your activity. I didn't mean to, it was rude of me."
I waved my hand. "Hey, no biggie. Have you done it?"
"A few times. Sure makes me feel good. I'll tell you what. When I do it later, I'll let you watch and that will make us even," Micah proposed.
I considered the idea. He sure was bold to even say that. "Let me think about that. In the meantime, how about the grand tour?"
He jumped on that idea and off we went. I showed him around the house, starting with the top floor and ending in the covered pool area. I was in the mood for a swim, so I stripped down and dived in. When I came up to the surface, Micah was standing there with a surprised look on his face. I grinned at him and then it seemed like he had decided something. Next thing I knew, he had dived in with me. I got a glance at his cock as he dived in. It looked to be about four inches soft and cut. Micah was definitely on the slim side and that was all right with me.
We splashed around for almost two hours, and then got out and stretched out on a pair of loungers. I felt completely relaxed and I looked over at Micah. He looked relaxed and less nervous. I thought that if I appeared relaxed and cool about this he would too. I could see him looking at my gear and the thought of that started getting me aroused. I left it alone and let it do its thing. I could see his eyes bugging out; he was really staring. I casually reached for it and started to stroke it slow and easy. Micah was really paying attention to what I was doing. He reached for his and it grew to a respectable six inches. It was a little on the slim side like the rest of him. I kept on stroking mine, starting to get into it. Micah tried to match me stroke for stroke but fell behind as I rapidly stroked my seven inches (I was growing a bit more there and that made me happy) and started to feel the familiar feelings of release coming. I shivered as I did cum, moaning in pleasure. I felt my sperm shoot out through my cock and out onto my body. I heard Micah gasp at the sight, and that served to be his breaking point. I watched as he came, his sperm fountaining up into the air and landing on his torso, abs, and fingers. He sighed and smiled.
"That felt really good," he said.
I grinned. "I could show you more pleasure if you want. All up to you. I won't force you into anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. You call the shots."
Micah nodded at me. "Thanks, I appreciate that. This was good enough for now. Besides, I'm kinda tired. Mind if I go up to bed?"
"Go for it. I'll walk around and check the doors. See you in the morning," I said.
Micah got up and walked into the house, pulling his sweats on. I got up and stretched, popping muscle and other things back into place. I looked at the big clock hanging on the wall of the pool house. Hell, no wonder he was tired. It was around eight thirty at night. We had been having so much fun we lost track of time. I smiled. Hopefully I had broken the ice with him. Tomorrow would tell for sure.
Micah
After the great dinner of hot soup and warm sandwiches, Sacha took me on a tour of the house. It certainly was impressive. Then he did something that was totally unexpected when we finished the tour at the enclosed pool. He stripped off his kimono and dived into the pool. Naked. I just stared at his muscular body as he took the plunge. What interested me most was his penis (I say penis, because I am a bit uncomfortable to call it a cock), it was tanned, uncut, and a bit thicker than mine. For some reason I had always thought every boy's penis was the same. After seeing Sacha's, I knew I had some reading to do. I briefly entertained the thought of asking him to let me explore it, but I didn't. I chickened out at the last second.
Getting into the warm water naked was an experience. It felt good, exhilarating, and wild. To feel the water against my bare penis and testicles was beyond anything I'd ever felt before. Stretching out on the lounger naked took a lot of guts on my part but I did it. The more I did it, the more intense my feelings got. When Sacha took hold of his penis and started stroking it that got too much for me. I took hold of mine and tried to match him stroke for stroke, but couldn't keep up. I watched in amazement as his sperm flew upward and landed across his torso, abs, and then his fingers. He got a satisfied smile on his face as he sighed in relief.
Suddenly I felt my body react and I watched my sperm fly all over me. The feelings were so far out of this world it was unbelievable. It felt good, but it kinda wiped me out. I asked Sacha if he didn't mind my going up to bed. I pulled on my sweats and walked up to bed. I could hear the wind howl around the house and I felt sad for Terry. That had to have been the loneliest sound I ever heard. It sounded like someone crying.
I dreamed of Terry that night. I saw him standing there with a smile on his face.
"Micah, don't be sad. I'm in a better place and I'm happy. I know you're upset because I died and that's okay. It's natural to grieve for someone you liked or loved. Life goes on and so must you. I like Sacha. He seems like a nice boy. Let him teach you the things I had planned on. Don't be afraid to ask questions or ask to do things. Don't be in a hurry. Enjoy each pleasure as you discover them. Have fun!" Terry smiled and then faded away before I had the chance to say anything.
I sat up in bed, my heart pounding. That had been a very intense dream. I looked at the clock it was four thirty in the morning. I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took care of business. I looked out the window and all I could see was darkness. The wind was still howling around the house. I crawled back into bed and pulled the covers up to my chin. It took me a half hour to go back to sleep.
I told Sacha everything the next morning as I sat in the kitchen, sipping a cup of hot tea. I find hot tea very relaxing to me.
Sacha nodded once I finished my tale. "Wow. He sounded like a cool dude. Wish I could have met him. He is right about what he said though. Anything you want to know or do, just ask. I'll do what I can to help you."
Hearing that made me feel good. Sacha was turning out to be a good friend. I watched him put breakfast on the table. Something had been bothering me all night and then it hit me. I needed to call home.
"Sacha, could I..." I started when he turned around with the cordless phone in his hand and gave it to me.
I laughed as I took it form him and called home. I talked to my parents for fifteen minutes. Sacha talked to them for five. It was agreed that I would stay until the weather cleared. Sacha turned on the radio just as the phone in my hand rang.
"Sunny Skies Nudist Camp," Sacha said after I handed him the phone.
I blinked as he roared with laughter. I sighed, suddenly wondering if I was in trouble. Sacha ended the phone call a moment later. "My Dad says hello to you, relax and do anything you want, within reason."
"Darn!" I said.
Sacha's eyebrows rose. "Dare I ask?"
I looked at him. "I was hoping to get you into a girl's bikini."
The look on his face was priceless.
After breakfast I drifted out to the pool area and sat down on a lounger. I needed to think about last night's dream and what it meant. After kicking it around, I finally decided to go for it and ask Sacha to teach me things. Feeling like a load had been taken off my shoulders, I stripped down and got into the hot tub. As I sat there, I could hear the wind blowing and looked around the pool enclosure, wondering why the structure didn't blow over. I could see steel beams criss crossing each other, keeping the material intact.
"Hey cutie," the light voice said.
I looked towards the glass sliding door to see Sacha modeling a tiny aqua blue girl's bikini. I coughed up the mouthful of coke I had just sipped while Sacha roared in laughter at my expression. I suddenly recalled what Terry had said about fetishes.
"Is that one of your fetishes?" I called out.
Sacha doubled up with laughter. "Might be."
I sighed. "I think I created a monster."
Sacha grinned. "Don't you think I'm cute?"
I decided to go for broke. "In a g string, but not in that."
Sacha grinned and disappeared. Truth was I didn't know what a g-string was, but when he came back out of the house with a tiny piece of green cloth over his penis, I nearly stopped breathing. He grinned as he turned around and I could see a string disappear between his buns, and then I realized what it was.
"Is that what I think it is?" I asked.
Sacha was enjoying himself. "Yup!"
I was about to ask what was next, but decided not to. Sacha walked over to the Jacuzzi and got in. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly.
"This feels good," he said.
"I agree with that," I said. "Um, I am kind of wondering if you could um, teach me things."
Sacha nodded. "I will, Micah. All you need to do is ask what it is, and I'll help you with it. I won't push you into anything you aren't ready for."
I felt relieved. "Kiss me?"
Sacha turned to me and leaned forward. I closed my eyes and let it happen. I can't describe what it was that I felt when his lips touched mine. It just felt so good. The first kiss was a slow one. I put my arms around Sacha and he pulled me close to him. I felt his hands on my back, gently caressing my skin with his fingertips. I felt his tongue poke at my lips and I opened my mouth. Sacha stuck his tongue inside my mouth and it felt wild. It felt warm, wet and it turned me on. I returned the action, sticking my tongue in his mouth. I felt him suck on my tongue for a moment and then back off.
I blinked. "That was awesome."
Sacha smiled. "You have just discovered passion for the first time."
I smiled, feeling so good.
"Want to go into the house and to your room?" Sacha asked.
"Yes," I replied.
Sacha
I had given Micah his first kiss. He reacted to it very well. I asked him if he wanted to go to his room and he said yes. I led him by the hand into the house and up to his room. He closed the door behind him and walked over to me. He was already naked, so he reached for my string and pulled it down off me and dropped it on the floor. I reached out and touched him. His skin felt soft, and I could feel his developing muscles. He took me into his arms and kissed me again. We stood there and kissed for a bit, each of us enjoying the feelings. Micah backed away and sat down on the bed and looked at me. I could see the longing in his eyes.
"Please touch me all over, teach me how to do that," Micah said.
I sat down next to him and gently touched his face. He shivered as I moved my fingertips around his cheeks. He lay down on the bed, grabbing my hand and taking me with him. I landed on his right side and he quickly turned to face me, kissing me once more. Something had taken hold of him, and I had the feeling it was good.
I resumed exploring his face, my hands gently squeezing it. He moaned into my mouth and I moved my hands down his face to his neck. I gently tickled his neck and he cried out, his body shaking in testacy. I was getting him hot. I broke away from his mouth and kissed his cheeks, and then down his chin to his neck. His hands came up to my head and I felt him run his fingers through my short hair and tugged gently at the long ponytail I was growing at the base of my head (I always thought they looked sexy) and moaned some more. My hands and fingers moved down his chest. I could feel the slight depression between his chest and then moved my fingers over very hard nipples. Micah shivered as I took the dime-sized nipples that were standing out very hard and gently twisted and pulled on them.
"Oh, oh, oh, that feels good!" he squealed.
Taking that as a good sign, I kept on teasing them. He was breathing hard, and I knew he was very aroused. I moved my mouth down to his left nipple and started licking it. Micah went nuts. I nearly had to climb on top of him to keep him from going through the ceiling. As I sucked and liked the erect nipple, I continued playing with the right one. He was really enjoying it. Then I moved over to the right one and started licking on it.
"OH MAN!" he screamed.
I kept on going and didn't stop. He writhed and moaned underneath me and I knew he was enjoying the pleasure. He wrapped his arms around my head and squeezed a bit.
"Easy Micah," I warned.
He eased up and I licked his nipple a moment longer, and then started moving down his torso once more. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see his very erect cock. I was standing up straight and proud. I could see the dark circumcision scar at the middle of the white shaft. The tip of his cock was a slightly darker color from being so aroused. The sight of it turned me on.
I gently kissed his torso, feeling the bones of the rib cage press against my lips. I could hear him moan softly. I hoped he was enjoying himself. I was enjoying myself as well. My tongue fell into his navel. It was one of those nice deep innies. To come across those are rare. I slowly slipped my tongue inside and slowly swirled it around. Micah gasped out loud and stiffened up. I licked it out for a bit and then slipped a finger inside. My index finger slid in up to the second knuckle. This could present an opportunity! I giggled for a moment and then pulled back. I gave Micah a chance to calm down while I moved around on the bed, getting between his legs. I moved up a bit and teased the edge of his navel for a moment and then moved down his abs to his cock. It was a hard one. It kept poking me in the neck. I took it in hand and moved it out of my way for a moment and then let go of it as I ran my tongue around the base of his cock. His legs snapped shut around my neck.
"Micah, relax! I need to breathe!" I pleaded. He let go and I could breathe again. I moved my tongue down beneath his cock to the top of his balls. He was really whining. I could tell he was on the edge. I moved my tongue over and around his balls, slowly sucking each one into my mouth. He was panting and breathing hard from the pleasure. I played with his balls for a bit, enjoying the taste of his balls and the sweet sweat on them. I spread his legs apart and pushed them up to his chest and then moved my tongue down to the bit of skin between his balls and his hole. I gently flicked my tongue against the skin and was rewarded by a scream.
"OH MY GOD!" Micah yelled.
I stuck my nose in his fleshy gate and took a long sniff. It's hard to describe the smells there. If you have done that, then you'd know what I mean. Then I ran the tip of my tongue over the surface of his hole. Micah shivered and sobbed. He wanted off badly. He'll get his chance in a bit. I licked and sucked on his hole for a bit making him squirm. I let his legs down and quickly sucked his cock into my mouth. His eyes bugged clear out of his head.
"Sacha!" he whined.
I managed to get the six inches completely into my throat and started vocalizing a bit. His eyes crossed and he shivered as his mouth dropped open. I came back up slowly, sucking hard on that very hard piece of flesh. I looked up into his face.
"Time for you to really get off," I smiled.
The grin on his face and his body shivering told me he was ready.
I reached into the drawer of the nightstand as I sat up and retrieved a tube of KY.
"What's that stuff?" Micah asked me.
I opened the tube and squeezed out just a little of it at the tip. "It's called KY jelly. You use it to help get your penis inside of me easy."
The shocked look on his face was priceless. I explained to him exactly what he was going to do. I slowly jacked him off as I told him what to do. Once he understood, I rolled onto my back and let him take over. His lubed fingers felt good in me.
"That feels good Micah," I cooed.
He just smiled and shivered in anticipation of the pleasure he was about to get. He rubbed a little KY onto his erect cock and then approached me with it in hand. I had my ass at the edge of the bed so he wouldn't have to go far. He poked the tip of his cock at the entry and I helped him with it. I closed my eyes as I felt his cock gain entry to me. I could hear him gasp in surprise so I opened my eyes to see the wonder on his face.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
He looked at me. "I don't know."
"Keep going, I like having your penis inside of me," I said.
Micah kept pushing his cock deep inside of me until I felt his hips against my ass. "Now what do I do?"
I told him what to do and he followed directions perfectly. He shivered and I knew his instinct had taken over. He started fucking me good. I could feel his cock moving inside of me and I liked it. It felt good.
"Micah, this feels so good. I love feeling you inside of me," I said, encouraging him to keep going.
He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. I could see his lips moving as he continued to fuck me good. I saw tears at the corners of his eyes and knew he was getting close to orgasm. I knew his first fuck would be a memorable one.
"Something is happening!" he gasped.
"Let it happen. It's okay," I cooed.
Damn, he sure got there quick! He was really laying into me, slamming his hips against my ass. He was crying now, the tears flowing down his face as he tried to get his release. Suddenly he was cumming. I felt his cock swell up slightly and the sperm shoot through his cock and into me.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! OOOOOOOOHHHHH! RRRRAAARRGH!" he screamed out loud, slamming himself against me.
I caught him as he collapsed on top of me. He kept crying as I held him, his tears running down my right shoulder. I gently rubbed his back and held him close to me.
"It's okay, Micah. It's all right now," I said.
He slowly wound down and then went quiet. I listened to his breathing until it slowed down and became regular gentle puffs on my shoulder. Micah had gone to sleep.
Micah Wednesday Morning
I woke up in bed alone. I sat up and blinked as I looked around. Then it occurred to me what had happened. I had sex with Sacha. I lay back down and let the memory wash over me. I tried to put words to what I had felt but I couldn't. I got back up and went into the bathroom and took care of business. When I came out, Sacha was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"There you are. Hop in and relax," he said.
I got back into bed and sat up against the pillows. Sacha got in with me and sat up too. He lifted a tray from the floor and put it across our laps.
"Breakfast is now served," he grinned.
I laughed as he uncovered a few dishes and I drooled at the sight. Sacha reached for a strawberry and dipped it into a bowl of chocolate and brought it up to my lips. I reached for it but he gently pushed my hands down.
"Let me feed you," Sacha said.
He fed me a wonderful breakfast, starting with fruit and ending up with scrambled eggs. That filled me up nice. I sighed as I patted my tummy.
"You are an amazing cook," I said.
He looked at me and caressed my cheek. "You're welcome."
I looked into his eyes. "Can I explore you?"
He smiled. "Yes."
Sacha put the try on the floor and I pulled the covers back. Sacha lay back and I watched his chest rise and fall with each breath. I put my left hand on his very muscular abs and started caressing him. Sacha smiled at I traced each individual muscle.
"That feels good," he cooed.
I leaned over him and kissed him. After last night my inhibitions were gone and I eagerly wanted to give him pleasure back. I gently sucked on his lips and slipped my tongue inside his mouth. Sacha took me into his strong arms and hugged me as we French kissed for a few moments. My hands were busy while we kissed, exploring and touching his body. I loved touching his skin. It felt smooth to my fingertips. He sighed and moaned as I kept on touching him. I broke the kiss and then started kissing his face like he had done to me. I was trying to do the same things he had done to me in the same way that he had done to me.
"Do what you think will please me. Trying to do it in the same way I did it won't be as pleasurable," Sacha advised.
I took that to heart. I relaxed more and slowed down a bit more. As I moved down from his face, I followed up the kissing with touches from my fingertips. His panting told me I was doing good now.
I got to his nipples. Sacha had big nipples, the size of a silver dollar. The little nubs were sticking out and hard. I could get my teeth on them except for the right one. Sacha had a gold hoop through the right one. Seeing that was a turn on. I gently sucked and nibbled at the left one while I fingered the right one and gently pulled on the hoop. Sacha was moaning loudly. "Feels good, that feels so good."
I felt his body shiver under mine. He was enjoying what I was doing. A moment later I switched nipples and started licking and sucking the right one. Feeling the gold hoop on my tongue was something I'd never forget. Sacha whined as I pleasured his nipples, licking them, sucking them, and playing them. I reluctantly left them and moved on.
I moved one hand down his torso as I followed it, kissing his torso and then using my right hand to gently tickle his torso. Sacha must have liked that.
"Micah, that's so hot!" he whined.
He was enjoying himself then. That made me happy. My left hand took hold of his penis and I gently stroked it while I licked out his belly button. He moved a little from the pleasure he was feeling. I stopped and curled my fingers around his balls and gently stroked them. He arched his back and cried out in pleasure.
"Yeah, yes, yeah, sooooo gooooood!" Sacha whined.
I knew I had him going now. I moved my tongue down to the base of his penis and licked around it and then down to his balls. He wiggled beneath me and I loved feeling that. I was enjoying myself as I gave him pleasure. I took my time in pleasuring his balls. They felt soft and fleshy in my mouth. I thought I was doing okay for my first time out, and Sacha seemed to be really enjoying himself. I went down to his hole. I studied it for a moment, using a finger to gently feel the puckered entry. I didn't stick my nose in there like he had done to me because I didn't want to. I elected to use my finger to pleasure his anal opening and that's what I did. I had the thought in the back of my head that Sacha would want to fuck me. I was going to let him, because I wanted him to. I just hoped he wouldn't hurt me.
I stretched out on the bed after I finished pleasuring him. Sacha smiled at me.
"Will you fuck me Sacha?" I asked.
He smiled wider. "Yes. But here's how we will do it. I will lube you up and get you stretched out a bit. Then I will lie down on my back and you straddle my hips. I'll hold my penis steady as you push yourself down on it. That way you are doing the work at your speed and I relax. You'll know how much pain you can handle and how fast to go. Just trust me on this, okay?"
"Okay," I said.
Hearing that took a load off my mind. Sacha had me lie across his lap and he got the tube of KY out of the drawer next to the bed. He squeezed some of the KY onto a finger as I watched and then put his finger at my hole and very slowly introduced his finger inside me. That was the wildest thing I'd ever felt. It felt good sliding up inside of me. I closed my eyes and sighed. Sacha worked his finger in and out of me, wiggling it around inside of me for two minutes.
"I'm adding a second finger. When you feel it start to enter you, push down like you are doing that, you know?" Sacha queried.
I nodded. "Okay."
When I felt the second finger touch me there, I did push down and it popped right into me easy. It did hurt for a second and then turned into pleasure. Sacha worked the two fingers inside of me until I felt loose.
"You ready?" Sacha asked as I rolled off his lap.
I nodded nervously. I wanted him to take me and be my first. I wasn't about to back down. Sacha got onto his back and I got on top of his hips. Sacha reached underneath me and took hold of his penis and nodded.
I took a deep breath and let it out slow, and started downward. I felt the tip of his penis touch my cheeks and go up in between them, stopping at my anus. I closed my eyes and willed myself to relax. I pushed down and moved my butt downward. I felt his penis enter me. There was a flash of pain and then it was over. Sacha was inside me now. I let my breath out and felt Sacha move his hand from underneath me.
"Take your time, relax, and go at your speed. We've got all the time in the world," Sacha said to me as he gently squeezed my arm.
I pushed down until I was actually sitting on his hips. I sat there for a moment getting used to having another boy's penis inside of me. It really felt good as I relaxed. Then I started moving up and down on his penis. I could feel it moving inside of me. The feelings were indescribable. I did that for a few minutes getting used to Sacha's penis inside of me. Then I decided to let Sacha have at me. I got off of him and he knew what I wanted now.
"I want it," I whispered.
"Are you sure?" Sacha asked me.
I looked up into his eyes. "I want it!"
He just nodded in reply. I rolled onto my back and he placed a folded pillow underneath my butt to prop me up a little. Sacha got between my legs and put his penis at my opening. He slowly pushed himself in. Feeling the Russian boy's penis open me up was an experience I'll never forget. He kept going until he was completely inside of me. He settled down and then looked at me.
"You ready?" he asked.
I nodded. "Go for it!"
Sacha did. He settled on top of me and began to move his penis inside of me. He later told me it was called anal intercourse. I sighed and moaned with pleasure as he moved in and out of me. I muttered all kinds of things, urging him onward.
"Micah, your butt is so nice and tight! I love this! Makes me feel so good!" Sacha moaned.
I wiggled my butt a little to help him enjoy the pleasure some more. I must have done something right because I felt Sacha's penis hit something inside of me, setting off even more pleasure.
"OOOOOHHHHHH!" I yelled.
"I hit your prostate Micah. That's something I'll explain later," he said, and then started going faster inside of me.
Sacha's breathing got heavier and he started to growl like an animal. I looked into his face and saw a different look there. There was something wild in his eyes that both scared me and turned me on even more. He grabbed my hips and really started shoving his hips against my butt. I felt his penis hit that spot time and time again and before I knew it both of us were ejaculating, me in between us and Sacha inside of me. He tipped his head back and howled like a wolf, sending shivers up and down my spine. We stayed like that for a few minutes and then Sacha slowly pulled out of me. I let my legs down and Sacha lay down behind me, pulling me in close to him like I was spooned into him. I sighed and we went to sleep.
Sacha Thursday Morning
I woke up and found Micah in my arms. I lay there for a bit thinking about what had happened yesterday and felt good about it all. I had tried my best to give Micah a very pleasant experience and hoped I had succeeded in doing so. Suddenly I realized the wind had stopped. I sat up, untangling myself from Micah. The bedroom door was closed as well. I know for a fact I hadn't closed it. My senses kicked in and I could hear people moving around. I quickly pulled on a pair of briefs and sneaked out of the room. Just as I closed my bedroom door, I heard a noise behind me. Without thinking about it, I whipped right around with claws raised, ready to fight. Shiro blinked and backed off, holding his hands high.
"Dude, it's cool," he said.
I lowered my hands and pulled my claws in. "When did you guys get home?"
"About two hours ago. It's eleven now. Storm cleared out four this morning. Micah in your room?" Shiro asked.
"Yes, and still sleeping. Let's go downstairs and I'll tell you guys everything," I said. "I could use a cup of coffee."
I followed Shiro down to the kitchen and got a cup of coffee. Danny cooked breakfast while I told them everything. Dad nodded the whole time.
"You did good, kid. Real good job," Dad said, grinning.
"I'll agree to that," Micah's voice said from the doorway.
All of us turned to see Micah standing there in a kimono. Dad waved him over to the table as I set a cup of tea in front of him. Micah took a sip and grinned.
"That goes down good," he commented. "Are you guys flying me home today?"
"You bet. Danny needs to get the flight plan filed and the Lear gassed up. Sacha can go with you guys and make sure you get home safe," Dad told him.
"Cool. I'll send Sacha's clothes back by UPS," he said.
I smiled. "Keep them, okay? I got plenty."
"Thanks, Sacha!" Micah grinned.
All of us sat down and had breakfast. Micah told them a bit about himself as I sat there with a smile on my face. I felt good about what had happened and knew he would never forget. Micah was a cool guy and he deserved the best in life. I went with him and Danny to take him back home. His parents were really cool people and they thanked me many times for saving his life. That made me feel real good. I was glad to see him get back to his family. Micah hugged me tight in the privacy of his bedroom.
"You take care and go with God," he said.
I gave him one last passionate kiss before leaving. "I'll see you again someday."
His parents wanted to pay me for saving his life but I graciously refused. You just can't put a price on human life. The people they keep around them best measure a person's life. Real powerful testimony if you ask me. I should know.
The End (for now)