Tatawaw

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Chapter 4 - Hermie's first lesson

The next thing I know I am being attacked in my own bed by two small imps.

"Wake up, Sleepyhead!" They are shouting in my ears and dragging the bedclothes off my naked body. Now they're bouncing up and down on either side of me. I open one eye. What a happy scene greets me. Bouncing on my right is Paul in one of his kimonos, and on the left in his new Tatawaw white bathrobe in Hermie, laughing away.

"Well, Good Morning, Boys!"

"It ain't morning! It's after one, Larry. Comley sent us up here to sees if you was dead!"

I sit up, then struggle to reach for the sheet to cover up my morning hardon, but the boys flop down on either side of me and wrap my arms around them. I am the thorn between two roses. Hermie's robe falls open to show his lovely boytool.

"Well, I see you've met your new brother, Paul." I repeat the message in Spanish for Hermie.

"Yeah, Dr. Yamomoto wanted to hit the slopes first thing this morning,--he's leaving today,--so I went back to my room and I finds Him in my bed," pointing across my chest. "I been showing him around. I gives him his new bathrobe and shows him his new clothes and we went to breakfast and meets some of the guys and then we takes a bath and then Comley comes in and helps us dry off and the three of us go round the whole house showing Hermie stuff."

"Me like Señor Comley!" Hermie tells me in English. Sort of.

"Hermie wanted to come gets you before, but Comley said to lets you sleep."

"What the fuck day is it?"

"Sunday."

"Oh good. Then there's no school. Sure could use a cup of coffee."

"I thought you might, Larry." Comley walks in with a hot mug in his hand.

"Oh, you're an answer to prayer." Paul releases my right hand so I can take the mug and begin nursing it, as Comley grabs one of the pillows and throws it over my still-hard cock. How can it relax, after all, with two seven-year old assholes in such close proximity. "So, Boss, what do you think of our newest boy?"

Comley doesn't bother covering Hermie's dick though. "He is a real delight. He's been smiling at everybody and asking a million questions. You better get busy and give this boy some English. Some real English, not like Paul here!"

"Hey!" Paul pretends he's offended.

"Well, Boss, you have to remember Paul's native language is Japanese." We all laugh, even Hermie.

"Pierre has some brunch saved for you. Better get up if you want it hot."

"OK, you heard the man, Boys." They finally let me get up. I grab my white robe and show Hermie it matches his. All the staff and all the boys have matching robes. And matching khaki pants and blue shirts and red ski jackets and so on. Sure, we own personal clothes, but Tatawaw provides us with a full regulation wardrobe.

Comley watches me. "You're going to have some trouble getting that closed in your present condition." I glance down at my dick, relentlessly insisting on some morning attention. "Paul, why don't you give him some help with that. We'll call it Hermie's first lesson."

"Super, Mr. Comley." So here I am, standing in the middle of my room, with a seven-year old black boy who thinks he's Japanese sucking away at my cock while his new Mexican brother looks on with saucer eyes and my Boss watches appreciatively. If I think about it, whoever is on security right now is probably watching as well, but one tends to forget that all our actions at Tatawaw are being televised.

Comley sits on a chair and takes Hermie in his lap. He speaks softly to the boy though I wonder how much the lad understands. "You see, Hermie? Look at how nice Paul is sucking the cock. Larry looks happy, doesn't he? Men like it when little boys suck their cocks. You see how Paul looks up at Larry's face? He wants to make Larry feel real important. You see how he keeps moving the cock in and out of his mouth? You'll learn to do that too. I'm sure real soon you'll be just as good a cocksucker as Paul and all the other boys." I glance over at the two of them. Comley is fondling Hermie's sweet dick. The boy is resting his head on Comley's chest, sucking his thumb but keeping his eyes glued on me and Paul.

I feel my nuts tighten. I clench my eyes closed and grab Paul's head in my hands. "Oh, Fuck! Oh, yeah, Kid! You sure know how to welcome a guy back home!" I'm not thinking too straight but I guess it's been about a week since my last blowjob. Before I flew to Mexico, I spent the night with Vasily, the twelve-year old from Russia. "Shit! I need this, Kid. I really fuckin need this. Don't stop! Don't ever fuckin stop!" An electric wave sweeps through my entire body. I freeze, firmly grasping Paul's little head. Then I scream, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" as my cock explodes in his talented mouth. The soldier expertly swallows each volley: one, two, three, four.

Finally sated, my body relaxes. I wobble unsteadily, open my eyes and look down at my morning lover. "Thank you," I whisper. Paul lets my cock go and smiles up at me, jizz dripping from his beautiful lips.

"¡Ay, caramba!" Hermie says softly. I look over at him. He is entranced.

I sit down on my bed and wave him to come over. Both boys sit on the bed beside me and I take turns kissing each one. "You just had your first lesson at Tatawaw, Hermie. Paul is an excellent teacher. He'll teach you lots of other things."

Suddenly Paul jumps up. "Come on, Lazybones! Pierre will be mad if you keeps him waiting any longer." I don't even have a chance to freshen up before I am dragged by two laughing boys to the kitchen.

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