Chapter 20
The following morning I woke up to a surprise, an empty bed. I sat up in the bed and looked around the empty room. I called out for the twins but no answer. After I rubbed my eyes, I turned to the nightstand and saw a little note on my phone. It read, "We had to do something for our uncle. We'll be back in a few hours. Coffee is made and food in the fridge, if you're hungry! - The Twins!" With a smiley face at the end. The handwriting was so neat, it made wonder which twin had written it. I stood up from the bed and stretched, then put on my shorts. The first place I went to was the rest room to relieve myself.
After the pee stop, I went to the kitchen and poured me a cup of coffee. I wasn't hungry so I didn't eat anything. Instead I sat in the kitchen drinking my coffee in silence.
When I finished my coffee I placed it in the sink and suddenly I had the urge to go to the bathroom again. Swiftly I made my way to the restroom.
As I dried my hands, I head a noise in the hallway. It made me think it was the twins. I unlocked the door eager to see them.
When I opened it I saw someone. It wasn't the twins. It was an older man. He was tall and thin, but muscular. He wore a gray sleeveless workout shirt with matching joggers. The man had a trimmed salt and pepper beard, "Who are you?" he said in his deep voice.
I gulped, "Hi, I'm a friend of Sam and Davis."
"Do you have a name, 'friend of Sam and Davis."
I laughed nervously, "Jason. Sorry, they left and..."
"I know who you are. They've talked about you."
My nerves calmed and I walked into the hallway, "Have they now?"
The man walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. He held up the pot offering me a cup, I said yes to him. I sat in the kitchen eyeing his figure. The man's shorts hugged his bubble butt very well. I wanted to reach out and touch it.
He placed the mug in front of me and sat across from me. "My name is Eric, I'm their uncle," he took a sip from his coffee.
I figured. I thought to myself. What could've been the alternative? A burglar? Another man they slept with?
"Nice to meet you, Eric."
"So I assume you three had sex? That is why you are here?" he said cutting to the chase of the conversation.
My face got warm from embarrassment, "How'd you know?"
"You're shirtless and wearing a pair of shorts I bought them."
I looked down at the shorts and laughed, "Oh yeah, I thought they were mine."
Eric took another sip, "They've been talking about you for a while now. I'm glad they finally came out and told you."
I gulped, "Well, it's more like one twin cough me with the other."
"Oh? Where exactly?"
"In the showers."
Eric made a fist, "I told them to not have sex in the showers."
"I'll keep that in mind in the future," I stared at the black liquid in my mug for a few seconds gathering the words for my question, "Can I ask you something?"
"Shoot!"
"Why do the twins live with you?"
Eric turned his coffee mug around a few times then spoke, "I don't see the harm in you knowing, especially since you're sleeping with them. It's something they don't like to talk about. But their parents died in a car accident when they were 5 years old."
I gasped, "I'm so sorry to hear that Eric. I shouldn't have asked."
"It's fine, Jason. I don't mind talking about it. Martial arts is what helped me with their passing. Something that I was able to do with them. As their Godfather, I took them in and raised them," Eric laughed, "I didn't know what I was doing. I asked for helped everywhere. The internet, books, other parents. A lot of times I just winged it."
"I think you did a good job," I assured him, "The boys are nice guys."
"Yeah, they are. It could've been worse. They could've gotten into a gang or drugs."
"True that," I took a sip from my coffee, "So how long have you had the dojo?" wanting to shift the conversation.
"It was my Grandfather's dojo. It was established by him and his Japanese friend after World War II. Then it was passed down to my father and then me. My brother didn't want it. He didn't care too much about martial arts. He of course learned it with me growing up, but when he went to college he abandoned it for his career and his family."
"Wow, a family business. That's pretty cool," I finished my coffee, "So, did you compete?"
Eric smiled, "Of course. I've won several competitions. You wanna see my trophies and awards?"
"I'd love to see your accolades," I said.
Eric stood up. I put on my t-shirt that was on the couch and followed him out the door. We climbed down the stairs and entered his office. Eric flipped the light switch illuminating the office. In the center of the room was a wooden desk with a round carpet below it. It reminded me a bit of an executive office from the movies. Behind the desk was something interesting. It was a glass display case that housed all of Eric's accolades. We stood before the display. Eric flipped a switch and the case illuminated. It was littered with medals, trophies, belts and a displayed karate gear, and a few pictures of him when he was younger.
He pointed to one of the photos, "That was me when I was 12. I won my very first competition," he rubbed his beard, "Man, that was 31 years ago."
I did the math in my head, Eric was 43 years old. He didn't look like it either, aside from the gray hair. His head was jet back. It made me wonder if he dyed it.
"This one," he said pointing to another one, "Was with my brother at 16."
The two looked almost identical. I wondered if twins ran in the family, "What's the age difference?" I asked.
"Two years. I was the oldest. My brother always had a wicked sense of humor. He loved dark jokes."
"I do like a good dark joke," I looked through more of the pictures, "Wow, you've had an illustrious career as a martial artist. It's so cool."
Eric smiled, "Thank you, Jason. Would you like to learn?"
My eyes widened, "I would love to, but Davis told me you had no openings at the moment."
"Well, that's true. But I think I can make an acception for you."
Glee filled me, "Really? Thank you so much, Eric! I really appreciate it!"
"No problem. Plus, I'm sure the boys would love to have you around more often."
"Wait, but how much is this going to cost me?"
"Well, it's $250 a month."
I gulped.
Eric looked me up and down, "However, I think we can figure something out. A discount of sort."
I became nervous, "Like what?"
Eric placed his hand on my shoulder, "Oh I'm sure you can do something for me," he pushed me down to knees.
I was face to face with the bulge pressing against his tight sweats. It was clear I had to earn my way into his class. I had to give it my all.
I planted my hands on his thighs and moved them up and down while I rubbed my face against his bulge. It grew in size. I took a whiff of his bulge taking in the sweat and manly musk. My hands moved up his large thighs, then his hips and finally his waist where my fingers dug under the waistband. I peeled his sweats and left them just above his knees. Eric whore 2(x)ist briefs, which were primarily black but the trim was red. A brand I was unfamiliar with. His erection pressed up against the underwear and the tip of it was popping out from the waistband. I ran my tongue from his balls up his shaft, tracing it. When I reached the tip, which had been sticking out from the waistband, I licked it. My hands dug under the waistband of the underwear and pulled them down, leaving them mid thigh. His cock sprung towards me. The thing was gigantic. It was long, thick and uncut. It was probably around 9 inches, if not more, in length. The girth rivaled a water bottle. It made me wonder if I would be able to hand it.
I was able to wrap both of my hands around the shaft and still had plenty of room for my mouth. I brought my mouth to the tip and pulled back the foreskin to reveal the purplish colored tip. A bead of precum hung out of the urethra. I licked it then wrapped my lips around the tip of his cock. Slowly, I moved my head back and forth while my hands stroked the large cock.