The Measure of Man

1 THE MEASURE OF MAN An Epic by Gil Gamesh As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things; day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice. Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water, cherish the little child that holds your hand, and make your wife happy in your embrace; for this too is the measure of man. Chapter Eleven CAST OF CHARACTERS: Kieran Stuart, 34; Siobhan Stuart, 33 in story, 16 in flashback; Kavan Stuart, 7; Arial Stuart, 6; Kerry Stuart, 2 Grandpa Stuart, 64; Grandma Stuart, 62 Nicholas Stamapoulas, 15 in flashback; Sebastian Stamapoulas, 17 in flashback TELLING THE STORY: Kieran Stuart, Siobhan Stuart (KIERAN) Siobhan and I went to bed as soon as the kids were settled for the night. Kerry had skipped his mid-day nap and he zonked out while I was reading to him. Kavan and Arial weren’t quite ready for bed and I told them to do whatever they wanted to as long as they did it quietly. Siobhan and I were close together in bed. She was propped up on pillows with the blanket and quilt pulled up to her waist. I was lying against her with the side of my face between her breasts. Even with her flannel nightgown between us, I loved to feel the softness and warmth of her. We were doing my second-best most favorite thing in bed with each other – talking quietly and being close to each other. “Did you enjoy the weekend with my parents?” I asked. 1 2 “I always do, Kieran,” Siobhan answered. “They’re wonderful people. I do wish they wouldn’t spoil our three kids so much, though. They let them get away with everything.” “Aw, come on, Siobhan, that’s the way grandparents are supposed to be, isn’t it? We have all the responsibilities of raising them. All they have to do is love them and enjoy them.” “I suppose so. I know they love Kavan and Arial but Kerry’s got your mother wrapped around his little finger. Did you see the look on her face when he was in her lap and he put his little face between her breasts and sort of sniffed a couple of times and then closed his eyes and hugged up against her?” “What’s wrong with that? He loves your breasts too. I’ve seen you lots of times holding him against your breasts and then sitting there quiet and dreamy-eyed. Matter of fact, I like it when you hold me like that.” “I like it too, Kieran, but I wonder what your mother would think if she saw me holding Kerry like that when I don’t have any clothes on. He loves to put his hand on my breast and play with my nipple when we’re quiet like that. Sometimes he still likes to suck on it a little. She’d probably think that’s something horrible.” “I like to do the same thing with you. There’s nothing horrible about it. Can I do it now?” “If you want to.” I leaned away from her and managed to unbutton, rather awkwardly, enough of her nightgown to expose her breasts. I played Kerry and put my face between then, sniffed a couple of times, and then closed my eyes and hugged up against her. She put her hand on my cheek and let her fingers slide softly up and down. “Did I ever tell you I love you?” I asked. “I think so. You can tell me again.” “I do love you, Siobhan. When you hold me against you like this and I know you want me to be here, my heart feels like it’s overflowing. That’s love, isn’t it?” “I suppose so. It is nice, isn’t it?” “Uh, huh.” 2 3 “What were you and your father laughing about when you came back from your walk?” “What? I don’t remember.” “You know, when you and Grandpa and the boys came back from your walk along the creek, when you came upstairs into the kitchen. Your Mother and Arial and I were fixing dinner.” “Oh, that. It’s nothing. It’s a guy thing.” “You can’t tell me?” “Uh, uh.” “Well, I guess I’ll just have to turn over and go to sleep. Are you finished?” “Wait! What do I get if I tell you?” “I don’t know. What do you want?” “You know what I want.” “Well, you might get that.” “It was just something Dad always did with me and Alan when he took us fishing.” “Tell me and I’ll open my nightgown again. “Alan and I always loved to go fishing with Dad. It’s probably because he didn’t act like a father and didn’t treat us like kids. It was just like we were all three equals, kidding each other, cussing, swimming when the water was warm enough, most of the time skinny dipping, getting into water fights, and stuff like that. Sometimes Dad would get us to stand in front of him in the water. He’d duck his head under water, feel down our legs, and come up with his hands under our feet. We’d go flying and come down in a cannon-ball splash. Sometimes, he’d help us climb up on his shoulders and we’d dive off.” “But you didn’t go swimming with Kavan and Kerry at the creek, did you?” “No, but we did something Alan and I used to do with Dad. Even Kerry did it. It’s just a little ritual we went through every time we went fishing with Dad. We usually drove about a half hour or so from home 3 4 to the spot where Dad liked to fish. Once we got there, we’d park and walk down to the rocks on the riverbank. We’d line up with Dad in the middle and Alan on one side, me on the other. Dad would always say the same thing: ‘I’ve got to PEE,’ with an emphasis on the last word. We’d all unzip, pull out our dicks, and let fly. Some times we’d try to see who could piss the farthest. Then when we finished and were zipping our pants, Dad would always say something about how great it was to be a man and to take a good hot piss on such a fine day.” “That’s why you didn’t want to take Arial, isn’t it?” “I guess so. When Dad suggested we go for a walk, he leaned over and whispered ‘I’ve got to pee,’ in my ear. I guess he was remembering the way it was when he took us fishing. Maybe he wanted me to remember it so I’d do it with Kavan and Kerry.” “Why? Was it some sort of father-son thing? Do guys do stuff like that when they go fishing?” “I don’t know about other guys. When we were going down the hill, Dad asked me if I remembered the time I’d tried to show him and Alan up when we did it.” “What did you do?” “On one trip, I decided I’d show off when we went through the ritual. I was about fourteen then and always doing something dumb. I drank a quart of water before we left. On the trip, I started getting those urges that say GO PEE and I was determined I was going to hold it until we stopped. I was squirming enough to cause Alan to notice but, when he asked what was wrong, I just smiled and replied nothing. When we got lined up and Dad said the magic words, I whipped out my dick and let fly. Dad and Alan started too and then finished about the same time. I kept pissing and they both turned to look at me. I started whistling and kept pissing. It seemed like another minute before I finished. When I did, I calmly milked my dick down and shook it to get the last drops off.” “That’s it?” “Not quite. You’ve got to say the right words. I looked at the two of them and said in a loud voice, ‘It’s great to be a man and take a good hot piss on a beautiful spring day like this.’” “What did your father have to say about your performance?” 4 5 “He just smiled, ruffled my hair, and called me a little squirt. I couldn’t resist piping up again. I said ‘No, me no little squirt! Dad biggest squirt. Alan next biggest squirt, me big squirt too!’ When we got ready to leave, Dad called both of us to him. He wrapped one arm around me and one around Alan, pulled both of us close to him, and kissed us on our cheeks. I could tell he was choked up when he said ‘I’ll remember this day as long as I live. I’ve never tried to hide how much I love your mother, but sometimes I may not remember to show how much I love my boys. Don’t you ever forget that I do.’” “So that’s what you and your father did with Kavan and Kerry when you went for a walk?” “Yeah, you remember when I told you about Allison and what we did in the Indian cave?” “Yes, little tomboy Allison.” “Well, we walked up the creek to that area where the rock outcropping is, where the cave is.

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