Chapter 8: The Fishing Lure Revealed

[Regardless of how shy I was the allure of “Girls” was so commanding]

Siza!! Come on. Stop teasing me. Please? I don’t have to do that.

“I’m not teasing you. You’re living in Hawaii now. Things are different.”

She had put her hands on both sides of my stomach and squeezed like she meant it. She was doing things to me no girl had ever done before and I was scared yet oddly taken with her, entirely. Wally said she was a lesbian but she sure was interested in me. She was cute, simply so. The entirety of my religious background was coming down on me like bricks and the only thing coming up was my penis.

“We DO have to make sure your thing works.” “Works? What do you mean? Oh, I don’t know.” “There’s no point in proceeding if you’re a dud.” “I’m not a dud!” “Yeah, well prove it.” “NO! ... no? Oh no-o-o-o-o. Your brothers said. NO! And what do you mean, ‘dud’?”

The rush of schooled resistance clawed at me morally telling me not to sin, rules I hated altogether but was brain washed so thoroughly. I fought it but in this regard, Siza wanting to see my penis, it was over the top although she was so quick to detail her rationale as if she was completely right minded. “You have a penis for real. Let’s see it! I’m going to give it my stamp of approval. They’re not all the same you know.”

I didn’t care if the culture in Hawaii supposedly demanded it although I wanted more than anything to be accepted as a local.

I hated the religious restraints. I was me. I was also scared stiff. Not stiff the way she probably wanted but there were twinges. But she seemed so worldly and knowledgable for someone her age. Would it really harm to simply show her? No, that was stupid. But she demanded it. My mind swirled with her presence, with a crazy demand. And I doubted myself of course.

I took a deep breath. I decided it was time to call her bluff. Enough time had passed staring at her insistence and she wasn’t going to give up.

She didn’t really know me that well and she had been teasing me, steering me from one embarrassment to the next with no mercy. I really liked her but she was always in charge. She made me feel like a real sucker.

“So you promise to just look at it then?” No answer, just the same glare.

So, without hesitation, staring directly at her and not blinking I waited long moments for her to change her composure. Nothing. I fought with myself in silence as we stared at each other and she gripped my pants, pulling. “Oh shit,” I whispered.

I kept remembering the size of her brothers. If it wasn’t for the religious background I fought internally, her big brothers alone would disallow me to do what she was demanding. She held on to me, stood her ground. There was no change in her determination when I suddenly pulled back and dropped my pants, jerked my T-shirt way up and showed her all in the broad daylight. “THERE! SEE? SATISFIED?” I was condemned.

I had to be nuts to do that. I barely knew this person. I never in my life would ever have thought to do that before. There was no way with all my training as a kid, no way I should have allowed myself this.

Without so much as a hesitation she calmly stared at my penis and then looked me in the eye and said, “Okay fine, now prove it.” My conjured courage was challenged COMPLETELY, “WHAT? What do you mean prove it? CAN’T YOU SEE MY PENIS?” I stared down at it and even pointing at it touched it with my finger.

“It doesn’t prove anything like that haole. You can’t just let it hang around and expect to prove you can do anything useful with it.” “WHAT?” “It’s l-i-m-p virgin! That’s not how it works. Show me the beef. First of all that thing has to have real body. Here. Lem’me have it.”

“HEY!” I jumped back. Luckily there were no customers on the lot at the moment. I was so frustrated. “Jesus Siza!”

She and I were out in the open behind my shed. I jerked my T-shirt down in front, pants back up with a spasm response but she grabbed my penis. “NO - NO-O-O-O-!” “Too late,” she said. “You’re outed now virgin with your pants down and I GOT YOU. H-o-o-o-old still. Listen to me. H-O-L-D STILL.”

I froze in place. “Oh please don’t...” “HEY, you ought to go like this more often to get your glaring skin toasted some more.” Then, reaching forward, softening, she put her other hand on my chest. She softened more and calmed my nerves. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Looking up into my eyes she smiled. “Listen, you got a really nice body bro.”

Nobody, ever, had commented on my physique like that before.

“Here, take this T-shirt off for me. You and I just might go do some nude beach time soon so I can show you off. There’s some beaches on the north shore I like. Yeah, take the shirt off, be comfortable. Here, we’ll test that thing of yours to certify you with my stamp of approval. Come on! You wanna be one of us don’t you? You can’t get brown holding your shirt down. Stand still. There now. hold it ... holding on to your penis, hee hee.” She reached forward and took hold of my stuff gently, squeezing.

“See? NOT so bad. No need to be so nervous. I won’t hurt you.”

Siza was again in charge because she was massaging the most sensitive thing anybody ever had done to me, period. I didn’t move but kept looking down and then around to see if we were exposed. She got behind me, warm hands and lifted my T-shirt. I just complied but I certainly don’t know why. I should have been freaked worried about getting caught by customers, anybody, yet there was something new, titillating about what she was doing and curiosity was driving me to remain calm. GAWD, it felt so good to have her hands on me.

“Oh, quit worrying. It’s not unusual to see people run around naked on the islands. This is paradise you know, Garden of Eden, real warm out, clothing optional.”

So there we were, Siza and I standing at the car lot, me naked as it gets and not getting excited about it except she said, “Okay now think about something to make your thing into the fishing lure I was talking about.” “Lure?” “Yeah, big stiff flasher like a spinner bait in the waves.” “I don’t know.” “Yes you do. Your thing does that just natural. It’s what it’s made for. You sure are a virgin! Don’t tell you’ve never had a hard-on.”

I couldn’t believe she was so comfortable with the whole thing as she smoothed her warm hands up my back to push up my T-shirt. I was sure she was fighting holding back laughter. What a sucker I was for this cute girl, me totally naked at the car lot with her hands all over me. I was supposed to be working.

“You know. Here, lem’me play with it a little bit while I feel you. Ooooh Virgin! HAH!”

Already with her reach around feeling my penis she noted the fact I was no dud, so soon. I couldn’t believe I was going along with this craziness but a girl feeling me, first ever, made me feel all fuzzy and weird. And then my “lure” was ready to go fishing, a ready beacon in the bright light; it was a sun dial with legs. I didn’t want her to stop holding it. Crazy embarrassed and naked this felt perfectly just great.

“Oh, yeah. THERE. See? U-huh. How cool. Makes me wish maybe I had one of those darn things to play with. And, you know it’s rather a BIG one. MMMM- hmmm. Actually getting, OH, r-e-a-l-l-y big. YOU ARE a WELL endowed haole virgin. You’re making me think twice about wanting to go skinny dipping with you sooner, like right now. We could after a little while.

HAH, Look at that th-A-ng. Geez.”

Then we stood there now just opposite one another and I was pointing straight at her with my lure which seemed rather impulsive, kind of rude. A breeze came up and I was totally naked aware of my condition and situation as a lot boy with no clothes on outdoors just recently hired with a girl hanging up to my erection.

She’d told me she was going to make me go skinny dipping because I didn’t have swimming trunks so in future I wore them like underwear in case she made me go to the beach. And she did. That was fun albeit with her teasing about my too white skin. And now she had a grip on my penis. Our relationship was changing, swelling all of a sudden.

She held tight and made like she was going to snap it with a finger flick. I jumped as she laughed. “Shhhhh Siza. You’ll attract attention.” “Be brave haole virgin with a big one. I’m going to make sure you try it out and end your virginity before you become an old man. You gotta get one of those college girls to volunteer to take your virginity away before it’s too late. We have an apartment over at the market you can use and I’ll give you some pointers, other than your big whang pointer that is, ha ha. You have to understand how much better your life will be once you get laid. You are way too shy.”

She massaged me stiffer as she explained the birds and bees to me because I said nobody had ever done that for me in the past. She seemed to be enjoying herself admiring her work. I was totally in her control and she was massaging everything, my balls et al. And then horribly I was caught up by that welling surge, the one I’d hardly experienced before and I ejaculated on her arms. “OH NO! Oh shit Siza. I didn’t mean to.” She laughed. Real loud she said, “You sploodged on me haole!” But she kept doing me faster.

I just sat back on the work bench totally spent. My legs were weak and she was laughing loud. I got so worried we’d be seen but then she left me there in the sunshine and went back to the market throwing a kiss back at me as she hummed her way across the street but stopping by the hose on the way and washing off. She was so relaxed after that.

I just stood there tingling all over. I was in a state of suspension apparently wishing she would come back and do me some more.