Chapter 315: Days of Feasts

Avery texted me to ask what I was doing for dinner tonight.

When I called her back, she said, “So are you going to have a monster-sized thirty-ounce steak or show them their sushi-eating contest isn’t a challenge?”

“Can I do both,” I asked back.

After she asked someone, Avery came back to say, “Sushi and Steak it is then. We will meet you at their Asian-themed resort building. The restaurant straight back from the front doors. You can’t miss it.”

“I need to go change first. I’m only wearing biking shorts and a tank top,” I explained. “My mom would give me an ear full if I showed up at any restaurant dressed as I am right now.”

She told me she was starving, so I was going to the Asian clothing store and let the ladies there dress me. It seems they didn’t speak a lot of English or appeared not to anyway.

Time to test if they are genuine or pretending for the tourists.

When I walked in, I found four women and one older man working in the boutique. Two of the women were first-generation Japanese-Chinese-American. By their noticeably American accents, one woman was of Korean-Chinese origin, the other Taiwanese. The man hadn’t said a word, but the facial features and how he carried himself allowed me to guess that he immigrated to the U.S. from China at least a decade or more ago.

To the two American born and raised women, I said something in a shared dialect of Chinese that didn’t translate directly into English. The older Chinese man couldn’t stop himself from laughing when the two American born women knew I spoke something in Chinese, but had no idea what I said.

“He said you disrespect your grandmothers. You failed to learn the basic commoner’s tongue. To further keep from disrespecting your heritage, it is better to speak English. Your pronunciations say something other than what you believe you are saying,” he told them.

That isn’t what I said at all, but I like his version much better.

To him, I said, “Xièxiè.”

The two women both had blank stares.

I explained, in Japanese and Chinese, that I was meeting a young lady and some friends for dinner tonight in the Japanese restaurant next door. What I was wearing would anger my mom for showing up dressed as I was now, so I needed something more appropriate. There was no cap on my clothing budget.

I’m not telling them that Elena and her dad are writing off the cost of the clothes and associated commissions.

As they took measurements, I noticed the man didn’t stop the women from each taking measurements of my inseam, multiple times, to be thorough. The store as well-stocked with a wide selection of Asian clothing for women, but not a lot for men. They tried multiple outfits from various countries. In the end, they modified a Hakama and Haori to fit me. Tabi was the correct shoes for this outfit, but they found me a pair of sandals that were acceptable as well.

Both of the two American borne women gave me nasty looks the whole time I was in the store.

After I settled up the bill, I went to each one to say, “I am a natural linguist. I speak many languages. It is hard to learn the language of your grandparents and great grandparents when they don’t speak it exclusively. You both have beautiful Asian features. Speak English when talking with customers instead of trying to speak the little bit you of Chinese you learned. I won’t even tell you the nasty things you were saying with your mispronunciations. If I weren’t only seventeen, I would see if you wanted to find out if I am any good in bed.”

I smelled their juices the entire time the others were helping me find clothes. Using the place in my head, I made each girl cum hard while I spoke to them as holding their hands.

Hoping I didn’t make the others wait too long, I hurried into the Japanese restaurant.

“Sorry I took so long. It is hard to find Asian clothes that fit me,” I apologized.

Avery said, “We just got here a few minutes ago. The steakhouse is in the cowboy-themed resort building next to where you have your suite. So you want to start with steak or sushi? We already let them know that we had someone coming who wanted to do the sushi challenge and steak challenge, we didn’t tell them it was the same person.”

“Is your entire party here now Miss,” a waiter asked with a distinctive Japanese accent.

Once Avery confirmed we were all present, he asked who was doing the steak and who was doing the sushi challenges. He clarified that he heard correctly before providing me with two, three-page waivers saying that I would not hold the restaurant or their owners responsible.

“If you don’t mind, part of the challenge is that you agree to our taking video of you acknowledging the rules and while taking the challenge, or in this case challenges,” the manager explained. “Can you please state for the record your name, the challenges you are undertaking, and the rules as explained to you?”

“My name is David Jones. Tonight I will be taking both the six-pound steak and six-pound Godzilla roll challenge. Each challenge has a two-hour time limit. I will be doing both challenges simultaneously in a total of two hours,” I explained to the camera the manager had set up on a tripod.

I suspected they were cheating a bit when they brought me a family-sized house salad, family-sized ginger salad, and an equally large Miso soup. One of the waiters already had a look of victory in his face. The manager noticed what the staff pulled, but didn’t comment.

Elena can deal with their staff trying to “fix” these contests in the resort’s favor.

The others had ordered one of each of the appetizers to try. I waited for my challenge food since the salads and soup couldn’t count per the contest rules. To count, they must arrive with the main courses. I kept watching the staff watching me eat.

It doesn’t matter anyway. My body is working to backfill the energy I spend fucking today. I doubt that I will have anything left to digest when my steak and sushi arrive. Which will be ready first, the sushi or the steak?

I didn’t get to find out since they brought out all our food together. My six pounds of steak turned out to be four separate steaks versus one large one. After pouring out a small bowl of soy sauce and adding a touch of wasabi to parts of the roll, they started the clock. The roll was a large diameter with a big mix of fish on it, but the entire platter didn’t look bigger than two large sushi boats at most restaurants. I alternated between eating bites of steak and slice of the enormous sushi roll. Looking at the clock showed that I hadn’t even hit an hour, and I was halfway through my steak and finished the sushi roll.

“How long until I get the other half of the sushi challenge? That isn’t all of it, is it?” I asked, knowing I had eaten the six-pound sushi roll without any trouble.

The manager looked very surprised when he said, “Sir, that was the six-pound sushi roll for the challenge.”

After finishing a bite of my steak, I asked, “Can I have another, please? I eat more sushi than that for a light lunch.”

I had the steak finished, and only felt a slight tinge of getting full, briefly, when the next six-pound roll arrived. The sushi chefs didn’t have time to prepare a third before the two hours were up. I beat the steak and sushi challenge in one-hour, fifteen minutes. I finished the second six-pound roll twenty-two minutes later, chewing slowly.

“Will there be anything else this evening,” the waiter asked.

The others ordered dessert. I ordered three large sushi boats with another huge ginger salad while I waited. With nowhere to go and nothing to do, everyone kicked back to watch me demolish their sushi bar’s entire supply of fresh, raw fish, plus imitation crab. Elena had them stock their supplies for me. The restaurant underestimated the amount of sushi I can eat in one sitting.

“David San,” a master Itamae, based on his uniform, said from behind me. “He who many believe exists only in stories told to Itamae in training. It is my honor to meet you. It is my pleasure to inform you that your meal here this evening is far from depleting our inventory should you wish to continue enjoying our sushi this evening.”

Did the manager just get hit with one of those whole raw fish they have on hand for making sushi?

When the bill came, I checked it over for accuracy as part of my evaluation of the resort staff. I saw they hadn’t charged me for the large boats of sushi I ordered. When I told the manager, he said that after finishing the sushi challenge twice, as well as the steak challenge, that I could keep eating the six-pound roll challenge, so it was virtually the same.

Four guys, Avery, and another girl asked if they could come crash in my suite, or more specifically in my bed.

“David, you did so much for all of us that we want to give back the pleasures we took from you over the years when you were ignoring everyone,” one of the guys told me. “Will I suck your dick tonight, probably. I expect to lick your cum out of the girls if someone doesn’t beat me to it. I’m not gay and don’t want to have you suck my dick, ass fuck you, or have you ass fuck me. I’ve always liked sucking your dick for some reason. I’ve sucked other guys too. I found that your dick is the only one I want to suck, but I can’t explain it. I do know that if I sucked you off before a girl screwed herself with your dick and that I had a lot of sloppy seconds.”

They got me up in my suite and naked on the bed.

As Avery laid on top of me, as someone sucked my dick, she said, “We are going to blindfold you, David. You’re well fed, already used the bathroom, and now you are going to lay here and let us suck and fuck your dick until we need to stop to let it rest. The girls you have invited here to the resort all want a ride on it, all the boys want to suck it, and the girls who wanted to fuck you in middle school are going to enjoy what they missed. Don’t hold back. Let your load fly. We arranged this for your pleasure, not ours. My sisters even promised to wait for you to screw them when you feel like it. They won’t be joining this party.”

Ok then. I can do that. I don’t have to tell anyone that I’m having the place in my head make my dick three times as sensitive.

In less than a minute later, someone was getting the first load from me tonight. Two girls weren’t here to fuck me to get me off. Instead, they were using their pussies to get me hard so that someone could suck me off. An hour hadn’t passed when I knew all of the guys had sucked a load out of me.

Avery was slowly riding my dick when someone moved over my legs. I told Avery to get herself off. She deserved it, even if the guys had been fucking the girl who wasn’t using her pussy to get me hard. Once Avery slid off, after three big cums, the girl over my legs moved forward to slide my dick through her hairy gash before getting me in position for the main event. She didn’t have much of her cherry left, but she had enough that she winced in pain as the girl pushed my dick against what she had. The pain subsided quickly.

One of the guys put the blindfold back on me because Avery needed some alone time in one of the other bathrooms. Up until now, she had been blocking me from seeing who was doing what to me. I offered to eat her cream pie, but she couldn’t wait to take care of her urgent business. Another girl waiting for her turn didn’t mind taking Avery’s place on my face.

Except for when I had to take a piss, I was fucked, sucked, and jacked off. Besides many servings of hair pie, they fed me fruit, rolled up meats, cheeses, and goldfish crackers. I got a big laugh when I asked who couldn’t get out of having to bring toddlers along. I knew none of them would confirm if any of the toddlers were mine.

Are all my kids going to have some form of psychic link to me or signal the place in my head locates?

From a quick check for toddlers in my suite, I found there were more than I expected. The resort had three of their nursery staff watching the kids in one of the rooms in my suite. I hadn’t gone into that room because I would have noticed it set up for that exact purpose. It was a pleasant surprise to find that the resorts planned to have an area dedicated to little kids so the other family members could enjoy their stay that much more.

The big surprise was finding that not all the children in that room were toddlers or younger. The place in my head showed me that I also saw four and five-year-old kids in the room. What surprised me was that they had siblings eleven to eighteen months younger than them. In particular, I found a five-year-old, four-year-old, almost three-year-old, and eighteen-month-old that were siblings. All four were mine. Doing the math in my head worked out to about when I went from shooting clear precum to having sperm. Somehow she conceived the youngest while I was in a coma. That was interesting because Kelly had noted that once they found I was getting off whenever they removed my catheter, they collected my semen. My sperm were all noted as being dead, due to the place in my head killing them off.

Later I found myself alone with a girl riding me that laid down on my chest to start kissing me.

“I don’t know what it is about you, David, but all of our children know when you are near. I can tell. They always behave like little angels. You always noticed our three older children when I brought them to be close to you. I was cautious when I brought them to the hospital while you were in a coma. No one noticed you do it, but I saw you move your arms to hold them briefly. I was very ill during the two months before your accident, so I missed getting pregnant again and had to wait until I could sneak into your room between when they took out your catheter and Kelly there to get your semen sample. I must have a bond to you on some level I can’t understand. You never had any live sperm in your samples until right before you were released, but you had plenty to get me pregnant with our fourth. I managed to slip you inside me three different times after you were out of the hospital,” the girl told me as she expertly milked a big load, full of swimmers, into her fertile pussy. “Do you know you that almost half the girls who your sperm impregnated tend to have fraternal twins, a boy, and a girl? We have triplets, two girls and a boy. According to my pediatrician, all three are one-hundred percent identical if you don’t count one having a Y-chromosome. Even if my parents and grandparents, for that matter, would let my the triplets be away from them for a day, they are still too small to travel. I had them six weeks early. Since we hadn’t failed to get me pregnant every time we have sex, well except when I was already pregnant, I know our next one will be on the way nine months from now.”