Date: Fri, 6 Feb 2009 12:02:24 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Best Friends", Part 1

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This is a sweet story of love, product of my
imagination where egoisms and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex
contacts between minors and no adult is involved; therefore all warnings
apply.

English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "al.peres@hotmail.com"


				BEST FRIENDS - Part 1
				=====================

Chapter 1.- The beginning
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Michael was an excellent and practical man, he had learnt from his father
as the only child. He inherited a large farm located near a poor village,
but not far from a large Spanish city, so the products sold well. A great
part of the farm was sided by the right of a large riverbank not very far
from its delta. He was an open man and had many friends, but only a few
very close, exactly two; one was the village's priest and the other one, a
primary school teacher, their respective names were Emanuel and Frank. He
rejected any political participation though he felt himself as a democrat;
however in those times he kept for himself his political ideas, he always
used to say: "never go against the wind." When the Spanish Civil War was
over, he made excellent businesses with the new authorities as he did
before with the Republicans; part of the money went to a bank abroad, as he
said: "just in case."

Frank was his best friend from their childhood, and the other one, the
priest, due to some circumstances that will be explained father on. Those
men always proved honest and fair.  Michael used to say: "good friends are
a rare plant." He was not religious at all, and had his own reasons to not
believe in any religion; he would believe in a God that looked after the
poor and not otherwise as he saw everyday; however that was not an
objection to enjoy with his friend, to whom he always referred as "priest",
never as father as everybody did.

Frank was a different matter, they were close friends as far as they could
remember, however he referred how they came to be so close. When they were
eleven, attended to a theatre representation; in a scene a young couple of
teenagers made a cut on their wrists, then made a cross with both wrists
together saying: "Our blood is together, we are now more than brothers, I
swear I'll love you forever." That had an impact on the young minds, so a
few days later they repeated the ceremony in the barn, becoming blood
bonded, promising loyalty and brotherhood for the rest of their lives. That
could have been a serious problem because after the swearing words the
blood continued emerging from the cuts, so they run to the farm house and
Michael's mother had to call the doctor to stop the bleeding. They did not
disclose why they had identical wounds, so after been cured, his mother
spanked hard both of them. Nevertheless, these facts made then even
closer. They did all kind of childish pranks together, including
sexual. Their first fuck took place in the barn when they were twelve with
two girls of thirteen that were working in the farm. However, the boys
masturbated and sucked each other countless of times until they were well
into puberty.

Michael married soon, when he was round 24 y/o; however, Frank was a
handsome man, tall, always with a smile ready to enchant girls. He promised
his friend he would get married; however was not hurry, expecting to find
his half some day. He was happier living unmarried, so could share many
women beds, single, married and widows; in summary, he was a Don Juan until
he found a little weak beautiful girl, also a primary school teacher, of 27
y/o when he was over 50 y/o. Finally, he settled down as a good husband;
certainly, he has fallen in love with his wife.

Spanish civil war was the bloodiest could be imagined; brother against
brother where hate played a high roll and killed more people than in the
trenches. Firstly, anyone labelled to be religious or with sympathy to the
Church, was considered as a traitor to the Republic and so being shot to
death. As the rebels were gaining and when the war was over, the new
establishment took its revenge and did the same, but for a longer time,
shooting all what seemed as what they called "Reds" (communist, socialist,
etc.) or had had sympathy with the Republic. Michael could remain neutral,
at to such a point that he was never disturbed. However in fact he was not
so neutral when a life was in danger, and that was what happened with his
priest friend.

One night Frank was talking with a socialist friend and learnt the priest
was going to be murdered; as soon as they separated he informed the priest
he was being searched. The priest did not doubt a moment, took the church's
sacred things and flew away; he recalled in the farm, pleading Michael to
hide him because some communist militias wanted him, probably to
murder. Michael hided him in a cellar in the barn, normally used to smuggle
farm products out of current government's control. That cellar has a floor
entrance as many houses have for the basement. The cellar was connected to
the near riverbank by a long subterranean corridor as a long cave. They
agreed a noise password that changed every two weeks. The priest remained
there during near three years, until the new regimen was surely
established. This action brought Michael the sympathy of the new
authorities that sought his word as a recommendation in the case of some
villagers, and especially his friend Frank, being charged as having
sympathy with the old regime.

In spite of all above, he was happy; he had married and had three female
children. He longed for a boy but their common sense told to stop
searching, because a friend of his had six girls and still was looking for
a boy. His priest friend said to him::

	"Michael, this is God's wish and you must accept it", He answered
him:

	"I wander what is your God's, but in this case he has nothing to do
with it, it is my prick that does not make his job properly. This is
something the same as my farm when we produce the erroneous product."

It was early 1949, Michael's daughters were: Lucia 26, Rosemary 24 and
Angela 22. The two elder ones had baby girls of near 2 y/o and Angela a
baby girl of 1 y/o. Michael had built three houses in the farm, one for
each child, so they could get married when they got their men, however, he
used to say:

	"I don't mind if your future husbands are poor, but they must be
honest and not lazy."  The two elder ones married two brothers, Manuel and
Louis; that used to work in the farm since they were very young: In fact
they grew together with their future wives; probably having their sex
contacts very early. He knew them well and was glad they were in love. The
third one was Tomas, an electric engineer that had his own company with
another partner. He had a secret past, apparently known only by Michael and
his wife, Frank and himself. Even his wife, Angela, ignored it.

Michael, at the time, was 55 and his wife 48, now with the symptoms of her
fertile life's end. He deeply loved her wife, so in the intimacy of their
bed they longed for the boy that they did not get.

	"Maria, my surname will disappear with our girls grandchildren."

	"I'm sorry Michael, I could not give you a boy."

	"It is not your fault darling; it is my balls that could not
produce the right semen. At least, from now on, we can enjoy our lovemaking
without caring about the conception."

	"Yes, I think that definitely my fertile life is over, it is now
two months that the menstruation does not appear." Michael looked at her
and kissed his wife.

	"Don't worry my lovely wife. Now I love you more than ever. We have
been very lucky, we had three wonderful and beautiful children and now we
have another three grandchildren"

	"Yes, but all girls, it seems there is a curse on our family,
always girls."

Those were bad starving times, where the authorities resold all products
producing enormous revenues, so Michael meanwhile smuggled a great part of
his production that exported as contraband to Europe thru the cellar and
the river; mostly shipped during the night. Other part was sold at a fair
cost to the villagers, most of it wheat, potatoes, etc. that rarely were
paid to him. Some of his friends used to say he was mad by not taking the
opportunity of getting rich

The couple used to get all the family reunited every Sunday for lunch; they
loved being surrounded by their children and grandchildren. Michael never
was upset with them, so his daughters and sons in law loved them
deeply. One Sunday on February, they were chatting at the end of the meal,
the little girls jumping on top of Michael's lap; then his elder daughter
said:

	"Mom, dad, Angela, we have a great news for you."

	"What is it my daughter?" Her mom asked.

	"Rosemary and I are pregnant, we expect our babies for mid
November."

	"That's great!!", her dad said. "Manuel, please go to the cellar
and bring one bottle of the best wine, and you, Lucia, bring some of that
special cheese, I suppose you don't hate it now, don't you?. Both sisters
at unison said:

	"No dad, we love it now."

	"That's the best signal about your pregnancy." All laughed their
dad's occurrence. They toasted for the new babies, and then their mom said:

	"I'll clear the dishes; you stay with dad and the children." She
took the empty bottle and the dishes, some still with cheese's rests. She,
without realising what she was doing, took one piece of cheese and started
munching it, then took a second one into her mouth. In that moment she
looked to herself: "Oh my God, I did not like cheese, except when I'm
pregnant!!!."  Then she thought, "Probably is my body new situation;
however she was not full up to herself; she did not tell her husband
anything, but the following morning she was experimenting nauseas. She
thought for herself: "It is not possible! I'm too old to be pregnant, I
have three grandchildren and two on the way, I cannot be a mother of near
50 y/o, however, it would not be the first woman getting a child at my
age. We would not have enough life to educate her." She continued thinking:
"But if it is not her, but him? What a wonderful thing!!. I'm not a girl. I
must decide what to do." She continued speculating the whole day as she was
having vomits and liking cheese, she then decided for herself: "I'll give
Michael an excuse and I'll go to see our doctor in the city." In the
evening, she told her husband:

	"Michael, tomorrow I'll go to the city to buy some things for the
girls, they are so happy with the expectation of the new babies."

	"You do whatever you want, I cannot go with you; we have many
things to do now in the farm, unless you want me to go with you."

	"Oh no, it is not necessary, I'll get an early train and I'll be
here round midday."

	"Ok, please Maria, buy me some good tobacco, I cannot find it here
in the village."

	"OK." She got ready in the 9:30 train; she did not tell anything to
her daughters. She left the rail station, it was 10:30, and was sick again
and with vomits, so she entered in a cafeteria and asked for the
toilets. As soon she entered started vomiting again. A young lady waitress
approached her:

	"Madame, are you alright? Can I help you?"

	"Oh no, thanks. It is an old woman problem." The girl smiled and
left her. She recovered and asked the girl for a coffee and some cheese
sandwiches. She thought: "Oh my God, I hated cheese and now I want it more
than ever." After half an hour, she paid the bill and left. She got up to
an old building, took the lift and stopped in the fourth floor. She rang
the bell and a white dressed nurse welcomed her.

	"Good mornings, Mrs. Mora; please come in. Are you coming for the
your daughters' results? She quickly thought that she did not want to tell
her anything in advance, so she answered:

	"Yes, but since I'm here, I would like to see the doctor, I'm
having some problems lately, you will soon know about them." The lady
grinned in complicity:

	"I am already with those problems, Mrs. Mora. I will tell the
doctor whether he can receive you. The next appointment has delayed in 15
minutes. Please wait a minute." She knocked the door and entered into the
doctor's office. Immediately a man of about her age came out:

	"Come in Mrs Mora, glad to see you again. How are the girls getting
on?

	"Very well doctor, and very happy." Now the problem is mine.

	"I told you that would be soon over. It is normal."

	"I don't think so, I have morning sicknesses and what is more
suspicious, I love cheese.  Can it be that my body has so a radical change?

	"As per my experience no; it is normal that you like cheese now and
have warmth changes, but no sicknesses, unless you have a different
problem. Please lay on the stretcher, I'll explore you." He started an
exploration touching her tummy. After ten minutes he said: "Please stand up
and place yourself on the scale." After weighting her, he asked:
"Mrs. Mora, when did you have your last menstruation?" The woman blushed as
a young girl.

	"Last December, as it disappeared in November, it had been very
irregular lately."

	"Well, or I'm a silly apprentice or you are pregnant, Maria."

	"Pregnant? Are you sure? At my age."

	"Well, I would say with 99%, however that could be confirmed by an
analysis" He then opened a glass stand and got a little recipient. "Please
enter in that toilet and put some of your urine into it." She did then the
doctor said: "It is normal and you are not the first woman having a baby at
your age; it is a consequence of a good health." She was not now so
surprised, she asked him.

	"When am I expecting that baby, Doctor?"

	"Since we cannot fix a date by your last menstruation, my
experience and by the size of your tummy, I would say that you are now near
three months. If I'm right and everything goes smoothly, your baby will
come on late October or the first week of November."

	"Do you mean that I'm more advanced that my daughters?

	"Not much, but I would say that a couple of weeks"

	"Oh my God, at my age! What the people in the village will say?

	"Gossips, I'm afraid. But you are a strong woman and Michael a
strong and healthy man"

	"My God, another girl"

	"Why another girl? Why not a boy?" That magical word made her so
happy.!

	"Doctor, do you think he has the same opportunities?

	"Of course, we'll never know until he or she comes. Mrs. Mora, be
brave as usual and think that the family will increase with three new
lovely sprouts." She smiled. "I'll give you some small prescription. Should
you have any problem, please, do not hesitate to contact me. Now eat
whatever you want, but you must avoid, if possible, fats. Drink milk, all
you can or eat cheese, it is the same" That made the doctor and woman
laugh. In that moment, the lady outside knocked announcing the missing
appointed lady. The doctor added: "If I do not contact you, I expect you
three within a month time. Have a good day Mrs. Mora; I'll contact Michael
about my bill." She said goodbye and left for the pharmacy.

She did not know how to say it to her husband, when she was pregnant before
it was easy, but now was different. She purchased some baby garments and
tobacco for her man and had a look to baby shop windows. Near midday, she
returned home. She found her husband sat down with Manuel talking about
farm problems while a Zarzuela record music was playing; he was very
fond. In fact he liked all type of music and, before his daughters got
married, he used to arrange Sunday evening dances in the barn with an old
record player, inviting all their friends.

	"Hey Maria, are you back? How was it?" She left a couple of parcels
aside and said.

	"Very well, tonight I'll show you my purchases before giving them
to the girls. Please Manuel, don't tell them anything." She enjoyed
surprises even if they were little ones.

	"Don't worry; I'll keep my mouth shut."

It was near April and still the weather was chilly in the evening, so they
normally went to bed early since got up early in the morning. They got into
the bed and under the covers, the man started fondling his wife and kissing
her.

	I love you Maria, what about if we make a little love?"

	"You know I'm ready anytime my man." When he was on top of her and
very excited she took the opportunity that was waiting for.

	"Michael, please, be careful and don't be so rude, you may hurt
your son or daughter."  In that moment, with the excitement of his orgasm,
he did not realise what she had said, but once they were released, he
opened his mouth and said:

	"Wait a minute! What did you say about hurt?" His wife smiling
said:

	"You are old but not deft".

	"Do you mean."

	"Yes, my man, I meant that, I'm pregnant" He wide opened his large
eyes.

	"How can it be?"

	"How can it be? We have fucked a couple of times a week during the
last months"

	"Oh, please my Maria, don't offend yourself; I'm not meaning that,
I thought your fertility was over, that's my surprise." He then kissed his
wife passionately and tenderly. Are you sure of that?

	"Well, our doctor said that with 99% of possibilities, we would
have a baby round the end of October"

	"Maria, it is a little bit late to be again father, but I feel very
proud about it. What about if we still have a boy? That would be
marvellous, the last shot."

	"Why not?" His wife said.

They kept it secret until the following Sunday's luncheon. When finished
Maria gave to her daughters their presents that they loved and thanked,
then their dad said to his son in law:

	"Please Manuel, go to the cellar and bring another bottle of that
wonderful wine as the last week." Except their mother, all were taken aback
since there was nothing to celebrate; when he returned, Michael opened the
bottle and said: "My dear children, we have good and unexpected news for
you." They looked at each other as he continued. "If everything goes right,
this family will be increased, but not only with two new babies, but with
three." The young pregnant sisters immediately got up and went to hug their
youngest sister with a mischievous smile of complicity, still with his
little sister in her lap, but Angela stopped them saying.

	"As far as I know I'm not pregnant. We think in new babies in the
future, but not now."  The sisters looked at each other and sat down again;
their dad continued:

	"Angela is right; this has nothing to do with her, but with your
mom and myself." They opened their mouth shocked in disbelief, and then
Lucia asked:

	"Dad, do you mean we are waiting a new sister?"

	"Or a new brother. Why not?" Angela left her child on the seat and
the three sisters launched on their mother arms. They kissed and hugged
their dad and mom with tears in the yes."

	"Congratulations!!!, but when are you expecting the baby?

	"More or less for the same time as yours. If the doctor is right,
two weeks before you have your babies" Then Louis approached Michael:

	"I did not know that your gun still fired so well."

	"Better than you believe, as you well know, when you are hunting,
the last shot is the best." All laughed and congratulated themselves,
toasting for the newcomers.

Time elapsed quickly and the sisters and mother got the wombs bigger and
bigger. Since Maria was not young, the doctor decided she should get the
baby in his clinic, just in case anything went wrong; so, when she started
with the first symptoms he called a taxi that was already agreed and
travelled to the city's clinic. The father was as nervous as when the first
baby was coming. After an examination, the doctor advised him that his wife
was all right and that he must go for a walk, since the baby would not
arrive before a couple of hours. He went to a caf‚, bought some cigars,
and half an hour later he was sitting down on the waiting room nervous as a
jelly cake; in those moments Frank entered and seeing his friend there, he
asked:

	"What are you doing here, is any of your daughter having a baby?
Michael blushed.

	"No, is my wife. And, by the way, what are you doing here? The turn
of getting red was Frank's.

	"Well, Margaret have just had a baby boy, the second, we liked a
girl but."

	"Frank, I told you not to leave your marriage so
late. Nevertheless, I envy you. You liked a girl and had a boy; I like a
boy and probably I will have a girl. It seems you know the place and the
procedure to bring boys since." My dad shut up as he best friend stared at
him. "Sorry brother, but we are alone."

	"That's not the main problem."

	"What is it, my brother?"

	"Michael, Margaret is not very well; we are having bad times and
now had come this boy."

	"Frank, would you, just for once, forget your pride and let me help
you? Frank bent his head and some tears came out. "Frank, please, I only
have a good friend and a brother, you.  Please, please, let me help you and
your family." Frank thought for a moment he had no money even for paying
the doctor, and he owed all medicines to the pharmacy. His wife's pregnancy
had been a difficult one, she was very weak and he adored her, and that
little boy was so beautiful."

	"Sorry Michael, you know how hard it is for me, but we are passing
thru difficult times."  Michael interrupted him:

	"Thanks Frank for letting me to help you, my brother. I have money
enough and you know it. First of all, if you don't mind, I would like to be
your son's godfather, at least, I'll have something with a penis round me."
Frank grinned, he knew his friend and knew he was sincere because they
loved each other since a long time.

	"No one would be a better godfather than you, my brother." Both
friends hugged very tight. In that moment a nurse came in:

	"Mr. Mora, would you mind to come with me? Your baby is here, well
and fit." Michael returned to his friend:

	"Frank, please; help me now, don't go; wait for me here, will you?"

	"Yes Michael, I'll be here." Michael followed the nurse; before
entering in the room, he met the doctor:

	"Well Michael, everything was perfect." Then he interrupted him:

	"How is she?" The doctor thought he was referring to his wife since
Michael had assumed that the baby was a girl, so the doctor answered:

	"She is very well and your son a perfect lovely boy." Michael was
so surprised that he could not articulate a single word, then doctor,
slowing his voice added: "He has two balls as a donkey." The father for an
answer hugged the doctor with some tears in his eyes.

	"Do you mean I have a boy?"

	"Yes, you do, and he is a beautiful one. Come on, enter and see you
wife and son" He entered in the room and was received by a lovely grin on
the mother's face. He kissed his wife and then he went round the bed to see
the son he had so bad wanted.

	"Oh Maria, our last shot!!! You did it!!!.

	"Yes my man, we did it! Your surname will continue. See him, isn't
he a gorgeous boy?.

	"Yes, the most beautiful creature on the Earth." He kissed his
wife. " I must call home to advise the girls, besides I was with Frank, he
is outside and had another boy, I asked him to be his boy's godfather
because I thought we may have another girl; but I'm so happy.! I'll call
him and set up a phone call." He left the room, he could not resist the
temptation to give the news to his best friend. Before he entered in the
waiting room, he gave the phone number to the nurse.  Then faced Frank that
stood up when he saw his friend's face.

	"Well Michael, how is your boy?. Michael went to him and hugged his
friend very tight.

	"How do you know it is boy?.

	"You have the joy on your face."

	"Frank, please, come in and see him before we go into your room to
see my godson and his mother." Maria loved the friendship between both
friends and was happy to see Frank.

	"Frank, congratulations. I am sure both boys will be as close
friends as their fathers have been. He kissed the happy mother on the
cheeks and the boy on the forehead.

	"I'm sure they will. Congratulations Maria, we have been late but
fortunate, and that's what matters." In that moment the nurse came,
announcing the phone call was online. Michael rushed and took the receiver
trembling with emotion.

	"Lucia, how are you, my daughter?

	"Very well dad, how is mom and the baby?

	"She is quite well and your brother is a lovely boy." A silence got
both of them, and then Michael continued: "Lucia, are you still there?"

	"Oh yes, dad. That is so good that I could not speak. Rosemary and
Angela are hugging me full of joy. I'll put them thru."

	"Lucia, also Frank's wife had a boy, please spread the news to both
families. I'll come back tomorrow." The joy of the sisters was great and
their dad could not believe that he had a son. Frank was near him when he
finished speaking. He extracted a box from his pocket and gave a Havana's
cigar to Frank. Then from his wallet took several banknotes and put then
into Frank's pocket.

	"Please Frank, please, don't reject them. Your wife and your son
need to be fed properly; time will come with changes; life will not be as
it is now, so let me help you and your family. I want to see Margaret and
your children to grow healthy and happy." He kept silence, and then hugged
his best friend.

	"Ok Michael, I'll try to return you until the last cent." He hugged
his friend tightly.

	"That's lovely Frank. Let's see Margaret and my godson."

Yes, Frankie and I have come to this world; it was 1st November 1949. Let
me continue telling the story.

They joyfully celebrated our birth. All family visited the clinic the
following days. After five days, we returned home. My two pregnant sisters
were the happiest since they thought more boys were coming. They were
right. Two weeks later and with a difference of three days, two more boys
came. Well, the joy of the family was beyond description. Some weeks later
took place the Christianisation of all, including Frank's son: my friend
Frankie. Dad invited all the family and friends. Since the sisters' boys
had the same surname, and were born within three days difference, my dad
started calling them the twins; they were named Manuel and Louis, as their
fathers. I was named John, as my late granddad. The following day was
Sunday and as usual, all the family joined in the dining room for lunch,
when this was over, looking at his youngest daughter, still with her little
daughter in his lap, dad said:

	"Well, I have the Three Musketeers, now I need Dartagnan to
complete my team."  Angela blushed and all laughed. That night when Angela
and Tomas, her husband, were in bed, she said:

	"Tomas, let's please my dad. Now all have boys, I think we should
take the chance that Mother Nature wants to please us and start asking for
a boy."

	"Why not, my lovely Angela." They started making love. Nine month
later came the most beautiful boy of the family, Francis.

Time went by, other boys and girls came into the family; Frankie, Louis and
Manuel (the twins) and I were 8 y/o, and Francis was 7; he was born 10
months later after the four of us. Mom and my sisters used to say that
Frankie and I were the cutest boys in the village, now becoming more a town
since it increased its population a lot. I'm not sure about me, but Frankie
sure he was. He got the best features from both of his parents, a truly
Latin type. He had very thick and black hair that he combed to his right
side forming lovely soft waves; large black eyes and curved eyes-lashed, an
oval face and thick red lips. On contrast, his skin was as white as snow.
I loved seeing him naked. On contrary, I was a mix of all of my ancestors,
brown silky hair that I always left free to grow, round my face with green
eyes. The only things in common with Frankie were the size of my eyes and
eyes-lashes. I had, and of course, I still have, a dimple on my chin. The
twins were also cute boys, with brown hair and hazel eyes, however the most
beautiful of us and in the family was my nephew Francis. He was a rare
specimen for our family, with blond silky hair, lovely deep blue eyes and
white skin with two dimples, one on each his cheeks that showed when he
laughed. All boys of the family had a family mark: a mole on the back of
the left ear; my dad also had it, and, according of what he said, his
father also had, however none of the female got that.

My dad was full of joy because all of us grew healthy with no serious
problem, except some colds in the winter. I started being the boss of the
group, commanding the twins and Francis that obeyed me. I was the leader of
our plays as I was stronger than the twins. However, when Frankie came to
the farm, it was a different matter; he did not want to submit himself to
my orders, so instinctively we reached an agreement by which, when he came
to the farm, I was the boss, but when I was in the school or his home he
was in command. Apart of this, we were inseparable pals, we were best
friends, and I learnt many things thru him since he had an elder brother,
Jim, 3 years older than Frankie. It was as if I had an older brother of
myself.

Yet my best friend was my dad, I loved him deeply. Right from the
beginning, I hated cloths when I was in bed; pyjamas did not exist for me,
even when the weather was cold my mom found me in the morning nude, so as
soon as I did not wet the diapers, they started leaving me naked to sleep
in the bed. Probably I had inherited it from my dad because he liked to be
naked whenever no one was expected in the big house. Nevertheless, what I
much loved was when he bathed and wrapped me in a towel, taking me in his
arms to the living room, especially in wintertime when the fireplace was
burning with logs on flames. My first clear recollections come when I was 8
y/o. As soon as we were sat on the large couch in front of the fire, he
used to start kissing me round all my naked body, rubbing my back he kissed
on my hair, my neck, on my chest, sometimes my legs, even my little
weenie. If he was not naked, I unbuttoned his shirt and put my little arms
round him, resting my head on his chest. I liked the ticklish sensations of
my smooth skin against his old and strong muscles. He caressed my hair and
especially my neck; those were special moments of love; sometimes I noticed
my little cock to get hard, however I never noticed his penis getting hard
in spite my butt was sat down on top of it. He kissed and kissed me and I
was spurring as a little kitten.

	"I love you, daddy" I hugged him very tight and he took my body to
his heart.

	"I love you too, my little kitten. I love you more than anything in
this world." Normally I got asleep in his arms and he took me to my
bed. One of those tender moments, as I was with my face on his hairy chest
I said:

	"Daddy, why do you call me little kitten"

	"Because you have the most beautiful eyes I ever saw. Well not
exactly, you resemble more to my father than to me. You have the same eyes,
and that beautiful tuft of your hair on your forehead." I put a little pout
and said:

	"I would have liked to be like you, your hazel eyes are the most
lovely ones; and your hair is the same as Frankie's, I love it, I sometimes
envy his hair, mine is too rebel, your is with waves like the sea when it
is not very high."

	"In appearance you are as your grandpa, but in your heart you are
like me, and that's what matters, my little kitten." I then kissed my dad
all round his face and his chest. He hugged me very tight and suddenly I
noticed how something wet dropped on my hair. I tenderly separated from him
and I saw tears on his yes. It was the first time I saw a man crying and I
was terrible chocked.

	"Daddy, why are you crying? Have I hurt you?.

	"Oh not my son. Please do not say it even to mom, she might not
understand. These are not tears of sorrow but in such a manner of joy." At
that age I could not understand the meaning of his words; he continued: "We
also can cry when we are content and happy.  Sometimes I feel that we have
lost much time without loving you, you should have born before, but we
feared a new girl would come and three were enough." He paused for a
moment. "On the other hand, I think we did well, those were very bad and
cruel times and we have saved you of suffering them."

	"I never cry when I'm happy, only when someone hurts me"

	"You may not now, but with the time you will, remember this"

	"No, because I will always be with you and love you." In my little
heart, I had something that hurt me when my dad kissed or hugged one of the
twins or Francis, in those moments I did not realise it was jealous. "I
don't want to share you daddy, I love you more than anybody and I feel bad
when you hug the twins or the girls." Now I was myself the one to sob. He
lovingly separated me from his chest and kissed me again round my eyes and
on my chin.

	"John, I want you to hear me well. I don't love anybody as much as
I love you. I'll tell you a little story that my dad told me when I felt
like you."

	"Did you feel the same?

	"Yes, but on contrary of you, I could not release my feelings to my
dad. He was very busy, but I told it to my mom, he then told me this
story. Once upon time, there was a rich man, he had plenty of food, he ate
all he could, however some crumbs still dropped to the floor while eating;
a poor beggar took them to his mouth but the rich man kicked him telling to
go away and not to take his crumbs"

	"That was a mean man, dad." I felt ashamed because I knew what my
dad was trying to say me. I will not be like him daddy, I promise you. but
will you love me forever? He tenderly hugged and kissed me.

	"You will always get my love, but I still have love to give to your
sisters and her children."

	"I don't mind, especially if you love Francis." Dad smiled. I felt
the warmth of the fire on my bareback and my little weenie hard as I rubbed
it against my dad's belly. He wanted to prolong those moments of intimacy
as much as possible before I got asleep.

	"Your little soldier is awoken, so let's put some music to get him
to sleep, too." I loved that. Dad liked classic music a lot, however he was
not strictly a deep music-lover; he liked light operas and Spanish
zarzuelas, especially choral music. He got up, took a record and placed it
on the record player, the music of Nabuco from Verdi started; he knew I
liked that part of the Italian author since I was a baby. A few minutes
later, I was rocky asleep. I remained in his arms until mom came; she
kissed her man and me and tucked me in bed.

We were well known in the zone, so everybody knew he was my dad, but when
we went to he city it was different, most of the people believed he was my
granddad, so when someone mentioned that, instead rectifying him we grinned
in complicity. It was a way of having fun.

A Sunday morning, I got up, I had heard noise and moans in my parents'
room, so when it was over I assumed they were awoken. I run to their room,
the door was not locked, so I entered and jumped into the bed. They were
naked under the covers; it was not strange to me in what dad was concerned;
however mom rarely got full nude in front of me. She did nothing strange,
took me in his arms and started kissing and hugging me.

	"Good morning, my son. Did you sleep well"

	"Oh yes, mom, very well"

	"Ok, I must get up to prepare breakfast" She got a nearby gown and
covered herself smiling dad and me. I had gotten them near making love,
though I was not aware of it. I jumped on top of my dad as many times had
done straddling him; my butt was on his belly bottom so I noticed the
wetness of his juices of his recent lovemaking. I innocently starting
joking and tickling him:

	"Dad, you pee yourself as a baby, you pee yourself as a baby!" He
laughed and laughed, but when he recovered, he said:

	"That is not pee, John. You must be very careful next time"

	"Careful about what, dad?"

	"Well, you are now near nine and should know more things. Mom and I
were making love, as when we were doing a baby. Do you remember what I told
you about men's seed?

	"Yes, but your door was open"

	"I'm not blaming you my son, it was our fault for leaving the door
not locked." Then rather concerned I said:

	"But dad, are you telling me that you are trying to bring another
baby boy?

	"Oh no John! Mom cannot conceive a new baby, you were her best and
last shot. It is the same as when you have lunch, what do you leave for the
last and best part?

	"I leave the sweet."

	"Exactly, so she left the best part of her for the last
shot. You!. I hugged my dad tenderly.

	"Thanks dad that you brought me. But if you are not going to bring
a baby, why." He interrupted me.

	"With the time you will better understand, but that does not mean
that we cannot make love. Love is an expression when two persons love each
other and become as one. I put my seed into her but we know that will not
bring anything, however it produces a great pleasure doing it."

	"Do you still have seeds?"

	"Yes, men never stop expelling seeds, they start about round 13 y/o
and last until they are very old, however women start more or less at he
same age, but they finish between 45 and 50 y/o." I remember I was tempted
to ask dad to show me the seeds, and he feared I had made that question, as
he explained me long time after, but I only said:

	"I'm glad to be a man and not a woman." He sighed and kissed me. We
continued playing for some time until we decided it was time for breakfast.

Chapter 2 - The awakening
-------------------------

I don't exactly remember how it happened. One night I was face down and as
I felt my weenie erected. I started rubbing it; I put my hand with the palm
up between the sheet and my belly cupping my penis and started with my butt
moving up and down. It felt good so I continued faster, but my body asked
quicker and quicker until I was breathing heavily, a couple of minutes
later I felt what probably was my first dry orgasm or something very
pleasant. It was so good that a few minutes later I started repeatedly
doing it, until I was exhausted and drifted to sleep.  The following
morning as I recalled the night before, I had a look at my little prick
thinking to start the exercise again, but with some surprise, I noticed it
was sore, so reluctantly I left it in peace. My first thought was to ask
dad about it, but he had never told me about that nice feeling, so I
decided to ask Frankie, maybe Jim could help. I got up and after breakfast
as every weekday, dad took Francis, the twins and me to the school. During
the first break, I joined Frankie:

	"Frankie I must tell you something" His lovely eyes looked at me,
then he said:

	"What is it, John" I explained it.

	"Have you ever felt that feeling, Frankie?"

	"No, ever. I have noticed very often I find my weenie hard, I rub
it and feel good, but I never went further because some boys said that's
not good, and if you touch it too much you might get blind."

	"Nonsense." I said a little bit scared. "Why don't you ask Jimmy,
he's older and must know all about.

	"I'll try tonight, tomorrow I'll tell you. Come on, let's play with
the twins." I forgot that during the day, but with surprise, I noticed that
my little cock was much better and not so sore, yet I did not try again,
just I case, until Frankie gave me better information. That night, as soon
as Frankie got under the sheets, he started fucking his hand as I had told
him without asking anything to his brother. He was so engaged rubbing his
prick that he did not noticed Jimmy watched him. When Jimmy realised his
little brother was over his first orgasm, grinned and Frankie, still
breathing hard, looked astonished to his brother.

	"Did you enjoy, little bro fucking your sheets?"

	"How do you know.?"

	"Because I have done it many times; but I must teach you a couple
of things, my little angel. Please lock the door, I do not want mom peeking
on us and telling me that I am perverting you. Who taught you that?

	"John told me, but he said he got his prick pretty sore and I
should ask you for help."

	"As usual he is the clever one. I'll show you what to do from now
on, you must not hesitate to ask me, and so we can prevent problems.

	"Thanks big bro." Frankie locked the door and returned to the
bed. Jim then said:

	"Now get naked and lay on your back." As Frankie did so, Jim also
got nude; he looked to his little brother and he thought for himself: "What
a beautiful boy is my little angel!." His cock started to grow. "I'm very
fond of girls but no one is near as beautiful as is my little angel." He
lay on the bed near his little brother watching him. He added: "Frankie you
should take note how I do it to you so you can tell John."

	"Oh yes, Jim, sure I'll do it, he is eagerly wanting it."

	"Ok, I hope you enjoy it." Frankie weenie was at full length now
waiting for his brother actions. Jim thought: "I would like to put it into
my mouth and give him a great pleasure, however it is much better step by
step, so he and me enjoys." With his right hand thumb and two fingers, he
dragged the shaft's foreskin back discovering that little pink mushroom
pulsating in excitement, Frankie trembled when his brother touched him;
then Jim bent himself and spate on top of the little prick, then proceeded
to smear the saliva all over the head and shaft, Frankie started to moan.

	"Oh Jim, that feel so good."

	"Wait until I finish" Jim said. Then he put his left hand under
Frankie's balls sack and started slowly jerking him off. Whenever his
fingers touched the balls sack on his way down Frankie moaned and arched
his hip a little bit. Jim continued jerking off the little pole, now
increasing the pace on every move; he felt how Frankie's little cock grew
hard and red as the blood went up to fill it. When Jim observed his brother
was approaching his climax, he increased the pace. He left Frankie ball
sack starting to masturbate himself. Frankie was now moaning in pleasure,
moving his lovely head from one side to other on the pillow breathing
heavily, his mouth dry; he was sweating with the excitement.

	"Jim, please, ple.se" . Frankie extended his hands to stop his
brother, he could not resist it. In a moment, he felt that strong feeling
coming from his groins up to the tip of his little dick. He arched his hip,
stopped breathing and placed his little hands on top of his brother's
fingers.

	"Ahg!!!, Oh!!!. He moaned loudly. Then he dropped his little body
on the bed again panting. Jim kissed his little brother abdomen, then his
chest and his sweaty forehead. At this stage, Frankie was near
recovered. His older brother looked tenderly into those beautiful black
eyes:

	"Did you like it, Frankie." For an answer Frankie dragged his
brother to his chest, hugged, and kissed him on the face.

	"Jim, it was fantastic, I never thought it would be like that." He
had a look to his weenie that still was erect pulsating with his
heartbeats. "Jim, can you do it again?." He grinned to his brother.

	"Yes, I can, but look at mine, it is also waiting, I need a
release." Frankie rose to his butt and said:

	"Jim, please, let me do it to you, then you can do it to me again."
As he saw the doubt on his brother eyes: "Please Jim, I want you to get
that lovely feeling."

	"Ok." Jim exchange positions with his brother and lay on his
back. As he was ready to spit on his brother's dickhead, he observed that
it was now covered with something as saliva.  He looked a little puzzled
and looked to his brother for an answer: "That's precum, Frankie, so you
don't need to put your saliva on."

	"What is precum, Jim?

	"It is a slippery liquid expelled thru the tip of my cock to lube
my prick, so it cannot get sore. Round eleven you will start getting it
when you are excited, like I'm now, meantime you should always spit on your
dick before jacking it off, otherwise it might get sore. Now straddle me,
sit on my chest facing my dick." Frankie did as ordered watching his
brother's large dick compared with his. Jim spate on his right hand, and
then smeared his saliva on top and round Frankie's little dick. He could
not see him because he has his brother back, but he was well aware how it
was. Frankie started stroking his brother cock up and down slowly with his
thumb and two fingers, but Jim told him:

	"Frankie, wrap my dick with your hands, look my hand on your cock"
Jim gripped Frankie's dick, however the little pole disappeared in his
larger hand. "Yours is still too small for my hand." Frankie was already
enjoying his brother strokes and with a pitchy voice he said:

	"Yes, I understand, but please, don't stop. It is feeling lovely"
Frankie did as instructed.  Jim was very excited after seeing his brother
getting his climaxes; his cock was very hard and Frankie felt the
smoothness and warmth of his brother's dick. He continued stroking the
large boyhood, as Jim started moaning and gasping.

	"Frankie., please, faster, faster!" he exclaimed. His little
brother increased the pace gripping it very tight, mixing the abundant
precum now oozing from Jim's pee slit. Soon Frankie felt the increase of
his brother strokes as unison with himself. Again that new sensation
appeared in his balls and started going thru up to his penis' head. Both of
them were now loudly moaning and breathing as their climaxes
approached. Jim was rubbing his little brother smooth back and hair; he
could not control his noise. Frankie could not resist, his head tossed
back, his forehead covered with sweat. In a moment, both brothers stopped
breathing as Jim arched his hips lifting his little brother up. Frankie
took his left hand on top of his brother's fingers to push then down as
much as possible; he thought he would faint when the point of not return
arrived and their dry orgasms hit them.

Frankie lay down on his back on top of his brother chest, both breathing
hard and gasping for air trying to recover their strengths; now their cocks
getting flaccid. Frankie turned over, looked into his brother eyes and
hugged him very tight.

	"Jim, that was wonderful, even better than before." Jim responded
the hug and kissed tenderly his little brother all over his face and
neck. They stopped their petting during some minutes, both brothers were
very tight gripped. After some time, Frankie slipped to his side facing his
big brother. "I love you Jim, I love you very much; you are the best
brother in the world." Jim smiled and again started kissing his little
angel.

	"I love you, too, Frankie; this only can be done with someone to
whom you love, otherwise you can have the nice feeling, but never the
afterglow that we have now, that's the difference."

	"Jim, will you always love me? Will you teach me more things? Some
boys say that if you touch your weenie too much you might get blind." Jim
grinned and kissed his angel.

	"I will love you forever and, of course, I'll teach you a lot of
things in order you enjoy them. Step by step. This is our secret that only
can be shared with someone you love. Blind?  That's not true, otherwise my
friends and myself would be blind since long time ago." Both laughed.

	"Can I tell John?"

	"Yes, you can, because I know how much you love each other; I also
love him and his family. I'll tell you something that you cannot release
even to John, do you promise?

	"Oh yes, I do. What is sit Jim"

	"Sometimes mom and dad thought that I was asleep, but I was not."

	"More or less like now." Both boys smiled.

	"Yes, more or less like now." He paused, and then continued with
the confidences to his little brother. "When you were born, mom was very,
very sick; she was in danger to die, so dad took her to a private clinic in
the city in order to minimise the risks, however he had not a single cent
to pay and that was very expensive. Now we are going thru bad times, but
nothing to be compared with ten years ago. People were starved and many
children died because had nothing to eat. Dad is a very proud man and never
accepted anything that looked as charity, however John's father told him,
the night you both were born, to forget his pride and let him help our
family. Dad rejected his help several times, but he insisted, he said "for
your children's sake, please, Frank, accept my help. We are more than
friends, we are brothers since we were boys and no one needs to know it."
He still rejected it, but then Michael, seeing he would not accept, he used
a different strategy, and told him: "Are you going to permit Margaret to
die because your stupid pride? I will not, and if necessary, I'll speak to
her. You will accept my help whether you like it or not." Dad loved, and
still loves a lot his little doll, as he calls mom, and Michael knew it
very well. Probably he thought again what his best friend was trying to do,
and after a few minutes of silence, he answered: "I do not deserve a friend
like you, Michael". Michael hugged dad very tight and took some bank notes
and put them into dad's pocket." Jim kept silence and saw his little
brother eyes were watering.

	"Who has told you that Jim?.

	"Nobody, I heard mom and dad speaking one night that you were with
fever, both were sat down near your bed three years ago. Please Frankie,
never, never, you hear me, never release a single word of this."

	"Don't worry Jim, I know how to keep a real secret, besides Michael
is my godfather and dad is John's godfather too. I always feel something
special for John's family, I love them all, especially my friend John.

	"You know Frankie, I'm sure no one knows about this, even John's
mother, only our parents and now you and me. When the situation improved,
dad tried to pay him back part of the debt, but Michael said he gave that
to his godson, you, and not to him, so he could not accept any
reimbursement that he did not owed to him.

	"That was a clever way to reject it", said Frankie.

	"Yes it was, and that's not all. Michael has a farm and plenty of
food available, so the following night after mom's return from the clinic,
when dad was not here, he and his elder daughter brought a lot of
food. Winter was near and mom and you needed to be fed properly, he said:
"all this is our present for my godson", so mom could not reject it because
you could not speak." Frankie grinned.

	"Jim thanks for telling me that and for your relying on me." He
hugged his brother and both drifted to sleep not taking into account that
both were naked, in the same bed and that the door was locked. They were
lucky because in the morning was his dad who knocked:

	"Come on boys, get up, time for school." Jim heard his dad and saw
Frankie happily sleeping in his bed. He quickly jumped from the bed and
unlocked the door.

	"Frankie, Frankie, come on!, get up, it is time for school." He
yawned stretching out his arms. "Come on Frankie, don't be lazy, dad has
called us."

	"Oh Jim, I was so happy. Jim can we do it again now." Jimmy looked
at his little brother in surprise.

	"Are you mad?" He put on his underwear and left Frankie alone
looking his erected little prick. Looking at it he said:

	"You enjoyed last night, didn't you?" He rubbed it several times,
put on his underwear and saw how a tent had formed; then he went to join
Jim that was now combing his hair.

The school was formed by 6 large classrooms, three for boys and three for
girls in a single building located in the outskirts of the town, near a
little park. Boys and girls should remain in the school up to the age of
14, however most of them had to leave before that age to help their
families. The Secondary School was in the city, so anyone wanting to get a
secondary graduation had to attend to private classes and periodical
examinations in the city. The twins, Francis and I, as well as Frankie and
Jimmy prolonged our school time an hour every day, paying for that extra
teaching. We were round twenty-five students, girls and boys; only those
who could afford to pay this.

I met Frankie in the morning break, he run to where I was peeing in the
trees; we hugged and grinned each other.

	"Frankie, did you ask Jim about."

	"Yes, I did; in fact, I did more, but I cannot explain you it
now. I promised him I only would release it to you, and the twins are
approaching." One of the twins greeted Frankie.

	"Hi, Frankie, did you."

	"Yes I did and could experience it"

	"Come on, Frankie, please let us know"

	"There is not any great secret, he told me that we get sore because
we did not use any lubricant on our dicks."

	"What do you mean as lubricant? I asked.

	"Something that makes your dick slippery, for instance, saliva." We
all three were surprised, he seeing us with no word continued: "Yes, you
must spit on your dick, then smear it over your prick." I saw how the twin
started to rub the little tents on their shorts as I was doing the same.

	"Frankie, did you do it" I asked.

	"Yes, I did, and I can tell you there is a great difference." Then
looking at our back he asked: "Is anyone coming?

	"No, nobody is approaching", one of the twins said. Then he opened
his fly and immediately his erected dick popped out, then he took his prick
and showed us how to do it.

	"Look, if your dick is very little you can beat it with your thumb
and two fingers, but I would suggest you to do it with your fist gripped
round it, like this" He motioned and stroke twice his prick. We all were
very hard, then the other twin said:

	"I'm very hard, I need to jerk my prick off."

	"Are you mad?, we can be caught and everybody would know it."
Frankie looking at me, added: "Jim told me that it is also great if anyone
do it to you" He winked me as advising that he had already experienced
it. Then one of the twins said:

	"We can do it in pairs side by side. I'm left handed, so I would
not interfere if I make it with my cousin, he is right handed." Once more,
we appreciated the twins were very clever except when school matter was
treated. In that moment, Francis joined the group.

	"What's going on?" I saw one of the twins was ready to answer him
rudely. I gazed at him, then he said.

	"Nothing important." My little nephew looked at me pleading."

	"Francis, we have not now time to explain you, I'll do it to you
later." He gave me a lovely stare. Frankie touched my hand lightly; an
electric discharge went thru my body, why? I did not know in those
moments. We returned to class and as usual we forgot everything and
concentrated ourselves in our tasks. When finished, we said god-bye to
Frankie and Jim and returned to the farm. Normally dad transported us in
our little truck in the morning, however in the afternoon, we must walk. It
was lovely because all four spent our times joking and playing, but never
stopping. One the twins asked:

	"What about putting in practice what we have learnt?

	"Why not" I said, "but we must finish our homework before we do
anything."

	"What is it? Francis asked.

	"Look Francis, Frankie explained us how to jerk off our weenies
without getting sore."  I answered.

	"Can I do it?"

	"Of course you can if you like. When you finish your task, I wait
for you in the upper barn, ok?"

	"Yes, Ok", all three answered at unison." It was in those days near
in the Autumn when the sun was shinning until very late, so we had time for
everything, except when it was raining. I finished my home works and said
to mom:

	"I'm going to play with the twins and little Francis." Mom nodded
and I run to the barn.  Some minutes later the twins arrived rubbing their
little tents. Immediately came also my beautiful Francis. We went ourselves
inside the cave we had formed with straw bales. It was warm inside, so
immediately we got naked, our sticks erected. I said: "We must establish
some rules, otherwise we make hurt ourselves. I have heard that we can do
very often but we should not abuse it; so I propose we do it a maximum of
two or three time a day altogether." They nodded. The twins and Francis
were already spitting saliva on top of their respective dicks, I followed
them and we started jerking our little cocks with our fist very tight round
them. We started moving our hands up and down our shafts, hands sped up as
that nice feeling started building up in our balls; soon we were panting,
and reaching the point of not return. Moans were heard as we got what
seemed our climaxes in a dry orgasm. I wanted to do this first part because
my wish was the direct contact with my blond little Francis.

	"It was great, John, much, much better than in the bed." one of the
twins said.

	"Yes, it was; but now let do it in pair, Frankie told me it is the
best."

	"Who told him?", Francis asked.

	"I don't know, but that's what he suggested me; so let do it. You
twins together, I'll do to Francis." My little angel smiled sweetly to me
as I had my preferences for him. The twins sat down one in front of the
other and started smearing saliva on each dick. I lay on my back near
them. "Francis, please straddle me facing my dick, but don't put all your
weight on my chest.  Spit plenty saliva on your hand." He straddled me by
kneeling so my body was between his legs and his back in front of my
face. He started rubbing my thighs and fondling my balls with his left
hand, with the right one he was slowly jerking my prick off. "You follow my
pace on your weenie." I got the beautiful view of his back near my face. My
right hand reached his little hard dick and I started slowly jacking him
off. My left hand wondered rubbing his lovely butt and thighs; I reached
his back until his neck, fondling his beautiful silk hair and massaging his
little shoulders. I heard his moans of pleasure as I put my hand on his
fatty chest and rubbed his nipples. My cock was now very hard as all
others. Several minutes passed, and only moans and the sound of our hands
going up and down the pricks could be heard. We were near our orgasms, the
twins that were more advanced, left each other prick and I could see them
one on top of the other, prick against prick, balls against balls, crotch
against crotch; rubbing and grinding, lost in a wild pleasure.

I was near my climax. Francis was breathing very hard his little body in
spasm as I increased the pace of my hand and he did the same with his. I
heard a loud moan from the twin as they collapsed both on the straw in a
tight embrace. Seconds after that, Francis tossed his little head back, his
left hand on top of mine on his dick, the same as mine on top of his,
trying to get the maximum of pleasure that now we could not resist. We held
our breathing; I arched my hips pushing him up. Low moans followed from
each throat gasping for air. My little Francis collapsed on top of me, his
silky hair on my face, both sweating with the strong exercise. He rolled
over to meet my face against his. I hugged him very tight against my
chest. When we were a little recovered, I started kissing his face and
hair. He raised a little bit his head and returned me the kisses. I wanted
badly to kiss him on the lips and suck his lips, but I thought that was not
the moment. The twins were also very tight kissing themselves each
other. We remained like that for a few minutes, but we were tired of the
school and our sexual exercise, so I noticed how our eyes closed in the
warmth of the straw. I made an effort to wake myself up because I knew that
if we drifted to sleep it would have been very difficult to get up, and
probably they would start searching us and find us naked. Therefore, I did
a great effort; and tenderly I separated Francis from me that was near
asleep.

	"Come on boys, don't get asleep, we must go out to play" The twins
came also on top of me and started kissing and tickling us. Manuel said:

	"Thanks John, that was the most wonderful thing we ever did. I
would do it again now, but my little weenie is soft, I love you my uncle."
I returned the kisses and we all four hugged in a mutual hug.

	"I love you too, that is our secret that no one would ever know. I
love you a lot." We hugged again, and got dressed. "Now let's play to
Indians and cow boys. Then Louis, (the other twin), said:

	"I'll be the Sheriff this time, and you, Manuel, my assistant."

	"OK, we will be the Indians; I'll be Sitting Bull and Francis will
be White Cloud, my second in command, so we must keep nude from our waist
up." I looked to my little Francis and I could see his happiness as his
Indian name fit him very well. We took off our clothes and left them on the
entrance of the barn. "Francis, please, get some red rose petals from the
garden, we must paint our faces with war stripes. As soon as he came, I
started painting him, we were very close, separated from the twins that
were getting some pieces of wood to use as guns; he was looking into my
eyes, then in a low voice he said:

	"I love you, uncle John." He put his hand on my chest and my heart
raced with his touch. In that moment, I wanted to kiss him on his little
and beautiful face. I felt a stirring on my groins; and a sensation of
needing to protect that little creature; yet, he was only ten moths younger
than I was. Now 9 y/o; we were near 10. With a sigh I said:

	"I love you, too, my little blonde. I love you a lot." We started
playing and I forgot everything; our play lasted until was near dark; then
we heard the voice of one of the twin's sisters calling us. We broke and
each one left for his home. I entered in my house, my face and my chest
painted and dirty, the same my clothes. Mom stared at me and a little bit
serious she said:

	"Oh my god!, Johnny, do you realise how dirty you are?, you give
more work than the whole family." I got serious because for an instant I
though mom were seriously scolding me; but in that moment she opened her
arms to receive me. I run and jumped into her, feeling the warmth of her
big teats. I kissed her as she was saying: "I love you my beautiful kitten"

	"I love you too, mom." I know I'm dirty, so I'll get a bath just
now." She took me in her arms and dropped in the bathroom. I sat down on a
white stool and she started undressing me.  As any child, I hated to bath
myself or to be bathed; however when I was within the warmth water I
changed my mind, so that time thinking on it I did not protest. Mom took
off all my clothes, socks and sandals. We wore shoes only in feast
days. Approximately, from March to October, we wore sandals and for the
rest of the year, mostly cold months, boots. Trousers always were shorts
over the knee that we wore until we were teenagers; jeans were unknown to
us. Since we had plenty space available in the house, dad had built a large
bathroom with shower and a strange tub that he saw in a foreign magazine,
it was large and with a rounded step on one side, so it could be used by
old persons, being sat down. An aerial tank that in sunny days was
naturally heated, provided warm water. There was also a heater tank
connected to a coal or firewood cooker in the kitchen, used out of
summer. I preferred showering with the other boys, but that was only
permitted in then back yard in open air, because in the bathroom we always
made a mess.

	"Johnny, do you want me to bath or soap you?"

	"No mom, thanks, I'll do myself."

	"Don't forget to wash you hair with the special soap."

	"I'll do, mom." She referred to a special soap that she had bought
in the city for all of us in contact with other children in the school;
that was to prevent us to be infected with lice, very common in those times
due to the lack of sanitary installations in the houses and thus hygiene.
Mom got out and closed the door; this had not any lock; dad did not permit
the carpenter to install it. He, very early, taught all of us never to
enter in the bathroom before knocking on the door if this was closed; this
was a common law in the four homes that I still keep in force, in order to
prevent children's accidents.

I submerged in the warm water, took a vegetal sponge and soaped it
carefully. Then I took the special soap and rubbed against my hair that
produced no much foam. I took the sponge and started washing my face,
taking care of my eyes, then my chest, and with some difficulty, I managed
to soap my back. My dick was near erected, so I missed it. I left for the
last part. I continued on my thighs, legs and feet. I sat on the step and
returned to my cock that now was fully erected as it waited my touch. I
carefully put a lot of foam and soap on it and I started washing it by
rubbing it dragging the foreskin up and down. I reeled back what we have
done in the barn, I close my eyes and started jerking it off. However,
before I continued, I submerged in the warm water and rinsed out carefully
my hair, and body but without much care. My dick emerging from the water
like a submarine telescope; I started again jacking it off hearing the
chock, chock, chock sound of my fit beating the water. I tossed my head to
one side in pleasure and saw the large mirror on the wall now covered with
humidity due to the hot water emanations. I stood up and with a towel I
cleaned it, but I only could see from my chest up. I took the stool and
climbed on it; a full view of my body was in front of me as another boy. It
surprised me that the image had a big dick, larger and thicker. I watched
myself and I could not believe it, why was it bigger in the mirror?, "never
mind, much better" I thought. I started beating it and beating watching how
I trembled, but immediately I remembered when the nice feeling came in the
barn, if now was the same probably I would fall from the stool, so
reluctantly I returned to the tub and submerged into the warm water. I put
more soap on my red dick and started stroking the slippery pole with my
right hand; with the left I was massaging my thighs one after the other,
then my nipples and finally my ball sack that now was tight. I started to
tremble as I heard the familiar sound of my fist round it beating the
water. Soon my breath increased, my legs stiffed as I increased the pace of
my strokes; suddenly the nice feeling wildly started from balls to the tip
of my cock that nothing could stop. I stopped breathing and arched my hips
over the water as my dry orgasm hit me:

	"Oh!!. Agh!!" I moaned loudly. Fortunately, the bathroom was far
away from the kitchen where my mom was preparing dinner. When I recovered
my breath, I turned over and put my arms on top of the step using it as a
pillow; I remained very quiet and relaxed, it was so nice and
comfortable. I was near asleep when I heard a knock on the door, it was
mom:

	"Johnny, my son, please don't take much time, dinner is ready and
dad will be here soon." I got up, rinsed, and took a large towel to dry my
hair and body. Still with the towel on my hands climbed on the stool in
front of the mirror, I saw my other dick, now not totally flaccid or
erected, again I looked my real one and I still found the difference. "Why
is it bigger there?." I combed my hair that was not very short and that
rebel tuft on my forehead that kept my hair up on my forehead. I stepped
down the stool and approached my body to the mirror; now half of my body
were reflected on it. "You are a pretty and lovely boy, kitten eyes and
your beautiful freckles under them." I muttered to myself. I approached my
face to the mirror and my mind changed my view, now Frankie face was on it,
I grinned, and approaching nearer the glass I kissed those thick red lips
on it: "I love you, Frankie." The contact with the cold glass brought me to
reality. I glared again to the figure and I repeated: "never mind, you are
a very beautiful boy." I wrapped myself in the towel and left. I entered in
the living room; it was chilly outside, so mom had set a fire with some
logs. The room was very warm so I put the towel on the large couch and
contemplated the flames' dance. That had another objective, to heat the
room of my parents and mine. Suddenly I heard my dad coming in:

	"Anybody here?" He shouted. I left the room and naked run to meet
him. I jumped onto his strong and old arms, he near fell back. I was now
near 10 y/o but my body, as Frankie's, responded more to an eleven's. We
hugged and kissed until he dropped me on the large sofa.  Mom came and both
kissed greeting themselves. Then dad said:

	"I'm dirty, I'll have a quick shower and I'll be here in a minute"

	"Dad, can I soap you", I requested.

	"You can, but you may not. You are very clean and nice, so you
better remain here and help mom to bring dinner." I reluctantly said:

	"Ok dad, but don't take much time, I'm hungry." He did not answer
and soon I heard his singing of a zarzuela song as he was showering. I
still nude helped mom to bring the dishes and when we were finishing dad
came wrapped in a white gown. We all sat down and had dinner.  Once we
cleared the dishes dad put some music and sat on the sofa; I jumped on his
lap straddling him, my head on his chest, and rubbing his ticklish chest
hair; he was nude but I did not mind because I had done this hundreds of
times. Mom came and sat near my dad, I put one of my legs on mom lap and
started kissing both.

	"I love you, mom; I love you, dad." Then dad said:

	"I would not change one of these moments by all the gold in the
world.", Mom then reached her man, as she used to say, kissed him and
kissed me on my hair. It was so sweet, I was so happy... A few minutes
later, I was rocky asleep; mom took me on her arms and dropped me on my
bed, covering my nakedness.

At that very moment, Frankie was laying on his bed. His parents had gone to
pay a visit to some colleagues that would participate in the new private
school they were planning, in order to teach those students that wanted to
follow secondary education, now that Frank was going to retire.  Frankie
was with his hands under his head, his large black eyes looking to the
ceiling, but seeing nothing. He was thinking loudly in a whisper about his
friend John, what they had talked in the school. "How beautiful he is, I
love you John. I would like to kiss you, to be with you all the time, to
sleep with you." He noticed how his weenie had gotten hard, popping out
thru his pyjama fly, pulsating as he continued murmuring. His brother Jim
interrupted his thoughts.

Jim, Frankie's elder brother, was 12 y/o, soon he would be 13. He was not a
pretty boy, but had curly black hair and the same large eyes and lashes as
his younger brother; and a lovely dimple on his right cheek that showed
when he smiled. He loved children and always was ready to defend against
elder boys. Mother Nature had donated a brilliant intelligence to him,
better than all of us together. He was even whiter than his brother and
with flawless body. We all deeply loved him. He had many friends among boys
and girls, however only one very close, Robert. No one could explain why he
chose that boy that seemed silly, to whom he helped teaching him all he
could not learn in the school; Robert's parents, and especially his old
grand mother loved Jim.

Frank, his father, had probably the best library in many kilometres
around. I'll talk later how he got it. Only the Encyclopaedia had 30 thick
books. Math, physic, grammar, poetry, etc. books covered a room shelves
from the floor to the ceiling. Jim used to spend many hours in there. He
was a very disciplined and did not sleep many hours, but when he did was as
a log.

 	"What are your lovely thoughts, my beautiful little brother? He
blushed having been discovered, but he loved his big brother.

	"I'm confused Jim, but.well, never mind. I'm excited, we are alone
and." His brother interrupted him.

	"And you want to jerk off your no so little stick, am I right?
Frankie grinned to his big brother.

	"Yes, we are very comfortable tonight with no one to care about."

	"I want to teach you more things about sex tonight Frankie, so we
can enjoy now and you also can transmit to your best friend, John." Frankie
blushed again.

	"Jim, can I make you some questions?"

	"Of course you can, I have told you many times, do not hesitate
asking me anything. I love you my little brother." Jim kissed Frankie as he
was lying by his side on the bed. "What is it Frankie?.

	"Well, I, I don't know how to start, Jim."

	"It looks like you are in love. with someone" Frankie blushed
again.

	"Jim, do you promise not to laugh about it?" He smiled.

	"Little brother, love is a serious matter for me, never subject of
laugh."

	"Jim, I, I, I'm always thinking about John. I feel I would like to
be with him all the time, to. kiss him to." He blushed deeply again, but he
bravely continued. "I would like to touch him; to make sex things with him;
to look into his beautiful kitten eyes; in summary to be as his double." He
kept silence for a moment; as he spoke about this with his brother, his
dick had got terrible hard, he was very excited. Jim stroked his brother's
hair.

	"Frankie, it is nothing new, you and your body are awakening to new
situations as I did three years ago. Now you are truly in love with John,
as I'm sure he is with you; I have seen his eyes on you. There is nothing
bad or dirty about it."

	"Are you sure he loves me?"

	"Absolutely; the problem is he has nobody to whom to ask about it,
probably when he is alone in his bathroom or in bed he is jerking off his
cock as you do thinking on him.

	"But that is what the fags do."

	"No, Frankie. Please never think like that anymore! Your body has
not yet matured enough to know whether you are or not homosexual, even mine
too. Dad told me this; it is fixed when we are round 16 y/o, never
before. Besides, the true homosexuality is not acquired, but is born with
the person. You feel like that because John is good to you and you are good
to him; you both are now even more beautiful that any girl that I know; you
are just gorgeous, so it is not strange that you love him as you may love a
girl as beautiful as John. It has nothing to do with fags. Please don't
mention that word in your pure and lovely relationship with your best
friend. Love him, enjoy with him, be frank and honest to him; in summary,
be best friends."  Frankie extended his arms to his brother and kissed him
repeatedly. Jim kissed his little angel and dropped his right hand on
Frankie's stiffed pole starting slowly to jerk him off. Then he added:
"Let's get naked and take this opportunity to enjoy ourselves." Jim did not
need to insist on it, Frankie stood up, and within seconds he was naked,
then Jim said: "Lay on your back on my bed with your hands under your head,
we will do it in two parts." Frankie jumped onto Jim's bed, his prick
pointing out with a little angle, Jim released from his pyjama and nude
laid down near his brother.

He started jerking Frankie's dick up and down slowly, squeezing it and
smearing some saliva on the head. Frankie trembled with his brother touch
in that sensible part. Jim started kissing and licking his brother; first,
on his smooth thighs, then his crotch, and his nipples one by one.  Frankie
groaned in pleasure; Jim continued kissing his brother white and clean
armpits. To this, Frankie could not keep his arms under his head due to the
sexual tension and ticklishness produced by his brother tongue. He was now
moaning as Jim left for a moment his little brother dick, he squeezed and
jerked off his own. With his thumb and forefinger took some of his own
precum and smeared on his brother's prick. Frankie was very excited and Jim
noticed the spasm of his body approaching his climax. He was himself very
excited; leaving his brother armpits, he started caressing his beautiful
hair starting to kiss his white flawless face; as he tried to kiss his
brother chin. Frankie could not resist anymore; instinctively he took his
older brother head and kissed him on the lips. Jim was not surprised; he
was waiting for that since long time ago. He returned the kiss to his
little brother, but to Frankie's delight and surprise, Jim parted his teeth
and their tongues met within a forcedly passion long time wanted. Jim now
increased the pace of his strokes on his brother little cock, at the same
time his large dick fucked the boy's thighs, spreading his precum over the
right one and rubbing the head of his cock on it. Frankie could not resist
anymore; both were breathing very heavy thru their nostrils now inflated,
as the body needed a great amount of oxygen to cope with the excitement. He
then arched his hips trying to get his brother fist down his little
prick. Jim felt in his ball and now in his dick, a strong need to pee,
however he did not mind, he would pee on the bed, if necessary. They broke
the kissing, and stopped breathing as that lovely and strong orgasm hit
their young bodies.

	"Ahg!!!" Frankie pushed his brother's head to his chest, but Jim
dropped it between his little brother left shoulder and the pillow as he
felt the wonderful sensation on his cock that continued for some
seconds. They were breathing at unison, as a single body, however, Jim made
a little cave with his left elbow in order to facilitate his little brother
breath. They remained like that for some minutes, without saying a single
word; only their heart beatings reached their ears. After some time,
Frankie started caressing his big brother neck and hair, and then tenderly
separated his head and looking into his brother eyes, he said:

	"Sorry big bro for the kissing, I could not help." Jim grinned to
his brother with love as he repeated the kiss to him, but this time not
passionately as before, but very, very tender. As he separated his face, he
said:

	"Oh my sweetest brother, you do not need to sorry about. I have
been waiting for your kiss since I was your age.

	"Why didn't you tell me that before?"

	"Because I did not want to force you to do it, I thought that you
might do it but only to please me; sometimes I watched you when you were
asleep and took the chance to kiss your lips, but very light because I did
not like to break your dreams."

	"I love you Jim." Before his brother could answer, he kissed him
again on the lips, now introducing his tongue inside Jim. He tenderly
separated from his brother: "I love you Jim. By the way, now you have much
more precum, it has reached my left groin." Jim face alighted as he scooted
himself to see his prick and his brother groin and right thigh.

	"Oh Frankie, that is not precum, but semen!!!", he shouted, "I am a
man Frankie!!!."  Frankie could not clear understand his brother explosion
of joy as he licked with his tongue the white clear cream still remaining
on his brother's groin: He continued to his thighs spreading then in order
to clean any single rest of his first seed. As he saw his brother
perplexity he added: "Frankie this is semen, now if I put it into a girl, I
can make a baby, do you understand?; it is the most wonderful thing that
has happened to me, I was waiting for it since I was 12 y/o and you did it
my sweetheart!!!." Frankie felt great as his brother called him sweetheart;
he loved Jim, he had always been so good to him. He then extended his arms
to his brother and kissed him again on the lips. Jim forced his mouth and
tongues met savouring that strange white stuff.

	"I love you Jim, and I'm very happy that I did it to you."

	"I love you too, my cute boy." He started kissing his brother again
all round his face. He got his arms up and started kissing and licking his
armpits as Frankie started laughing with joy.  Some minutes had passed
since they had that wonderful climax; their young bodies were again ready
for another exploration, then Jim said to his brother with a grin on his
face: "I have to pay you back, and I can tell you will never forget it
during the rest of your life." Frankie was smiling guessing what his
brother meant.

	"Is that the second part you mentioned to me?"

	"Yes it is, but a special one. I'll send you to the orbit" Both
laughed as his pricks were waiting for the new exercise.

Jim scooted himself to his brother feet, then started sucking the big toes,
he continued licking and kissing Frankie's ankles; his smooth
calves. Frankie spread his legs to give a better access to his brother. He
was excited and his little prick jerking with each heartbeat. Jim continued
up to his thighs licking and sucking that wonderful and smooth skin. Little
Frankie was moaning in pleasure as Jim approached his most private parts,
however, when Jim reached there, to Frankie's disappointment, he missed his
cock, only a light touch with his tongue to his packed balls. He continued
up to his little nipples, Jim took in his fingers the left one and licked
and sucked the right, then he change to others; Frankie trembled every
moment Jim touched him, his little dick jerking hard. Jim reached Frankie's
neck, and kissed and licked as he was sighing.  He separated from his
beautiful brother and looking into his eyes he kissed his red lips. Frankie
eagerly received his brother passionately, he opened his mouth and their
tongues swirled together. Jim broke their kiss and as a ray he engulfed
Frankie's dick and balls; Frankie instinctively opened his legs and started
to toss his head from side to side as the pleasure overtook him. Jim sucked
his little prick; his tongue rubbed tenderly the prick's head as he sucked
the shaft; Frankie closed his lovely eyes and started murmuring:

	"I love you John, I love you my." Jim noticed the spasms on his
little brother body and the increase of his breaths, assuming he was very
near of his climax. He also was very excited and needed a release. His
boyhood was very hard, so he touched himself spreading the abundant precum
over the head and shaft as he heard his little brother moans and sighs. He
then put his hands under Frankie's butt and lifted it to his face,
engulfing entirely his pack touching with his tongue Frankie
crotch. Frankie could not resist any more stimulation, as he held his
breathing and arched his hips; he was receiving the greatest feeling he had
ever experienced. Jim left only his left hand under Frankie's butt cheeks
and started stroking his own prick; he could not resist, he heard his
little brother moan:

	"Ahg!!!" For a moment Jim thought his brother would faint, but as
his climax subsided he sank onto the bed as he came back from orbit; he was
sweating because his young body was not used to this effort. With this
excitement Jim felt his orgasm quickly advancing from his groins, balls and
to the tip of his prick; he then dropped himself on top of his brother left
leg, his prick in Frankie's groin started to thrust wildly the boy's
belly. Only two or three thrusts were necessary as his body got rigid, his
breath stopped and he started spurting semen with a similar groan:

	"Ahg!!!" He abandoned himself engaged in his lust; he did not mind
where his spurts went. Frankie was still breathing hard. Jim lay on his
chest near his brother trying to recover his strength, also sweating. He
remained during near ten minutes without moving; then he raised and could
see Frankie was peacefully breathing and asleep as a rock; he looked to his
flaccid prick and the mess he had made on his little brother left groin and
belly. He licked and swallowed all his white clear cream, and then he
grabbed the bed blankets and sheets covering his brother and himself. He
cuddled beside Frankie and drifted to sleep. He thought for a moment that
his dad might find then together in the same bed and naked, but he had not
the strength to get up and move his brother to his bed. "Well, I'll find an
explanation in case I'm asked", he thought. He kissed Frankie's chest and
in a minute, he was as asleep as his little brother.

Frank and his wife arrived an hour later; he went upstairs and saw some
light in his boys room, it was a low voltage lamp on top of their
nightstand that kept since they were babies, thus not needing to put on the
main light, yet enough to see everything. He could see both boys asleep in
the same bed, cuddled; probably due to the warm of their bodies they had
instinctively dragged the covers down to Jim's chest, he thought: "I'll put
Frankie in his bed before his mom can see him, she does not like boys
together." She was a very good woman, but still a little bit
conservative. Frank dragged the covers even more in order to lift in his
hands Frankie's body.  He contemplated the beauty in front of him, and a
current of pride swept him: "his boy was so pretty, prettier than those
angels painted on the church's ceiling, the only difference is my Frankie
has black hair, on contrary of those in the church that always were painted
blond. If he were to be a girl, what a beautiful woman would have be!. But
now I prefer him as the boy he is." He thought. As he dragged down the
covers, a familiar smell overtook him, and much more when he lifted his
little son, it was semen. As he took his boy to his chest, he couldn't help
and kissed him lightly on his little red lips. Frankie was in another world
and at the touch of his father lips Frank could hear his son muttering "I
love you, John; I love my sweet." The boy stopped and Frank dropped his son
on the warm woollen mattress, he then covered him observing the boy little
penis was erected. He kissed his son on the forehead and slowly whispered
on his ear: "I love you, too, Frankie." He observed a light grin in his
beautiful face as he continued sleeping.

He went back to his elder son's bed where the smell came, he carefully
uncovered a little bit more Jim until he could see his penis. It was limp
with a mini drop of white clear stuff at the end; he touched it lightly and
smelled it. "Yes, my son is already a man, a lovely and handsome man who
would break more than a girl heart" he thought. "However, he is very tall
for his age and there is not any sign of puberty, he skin is as smooth as a
baby's, long eye lashes and short brown waved hair, even curlier than his
little brother." He kissed his sleeping peacefully son on the forehead,
covering him. "He's a little man, how lucky we are with these boys", he
thought, "Both, as himself, were devoted to his mother, his little doll!
Between his boys and himself carried out the most heavy part of the
housekeeping, washing, cleaning. under his mother instructions; she was
seriously sick, however nothing would happen if they helped; in fact, after
they married she had improved his health; how thankful he was to his elder
son!!" He put off the light, kissed again Jim's head and left the room. His
wife was looking at him from the door:

	"How are they, my man?

	"Perfect, we have a new man in the family, Frankie have had his
first wet dream", he lied "I was having some meditations about how lucky we
have been in spite of the bad times we have gone thru. Sometimes I think
that I should have had my children when I was younger, but unfortunately
you were not here, my lovely little doll." His wife understood her man, she
knew about his man past as the greatest playboy and Don Juan in some
kilometres around, and how he had cared her with so devotion!!.

	"I love you Frank, I love you, and would have given my life for
you. You cannot blame yourself; probably we have saved them from those
terrible times carved in our minds forever.  They have the future in front
of them and I'm absolutely sure they will be happy, and, believe it or not,
we will see their happiness." She kissed her husband and went to bed.

Chapter 3 - Bed confidences.
----------------------------

Frankie woke up, it was early but he found himself happy and rested. The
first lights of the dawn started to enter thru the window; his home was one
of the last houses in the way to John's farm and to the next village; he
could see from it, fields of orange trees, now near yellow, the house used
to belong to a farm now disappeared. He got up and went to pee; he was
naked but in his bed, it was strange but he did not mind. He returned under
the covers seeing how his weenie was still hard after peeing. All the
sudden came to his memory the sexual enjoyment he had had with his brother:
His dick started to become even harder, so he went to his brother's bed to
check how Jim was; he was peacefully sleeping on his back but he observed a
tent on the covers. He carefully yanked the blankets and saw that Jim still
was also naked and with his dick near pointing to the ceiling with an
angle. He grabbed it with his fist gripped round the shaft and slowly
started up and down; Jim moaned in his dream; he fondled the ball sack, now
soft and flaccid so that the balls slid thru his fingers. He wanted to
squeeze them but that would wake Jim up and he wanted his brother to enjoy
his caresses during his dream.

He sat on the bed and looked the mushroom head of his brother's cock; he
loved his brother and wanted him to enjoy, so slowly he approached his head
and engulfed in his mouth the slickly rod head, taking care with his
teeth. He sucked it absorbing the juice of precum oozing from it. After
several times Jim opened his eyes with a moan. Frankie stopped sucking his
brother and blushed. Jim stared with a smile to his little angel, extending
his arms inviting him to scoot up to his chest. Frankie left his task and
launched in his brother's arms. He hugged his brother very tight kissing
him tenderly on his face, forehead, and his hair.until the mouths met in a
long and tender kiss but not passionate but expressing loads of love. Jim
broke the kiss:

	"I love you Frankie, I love you very much. I like a lot what you
were doing, but I love much more your kiss of love, this is sex but that is
love." He then resumed the kissing but now with passion; Frankie dick was
on Jim belly near his navel, Jim was between Frankie's upper
thighs. Frankie closed his thighs so he could better feel his brother
member fucking them; meanwhile he was rubbing his cock against his brother
belly up and down, fucking his navel.  They were very close to climax, so
Jim stopped for a moment to cool out.

	"Why have you stopped Jim, it feels so good."

	"Because I want to prolong it as much as we can", with a smile he
continued: "and you were very close." His angel nodded. "Please, move
yourself down so our dick can be together, they also love each other"
Frankie smiled and taking his brother cheeks between his little hands he
kissed wildly his lips. They positioned as Jim told, soon the precum
expelled by the elder boy made a mess as they rubbed against each
other. Jim caressed his little brother butt cheeks as Frankie licked ands
sucked Jim's nipples. Soon a new fantastic climax was arriving as Jim
arched his hips and Frankie pushed up against his brother crotch, they
stopped breathing as a loud moan came thru their throats. Jim felt his
first shot of semen landing over his navel, the rest mixed with their
pricks. Frankie collapsed on top of his brother's chest, both boys gasping
to take as much air as possible. When they recovered Jim caressed his
little brother back and hair, kissing him tenderly. Frankie without lifting
his head said:

	"I love you Jim, I could not live without you." Jim hugged tenderly
his brother:

	"I love you, too, my little angel." They closed their eyes and soon
they were asleep again.

Round 8:30 Jim woke up, the streams of sun shining thru the window; his
little brother was still sleeping on his chest. He tenderly separated him
to his side and went for a pee and to clean himself of all the mess on his
crotch, fortunately nothing had dropped on the bed sheets since his load
was very small; he returned and contemplated the beauty of his little
brother, starting to kiss him all over his arms and legs in order to wake
him up. Frankie opened his eyes, extended his arms and kissed his brother.

	"Good morning Jim, is it the time?"

	"Yes, please get up, we must do our housekeeping works before dad
and mom get up" Frankie went for a pee and to clean himself, soon he
returned and he hugged his brother.

	"Can we stay naked Jim?, I love it."

	"No, we cannot; I think dad would not mind, but mom would."

	"John has told me that when they do not expect anybody, he remain
naked, even have dinner together naked, of course not his mom, but his dad
also likes it, especially when he returns in the evening and had a
bath. They sit down in the living room and then John jump onto his dad's
lap. He said that sometimes his weenie get hard against his dad's belly"

	"Does his dad make sex thing to him?"

	"Oh no!!, He told me that when he gets that hard he starts rubbing
his dad's tummy as he is sat on his lap; his dad helps him to get a release
by kissing and stroking his hair until he is finished. He said he never saw
his dad's cock hard; sometimes when his dad sees him hard, he puts some
music saying: "We must get your soldier to sleep." Normally when he is
done, his dad takes him and tucks into his bed.

	"Michael is a good man and he loves his son badly, as much as dad
love us."

	"I love them too, Jim. They are so a good family." Suddenly Frankie
said: "Jim, when I meet Francis' dad there, he always hug and kiss me
tenderly, as if I were his son or brother; I like it a lot the same as when
you hug me, it is a strange sensation. John says he feels a little jealous
of me; he never hugs or kisses him in the same way. Why?" Jim sighed; he
knew the answer but could not say anything; so he ruffled his brother hair
avoiding the reply.

	"Come on, it is getting late." Both boys dressed only in shorts
went downstairs to do their jobs. They peeked into their parent's room and
could see them peacefully sleeping; Frank was with his arms round his wife,
as protecting her from some one or something. "It is sweet to see how dad
loves mom and the sacrifice he is doing since they married, he could have
married any girl rich or poor in many kilometres around, he was the
handsomest man of this area."

	"How do you know that, Jim?"

	"Well, I'm not silly; mom sometimes said things when she believed I
was playing."

	"But they married when dad was near an old man!

	"Yes, you are right. However, many women know dad very well. For
example, my friend Robert's mom; told me a lot about dad, and also dad
himself told some months ago about his youth; so picking up here and there
I had a recollections about how his life has been up to now, and believe
me, it is much more interesting than many novels." The boys laughed.

	"Jim, can you tell me?"

	"Not now, I'll do step by step so you cannot be bored, as in the
story of "One thousands nights."

	"Please Jim."

	"Frankie, let's do our job, next time we are in bed relaxed I'll
start, now here you are your apron." Both boys wore an apron, Frankie
started sweeping the kitchen and rest of the rooms, Jim washed up all the
dirty dishes that were in the sink from the previous night, and after
rinsing them he put on a plate shelve. Frankie went upstairs carrying all
week dirty laundry and put in a special wooden sink for later cleaning by
his dad. After some more works, the house was clean and tidy except their
parent's room. It was past 10:00; both boys sat down in the kitchen, heated
milk and put malt in it, in those times coffee was an expensive product and
very difficult to obtain if not by contraband; they took a large piece of
bread each and put into the milk. They ate in silence and when had finished
Frankie asked his brother:

	"Jim how was dad at our age?"

	"I told you I'd tell you some other day."

	"Please" Frankie pleaded to his brother knowing the influence he
had over him.

	"Ok, but only this question." Frankie sighed and nodded as Jim
started. "During a raining day, I was in Robert's home helping him with
some maths problems; his grand mom was sat near us knitting, she is very
old, then suddenly she said: "Jimmy you are a pretty boy and your little
brother even more than you, but your dad was the most beautiful baby and
later boy I have ever seen." In those moments also Robert's mom sat down
with us and she added: "Your dad have been the handsomest boy and man in
this zone. All girls in the village sighed about him and were in platonic
love with him and his counterpart, Michael; including me. They never
disappointed a girl, but no one could catch your father. Michael was not as
handsomer, but he was that sort of person that always is needed, he was
joyful and always made people feel happy round him. They enjoyed their
youth a lot, however also they had their own problems."  Jim stopped seen
his brother with his mouth open waiting for more. "No more", he finished.
"Let's get ready mom and dad's breakfast, they came late last night and
must be hungry.  Frankie reluctantly said:

	"Ok, as soon as you can you must continue telling me dad's forays."
Jim nodded. He had already put fire to a vegetal charcoal cooker and placed
four bread slices on it. When the toasts were done, he put some olive oil
and honey; took two large cups and filled with milk and malt; Jim carried
the cups on a tray and Frankie the toasts on a plate. They went upstairs
and knocked on the door of their parent's room

	"Come in", Frank said. Both brothers entered in the room, they put
the tray and plate in the nightstand.

	"Good mornings." Jim approached his dad and Frankie his mom. When
Jim was kissing his dad, Frank, in a whisper said to his son:

	"Congratulations my little man!" Jim deeply blushed because his dad
never called him man like today, so he guessed he had already discovered he
had expelled his first semen; he continued: "Mom know it, so you don't need
to hide yourself, it is normal at your age and I was waiting for that." He
hugged his son tenderly.

	"Thanks dad for your understandings", and he kissed him. Then
Margaret that was also waiting for his elder son said:

	"Is it a question for men only? Or can a mother know what is going
on?" She opened her arms to Jim and she hugged him very tight: "My
beautiful young man, your next dress will be with long trousers." Jim again
got red and Frankie grinned at him. Then Jim said:

	"Dad, we have finished all our work except your room, can I go with
my friends?

	"Even if they were not done, today is a special day for you
Jim. I'll do the rest myself with Frankie's help. Jim again blushed and
said nothing. Frankie also took his dad's good predisposition:

	"Dad I would like to see John's family, it is now a long time that
I have not been in the farm and I would like to play with the rest of the
children." Frank gazed at his little doll, and she nodded.

	"Ok my beautiful boy. I'll tell you what we'll do. Mom is going to
pay a visit to a friend of her, so, if you don't mind, I'll accompany you,
I need to ask something to Michael and his son in law, Francis' dad.

	"That's great dad!" he shouted. I'll finish my tasks and as soon as
you are ready we will walk to the farm." The boys washed and dressed; Jim
as a Sunday, but Frankie in casual clothes in order to be free playing with
his friends. When Frank was ready, Jim left to meet his friends and Frankie
and his dad left for John's farm. He was thinking: "What a surprise I'll
give my little John, I love him." In half an hour they reached the main
gate of the farm, from there to the big house there were tall oak trees now
without leaves.

My mom saw ours friends; I was sat down on the couch in the living room
reading a book, I had not dressed since I got up and had breakfast, I did
not expect anyone coming until a little bit later that the twins and
Francis would come to play.

	"John, I think we have a lovely visit."

	"Who is it, mom?"

	"Frank and Frankie, they are just here." I forgot I was nude and
run to meet our friends; fortunately, Frank had stopped greeting dad. At
the same time the knock on the door was heard, I opened it, Frankie
surprised himself seeing me naked, his most adorable person as he used to
said, however I was so happy that I did not realise about my nakedness. We
hugged so joyful that we did not say anything. After the first impression
Frankie said:

	"John, you are naked and someone could see you like that."

	"Oh! You are right. Come on upstairs." I then shouted mom: "Mom
I'll stay in my room with Frankie for a little while", but Frankie said:

	"I'll meet you there; I must greet your mom." I rushed upstairs
meanwhile Frankie was kissing mom. My dick started to grow, so as soon as
Frankie entered I locked the door. I could also see the tent forming on his
shorts.

	"Why are you locking the door?" he innocently asked. I took his
hands in mine, and looking into his large black eyes, I said:

	"Frankie, my dick is hard and yours too; I don't want anyone seeing
us like that. I have been dreaming for this moment since sometime ago."
Both kept silence and I saw some water forming in Frankie eyes. I did not
know what to say or what to do, so I tried: "Frankie, I, I, I. he then
stopped me:

	"I love you, too, John. I love you very much." I did not expect
that explosion of love; I hugged my friend very tight and kissed him many
times round his face. He took my bare arms round him and his round my back,
caressing my hair and kissing my neck and my face.

	"Please Frankie, take off your clothes, I want to touch you and you
to touch me as much as you want; I love you, I'm all the time thinking
about you and only wanting to stay, play, chat with you." He did not doubt
it for a second, he removed his clothes and both nude hugged again and
kissed. I badly wanted to kiss his red little lips but I still was a little
bit shy since he might reject that. We sat on the bed and again we started
exploring and caressing each other. I reached his dick and started to jerk
him off, he then said:

	"John, I love you and I'm going to teach you what I have learnt
from Jim; I want you to enjoy as much as I did with him. Please lay down on
your back and take your arms under your head." I was a little taken aback,
but he was the master and I obeyed him. He started licking my thighs, then
my balls missing my prick. He did more or less, what Jim had done to him
that very morning, but when he engulfed my dick into his mouth, it was so
great that I near yielded.

	"Oh Frankie!." He seemed not to notice my excitement and in a few
moments he sent me over the stars. He had to put his hand on my mouth to
muffle my loud groan. I lay on the bed as he started to kiss my dick and my
belly. When he reached my face, I dragged him and kissed his beautiful
face. Once I was recovered I said. "Oh Frankie that was wonderful, I love
you, but I notice that you are still hard."

	"Yes, I had not released, but we will do it in a different way, I
have done it this morning with Jim." By then he was on top of me; he
started rubbing his crotch against mine. He stopped a moment and spate on
our hard dicks; he started grinding and moving up and down; soon my weenie
was again at full speed. Then I turned him round so he was on his back and
I was on top of him. I saw my beautiful friend under me, I kissed
repeatedly his chest and I licked and sucked his nipples several times. We
were breathing heavily as our climax approached, half a minute later he
arched his hip and I pushed up my dick as our breathing stop. We hugged
very tight as that wonderful and lovely feeling hit our young bodies. We
collapsed; I slid to his side and when we recovered, I said:

	"Thank you Frankie; that was the most beautiful thing I ever did. I
love you and will always love you."

	"I love you, too, John. I love your face, your eyes and specially
that lovely tuft on your forehead." He then kissed my forehead. "I thought
you might not love me, but Jim told me: Don't worry Frankie, John loves
you, I have seen it in his eyes when he looks at you."

	"And he was right. We have been friends for a long time, but since
a few months ago it has been different; I don't know what happened to me,
but I started to see you differently, I loved how you move, how you speak,
in summary everything you did."

	"John, it happened the same to me. I envied your nephews when they
left for your farm together with you, I would have liked to be one of them
and be hand in hand with you all the way talking to you."

	"I love you Frankie. We can be here hand in hand all the time, no
one mind it; there is nobody to say dirty words, as fag, to us because we
love each other. We are not that sort Frankie, I love you and you love me,
that's all; if that means I'm a queer. well, I don't mind..." I bent my
head because I felt a blur on my eyes, but I felt my friend pulling up my
chin, he looked deeply into my eyes, I think he reached my heart. He wiped
away my tears.

	"You are the most beautiful person in the world for me. I don't
mind either what anyone could think about what we are. I love you my little
John."

	"I love you my little Frankie." We hugged tenderly, our passion has
already been satisfied and we eagerly wanted to be together and to play
together, as any child that felt being loved. "Let dress, fetch the twins
and Francis and play together." Hand in hand, we run to Francis' home, I
expected to find my sister Angela and her children and my brother in law,
Tomas. He was very busy, he had a company in the city with a partner on
electric business and he often was out. My sister Angela had at the time
another two children, a beautiful boy of seven, (Joan), and a newcomer
expected within a few months. I loved all of them; especially my sister
that was my favourite and she knew this fact. Frankie had not seen them
since a couple of months. When we entered, my sister received me as usual,
lifting me from the floor and hugging me with the complacence of my little
angel Francis; as soon as she saw Frankie she hugged and kissed him on the
cheeks, as he was a little shy with my sisters he blushed; she then said in
a loud voice:

	"Here we are the two beauties of the village!." I was used to those
expressions from my sister, so it did not surprise me. But suddenly
appeared Tomas, my brother in law:

	"Where are those beauties?" He hugged me, then he looked at
Frankie, they gazed each other, he tussled his hair, and tenderly kissed
and hugged him; I felt a pang of jealousy.  Frankie remained during some
seconds in their hug until my little angel Francis said:

	"Uncle John, let's fetch the twins." They broke their hug and we
rushed outside; Frankie again took my hand and Francis'. Soon we joined the
twins and his brothers and sisters. My sister Lucia, twin Manuel's mother,
had also two twin boys of 8, and my sister Rosemary, twin Louis' mother, a
boy of 6 and a girl of 2. My nephew oldest girls were now 12, with lovely
little sprouts coming out from their chests. Sometimes they caught me
looking at their little breasts.  Frankie also liked a lot that lovely
view. All boys and girls started to play on the grass near the houses; it
was a warm and sunny morning.

	"Frankie, they have lovely teats, aren't they"

	"Sure John, I love that, my dick would start getting hard if I
continue looking at them."

	"Let's play and forget it." All children joined in a large ring; I
was giving my right hand to Frankie and my left to Francis. Frankie was
giving his hand to me and to Angela eldest girl, but immediately came a
little lovely boy, Joan and cut the ring, taking his right hand to his
sister and his left one to Frankie. He giggled to him a little bit shy, but
soon they got into the play. We played for a long time; I could see dad
speaking to Frank; and little bit later my brother in law, Tomas talking to
Frank with his arm over Frank shoulders as they walked into the trees where
I could not see them. Some time later my three sisters joined the ring, so
the whole family was together, except little Louis' sister that was in the
arms of my mom. That was a memorable morning. We remained playing,
laughing, running until it was near noon. Frank returned advising Frankie
that was time to return home. Kisses and hugs displayed again; Francis' dad
hugged Frank and kissed Frankie who blushed again. However, when they were
near the gate with my dad, he said:

	"Ah, Frank, I forgot something" Both friends looked at each
other. Frank knew it was a trick but he could not say anything. Addressing
to me my dad said: "Please John, bring that little parcel that is in your
room." I took Frankie's hand and we rushed to the big house. In fact, I had
arranged the trick with dad, mom and Frankie; he knew what the parcel
contained; a velveteen dress, windcheater and long trousers. Frankie said:

	"I think Jim will be mad when he sees them, he love velveteen, he
will feels as a man" I put the parcel on the bed, I took my friend's hands,
and we looked each other into our eyes.  Without saying a single word, we
hugged tenderly kissing each other on the cheeks. "I love you, John" he
said. A stirring started in my groins.

	"I love you, my little Frankie." We hugged again. "Let's go, they
are waiting for us. Give Jim a great hug on my behalf and thanks for his
teachings." Frankie grinned and we run downstairs. We reached them, dad
then said to his blood-bonded brother.

	"Frank, this is our present for Jim as he is a little man." Frank
interrupted him.

	"How do you know.

	"I know what, Frank? Frank realised that his friend had made the
present because he presumed Jim would be a man soon.

	"Nothing Michael, forget it." We broke our hands and I said:

	"Thanks for bringing Frankie, Frank." He approached me, kneeled and
kissed me as he said in a whisper:

	"I know you love each other as your dad and I did in the past." I
blushed but he was already walking taking his son's hand. Frankie turned
his head and waved saying goodbye.

Chapter 4 - Revelations
-----------------------

My sister Angela and her husband Tomas saw from their house how the group
disappeared behind the gate in the road to the village. Their children had
gone to play. She took her husband's hand and kissed him on the lips. She
adored her man.

	"Tomas, I have noticed something whenever you hug that little boy,
Frankie." He kept silence during some moments as he was reeling back some
lost memories; Angela continued: "I think he also feels something about
you."

	"Angela, probably your heart has discovered something to you that
needs to be clarified.  Please, let's sit down on the couch." He dragged
his wife to the living room; and sat.

	"What is it, my man?"

	"Probably sometimes you heard gossips that we never talked about
because they were not important for us, because our love was what mattered
and you never doubted or asked me anything." He paused for some seconds
waiting his wife would ask something; but she kept in silence as he
continued: "That little lad is my half brother, Angela; and I think he felt
something that he cannot explain himself, but probably he would ask and
eventually find out." Angela was surprised, but kissed her husband
encouraging him to continue. "The first time I directly contacted my dad I
was six." He paused because he waited his wife would ask; then she did:

	"Your dad? But you had him everyday at home!"

	"No Angela, he was my official father, I always called him Father
but never dad."

	"Oh, I see." He then continued:

	"After my 6th birthday my mother took me to the school as every
mother or father did with their child of my age. I clearly remember him,
very strong, tall and not dressed as a formal teacher, but as a wonderful
and powerful man, covering his strong chest with a short sleeves shirt, no
jacket; no moustache; no beard; he was a man, not a teacher, I thought. He
received us. Mom talked to him with her head bent down avoiding his sight;
then he said:

	"Please, Tomas, sit down on the first row, on that desk with
Peter." Mom left and I looked at the door and then to the big man, I met
his smile and large eyes looking at me, giving me strength in my new
situation. I forgot my fears and my mom and started my tasks. That first
day nothing else happened except that, when I tried to look at him I always
met his eyes and his smile. After that day, I noticed he was affectionate
with me, always trying to help me, to teach me; he ruffled my blond hair
and my back when I left for the following day. I did not say anything to
mom, only that I wanted eagerly the next day to come to go to the school;
very unusual for a child of six. His caresses increased as he helped me; he
sat down near me and I smiled at him; I felt comfortable and learning very
quick, he seemed very happy and proud with my presence.  Our friendship
increased and I always delayed myself, leaving the classroom the last
one. As you know, we had classes even on Saturday morning. One of those
days, as he was preparing to close the doors, I said:

	"Sir, I would like today were Monday and not Saturday." He kneeled
in front of me, looked into my eyes and asked:

	"Why, Tomas? I doubted but I dared to say:

	"Because I like the school and to be with you." Before he could
react, I kissed him on the cheek and left running to the door. I rushed to
my house without stopping, it was not far, only five houses separated from
school, at that time it was the last street on the road to this farm and
the school had only two classes, one for boys and one for girls. My little
heart was beating into my chest; and I blushed only to think what I had
done; but I felt happy, very happy.  On Monday I got up early in order to
be in the school the first one to arrive, I wanted the other boys did not
see me to blush when I met him. As soon as the door opened, I entered, he
looked at me and again he kneeled; I kissed him and he kissed me saying:
"Good morning Tomas."  That was right the beginning. When he needed a boy
to order books, to clean a chair or anything, I was a volunteer to do the
job. My heart wanted his caresses, to be with him. He always had little
attentions with me, a pencil, a notebook, a tales book, little things that
conquered my heart, needed of a dad's affection. After some months, I had
learnt to read. I learnt during a few months what normally took near two
years to most of the children. Of course, I still read with some
difficulty. One spring day, near the summer, I wanted to read a tale, but
there were some words that I could not understand; during the break, I
remained on my desk. He was sat down reading on a book and watching me;
then he said:

	"Tom, don't you go out for the break?" My little heart jumped in
joy when he used that short name when nobody was there; I knew right there
he loved me and preferred from any boy in the school.

	"No, it is more interesting this tale, but there are some words I
cannot understand."

	"Come here and I'll explain them to you." I got up and went to his
desk; he took me from my chest and sat on his lap. I felt so happy. when he
thought other boys would return, he kissed me on my cheek, fondled my hair
and said: "now you can continue yourself." I sat on my desk and I looked at
him; he grinned at me and I grinned back to him. I that moment I wanted to
hug him and kiss him all round his face. but he was only my teacher. Time
passed quickly and summer arrived. It was hot and I could not see
him. "Where is he?" I asked myself. I played sometimes near the school and
his house that formed a single building. I thought: "what does he do when
there is no school?" I was seven and September came and again the school. I
was the first to enter, I wanted to hug him, but there were all new boys
and mothers waiting, so I looked at him and he looked at me smiling, as
saying: "be patient, later." The first break came and all boys rushed
outside. A door connected his house with the classroom and he disappeared
thru it. When nobody was in the room I went thru the door, he was waiting
for me kneeled. I launched myself into his arms and I hugged and kissed
him, as I wanted to do since the school had closed. He did the same; he
fondled my hair my back and kissed my forehead and cheeks.

	"I love you sir, I have missed you a lot" He tenderly separated me
and looking into my eyes, he said:

	"I love you too, Tom, I have missed you a hip."

	"Sure you missed me?

	"Yes I did." He then kissed me again and added. "But if the other
boys see us they may envy you and think that I'm not fair with them,
because I love all my pupils" but he immediately added "But not as much as
I love you." I smiled satisfied, I did not want to share his love with
anyone, but he continued: "Since we love each other you cannot call me
"Sir" when we are alone, you can call me Frank; however this is our secret
little Tom; no one, do you hear me, no one must know that we love each
other. Do you understand?

	"Yes Sir" He looked at me smiling "Yes Frank", I repeated. He
hugged and kissed me and we entered in the classroom, the boys started to
return from the break. Some weeks passed and we established the trick I
would enter in his house when the last boy had left at the end of the day,
or in the break. We then caressed, kissed and talked about many things a
boy of seven could do. I was terrible happy and mom could not understand
why. I was near eight when one day I was trying to read a difficult
paragraph and I found some difficult words, but instead of start asking in
that moment I waited until the break came:

	"Frank I don't understand these words, please can you." I
approached his desk, he lifted me on his lap to read with me, but I moved
down again. He was terrible shocked, I noticed the fears in his eyes, so I
extended my arms and kissed his cheek. He then sighed and asked me:

	"Have you hurt yourself?" I doubted to answer but I said:

	"No, I did not, my father spanked me last Saturday evening with his
belt because I spilt some milk. I cannot sit down." I noticed how the
muscles of his face got hard and the pencil he had in hands broke into two
parts, I heard him murmuring:

	"Oh my God. Why? Why?" He wanted to comfort me because he saw my
tears coming out. He hugged and kissed me; then he said: "Take this cushion
and put it on your desk, don't explain it to anyone, fortunately your pal
that sits down near you is sick; when we finish you remain in your desk
until I close the door." I did as he told me. When he locked the door, took
me in his arms lifting me to his chest. I started crying as he caressed my
neck and kissed me repeatedly. "Take it easy son, please don't cry", but
that even made me to cry harder. He sat on the large couch with me in his
arms; he had already lit a fire on the fireplace that lighted the
room. When I was calmed down he looked at me and kissed my cheek
again. "Please Tom, turn around" . He then took my shirt up, then my pants
to my butt and touched the large bluish bruises. I squirmed in pain. "Oh my
God, how a man can be so. to do this to an angel?" He kissed my back
several times, replaced my clothes and turning around again he hugged me
very tight. I could not stop crying; he kept me for several minutes to his
chest until he felt I was quiet and calmed. He tenderly separated me and
kissed me again on the forehead:

	"I love you, Frank." I said to him still with tears on my face. "My
father is always drunk on Saturdays."

	"I love you too, son." I loved that word that I had never heard
from my father, he continued: "Tom, I want you to hear me
carefully. Listen, you should never argue your father; he used to be a good
man, I wonder why he has become into an animal. If you think he is going to
spank you, you must fly away; your house is not far from here and both
houses are facing the fields; so if you run thru the back no one would be
able to see you neither find out where you are going." He pointed out to a
back door as he continued. "That door faces to the yard and I will always
leave open. You can easily access to the yard; so you must run as much as
you can and enter into this house. If I'm here you will be absolutely safe,
but if not, lock all doors, enter in my bedroom and hide under the bed
covers until I return. Is it clear for you?."

	"Yes, it is", then looking at him very careful I took his face
between my little hands and I kissed him on the lips. He was taken aback
and asked me:

	"Why have you kissed me like that?"

	"Because my mom told me once that we must kiss a person on the lips
when I love that person a lot, and I love you a lot. I much would like that
you were my dad." I could not end the phrase. He hugged me very tight; then
he tenderly separated me from him and kissed me on the lips.

	"I love you a lot my little angel. I'll tell you what we are going
to do: You will consider me as you dad and I will consider you as my son,
but only when nobody is present, if someone can see us, you will be Tomas
and I will be your teacher." I hugged him as tightly as I could.

	"Oh dad, my dad, I love you."

	"My little son, my angel son", he answered. He filled me with
kisses and I filled him the same. I think there was not any part of my face
that this memorable evening was not kissed. We remained on the sofa united
seeing the fire, then he said:

	"Son, you must go to your other home. Ah! moreover: you don't need
to be spanked to come here, you can come any time that you want, but you
must be very, very careful. No one must see you, otherwise our secret would
be known and we might get in trouble.

	"Don't worry dad, I will be invisible, I know how to do it. I
kissed him and he kissed me with a sigh, then I said: "Dad, you have cured
all my bruises, I feel nothing." He kissed me again and I took the back
door to return home. When I arrived mom asked me where I had been, I said:
"playing alone, as usual".

Time elapsed quickly, I continued visiting him, I would say near
everyday. The procedure was always different, but I enjoyed being on my
back on the old couch with my head on his lap, especially in cold days; he
always had something to read. We spent hours and hours reading; he brought
me adventures' books. I eagerly read about Gulliver's journeys, pirates on
the Indian seas, Captain Nemo's submarine y and many others. He taught me
how to use a dictionary when I did not understand the meaning of a
word. Being nine y/o, I was too young for those sorts of books, but I could
read easily anything. My dad was very proud of me showing as an example to
the other kids, encouraging them to learn; he used to say:

	"You all are as clever as Tomas, so if he did you can also do, you
can be sure of that."  He irradiated confidence and self-esteem. Many
others followed his instructions and he received congratulations from the
academic authorities for this. He never spanked or humiliated a boy; when
he was forced to punish a boy, he would take him to stay into the classroom
until all boys have gone to tell him what his punishment was, but never in
front of his pals and friends. Children sometimes can be very smart. I
needed and enjoyed with my dad caresses and love; I noticed that when my
father spanked me, he seemed to love me much more, especially when he saw
my bruises, he kissed me and hugged me more. Of course, I was wrong. One
day that he noticed some contusions he said:

	"Tom, has he spanked you again?."

	"Yes dad."

	"Why didn't you run to here? Did he force you?

	"No dad, he didn't; I remain quiet as he dropped his belt on me, I
could have run but I did not."

	"But why, my son? I doubted for a moment.

	"Because I love you a lot, dad." He was astonished as I continued
"You love me more when my father spanks me, so I prefer to suffer his
strokes because later I will be compensated with your kisses." He hugged me
very tight and kissed me, when he separated me I saw a couple of tears on
his cheeks. I also was close to start sobbing because I noticed he was
suffering. He looked into my eyes for a long minute; he hugged me again,
and said:

	"Tom, please, you should never, never do it again. I love you the
same and I'll give you all kisses and hugs that you want. Don't you realise
that when you suffer I suffer as well? When I see the bruises on your back
I would have liked to receive them instead of you. You will fully
understand this when you grow and have your own children. Listen my son, a
dad is not only to put seeds inside a woman and have a baby; it is much
more than that; it is to love that baby and when he or she grows; even, if
necessary, to give his own life to save his child. I would kill anyone to
save you; I would gladly give my life to save yours, do you understand? He
paused. I could not resist my dad explanations; I started to cry
inconsolable; he hugged me again and kissed me many times until I stopped
sobbing. I did not realise in that moment he was also telling me that he
was my truly dad and therefore, he loved me immensely.

I helped him to clean the house, to wash-up dishes. He taught me how to
make an omelette, to prepare toasts, to make coffee, to fry eggs, and many
others things. He was and he is very clean, the house was very tidy,
clothes clean; I remember that the bed sheets were as white as snow. He
said:

	"Tom, you must take care of your body, a clean body is a healthy
one, now that there are so many sicknesses. To prevent any contamination
from lice and similar, clothes must be boiled out, this will kill
anything." Those were the happiest days with him; I would have liked to
spread the news saying everybody "This is my dad to whom I love and he
loves me!!"; that was the only dark point in my heart. He loved hiking and
mountain climbing, so secretly and when my father was out, he took me to
the mountains showing me the trees, naming them, rocks and type of them;
these short trips fascinated me. I loved winter because I stayed longer
with my dad, normally he would close the door and I remained inside with
him; when we finished our cleaning tasks, he would set the fire and extend
a blanket near it; then he would prepare a glass of milk and some biscuits
for me. I laid down on my tummy reading and he sat down near me with his
back against an armchair, massaging my shoulders and caressing my hair that
was a little big long because he liked it, whenever it was clean; most of
the boys had his hair very short to prevent lice. We stayed for hours
chatting and reading, and then we kissed and hugged until next day.

A Sunday evening my father came drunk as usual, he started calling mom
whore and many other strong words, as I tried to defend her I told him:

	"She is not a whore, you are a bastard!"

	"Me a bastard? He got his belt and stroke me on my left shoulder
and back, but he could not catch me as he proposed himself. Following my
dad's instructions I run, I hided near his house during a few minutes, I
was scared and cold; when I realised no one could see me, I jumped into the
yard and I close the doors. I went upstairs I put my boots under the bed
and I lay under the covers. I was terrible frightened, but I recalled the
word of my dad "you are safe here." That comforted me, and after some
minutes, I was asleep. Some hours later dad came and found me in his bed;
he undressed himself and me and got under the covers protecting me.  I woke
up some hours later and I found his strong arm round me, warming me. I felt
very happy and comfortable; I did not try to move in spite I needed to pee,
so I got asleep again. I had a beautiful dream that I was running with him
hand in hand thru lovely hills, we jumped from one hill to another and he
giggled as I run far and came back to hug him, then we flew from one cloud
to another like sea birds. At 6:00 a.m. I got up because my bladder was
full of pee, after near eleven hours in bed. I was on my underwear, but the
house was not cold, or at least I felt that. I was hungry, so, after
peeing, I wore an apron as dad did, lighted the cooker charcoal fire and
put some milk to heat, meanwhile I washed my face and combed my hair on the
mirror. I saw a happy boy there, I made a mock to him with my tongue and
left. I prepared a slice of bread and dropped the hot milk on a bowl, I
mixed the bread with sugar into the milk; It was fantastic how it
tasted. It has been the first time that I had slept with my
dad. Fortunately, I did it many times; whenever I saw my father drunk, I
would fly into my dad's house, my home, until the next morning.

When I finished, I cut two large bread slices and put on the fire; I
prepared a wooden tray, took a clean bowl and I filled with hot milk. I put
the toasts on a plate, carefully smeared them with olive oil and some
sugar. All of this on the tray, I went upstairs. My dad was still asleep;
he had come a few hours before. I put the tray on the nightstand and I
jumped on the bed, starting kissing and kissing him, he woke up, extended
his strong arms and hugged me very tight, however as he touched my back the
bruise hurt and I moaned in pain:

	"My lovely and beautiful son, sorry I hurt you. Did he beat you
again?"

	"Yes but only once because I called him bastard"

	"Tom! That is not a word for a little boy" I bent the head.

	"Sorry dad, but he called very strong words to mom and me, I could
not help."

	"Never mind, son; you run here as I told you, that's what matters."

	"I love you dad" I hugged and kissed him; he then turned his head
and saw the tray. He looked at me very happy and proud, as his son had
learnt his lections. He kissed me several times and I felt in the heaven.

	"I must pee, but I'll be here in a second. Put off that apron; you
don't need it in bed. I heard him peeing and washing his hands. "Did you
have your milk, son?

	"Yes dad, I did" He ate all, cleaned his hand with a serviette and
dropped again under the covers.

	"Still it is a little bit early, so we can have a nap" I cuddled
facing him, my head resting on his strong shoulder feeling the warmth of
his body, I was in the heaven within my dad's arms.  He hugged and kissed
my forehead, and then said:

	"Tom, I don't think we can sleep anymore, but we can chat."

	"Oh yes dad, I have been sleeping for near twelve hours." He took
my little palms, kissed both and carried them to my face, and then he
kissed me on the lips.

	"Tom, these are three kisses at the same time because I want to say
you something very important, now that you are near ten." I thought for a
second he would say I must go or something else and my eyes started to
blur. He guessed it and hugged me; then he separated me a .little and took
my face between his strong hands. "No son, I'll never leave you because a
truly dad never leaves a truly son" Now I understood his concerns:

	"Dad, do you mean that you." I could not end the phrase because
something came to my throat and I could not stop my tears running from my
eyes. I dropped myself on his chest and I noticed how he was making a great
effort to prevent tears that I could see in his eyes. He kissed my hair
many times as he continued:

	"Yes my son, you are not a bastard, I'm your truly father and dad
and I will be forever.  That man that spanks you has nothing to do with
you; you are not his son. When you are a little bit older I'll explain you
why I did not marry your mom" I still was sobbing on his chest. He made a
gap between both and kissed me repeatedly until I was quiet. Then between
final sobs I asked:

	"Daddy, does it mean that I can tell everybody that you are my
dad?" He kissed me again.

	"I wouldn't mind at all, but we do not live in a large town like in
the city. Your official father used to be a good man and he belongs to a
good and honest family; if we spread the news, he and all his family would
suffer the mocks of the people; the same would your mom's family. Do you
think it is worthwhile doing it? We would gain nothing except our
satisfaction, but we would hurt many persons to whom we cannot blame. Do
you understand, my son?

	"Not all, but I don't mind if I can love you knowing that you are
my truly dad, so no one could say that I'm a bastard. I cannot understand
why my father and mom's families would be offended, I have done nothing to
them, I have only received spanks from him."

	"They all love you too, my son. Did they reject you any time?"

	"No, never; on contrary, when I meet them anywhere they kiss me."

	"Then, do you think we should hurt them?.

	"No daddy, but I love you too much." I grinned and hugged my dad,
filling his face with my kisses. He then started kissing and tickling
me. He started from my toes, my knees, my thighs, my tummy, my nipples:
then raising my arms he kissed my armpits causing me giggling
uncontrollably; he finally kissed me on the lips.

	"It is enough my little lad." He got out the bed, but I jumped on
his back and he again dropped on the bed and started again tickling and
kissing me. I don't know why but my little weenie had formed a tent on my
underwear; he saw it and said: "Ah! Your little soldier also wants to be
kissed. Ok, I don't want any complaint." He dragged my underwear down and
kissed my dick on the top, then covered it again. "I hope he is now
satisfied." We laughed and joked for a while. I don't think any boy of my
age could be on those moments happier than I was. It was time to open the
school. We dressed and opened the door. Some minutes later the boys started
to fill the classroom as a new week started.

I was terrible happy when arrived home; mom watched me carefully, she was
sad, very sad, she had a black eye and some contusions on her arms, I
jumped on her lap and kissed her, she hugged me tenderly and kissed me.

	"You look very happy, my son. Why? Where have you been? Your dad
spanked you before you could get away, however you still are content." She
had reminded me the events, besides she called his husband "my dad". That
made me near to explode in range when I compared with the lovely wakeup of
that morning in my dad's house.

	"He is not my dad and you know that. I hate him!!. When I get older
he won't dare to touch you, I promise!!

	"Is that what your dad teaches you, hate?" I was astonished by her
revelation; she finally admitted who was my dad. I approached her and
kissed tenderly, hugging her not very tight, because I knew she had been
seriously spanked.

	"Mom, please, please, don't say that, I love you and I love my
truly dad. He, on contrary of what you may think, is telling me that my
father used to be a good man and, above all, I have to respect him and his
family. You are not being fair. what do you think I'll do when he spanks me
and call you those terrible words?" She for an answer hugged me to her
chest.

	"You are too old for your age, my son; you have started to suffer
too soon."

	"No mom, you are wrong. The pain I have received from him is
nothing, compared with the love I have received from my dad; I'm glad and
very proud to have a dad like him. Only a kiss from him heals all my
bruises, and he gives me all kisses that I want; but mom, I also love you
too much and I cannot bear to see you being spanked, I can't." I started to
cry on his lap and a happy day was being converted into a gloomy
one. Between sobs I added: "Do you know he never spanks or humiliates a
boy? Even he convinces mean boys without touching them, to the point they
apology other boys without my dad being present. They all love their
teacher. She dried her eyes.

	"Well my son, let's have lunch, we can be happy at least until next
Friday." I told my mom what we had done: the things we did in the school;
how we learnt and read all those books. Yet I did not mention anything
about the intimated moments with my dad, the jokes, caresses and happy
times I had with him; that was our mutual life and I did not want to share
with anybody, even with my mother. I recognize I was selfish, but I loved
and still love my dad too much." Angela pressed his husband arm and
tenderly kissed him, encouraging him to continue.

	"It was November 5th, Friday. That evening he shut the door and we
started our mutual living activities free from any outsight; the normal
ways of a son and his dad fallen in love each other; jokes, tickling,
laughs, etc. while he worked and I helped to clean the house. When we were
finished and cuddled in the old couch in front of the fire he said:

	"Tom, tell your mom that tomorrow, after the class, you will lunch
here with me; she must agree." I answered him full of enthusiasm:

	"Oh, sure dad, it will not be any problem!. I love being the whole
evening with you; we will read a lot and you must tell me some more
stories."

	"Ok, son; now return home; I have seen some lighting in the sky and
probably it will start raining within a few minutes. Come on, hurry up." I
quickly run home. Mom was sat down writing something, I kissed her, and
full of joy I asked whether I could stay for lunch with my dad next day as
he had asked me. She nodded. I kissed her, but she seemed not very pleased;
next day was Saturday and my father would be there. He never asked about
me, but if he did and I was not there he might have the justification to
start quarrelling.

	"Thanks mom, I'll be here before nightfall." The following day I
was anxious that classes were over to join my dad in the premises. He
closed the door, opened his arms and as usual he kissed me. He had set up
the table near the fire, with two plates and two candles that he lighted.
It was very dark outside and we heard the thunder far away. I thought the
display was special; he never did it before, but I loved enigmas. We ate in
silence trying to guess the meaning of that special lunch. When it was
over, we cleared the dishes and removed the table. He sat on the armchair
and as he opened his arms, I jumped into his lap with my head on his
chest. I said nothing, but my heart was beating, finally he said:

	"I suppose you are intrigued about the display of the lunch."

	"You can bet for it, dad; but you have told me many times to keep
curiosity out of my mind. I can't but I try"

	"Good boy. Do you know what day is today?

	"It is Saturday, I'm not sure which day, I do not count them."

	"I have to do it for you. Today is 6th November, and you are ten,
my little lad. It is your birthday!" Before I could answer him, he kissed
me on the lips quickly and hugged me very, very tight. Congratulation my
son!!.

	"Oh dad, I had forgotten it." I put my arms round his neck, hanged
and I kissed him on the lips and round his face. Mom had also forgotten
this day, however my dad did not; only a dad that loved his son would do
it. On the other hand, in those difficult times birthdays were only
celebrated by upper classes, however we were something special.

	"Thank you dad; I love you; no one ever told me" He then said:

	"As rich people used to do, I have a little present for you. I
wonder if you will like it or not."

	"I'm sure I will. However, we are not rich, aren't we?

	"We are very rich in love, my son." He motioned to a chair "That
parcel is for you" I jumped and caught the parcel, trembling with emotions
I unwrapped it. It was a book, a lovely book that I had mentioned my dad
many times: "The treasure's Island." I left the book and I jumped on top of
my dear dad. I don't remember how many kisses I gave him, but many.

	"Do you like it?" He asked.

	"You well know that I wanted it since I started to read. You are a
naughty man, dad. Do you know that?" He hugged me and kissed my hair, now
too long, but he liked it because he said it was a beautiful silky hair and
was a pity not to enjoy it, in spite of lice contamination. I opened the
book and in a blank page he had written: "To my dearest son Tomas on his
10th birthday."  "I'll wrap it in order it is not soiled.

	"I have left a blank space in order your mom can write anything, if
she likes it."

	"Sorry dad, but it is your present, not hers; therefore I'll keep
as it is." He did not say anything, but I felt he disagreed. I lay on the
blanket and I started to read the prologue. It was a big book but written
with large printed characters for children to read. We spent that lovely
afternoon ignoring the terrible storm that would carve our lives
forever. We heard the thunders and lighting and some drops of rain, dad
then said:

	"Tom, you better go now before rain starts, it is very dark and
within a few minutes will be night" I did not argued. I kissed and hugged
him. I took the book and run to my house. I entered full of joy looking for
my mom without noticing my father was in there.

	"Mom, mom; look at this book; it is my dad's present!! Do you know
that today is my birthday? A strong hand took the book from my hands and
threw it to one corner:

	"You are a bastard and much more who gave you that stupid book" I
faced him full of rage and shouted at him:

	"It is not a stupid book, you are an ignorant, and I'm not a
bastard because my own dad gave it to me!!!." Full of rage, he then took
off his belt and started beating me saying:

	"I'll give you different books, son of the bitch!!!. I could not
run away from him because I was in the corner trying to recover the
book. He was furious striking me; I put my little arms to cover my face and
I received the beats on them. Mom reacted from her prostration and tried to
hold his hand:

	"Stop beating my son, you will kill him. He's only a child!" He
turned round to her as a jailed tiger.

	"You whore and your bastard son. I'll kill both of you tonight!!. I
was crying but I could not see that. I jumped on his back trying to stop
him. Outside, it started to rain heavy with thunders and lighting, as a
prelude of the drama. He was drunk but had enough strength to throw away a
child of ten. He got me from the long hair with one hand and gave me a hard
slap on my face; the blood started to run to my mouth and neck. I do not
know how, but I launched my leg to him and my boot got his target on his
balls. He yelled in pain and bent his body leaving my hair. As soon as I
felt free, I flew away looking for someone and help. I was terrified; I
thought he would follow me to kill me. I run in the mid of heavy rain and
thunders; all doors were closed; I could not see any light. I run and run
thru the village's streets, crying and shouting for help, but no one
appeared; one of my feet got against a stone, I stumbled and fell into a
mud and water puddle. I got up and in agony; I run again. Suddenly, in my
blur, I saw a light and an open door; I entered as a hurricane inside
covered with blood and mud:

	"Help! Help! Please. Help!" Two strong arms took me as I fainted."
It was my dad that was arranging some books on a shelf.

	"Oh my God!!!, if you really exists, why do you permit this to a
child?!!!. He took me in his arms, placed me on the couch and closed all
doors. He took off all my clothes, boots and socks tossing on the floor; he
then wrapped me in a blanket and placed near the fire. My body started with
spasm, trembling, he put me against his chest trying to give me all his
life and warmth while he cleaned my face of mud and blood; my nose had
stopped bleeding, however it was purple. I reacted with his warmth and
closed my eyes still trembling and scared, but I heard my dad voice:

	"Tom, my son; you are safe, you are safe!" I opened my eyes and saw
his face, I started to cry. Barely I could articulate a word among sobs:

	"Dad, dad, where were you? I looked for you and I could not find
you." He put me even closer to his chest; I could feel his warm tears on my
face. We remained like that for what seemed me a long time. He comforted me
feeling his face near mine. He did not ask me anything, but when I stopped
crying, he said:

	"You are safe my little son, I love you; my heart is terrible
hurt."

	"I love you daddy, he was so mean."

	"Don't worry my child, now it is gone." He had prepared two large
pots near the fire to hit water to bath himself; so, he left me near the
fire and dropped the water into a wooden tub. He refilled them again with
cold water and replaced them near the fire. He got me nude and dropped
inside the warm water. I felt very comfortable as he squeezed the sponge
over my head; he started removing all mud and dirtiness from my hair and
face, however, when he touched one of the many bruises I squirmed in pain.

	"It hurts, daddy; it hurts." He kissed my wetted forehead and
continued, taking care where I had been stricken. When the water was very
dirty, he lifted me from my armpits, emptied the tub and put fresh clean
warm water. Then as I was inside the tub, he carefully soaped and rinsed
me. I stood up, he wrapped me in a large white towel and dried my body;
thus wrapped he lifted me and placed near the fire. I could hear his
sighs. He took the dirty clothes and put them into the warm water. I
motioned my dad: "Please daddy, sit near me" I pleaded. He sat down and
slowly combed my hair. I extended my arms to his neck and kissed him,
starting to cry again as I recovered the images of the scene in my house.

	"Please son, try to forget; you are safe now and I promise you, he
will never touch you again."

	"I don't mind daddy he spanks me if you love me." Again my words
made a blur appear on his eyes.

	"Tom, please try to relax, you are exhausted and seriously injured,
I must call the doctor to examine you." I started again sobbing on the
perspective that MD examined me.

	"Please, please, daddy÷ don't call anyone. I'm alright, only a
little bit pain on the bruises, that's all; please daddy, don't call
anyone." He hugged and kissed me tenderly.

	"Ok Tom, but are you sure you feel well."

	"Well daddy, I suppose I have my nose as a clown's" He smiled and I
smiled and we hugged.

	"I guess you are hungry"

	"Not much, daddy, I'm very comfortable here"

	"Never mind, I'll prepare you a bowl of milk and bread, you must
replace your strength."  He did, and as I was finished, he took me in his
arms, still naked and wrapped in the towel; he carried me to his bed and
placed me in there, covering with an extra blanket. "Now my son you need to
sleep and rest, I have to do something." I guessed what was in his mind and
I did not wanted to be left alone, I still was very frightened.

	"Please daddy, don't go anywhere, don't leave me alone. I'm
scared."

	"Ok son, I'll be downstairs, I had to wash and dry your
clothes. Please Tom, you have demonstrated be a brave boy that have kicked
the balls of a grown man, how can you be scared? I don't believe you." He
smiled at me, and it was so sweet and so lovingly that I reached my arms
out of the covers and kissed him on the lips taking care not to touch my
harmed nose."

	"I love you dad, I love you a lot"

	"I love you too, my beautiful son. Now, please, sleep and rest" I
put my arms under the cover, he kissed my forehead and left, leaving the
door open. I heard the rain beating the roof.  This sound, the warmth of
the bed, and relax provided by my dad's kiss, made the miracle; I felt all
my pains gone as I flew over the skies in a nice child dream. My dad
arranged things downstairs and still he remained some time sat thinking his
next steps, cooling out his temper and the storm inside him, since he saw
me entering in his house. When he was sure I was asleep, he thought I would
not wake up; he had put in my milk a little portion of a liquid made from
red poppy as he had learnt from his dad. He left, locking the door and
walked up the street with his umbrella covering him.

Without knocking he entered in the house, he saw my mom on the floor
whining from pain; my father was sat down on an armchair snoring. He
entered in the kitchen, took a jug of cold water and dropped its contain of
the face.

	"Wakeup bloody crap!!, wakeup fucking bastard or I'll kill you as
you are drunken!!." My father opened his eyes still drunk and got white as
he saw my dad determination. He murmured something that my dad did not
understand or wanted to understand. He took him from his clothes and lifted
him like ragged doll. He was ready with his fist closed to hit him on the
face but in that moment, he heard my mom voice:

	"Please, please Frank, don't hit him, he does not deserve even your
rage and after all, he is my husband." My dad stopped and with his arm
still ready to punch him he said:

	"You must thank your wife and to your family to whom I respect,
because I came to kill you for what you have done to my son. However,
listen to me very carefully crap, because I won't repeat it twice. This
time I'll leave you, but if you touch my son again, I will look for you
until the hell, if necessary; then you will regret to have been born. You
are warned." My dad looked to the corner where mom was, he saw the book and
picking it up he left the house blaming the door. My father sat again white
and humiliated by his wife words. He deserved Frank's words and still he
could not believe why my dad had not hit him to death as he would have done
himself. Dad walked a little bit more relaxed a couple of streets up and
knocked on a door; a woman dressed in black opened the door:

	"Can I help you, Frank, it is a terrible night."

	"It is Maria. I don't need your help, but your sister needs. She is
probably seriously injured by her husband and need your help."

	"Oh my God, when will this get and end?" The woman said.

	"The crap of your brother in law is still in there near drunk, but
lucid. Please tell your sister that Tomas is in my home happily
sleeping. He seems well, apart of many bruises and his little nose near
broken, I'll return him to his mother as soon as she asks me. Good nights
Maria" He left without hearing the thanks from my aunt Maria.

The following morning and a few more days I remained with my dad, we made
many jokes with my nose until it healed and everything settled down
wonderful. My father never touched me again; he scarcely spoke me directly,
he always did thru my mom until six years later when he died from a liver
sickness. In those years, I felt sorry for him, and told my mom that I did
no hate him because I had my dad with me. There are many events from that
time up today that I'll tell you, if you want my wife"

My sister kissed her man tenderly. She then locked the door and they made
love passionately, as a consequence, nine month later came the last member
of our generation, similar to my adorable angel Francis, but with a
beautiful waved hair, he was named Frank, as his grand dad.

Chapter  5 - Good news
----------------------

While my sister Angela was talking in the bed with her husband, I went to
the barn to meet Francis and the twins. I was preparing the cave to give
the lesson that I had learnt from Frankie.  I heard Francis running and the
twins following him, he was near crying:

	"What the matter with you, Francis?"

	"Uncle John, the twins are calling me sissy because I have told
them they have to finish their home works before we start playing." The
twins bent their heads as confirming me what little Francis was saying.

	"Twins, first, I have told you many times that Francis is a boy, a
clever one, he is from own family and I will not admit you call him such a
nasty word; and second, you must finish your home work before we do
anything."

	"But John, we can."

	"Please Manuel, don't try again; if you need my help I would be
glad doing it for you, and you know that, however you should do them
yourselves. We have plenty time to play, but never, your hear me, never
call nasty words to any member of our family; we must be united, do you
understand?

	"Yes John, we may need half an hour, no more, please wait for us
here."

	"Don't worry; I'll be here with Francis." They rushed to their
houses to finish their school works. Francis was immensely happy because I
had imposed my authority and he had won, he approached me and kissed me. We
sat inside the cave and he cuddle himself in my lap as a little boy would
do; I put my arms round him and I gazed at those beautiful blue eyes and
blond silky hair.

	"I like that, uncle John. I love you a lot."

	"I love you too, little Francis." He was near me only centimetres
face to face, I had felt a strange attraction to him lately; I wanted to
protect him, to love him, to care him; I could not explain myself why, but
he was so beautiful... I saw his lovely red lips and without thinking, I
kissed them tenderly. I noticed how he squirmed in delight and surprise at
the same time. I did not want to separate from him, but about what seemed
half a minute, I did. He looked at me in delight but surprised:

	"Uncle John, what was this and why did you do it?"

	"I don't know Francis, I love you and I just wanted to do it. I
wanted to eat you but without hurting you. I wanted your lips in my mouth
but I don't know why. I suppose it is a real kiss." He opened his lovely
eyes with a smile:

	"It was lovely, uncle John, I liked it very much. I wanted you to
be longer; can we do it again?"

	"Yes, but wait a minute; I think your weenie is hard and mine
too. Let's get naked so I can touch your dick and you mine." He gladly
removed all his clothes and I did the same. He took the same position as
before, I looked again into those deep blues little jewels and I melted in
them. I placed my lips on his, trying to absorb them into my mouth; Francis
felt the same and he opened his little mouth and our tongues touched. I
started exploring his sweet mouth and he mine. Our dicks were very hard, I
put my hand on his erected little pole and started massaging it up and
down; I felt his hand caressing my ball sack and them rubbing my little
cock that now was jerking. Our faces were covered with saliva as our
excitement grew. I laid down on my back and I dragged my little angel on
top of me; dick against dick, crotch against crotch. Instinctively Francis
started moving up and down; we had left our kissing but I put my hands on
his back and butt; it was so nice, so smooth. Soon that nice feeling
started again in my balls and went up to the tip of my dick; I arched my
hips as I noticed my little Francis pushing down. We stopped breathing and
the point of no return and nice feeling hit us. Breathing heavily we
collapsed on the warm straw; Francis slid to his left side so it was easier
for me to breathe. When we recovered, my little Francis went on top of me
and started kissing me on the lips again, not passionately but tenderly.

	"I love you, uncle John; that was wonderful, I like kissing
you. Please, keep it secret only for us to enjoy." I loved that beautiful
face, and many times I asked myself why this child was so beautiful to me,
my love for him was compared with that to Frankie; I could not deny them
anything they asked me.

	"I love you too, Francis. You know my pretty angel that I cannot
deny you anything, but do you think is it fair?" Remember, they are our
family, and if they see us doing." He smiled and kissed me again.

	"Well, it does not mean that, only I would like to have a secret
between you and me" I kissed him back. In that moment, we heard the twins
climbing the wooden stairs. Louis seeing us naked he asked:

	"Did you start? We grinned and Francis answered him.

	"No, but we were hot, and in view you were not coming." The twins
got naked and I could see their penises hard as a rocks pointing out.

	"Ok twins. As usual, I'll start doing to Francis and Manuel will do
to Louis, so please lay on your back, put you arms under your heads and
keep them there until you can." They did wondering which would be the next
step. I started kissing and licking Francis' thighs; he squirmed at my
tongue touch and spread his legs to give me better access. I sucked his
ball sack for a while and I continued to his crotch, then I fucked his
navel with my tongue. He started moaning loudly and as if they were cloned,
Louis was now near shouting in pleasure. He could not resist the sexual
excitation and placed his hand on the head of his cousin. I continued to
Francis' nipples and I sucked one after the other.

	"Please, please, Uncle John." As they were near their orgasms, I
left the nipples and I engulfed his little dick and balls in my mouth,
sucking them, especially the purple head. We had had our release some
minutes before, so were not so in need as the twins. Louis pressed his
cousin's head down as he arched his hips with a loud moan. Francis was very
near, but he still resisted my sucking for near half a minute; but soon he
arched his hip and pressed my head down as he reached his wonderful
climax. Both boys were breathing hard while we continued sucking the cocks
until they got a little flaccid. Manuel terrible excited asked Louis in a
husky voice:

	"How was that Louis? When he recovered, he hugged his cousin and
instinctively kissed him on the lips. Manuel did not expect that and was
stunned, but he did nothing; however in view of that, I said to Manuel:

	"Manuel, open your mouths and mix your tongues." They did as
instructed, and as he felt the great pleasure of kissing his cousin, he
dragged Louis' hand to his dick and started jerking off his cousin. One
minute later, Manuel reached his high point and he groaned loudly, but they
continued with their mouths united. When they recovered, Manuel said:

	"John, you did not tell us about that" We exchanged a complicity
gaze and I said:

	"I had left that for the second part, but Louis did on his own
without any teaching" We all laughed, and since I had had some sex with my
dear Francis I decided to spend the rest of day playing as any child would
do. Then I said:

	"Unless you are not fully satisfy, I would suggest with get dressed
and start playing."

	"Yes, it is a good idea", Louis said. "We are going to sleep
tonight together Manuel and I, so probably we will do it again."

	"Ok, let's go." We got dressed and went downstairs, and then
Francis told me:

	"Uncle John, can we also sleep together in the big house?

	"I don't mind my little angel, if your mom agrees; after dinner
I'll go to bed. Tomorrow we must get up early for school." He smiled at me
and we started our plays. He did not come. After so an exciting day he was
terrible tired; after all, he was a little boy of ten, now we were at the
end of the summer, two months for our eleventh birthday.

Frankie and his dad left the farm hand in hand, as Frankie liked since he
was a little boy. He adored his dad and he would have liked to be all the
time with him, but he noticed his dad, as John's dad, was getting old, yet
that even increased his love and admiration about his father.  Still he was
a strong, healthy and tall man. Frank noticed how his younger son was
observing him, suddenly he stopped, and raised his boy to his chest; he
loved his three sons, but this one had something special. Frankie hugged
his father and kissed him.

	"I love you, dad; I'm very proud of you, I think I'm the luckiest
boy in the world." Frank hugged his boy very tight, he thought perhaps he
would not have time enough to love his younger sons, as they deserved. He
put him down:

	"I'm very proud and lucky having so smart and beautiful sons. I
only hope, my little Frankie that you have children that love you as you
deserve; and only with a sight, you may understand their concerns and their
problems. I can tell you that I have been very, very lucky."  Then Frankie
recalled how Francis' dad had hugged him.

	"Dad, today a strange thing has happened to me."

	"What was it, son?"

	"John and I wanted to play with the twins and little Francis, so we
went to fetch him. His mom received us as usual kissing and hugging us and
celebrating saying we were the beauties of the village, perhaps she has not
observed her own son." Frank smiled as his son continued.  "Francis' dad
was at home; I had not seen him during the past two or three months because
he is always in the city or in his work. When he heard his wife calling us
beauty, he came out from the kitchen, he gave a quick hug and kiss to John;
after that, he looked at me and then kissed and hugged me. I wonder whether
it is my imagination or not, but he hugged me tighter and longer than to
John, caressing my hair. It felt very good, and his sight was something. as
when you look at me before expressing your love. I don't know dad but."
Frank kept silence for a few minutes; they were entering in the village and
approaching their home. He did not want to disappoint his child, and, on
the other hand, he was a clever boy, therefore very difficult to cheat him.

	"You are not wrong, my son, your heart will never deceive you."

	"Why dad." In that moment, his mom greeted them from the door and
the answer was postponed. Frank sighed in relief, but he thought eventually
he must tell his children about Tomas' relationship with them. He kissed
his mom and showed her the parcel's contain.

	"It is a present from Michael for Jimmy, for his manhood."

	"How did he know.?" Frankie answered his mother.

	"He did not, we suppose he guessed. Mom, I'll put on Jim's bed;
please, don't tell him anything; I want to see the expression on his face."
His mom nodded and he rushed upstairs.  He displayed the garments on the
bed including the shirt and tie with a knot already prepared; he felt very
proud and imagined how handsome his brother would be. "I love my brother"
he thought. Fifteen minutes later Jim arrived with other friend, he said
goodbye to him and entered in the house. He greeted his family and then
Frankie told him: "Jim, come on upstairs, I'll show you something"

	"What is it, little devil?" However, his brother was running to
their bedroom. Jim entered, and he saw the dress on his bed, his mouth
dropped open in disbelief; he touched the trousers and the windcheater as a
sacred totem. Without saying a single word, he run downstairs, hugging and
kissing his mom and dad.

	"Thanks, they are lovely, just what I wanted to have since a year
ago." Then he heard on his back.

	"You must thank it to uncle Michael; it is his present for you
reaching the manhood." Jim blushed and looked into his little brother eyes.

	"Did you tell them." His dad interrupted.

	"No Jim, he does not know, but Michael is not silly and he knows
your age, so he probably guessed it.

	"Sorry Frankie, I'm so surprised." He hugged his younger brother,
and taking his hand said: "Please Frankie, come with me, I'm going to wear
it for the first time, jus to show dad and mom." Both brothers went
upstairs. He got on his underwear and Frankie could see a wet stain where
his brother dick was, making a little tent.

	"Have you been with a girl, Jim?"

	"Yes, my friend and I. We got two girls, and we are trying to fuck
them one of these days. They are very hot. But let's not start speaking
about sex now Frankie, because my cock will start growing up."

	"You better hide your underwear because it is clearly stained with
precum."

	"Oh yes, I have noticed that." Changing the subject Jim said:
"Frankie it is a lovely colour, isn't it?

	"Oh yes, sure it is. My brother will be very handsome with that
dress, totally a man. I think the girl will immediately ask you to fuck
her." Frankie grinned, he enjoyed making hard his brother, and much more
this time when he was trying the new dress.

	"Please Frankie, stop; you're a very naughty boy." He dressed with
the new garments, but not the shirt and tie. He looked himself on a
mirror. "It is wonderful Frankie, even better than I thought. My trousers
and sleeves are a little bit long, but mom will solve that problem. He then
went downstairs to show their parents. They contemplated their son with
pride; he was a little man now. "How quick the time had elapsed!" They
murmured.

	"Jim, I think you will start breaking many hearts", said his
mom. Jim looked at his dad saying:

	"Well, it seems there are some previous examples in this family."
His dad looked at him grinning. "Mom, could you arrange the dress for the
next Saturday?

	"Don't worry; I'll do it in a couple of evenings." Jims rushed
upstairs he changed his clothes and came down for lunch. When they finished
and were sat down chatting, Frankie saw an elegant old man approaching to
their house.

	"Mon, an elegant old man is coming here; undoubtedly he comes to
see us." Frankie said. Frank got up and went out to receive the old man.

	"Good afternoon, Frank; can I come in?

	"Good afternoon, Sir; of course you can. Please sit down.

	"Good afternoon Margaret, boys" the old man said" They all answered
at unison to him good afternoon; then Jim and Frankie stood apart leaving
the adults alone not, wanting to interfere in their conversation. The old
man sat and Frank asked him:

	"Mr. Hermann, you are very welcomed to my home, what can we do for
you"

	"Frank, I have a proposal to offer you, now that in a few years you
will retire, and want to discuss it with you and Margaret, if you don't
mind, of course.

	"Of course not, sir. Since you seem to be not in a hurry, will you
accept a coffee?

	"Yes thanks, you still know my weakness." Frank smiled at him.

	"My elder son is very fond of the kitchen; in fact he is our
private chef, he will prepare it for all of us. Jim!" he called. Jimmy
approached, "Please Jim, can you prepare coffee for us?

	"Yes dad. do you mind if I do something special?" Mr. Hermann
looked at him and answered.

	"As far as it contains coffee I don't mind myself." His dad nodded
to his son, and he went to the kitchen followed by Frankie. There, Frankie
asked his brother:

	"Who is this gentleman, Jim?.

	"Don't you know him? He is the richest man of our county, and
probably one of the richest in the country. He is the owner of the Great
Manor and many houses and farms. People said he is very kind and has no
sons or daughters; only cousins. His wife died some years ago and he lives
in one of the prettiest houses between the two villages."

	"What about the Manor, I see people coming to see the big house,
but I have never been inside. A friend of mine that went with his father
said is a great palace with many large rooms and well cared off."

	"I don't know, I have never been in there. I only can tell you this
man have helped many people to survive from hunger and he gives a fair
amount of money every year to the Town Hall for charity. He does not like
priests or nuns of any kind. I heard he used to be very fond of young men,
not teenagers. Please Frankie, bring me the coffee in grain, brown sugar
and that bottle of brandy that is in the sideboard in the dinning room.

	"Are you going to get them drunk? They laughed.

	"No my little boy. I'm going to prepare an Irish coffee. You know I
enjoy cooking, I'll propose dad to study cooking, I would love that."

	"But dad says you may become an electrical engineer, you are
brilliant in maths and physic."

	"Well, I still have not decided, but I would like to become a good
chef."

	"What is it a good chef, Jim?.

	"A great international cook. I have read some books that I found in
our dad's library; those books fascinated me. I learnt in them about this
coffee, also called garlic coffee." He grinded the coffee grains and
prepared it. Once the coffee was ready, he heated three cups, put the brown
sugar and some brandy stirring them. In a little jug, he put some milk
cream and everything on a tray. He carried the tray where they were sat,
now talking amicably. Before giving the cup to Mr. Hermann, Jim dropped
part of the cream on the coffee, however putting a teaspoon facing down
between the black liquid and the cream. It spread it leaving a layer on top
without mixing. Once the three were ready, he offered to the gentleman the
first cup, then to his mom and the last to his dad. The old man had
observed him very carefully. He took the cup to his lips, sipped and
savoured it.

	"This is lovely, lad. What is it"

	"Irish coffee, sir. Unfortunately we have not Irish whiskey, but I
put brandy instead." His parents gazed each other ignoring his elder son's
abilities. They knew he was a good cook.

	"Thanks Jim for the coffee. Are you fond of cooking?" Jim looked at
his father before he could answer, but he saw in his dad's eyes he was free
to decide.

	"Yes sir, very fond. In fact I love cooking and I look forward to
become someday a good chef."

	"That's quite good. I'll tell you something, young lad. There are
many engineers, doctors, architects, etc. but a few great chefs. A good
chef is not just a good cook. A good chef must have an excellent math base,
high knowledge on agriculture, food and art. Plus good taste, good
education, good intelligence, good hands, etc. Of course, I'm talking about
a good chef, not an inn cook. Do you think you have those abilities? Jim
was overwhelmed by such questions; he only thought he loved cooking.

	"Sorry Sir, I suppose the answer should come from somebody else,
not from me"

	"Very good, James, perhaps I can help you. Please give me some
time; and thank you again for the nice coffee. Now I need to talk to your
dad, it is the object of my visit." He smiled at Jim and he left his
parents with Mr. Hermann. As soon as he got into the kitchen Frankie
started making questions.

	"What were you telling to Mr. Hermann?

	"He wanted to know if I liked to be a good chef and he said the
qualities that a person must have to be a good one, not a inn cook, as he
said."

	"What does it means, Jim?

	"Well, I'm not sure; he meant that if I'm going to be a cook and
chef, I must be a good one; perhaps he can help me"

	"If you become a good cook, when I get married, you must do my
wedding tart." Both brothers started to laugh and cleaning the kitchen,
meanwhile the adults were talking about something that would change their
lives. Before Frank could ask, Mr. Hermann said:

	"You know that I have not any close relatives; I had no sons and my
wife died years ago. I have decided to do something with my fortune and for
my people and country. There are many spoiled persons because cannot get a
good professional education in this country. And this is my objective: to
provide this area with a good technical secondary school where boys and
girls can study and become excellent professionals in the main fields our
country needs, not needing to go to the capitol city to study; especially
those, the majority, which cannot afford it."  He paused in case Frank
wanted to ask anything. The couple kept silence, so he continued. "I'll
create a foundation where most of my fortune will go; with part of this
money we would built a large school for round 600 students. We would use my
Manor as the basic building. I have been in England and USA, collecting all
the information that we may need; currently I have delivered to an
architect, friend of mine. He is working on the project; this might be
finished and working in three years time.

The school will admit boys and girls once they have finished their primary
schooling, however some rules will be established: 1) No religious
influence will be admitted, therefore priests and nuns will be banned as
teachers. 2) No political publicity of any kind will be consented into the
school. 3) The students must devote their time to their education,
discipline and work; therefore, anyone, no matter whom he is, that fails in
two examinations will be turned out. At the first fail, his/her parents
will be called and informed. 4) Boys and girls will be admitted as
equal. 5) Under any circumstance, any student will be physically punished;
a teacher doing it will immediately be dismissed. On contrary a student,
offending a professor's will also be instantly turned out. The professors
will choose their own office to summon students, never in public. 6) The
best 20 students that finish their studies, the Foundation will grant them
an allowance or scholarship to continue their university studies in the
city.

These are the main headlines; well I have many other items written, such as
the school organization, now and in the future. We must write the rules to
be followed. I have reached an agreement with the Government, by which we
will choose and hire the professors; the Government would pay them, as we
provide and pay the installations and organization" As he stopped Frank
said:

	"Sir, this is the most beautiful project I could ever imagine, even
many times I have dreamed about something like this. If you were asking my
help, jus beforehand you would have it, Mr. Hermann.

	"Frank, I want more than your help; I want you to conduct this
project as a General Manager." Frank opened his mouth in disbelief.

	"But Mr. Hermann, I'm 67 and I will retire in three years!

	"All the best. If you agree, you will retire immediately. Margaret
also would cease in her functions and being classified as in a special
assignment. You, Frank, would get a monthly salary equivalent of three
times what you are currently receiving from the Government; Margaret
double. Everything has been talked within the General Director for
Education in Madrid; the Minister is also a friend of mine and he had
applauded our initiative." Frank looked at his wife that was surprised as
himself.

	"Sir, I don't. I don't know what to say, I have been so taken
aback!.

	"Frank I only need from you the word "yes", that's all, and
immediately I'll start the business. I know it is a difficult project but
very excited and well to live to carry it out. What do you think?" Frank
stood up and extended his hand to the old man. They shook hands and again
they sat down. Then Mr. Hermann continued. "Our lawyers; my bank
representative, you and myself, will meet in the city within a month time
to sign all documents. As the village will seriously be affected for good,
the Major will also be included. He is a good man. Ah!, I forgot.  Your new
house will be that one being repaired" He pointed out thru the window,
signalling to a house in the next street that was on work. "I would suggest
you see the builders and ask them for any modification that you may want to
include. You will use that house, free of charge, for the rest of your
lives, no matter whether you work or are retired from the Foundation."

	"The Major will be very happy about this project, Sir." Frank
added.

	"Sure you must pay a visit to him, informing about it. I expect you
and him, next Monday in my office. You must start working on the internal
school regulations; probably you will receive some messages from the city
regarding to your new situation. In addition, you must decide which of you
has to get a drive licence. On Monday of next week, round 5:00 pm, a man
with a car will come to fetch one of you to teach how to drive, he is from
a drivers' school in the city.  Once you have your licence, the Foundation
will buy you a car for your exclusive use. Well I think that's all by
now. Please Frank, can you call the boys?"

	"Sorry Sir, we are so." Mr. Hermann kindly stopped him.

	"I understand you Frank, but tonight you can discuss everything
with your family." He called Frankie and Jim, as they approached the old
man took his wallet and handed them a couple of bank notes. Jim looked at
his dad for permission, and Frank said nothing, they accepted the
present. Jim and Frankie thanked the man. All stood up as Mr. Hermann did.
"Thanks boys for you help and kindness. Jim, I may have something for you
within a few days."

	"Thank you very much, Sir." The old man again shook hands with
Frank and Margaret saying goodbye and left the house whistling.

Once Mr. Hermann was out of sight Frank grabbed his wife and kissed her;
then he extended his arms to his sons in a general embrace that lasted
about one minute.

	"Today is a great day, my dolly; our lives will change and you will
have what you need to be, a little more happy."

	"Frank, I have been the happiest woman in the world. We have the
most beautiful boys round here, what do we need as extra? Then Jim, knowing
his father life, said:

	"Dad, you deserve it, it is a pity this project has not come
before, but better now than never" Jim and Frankie then opened their fists
and showed their parents the green bank note. A lot of money for a person,
his dad asked:

	"Well boys, what are you planning to do with such an amount of
money?

	"Dad, as soon as you can, we will got to the city and we'll buy
long trousers; once I wear the first ones I'll never wear shorts. And you
Frankie?

	"Since I will wear shorts for a long time, and besides, mom will
adjust yours for me, I would like to buy a bike for both of us, so I would
be able to go to uncle Michael's farm any time that I want"

	"Granted!" said Frank to his children. Again, they sat down and
chatted making plans for the next future. Night came and then Frank said:

	"We need to talk to the Major all these plans in order to prepare
documentations; so I think we will visit him tonight after we have dinner;
he normally go to bed very late and always is telling me to pay him a
visit. Frankie, please go and see him, tell him that after dinner, if he is
not engaged, we will pay a visit to them."

	"Ok, dad." Frankie flew and in five minutes, he was back. "Dad,
Peter said that you will be welcomed, his wife and himself wait for you
after dinner." They had supper and the boys said goodnights to their
parents going upstairs. A few minutes later, they heard the main door
closed and locked. They started undressing and soon they were naked. Jim as
more into puberty got hard as soon as he saw his brother smooth body naked.

	"Frankie, you have a lovely round butt cheeks" Frankie grinned, he
made a motion putting out his lovely bum he said:

	"If you like it, come on and get it!" Jim jumped to catch his
brother, but Frankie was quicker and missed him. They run thru the room
jumping from bed to bed, playing and laughing, until Jim caught him on his
bed, put Frankie on his tummy straddling him with his knees supporting his
body. He started tickling his brother that was laughing uncontrollably. He
placed his hands on Frankie's lovely cheeks and started to massage those
white little globes.

	"Uhm!, they are so smooth."Jim said. Frankie turned around and took
his brother big dick in his hands. "Oh Frankie, please don't do that
because I'll start expelling my milk. He looked at that beautiful face and
started kissing the red lips. That was what Frankie had been waiting
for. He eagerly received his brother's tongue inside his mouth; he wanted
to swallow him; they mixed their saliva that was now covering their
chins. Jim started fucking his little brother balls, dick and crotch moving
his dick forward and back, spreading the abundant precum oozing from his
dick. Soon they reached their point of no return, especially Jim that had
only been masturbated by a girl in the morning. They broke their kissing as
their climaxes hit them. Jim pushed forward his dick at the time they
stopped breathing. He shot his small load between both bodies as a sandwich
cream, breathing heavily. He put his arms under his little brother and
cuddled to him. When they recovered, Jim raised himself:

	"I love you, my angel. I don't think any brother could love more
than I love you." For an answer, Frankie reached his big bro head and
dragged to him, kissing him tenderly.

	"I love you, too, Jim; I love you a lot." Jim scooted down and
started licking with his tongue all the clear white stuff spread over his
brother tummy, as a mother cat would do with the kittens. However, Frankie
moaned in pleasure when his brother licked his balls sack and approached
the space between his balls and anus.

	"Jim, that feels very good" Jim knew it and insisted and continued
licking those sensible parts. His brother and himself were again hard as a
rock. Then Jim said:

	"I want to teach you something I have made with my friend"

	"What is it?"

	"When we have not girls available, we fuck each other."

	"Fuck?" He smiled, "How can you do that? you have not a cunt like a
girl."

	"But we have a lovely tight hole. Believe me, it does make much
difference. We have smooth skin as a girl, so the only difference is where
you put your cock. The only problem is that we are tighter than a girl, and
if the dick is too thick, it hurts the first times. He did not hurt me and
I did not hurt him because our cocks are proportional to our age, however I
have heard that slowly and with care, a boy of your age can accommodate
inside his guts a full man dick.

	"Can we try, Jim? Jim smiled at his little brother that was now
very excited.

	"Yes, you will fuck me; I will have not any problem in spite that
your dick has increased his size a lot lately, but my friend's bigger. We
need something. Wait a minute." He jumped from the bed and disappeared thru
the door. A couple of minutes later he came with a bottle of olive oil from
the kitchen. Frankie asked:

	"What is that, Jim?

	"This is olive oil to lube your prick that will prevent you hurting
my hole. My friend put me some and it work nicely" Frankie said nothing
only looking at his brother performance. He took some oil from the bottle
and smeared over and round the sticking pole. Frankie moaned at the touch,
and then Jim said: "Now put some on your forefinger and try to lube my
hole." Jim bent himself on four legs with his head down on the pillow, so
that his butt was showing up his hole.  Frankie did as instructed and could
observe how easy his finger went in.

	"Jim, it is very slippery now."

	"Perfect. There are three different ways to do it. One: as I'm now,
we call this on four legs. Two: face-to-face, I would put my legs up, like
this" he motioned his brother, taking his knees to his chest. "And three:
you would get my place and I would sit down on your crotch, so your weenie
will enter into my hole; I prefer number two. Now my little angel, you are
going to fuck for the first time." Jim raised his legs up to his chest
spreading them. "Now put yourself on your knees and stick your cock inside
my hole" Frankie took his hard dick with his right hand and directed it to
his brother waiting hole, he them put his hands on Jim hips and pushed
forward. At the first push, he totally entered inside his brother. He felt
the warmth and tightness of his brother's hole and a waves of lust invaded
him.

	"Jim, this is wonderful; it feels very, very good."

	"You will feel even better. Now start fucking me, taking your dick
back and forward, but when you pull, the head must remain inside me."
Frankie did as instructed and soon he was moaning in pleasure. He placed
his right hand on Jim's dick and started jacking him off at the same
time. He closed his eyes full of lust, and his mind went to his friend
John. He fucked and fucked his brother quicker and quicker. Jim also had
his eyes closed thinking in his girl as he was receiving stimulations on
his prostate and on his cock. His little angel was doing an excellent
job. He opened his eyes and saw that beautiful face that he loved. After
several minutes, the most wonderful climax hit both brothers. Jim enlarged
his arms and took his little brother butt cheeks pushing them to him as he
exploded, shooting his semen to his chest.  Frankie was sweating and his
heart beating as it wanted to go out from his chest. He collapsed onto his
brother chest exhausted breathing hard and gasping for air. Jim hugged his
brother and started to fondle his hair. They remained like that for near
five minutes. Jim dragged his little brother upper so their faces could be
together. He cuddled him and started kissing and kissing him. "Did you
enjoy my angel?"

	"Oh Jim, that was fantastic." Without raising his head from his
brother's chest Frankie asked: "Is that how it feels when we fuck a girl,
Jim?"

	"Even better. I'm not sure enough because I still have not fucked
any; but you don't need any lube, she provides a lot of precum that make
her cunt slippery. The problem is the first time" Frankie raised and as he
saw the mess on his brother chest, some drops of clear semen near getting
to the bed, he started licking and swallowing it until his brother was
clean as brass.

	"What about the first time, Jim? Frankie asked.

	"Well, I'm not absolutely sure, but the girls have something like a
seal inside her cunt that must be broken, otherwise your prick cannot go
thru, only a little bit. Even sometimes when the seal is torn, some blood
can appear"

	"That's nasty"

	"Oh, no. That must be fantastic; that means that you are the first
one that has fucked her, it demonstrates she is a virgin. If she has not
the seal, it means she has been fucked before by someone. Normally they are
not virgin because start fucking very early with their brothers.

	"Does it also apply to boys?" Frankie asked.

	"Yes, with the difference that a boy is virgin in two ways. When he
fucks the first time his virginity is gone, the same applies when he is
fucked. However this only is said in respect of girls.

	"So, you are not virgin anymore, don't you?

	"In what boys respects, you are right. I have fucked and I have
been fucked" They started laughing loudly.

	"That's fanny, Jim. I don't mind anything of that. I'll fuck and
I'll be fucked whenever I love a person." Being so young they recovered
very quick, especially Frankie that only had dry orgasms. Jim was again
hard with the conversation. Frankie saw his weenie stiffen again; he
touched it and said to Jim.

	"Jim, I want you to fuck me. I saw how much you enjoyed when I
fucked your hole.  Could you do it to me?" Jim wanted to fuck that little
butt, he had dreamed for a long time, however, he loved too much his
brother, and he was sure that his dick would hurt him a lot the first
time. He could not bear in mind hurting his angel, so he said:

	"Frankie, I would love to fuck your lovely butt, but my dick has
become too thick and sure it will hurt you a lot the first times. It is
much better that someone with smaller cock fuck you before, let's say John,
and then I would try. But, even after that, I'm sure I would hurt you."  As
Jim mentioned John, Frankie's mind went to him and he sighed; his brother
understood the sigh. "Frankie, you love him, don't you?" The little boy
sighed again and answered his brother:

	"Yes Jim, I love him a lot and he loves me as much as I love
him. He is so pretty, so sweet., it is difficult even for me to
explain. When I see him, if I'm upset, all my rage fades away instantly and
if I am sad he returns my happiness. I would like to be with him all the
time, to sleep with him, to chat and to make sex things to him, no matter
what, even if I'm called fag. I would not mind if he loves me. The problem
is that he loves me too in the same way, so when we see each other, we
would kiss and hug if no one were present. When we sat down on our desk, we
carefully touch our hands; it is as an electric shock going thru my body;
immediately my dick starts growing and I can see a little tent on his
crotch." His brother remained in silence as Frankie expressed his most
intimate thoughts.

	"You both are very lucky boys, Frankie. You are truly in love each
other; but the most beautiful thing is that you are corresponded; that most
of the times does not happen. You might be in love with someone and he or
she may ignore you, but this is not the case. Therefore, I will not try to
fuck you. You can try with John; you know the procedure to follow. I am
sure you both will enjoy it.

	"When we buy the bike we will spend more time together." They had
recovered and both were with their dicks pointing out and Jim oozing
precum.

	"But you are hard, Jim. Let's do something to release you and me."
Jim was an experienced boy since two years ago, so he said:

	"Frankie, turn on your left side, I'll fuck your thighs and your
ball sack from behind."  Frankie did not know what his big bro meant,
however he followed his instructions. Jim placed himself behind his brother
and entered his dick thru Frankie thighs starting moving in/out.  Frankie
was delighted with the new sensations as he saw his brother cock head
pulling in/out and disappearing/appearing again rubbing his balls. Jim
thrusts increased as he moaned in pleasure, now near his climax. He stopped
breathing turning on his back, dragging his little brother on top of him;
he then arched his hips and started to shoot his semen out; the first shot
landed on Frankie navel and some more on his crotch and balls. When he
recovered, tenderly placed Frankie near him on his back, starting licking
his own semen from his little brother's body. Frankie was hard because he
had not released in spite of seeing his brother moves. Jim was aware his
little angel needed a release, so while in his licking; he reached his
crotch, missed his little dick and continued to his ball sack. Frankie
cleaned, his brother kissed him passionately rubbing his hard dick; when he
realised his brother was near his dry orgasm he quickly scooted down and
engulfed his stiff dick, sucking it eagerly. Soon Frankie started groaning
in pleasure as his brother sucked him, a minute later he arched his hips,
he placed his hands on top of his brother's head and pushed it down as his
dry orgasm hit him. Jim continued sucking until he felt his little dick was
limp.

	"I love you, my little angel" Jim said.

	"I love you Jim." Frankie cuddled tenderly into his brother arms
during some minutes.  Then he asked: "Jim, will you continue telling me
what you have found out about dad's life?

	"Yes, but I think we should wash ourselves now that we are
satisfied." Both jumped out from the bed and went down to the bathroom to
clean themselves. When finished, again jumped on the bed laying on his
sides with their heads on the pillow, facing each other; then Jim started:

	"As I told you some days ago, Uncle Michael and dad were very close
friends since they were little boys. Dad and Michael were pretty boys,
handsome teenagers and later men. They grew together and as many friends
they used to go to dance to villages near ours" Frankie interrupted his
brother:

	"If they were pretty boys as you said, probably they had many girls
to fuck." Jim looked at his little brother not knowing what to say:

	"Well, I know he was a beautiful child but I wonder the
circumstances of those times, I suppose they fucked many girls and women
before they got married, especially dad. I'll show you something." Jim
jumped from the bed and got out, a couple of minutes later he arrived with
metallic box that Frankie recognized immediately. He rummaged inside and
extracted an old photo that showed to his brother. Without any hesitation
Frankie said:

	"This boy is Joan, Francis' brother. But this picture is very old,
how can it be.?

	"Are you sure, Frankie? Jim asked.

	"Of course I am, without any doubt he is Joan. or at least, someone
that looks like him" Jim knew the answer, but he then said:

	"The boy of this picture is dad when he was eight" Frankie could
not believe the resemblance to Joan. His mouth agape, he asked.

	"How can it be?

	"Because Joan is his grand son, in other words: Tomas is our half
brother, so you and I are Joan and his brother/sisters' uncles. Frankie was
even more astonished; he asked:

	"Do you mean I'm little Francis' uncle?

	"Exactly. Furthermore, there is a coincidence in our surnames; they
are also Martinez as we are."

	"My. well, John will not believe it!!" Frankie slowly said.

	"I must remind you this is a family secret, we cannot release a
single word of it, unless dad authorise us. You must promise me. Probably,
there are many adult persons who know it, or at least, they suspect, but
cannot spread the news. They prefer to keep silence because this used to be
a small village and many people are parents, so there are persons that can
be hurt.  Let's continue the story."

	"In the near village were celebrating their annual local feasts, as
usual dad and uncle Michael went to dance. The inseparable pals, as they
were named, entered in the ballroom, where many guys of all ages were
dancing. They saw a couple of lovely girls dancing together; one was an
exuberant blond, the other one was a brown haired with large eyes. Two
young men were trying to separate them without any success; they
reluctantly left the girls as they continued dancing.  After a music break,
the girls sat down and when the music resumed, dad and uncle Michael
approached the girls, dad said:

	"Michael, the blond is mine"

	"Well, there is coincidence, because I liked the brown haired one."

	"Ok, let's go before anyone spoil our chance." They approached the
girls and asked to dance; they doubted for some seconds but accepted with a
giggle. They had been happily dancing and chatting during some time, when
several boys approached to dad, one of them said:

	"You foreigner, leave this girl, she is my girlfriend" The girl
upset answered the boy without waiting dad to intervene:

	"I'm not your girlfriend, so I dance with whom I like." Uncle
Michael was near and added:

	"I think that's clear; now please, leave us, we want to dance with
these beautiful girls."  The boys found themselves rejected by the girls
and the foreigners did not chicken out. Seeing a possible fight, the
couples around them stopped dancing, making a ring. Full of rage and
impotence, the young men thought they could not leave things as they were,
otherwise their prestige would disappear and made ridiculous after they
bragged. Michael then said to the girls and dad: "Let's have something on
the bar." He spun giving his back to the others. These could not accept the
disdain from the foreigners; the most exalted one dragged a knife from his
pocket saying:

	"You are not going anywhere because I'll kill you just now!" When
he was trying to stab Uncle Michael, the blond girl screamed, but dad had
some experiences and had already placed himself behind the guys, so when
the boy made his first move toward Michael, dad put his left hand round the
man's neck, and with right he gripped the hand with the knife. The scream
had alerted two policemen that were chatting with the bartender, they
quickly arrived where the fight was taking place and saw dad trying to
disarm the boy.

	"Stop immediately!" shouted the police sergeant." All the boys that
had taken part flew away, leaving alone their colleague; they knew things
have gone too far. The boy left the knife to fall on the floor and dad
retrieved himself joining Michael.

	"That guy was going to stab my friend from his back."

	"I saw it, so you just leave, I'll take care of this fellow." The
sergeant said. Uncle Michael knew what that meant in those times. If they
did nothing, the boy would be taken into the police station and into jail;
later probably, he would be charged as an intent of homicide and sentenced
to six or ten years prison. Uncle Michael then, risking himself, because
normally policemen do not like interferences, said:

	"Excuse me sir, may I speak." The sergeant looked at him, probably
he recognized them, he said:

	"Yes, what do you want?

	"Well sir, I think this boy did not wish to harm me, only he tried
to frighten us." Then dad backed Michael up:

	"Sir, I think he is also a little drunk" The policeman was not
fool; he immediately knew the boys' good intentions. He had had a large
experience on crime and knew this was something between young men. So he
thought if the offended boys did not like things go further, it was silly
to complicate the boy's life, and what was more important, the sorrow of
his family. He then addressing to the boy asked him:

	"Is it true that you only tried to scare them?"

	"Yes sir, I had not intention to hurt any of them; I'm a little bit
drunk and." he shut his mouth because perhaps he would say something
inconvenient.

	"Ok, if both parties do not feel aggrieved, shake your hands and
I'll forget the incident."  They boy extended his hand; dad and uncle
Michael shook it. However the policeman knew the boy would do nothing, but
his friends might be thinking different; so he said to Michael and dad:
"You better go back to your village as soon as you said goodbye to your
girls, so the incident cool down" Dad and Michael took the advice, and they
left. With this, you can imagine the close friendship between them."
Frankie kept silence digesting the information provided by his elder
brother; after a few minutes of silence Frankie said:

	"Jim that proves the loyalty of two great friends. but still you
have not clarify how happen Tomas being our brother.

	"Well, with the time the brown haired girl became uncle's Michael
wife, John's mom.  Dad continued his love adventures with any woman he
could get; one of them was the blond girl of the dance. She had fallen in
love with him. During uncle Michael's wedding celebration, they saw each
other again and resumed their old friendship, but this time he fucked her
during a whole month until she rejected him telling she had a boy friend
and was going to marry him. He did not insist since he did not love her,
however, a close friend of his told the truth: she was expecting a baby and
her husband knew it and consented to marry her."

Jim told Frankie, in more or less details what Tomas related to his wife
Angela in the previous chapter. As Jim was telling Frankie the story he
could not stop some tears coming out from his eyes; then he asked:

	"Why Tomas took so long to find dad that terrible night? They only
lived three blocks away.

	"Because when he left his house, frightened and injured as he was,
he turned on the left, so he run round near the whole village before he met
dad."

	"That was only until he was ten, but I suppose there is more from
that time on."

	"Yes, there is. Some I can guess, some I know thru my friend's
grandma, and some directly from Tomas. That will be subject for another
night; we must sleep now because tomorrow we must get up early for school,
besides I suppose next week will be an exciting and busy one" Frankie was
with his mouth agape of Jim's revelations.

	"You say directly from Tomas? Did you talk to him? Does he know."
Jim interrupted his lovely little brother.

	"Yes. When I was ten, in a moment we were alone in Robert's house
with his grandma, she told me, yet I had to keep my mouth shut, otherwise
she wouldn't tell me anything else.

	"And how happen Tomas told you about.?" Jim stopped him, however,
Frankie continued. "Please, Jim, please, at least answer me that." He
pleaded.

	"OK. Like now, we liked to play near the rail station. It was near
sunset in a hot evening and I was playing alone trying to hit a pigeon with
my hand-made rubber catapult; two 12 y/o old boys wanted it, so I attacked
one of them trying to escape. The other boy hit me on the shoulder and I
fell on the ground; as he was to beat me again I saw how two strong arms
lifted them out of me saying:

	"You should be ashamed attacking a ten years old little boy. Go
away otherwise you'll feel my hand on your butts." The boys immediately run
away; then he extended his hand and lifted me. "Are you alright, Jim?" I
stared into his eyes and I saw dad's. I don't know but I felt comforted
with those familiar eyes, so I said:

	"I am alright, thanks big brother." He looked at me tenderly, he
seemed not surprised, and he pulled me against his side. Then he gave me
his handkerchief to clean my face ruffling my hair.

	"You are a brave boy and I suppose you are thirsty." I did not know
what to say, however I told what I first thought in that moment.

	"Not braver than you when you were my age." He knew then I had
found out something.  He pushed me again. He took my hand and we entered
into the station canteen; it felt great, I glared at him smiling.

	"Please Carlos, give me two orange refreshments." How did he know
what I liked most?  I thought to myself. Carlos, a friend of his, watched
us in complicity. We sat in a corner near a window facing the rail
tracks. I was near the wall and very close to him, our hips touching. He
poured the refreshment into two glasses and gave one to me. He smiled as he
gave sip.

	"Does dad know that you know what.? I grinned with the difficult
sentence and gladly sighed as he admitted we were brothers without making
any fuss. I put my right arm round his back and he placed his left on my
shoulders.

	"No. He doesn't." Then I felt how he kissed my head. I melted and I
think my eyes blurred as I asked: "Why, why.why shall I hide that you are
my big brother? He sighed again and pulled our bodies together.

	"Jim, you are too young to understand now. This is a stupid society
with stupid rules and we are obliged to comply them if we want to live
here." I thought for a moment, and after taking a sip of my refreshment, I
said.

	"I hate this way of life. When I grow I'll fly away to some place
where I have the freedom to express to my brother what." I stopped. I think
he guessed what I was trying to say because he pulled me against him and
again he kissed my hair.

	"Jim, I love you and our brother, too. You surely will grow and
perhaps the opportunity of freely expressing your wonderful
feelings. Believe me, it is very hard for me to see you and Frankie playing
in the street and could not raise you to my arms hug and kiss you both as I
do to my sons. You are my truly family."

	"Tomas, can I, can I. hug you? He looked at me, and before he could
say anything I stood hugged and kissed him as I do to you, Frankie. He
hugged me back and kissed my forehead. We remained for a few minutes
together, and then he said:

	"Jim, it is dark; you better go home; I don't want dad to worry
about. I know for experience how is him about his sons. I smiled
understanding. I then asked him:

	"Tomas, can I see you some time? I would like to be and talk to
you." He thought for a moment, and then said.

	"We should not give people the opportunity for gossips, so you must
be carefully as I was during years with dad. My Company will take over a
contract to build some high-voltage lines in this area. I'll let you know
so we can chat in the open." We set up encounters without witnesses to talk
about everything. Please, don't argue now because we need to sleep."

	"Ok, I take your word that you will tell me the rest. Good nights,
big bro." Frankie jumped into his bed and a few minutes later they were
asleep.

End of Part 1.- To be continued.