Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2009 11:56:55 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends - Part 4

				BEST FRIENDS - Part 4
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Chapter 16 - Summer time.
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Jim had been very lucky; he found in the school a friend and lover, his
roommate Francoise. He was the son of a wealthy man. They had invited him
to spend Christmas in their large mansion in Normandy; there Jim knew
Margarita, Francoise's twin sister, both fell in love. He also knew their
half brother, Charlie, who came from America; he was a near 9 y/o little
blond boy that worshipped his brother and sister. Their mother had died
three years back in America.

Summer came and many events took place; I cannot describe all of them
because that would take thousands and thousands of pages, however, I'll do
with the most important ones. Frankie and I continue our weekly overnights,
enjoying our love and our young lives but not all the time we had sex. We
loved being together and chat, especially in bed, though most of the times
led to mutual sucking. Fucking each other diminished because we knew we did
not like being fucked, nevertheless we never lost the opportunity to fuck
somebody else, and that was my case that I did more often to Francis, since
he enjoyed both directions.

Jim and Francoise announced their arrival; they had preferred to come by
train instead by air because in that way they enjoyed much more. The
arrival day to the city main station we went the six boys dressed in our
new summer clothes, Manuel and Louis dressed the same, as twins.  I can
tell many persons turned their head to see such a beautiful boys gang,
however most of the stares were for little Joan and my lover Frankie. Frank
and Margaret were very proud hearing people commentaries. The loudspeaker
announced the train arrival to platform number one, we gathered there and
as the train entered, we could see a blond head thru one of the windows. We
run there. Jim waved and shouted to us. They descended with a backpack on
their hands. I wouldn't have recognized him if I had seen alone in a
street, I suppose it happened the same to him. He was much taller, a wide
chest and long arms of a teenager. His skin was very white, as he ever had
seen the sun. Francoise descended behind him; he was a beautiful young
teenager, as tall as Jim was and with the same physical features. Jim with
tears hugged and kissed his mom; meantime Frank did the same with Francoise
since he was the only one who knew him. Then Jim hugged and kissed his dad
while Margaret kissed Francoise on the cheeks. Then Jim hugged Frankie and
me. Little Joan was near but a little shy because he did not know what to
do; he had not recognized his uncle; Jim looked at him in the eyes,
kneeled, and opened his arms for him. Little Joan jumped to his strong
chest and Jim raised him; little Joan said:

	"I did not recognize you, you are so changed..." He then kissed his
uncle on the lips saying: "I love you, Uncle Jim." Jim kissed him and
rubbed his back. Then he went to the twins that both at the same time
hugged him making a heap. Still with Joan in his arms, Jim said:

	"Francoise let me introduce you the rest of my beautiful family."
He started from Frankie, but the French boy stopped him:

	"You don't need it; you are John." I blushed being recognized, he
kissed me on the cheeks, and then, looking at the twins he said: "Manuel
and Louis, am I right." The twins grinned and kissed him. Then he took
little Joan from Frank arms and kissed the little star that was feeling the
centre of the scene. Jim then said:

	"My god! You boys are so changed, so tall, so beautiful... but
where is my beautiful little Francis?" The lovely angel was behind his
granddad Frank, a little bit embarrassed he came blushing. Jim hugged him
very tight. "My god, you are even prettier than when I left!"  Then looking
to his friend he added: "Francoise, here you are the Apollo of our family."
Francoise looked at him carefully and then hugged and kissed my little
nephew.

	"Yes, you were right, Jim. He is a beautiful creature." Francis
blushed. Jim's mom then hugged again his son; she said:

	"Wait to see the rest in the farm, especially Nuria." Little Joan
then said:

	"Uncle Jim, she's so beautiful that boys in the school always tell
her she is very hot, but you know? she grins everybody and thanks. She is
cool, I can tell you." Jim hugged his father's favourite grandson.

	"I'm sure she does. She is very popular and not shy at all."

Jim put his arms round his dad and mom shoulder and started talking about
the incidents on the journey and why they did not come by air. We picked
the luggage up and boarded our train to the village in platform five. The
wagon looked as a school party with so many well-dressed boys. A boy
entered in the wagon and after a minute, he approached Jim, they looked
each other into the eyes and then they hugged very tight.

	"Robert! Robert!, my friend. You are so changed."

	"The same you, I am fourteen. I can tell you that wouldn't have
recognize you if I had not seen Frankie and your parents with you." Jim
then introduced Francis to him, however as he did not speak French, Francis
said a few words in Spanish as he did with us. I must clarify that since
Jim left, all of us started learning French with much or less success; the
best to speak it in the short time, was Nuria, and even better since she
tore out the page with Francis' picture. We stopped in the village at
Frankie's home; except Jim and Francoise, we, all the boys took our bikes
and flew to the farm. They arrived in their little car a couple of hours
later, dressed with the new clothes extracted from Jim's parcel. That was a
wonderful evening; all family round them together, however the most
emotional part was when Jim hugged his brother Tomas, and introduced
Francoise to Nuria. Francoise looked into her blue eyes, and watching her
near blond long plaits that reached her shoulders, he kissed her on the
cheeks. They felt an electrical current thru their bodies and both
blushed. As she told me later, she did not expect so a handsome boy like
him, so tall and so muscular. Francis said more or less the same. He said:
"She was very similar to an old picture of his mom when she was thirteen
and was in the orphanage. I fell in love and I knew she was the girl of my
life."

Charles, Francoise's dad, had bought thru Mr. Hermann a large villa near
the seaside, as he told us sometime later, it was the best investment he
ever did. The large house was placed on top of a small sea cliff,
surrounded by pine trees that reach to near sea water. On the bottom, there
was a small sandy beach only accessible from the house since there were
large boulders on each side of the beach. Thousands years ago the sea had
built a cave of approximately ten metres high, 20 wide and about 50
depth. In the old times the sea entered into the cavern, however, now only
in case of rough seas the waves entered into half of it; normally the
maximum was the entrance of the cave. The previous owner had built a stairs
starting from a terrace in front of the house to the beach. Charles also
bought a large portion of land to the left and right side of the house,
duly fenced in order to keep privacy. From the terrace in front of the
house, you could see: to the right, the high mountains of a next cape, and
to the left, after a couple of kilometres, a large white sand beach and the
small town where it was placed. Looking to the south you could only see the
blue Mediterranean Sea waters and vessels sailing on it. It was and still
is a paradise. Today there are many villas built near the house, but still
this is the only one with direct access to the beach.

A week later, after Francis and Jim's arrival, Charles, Charlie and
Margarita arrived. Frankie, his parents, Jim and Francoise went to the
city's airport to receive them. After crossing customs and police
checkpoint and thru the glass wall, Margarita and Charlie saw the family in
the main hall. Margarita excited advised his dad:

	"Dad, we have seen Francoise and Jim outside. While you pick up the
luggage we'll meet them."

	"Okay, I'll join you as soon as I collect the suitcases." Hand in
hand, Charlie and Margarita flew to where the family was waiting for
them. They run; Margarita launched herself into her young "husband's" arms
hugging kissing him passionately on the lips, no mattering whether their
parents and public were there. Charlie jumped into his brother arms with
tears on his beautiful eyes. He kissed his little brother and calmed him.

	"I love you big brother. I was anxious to see you again." Margarita
blushed when she saw the adults and the handsome boy looking at
her. Without waiting her being introduced, she hugged and kissed tenderly
Margaret.

	"I am very happy to know you Margaret; you are as beautiful as your
son told me." Then addressing to Frank she could see an old man but still
very handsome and strong. She hugged and kissed him on the cheeks. "Frank
you must feel very proud of having so a lovely sons."  While she was
hugging her future family Charlie separated from his brother:

	"I suppose this boy is Frankie, am I right."

	"You are right, Charlie." Frankie said, hugging and kissing the boy
on the cheeks, as it is traditional in France. Margarita touched Frankie on
the shoulder, he turned around and Margarita kissed him on the
cheeks. "Your brother did not lie when he told me you were the handsomest
of the family." Frankie blushed deeply. In that moment, Charles arrived
followed by a porter with the suitcases that delivered to a uniformed
driver. After introducing each other, they went to the airport parking. As
they were walking, Margarita had his left arm round Jim's hip and was
talking to Margaret and Frank that was at her right side:

	"Tell me, Margaret: What did you do to get so beautiful sons?"
Margaret grinned proudly and said:

	"Only two things." Looking to his husband, she continued: "A
handsome husband and a lot of love. The Nature made the rest." Margarita
grinned and kissed on the cheek her future mother in law. Then Charles
said:

	"Frank, I must take your older son with me to the villa, otherwise
my daughter will kill me, unless she goes with you."

	"I think you need to have a little rest. I'll see you in my village
this afternoon. On the other hand, we must be prepared to share our son
with someone to whom he loves. It is Mother Nature's."

	"Dad I want to know the rest of Jim's family. You can have a rest,
but as soon as I have a shower I want to go to the village and the farm."

	"Me, too." Charlie said." Francoise ruffled his little brother's
hair and he argued: "What about me?

	"Okay. You can go, but I want you back before nightfall. I'll see
you tomorrow then, Frank." Frankie and his parents went to their home and
the rest to the villa. As soon as Frankie got into the village, he took his
bike and flew to the farm and he spread the news. All, girls, boys and
adults were near him listening how he described Jim's girlfriend and his
little brother.

	"She is beautiful, however..." He stopped for some seconds and
looking to Nuria, he continued: "Nuria is still more beautiful than
Margarita, at least for me." The young blonde blushed and proudly kissed
her young uncle.

	"Thanks Frankie, you are very polite." When will they come?"

	"During the afternoon, I suppose; because now it is time for
lunch."

	"In that case little brother, you stay here with us." Tomas
said. Then I asked:

	"What about me, Rose?" She hugged me saying:

	"You are the prince of this house, little brother."

We had lunch and when the sun heat was lessening a large car appeared at
the entry of the main gate and proceeded to the house. Francoise descended
followed by a lovely blond girl a little bit shorter than Jim, with
gracious freckles under her eyes. Immediately, a lovely curly blond haired
boy of about 8 or 9 y/o and Jim came out from the car. All came to my
sister's house. We run out and I was the first to meet them. The girl
looked at me and said:

	"I suppose you are John."

	"You are right. Welcome home Margarita." She kissed me then hugged
and kissed little Francis. Little Joan had already arrived and looking at
him she added: "You must be the most precious boy of the world: Joan." Joan
did not understand her because he could not speak French; however he
guessed what she was telling him. Margarita then said: "I am introducing
you my little brother Charlie, he is near nine." Jim translated for her and
then the little boy said:

	"The same as me. Come on Charlie; I'll show you the farm." Charlie
clearly understood his new friend as a natural thing he answered in a mix
of Spanish and English: Please, but first I would like to know your mom."
Everybody looked at each other astonished, and then Francoise said:

	"Charlie, where did you learn to speak Spanish?"

	"Spanish? I don't know, I have many friends in the school from Cuba
and Puerto Rico, and we always talk like that when we plays." And as
nothing, he took little Joan's hand and went to my sister Angela's
house. She saw the little couple coming followed by all of us. My sister
lowed her knees in order to be at the boys' level; then Joan said:

	"Charlie, this is my mom. I love her a lot." The little boy looked
into Angela's eyes and politely extended his little hand saying in his
Spanish:

	"How do you do Mrs..." He did not know her surname. My sister loved
her children probably as any other mother; however, she had something that
any child immediately detected: love. None of my other sisters, even my
mom, has that quality. She, instead of taking the little boy's hand took
him in her arms and raised him, kissing his lovely cheeks and hair.

	"You, my little prince, don't need to use any polite protocol with
me. Please treat me as you would do to your mom." Charlie blue eyes blurred
and hugged Angela hard and started kissing her. She took him into the house
while the rest were astonished and continued the introduction of each
other. Angela took Charlie to the sofa and sat him on his lap with Joan on
his back. "Please, my little prince, don't cry, that breaks my heart."
After a couple of minutes, she tenderly separated him, dried his tears and
kissed him again. Francoise approached Angela and said:

	"Angela, our mom used to call us little prince or princess, to
Margarita." The older boy and girl were with a blur on their eyes seeing
his little brother."

	"I understand." Then looking at the little boy's she said: "While
you are here, I'll be very proud if you call me mom, mom Angela or whatever
you like. We all love you Charlie."

	"Do you love me? The boy said in his innocent voice.

	"Yes, I do. I love any child, but you are special because you have
come from a far country.

	"Then, can I call you mom?." Little Joan answered him.

	"Yes, you can; and since she is our mom we are brothers. Aren't we,
Francis?"

	"Yes, we are." Charlie hugged Francis and Joan.

	"Then brother, please show me the farm." He took little Joan's hand
and they run outside to see the farm and be introduce to the rest of the
family. He immediately connected with everybody because he could speak our
language while Francoise and Margarita needed Jim or someone as
interpreter. The following days were happy ones. Margarita and Nuria became
close friends. She had little presents for the girls; she had brought the
new fashion bath suits called bikini. The girls received the garments
enthusiastically; however my sisters, especially the older ones, were very
reluctant to accept it. They promised to use it just in lonely beaches or
where other persons wore them; however, Angela seemed not to mind at all
about Nuria.

The plans were that Margarita and Francoise would remain during four weeks,
departing about middle of August; Jim would travel two weeks later. Charlie
would only stay three weeks, then Uncle Carl (Charles' lover) would come
and Charles would go back to France with Charlie that would fly to US a
week later. Those were the plans, but it cost a lot to carry out with them.
Nevertheless, let's continue without advancing any event.

The seaside was about half of an hour riding with the bikes. We were near
12 y/o boys, old and responsible enough; so were allowed to go to the villa
whenever we were together. The group formed by Frankie, the twins Francis
and myself went near everyday to enjoy the little beach.  Little Joan spent
all the time in the villa while Charlie remained there. They had become
inseparable pals. We descended to the little beach, swam and played as
pirates on the caves completely naked, taking advantage of the privacy. It
was fun. Most of the times, Francoise and Jim joined our group, also naked;
the girls never had the bikini out. We, the older boys, wanted to see them
nude, but we could not. We could observe Jim and Francoise large dicks even
when they were wrinkled. One Saturday only Frankie and I were there; the
sea seemed more a lake than a sea; it was a lovely summer day. About mid
morning Charles said he would go to pay a visit to Mr. Herman to arrange
all relating to Jim. When lunch was served, the service people left,
because Francoise told them they would arrange the dishes. Only the old
guard remained at his house at the entrance of the villa premises, so we
were alone. We had lunch, cleared the dishes and ordered
everything. Margarita then said:

	"We want to show you something, it was very important for Jim and
me; however you must promise not to tell anybody. It is not very important
for others, but it is for us. My dad knows it, so it is not a great secret
in the family. We don't want anybody to know it, except you.  Will you
promise?" We looked at each other, Charlie grinned and we all answered at
unison:

	"Yes, we promise." Then Frankie said:

	"We are brothers and we will never tell anybody, unless you
authorise us." Jim then said:

	"Please Francis, go ahead. We have nothing to fear. He called
Francoise the same as our little nephew when he was not there, in order to
prevent confusion. Francoise entered in his room and came with a suitcase;
he opened it and extracted a movie sound projector that had hired in the
town. From a square box, he got a reel full with film. When he had the
equipment ready, he put on the lights and drew down the windows blinds and
shutters. We were excited because we thought it might be an erotic film;
only thinking that made my dick start to grow, however the presence of Joan
and Charlie were reasons enough to discard it. Charlie grinned and said
something into Joan's ear. Francoise then said:

	"Charlie, please put off the lights." As he did, Francis started
the machine, after a few seconds the music started like in the movies; and
a title:

		""MARTINEZ-LAMBERT'S WEDDING.. 3rd January, 1961.""

It could not be seen, but we opened our mouths in disbelief. Now the music
changed to the well- known "Nuptial March" from Mendelssohn. The camera
focussed to Charlie's room door. The little boy appeared giving the hand to
his sister. He looked as a beautiful prince; he had chosen his brother's
dress used in a theatre school play. Francis loved that dress; it
represented a St.  Jacques' Middle Age Military Knight. It was white with a
large red cross on the chest, golden epaulettes on the shoulders and a gold
cordons from his left shoulder to his chest. Margarita was wearing a
beautiful dress and Jim wore an elegant smoking; he seemed a real gentleman
come out from a movie. Margarita also was wearing a family tiara parting
her lovely yellow hair that cascaded on her shoulders; she seemed a young
fairy. In the darkness, I pressed Frankie's hand and we sighed. On her
hand, Margarita was carrying a little bunch of 5 fresh roses, three yellow
and two dark-red. Jim advanced and kissed her right there; she looked right
as a fairy that came from a tale. Francis was also dressed in a black
smoking. Charlie smiled satisfied as he entered into the room. In the
background, however, we could see a large painting that Charlie proudly
said was his mom and Margarita and Francis when they were little. I noticed
a couple tears along the little child's cheeks as he sighed. The movie
continued and we watched how Charlie placed his sister hand on Jim's that
smiled at him. Francoise disappeared from the scene a few seconds and then
came again into it; slowing the music; he then said:

	""We are reunited here in front of our mother to marry Margarita
and Jim. I am assisted by my little brother Charles Peter Lambert as a
principal witness."" Charlie smiled and could not resist the temptation to
kiss his brother. "Let's continue: Margarita, Jim, have you come freely
without any objection of anyone obliging you?

	"Yes, we have" they answered at unison.

	"Do you love each other". They looked into each other eyes, pressed
their hand, and very loudly said:

	"Yes, we do."

	"James Martinez, from Spain, I am Francoise Lambert, your friend,
acting as the elder Judge: do you accept Margarita Lambert, from Normandy,
as you wife as long you live, caring your children, loving them as we have
been loved?

	"Yes, I do, with all my heart." Then Charlie said:

	"Margarita Lambert, from Normandy, I am your brother Charles Peter
Lambert acting as the younger Judge: do you accept James Martinez from
Spain, as your husband as long as you live, caring your children, loving
them as we have been loved by our mom?" I could see how the potent lights
illuminated Margarita young lovely face and two tears on her freckled
cheeks. She hugged her little brother tightly saying:

	"Yes, I do with all my heart and soul." Then Francoise said:

	"Please Charlie, the rings:" Jim and Margarita looked at each
other. Francoise added: "Sorry they are silver ones, we had no money, I
borrowed from Charlie that at the same time he borrowed from Uncle Carl; we
gave all of our savings for the Spanish children." We all laughed as the
movie showed Charlie searching into his pocket and gave the rings to his
brother; then Francoise continued: "Now Margarita and Jim, Jim and
Margarita; once you have crossed your rings and promised eternal love..."
Francoise paused and Charlie continued:

	"We, as Judges and your brothers, we declare you wife and husband,
husband and wife for the rest of your lives. Moreover, we also accept the
compromise to look after you and your children even your grandchildren, if
it is necessary during our lives."

	"The same we will." The couple said at unison.

	"Congratulations!!! You can kiss the bride, Jim." They kissed
tenderly a long kiss. Then Francoise kissed Jim and Margarita. Charlie
jumped on their arms and both kissed and hugged him many times. Those
moments were the expression of effusion and deep love. In the instant a
voice came off from downstairs from their father: "Boys and
girl!!...... The End appeared with some added music and an epilogue:

	""END OF PART ONE. PART TWO WILL TAKE PLACE WITHIN SOME YEARS FROM
NOW WITH THE OFFICIAL, THAT NOT REAL, WEDDING. UNTIL THEN, BE VERY HAPPY AS
WE ARE- JIM & MARGARITA.""

I could see Frankie with his large beautiful eyes wide open. We were all
astonished; well not all, all that had not participated in the event.

Charlie put on the lights and we caught Jim and Margarita kissing
passionately; I could observe on the elder boys, how their dicks were
tenting their shorts. Margarita now clearly addressing to Nuria said:

	"Nuria, do you want to celebrate yours." She doubted a moment,
gazed at Francoise blushing as she said:

	"I feel now his wife and he is my young husband. We prefer to wait
a few years to celebrate the real and official wedding together. It won't
be too long, I promise." We laughed, and we kissed Margarita with
congratulations. We realised the elder boys wanted to do something more
than to kiss and we were impeding their plans, therefore I said:

	"Well boys, let's go to swim, the sea is as a lake." Joan and
Charlie cheered up.

	"Yes, let's go." Frankie looked at me and he guessed my
thoughts. We dashed away to the large terrace and down the stairs to the
little bay. Up from there we could sea the clear water and the bottom of
the sea. It was a lovely place and day to swim. In the midway, we took off
our bath-suits and I watched my lover erected dick dangling as he quickly
walked to the beach. We jumped into the clear water and did what normally
children do in such circumstances. We played swam during more than an hour;
when we were tired we came out, dried with the large towels and lay under
the cave protection, so that our heads were in shadow and the bodies on the
sun. We could not stop thinking about the wedding and what the elder boys
and girls were doing in those moments. Joan and Charlie were joking and
laughing, but our dicks were hard as rocks and some precum coming from our
dickheads. We were terrible hot and needed a release; however, in that
moment, Charlie said:

	"Look Joan, what a large dick Frankie and John have!." The view
made their little weenies start to grow. Joan said:

	"John, can I touch it? It is huge compared with ours." I doubted
because I did not want them to believe we were excited to invite to touch
us. Nevertheless, I though it would be lovely to feel the little hand round
my cock.

	"Well... but only once." Charlie then said:

	"Frankie, can I touch you, too?" Frankie did not doubt and said:

	"Okay Charlie, but cannot tell anyone."

	"Okay." Joan that was near me wrapped my dick and stroked it a
couple of times while his left hands started rubbing his own little cock.

	"It is hot, John. What is the water on your dickhead?"

	"It is precum, which is to lube it when I am rubbing, so it does
get sore, otherwise I have to spit saliva on it." Charlie did the same to
Frankie and then they returned to their towels.  Charlie said:

	"Joan, let's compared our dicks." He jumped on top of Joan and sat
on his upper legs; he took in his left hand Joan's dick and stroked it a
couple of times, then put them together. The sensations made the little
boys to moan in delight. I could not wait anymore, I jumped on top of
Frankie, and as he was waiting for me, he opened his arms round me. Our
crotches rubbed against each other up and down; our mouths met passionately
and our tongues whirled inside trying to extract any saliva from our
mouths. We were terrible hot, so a couple minutes later we were moaning and
gasping; our bodies tensed and groans came from our throats as we reached
our climaxes. Joan and Charlie seeing us, they imitated our moves and were
rubbing their little weenies, and their lips glued as a play in a continued
kiss, enjoying the new sensations, at least for Joan. I wonder whether they
reached their orgasms or not, but they were terrible excited and
sweating. As we received the impact of orgasms, we relaxed during a few
minutes to recover; however our dicks were not fully satisfied, therefore I
took Frankie's hand and dragged him into the cave, so we could see the
little boys playing. They were our responsibility.

We started again kissing; Frankie jumped on top of me and he resumed our
touching, soon he scooted down, and after sucking and licking my balls, he
took my dick into his mouth in 69 position; offering me his cock that I
eagerly took in my moth, sucking it hard. I could see the little boys how
they were wrestling with their little weenies hard, now Charlie was under
Joan and this kissing his friend tenderly. After a few minutes of sucking,
we again reached the point of not return with a loud moan. We continued
sucking each other until our cocks became flaccid; then Frankie turned to
his original position and we started kissing. Slowly he whispered on my
ears:

	"I love you, John."

	"I love you, too; my lover. In that moment, we saw Joan and Charlie
quietly pecking on the cheeks and laughing. We remained in silence for
about five minutes, the Joan said:

	"John, please suck me as you have done to Frankie." I did not
expect that, but he saw my doubt and insisted. "Please, please, please
John." He said that with so a sweet little voice that I could not think
different but to suck him. Then Charlie asked Frank:

	"Frankie, please, will you do the same to me?" Frankie doubted to
answer but the little boy insisted: "Please, please, please Frankie. I love
you." Frankie looked at me and I nodded, he then said:

	"Well, we should not do that, however, you are special for us, but
must not mention it to anybody and under any circumstance. Is it clear?"
The little boys widened their evil smiles at unison they said:

	"We promise!" We knew what to do in order they kept the best memory
of their first blowjob. Frankie would follow my actions. We kneeled near
each little boy. Then I said:

	"Let's go into the cave so no one can see us. Joan, lay on your
back." He obediently did, his little short and thick weenie pointing out to
the cave's ceiling. I kissed him tenderly on the lips and I felt his little
tongue trying to get into my mouth; I opened it and he instinctively
explored my mouth. I left his lips and started licking his beautiful
neck. He giggled excited when he felt my tongue exploring him. I raised his
lovely arms up and I licked his armpits. He laughed uncontrollably with the
erotic and ticklish sensation and I could see his dick jerking with each
heartbeat. I sucked his tiny nipples, one after the other, that sent new
sensations because now he was not grinning, but increasing his breaths; his
eyes closed. I scooted down a little, and explored his buttonhole, and then
I continued to his crotch. I felt the lovely salty flavour of his smooth
velvety skin, now brown with a lovely tan that we all had after two weeks
of a daily sun exposing. I raised his legs up to his chest; in front of me
was that beautiful little butt that I loved so much. I excitedly explored
licking the crevice between his anus and his shrunk ball sack. He moaned as
he felt the electrical currents emanating from that sensitive part of his
young body. I reached to his precious weenie and with my lips. I dragged
back his foreskin introducing his total pack into my mouth. His little body
started to squirm in delight, as he could not explain what was happening to
him. I sucked it, I felt his little hand on my heads trying to move it away
to avoid that torture of pleasure he was receiving and could not cope with.

	"Oh!!! Ahg!!!

The two little boys were moaning, tossing their beautiful heads from one
side to other of the towels near screaming:

	"John, plea...se, st... op". Frank, please, st...op."

We smiled but we continued without minding the boys' laments. However,
those screams also affected us. I could not help; I started stroking my
dick wildly as Joan's hands moved thru my hair and back neck pleading me to
stop his torture. Soon I noticed how his little body got rigid with
spasms. He tried to reach his little dick that was into my mouth; he arched
his hips as I put my left hand under his butt and lifted it up to my
mouth. I heard two groans and the little boys collapsed exhausted on their
back breathing heavily and sweating. I continued sucking his little weenie
as I finally reached one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I lay near
his crotch still with his dick into my lips, now quickly getting
flaccid. When we all recovered, the little experienced American said:

	"Wow!, it has been wonderful, even better than when I fucked the
girls in France." Little Joan smiled still in a cloud. He said:

	"John, I never thought it was so good. He kissed me. I joined
Frankie and I put my head near his with a peck on his lovely lips; Joan
said to Charlie:

	"Have you fucked a girl on the bed? Charlie smiled at him.

	"Yes, on the bed." I do not know what his answer was, because the
warm of the cave and our tiredness closed our eyes and we drifted to sleep,
the shadow now fully covering us.  We woke up some time later, probably a
couple of hours, because the shadow had advanced a few metres, hearing the
shouts and yells of the two young couples. Francoise and Nuria on one side,
Jim and Margarita, on the other, were playing, splashing water. We
contemplated them; the little boys jumped from the towels and started
swimming. I could see how Francoise and Nuria stopped playing; they swam a
little bit deeper, he was behind her, and I instinctively guessed what they
were doing. I was good on diving; I could be under the water near two
minutes without taking any air. After a few minute I said:

	"Come on Frankie. Let's dive and see who remain more time under the
water." We jumped into the quiet water, disturbing Joan and Charlie that
had started building a sand castle.  I swan to Francoise and Nuria, I
approached and I saw they were moving their legs to keep stability; but I
also could see how Francoise had impaled her from behind, his dick was near
fully inside her vagina, and his hand rubbing my niece's lovely little
breasts. I emerged a little far from them, but they were with their eyes
closed as probably were reaching their climax. I dove again and I passed
near them. I could see the semen being spurted from Francoise's cock. I
don't exactly know what I felt in that moment: jealous because he had
finished what I had started some months ago..., envy. I still don't
know. Surely, I felt miserably, regret and a lot of shame because I knew I
had violated their sacred intimacy. I promised myself never, never again to
do it. I would have liked to ask them to forgive me; obviously, that was
impossible and I knew it. I wished to cry but instead I quickly swam and
emerged well separated from them. I dragged the towel to the sun and I lay
on it. Frankie came to my side; he lay near me, our noses near touching. He
kissed me a peck and said:

	"Why are you sad, my lovely friend?" I diverted my sight to the
sand; I dared not to look at him, however I had no secret for him.

	"I'm terrible ashamed, Frankie. I feel miserable and dirty." He
looked astonished to me.

	"Why? What have you done to feel like that?" I looked at him and
felt a blur on my eyes.

	"Frankie, you know I can dive even for near two minutes without
emerging."

	"Yes, I know that, but I don't think you should have shame for
that, otherwise you must feel proud of it."

	"It depends how you use your gift. Some minutes ago I dove and saw
how Francoise was fucking our niece, even how he spurted his semen. I
emerged a few metres from them, both were with their eyes closed enjoying
the relax that comes after the orgasm. I don't know why I did it."

	"Well, you should not have done it, but..."

	"Frankie, Francoise is our friend; he has made a lot of thing for
us. How have I interfered their privacy? How would we feel if we were being
spied like that? I have behaved like a rat." Tears came down my face; I
notice Frankie's hand cleaning them, then he kissed my forehead.

	"I guess how you feel, but I am afraid, there is not an easy
solution. You truly regret it, for me I think it is enough."

	"I love you, Frankie. You have released something from my heart, I
feel a lot better.  Let's help the little evils to build up their castle."
We stood and joined them. We built a lovely sand castle; they were so proud
that Charlie came and kissed me on the cheeks with thanks.  However I could
not look directly to Francoise and Nuria; yet I though they were accusing
me of intruder into their private life. We went up to the house, I cleaned
in the outdoors shower and started putting on my shorts in the dressing
room; I wanted to go home with my shame. All boys were naked in the house,
so when he saw me with my shorts on, he entered and asked:

	"John, why have your shorts on? Aren't you comfortable?" I could
not look at him, I was terrible ashamed.

	"Francoise I, I, I feel very comfortable but..." He raised my chin
so he could see me; he was very tall and my top head was at his nose
level. I could not avoid tears starting to form and run down my cheeks. "I
must go home."

	"Did we offend you?"

	"You? You of course not, I am the one who has offended
you. Francoise, please, please, forgive me, I am terribly ashamed." I
started to sob, I could not stop; and between sobs I could articulate. "I,
I, I spied you and Nuria when you were..." He interrupted me.

	"When we were making love in the water?" He looked into my
eyes. "John, we are the ones to ask you for forgiveness; we should have
been more careful. On the other hand, we saw you; eventually we discussed
to ask you for apologies." I could not believe him! He then raised my chin,
kissed my eyes and then he placed his lips on mine for a long kiss. I did
not feel attracted to either Francoise or Jim; I admired them and I was
very proud to be their friend, however he parted my teeth and I felt his
tongue inside my mouth; I loved his taste. My dick started to grow and I
kissed him back passionately. He separated for a moment and added: "I
wanted to kiss you since the moment I saw you in the rail station." I
resumed my kiss that he received gladly. In than moment I felt two hands
rubbing my chest from behind; I thought Frankie was doing it, I turned
around and I met my niece Nuria, she continued my kiss for near half a
minute. Then she separated from me tenderly and said:

	"We love you, John, and are sorry for what we did in the water;
however, it was nothing dirty, only an expression of love of two beings
that want to share their lives together." I tried to argue, but she stopped
me and continued: "I told Francoise what we did last Christmas; he knows it
right from the beginning and we have not any secret." She then kissed me
again and I felt Francoise's long arms wrapping us together. My life had
started again. I felt terrible happy, so immediately as we separated, I
took off my shorts and tossed on the chair and I said:

	"Thanks for your understanding. I am very proud to be your friend
and part of your family. I love you both." I kissed both on the cheek and
they smiled at me:

	"We love you, too, John." I felt the happiest creature of the
world. With my dick erected and dangling, I dashed to the kitchen to help
Jim that was preparing supper; however, in my way I met Frankie; he was
surprised at my quick change. I took his hand and dragged him to the near
room. I kissed him on the lips a long and passionate kiss. Our dicks
erected and ready to spend a time that obviously we could not.

	"You look very happy. What has happened to this sudden change?" I
told him my encounter with Francoise and Nuria, he then added: "It is
lovely news and I'm very happy you took that burden from your heart." He
kissed me tenderly.

	"Frankie, in this moment of happiness I would like to be in the bed
with you and make love together; I would not mind you fucked me, if you
needed it." He kissed me again and answered:

	"Your happiness are my happiness. I feel the same, nevertheless we
can't do here anything, and besides, Jim is waiting us to help to get
supper ready. I'm starving; tonight we can do anything, I promise." We
kissed a quick peck and left for the kitchen.

Chapter 17 - The return.  ------------------------

Charles came and found all of us naked, except the girls, having dinner. He
put on shorts and joined us as normal. Then Charley asked him whether he
could sleepover Joan's home, he granted it, however subjected to Joan's mom
approval; they contacted my sister and she was very pleased to get both
boys together for a couple of nights. They were jumping of happiness.
Round 7:00 pm Frankie and I rode our bikes to the farm; an hour later came
Charles driving his large car with Nuria and the two little boys. My sister
received them with kisses:

	"Come boys, Charlie take your backpack to Joan's room." My sister
Angela was, and still is, the most wonderful woman keeping her children's
rooms tidy and beautifully decorated.  She was special, none of my other
sisters, even my mom, could compare with her. I loved her house. Both boys
went upstairs and when Charlie entered, stopped astonished:

	"Joan, what a beautiful room you have!!."

	"I suppose yours must also have a lovely one. My mom is very
special. I love her."

	"Joan, my room is probably four times the size of this one; however
it is not ten per cent as nice. You are very lucky having a mom like
yours. I would change all my toys, my room and everything I posses for this
one and being with you forever." My sister was outside and overheard the
boys' conversation.

	"Well, Charlie, I am your friend and my mom is also your mom. You
can stay with me all the time you want. Ask papa Charles and your dad to
stay with me. I would be very happy. Can you imagine how many things we
could do together? It would be great, Charlie." As Joan saw some blur on
his friend eyes, he hugged him. "I'll try to hep you. Do you want me to ask
papa Charles for you?"

	"No, I would do myself, but I know the answer. Adults have many
arguments; even they do not allow me to remain with my brother and sister
the time I would wish; nevertheless, when I am eighteen everything will
change, and if you still are my friend, I will come to stay with you."

	"I will always be your friend, no matter if you come here or not."
Joan changed the subject and soon they forgot their conversation. However,
my sister told the family, Nuria told her boyfriend and Francoise told his
dad and Margarita. When Charles heard that he said:

	"We must get a solution about this; his father cannot play with
Charlie's happiness."

	"We agree with you dad, or his dad change his life pattern about
our brother or we will do our best to bring him with us. If you dare not to
do it, as soon as we are eighteen, we will claim our right in respect of
our brother."

	"I fully backup you, sons. I'll talk seriously to him."

We knew thru Jim that Charlie's mother had deserted his children, Francoise
and Margarita when they were five y/o and went to USA. She did not marry
Charlie's father, but registered his son as if he was Charles' son; she
died in a road accident before could get divorced from her previous
husband, Margarita and Francis' father. When they went to her funeral found
they had a brother. Charlie's father had not any rights on the boy; however
Charles permitted the child remained under his physical father's custody,
whenever he looked after the boy as a real father.  They agreed he would
come every year to France to spend holidays with his sister and brother.
Nevertheless, he married a stupid woman and the boy hated her, so he went
to live with his grandfather.

Joan enjoyed Charlie's overnight in the farm. That night when they were
tucked in bed, as soon as my sister closed the door, Joan jumped into
Charlie's bed that gladly received him. They immediately took off their
underwear and hugged. After near an hour of chatting, Charlie suggested:

	"Joan, can we do as we did in the cave? I loved that."

	"Yes, do it." Charlie jumped on top of Joan and started kissing
Joan all around his lovely face. Joan giggled satisfied, their little dicks
erected rubbed against each other belly. Then he turned over into a 69
position and took into his mouth Joan's weenie. Joan found in front of him
that little sausage and he took it eagerly into his mouth. After some
minutes, the little evils were sweating and gasping excited. Soon their
little bodies got rigid and they received the blessing of a beautiful
feeling. Soon Charlie slipped to his side, kissed his new friend, drifting
to sleep snuggled into each other arms. That was a lovely weekend, because
Francis came to sleep in my room; all three, Frankie, Francis and myself
enjoyed a lot.

The weeks went by quickly; Carls came to relieve Charles and everything was
ready for Charles and Charlie to depart for France. It was planned they
would fly to Paris and a few days later, he would take the boy to New York;
where his father would pick him up; however the moment to say goodbye in
the farm was too hard. Charlie was sobbing all the time, when he hugged
little Joan, both started crying loudly, they broke the heart of all
present.

	"Please, please, Charlie, don't leave me, please stay with me, my
mom love you, I love you, All love you. Why do you need to go? Why?" All of
this mixed with sobs and abundant tears in a mixed hug. Charlie hugged even
tighter his new friend and only screamed:

	"I don't want to go to US, I want you and my brothers. Please,
please, papa Charles, leave me here." Charles approached the two hugged
little boys; he tried to separate them in order to make easier their
farewell, but it was impossible. He could not bear the gaze of Charlie
pleading not to take him to US. Francoise touched his father shoulder, he
said:

	"Dad, please, let Jim and I to convince them; I'm sure Joan will
help us. They are good boys; however, are too nervous now. On the other
hand, you could fly directly from Spain to LA, thus Charlie could stay here
a further week, meantime we can change his mind." Charles thought for a
moment and said:

	"You are right, son, please try to calm them down, we can leave
them here the weekend." Francoise and Jim approached the boys kneeling in
front of them, immediately Charlie hugged his brother from the neck.

	"Please brother, don't take me to US, I want to remain here with
you and Margarita; I don't want to go." Francis looked into his brother
lovely eyes and said:

	"First of all, you are Charles Peter Lambert, not Charlie. You are
a little man; I suppose you have not forgotten what happened last Christmas
in your room with that lovely girl." The boy stopped his sobbing when he
heard his brother calling him as a man, he continued: "Men try not to cry
and face things as they are."

	"But brother, I don't want to face again the witch; I'm a Norman
and I want to remain in my country. US is not my country, it is only the
land where I was born."

	"Things are like they are and we cannot change, at least until I am
eighteen, then I promise you will return definitely to France, if you want
that."

	"I will." Charlie said. "I will."

	"Now, you will stop sobbing and apology papa Charles." Jim then
said to both.

	"Papa Charles will fly directly from here to LA instead to go to
France, therefore you can stay here for a further week."

	"Is it true, brother?"

	"Yes, it is."

	"I won't behave like a stupid baby. Sorry brother." He took Joan's
hand and smiled at him. "I can remain with you for another week, even stay
this weekend sleeping with you, we must apology papa Charles. Will you come
with me? He is waiting."

	"Yes, just now." The boys walked to Charles, hugged him and thanked
for letting to be together for another week, promising they would behave as
little men, not as babies. They went back to the villa and immediately
Charles set a long distance call to US, half an hour later the call went
thru, John, Charlie's dad answered:

	"Hello, Charles, it is me. How are the children?"

	"Very well, Charlie is in a farm with a friend. John there is
serious problems about Charlie and I want to express you my concerns. First
of all, I must tell you that our wish is that Charlie is happy with you, he
needs you, and we believe you need him. Today has happened..." Charles told
John all about the expression of Charlie in the farm. "He broke our hearts
and we are not ready to bear that again. As you can see, unless you change
you pattern of life you will lose him; and what I am more worried about,
his brother and sister are determined to exercise their rights as soon as
they reach eighteen. John, you must realise that Charlie needs love and not
a father who cares only about his material needs, that is not enough, I am
afraid. How many times have you tucked him in the bed? How many times did
you take him to the school or waited him on his return? None, I
suppose. John that child needs you as a father and a mother, I regret to be
rude and tell you that you are doing none of it, yet you have relied him to
the custody of an old man and a woman that..." John interrupted him.

	"That is a witch. Charles, you are absolutely right, and just I
have taken a decision, upon your words. First, I must tell you that I am a
divorced man since this morning; my supposed daughters are not mine. I
cannot enter into details, only we have signed an agreement in order to
keep it into privacy; only a few persons know it. Second, I'm travelling
tomorrow to Washington for a meeting. I have received a proposal to stay in
France during a minimum of five years to resolve some problems. I am not
authorised to release a single word about it, however, next Wednesday I'll
confirm you; meantime you can say Charlie he can remain with his brothers
as long as they are in there. Also that he does not need to care about
coming to US, he will remain in France with me."

	"John, those are great news; but what about your father? He loves
Charlie."

	"He is retired and can afford to come to France whenever he wish
and stay as long as he wants with us."

	"In that case I would prefer you tell it directly to your son, you
need to regain his heart; it would not be difficult, because he is the
sweetest creature I ever met."

	"Charles, I know you all love him and that fills my heart with pain
because I dismissed him for so long time.

	"It is not yet too late, John. Think about it. Long time ago, when
Margarita left us, I took the decision of being for my children a mother
and a father. Up to now, it was the best thing I have done in my life."

	"Thanks again Charles. Give a kiss to the family. I'll call you as
said."

	"Goodbye, then."

That is how a new time started for the family. As a premonition, when Joan
and Charlie cuddled in the bed, Charlie looked into Joan eyes, they were
very close, near rubbing their dug noses.

	"Joan, you are a very pretty boy. Did not they say it to you?"

	"Well my mom yes, but moms always say things like that about their
sons."

	"I know, but you are very pretty. I love you." Charlie
instinctively approached his face and kissed Joan on the lips a very long
and tender kiss. Joan grinned at his friend, hugged him very tight and
said:

	"I love you, too, Charlie. I will always be your best friend. Will
you be my friend?

	"I promise I will. In addition, when I grow I'll tell papa Charles
to bring you into the school where Jim and Francoise are now. I will be
there waiting for you. Will you come?"

	"I will, I'll convince my mom and sure they will take me there."

	"Please, don't tell anybody, but I love you." Joan, near sobbing
answered:

	"I love you too, Charlie, but don't tell anybody, too. I love being
with you." Charlie dragged Joan to him and kissed him again on the
lips. They felt how their little dicks were erected and rubbing against
each other crotch; impulsively they started moving up and down as their
pleasure increased. Soon the bed cracked, as they were moving faster and
faster, their lips still glued in a permanent kiss. The need to breathe
freely separated both boys until that wonderful feeling came into their
loins, then to their little sticks. They got rigid as a spasm went thru
their little bodies and with a muffled moan they remained quiet, gasping
for air. When they recovered, Charlie said:

	"It was nice, Joan. I love you." He planted a tender kiss on his
friend's red lips.

	"Yes, indeed. I love you, too, Charlie. When you depart next day, I
will not be there, because I will start crying again and we have promised
not to cry."

	"Don't worry. Tonight is as if we say our farewell. Good nights
pretty Joan."

	"Good nights, lovely Charlie. I love you."

	"I love you, too." A sob started on both boys, they kissed tenderly
again and cuddled into each other arms. A minute later, they were hard
asleep.

Charles talked to his sons about the news, taking care not to be heard by
Charlie. On Wednesday, John called.

	"Charles, everything is ready. I'm flying tomorrow to Paris with my
father; I will receive you at the airport. Is Charlie there?"

	"No, he is in the beach with his friend and brothers, I'll call
him, he will be here in a couple of minutes. He is a healthy boy,
John. Hold on." Charles called the boy and he run upstairs as a bird. When
he got there and recovered his breath he took the receiver.

	"Yes dad, I'm happy you called. I was in the beach playing with my
friend Joan. We are best friends."

	"I'm glad that you are happy."

	"Yes dad, I'm very happy, but I would like not to return home,
except that I miss you and grandpa."

	"Charlie, I have good news for you." At this point all of us were
surrounding Charlie expecting to see his reaction to the news that we
already knew, except Joan. "You don't need to come; in fact you can stay
there until your brother and sister return." That changed his face, he
opened wide his eyes and a happy expression went thru his sparking
eyes. "Charlie, are you there?"

	"Dad, I, I, can't speak. Did you say I can remain here with my
sister, my brother and my friend?"

	"Yes, that is what I said, unless you want to see me and grandpa,
because we are travelling tomorrow to Paris where you and me will remain
for the next five years." Again, Charlie lost his voice and started to
sob. Charles took the phone until the boy recovered from his astonishment.

	"John, it is I. Charlie is sobbing with emotion, he is near ready."

	"Sorry dad, I couldn't help, do you mean we are going to live in
Paris?.

	"Yes, that is what I meant, so I must look for a house and school
for you."

	"But, but, what about the..."

	"The witch?"

	"Sorry, dad; yes."

	"She is not my wife any longer, neither the girls your sisters. I
can't explain you this by phone, son, but I'll do when we met."

	"Dad, I want to return just now. I want to give you a great hug."
This time was the father who sobbed and he could not help it. He thought he
had lost his son, but still he loved him and they could restart their lost
life, interrupted when he got married. "Are you there, dad".

	"Yes, son. I'm here."

	"Dad, I'll return with papa Charles next Saturday. Will you be at
the airport?"

	"Of course, son. I will."

	"Jolly good. Dad, do you have a hotel?"

	"Not yet. I must speak to my friends in Paris; they are arranging
my travel problems.  Why?

	"Please tell them to reserve at Champs Elysees Hotel, suite number
one."

	"Have you been in there?"

	"No. It papa Charles' hotel and Jim and Francoise said it is a
beautiful place to stay. Ask Mr. Jenkins, the manager, say him you are
being recommended by Charlie Peter Lambert; he will sure attend you." John
smiled at his son's word and the same did Charles."

	"I'll do, son. I am sure your recommendation will be more than
enough."

	"Dad, I send you a great kiss and another one for grandpa. Please,
tell I love him."  Charlie handed the phone to Charles, who continued
talking with Charlie's father. As soon as he left the phone, he went to his
sister and hugged her, then Francoise and Jim. "From now on, we will always
be together, we will never separate again. I could not live without my
truly family. I love you." He was again sobbing, but this time of joy. Joan
was the only one that was sad. He was sat down on a corner with his little
shrank dick between his brown tanned legs. Charlie saw him, and taking his
hand, he dragged his friend into his room, closing the door. They hugged
and Charlie kissed Joan on the lips; both started to sob.

	"I'm sorry, Charlie. I promise not to cry, but I will miss you a
lot."

	"Me too, Joan, but now I won't be so far away, only in France and
together with Jim.  Probably I will come more often to the villa, and the
next summer we will be together for six weeks. We will continue exploring
the cave and we will do many things together. Please, be happy otherwise I
will start sobbing like you; I would like to see you content. Will you,
please."  Joan looked into his friend blue eyes; he dragged his face to his
and kissed him tenderly, now smiling. Charlie felt his friend little cock
pressing against his crotch, he smiled back, kneeled and sat on his ankles;
he surrounded Joan butt and engulfed his total package into his mouth.
Joan moaned in pleasure when he felt the warm cave round his penis. He
placed his hands on his friend beautiful curly hair and started caressing
it. Little Joan felt how his dick rubbed his friend palate and a quick
orgasm came to his little rock dick. Charlie noticed the hardness pushing
into his mouth and he increased his masturbation pace until he also felt
the light orgasm. However, as they continued being hard Charlie resumed his
sucking, nevertheless in this instance their lust increased and a couple of
minutes later their breath augmented moaning softly. Joan then stammering
said:

	"Charlie, I think I won't be able to stand, my knees are, are very
weak." Charlie smirked, stood, and took Joan to the bed. He lay on with
their dicks pointing to the ceiling, harder than ever. Charlie resumed his
sucking but this time in a 69 position lying on his right side. He felt his
dick eagerly sucked by Joan, soon their bodies got rigid, a spasm went thru
their little bodies; Joan pushed up his hips as Charlie pushed down to the
little boy's throat. A moan signalled the peak of his dry orgasms. Their
breaths were errant for a minute, nevertheless soon recovered; Charlie
could see little Joan's dick was still hard and he was determined to end
his hardness.  He began again sucking his friend and Joan did the same to
him; after a few minutes, their cock-heads were terribly sensitive, near
paining. Joan was gasping and wanted to pull out his dick from his friend's
mouth, on the other hand he wanted to reach the final and to receive the
lovely feeling; the same was happening to Charlie as Joan was sucking the
head of his dick. As they approached their mutual climaxes, they were
moaning thru their noses felling the intensity of their sex. After five
minutes they could not stand anymore, their little bodies were sweating;
they felt the great feeling approaching to the head of their penises, their
legs got rigid, stopped breathing and could not resist the impact of their
sexual releases. They left their dicks and groaned loudly breathing heavily
and gasping for air. However, when they recovered their breath, Charlie
again took in his mouth again Joan package as his friend did; nevertheless,
this time their dicks were satisfied and started getting flaccid. Charlie
smirked satisfied. He thought for himself: "I got it". They were exhausted
and tired. Charlie recovered his original position, head to head, nose to
nose. A soft kiss sealed their early love.

	"It was very, very nice, Joan.

	"Yes, very nice indeed. I love you, Charlie. I will never forget
you."

	"Me too. We will be best friends forever, Joan." I promise you. Do
you promise be my best friend forever, pretty Joan?

	"Yes, I promise." Joan kissed his friend. "But you are also very
pretty Charlie." Please don't forget me."

	"I will never forget you. Never!" Charlie hugged his friend and
kissed him near his ears; that felt ticklish to Joan and he smiled; looking
into his best friend's blue eyes, he said: "I love you, Charlie." He kissed
him on the cheeks.

	"I love you, too. Are you happy?"

	"Yes, now I am very happy, that's what matters." Charlie kissed him
back a peck on the lips, and hand in hand, they went to reunite with the
rest. The few days went by quickly and Charlie left the villa with Charles
to Paris. He did not go again to the farm because he feared he could not
say goodbye to Joan without sobbing; Joan also did not come to the villa
afterwards.

The two couples plus Carl remained in the villa and Frankie, Francis, the
twins and I rode everyday to the beach, enjoying our company and having
fun; the couples loving each other and having love in all senses; they
enjoyed being in love fucking every night in silence until their bodies
were exhausted. We explored the cave and played as pirates and when our
dicks needed, we licked and sucked one another until we obtained our mutual
gifts shown as lovely orgasms.

The time was a fleet and Carl closed the air tickets; they had planned to
fly on Sunday to Paris and then by bus to Orleans, however there was no
flight on Sunday, so they reserved for Saturday; Jim would directly go to
the school, whereas Francoise and Margarita would do to Normandy. Jim and
his young wife thought it would have been very hard to say goodbye again.

The previous Thursday to their departure during breakfast Carl said he
would spend 24 hours with Mr. Herman, since they had to finish some
businesses regarding Mr. Herman's properties in France. Soon after his
departure Frankie Francis and I arrived on the bikes. It was a hot August
day and all decided to be naked, including the girls while they were inside
the house; needn't to say our eyes glued on the girls and our cocks hard as
rocks, so the three of us went to the beach and released our hardness by
sucking each other to orgasm; however the best was prepared for lunch time.

Jim prepared the best meal he knew and as desserts a large tart. The girls
laughed as we did not know what was next. When we finished the main course
Margarita and Nuria brought the large pie. Jim and Francoise extended a few
large towels on the floor. Jim then said:

	"Now boys we are to eat you as sweet." Perplexed, Frankie looked at
me and I did to Francis; the two couples smiling. Jim took a large portion
of the tart and started spreading it on my chest, tummy, butt, dick,
buttocks, balls and upper thighs. Francoise did the same on Frankie and the
girls on Francis. I envied Francis. Our cocks were harder than an iron bar
and spilling precum, except Francis's. Once they had spread the tart Jim
started licking my face and taking a large portion of tart from my chest he
kissed me, our tongues savouring the sweetness of the tart and our
saliva. Jim was hard, too, but they had prohibited us to touch them. The
three of us were terribly excited, moaning and wanting a release;
especially little Francis where his sister and Margarita were doing an
excellent job, each on a different side. When Jim and Francoise reached our
buttocks, parted them and tried to push his tongue into our butt's hole. I
could not resist anymore, my knees buckled, but Jim supported me as I
screamed in delight, followed by Frankie and little Francis that had never
experienced being sucked by a girl before, besides he was allowed to
massage Margarita's lovely breasts.

The couple did not stop there; they continued sucking and licking us, but
to our astonishment, boys and girls relieved on each of us, so after a few
minutes with Francis the girls went to Frankie, and then to me. This was
too much for us; as soon as I saw Margarita mouth engulfing my cock I could
not stop but took their head and kissed the girl passionately. After a long
kiss, she resumed her sucking and in seconds I had my second orgasm. We
were near exhausted and breathing hard laying on the towels; nevertheless,
the couples had no mercy on us; they continue their job until a third dry
orgasm hit us and our penises got flaccid. Then they stood and kissed
us. Margarita then said:

	"This is our present for you because you are our best friends and
we love you. Now please, go to the beach, we have some business to do." We
grinned in complicity and run to the fresh cave. We were tired and our
cocks satisfied, so, soon were asleep with a beautiful smile on our
faces. The couples went to their respective rooms and enjoyed their
retained sex and love, then went into a lovely slumber until a couple of
hours later. Round 7 pm we took our bikes and returned home, commenting the
secret adventure, knowing we could never release a word of it, but to keep
for our own enjoyment.

The night came, and after heaving dinner, Francoise and Jim took a portion
of the tart remnant and went to their respective rooms doing what they had
made to us. The following morning after lunch, Carl gave a lift to the
couples to the farm and the village. That was the hard moment, especially
for Francoise and Nuria. They were allowed to be a few minutes in her room
to say goodbye. Hugged and kissed tenderly with many tears along their
cheeks. However they were young and strong and understood their love needed
sacrifices. Francoise said goodbye to everybody and went into the car with
Margarita, returning to the villa. On Saturday all four flew to France.

Chapter 18 - Our first real fuck.  ---------------------------------

From the time we kissed the girls we continued near every Sunday waiting
for them and chat and most of the times we hided where we could and kissed
many times; we had to be very careful, otherwise they could be spanked if
someone caught us, however they did not allow us to massage her lovely
little breasts, only light touches that made our balls ache and we had to
jerk off after kissing.

Frankie and I were getting ready to go to our new boarding school, so we
took every minute we could to enjoy our sexuality, knowing that, once we
were in the school it would be very difficult to do anything due to the
religious character of it. Since the beginning of summer, we notice the
need of jacking off everyday; we took every opportunity to do it together,
mostly sucking or masturbating each other as well as we spurted a lot of
precum. It was Friday and that day, as scheduled, Frankie had to sleep in
the farm, however, as the next day Jim would depart to Orleans, he stayed
at home. He loved his brother and knew he was missing Margarita, so he
thought to alleviate his sex needs. When they were in their room, Frankie
jumped into his brother's bed. Jim grinned, raised the light cover and
welcomed his loved brother. They had not sexual contacts since the previous
year. Jim had Margarita, and Frankie had me, and sometimes, the little
Francis and the twins. Jim, as Frankie, always slept naked, so Frankie
cuddled into his brother arms and started kissing him.

	"You miss Margarita, don't you Jim?"

	"Yes, I do." In that moment he felt jealousy of her, but Jim
guessed his thoughts. "She loves you and John a lot, Frankie. I love her,
but in a different way as I love you." He hugged Frankie closer and started
kissing his beautiful face. His brother closeness started to make effect on
him and his dick soon was hard. Jim noticed it and his cock also grew
harder and harder. They looked each other, grinned and instinctively
started kissing passionately; their mouth glued and their tongues revolving
inside. After a few minutes, Jim started flicking his brother neck, down to
his chest; he sucked Frankie's nipples and navel. Frankie took his brother
cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. Now he realised how much Jim had
physically changed; his cock was huge, it doubled his in girth and
length. He thought about the effect that this would make into Margarita's
cunt; sure she loved it. But now she was not there and he wanted to replace
her, if possible. He was gasping as his brother now was sucking his balls.

	"Jim, I, I want you to fuck me." Jim raised his head from his
brother crotch, scooted up and kissed him tenderly.

	"Frankie, you are not serious, aren't you?"

	"Yes, I am. I want you to fuck me, if you like it, of course." Jim
again looked into his beautiful brother eyes and again he kissed him on
each eye.

	"Frankie, your are one of the most beautiful creatures I ever
saw. You have a lovely body and soon you will be a very handsome
teenager. Nothing would please me more than to fuck you." Frankie's face
beamed in pleasure to hear his brother words. He thought Jim still was his
real brother. Jim then added: "However, since I love you, as I will never
love anyone, I won't even try it. You are my brother to whom I adore." Jim
then uncovered their bodies, and pointing to his hard cock, he continued:
"Even if I wanted, my dick is too big for you, and that would seriously
hurt you." Then Frankie complained.

	"I don't mind, I am sure you will be tender to me." He ruffled his
brother hair and caressed his erected dick. Jim was trying to convince his
younger brother, yet to fuck his brother was out of his mind.

	"Please, Frankie, see the size and the girth. Your body is not
prepared to receive my dick; that would hurt a lot, even to bleed."

	"But John had fucked me a few times and I have fucked him. Besides
I know some boys of my age fuck with adult men without being hurt."

	"That's different. I have fucked Francoise many times, however we
have grown progressively to use each other; that's what I recommend you and
John if both of you enjoy fucking each other." Frankie could not reject
Jim's argument.

	"Would you, at least, try?" Jim did not want to disappoint his
brother; but he was determined to put and end to that. He loved his brother
too much. For an answer he quickly scooted down and took Frankie's dick
into his mouth. Frankie squirmed in delight and soon his hips bucked up as
his body stiffened; a few seconds later he moaned loudly when his climax
hit him. Jim then came up and cuddled his brother from behind into his
arms. They remained quiet for a few minutes; however, Frankie felt his
brother dickhead pushing his thighs. He was laying on his right side, so he
lifted his left leg giving a better access to Jim's dick. With his left
hand he cupped Jim's cock and noticed the amount of precum he was spitting;
he spread it over the head. Then led Jim's cock to his near virgin anus,
but Jim retracted.

	"No Frankie. Please no! I'm sorry but I will not do it to you" Near
a whisper he added: "I love you too much, my brother." Frankie felt
disappointed but in his heart his thanked his brother for rejecting his
idea. He turned around facing his loved brother and kissed him gently.

	"I think I am a stupid, but I wanted you to keep good memories from
this moment." Jim looked into his brother large eyes and kissed him
tenderly.

	"I told you it near a year ago when I left." Jim again tried to
convince his brother. "You are not used to a large cock. To do it properly
with an adult size cock, you must start slowly and in several times,
however, the first time can be painful, except that you do progressively as
I told you with John; then your bodies will be adjusted to yourself." They
remained for a few minutes quiet and in silence, soon Jim felt his brother
dick pushing to his crotch, he grinned: "It seems your litter brother is
claiming for something more exciting than to be quiet." Frankie smiled to
his dear brother and started kissing him. For a few minutes they tongued
each other; Frankie wanted to drink his brother into his body, their chins
covered with saliva. "I'll do to you the best blowjob of your life; that
will be as I learned from dad." Frankie's slim cock was jerking in
anticipation, excited he said:

	"I know it, I also read his diary."

	"You little imp!" Saying that Jim straddled his brother, pinned his
arms on the pillow and started sucking his earlobes, then nibbling behind
his ears and down his neck. Francis dick started spurting little drops of
precum; he wanted to stroke his dick, but Jim stopped him. Jim then put his
mouth in the young and smooth armpits darting his tongue and licking every
corner of him. Frankie received the stimulation of pleasure and
ticklishness at the same time; he tossed his lovely head from one side to
other on the pillow, moaning in pleasure. Jim then kissed his brother's
eyes, observing his large and curved eyelashes. "What a beautiful boy he
is" He thought. That brought him a lovely sensation of pride and erotic
feeling in his crotch; he was enjoying and soon he would need to spurt the
accumulation of semen in his balls. He kissed and sucked his brother chin,
then went down and licked and sucked his brown tanned nipples. With those
stimulations Frankie was very close to his dry orgasm; he wanted a release,
it was near painful, but his brother did not allow him to do it. Jim hands
went down and massaged Frankie's wrinkled ball's sack as he sucked his
lovely navel. Frankie could not resist anymore; he stopped breathing, put
his hand on top of his brother's head, arched his hips and groaned as he
was hit with his dry orgasm. Jim grinned satisfied, himself was very close
to it, however, he avoided any cock contact, otherwise he would have
spilled his load right a way. He stopped for a few moments until his little
brother recovered his breath. They had all night to enjoy.

	"Oh Jim! That's so wonderful! I wanted to stop it, but I could
not." Jim smiled and kissed his brother's tummy.

	"I'm glad you enjoyed it. I still have more things to do. It will
be a first class one." Frankie caressed his brother black hair and
smiled. Jim resumed his task. He reluctantly ignored his brother cock and
scooted to his feet. He observed the beautiful and childish calves, still
rounded and thick, noticing the strong bones inside. "He will be taller
than I am. His body is preparing for the long grow" he thought. He sucked
one by one all his toes; Frankie did not know how lovely he would feel with
this action, especially when his brother took into his mouth the big
one. His dick started jerking wildly, "How can it be so good in my feet?"
He thought; he was near a second dry orgasm; his cock leaking precum that
run along its shaft to his crotch after filling the gap between the head
and foreskin. Jim advanced, massaging his calves; Frankie spread his legs
giving him a better access, he was again gasping and his cock harder than
ever. His brother bent Frankie legs and put his head between, starting
licking and massaging his thighs.  Frankie felt his brother hands rubbing
his soft skin near his loins. He bucked his hips, his body stiffened and
his toes bent as he again stopped breathing and moaned loudly with his
climax.  Jim could not keep himself. Frankie in his ecstasies extended his
legs taking between them his brother cock. Jim felt the smooth skin rubbing
his dick, he gasped and also bucked his hips as his cock started spurting
wads of white stuff over his brother; the first shot landed on Frankie
neck, the second on his chest and the third on his balls; a few more went
to his lovely thighs.  Jim collapsed on top of his brother, his head on his
tummy. He could observe how his little chest went up and down with his
breath.

They remained quiet for a few minutes recovering from their excitement. Jim
raised his head and looked to his brother's lovely face, Frankie smiled and
soon both were laughing.

	"Jim, it has been fantastic; you are, you are... marvellous. It is
not strange that Margarita fell in love with you." Jim gladly accepted his
brother compliments. He scooted up, kissed his brother and started licking
his own semen. Frankie's dick was still erect, but not as hard as before;
he had not touched it and he had received twice the nice feeling, as he and
I used to say. Jim continued licking his brother till he was clean. "How
does it taste, Jim?"

	"Not bad." He took a little bit from his brother balls and put his
finger into his mouth.  Frankie tasted it, he make a grimace and said:

	"It has a rare flavour; perhaps if I take a larger amount I may
like it. Jim, let's make a 69 as I do with John; that would allow me to
drink your stuff."

	"We will do whatever you want pretty brother, but I don't recommend
it to you. Drinking someone else's semen develops a special bond of
love. Our bond is even stronger than that, Frankie; so I would suggest you
wait for this to do it with John. I'm sure he will be very happy receiving
your first semen and you his." Frankie understood he was right, our love
was very deep and still is; he extended his arms and kissed his
brother. However, his kiss converted from tender to passionate; soon both
brothers were involved in a mutual sexual relationship again.  Their dicks
hard. Jim resumed his task, now a littler bit more comfortable after his
release.  However, his young body was filling his big balls again. He
continued licking his brother smooth thighs; he grabbed his legs and raised
them to Frankie's chest. Frankie thought he was to fuck him. Nevertheless,
that was far from Jim's thoughts; he started licking his balls and
continued thru the crevice that ended in his butt hole. That made his dick
jerks and spurt precum abundantly. Frankie was approaching to his final
release when his brother took into his mouth his whole package. Frankie
gasped and moaned in pleasure; he barely could say:

	"Jim, I want to suck you, too." Jim did not respond, instead he
went around and took a 69 position. Frankie eagerly took his brother dick
into his mouth. Frankie had to make an effort to take his brother's big
cock due to difference between the two brothers body size. He sucked it and
felt his dick being as a vacuum working on it. Both brothers felt the
moment to arrive; Jim noticed Frankie stiffness and how he arched his hips
to meet his mouth. He sucked even harder and soon Frankie stopped
breathing, at the same time Jim retrieved his dick out of his brother's
mouth. A strong orgasm hit both brothers at the same time; Jim collapsed on
top of his little brother; his dick on his right shoulder, near his neck
started spurting again his white load. Jim slid to his right side, dragging
his brother with him. He continued slowly sucking Frankie's lovely dick
that started to soften. They remained for some minutes quiet, then, Jim
turned around and recovered his original position near his angel
brother. He kissed his brother and dragged Frankie to his chest. He
caressed his hair and kissed his forehead. Looking at him tenderly he said.

	"I love you, Frankie; you are so special to me..... " They paused
in silence, them Jim said: "You know Frankie, when you stood for the first
time and started to walk, you were one y/o, and I was near three. Mom told
me that dad and she were in front of you encouraging you to start
walking. You smiled at them happily and started walking bumbling, however,
instead of going to them you turned and walked to my arms. Mom said that
you giggled and I hugged you very close to me, kissing your silky curly
hair.

	"I love you Jim, you will never know how happy and loved I feel
when I am near you."

	"I have a crutch on you, little brother. If I ever had a boy, I
would like he is a copy of you." He again kissed Frankie.

	"I am sure you will have, but even better than me. Margarita is a
beautiful girl. Can't you imagine a boy with deep blue eyes and black curly
hair like us?"

	"Yes, I imagine, because my first memories about you I remember
your angel face that, except for the eyes, is my ideal for my future son."
Frankie kissed his big brother and even cuddled more into him. Jim
continued: "When you were near three, you still wore a night nappy; however
mom wanted you to sleep without anything, though risking you peed the
bed. You started very soon speaking and with your words, told mom that you
wanted to sleep in my bed. I told mom to tackle you near me, however he
warned me that you might pee me. I said that I did not mind, she agree and
we slept together for the first time. You never wetted the bed while you
were in my bed." Frankie kissed again his brother's chest; he had started
playing with Jim's silky bush. Jim was rubbing his little brother thighs
tenderly, caressing his flaccid little dick that started to grow. "I never
fed up of touching and caressing you." Frankie grinned and kissed his
brother lips.

	"I love your touch and your petting; however that could lead us to
start again." Jim smiled at his brother.

	"I don't mind, but I think we will be asleep before we start. We
should change the sheet."

	"Please, keep it until tomorrow. Its smell is similar to the
product we use to clean the house. I love it. Besides I want to keep the
dry semen on me until we shower tomorrow morning." He looked into his
brother eyes and kissed him tenderly. Both brothers hugged again; Frankie
turned around on his right side and felt his brother package glued to his
butt. He felt happy and safe in his brother's arm. He felt a kiss on his
hair. He pushed his brother to him and in seconds they were hard asleep.

Jim woke round 10:00, too late for him; he contemplated his little brother
in sweet dreams.  "What a beautiful being he is!" he thought. He kissed him
and could observe how his brother's dick was hard and erect. He caressed it
for a moment and heard his brother's moan. He thought to continue giving
pleasure to him, but last night they had enough sex. He stood and went to
shower; returned and Frankie was still in the same position. He squeezed
his brother dick and Frankie opened his lovely eyes.

	"Good morning, young lazy." Jim said. Frankie enlarged his arms and
hugged his brother. He jumped from the bed naked and went to shower;
meanwhile Jim made the bed and changed the sheet stained with their sex
leaks. After doing their daily chores and have breakfast Frankie hugged his
brother from behind.

	"Thanks Jim for making me feels so happy. This year I won't drop a
single tear at the airport, and let alone if John comes. Jim smiled and
started preparing his luggage. A few minutes later I arrived; as usually we
run upstairs and we kissed, I said:

	"Coming up here I met the girls, they said they will be at the
river beach tomorrow."

	"Fantastic; however if they have said it, must know we are not
going just for kissing."  Frankie grinned.

	"I suppose you have something in mind."

	"Yes, I do; however we'll talk it over tonight. " In that moment
Frank entered, and after kissing me he invited me to have lunch with the
family. A few minutes later Carl, Francoise and Margarita arrived and in
half an hour we departed for the airport, we packaged into the small
car. The departure time came, but surprisingly I only could observe tears
in Jim's mom. Frankie was unusually happy. We stayed there until the plane
took off. We returned home; it was round midday and after having lunch we
cleared the dishes and went for a ride trying to see the girls.  We did not
find them, so after dinner we preferred to chat with Frank for an hour,
until we decided to go to bed.

We chatted under the covers where normally we would have started making
love; however we were very excited with our preparation for the new
school. It was near midnight when Frank peered thru the door:

	"Boys, too late to talk, time to sleep." We said good nights,
cuddled into each other arms and kissed with a peck on the lips. A few
minutes later, we were hard sleep. The following day was Sunday and we had
agreed with the girls to meet at the river beach. At this time of the year,
water stream had diminished and a lovely sandy beach had appeared; many
people of all ages were there, swimming and taking sunbath. We left the
bikes in the farm and continued on foot. We spotted the girls near a large
bush, separated from most of the public. As we approached we saw a young
couple engulfed in kissing and near fucking under the bush; we ignored them
though our dicks started to get hard. We greeted the girls, took off our
shirt and lay down near them, so we were facing them whereas they were back
to back. As usual I chose Helen. She was a pretty girl with two nice little
mandarin sized breasts. She wore an old bath suit that covered her from her
crotch to under her neck. They were well over twelve now, so they looked
much older than we were.

	"We thought you were not coming." The blonde said.

	"We always comply our promises." Frankie said. She grinned at me
and I lay near her, so I could oversee if anyone was approaching. Our faces
were so near that our noses could touch. I'll describe what I did because
Frankie was doing very much the same. I put my hand behind her neck and in
a quick move I placed my lips on her. She did not move, I thought she were
surprised.

	"I thought that a future priest would not kiss a girl." She said
grinning.

	"We are not going to be priests and you know that; this is a way to
have a chance to go into high school without paying it. I trust you would
not tell anybody about our encounters."

	"Are you mad? If my uncle and aunt knew I have kissed you, they
will spank me to death." I looked at her and I pushed her head to me. Our
lips glued and I parted her teeth with my tongue. I felt her resistance but
finally she allowed me in. My dick started to spurt precum, now tenting my
shorts. She found our kissing so good that I felt her arm round my neck
pushing my tongue into her. Our bodies approached and I felt her little
breasts pushing against my chest. With my left hand I massaged gently her
little lemons, my right one went between her thighs. She squirmed in
delight and we moaned with pleasure. I felt her hand rubbing my erection. I
started humping against her, our mouths glued. However, I felt my body was
going out of control as the couple we had previously seen; we were very
hot. In that moment Frankie said:

	"Someone could see us. Let's move."

	"Where?" I stood and took her hand. She picked up her towel and
clothes and followed me. Frankie and the other girl were behind us. A few
metres further we heard some moans; I raised my finger to my lips,
motioning silence; we saw a couple of teenager boys under a thick bush in a
69 position sucking each other. They probably were near their climax and so
involved in their action that did not notice our presence; that increased
our hotness. About one hundred metres far from there, covered with a large
thick bush, we found the entrance to the cave and entered in it. About ten
metres, it turned to the left; there nobody could see us. There were many
old tree leaves on the hard floor, brought by the wind. We placed our
towels and without anymore foreplay, I took off my shorts; my cock popped
out. She looked at it and slowly grabbed it, spreading my precum on the
head. I gasped with pleasure. I bent over her and started kissing her
passionately. I grabbed her swimming suit and yanked down to her waist; two
beautiful lemons appeared and I dropped my mouth, licked, and sucked
them. We lay on the towels, the girl groaned as my tongue touched her
bosom. I dragged her cloth to her ankle and I could see her lovely cunt
with some pubes round it. We were very hot and I knew we had not much time,
however I wanted to get my goal of fucking that lovely girl, but I feared
that it might happen as with Nuria.

I was sucking her tongue now, I descended to her navel; I raised and spread
her legs a little bit; I saw my target and I thought she was waiting me to
fuck her cunt. With my left hand, I guided my cock to the entry and
pushed. It went inside a little bit, until it stopped on her seal. I bent
over her and I our mouth joined, our tongues met inside. She was gasping
and moaning as I retrieved and fucked her; however, we were very excited
and our bodies out of control. We were gasping loudly. I felt her hands on
my ass cheeks exploring my butt crack; my climax was approaching quickly,
instinctively I pushed down as she arched her hips. The two actions
together drew my dick to screw her hymen. I felt a wonderful sensation as
it entered totally into her warm cavern; at the same time a little yell
came from her throat. I felt an intense pain on my right shoulder as she
bitted me in the peak of her orgasm; however, I quickly retrieved and
quicker enter her again and again. The sharp pains disappeared being
immediately replaced by the new sensations of our orgasms approaching. In a
few seconds, she groaned loudly as she got her first climax. I shoved my
dick deeply into her with a final thrust as I exploded into her warm cave;
my balls tighten trying to eject what they were not able to do yet. I fell
on top of her dripping sweat. She had released my neck and was breathing
heavily; her lips red with my shoulder's blood. I laid my head on her left
shoulder until we recovered our breath. I felt something about that girl in
that moment; I kissed her tenderly as she tussled my wet hair:

	"I love you, John. You are a wonderful and tender boy."

	"I love you, too, Helen. I will never forget you. When we grow I
will always remember you as I see my shoulder's scar on the mirror." She
lovely smiled. I thought I really loved her.  Tenderly I caressed her face
and kissed her again.

	"Sorry, John, but it is your fault; it was so, so good that I could
not control my mouth."

We grinned happily. My dick was again hard; I kneeled beside her and
started kissing her passionately. I moved up to her neck and nibbled her
ears' lobes; she trembled and moaned in pleasure. I felt her right hand on
my neck and her left rubbing my back; she continued down and squeezed my
butt cheeks, rubbing the canal between asshole and my dick. She cupped my
whole package, stroking my dick slowly. I moaned as I sucked her little
teats.

	"John, please, let's do it as those boys we saw under the bush."
She said gasping. I changed my position to a 69's; I saw that Frankie was
imitating us. I started again sucking her chin as she massaged my hair and
my butt. I continued with her breasts and I felt her tongue on my nipples;
I continued, I licked and nibbled her navel. Finally, I slid my arms under
her butt and lifted her a little bit; I took in my lips her clit, however
that was too much for her; she near screamed as the new sensation was as an
electric discharge thru her young body. She pushed my butt down and took my
full package into her mouth. That also was too much for me; now I was the
one to moan loudly. "Please, John, put it into me." I did not doubt a
moment; I recovered my original position on top of her and soon my dick
fully entered her. We mutually felt a wonderful sensation as our mouths
glued in a wonderful kiss, our tongues darting inside.  Suddenly, she
hugged me tightly and turned over, so I was under her on my back. She
raised and sat on my dick, her long hair hanging and rubbing my chest; then
she started rotating her body on top of me, so my dick was rubbing her
vagina's walls. That was too much; I was very close to my climax.

	"Helen, I, I, I'm coming in seconds." We wanted our fuck to last as
much as possible; she reluctantly stopped grinding, bent her lovely body
and our mouths glued in a long kiss.  When she left my mouth to breath, I
tossed my head in pleasure and I could see Frankie fucking his girl in
doggy position. I dragged her again to me and started to suck her little
lemons; she again turned over and I was now on top of her. We mentally
decided to finish; I started fucking her quickly as my orgasm was
approaching. We were uncontrolled, we did not mind who could see or hear
us; we were two wild young animals that experienced for the first time that
wonderful sensation. I felt her hips as they arched to meet my dick deeper
inside her. I pushed all what I could as we were hit by that tremendous
orgasm at the same time with loud and uncontrolled groans. Again, I fell on
top of her exhausted; loosely I slipped to her left side, still our legs
intertwined and my dick inside her. We were sweating and breathing heavily;
we could hear our heartbeats into our chests. I tossed a little bit my head
and I saw Frankie and the other girl very much in the same position; I
think they had their orgasm at the same time we did. We remained like that
without saying anything for at least five minutes. My dick had come out of
her vagina and now it was flaccid between my legs. I moved and kissed her;
she returned the kiss. I caressed her smooth cheeks and she took my hand
placed a kiss on my palm.

	"I love you Helen, I love you with all my heart; I would like to be
here for the whole life with you; you are so beautiful... I would recognize
your eyes even in the darkness; they spark like little fireworks." She
kissed me tenderly caressing my hair and rubbing my cheeks.

	"You are very handsome, John; I would like to eat you, especially
that lovely tuft on your forehead." She caressed it. Then after a silence
she asked me: "John, do you shoot your...  you know?"

	"No, not yet. We are not yet twelve; I think in a few months it
will come. And you?"

	"Yes, I'm bleeding since a couple of months; my aunt told me that a
woman cannot get pregnant if she fucks during a few days after her
menstruation."

	"So, you are already a woman and I am not a man yet." She kissed me
tenderly.

	"It does not matter, after a year or so we will be the same." We
kept silence for a few moments, and then I looked into her sparking eyes.

	"Helen, when we grow up, will you promise to marry me?"

	"Marry you? We are already married; we do what married couples do."

	"Well yes; but I mean... the church, children and so on." I will
study hard and I'll earn a lot of money. I would like to have a girl as
prettier as you are... and buy you many dresses."  She interrupted me.

	"Or a boy as handsome as you are."

	"Well, yes."

	"Yes, I promise, I love you and I will continue loving you
forever." I kissed her and she kissed me back. My cock was again hard and
she caressed it, I moaned in pleasure. "Let's do it again John; I love
that." I grinned and pushed her on the soft towel, the tree leaves sounded
as a bed. I placed her hands under her head and watched that beautiful
body; I thought that a special time would fit. I started licking her ear
lobes and she moaned; then came down and kissed her eyes and sucked her
chin with that little dimple I liked. I missed her mouth and went under her
armpits. I licked one after the other and she sighed in a mix of pleasure
and ticklish; then to her lemon teats. They were very hard and my lips and
tongue nibbled them; she could not resist and placed her hands on my head
caressing my hair.

	"Please John, put your dick into me; I can't resist anymore." But I
wanted that to last during some more minutes, so I left those sensitive
parts and our mouths glued in a passional kiss until our saliva run on our
chins. I broke our kiss and licked her buttonhole; she was very wet and her
still pink pussy was shining with precum. I missed it and went to her toes,
licking each one. She moaned loudly as she found so erotic and sensitive
her feet. Then I returned licking her smooth thighs; she then spread them
giving me a better access. She was very close to orgasm and was groaning
and moving her head to either side of the towel. I placed my tongue on her
clit and she lifted her hips to meet my mouth.

	"Please, please, John, enter me! I went to her and our mouths
closed in a continue kiss and at the same time my cock deeply entered
her. She moaned and started grinding her hips; then, as our climaxes
approached, she turned over on top of me and I felt her left hand rubbing
my balls trying to pull them up into her cunt. We turned over a couple of
times and finally she was on top of me when that beautiful and strong
orgasm hit our young bodies. I raised my hips and she pushed down; then she
fell on top of me breathing hard, our hearts beating at unison.  We
remained there for a few minutes, and then she turned to her right side and
kissed me a peck on the lips.

	"This time you did not bite my shoulder." She grinned beautifully.

	"I had to make a great effort. It has been lovely John. "Where did
you learn so many sex things? You are too young for that."

	"It is a secret and a special like this I only do to very especial
person, like you." She kissed me again. We remained in silence for a few
minutes; then she said:

	"I think we should finish, we must return home, however we should
swim a little bit before; that will clean us." I smiled. I had my plans in
order no one could guess we had been fucking.

	"You return to the beach, so they may think you were peeing or
something like that."  She laughed as I continued. "We will meet you
there. She looked at me puzzled, but she did not say anything. We put on
our bath suits, kissed them before they left the cave; we returned where we
had been.

	"Frankie, put on you shirt."

	"Why, it is too warm, or did you spend all of your energies?" I
patted his lovely butt.

	"You can do whatever you like, but into the cave it is a little bit
fresher than here." He looked at me puzzled. I put on my shirt and he did
the same. I advanced a few metres into the cave, now it was darker; I
touched a little parcel and extracted a flashlight; I put it on and we
started walking into the cave.

	"How was it?" Frankie asked me while we walked into the cave.

	"My god, it has been wonderful, Frankie! I will never forget this,
they are very hot girls. I love Helen."

	"Yes, they are, and pretty too. The problem is that I don't think
we will be able to repeat it, and it is a pity."

	"We never know, perhaps we can get them again before we leave for
the school."

	"May I remind you that you will not have any other Sunday until
next Christmas, and then it will be too cold to come into this place?"

	"Well, we will see them next summer, perhaps for that time we may
be able to spurt something and enjoy it even more. Anyway, we he have had a
very good time, I am sure we will never forget it."

	"I do agree with you." Frankie then hugged and kissed me on the
lips. He then added: "At least we will be together, that's better than
nothing." I kissed him back on the lips.

	"That's very important, Frankie. I love you more than any girl or
boy in the world."

	"Me too, my handsome boy." He kissed me. Let's continued walking,
otherwise we will finish here making love in the darkness."

	"You are right." In that moment, we felt a draught on our faces. "I
think we are near the farm." I found the iron door near open, we forced it
and entered; we closed it and went up to the stairs where we had left our
bikes. Taking care not to be seen, we rode to the beach, and in a few
minutes we were approaching the girls that were sat where we had met them
before. They smiled us guessing our strategy. We swan for a few minutes and
returned to the village, each girl sat on our bike cross bar. We left them
at the first houses; they did not want us to go further.

	"Will we see you again? Frankie asked. The girls looked at each
other and Helen said.

	"We cannot go out on week days; therefore we hope to see you on
next Christmas when you come for holidays." She had her hand on my bike, I
pressed it and I answered.

	"I'll miss you, Helen."

	"Me, too." She started to walk toward the houses. Impulsively I
left the bike on the floor, I looked at each side, I took her from behind
and as she turned around, I kissed her on the lips, a tender kiss. She
looked at me amazed, but said nothing. I could notice tears coming out her
eyes; she them said:

	"Thanks Jacky for the good time we have spent." Then she ran away
followed by the other girl. Soon they were out of sight and we returned to
Frankie's home. Nobody had called me Jacky before. We did not mention our
farewell again. We spent the rest of the week playing in the farm and
getting ready for the next Sunday morning.

Next Thursday, I was in bed, it was early, however I wanted to read a few
comics that Nuria had given me. I enjoyed them as any other boy of my
age. Suddenly I heard some conversation downstairs and a few minutes later
Francis and Joan entered in my room. Little Joan said:

	"Mom have said us we can sleep tonight with you, if you don't
mind." I looked to that beautiful little boy; I raised the sheet inviting
them to jump into the bed. They quickly stripped naked and both went under
the cover, Francis was behind me, and Joan facing me. I felt Francis' arms
surrounding me, his crotch on my butt. I felt his lips kissing my neck and
my face.  I turned my head as I could and kissed him on the lips.

	"I guess we need to close the door." Francis grinned; he jumped
from the bed and locked the door. His dick was already hard. I felt his
moves round me and that put me very hard, because I knew what he was trying
to do. Joan kissed me and his little hand gripped my dick that was already
spurting drops of precum. He then said:

	"Uncle John, I want you to fuck my ass." Probably they had talked
and planned it. He had a beautiful round child butt and perhaps in other
circumstances I would have fucked him.  However, no; he was my little
cousin and my cock was too large and thick for him; sure I would hurt
him. Besides, I loved him too much. Before I answered, I kissed him
tenderly on the lips, he pushed his little tongue and parted my teeth, I
could not stop his tongue touching mine inside my mouth. I loved that.

	"I love you too much Joan. I am too big for you and I would hurt
you badly. No, even I won't try." He felt disappointed; he looked at me
saying:

	"Charlie did it to me and I did it to him." Francis then from
behind added:

	"I told you. Even mine is too big for you."

	"In that case I must wait until Charlie returns."

	"Yes, it is better you wait until then." I said. He then scooted up
and put his erected weenie in front of my mouth for me to suck. I wanted to
give pleasure that little evil. I dragged him down again and I started
kissing and licking him round his little beautiful body. His neck, armpits,
and nipples. I placed him with his back to me; I rubbed and kissed his back
thighs. I sucked little toes as he started squirming in delight.

	"Please Uncle John fuck me." I said nothing but I put my head
between his legs and licked his crevice; I tried to fuck him with my
tongue; but he was too excited and I could not penetrate him; however, he
moaned in pleasure as my tongue touched and licked those sensitive nerve
endings. Suddenly he turned and took a 69 position; soon I felt his little
mouth round my cock. However, due the difference between our bodies, I
dragged him to me, because I wanted to give him pleasure. He reluctantly
left my dick as I took his whole package into my mouth. He then wrapped his
little hands round my cock and balls and started jacking me off. I felt
another sensation; I felt Francis' cock trying to enter me. He had gotten
the oil and spread some on his dick. I raised my left leg and in a single
push, he gladly went into my hole. In spite I was not very fond of being
fucked, I enjoyed it because he was one of the person I most loved. I
wanted him to enjoy our last time before I returned from the school. During
a few minutes, he fucked me; I sucked Joan and he jacked me off. When I
noticed we were all moaning and gasping near our orgasm, I said:

	"Let's, let's... stop for a while." We remained quiet only kissing
each other, but our bodies claimed a release; so, after some minutes, we
resumed our task and soon our bodies got rigid. I noticed how little Joan's
body pushed against me; a loud moan came from Francis as he gave me his
final thrust and I pushed my hips onto my little Joan belly as I pulled him
to me.  That was a wonderful moment. That night we repeated our sexual
actions. I fucked Francis; he placed himself with his back to me, so he sat
on my dick impaled, then little Joan made a 69 with his brother, so I had
all the weight on me; it was more or less as before, but otherwise. We did
until we were exhausted and in heap, we drifted to sleep. Early morning I
got out of the bed, opened the door, and went into the other bed. We needed
to rest, and the three together prevented it.

Chapter 19.- In the new school.  -------------------------------

On Saturday, we said goodbye everybody and on Sunday early morning, we took
the 8:00 am train to the city. We were silent. Our parents were chatting
about our future and Frank was explaining us about our behaviour in the
religious school. We heard nothing. Our thoughts were in our previous
Sunday, the time spent in the cavern with the girls. As my memory reeled
back my dick started to grow and I could see Frankie was thinking about the
same. I felt my dad hand pushing me.

	"Did you hear Frank, John?"

	"Sorry dad, I was distracted with some thoughts." He grinned and
Frank started again.  The time elapsed quickly and we entered into the rail
station. Dad asked for a taxi, and at 9:45 we were entering in the
school. We could see a few boys with their parents coming in, all were
students with scholarship; pay ones would arrive during the afternoon and
evening. Immediately we saw Marcus and Antonio approaching us. They greeted
our parents and we shook hands; I could notice how Marcus blushed.

	"Welcome to the school. Father Angel is waiting for you." We saw
the young priest, and after greeting our parents, we sat for a few minutes
in his office, then he said:

	"Well, say goodbye to your family. Marcus and Antonio will show you
everything and your places." We kissed and hugged them. We took our
suitcases and followed our new friends.  We crossed a grass field and
entered in a large red-bricked building. We stepped up and soon we were in
a large dorm; it had beds on each side; each bed had a wardrobe, a
nightstand and a chair; the carpeted floor made it looks comfortable. We
left our luggage on the last two beds at the bottom. Marcus then said:

	"We have arranged with father Angel a good job for you both. You
will be in charge of the linen store. It is an easy task, in summary you
have to get control of all linen coming in and out. Every Saturday morning,
a truck will arrive with the clean linen; it is packed in parcels of 50
units, the driver will collect the dirty sheets, towels, etc. also packed
in 50 units. The cleaners make that task; before the truck comes, they
exchange dirty for clean linen and should put down in a book the quantity
they exchange. Tasks are described on this paper." Frankie then said:

	"I suppose it is a good job and give us some privacy; but why don't
you have it?" They both grinned slyly.

	"Good and clever question, we expected it. We are friends and we
know each other, therefore we want to be honest with you right from the
beginning; however you must promise us you will not release a single word
of it." We looked at each other a little bit confused and then Frankie
said:

	"You have our word for it." Antonio then said:

	"As you well know we are... we are homo." He blushed, then I put my
arm on his shoulder and said:

	"You should not be ashamed of that, besides you might change before
you are a full adult."

	"Thanks John. I don't think so, but by now we like boys, even we
don't reject adults." He paused for a moment, then Marcus continued:
"Father Angel, the Director and the Bishop are boy-lovers; especially the
bishop. Most of weekends we spend our time in his bed." We were a little
surprised, Frankie then asked the blond boy:

	"Sorry Marcus if I am rude; but does he fuck your butt?"

	"Not much, only a couple of times; he mostly likes being fucked by
us."

	"Do you enjoy it, Antonio?" I asked.

	"Yes, a lot. He is an old man, very kind and good to us; something
like a father. In some way, we love him. He tells us many stories about the
Church and the priests, from the Pope to our current priests. We are not
the only ones homo in the Catholic Church; there are thousands that enjoy
with boys and young men.

	"We know it." Frankie said. "My father knows very well this
powerful institution and told us something about it; no so clear as you
say; but Church's history is full of these relationships, so we don't much
care about it; after all, they are human beings. Aren't they?"

	"You are very comprehensible, Frankie. As you will study, in the
past, those words would have taken you into the fire."

	"What about the director and father Angel." I asked.

	"The director has his own boys to please him. He mostly likes boys
of 15 or over. As far as we know, he likes to fuck and being fucked in the
same extent. He has a lover that changes from time to time; normally young
priests. Father Angel is a different matter. He is a lovely and joyful
man. He loves boys as much as he loves girls. Here organizes little orgies
with young boys; he does not fuck them, except if he is asked to do so. He
mostly likes to see each other fucking and kissing; he takes part helping
them to enjoy; masturbating, French kissing, sucking and been sucked by
them." The twins' explanation got us hard and I could observe the twins
were tenting their shorts, too. We had descended to that building's
basement where the linen store was placed; he extracted a key and opened
the door, closing it behind us. It was a large room full of shelves with
hundreds of packages of sheets, towels, etc. At the bottom, there was a
large old sofa, a door leading to a tiny toilet with a shower, scarcely for
one person. I looked to Frankie and he looked at me with a wink; I placed
my left hand on Marcus belly and with my right one I squeezed his butt;
Frankie did the same with Antonio. Marcus spun, looked at me for a second
and kissed me. I opened my mouth and our tongues mixed inside with
delight. I rubbed his dick and he did the same with me, caressing my butt
cheeks.

	"John, I want you to fuck me." I did not say anything, but started
stripping him down. He took my shirt off me and yanked my shorts and
underwear down. Our dicks popped out erected.  Naked, we started kissing
passionately. Antonio, that had done the same with Frankie, left his
kissing and brought two soft blankets that spread on the floor. I dragged
my blond friend to the blanket and he lay on his back. "Please, fuck me
hard. I wanted this since the first day I saw you in the examination."

	"I may hurt you. Do you have oil or vaseline?"

	"No, but don't need it. It is not the first time I am fucked." We
engaged again in French kissing for at least five minutes. I was on top of
him, our dicks rubbing against each other, both pouring precum. I wanted to
have a light dry orgasm in order to concentrate in a true orgasm later;
however, this would lead him to climax himself.

	"Marcus, I want you not to touch yourself. Promise?"

	"I'll try it." He said gasping." I approached him from his left
side and started nibbling his earlobes; as I sucked them he took my head
and started rubbing my hair; other hand went to my back and massaged my
back muscles. Obviously, his ears were very sensitive parts of his body. I
continued to his neck and he moaned in pleasure when he felt my tongue on
it. I raised his left arm and buried my mouth on his armpit. He had
recently showered because I found a lovely and sweet smell in there, plus a
couple of pubes. He moaned again as he felt a ticklish pleasure
together. "Please John, fuck me right now." I grinned and saw how Frankie
also smiled, because Antonio was also asking for that. I ignored it and
continued to his face; I kissed his eyes, his nose and finally I sucked his
chin. He could not remain quiet and dragged my face to his kissing me
passionately. "Please, John, don't tease me anymore. Fuck me." I left his
kissing for a moment.

	"I need it, too, myself. But I want you to have a good memory from
our first encounter." I saw his dick jerking with every heartbeat and
precum running down to his crotch and ball sack. I scooted down and took
one of his nipples in my mouth; he near screamed in delight when I did the
same with the second one. I sucked his navel and finally I reached his hard
cock. I knew that a few strokes would bring him to the edge of his climax;
therefore I stopped for a couple of minutes to cool him down. That was also
good for me, because I was quickly approaching to my orgasm. We kissed
again and I went down to resume my task. I raised his legs to his chest and
I could see Frankie was putting Antonio in a doggy position. I licked and
nibbled his crevice and he tensed in pleasure.

	"Please, please, John; fuck me, fuck me hard! I want you in me." He
pleaded. I could not stop, so I placed my dick on his pucker and I pushed
hard. In a single thrust my dick went inside of his bowels to the hilt. I
stopped for a few seconds in order he adjusted to my presence, but he was
used to bigger cocks. He motioned to stroke his dick, but I tenderly
separated his hands that he, immediately, placed on my butt cheeks. I
fucked him hard as I was told. He groaned in pleasure as he repeated. "Yes,
John, hard, hard, please hard!!!." I notice his body spasms and how he got
rigid, gripping my dick inside him. I gave him a final thrust as I was hit
by one of my best dry orgasms. I could see how his dick shot his clear
semen, the first shot landed on his nose, the second, on his neck and a
couple more on his tummy. I continued fucking him until I saw his dick had
stopped even jerking. He was empty. I peeked to my left and I saw Frankie
breathing heavily on top of Antonio's back. I fell on top of Marcus; he
still gasping hugged and kissed me. I slid to his left side and I kissed
him lightly. When I recovered my breath, I said:

	"Did you enjoy it?" Marcus for an answer turned to my side and
kissed me passionately."

	"I never shot with so strong force without touching me. It is
amazing, John. I suppose you have a lot of experience or had a good
master." Frankie said:

	"We had the best master we could have. I'm sorry we can't tell you
who he was. He did not do directly, but he wrote it down for us and we
practised."

	"Good idea!"

	"We want to shower; can we have a couple of towels?"

	"Of course, it is your store." We smiled. He reached one parcel and
extracted two big towels. I gave my hand to Frankie and we went into the
narrow cubicle; the twins opened their eyes wide.

	"Are you showering together?"

	"Yes. Why not?" Marcus grinned and said.

	"You will be there as canned fish" We smiled back. We left the
towels outside and close the door. It was true, as they said we were there
very tight, but that what we wanted right from the beginning. As soon as we
entered, our bellies, our faces, our crotches and our legs were rubbing. I
slid my hands behind Frankie back and he did the same to me. We looked into
each other eyes, our mouths joined and desperately we kissed
passionately. That was what we wanted and missed. Our tongues met inside
and saliva run from our chins. I caressed his back and his neck, receiving
the same action close to our climaxes.

	"Let's soap. I'll do your back and you will do mine." I said. As I
could, reached the sponge and put some soap. I rubbed it against Frankie's
back, with a little difficulty when I tried to wash his back legs. Then I
introduced the sponge between our bodies and we rubbed our chests. Covered
with soap, except our faces, we started again kissing. As we could, we slip
our hands between our crotches, I took in my palm his lovely cock and I
felt how he took mine. The precum, our moves and the soap made the rest; a
couple of minutes later, we were groaning in a marvellous pleasure. Our
bodies got stiff; my hands pushed his butt cheeks against me as a wonderful
orgasm made our young bodies to wriggle. It was so strong that my knees
wanted to buckle. When we recovered our breaths, we kissed again.

	"I love you John. You are so great to me! You are so beautiful... I
would never stop saying that I love you." We kissed again.

	"I love you, too, Frankie. I would like to have you all the time as
we are now." He grinned.

	"Yes, but we need to finish the shower." The water run over our
heads and a couple of minutes later we were drying each other outside the
cubicle. We could see the twins had not been idle; they were erected and
ready to orgasm. They grinned, and Marcus said:

	"Your moans made us hot; we are going to experiment it." Quickly
they moved into the shower as we sat down on the large sofa still naked. We
heard them moaning and laughing, enjoying their young bodies.

	"You know John, when you were fucking Marcus I felt a strange
sensation..." I interrupted him talking.

	"I know. You felt jealousy and envy; didn't you?" He quickly kissed
me.

	"How do you know it?"

	"Because I felt the same. However, we do not have reasons to feel
like that. We are sure we love each other, and we don't like being fucked;
so there is no place for jealousy or envy."

	"Yes it is strange, however what I have missed, during the last
days, has been our nights together, especially when we had not any sex;
only love, like now." I kissed him, our hands entwined and our dicks
flaccid. "Let's get dressed. At least our friends got us this place where
we can stay together; we must be very careful otherwise." The twins ended
their mutual sex actions and came out from the narrow shower. Then Antonio
said:

	"It is great inside there. I think we will learn a lot from you
two."

	"Still there is a special and long treatment; today we did a single
one, not full." They looked at each other astonished.

	"Do you mean you can even improve it?"

	"Yes, that's what I said; however that would imply a quiet place
without caring anyone knocking on the door, and only us." The twins
exchange a sly look, and then Antonio said:

	"We'll look into it." Let's go upstairs. I must show you the rest
of the school." We went around every place, he introduced us to the rest of
students with scholarship; they were in total sixty boys of 12, 13 and 14
y/o. After we had lunch started coming the pay students; most of them were
very rich people, and all intelligent boys, because JJ did not admit silly
ones, however, their examination were not half strong as ours.

That night the dorm was full, our beds were at the end together in the same
row; near mine was a small blond boy who looked sad as he was putting his
clothes into the wardrobe; I could observe the quality of them, the same as
those we received from Jim from Paris. In the following bed was a tall boy
with curly hair that I surprised looking at us. He blushed and smiled, I
smiled back; he then came to our beds:

	"I'm James." We shook hands after giving him our names. The small
blond boy continued his task ignoring us. That night I heard him sobbing
quietly, I thought he was a home- sicker and thus I told Frankie.

The classes started after providing us with books and the rest of
material. We had agreed right from the beginning to start working hard and
never to leave anything for tomorrow, so we always did our homework before
we went to bed. The school had a high standard of education, therefore
strong words were strictly prohibited and we were strongly encouraged to
rectify other boys. The following night I again heard the sobs from the
blond boy. I felt sorry because he was kind with Frankie and me, so I
approached his bed trying to help. In a low whisper that no one could hear,
I said:

	"Are you homesick?" He, without moving, answered in a low voice.

	"Fucking home, I hate it." I was astonished of those words coming
from a supposed educated boy.

	"I know there are fucking situations in this fucking world." I
could observe how his childish lips moved in a light grin. He then said:

	"Thanks. Good nights."

	"Good nights." I went to my bed.

The following morning at 7:00 rang de bell and main lights were on. We got
up quickly, made our beds and took a towel to the shower. The twins had
advised us not to be the last ones, so we could get the best showerheads
where we could see everybody's dicks. We were not much interested on that
as they were, however we thought it was a good advice; also if we wanted to
jerk off, we should go to the last cabinet. The blond boy saw us and came
to share our side; he was not embarrassed at all, however for an instant I
got him gazing us. I did as if I had not noticed it since I wanted to
become his friend; something told me that he was a good boy.  James also
was near and I clearly noticed how he looked at the blonde's butt. He had a
fair dick that was not in line with his body, but confirmed his age. When
we were drying he said:

	"Thanks for the last night. My name is Pedro." He extended his hand
and Frankie and I shook it. I noticed James' gaze on us, but he did nothing
to approach; my intention was to introduce him to the blond boy. We put on
our underwear and run to get dressed. After a huge breakfast we started our
first class that was of maths. We had come to work, therefore we decided,
right from the beginning, to sit on the second row in order to clearly hear
the teachers' explanations. We explained this to Pedro, he thought for a
moment and he also agreed. On Friday father Angel called us to his cell, we
thought about what the twins had told us. We entered in his two room's
apartment and he received us gladly.

	"Sit down, boys." I have called you because I want to instruct you
about your task and to hear your opinion about it. We blushed when we
remembered our shower in there. Then Frankie said:

	"Thank you for the task. I think we can do our job properly without
interfering in our studies."

	"That's good. Any idea?" I answered him.

	"We have thought to perform an inventory before we start. I'll show
you." I took a piece of paper and I made a spreadsheet showing the form.

	"That's an excellent idea. I'll speak to the director to implement
it in the other store; that will permit us to calculate the real value and
our needs. I would suggest you to perform it next Friday. If you need any
help, I'll try to find another boy to help you."

	"Well, we think we can do it on Friday night, after dinner." He
then lifted the phone and spoke to someone of Security telling about
that. He then sat near us and said:

	"I'm sure that the twins have told you about the school." He looked
at us and he continued: "From time to time we join in here and have fun;
should you be interested you will be welcomed. The Company looks for
intelligent boys, either they become priests or not, therefore we will
support you in any circumstance. However, I must stress that this is a very
conservative school, so your... manifestations must be kept between
yourselves. If any other priest requests you for confession, you always
must say that I am your confessor. Be also careful with other boys." He
then smiled and continued: "By the way, we have placed a blond boy near
you.  I would thank you a lot if you care about him. He is a good guy,
however he had problems at home; unfortunately I can't talk about it."

	"Don't worry father Angel; he is already a friend of us."

	"Well, then everything is settled. If you need anything, please let
me know. Here I am as your real father.

	"Thanks father." We smiled for the double meaning. We left and
continued our daily routine. On Saturday, we had sport during the morning
and reading or doing homework in the evening. Sunday was a free day,
especially after the morning mass. Most of the boys went to the visitors'
area, if they expected someone, if not, you could wonder or play with your
friends.  We sat on one bench under a big tree; it was a warm day and
planned to go to swim. I could see Frankie's thighs since we wore
shorts. That got me hard.

	"Frankie, I'm hard seeing your legs.

	"I'm too. Can we go somewhere to jerk off?"

	"I need not only that, but to kiss and hug you."

	"I am the same, but we must learn how to keep our thoughts out of
that. Father Angel was clear about that." I nodded as I saw Pedro coming to
us; a little bit far away, I saw James observing him.

	"Hello friends."

	"Hey Pedro!"

	"You look bored and something else."

	"What do you mean with something else?" He grinned and bluntly
said:

	"You look in love each other." We did not expect that, especially
from a boy who knew us only one week. We dropped our mouth and he
laughed. He added: "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody."

	"How, how, how did you..." I stammered.

	"Because I have also been in love with a boy, my cousin Jesus. He
looked at me as you look yourselves. I suppose I looked the same." He
paused, and then added: "Believe me; I envy you a lot; that made me to ask
you to be my friends." He bent his head and continued speaking.  "Jesus is
the cause that I am in this school; otherwise I would have been in
Cambridge, Orleans or somewhere else. In such a way they punished me
separating us." When we recovered, I said

	"It looks like this hurts you and I suppose you miss him."

	"You are absolutely right. I am very hurt and I guess I miss him."
I put my arm round his shoulder and pushed Pedro against me.

	"Let's change our conversation. We don't want you to feel hurt. We
can talk about this some other time. What about if we go to swim?" He
smiled and I could see how he wiped a tear from his cheek.

	"Yes, let's go." We jumped and run to our dorm, we took our bath
suits and towels, and went to the open swimming pool on the other side of
the school. There was nobody swimming; we quickly change into our trunks
and jumped into the water. Frankie and I started swimming and made a full
lap where Pedro did only half. We jumped out and sat at the border joking
waiting for him.

	"Wow! How can you swim with that speed? I thought I was a good
swimmer, however I can see otherwise." We smiled.

	"First, you need to change your trunk for speedos; those shorts
restrain your speed.  And second, we had a good master, Jim, my brother; he
is gold medal in the French School Games of last year. I would like you
could see him and his friend Francoise swimming, they look like dolphins."

	"I did not know you had a brother. How old is he?"

	"He is fourteen and is studying in St. Mary in Orleans." He opened
his blue eyes in disbelief.

	"That is a special school and only very rich, influent and clever
boys are admitted. In fact I was due to be there." He paused for a moment
as he thought he had committed a mistake speaking about his wealth; he got
sad as if he had a heavy sin; he added: "I'm sorry Frankie; I did not
mean..." Frankie knew what Pedro was thinking and he hugged him.

	"Please Pedro, we consider you as you are, not because you have or
not money. Jim is studying there as we are here with a scholarship. It is a
long story and maybe I'll tell you some time. Now let's have fun." He
pushed both of us into the pool and we swam during an hour, teaching
Pedro. Two more boys arrived and went separated from us. When we were
tired, we decided to go to shower. It was a large room tiled to the
ceiling; the left side divided into ten open compartments with five
showerheads each, so that fifty persons could shower together at a
time. There was a large table and seats, plus fifty lockers. We took off
our bath suits and Pedro looked at us amazed:

	"You do not have white bands on your butts. How did you do it?" He
grinned.

	"Jim's friend has a villa in the seaside with a private beach. All
the boys swam naked there."

	"That's fantastic. I did sometimes with Jesus, but only inside the
water and taking care no one could see us. We always got a hard." As he
remembered his cousin he added: "I suppose you need to be alone now, it is
a good moment." I pulled him to me and I kissed him on the lips.

	"Pedro, we love you, too. You are our friend and want to enjoy with
us."

	"Are you mad? Someone could see us, and that would be the end,
especially for you.  No. I'll tell you what we can do. While you have fun,
I'll sit in front of the door, so I can see if anyone is approaching. Then
I can warn you." We thought for a moment that this was a good idea. I said:

	"Okay, but after that, it will be your turn."

	"My turn? Why?"

	"Please Pedro, don't argue, I told you we love you, that's all."

	"Okay." He was smiling and walking to sit near the door. We entered
and in seconds, our suits were on the floor and our mouths glued in a
passionate kiss. My hands wondered round Frankie head and back, and after
five minutes kissing and grinding our crotches, we received our first dry
orgasm. It near took me to the floor, as my knees could not support me. A
minute later, we were on the floor sucking eagerly each other in a 69
position. As usual, that was a fantastic moment. A few months before, I
could take into my mouth Frankie's full package, however, now I tried to
take only his dick and it near gagged me. I notice it was the same to
him. We sucked for about another ten minutes until we reached again our
lovely climax. When we recovered our breath, I kissed my lover, quickly
showered:

	"Well, what shall we do?" He asked.

	"You take care of Pedro." I said.

	"No, you."

	"Please Frankie. I'll do next time. Remember, alphabetical order, F
before J."

	"Why do you always have so a convincing argument?

	"Because I love you." He dragged me to his chest and kissed me
again. When Pedro saw me outside the compartment, he understood there was
not any need to be guarding the entrance. He came to us.

	"You must be a little bit more silent, I could hear your moans and
I had to jerk off..."  He could not finish his word; Frankie dragged him to
the compartment and I saw how their lips glued in a passionate kiss as
Frankie yanked his shorts down to his ankles. Pedro did not expect a so
quick action from us, but he soon reacted, put his right arm round Frankie
head and pushed his tongue deeper inside him. After a few minutes kissing,
Pedro was moaning in pleasure; Frankie left his kiss and started sucking
his nipples. That was too much for him. His body jerked with spasm, tensed
as he loudly groaned with his dry orgasm. Had not been for Frankie that
hugged tightly Pedro, he might be fallen on the floor; his knees did not
support him.  I felt my dick growing in my shorts as I heard them
moaning. I sat near the door in such a way that I could see anyone
approaching while nobody could see me. I dropped my shorts and I started
jerking my hard dick.

When they recovered the breath, Pedro put his back against the tiled wall
as Frankie started again kissing him. Pedro took Frankie dick in his hand
and started jerking him off. Frankie sat on his legs and took Pedro's long
cock into his mouth. He gasped tossing his head back, his hand on Frankie
curly hair. He noticed his knees were to buckle, so he could not resist
Frankie's caresses on his dickhead.

	"Plea... please, Fran... Frankie. Let me suck you, too." He spoke
stammering. He fell down and dropped on top of Frankie in a 69 position. He
eagerly took Frankie dick into his mouth, cupping his ball sack with his
left hand and the right caressing his partner butt. Five minutes later,
Frankie could not resist anymore Pedro's sucking. He pushed his hips up as
Pedro tried to take totally Frankie's cock. They exploded in loud groan as
fell exhausted on the floor; Pedro to Frankie's side, still with his dick
in his mouth. At the same time, I reached my third dry climax as I
continued their groans with a muffled moan. When I got my breath back, I
went to see them; they were standing up, their dicks coming flaccid as was
mine. Without a single word, we hugged and kissed. Pedro opened the water
and we started to shower; when we were drying the other two boys came
in. Our dicks were slim and I could see how both had a peek on us. We
dressed, and with entwined arms round our shoulders, we smiled.

	"How was it, Pedro? Pedro pushed his hand on Frankie side laughing.

	"You are fantastic; however, I still insist that we moan too loud."
We laughed again and happily run to our dorm. In our way, we met father
Angel.

	"Hello boys, from the pool?

	"Yes, we have been making some sport."

	"Good. Why don't you introduce me this boy?"

	"Sorry." Frankie said. "We supposed you knew him." Father Angel,
this Pedro Montalba, our next roommate." They shook hands as Pedro said:

	"Glad to meet you, sir."

	"Okay boys. I'll see you tomorrow in class." He left and Pedro in a
low voice said:

	"Fuck off." We grinned and Pedro added: "I did not know him
personally, but I know his family and his life." We laughed as we continued
walking, Frankie teasing him said:

	"I thought you were to kiss his hand, as many children do in my
village to the priest." He looked at Frankie wickedly.

	"Neither he nor the bishop would take me to kiss his hand, they
would kiss my ass." We laughed again. Frankie said:

	"Sure the bishop would love kissing your butt and much better if
you fuck him." He looked at us and laughed the joke. Our eyes met for a
second and I was sure he understood Frankie, also in a different way,
however he said nothing. We run to our dorm to prepare for dinner. We
entered, took our trays and food and looked for a place; in fact, the room
was not very crowded. I said:

	"We look like the three musketeers." Pedro said:

	"Yes, Dartagnan is missing." We saw the lonely James sat in the
corner and I pointed there. "Yes, let's sit with him. He looks very shy and
I am sure he has a crutch on one of us."  Laughing I said:

	"You are incorrigible, Pedro. How do you know he is in love with
one of us?"

	"I know it, that's all." Slowing his voice he added. "You are the
best making love and in maths, but I am better than you knowing persons. I
have a sixth sense for that. On the other hand, he could be a good
musketeer if we could take off his shyness." James saw our intention of
joining him; he politely stood and welcomed us. I introduced him to Pedro:

	"Hey James! Let me introduce our friend Pedro Montalba. Pedro this
is James Marques." They shook hands and I could see how James blushed when
he felt his new friend's hand. In that moment, I found out who was the
object of his love. When we sat, I jabbed Pedro's side. He smiled and I
felt sorry for the poor boy being in Pedro's hands. He truly was even more
rascal than we were, unless, I thought, James wakes up from his shyness. I
saw a book on the table and asked James about it.

	"Well, I, I am very fond about the Spanish kings and his family's
history. It is like a novel."

	"I suppose you also read about the numbers o lovers, bastards and
slaves they had."  James blushed again for his loved boy commentary.

	"Well, I study them from all points and I must recognize that some
of them were not what we now call an honest and fair person."

	"Honest? James, they all considered Spain was theirs because God
had given to them.  In His name, they sent people to the fire, hanged, or
crucified them. Very far from what Jesus told them; and that applauded by
the priests and the Pope. Sheet all of them!" James was surprised by the
strong arguments and words used by Pedro. He then said:

	"The circumstances were different and I have to admit they were
rude, but some of them made possible great enterprises." I guessed that
would lead us to a difficult point, so I intervened:

	"The cause James is studying them, does not means he agrees about
what they did.  Unlike many persons, I think, he prefers to have a base or
just curiosity to know how they lived or acted." James looked at me
thanking my help; I continued: "Even perhaps he is against that form of
government." Pedro argued.

	"I don't know what your opinions are, but personally I don't like
kings; I would prefer a country where people can choose their government,
like in France. A country is not a farm to be inherited by the king's
son. We should be able to decide to whom we like to govern us." Frankie
then intervened:

	"We better shut up and don't talk about this matter, and believe
me; I have my own reasons to do so." Pedro looked at each other, then, he
said:

	"You are right, Frankie. I think there are many subjects about what
we can talk. My father used to say that politics are dirty except..." He
stopped and continued eating in silence.  We all assumed the conversation
was over and continued our dinner. When we finished, we returned to the
dorm. I wanted to make Pedro some open questions; however I preferred to
leave that for a better opportunity. Frankie and I sat and wrote a letter
for Jim and Francoise.  We were tired and must get up early, so soon we
went to bed.

Normally I slept the whole night without stopping, however, with the
conversation I forgot to clean my teeth and pee. Near dawn, I woke up with
the needs, but I felt very comfortable and I thought to keep it there until
we got up; in that moment, I heard some muffled moans, I thought someone
was jerking off his dick, but in the dim light I could observe James
moving, then I heard: "Shit, shit, again!." I saw how he watched his
pyjama, took off his trouser and underwear, carefully looked at the bed and
rubbed it with the clothes. In silence, he took a clean pair from his
nightstand, put it on and went into bed again. I smiled because I knew he
had wetted the bed. I thought to tell Frankie and Pedro in the morning, but
I knew Pedro would make fun of it that might jeopardize our fresh
friendship with James. He was too shy and probably no one had explained him
about his puberty; however, if that was true, he must have a great
confusion in his mind to explain why he loved that devil and humorous blond
boy who may tease him if he knew that he was wetting the bed, like a baby.

James was not asleep; that was the third night he has that dream, he was
confused how he would explain he had stained three pairs of underwear in
three nights. At home, there was no problem, no one would look into it,
except his mom, but with care, he could put the garments into the basket
and nobody would care about it, but here in the school... "Oh my God! If
Pedro saw it!  I would prefer to die". He blushed thinking about it. "But
it was so real, so wonderful!  Frankie, John and Pedro were naked and he
was naked, too; with their dicks erected; all of them kissed and touched
him, even Pedro asked him if he wanted he would fuck him, and he said
yes. Then, the blond boy inserted his dick into his butt. It felt
marvellous and when he was enjoying the moment, came a strong need of
peeing and he woke up!"

	"The previous nights had been very much the same, in different
situations. They were in a beautiful field playing, and then all four were
involved in a play with their cocks to the sun. He saw clearly how the
beautiful Frankie sucked John, Pedro saw him and run; took him in his arms
and they kissed and kissed until that need of peeing came again. How could
he kiss a boy? That was a sin. Well he had to recognize that Frankie was a
beauty and that he had never felt anything for a girl; but perhaps it was
due he was too shy. Why was he so shy and not so rascal and humorous as
Pedro or John? I must get rid of this stupid shyness. And, what about his
peeing? He never peed his bed, as far as he could remember..." Without
realising, he got asleep again and woke up with the bell calling us.

He joined us and together we went to shower. I could see the effort that
this boy was doing to shower together with us, but I was sure he was
enjoying the view of our naked bodies because I saw his dick being erected;
in spite he took care to hide his erection against the wall. We all noticed
but instinctively we had agreed no to tease or make fun of him. He was a
good boy! We started classes and in the morning break, as we were coming
out, he took a chance I was separated from the others.

	"Please, John. I would like to talk to you... privately." I paused
and looked into his eyes for a second and I found his urgent plead. I
melted about him, deciding to help him.

	"You know we have come to be very close and I have not secret with
them, let alone with Frankie."

	"Please, John." He pleaded. I thought about what this lovely boy
was suffering.

	"Okay James. Let's go to the garden, we always can say you wanted
to show me a plant at my request."

	"Thanks, John." Frankie saw us going in a different way and was to
call us, but Pedro grabbed his arm.

	"Please Frankie, don't interrupt them. I'm sure James has a serious
problem and want to talk."

	"We are his friends, we have accepted him." He argued.

	"I know; but he is very shy, probably he will tell us without any
problem, but not in this moment." We arrived to the garden and sat near a
large rose bush. James bend his head and with some difficulty he started:

	"John, I, I, I think am sick, very sick."

	"What are your symptoms? Do you want me to go with you to the
doctor?"

	"Oh no! Now I feel fine, however since a few weeks I have started
to wet the bed as a baby. I hided it at home; but here it is different. Can
you imagine if Pedro knew it? He would make fun of it." I grinned thinking
the hell about this grown kid was going thru because he did not have
parents who cared about him. "Why do you smile, am I saying silly things?"

	"I am sorry James, awfully sorry that you think that about
me. However, I could not help but smile. You are not sick at all; all on
contrary, you are very healthy, at least physically."

	"How do you know? How are you so sure?"

	"Because I was awoken last night when you wetted your bed and heard
your moans."  He deeply blushed as I continued: "You simply have arrived to
puberty; with another words, you are a man and not a child anymore. You
have matured as I expect to do within a few months.  What you expelled was
not pee, but semen. Didn't anybody told you about what would happen in your
body?" He was now more relaxed.

	"Well, I am afraid my dad never talked to me about that, and let
alone my mom. I have not any brother older than me. I have a boy and a girl
under me, but they are 10 and 6 y/o." He paused and then added: "We are
very much of the same age, why you do not wet your bed?"

	"We have a few months difference, I am near 12, and you told me you
were in February, so it is clear that you have normally matured. You are a
healthy boy so it is normal.

	"But why I wet the bed? I never did before."

	"I told you this is not pee, but seeds in your body. When your body
is full, it gests rid of what exceed your capacity. It normally comes with
lovely dreams, so you get an orgasm and expel it. From now on, you must be
very careful when you fuck a grown girl; you can convert yourself in a
young father."

	"Are you joking? Besides I had no access to girls."

	"No, I am not joking. You are able to make a baby, if you fuck a
grown girl, of course."

	"If I what?"

	"Fuck. Don't you know that word?"

	"Well I heard it, but I don't exactly know the meaning."

	"Oh God, you poor rich boys!" The exact word is intercourse, but no
one uses it. That is when you put your penis, cock or dick; as we say, into
her vagina or her cunt, or her pussy as we says; and then you expel you
semen inside her." He thought for a moment, and then he said:

	"You mean the reproduction."

	"You got it. But it is not as cold as you say. It is the most
beautiful and wonderful moment, even if that is not directed to
reproduction, only doing it make me mad."

	"It seems you have done it many times." With the conversation, I
was hard. I looked around and no one was in sight. There was a shack where
the gardener kept his tools. I grabbed his hand and I led him into it. I
unbuckled his trousers and dragged then and his underwear to his ankles; he
was already hard, too.

	"Now, jerk off yourself."

	"Jerk off. Sorry John, I can't understand..." We had not much time
left so I had to speed up. I planted my lips on his, my left hand on his
butt cheeks and with right I wrapped his hard cock and started stroking
it. I felt his hand on mine. Only I needed three or fours strokes as he
started gasping, a few more and he pushed his hips to me, stopped breathing
and his dick spurted a few wads of clear semen. Seeing that, I also came to
my climax. When we recovered our breath, I said:

	"That what I meant, James."

	"Sorry John. It was fantastic; I feel relaxed, very relaxed and
something as a regret."

	"That is normal, after five minutes it disappears. I suppose you
know now what you have to do. If you make it every day, you would not stain
again your sheets.

	"John. You will never know how grateful I am to you. And
your... your kiss was wonderful." I smiled.

	"That was only a light example; it can be hundred times more
pleasurable. James."

	"Are you joking, John?"

	"No, I am not. I am serious; however, we have not more time. The
bell will ring in a minute."

	"John, I have thousands of questions to make. Will you answer, if
you like, but when we are alone?"

	"I'll do, but together with our friends. You have an erroneous idea
about Pedro. If you give him the opportunity you will see he does not make
fun of a serious matter like this; let alone about you.  "
	About me?

	"Yes, about you." We heard the bell rang. We run just in time to
enter into the next class.


Chapter 20.- The inventory.  ---------------------------

We continued classes until lunch came; now all four together had our
food. I noticed Frankie and Pedro eagerly wanted to know what had happened
during our meeting. We finished lunch and quickly went to sit under a
lonely pine tree that we had started to like. We took our shoes off and
Frankie asked:

	"What were up, boys?" I looked at James and he nodded.

	"Well nothing important, in summary James is a man and he had
experienced his first jack off; I helped him." They were gladly
surprised. Pedro then said:

	"Congratulations, James."

	"Congratulations, man." Frankie said and Pedro added:

	"If we were in a place where no one could see us, I'll kiss you
James, and I am sure you will enjoy my kiss."

	"He knows what it is, because I kissed him when we jerked off."
James lost his shyness; he approached Pedro and Frankie and kissed them on
the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but after all, it was a kiss of
love between friends.

	"Wow! This is the fourth musketeer we were looking for." Frankie
then raised his hand:

	"All for one and one for all!" We highfived together; James looked
brightly. He then said:

	"Thank you friends, I am overwhelmed with your friendship. I still
have some questions about what has happened to me. As John told me when we
jacked off, after I received that lovely sensation, I felt some regret as
if I had done something wrong. However, three minutes later was gone and
ready to start again. But why? That is my question." Frankie then answered:

	"James you have grown up in a religious surrounding, that is the
main handicap. I bet that the priest, to whom you confessed your sins, told
you that you should not touch your dick; that you would become blind or
seriously sick and similar stupidities. Look James: your dad, my dad, and
the 99 percent of boys and men have jerked off their dicks, and they are
still healthy and alive."

	"But then, why do they say it is a mortal sin and that God would
not forgive us?"

	"They are liars" Pedro said. "Jesus never said anything about
that. He was God within a mortal body. If that is true, he had felt the
same as you are feeling now; probably he jerked off because he was a boy
and later on, he probably fucked a girl, as a man that he was."

	"We better forget about that." Frankie said as he added: "I don't
believe in that, however, if you still want to confess, I would suggest you
to confess with father Angel. He loves boys, too." We paused for a moment
and James asked:

	"How many times do you think I can jerk off daily?"

	"Well, it is not good to eat too much, you could get sick. Jerking
or fucking is the same.  My dad told me that three times a day is normal,
especially when you are young. Later your own body will advise you."

	"Do you mean I can jerk off three times a day without any problem?"

	"Yes, even more. Three times as an average is reasonable."

	"This morning I could not tell you my dream. It was a lovely one."
Pedro then insisted.

	"Please James, tell us about it."

	"I must say it affects all of you. It was so clear and so... We
were in a strange place, sometimes it was a carpeted room, then changed
into a flower field, however what never changed was Frankie and John that
were sucking each other. I was terrible shocked but I could not take my
eyes out of you. I felt a lovely sensation when I saw Pedro running to
me. He took me from behind and..." James blushed deeply. I am still shy to
say."

	"Come on James get rid of your shyness! Pedro encouraged him.

	"You kissed me as John did this morning, but then you bent me on
four legs, like a dog, and I felt your cock trying to enter in my back
hole. It felt very, very good. But suddenly I felt a strange need to pee
and I woke up." We kept silence. Frankie then said:

	"You mean your ass. It was fantastic, James! But it will be much
better if it comes true"

	"Why not? Are you ready?" Pedro asked.

	"Well, it is possible, but it will be very difficult to find a
place where we could not be disturbedú." I said.

	"I hope you can develop ideas. That will be our next goal." Pedro
said:

	"Please, excuse me for a while. I am hard again and I have to
recover my lost time."  James got ready to run to the toilets for a good
jack off.

	"You are excused, but don't exceed yourself, otherwise your dick
could be sore. He smiled and run to the toilets. We finished classes and
with books and notebooks under our arms we walked to the dorm building. We
were paired, I with Frankie:

	"Frankie, have you noticed what sexy lips James have? They are so
soft and red... I could only compare them with yours and the girl I fucked
in the cave. She had lovely ones." He was with his arm round my shoulders;
I noticed how he squeezed me. In a low voice he said:

	"I love you John." But you are right; he has a very sensual
mouth. You have already tasted it, so you must know it." I also put my arm
round his shoulders.

	"I only kissed his lips; he still does not know the lovely
sensation of tongue kissing. We must teach him. By the way, do you have any
idea how we can meet together?"

	"Yes, I have. First, when we finish tonight our homework, and
before light are off, we will pay a visit to the store, then we will say to
father Angel we need the help of a couple of boys.

	"That's an excellent idea. I suppose we will have sometime for
kissing."

	"I suppose so; however, it depends on how long our homework takes."

We worked as a team. Frankie and I were the specialists on math, chemic and
physic areas.  James and Pedro on history, language, and geography. We were
all good on each of these matters, however we were more on what in school
terms is called science; and they on letters.  Any doubt would so be solved
immediately. We had established an iron and responsible discipline on our
work. Nothing was considered more important that our studies. During dinner
we approached father Angel and told him about. He agreed and mostly due to
the fact we had included in our group to Pedro. I thought that Pedro
eventually would explain us why the priest was so interested on him. We
ended our homework, took the key and went down. We closed the door while we
inspected the store. But before we finished I was hard. I took James from
behind and before he could say anything I started kissing him. He trembled
when he felt my tongue trying to enter in his lovely mouth, he finally
parted it and our tongues met; he could not resist his new sensation. He
stammering said:

	"John, I, I think I am coming." I quickly unbuckled his shorts and
yanked them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he took mine
down. We were naked waist down, our dicks touching. Soon I noticed his body
stiffened and a warm sensation on my belly as he spurted his semen between
us. I dragged him to the large sofa where Pedro and Frankie were engaged in
a 69 sucking. When we recovered he said:

	"John, that was even better." I smiled and I saw Frankie and Pedro
recovering their breath. I said:

	"You have the sexiest lips I ever met; they are very, very sweet."
Frankie then said.

	"I want to taste them, too." Without any more preliminaries he went
on top of James, took from him the rest of his clothes and started kissing
him passionately. James groaned in pleasure, rubbing Frankie lovely hair
and caressing his butt cheeks. He left his tender lips and sucked his ear
lobes; that excited him, he groaned in desperation, overwhelmed with the
new unknown for him sensations. Frankie scooted down and sucked his tender
nipples. That was too much for him; he raised his legs as his new orgasm
was approaching; however in that moment Frankie stopped pleasuring him in
order to calm him down. He was breathing heavily.

	"Please Frankie, don't stop, I need to release."

	"I know, but I want you to enjoy it." Frankie resumed his task, but
this time he straddled him in a 69 position. He did not expect this when he
felt his dick into Frankie's mouth. But the greatest was when he saw
Frankie's cock rubbing his own lips. He eagerly took it into his mouth and
sucked as a vacuum; that brought him to the edge.

	"Frankie, I, I, I am coming." Frankie raised his head and took into
his mouth his ball sack. That completed his excitement. He arched his hips,
held his breathing and shots of clear white semen started spurting from his
dick, landing on Frankie's neck.

When Frankie hugged James I did the same to Pedro: the blond boy did not
stop me, he immediately planted his mouth on mine and we kissed
passionately. Without separating our mouths, we stripped down tossing our
cloths to the floor; he dragged me to the large couch; I lay on my back and
he immediately took a 69 position. I started sucking his nipples and he was
doing the same to me until he reached my dick; in a quick move he took it
into his mouth and started sucking me. I felt his tongue exploring my
dickhead. I found his white ass in front of my face, I licked his crevice
and I tried to introduce my tongue in his hole. I noticed a spasm on his
butt as I touched his sensitive part, announcing him for a possible fuck
next time, however I could not wait longer and I engulfed his dick until
near the hilt. We sucked each other, until I raised my hips and he pushed
down his when we were hit by a marvelous orgasm. We remained quiet for some
moments while James was licking and cleaning his own semen from Frankie's
neck and chest, then Frankie said:

	"What do you think James?"

	"It has been incredible Frankie. I regret a lot the long time I
have been in the ignorance and the lies of the priests. It tastes rare, but
not bad." We were all four sat together joking, however our cocks were not
flaccid. I looked into the blond blue eyes, kissed tenderly him.

	"I suppose you want to kiss James's lovely lips." He grinned.

	"Yes; I want to drink from that lovely spring. I think I own him
some explanations." I stood, while he turned to James and they started
kissing passionately. I went to my lovely Frankie. I sat on his lap and
immediately I felt his cock rubbing my hole. He said:

	"I am waiting you since half an hour ago." That was the time since
we had entered, so I understood what he meant. We kissed tenderly, then we
hugged; my face was on his right shoulder, near his ear, I bitted his
earlobe; he squirmed as he did the same to me. "Why do I love you so much
lovely boy? I would like to have the word to express what I feel about you
John, but I have not."  He whispered on my ear. I separated from him, our
noses rubbing and our breaths mixing. I kissed him in a long and tender
kiss. Then we recovered our position with each other in the shoulder. I
muttered.

	"I would stay like that for ages Frankie, feeling you near me, as
we did at home."

	"But now my cock is in your but."

	"I know and I don't mind. Do you want it to enter in me?" He
separated again from me and kissed my tuft, my freckles and finally my
lips, returning to my shoulder.

	"No. I will never be fed up of you, John. I would like to melt with
you, being a single body, a single soul, a single being. That has nothing
to do with sex, John. I love you with all my heart." We remained quiet and
I could not help but dropping a couple of tears on his neck and I felt his
on mine. But they were tears of happiness of two young boys that had found
a strange, strong and mutual love. Why was this prohibited by our society?
Frankie was thinking the same.  He tenderly separated from me and we found
each other's tears; he licked mine and I licked his and embraced again. The
sofa was a large and wide one. On the other side James and his blond were
engaged in a mutual passionate sucking. We could hear their groans of
pleasure. I raised my butt a little so our cocks could be together. I
started moving up and down and he lay completely down on the sofa, his
beautiful head lying on the sofa's arm. Soon we reached a lovely soft and
tender climax, while James screamed as he started again spurting his semen,
this time into Pedro's mouth that eagerly drank it. I hugged Frankie very
tight and rubbed his neck and his hair, kissing his neck and shoulder. I
felt his lips on my shoulder and his tongue licking my girl's scar, as he
used to call it.

	"We better get dressed and go upstairs. We still have time for a
quick shower."

	"Yes, but I am so happy and comfortable here that I would remain
the whole night like that."

	"I know it, Frankie; but we agreed obligations are above all." He
dragged my head to his, put his palms round my cheek and gave me one of
those tender kisses that I loved. My body trembled and I said: "I think we
still have time for a little more fun while Pedro and James recover." He
smiled and we started moving up and down, this time passionately. We traded
position to a 69 and, as always happened when made love, it was an intense
orgasm that left us exhausted. We were still recovering our breath when
Pedro said:

	"You really love each other. How could you fuck girls?"

	"That has nothing to do with love, Pedro. We love each other since
a long time. We like to fuck girls a lot, it is wonderful, but I won't
change a minute with John, even without any sex, for all fucks to girls and
boys of the world." Those words were so great! Especially saying them to a
strange person... I could not help, but I kissed him as my eyes
blurred. Then I added:

	"The day that you are truly in love with someone, no matter if it
is a boy or girl, Pedro, you will understand what we feel when we are
together. And, as Frankie has said, it has nothing to do with sex; it is
something different; sorry I can't explain it."

	"I think that partially I understand it. We have not enough time,
but there are examples in History with stories of great loves; some of them
even produced great wars." James said.

	"I know one, and the person is very close to us, but we have not
time. Come on let's go for a quick shower before going to bed." Pedro said.

	"Yes, let's go; but you must promise to tell us that story."

	"I promise. We run upstairs, took a towel and dashed to the showers
that were at the bottom of the dorm. We were alone; showered quickly,
however I could see how James and Pedro kissed inside one of the
stalls. When we dried, we put on our pyjama shorts and left. On our way to
the beds I told James and Pedro:

	"Pedro, you must be very careful about your love manifestation. We
can't imagine what the other boys would say if they catch you kissing."

	"I know, John; but I don't know what is happening to me. When I see
those lovely lips I can't help but kiss them." We grinned and James pushed
his friend to him. They looked were in love, or at least, they liked each
other.

Days passed by, we had few times left, except during the breaks or at lunch
when took the opportunity to chat. Normally there were other groups of
boys, some just friends and some friends and lovers, as we were. Friday
came and Marcus, secretly, provided us with a little bottle of olive oil
from the kitchen. As soon as we ended classes, we went to the library to do
our weekend homework. Looking for a book that I needed I faced with a big
one that attracted me as magnetism, its title "Financing". I took it and
presented to the librarian, he looked a little bit surprised and said:

	"This is not a common book for a young boy like you." I blushed
because perhaps I might have misunderstood the title; he observed my
embarrassment and immediately added: "It is not prohibited, but rarely is
read by a boy of your age; however, as you think interested in the matter,
I would suggest you a different one to star with." He stood and went to the
same section a brought a small one: "Introduction to Financing". He handed
it to me: "This is a good and recent book, when you finish it you can get
the bigger one." He smiled at me. "You can keep it as long as you like; if
someone asks I'll tell you."

	"Thank you very much, sir." He looked at me pleased. Later I found
out he was a technician on investments, working for the Company. We left
the Library and an hour later we were entering again in the linen
store. James did not know anything; we told him we needed to check
something. I locked the door and I could see James grinning and trying to
kiss Pedro; but I said:

	"James, we have a job to do: to count and put down all this linen;
as quicker we do the sooner you can do whatever you like. We have three
hours, but you must realize tomorrow, Frankie and I must get up early to
receive the truck and the dirty linen. That means we need to sleep."
Frankie grabbed from the shelf four dustcoats giving one each.

	"You better wear this to keep safe your clothes." James looked at
it and said:

	"I think it is too warm here to work, therefore, either we do not
wear this or we take off our clothes."  We all laughed and in seconds we
stripped down naked and put on the coats. I sat on the table, spread the
book and the three started counting parcels of items. We left four large
towels and four blankets out of inventory, for us to use. When we were
engrossed in our task, father Angel came, however, he did not enter or
knocked on the door; he heard our laughs and how each one, in loud voice,
was telling me what was counting. He murmured:

	"Good boys." And left. We ended our job and a report for father
Angel. We sat on the sofa and immediately we tossed away our coats. We were
naked and with hard dicks awaiting attendance, licking precum. I started
kissing tenderly Frankie and then to James, I said:

	"Pedro, you told me you wanted to be fucked." I did not end the
word when James said:

	"Me, too."

	"We want that experience, and then we can do ourselves,
afterwards." I looked into my lover eyes and he nodded."

	"Okay. I'll fuck you Pedro; Frankie will follow me fucking you,
James. Since it is the first time we must be careful because we do not want
to hurt you at all, we want you to enjoy." The blond excited dragged me to
him and kissed me.

	"Come on John, don't lose any more time." I grinned and could see
my lover engaged kissing James. I started kissing and licking his neck,
earlobes and his mouth. His dick was jerking in need, however I did not
want to touch it. I lay him on his back and I continued licking and sucking
his nipples. I felt his hands on my hair caressing my back neck as I
approached his navel. I flicked it and he moaned in delight. I felt his
hand now on my dick stroking it, I thought that I would come before I could
enter him, but I did not mind, we had time to recover. I spread his legs
and raised them to his chest. I took the bottle of oil, Pedro felt my
fingers find his crack and slide down to the tight hole within. I ran my
fingers over it and he tensed for some seconds, still a bit afraid of what
might happen. I stopped and started to move my hand back up to his cock,
but he moved it back down again, signalling me that he was ready. He guided
my fingers to his hole; we were breathing hard and I started to gasp as my
finger teased his pink bud by running circles around it. He was really
beginning to get turned on and actually started moaning aloud.

	"Mmmm... ohhh... yes... do it... do it John... do it." And without
being able to hold back any more, I coated my middle finger with oil and
slowly entered his tight little ring; after a while my forefinger, too. We
both had to stop for a moment to keep from coming now. It was an
overwhelming experience for both of us! It took a little while before we
started moving again, but that first penetration with my fingers was enough
to drive anyone over the edge; especially when I touched that marvellous
point inside him. His tunnel was so wet and warm, so soft and ready, and
that was just with two fingers. I reached down and grabbed the jar of olive
oil, hearing me open it with a pop was enough to make him moan in
pleasure. He moved down and took my cock into his mouth, getting in a few
good sucks before I coated it with the slippery substance. I didn't know
how much more I could stand. He was slowly masturbating me as I applied the
greasy oil to my leaking shaft, staring into my eyes with the sexiest gaze
I had ever seen from him. I turned him on his knees facing the couch, and I
right behind him, as Frankie was doing with James. I thought that was a
better position for a first time.  He bent over putting his face on the
sofa, and he reached back with his hands to pull his tight cleft open for
me. His ass was so awesome, just as cute as the rest of him, with tiny
dimples in the side. I moved into position, but before trying anything I
whispered in his ear:

	"Let me know if I hurt you. I want you to enjoy and not to be
hurt." Pedro nodded, and with a little jitter in my stomach, and a shaky
hand, I grabbed my cock up by the head and placed it at the opening of his
tight orifice. He seemed like he was ready, and I pushed in ever so
slightly. In spite of my previous experiences, the feeling of having my tip
at the opening was enough to make me insane, but pushing in was even more
incredible. There was a little resistance, then a lot, but Pedro never told
me to stop, he wanted this more than anything. It took some pushing and
pulling, but suddenly, as if by magic, Pedro sighed and his cavity opened
wide to accept me. I slid in, centimetre by centimetre, his hot insides
pulsing with every beat of his heart, his moist canal massaging my stiff
member from all sides, his ring tightening and relaxing rhythmically around
my shaft as I ventured deeper into him. Finally, I was all the way in, and
I felt my crotch resting on his flawless cheeks. "I'm in. I'm really in." I
whispered.  Pedro seemed to be relaxing even more and I leaned over to kiss
him on the cheek. "Ready?"

	"Ready John, I love it." I grinned satisfied as I could see my
lover was doing very much the same to James. I pulled out slowly, only to
push it back in again. Pedro was moaning loudly and I couldn't help but
join him. I folded my arms around his tender stomach and rubbed them back
and forth, as we made love. I ran my hands up to his nipples and glided
back and forth across his smooth chest. My other hand found its way to his
rock hard cock and began to stroke it in time with my thrusts. I kissed the
back of his neck and he gasped in pleasure, pushing back on me even
harder. I sucked at the tender flesh there and he rocked back and forth
with me, pushing and pulling in a slow passionate grind. I began to speed
up. My thrusts became harder, my hand on his cock moved faster, and my
kisses turned into gentle nibbles and bites. We were both moaning, our
young child bodies glistening with sweat, and I was about to reach my
limit.  Pedro was whimpering in desperation, almost howling, and he was
pushing back against me as hard as he could. Then, I stopped fucking and
said:

	"Please, turn over so we can kiss." We moved in such a way that my
cock was still inside him; however, I could not resist anymore. I bent over
we kissed desperately, our tongues swirled inside our mouths. He tensed and
I felt his ass closed up around my shaft and his orgasm being immediately
delivered to me. I actually felt the blond boy's orgasm from the inside as
his body flexed with a spasm, forcing his hot wet tunnel to swish and swirl
around my cock until I couldn't take it anymore! I shouted out as muffled
as I could as I exploded into Pedro. It was one of the most explosive
climaxes I had ever had in my short life. I fell on top of him, breathing
hard and still giggling to myself as I breathed. Pedro then turned around
and lay down on top of me. With my cock being so sensitive, feeling his
touch sent tiny earthquakes throughout my entire body. He kissed me and I
ran my fingers through his blond hair, my body still shaking and twitching
with delight.

	"That was wonderful, John. I never thought it could be that
good. That was why my cousin Jesus wanted it so much; probably he had some
experienced but he did not tell me."  Similar words were James telling
Frankie. We had had a good job and had taken their virginity out of
them. In addition, as if Frankie was reading my thoughts, he said:

	"You are not a virgin anymore." We kissed again and James, looking
into Pedro's, eyes he said:

	"You know we can do whatever you like my lover and I are going to
experience by ourselves." I looked into my Frankie's eyes. We separated
from the new pair and we hugged and kissed tenderly. Immediately we could
see how they took positions and the bottle of oil, starting their first and
new fuck sensations that they would not probably forget during the rest of
their lives. Frankie and I were by that moment satisfied, so we went into
the tight shower to enjoy what we much liked; being tightly together,
kissing and enjoying our young lives. When we were under warm water,
Frankie grinning said:

	"Please John, don't arrange anymore fucking with others; if you
want to fuck, I'll be ready for you, I don't want anyone to touch you any
more. I am jealousy even of the water that runs along your body.

	"Me too." We kissed tenderly and later passionately.

Weeks passed by and we were near the end of October; therefore our 12th
birthday was approaching. I had read the first book about Finance and had
started with the second. I must admit they fascinated me all about shares,
shareholders, bonus, stocks, etc. Near all free time I had was dedicated to
those books. Frankie found it strange and he teased me, however he was very
respectful with what I was reading and he never interfered or asked why I
liked that matter; simply he found it amusing.

The weather still was warm and we wore shorts. Frankie and I used to wear
buggy ones; they were comfortable but we also wore them for something
else. When we were sat and raised our knees, someone sat in front of us
could see our thighs up to near our buttocks and that excited us. The last
Saturday afternoon, after lunch, all four were sat under the big tree, it
was too cold to swim in the open swimming pool, and the heated one was not
ready jet, so we were chatting.  I had knees bent and my chin on
them. James was opposite me and I could notice how he rubbed his dick.

	"John, I am hard only watching your thighs." I grinned and wickedly
I said:

	"Well, you should not be excited, after all, you know what there is
further on, and even you have touched and sucked it." All smiled.

	"Yes, I know, but I can't help it. In this moment I would take you
to bed and fuck you." I smiled.

	"I am sorry, that would be impossible. There is only one person
that eventually could have access to it, and you know who he is." Frankie
gazed at me with a tender look.

	"I don't mind because I have the most beautiful blond of the world
with me." Pedro looked around and seeing no person in sight, dragged James
to the floor as if they were wrestling and kissed him passionately.

	"I like you James, and I love those beautiful lips you have." James
slid his hand on Pedro thigh as he kissed back his friend. He then said:

	"We need to fuck, Pedro. What can we do to get our goal? John,
don't you have another inventory."

	"I am afraid we have not, we must repeat it every three months, so
next one will take place on the first of January next year." I paused for a
moment. "However, perhaps I have a solution; nevertheless it has to be
without us intervening. Then James anxiously said:

	"Please tell us."

	"Needn't to say that you cannot release a single word about it."
Pedro looked at me a little bit puzzled as I continued: "There is an adult
in the school that is a boy-lover."

	"What do you mean with that? James asked.

	"Exactly what he said." Frankie pointed out. Then I continued.

	"He loves boys and enjoys with then while they fuck, suck... things
like that by themselves. He loves fucking boys and being fucked by them. In
summary he loves making sex things with boys up to 15 y/o; however his
preferences are from 11 to 14 y/o. He organizes little orgies in his cell
with those who volunteered. He is very kind and of course no one is
uncomfortable with him. You can fuck or whatever you want the whole night
without any problem. Eventually he might masturbate or suck you while you
are fucking; if you like it, of course." James' eyes sparked in desire as
he said:

	"Let's assist to one of those orgies. It must be wonderful to see
other boys fucking."  Then Pedro asked me:

	"Have you or Frankie been any time in one of those meetings?"

	"No, we have not. Someone proposed us to assist, but we declined
the invitation."  Please, don't ask me why. It is up to you to decide
whether you would like to go or not." James then insisted.

	"Pedro let's go. We lose nothing, if we don't like it we can stop
and be back in a minute; but if it is what I think it is, we might spend
lovely nights making all kind of stuff. I am hard only thinking about
it. Come on Pedro! Say yes." Pedro considered James arguments and thought
that might be a good experience.

	"Okay, what shall we do?"

	"By now, nothing. We'll make the contact and will let's you know
about it." Changing the subject I said:

	"Pedro, you promise us to tell a story about someone. Do you
remember?" Pedro immediately caught my message.

	"I'll tell you right now, no one but two. First: I should not be in
this school, my fucking father, in connection with my uncle, had agreed to
drop my cousin Jesus and I to a school in Cambridge in England. He knew
that the only thing I don't like of that country is the wet weather; I love
the freedom they enjoy and how they think about everything; however he
punished me separating from my cousin and sending me here. If he knew I
have found here better company and happiness, I am sure he would make all
he could to remove me from here.

	"Pedro, after all he is your father. Why do you speak like that
about him?" He looked at me and I saw the sadness in his eyes.

	"I have seen many fathers talking or kissing his sons, for example,
my uncle to my cousin Jesus; but he never acted as a father, but as a
bloody egoist, at least with me. I can't remember whether he kissed me
once; why, I don't know and it does not fuck matter. Probably is due that I
have nothing from him; all my features respond to my mom's blood; not very
tall, clever than her... In such a way I admire him. He has raised a large
fortune. He, as mom, comes from an aristocratic family, but on contrary, he
had very little, if compared with my mom's family. How has he got all that
fortune? I don't know. I suppose he took the opportunity, as many others,
joining the dictatorship lines.

	"Well, if you admired him, probably he had noticed it, then why he
punished you?"  Frankie asked.

	"There is an explanation for that. My cousin Jesus is a year older
than I am. I think he fell in love with me when I was ten. He always said I
am the prettiest boy of the world. We spent the summer in one of our houses
in the North; there is a small cottage near the beach to keep fishing
items; two years ago he started sucking me, then we started kissing and I
sucked him as much as he did to me. We enjoyed our stays in there. When we
returned home, also we have a bungalow near the main house; my grandfather
had built it in order the children could play there without disturbing
adults. He always had an excuse to come to play with us, but our plays
mostly were sex until our toys got sore." We laughed as he continued. "In
England, we discovered a secret place in the school basement, and there we
made our sex practices. He truly was in love with me; he protected me from
older boys and even from my fucking sister.  This summer, my cousin Jesus
told me he loved me and that he did not like girls; he said he wanted me to
fuck his ass. I tried but we did not know about the oil, so I pushed my
dick into him, he screamed in pain and I got my dickhead sore." We again
laughed." James then said:

	"But you expel precum, probably that would have been sufficient to
lube your dick."

	"I did not realize that, nevertheless I now spurt a fair amount,
but this summer I was not so sure. Anyway, it was not very pleasant,
however he insisted and as I refused, he asked me if he could fuck me. I
was curious about it, because sometimes I had put my finger into my rectum
and it felt good. I said yes, that we would do at home in the bungalow
during a Sunday when everybody was engaged with visits; however we were
naked and our dicks stiff, he sucked me and when I came it was so good that
near screamed. My sister was walking with his boyfriend, well that was what
she said; when she heard us. In summary, she got us naked, with our dicks
hard as rocks. She told my father. Well you can imagine when he called me
to his presence. He did not spanked me because my mom would have not
permitted it, however the bastard told me so gross words that I would have
preferred hundred times being spanked than to hear what he said to me. The
reverse side of the coin was my uncle, Jesus' father, he understood his
son's feelings, and warned him about the hypocrisy of this society. He told
him that this was a normal exploration of our age and meant nothing about
being homosexual. That, he said; is not clearly determined until we are
well into puberty, about 16 y/o. My cousin and I cried for our separation,
but I felt much more the offenses my father made to me. I will never forget
them! I am sure my cousin is missing me a lot."

	"Do you miss him? James asked.

	"No. I am very happy and in such a way I thank my father for
sending me here." James then said:

	"I don't know if I am homo or not; I like fucking boys and making
sex things, but this is because we have not girls available, and, on the
other hand, any boy can be as prettier as a girl. However I must tell you
what happened to me when I was near ten. I got sick, my tonsils; the doctor
came and prescribed me sort of injections that I hated. As I cried he
changed into a different medicine, but it was in suppositories. My mom had
very long nails, so she warned me that I had to introduce them myself in my
bum, otherwise a nurse will do it. I cried but I accepted. She gave me some
slippery stuff; I coated one of those bullets and I pushed it well into my
ass. It felt so good that I told my mom to ask the doctor to prescribe a
new box. She looked at me in puzzlement and said: "You are too little for
so much medicine." I suppose she meant different of what I thought." We all
laughed about James' story and decided to go to the library. Frankie and I
agreed to talk father Angel about the boys wish; so the following morning,
we went to the chapel before the mass. He was at the confession box, so
both of us, at the same time, took place either side of it in order to
prevent anyone hearing us. After the traditional salute, he asked me:

	"Well John, are you coming to confess?"

	"We have nothing to confess, father Angel. We have not committed
any grave sin."

	"Then why do you...?"

	"Because Frankie is kneeled on the other side to prevent anyone to
hear us."

	"Good and clever boys." He murmured. "What do you want?" I
explained him our friends' wishes, however advising him nothing had been
disclosed and no one knew about it. He then said: "Forget what you have
told me. You have come to confess and I'll give you the absolution." I
could see how he grinned as he raised his hand and said. "God bless you,
sons.  Go in peace." Three days later the twins approached us while we were
having lunch.

	"Hey John, Frankie. We suppose you are Pedro and James. Glad to
know you." They shook hands and we chatted about silly things during lunch,
however Frankie and I knew those were father Angel messengers, so we
hurried up and finish our lunch; they still were on the dessert.

	"We have to check the mail, because soon will be our birthday and
are waiting for a letter from Jim." We stood and left the four of them
amicably talking about their business. It was not strange for us not seeing
them the following Saturday during dinner. We grinned to each other in
complicity, Frankie then said:

	"I want to kiss those lovely thighs of you." I looked at him and
rubbed his knee under the table.

	"What are you waiting for?" We smiled got up and went to the
dorm. Many boys were on their beds chatting or reading comfortably. I took
Pedro's little electric lamp, I wrapped it with paper and went to the linen
store. We knew very well that no one would disturb us; however we needed to
take all kind of precautions; we locked the door, put off the main lights
and plugged the little lamp, so no one could know we were there. In seconds
we were naked and caressing each other on the sofa. I started kissing my
lover's lovely neck and then his nipples. Frankie moaned in pleasure as he
stroked my hard dick. We rubbed our poles against each other and a few
minutes later we reached a lovely orgasm that took us to the ninth
cloud. We recovered, I had my face under his armpit, he was caressing my
hair and I was pinching his hard nipples. He scooted down a little so our
faces were together.

	"I love you John. Every moment I spend near you is a glorious
one. Sometimes I think why I am so happy; that something might happen to
destroy our happiness." I kissed him on his cheeks, then on the lips; a
long and tender kiss."

	"Please Frankie; don't even mention that. That would make me mad; I
don't think I could survive without you being at my side."

	"But we must assume that a day will come when circumstances
separate us."

	"That will be different, because we still will love each other and
will be thinking on the next time we may meet."

	"I love you, my precious John."

	"I love you, too, Frankie." And we kissed and kissed. I felt our
dicks hard pushing against our bellies. I thought for a moment about our
friends, and I said:

	"What do you think are they doing right now?"

	"I suppose they must be making sex with the priest." He paused for
a moment; our faces were so near that his breath came into my nose. "John,
it is a long time we have not fucked. Do you want to fuck me? I looked into
his black eyes and kissed them, then his mouth.

	"I want to make love, not sex and love is a problem of two, not
only one."

	"What do you mean?

	"I mean that if you want to make love to me I would love doing the
same to you." He looked into my eyes and kissed me passionately.

	"Let's do it, John, this would be as our birthday celebration."

	"Okay, who will start?"

	"You, of course."

	"No. This time I am the commander. You will start; however we must
be very tight, therefore we need the oil; besides our dicks have grown a
lot since the last time we did it."

	"Yes, you are right." I stood, took the olive oil bottle and lay
beside him. I started kissing him, flicking his armpits, his lovely
nipples, his navel, until I reached his hard dick. I took it in my mouth as
I fondled his ball sack. I left his dick and raised his lovely legs to his
chest; his rosebud was in front of me. I tried with my tongue to penetrate
him but he was so sensitive that he even closed it more. I took the bottle
and poured some oil under his balls, it slid down to his hole, and then I
pushed my finger into his anus oiling his inside. He gasped as I lubed him;
then I coated my dick and got ready. "Are you ready, lover?"

	"Yes, I am. Come on, I want to feel you in me and be as one." I put
my hand on his chest, guided my dick to his hole and pushed. I found a
little resistance but as I pushed I felt the lovely sensation of my
foreskin being dragged back and the warm of his lovely tunnel round my
cock. I moaned in ecstasies when my ball touched his lovely ass cheeks. I
was near my orgasm, but I wanted this to last as much as possible. He
extended his legs and placed them round my waist; I felt his inside wall
pressing against my dick. Our mouths met and we kissed for a long time. He
caressed my neck and my hair as our mouths were glued.

	"I love you John; I am glad we decided to do it. I feel full of you
as if we were only one person. I love you John." I pressed my lips against
his as I started moving my pelvis in/out of him; soon my dick could not
resist any more. I felt a higher pressure round my cock as he reached his
climax. My body tensed and as an animal I fucked him wildly, in seconds I
was hit by a tremendous orgasm that left me near exhausted. I fell on top
of him panting and gasping for air. We remained like that for at least ten
minutes; kissing, caressing each other body, but without saying a single
word. After that long time still my dick was hard inside him.

	"I love you Frankie; this has been a beautiful moment that only
love can provide."

	"I know, John; but this has been only half of it. I love you." We
kissed again and remained for another five minutes without moving. I was
with my head on his chest; his left hand kneading it and his right was
cupping my dick and ball sack. I was massaging his neck with my right one
while my left caressed his thighs. I loved rubbing them. He purred as a
kitten.  Suddenly he turned to me and placed his lips on mine, starting a
long and passionate kiss. I understood he wanted to complete our evening. I
got the oil bottle handled it to him as we were gasping excited.

	"Frankie, let's do it." I placed my head and knees on the sofa, so
my ass was showing on the air. He kissed each cheek, then he entered his
middle finger into the bottle, and covered with oil he pushed it into my
bum hole. I felt a lovely sensation as he moved it inside. Again he
repeated the action until his finger slipped into my anus easily. I felt
his lips again on my buttocks and I squirmed only imagining his lips on my
soft skin. "I love that, Frankie." He kissed again and suddenly I felt his
tongue in my hole, trying to enter me. I trembled with a spasm and moaned
in pleasure.

	"You like it, don't you?"

	"Yes Frankie, it is a wonderful feeling."

	"John, you have a beautiful ass with two lovely dimples on the
cheeks." He signaled and kissed each hole. "I love them as I love every
centimeter of you, John; because of that I want to be inside you; I need to
feel you as part of me, as an extension of my soul." I could not wait
anymore.

	"Please, do it Frankie. I need that too." He coated his hard dick
with oil; he placed his left hand on my chest and started rubbing my
nipples and tummy; his right one cupping my balls and hard cock. I felt how
his dick entered into me in a single and slow push. He gasped and I moaned.

	"Did I hurt you, John?" He muttered.

	"Oh no! I am alright. I felt a lovely sensation when you touched
the sweet spot." He grinned. He started pulling out/in in a single move;
first slowly then he increased the speed; at the same time he was stroking
my cock. The moment of wilderness arrived when the animal sex overwhelmed
us, forgetting our love. He shoved his dick into me as a mad boy. We were
sweating, then I could not resist anymore. A tremendous orgasm hit our
young bodies; I could not remain in my position, my knees straightened and
I went flat on my tummy as my lover gave me a final thrust with a long
groan; he fell on top of me; I felt his breath on my right ears. I
recovered first and extended my hand and rubbed his face. He then slid to
his right side behind me; still his cock embedded in my bum. Slowly our
love recovered his place, our dicks came flaccid and I turned around to
face him. He was so beautiful! His cheeks pink for the effort and his curly
black hair scrambled mixed with sweat. I kissed his forehead, then he took
my palms, put a kiss on each one, and then he placed them round his lovely
face inviting me to kiss him; I did on his lips while his hands were on top
of mine.

	"I love you John, I love you, I love you, I immensely love you!
Some times, like today, I feel ashamed when we lose our control permitting
our animal senses command on our love."

	"I love you Frankie, and you know I will never be fed up of telling
you that. We are animal after all, so we should not be surprised sometimes
to behave like that. But it has been marvelous!!!" I kissed him again. "We
are running short of time, it has gone so quickly... I want Christmas comes
to remain a whole night together as we used to do, even if we don't make
any love-sex. Only as we are now. I love you Frankie." After another ten
minutes of petting, we stood and went into the tight shower.

He soaped me and I did to him, however our slippery bodies so tight again
ordered our dicks to get hard as rocks. He looked into my eyes and I
grinned in love. We started moving up and down, our mouths united in an
eternal kiss while the warm water cleaned us. Soon a lovely dry orgasm came
to us, not as strong as before, but a lovely one that left our dicks
exhausted. My head on his shoulder and his on mine, we remained like that
until the last minute. We kissed and he dried me and I did to him. We got
dressed and taking care not to be seen, we slipped away to the dorm. We had
spent near three hours together and we were terrible happy. We sat on the
beds and facing each other we changed into our pyjamas. In a moment we were
near, and in a low whisper I said:

	"I love you, Frankie."

	"I love you, John." We grinned. As I was to put my bare foot under
the cover, a blond small boy came from the showers, bared chest and a towel
wrapped round his hips. He looked at us I looked at him. Immediately I
recognized him as the blond small scholar that I defend during our medical
examination.

	"Hi Willy! What are you doing here in this dorm? I had not seen you
since the medical check." His face beamed and came to our bed.

	"Hey my friends!! I did not know you were here. I have come
transferred from dorm five; I have had some problems with that stupid black
haired boy. He had been seriously warned of expulsion if he persisted on
annoying me and others."

	"We can talk about that later, we are very happy to see you here
with us. Come on, sit here with us.

	"I'll change into the pyjama first; my bed is opposite yours." He
came back after a couple of minutes and we talked about his studies,
hobbies, etc.

	"We are very well, we have two friends, these two beds, they are
with their families today." I lied.

	"Are they scholar, too?

	"No, they aren't? They are pay boys."

	"That is synonymous of rich, consented and spoiled boys."

	"Well Willy, you should not generalize, there are good persons on
both sides. You have experienced that with that stupid boy." He nodded.

	"Yes, you are right; that is one of my grave faults, to reach
conclusions too fast." Frankie then added.

	"You will know them tomorrow. Pedro is very similar to you, and he
is one of the best persons I ever met. I am sure you will like them. James
is that kind of easy boy, but very clever, very keen especially in history,
I would say too much; he knows more about queens and kings than most of the
teachers in this school."

	"Probably he is an aristocrat."

	"I don't know." Frankie said. "They never talk about their wealth;
Pedro lightly mentioned it and he apologized for it." The blond short boy
looked puzzled to us, Frankie added: "I can assure you that Pedro is a
republican and hate all about this dictatorship." He then smiled.

	"It is not normal. Don't talk too loud, they could send us to
jail." We laughed. Lights went off and we too to sleep.

We liked that boy since we saw him the first time. We had known his family
had had serious problems during the Spanish Civil War, as Frankie's and
many others; that made a bond between us that was very difficult to share
with someone else. James and Pedro did not return that night; even we did
not see them at the Sunday mass; we met them during Lunch. Willy was sat
with us and we introduced him to them. I could see how Pedro and Willy
examined each other carefully. James was exuberant and hungry; he did not
talk anything regarding last sex night; Pedro looked a little bit sad or
perhaps disappointed. We told them we expected our families visit next
Sunday. We noticed Pedro was reserved, however we thought it was due to the
presence of Willy. We spend the day doing our home works, writing and
reading our mail.

We joined the five in the sitting room until was time for bed. The week
went by and the time demonstrated how wrong Willy was about our new
friends. He also demonstrated his intelligence; I would say we formed the
group with the best qualification in our grade. That was normal among
scholar boys, but not in pay boys, they were not normal ones, except in sex
and love. On Wednesday, after lunch, James and Willy excused because they
wanted to get a book from the library, so they left us under the big
tree. I think that Pedro was waiting for this opportunity because he said:

	"You have not asked us about the sex night with the priest."
Frankie then said:

	"Remember it was your decision; even being curious about that, we
thought it is a private field that we must respect. Then he sadly said:

	"But we are best friends, and as far as I am concerned, I like to
share my life events with you.

	"Sorry Pedro, perhaps we have been too rude to you."

	"Oh no, you haven't, only that I..." He did not finish his word,
but he changed into the subject: "In fact we enjoyed the night, especially
James; I think he is obsessed with sex, probably due to he has entered
puberty."

	"Why do you say that? I asked.

	"Because that is the truth. The priest brought us excellent food,
orange juice and cola. I won't to describe item by item. James fucked the
twins; the twins fucked him while the other sucked him. I got excited and
father Angel sucked me; he is a professional because he made me a good
blowjob. Then I fucked both twins in different positions. James fucked the
priest while the twins sucked me. One of them, the one with the stain,
wanted to fuck me. I did not want that; however I felt that I needed to pay
them back; so I agreed. He prepared the Vaseline; not oil, and he tried;
nevertheless, it hurt; so he said that we must do it some other time and I
agreed. It was well over midnight and I was very tired so I decided to
sleep. There are two beds in there. When I left, I saw the priest prepared
to fuck James that was kissing him. The twins excited were doing together
what they could not do to me. I woke up near midday; showered and left." He
paused and Frankie said:

	"It was a great orgy."

	"Yes, it was; but I won't come back. I am not obsessed with sex. I
like love, something as you do. In the whole night the word "love" never
was mentioned." He then looking at us added: "I want love, and sex if it
necessary, but not that." We immediately knew that boy was a lonely one,
searching for any kind of love. His dad hated him; his mom was occupied
with his friends and this poor boy had been left alone in this terrible
world secluded in a lonely and far school. I looked into my love's eyes and
he understood we needed to love this boy; otherwise, his life will be lost,
probably in the hands of the first unscrupulous person that he meets and
make a fiction of love to him. I pushed him down to the lawn, as if we were
joking, and I kissed him on the forehead:

	"We love you Pedro; you are not alone. Will you let's share our
happiness with you? He looked into my eyes making a strong effort to stop
his tears, he smiled widely:

	"Thank you boys. I love you, too." Let's play soccer. We happily
got up, wear our sport clothes and spend the evening in the soccer field,
until we were exhausted. We mentally had taken a decision to love him and
share with him our love, until he found an unselfish person to whom he
loved as we did.

Days went by and Willy was an assiduous member of our team, we caught him
several times peeking on Pedro; he did not even noticed that we were
watching him; Frankie and I grinned in complicity. We had hot discussions
about all matters and Willy appeared being a great specialist on
Astronomy. He knew more about this subject than probably the majority of
students in the school, and even more than many teachers. He was as
enthusiastic on this subject as James was on Spanish kings and queens'
history. We also discovered Pedro was near a professional piano concert
boy; however he never wanted to speak about his ability. On one of those
discussions under the big tree, Pedro asked Willy:

	"Willy, being you a specialist about stars and skies, what do you
think about God? He looked at his new friend with curiosity upon that
important question. He then said:

	"Important question, Pedro. I am not a theologian, but an amateur
boy on Astronomy, so my opinion is only personal and extracted from what I
have read; so you should not form yourself a strong opinion coming from a
poor and ignorant boy on the matter." He paused Pedro argued:

	"We are more ignorant than you are."

	"Even so, that is a serious matter and some could be felt hurt. I
prefer not to speak about politic and religion; nevertheless, you have made
me a question and I'll try to answer you, dear Pedro." The blond boy
blushed as Willy named him with the adjective "dear". He continued:
According to the current science, we live in a space filled with billions
of galaxies, these with thousands of constellations each one, and each
constellation with many systems like ours, with many planets. Our system is
part of a little constellation; placed in a corner in the outskirt of this,
forming part of a tiny system heated by a medium sized star, the Sun. If we
consider our system as a whole group, our next-door neighbour is of about
at four millions light years. Can you imagine how big the space is? Who
could do this? Do you think that God would have come to save the Humanity
to a tiny planet, placed in a tiny constellation with billions of others
systems? I don't think so. The Earth compared with the rest of the Universe
is less than the smallest stone you can find in a beach compared with the
rest of the Hearth. You should be humble than we are nothing; a small atom
in the whole Universe, however, if you hear the churches, we are the most
important planet, even after the Middle Age the Earth was considered as the
centre of the Universe. Shit all of them! If there is a being enough great
that could build our world, it was not Jesus, Mahomet, Buda, etc." He
paused and we kept silence.  Frankie then said:

	"If you were in the Middle Age, those words would have taken you to
the fire."

	"I know that, even now, if the director of this school knew how I
express my thoughts, he might consider my expulsion. However, I am
convinced that most of them think like I do. They are not silly, and this
Company has good scientists on Astronomy; besides, I don't care because I
am amongst friends and I take the Holy Communion from time to time." He
grinned with sarcasm. "I know I am a hypocrite, but it is a tool to survive
when you have not money, but intelligence." We stood because it was time to
come back, then Pedro looked into his new friend's eyes and said:

	"I do agree with you. Willy, I admire your braveness." Willy
blushed this time at his friend words.

	"Thanks Pedro. You are very kind."

Saturday came again, we got up early to do our job and I saw Willy also to
get up; we went to get our breakfast before the pay boys; when we were at
the table he said:

	"I like Pedro, John. I must recognize I had some prejudices against
rich pay boys; but I think he is different."

	"That is our beliefs, because of that we consider him within our
best friends." We went to our task and Willy to his. After dinner James
disappeared arguing, he had family to attend.  Willy said he wanted to read
in the library. They left, I glanced at Frankie and he nodded; I took
Pedro's hand saying:

	"Pedro, please take your little nightstand lamp, hide it and follow
us. We'll wait you outside." He looked at us puzzled, but I smiled at
him. "Come on, we have not the whole night!."  Once downstairs, we slid out
to the basement, entered in the linen room and locked the door, then I saw
how Pedro put a flashlight on. I smiled. Pedro said:

	"I supposed we needed it." I smiled at him and he could not
continue, because I tenderly took his face between my hands and I kissed
him on the lips.

	"We love you, clever boy. He smiled and kissed me back.

	"I wanted this even more than you think." Frankie had plugged the
little light; he took him from behind and kissed his neck. Pedro turned
around and kissed Frankie on the lips for a long kiss. I started stripping
him and I could see he was already hard.

	"Come on! Let's put the blankets behind the shelves, we will be
more comfortable there, moreover, that will prevent any body to see the
lights." We extended the blankets and a large pillow and the three lay on
the prepared bed, Pedro in the middle of us, Frankie on his right.  Both at
the same time started kissing him round his face and he, smiling and happy
kissed us back; then Frankie scooted down to his feet and started licking
and sucking his toes, one by one; at the same time I licked and sucked his
earlobes, then his neck flicking my tongue until I reached his chin. He did
not expect such a combine action and I could hear his moans in pleasure;
his hands rubbing my hair and my cock. I kissed his forehead, his eyes.

	"We love you little brother. We love you." In those moments we
thought our little nephew Francis was under us. He grabbed my head joining
our mouths in a kiss, our tongues fighting inside to suck each
other. Tenderly I separated from him and continued kissing his lovely face;
I sucked his chin. I felt his kisses round my face and his hands on my neck
and back; that was making me very hot. I bent over when I reached his
armpits, kissing and flicking them. He could not resist the ticklish and
erotic sensations; laughing uncontrollably. I placed my lips on his and cut
off his smile. He kissed me hungrily wrapping my dick and jacking it
off. He was gasping and I notice his orgasm was near. Frankie was now
licking his calves, and when he reached his back knee and flicked them, he
moaned loudly. Frankie bent the boy's right leg and placed it rubbing
Frankie's dick. The three actions together made mad us. Pedro sped jacking
me and moving his leg on Frankie's crotch; that made us to reach a common
dry orgasm and we fell in heap one on top of the other.

	"Brother, you are very good. You look as an octopus making love."
Pedro smiled satisfied, we again started kissing him, and he moved his face
to each side to pay back our kisses. He looked so happy and beautiful that
I could not help to say:

	"I would like to have now a camera to take picture of you." I
kissed him and he giggled.

	"Why would you like to picture me? Are you a pervert?" We grinned
again and Frankie said:

	"You look so beautiful and especially, so happy..." Saying that,
Frankie kissed him on the lips. I traded position with Frankie, he
continued kissing him, then he started licking and sucking his nipples; at
the same time I started doing what I most loved: to rub and lick his
flawless thighs. They were so smooth and lovely that my cock was near to
explode in another dry orgasm if I put it between them. Pedro was now
gasping with little moans. Frankie ended sucking and licking his button
hole, raised and went to his white face, and rubbing his silk blond hair,
said:

	"Do you know little brother that we love you a lot? He looked into
Frankie eyes, dragged his face and eagerly kissed him. He reached Frankie's
cock and continued slowly jacking it off.  Still we had not touched his
thick dick that was pouring precum, now spreading on his ball sack.
Frankie and I reached at the same time to his most private parts. I raised
his legs to his chest; probably he thought I was getting ready to fuck him;
but he was wrong. Frankie took in his mouth his dick and I started licking
the crevice between his anus and ball sack. We all three were gasping with
little moans as we were reaching the point of not return. Frankie and Pedro
were nearer because Pedro had continued jacking him and Frankie sucking his
dick. I sucked his ball sack, then I placed my dick between his beautiful
thighs and started fucking them; every time my dickhead touched his balls a
spasm got thru my whole body. Only gasps and moans could be heard; in
seconds, our young bodies tensed. Pedro instinctively tried to stretch out
his legs as a powerful orgasm started hitting him. He arched his hips and I
sped my thrust between his thighs at the same time he did the same to
Frankie's dick. Loud muffled groans came from our throats as we reached the
point of not return. I fell on top of his right thigh and Frankie on his
belly, still with his thick cock into his mouth. When we recovered, we
scooted up to his sides; Frankie on his left and I on his right. His arms
open forming a beautiful cross. We tenderly kissed his face and forehead.

	"I love you, little blond brother." Frankie said:

	"I love you, too, my sweetest brothers." I kissed him on the
lips. He them, alternatively looked into our eyes, grabbed our heads to his
face trying we could not see his tears; but he could not stop them and
started sobbing inconsolably with strong spasms. I knew those tears were
not of sorrow but for a tremendous happiness that he had never experienced
before. I knew he needed to be a boy as he was, and to cry, in order to
expel grieves that he had accumulated during his young life. Tenderly, at
the same time, we kissed his, for us, beautiful face, I said:

	"Little brother, don't be ashamed for crying. Please cry as much as
you want. You need it. We love you." That was a stream of tears that
Frankie and I licked and kissed his face, not permitting them to drop on
the pillow. Probably he remained more than fifteen minutes crying; we
repeatedly said "I love you, brother." He started to calm down; I saw the
watering liquid coming from his nose and I did not feel any disgust but a
deep love for him; I bent my face and sucked his nose with my tongue, as
mother cat would have done with his kitten. He looked into my eyes, I
smiled and he hugged me very tight.

	"I love you both a lot, brothers. I have never felt as good and
happy as I feel now." He took our hands and kissed our palms, then took
them to his face. We alternatively kissed his red lips and he tucked us to
his chest repeating:

	"I love you, and I will never stop loving you. Never! Never! Do you
understand, brothers? Never! Then, he kissed us many times. Then Frankie
said:

	"Well, what do you think about our love-making? He grinned and
hugging and kissing us, he said:

	"It has been the most beautiful thing of the world; however I still
missed something." We opened our eyes in disbelief as he grinned and
continued: "I expected that one of you fucked me and I still do." We kissed
him tenderly and Frankie said:

	"Pedro, you are our little brother, though your dick is thicker
that ours." We laughed.  "We don't much like to be fucked. We love fucking
girls or boys; so what we don't want for us we don't want for you, either."
He again hugged us and we kissed. He added:

	"Nevertheless, I will feel more as your brother when coupled and be
a sole body and soul with you both. Will you, please allow me that?" I
kissed his eyes and his mouth and answered.

	"If you feel and think like that, we may do it sometime, but not
today. We are running short of time and must return to the dorm." He kissed
us back saying:

	"Okay, I accept it, but you must promise it. By the way, we must
hurry up if we want to shower."

	"I promise, but we will shower here."

	"But that little cubicle is only for one person!"

	"Never mind, we will make an effort." He smiled and all three went
inside the narrow space. Our bodies stick to each other so our dicks were
all the time rubbing against each body.  Amongst laughs and happiness; we
soaped each other, and started rubbing our bodies. Our dicks sometimes near
our butts, sometimes on our bellies and sometimes rubbing against our
crotches; until laughs became moans of pleasure as the third dry orgasm
came to us. And as a pineapple, we remain quiet for a few minutes until we
recovered our breaths; then rinsed and dried; this outside. We dressed and
quickly slid to upstairs, taking care no one saw us.

End of part 4. To be continued.