Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2009 12:19:23 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends - Part 5

			BEST FRIENDS - Part 5
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Chapter 21.- The birthday
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In every building where there a dorm existed, there were two large rooms
for the boys to study and/or enjoyment. One with comfortable armchairs and
couches; there you could play chess or similar silence plays; speaking
aloud was strictly prohibited. There was another one, in the basement to
play ping-pong, darts, etc. It was a very noisy place, but the majority of
boys preferred it; however, we liked more the open-air sports, as we used
in the village. Next day, Sunday, after the obliged mass, Pedro and Willy
went to the silent room, while Frankie and I went to the noisy.

	"Have you noticed how Willy gazes Pedro, and vice versa?"

	"Yes, I have. I believe these two guys are in love each other. They
are in a difficult situation. Willy loves Pedro but he cannot forget his
hate to pay-boys and to the aristocracy; especially if they are from the
dictator's flock, besides he is very proud of himself."

	"Yes; he has his own reasons to be like that." Frankie paused while
we took a box of darts and starting playing in a corner. "But I suppose
this will be until he realises he is wrong."

	"Yes. Then, perhaps it is too late. It would be a pity." Frankie
approached his mouth to my ears:

	"What is that beautiful and clever head thinking about?" I smiled
tenderly.

	"That I love you; but besides we could help them."

	"Are you mad? Pedro would reject any help; you know he is fed up
that someone takes decision on his behalf. Remember how he rejected his mom
that wished him to play the piano in order she showed off before her
friends. He argued she needed him only for that and not because she were
proud of her son."

	"Yes. It must have been very hard when she stroke him in the face,
bleeding his nose."

	"He was ready to forgive her and play, but she never came to his
room. I believe those parents do not deserve their son. I'll think of
something." Changing the subject Frankie asked me:

	"Did you finish reading that book about Finance? I thought he was
making fun of me, but he wasn't.

	"Yes. I have picked up a new one; nevertheless I would like to have
access to a news paper published in England, 'The Financial Times' to see
the Stock of Exchange results."

	"That sounds me strange; I never heard about it; however I think I
have seen that paper in father Angel's office. Is it near yellow colour?"

	"Yes, yellow-cream like. I'll ask him about it.

We continued playing until lunch. We joined Pedro and Willy, however James
did not showed up; probably he was with his new "family". Many boys had
visits and were having lunch with their families, so the dinning room was
very quiet, and food, as every Sunday, excellent. We thought we had eaten
too much and decided to miss the mid afternoon milk and biscuits. We wore
the sport wear and went to play soccer; our favourite sport. Due to most of
boys were with their families the sports field was empty. We gladly played
until we were tired and decided to get a shower in the soccer's; similar to
those of the pools, but smaller. It was a rather windy afternoon and we
felt comfortable inside. The idea came to me. Bluntly I said to Pedro and
Willy:

	"Let's go into the last booth." We undressed and the view
immediately excited us; Frankie and I started petting. Pedro then said:

	"John, someone could see us and..." I smiled; my idea had worked.

	"You are right. We will take care of the door. I'll leave the key
outside, but I'll lock the door from inside with the latch; if someone ask
we will noisily tell him that there is draught because of the wind." We
gave them no option. Naked we went to the first booth. As soon as we
entered in it Frankie patted my butt and kissed me on the lips.

	"I love you, fucking clever boy. Do you think they know our trick?"

	"Sure. They are too intelligent to ignore it; but they are our
friends." And I was absolutely right, because as we left them alone and
naked, they blushed to see each other body; their blue eyes gazed each
other, and as if anyone had pushed them, they rushed into each other arms
and hugged tightly; mutually kissing their necks and they faces, finally
their mouths glued in a long kiss. They tenderly separated and Willy,
looking into his new love's blue eyes, said:

	"I love you since the first moment I saw you, but my stupid pride
did not allow me to say how much I love you. However, my dreams did not
obey anybody. I saw you and I have kissed and loved you every night. In the
morning, when the bell broke my dreams, I kept all day in my mind, and when
I saw your beautiful eyes peeking at me, my body trembled and I would have
said you right there I love you Pedro! I love you! But my pride did not
allow me to do so." Pedro kissed Willy gently. He separated from him, his
hands gripping Willy's; Pedro looked into those blue pools of his
eyes. Tenderly he said:

	"Willy, Willy! I love you; you are my missing part. Where have you
been during the past years that I have not met you? I have been so lonely,
so desperate, so miserable..... I thought that you would appear
sometime. However my brothers John and Frankie told me many times that
eventually I would find my love. They were right. You came that day and I
have suffered because I wanted you, I wanted to love you. I hated myself
because I had been born within a rich and aristocratic family that banned
me to say that I loved you." As magnet attracts iron they launched into
each other arms and kissed passionately. After a long kiss Willy said:

	"You did not choose your family, yet, being you rich, and what is
for me the most important, a beautiful and intelligent boy, you chose a
poor boy like me."

	"I did not choose you; my heart did it for me. They started again
their kissing.  Instinctively Pedro took his love's dick in his hand,
squeezed it and started slowly jacking it off.  Willy, left handed, did the
same to his love; and only a few strokes were necessary to send them to
last heaven with a loud grunt. Frankie and I that were kissing and near our
orgasm, too; we heard the moans and we too, reached our sweet point of no
return.

	"I think you got your goal, my imp boy." I kissed Frankie as he
said that. "My God, I love him so much" I thought.

	"You forget you are also handling this."

	"I know and I want to handle your lovely and beautiful dick."
Without any more foreplay, he kneeled and took my cock between his lovely
lips. I squirmed and a spasm went thru all my body. I dragged him to the
floor, and in a 69 position, I engulfed his cock. Willy and Pedro had had
his first sexual experience together. Willy looked into his lover's eyes:

	"I would like to tell everybody how much I love you; I don't mind
if they called me queer, fag or whatever they wanted, as far as you
supported me." Pedro grinned and kissed Willy on the lips, then on the
cheeks.

	"I know you would do, but I only want you to love me, and I, to
love you. We don't need anything else."  Pedro dragged Willy to the floor;
his cock was hard up against his tummy.  Pedro grasped it with his fingers
and with his other hand cupped his balls. He kissed Willy deeply and he
placed his arms round him and pulled Willy's closely against him. They fell
on the warm floor. Words needed not to be exchanged as they continued to
kiss and Pedro lay upon Willy's body. His hands were moving over his ears
and through his hair. He had his arms now round Pedro's body and pulled his
ass cheeks down forcing their grinding shafts against each other. They
broke the kiss and Pedro looked up into his eyes and declared:

	"I love you my beautiful blonde. I will never stop loving you."

	"I love you too, Pedro. I never thought I would love someone like
that." Again, they kissed deeply swapping spit with their tongues darting
into each other's mouth. Pedro then drew himself up slightly and started
lapping Willy's chin and down to his nipples. They went into a 69 gradually
increasing the suction but kept the pace nice and slow. Willy could feel
himself slowly building to climax and Pedro was tensing slightly too, their
balls were tight in their sacks and Willy knew neither of them would last
much longer. Willy grunted as he felt the nice feeling of his dry orgasm
rising from his balls; soon he could not resist anymore; his body tensed,
held his breathing, arched his hips and exploded into his lover mouth with
loud moan thru his nose. That signalled to Pedro he was exploding, he went
right down hard into Willy's mouth. Willy continued sucking Pedro, his
hands round his tight butt cheeks; he near gagged his throat as Pedro
pushed down his cock. Willy sucked as hard as he could and Pedro let
Willy's cock slip from his mouth and forced his body down embedding his
cock as far as possible into Willy mouth. Pedro literally screamed as he
reached his climax. They kept sucking each other until they could bear it
no more and their cocks were totally soft and spent. Pedro dropped his body
down in sheer exhaustion on top of Willy and said:

	"Oh Willy, it was amazing, that was absolutely the best feeling
ever had." He tried to answer him but had his groin totally imprisoning his
lips. He grunted something and Pedro suddenly moved saying "Oh shit I am
smothering you" and he came round to kiss Willy's face all over saying "I
am sorry." Willy smiled and returned his kisses.

	"You can smother me like that whenever you want. That was totally
amazing." He laughed as he said:

	"Amazing; next time I won't give you opportunity to breath." Both
laughed with a great sigh. They continued kissing for a few minutes more.

We had finished our lovemaking during the shower and as we did not hear
from the new lovers, we went to hurry them up. They still were on the floor
kissing and petting each other. When they saw us standing near them, they
jumped; still their dick a little bit erected. Willy went to Frankie's arms
and Pedro to mine. Willy hugged him and Frankie felt something humid on his
neck as Willy said:

	"I am sure Frankie, I was a stupid. He loved me and I ignored
it. They separated and Frankie tenderly kissed him on the lips a peck.

	"We love you both, Willy, and we are very happy that you have
discovered your love in time. That is a precious treasure to enjoy both;
you must take good care of it." Willy kissed back Frankie on the lips. And
Pedro hugged me; he did not need to say anything because both knew he was
in love with Willy. He answered:

	"How did you find out?" I grinned, kissed his near white hair and
hugged him very tight to my chest.

	"Your clever imp, forget that you discovered my love before I did
yours. All four laughed.  I then added. "I suppose you have not yet
showered, am I right?"

	"You are absolutely right." He said smiling, and then Frankie said:

	"We will run short of time if you are so lazy. Come on! Have a nice
tight shower, as we did in the linen store, while we keep you safe and get
dressed." The two lovers grinned, and hand in hand, they entered into the
shower while we started getting dressed near the door.  They soaped each
other kissing at the same time. Pedro was now soaping Willy, and he was
behind his lover, his hard dick touched Willy's crack; Willy felt that nice
pressure on his ass pucker, moaned and pushed down trying to get his lover
cock into him. Pedro felt his intention and pushed up.

	"Please Pedro, fuck me." However to open the tight young hole the
soap foam was not enough. Pedro excited pushed hard, he opened a little bit
the entry, however that caused Willy a sharp pain at the same his dickhead
pained. Gasping excited Pedro said:

	"I think we need more time and some experience."

	"Yes, you are right." They started to rinse with their mouths glued
in a permanent kiss as they rubbed and grinded their crotches. Soon a
lovely feeling swept their young bodies, exploding in a common and lovely
orgasm. They finished, and while drying, Willy said:

	"What about if we ask John and Frankie to open our holes before we
do ourselves?  That was an old Celtic custom used to open girl and boys,
and that would save time."

	"It is not a bad idea. They have fucked other boys and girls and
know how to do it. In fact, John fucked me once but I am tight again; I had
made them to promise to fuck me, they postponed it; probably knew we loved
each other and thought it would be better we did ourselves."

	"Let's ask them." Naked they run to where we were sat down waiting
for them. They explained us. I gazed a little bit puzzled to Frankie and he
nodded.

	"Okay, we will find an opportunity." Frankie said. I added.

	"To do it properly, we need time and a quiet place, we want you to
enjoy it and not to have a bad and painful experience." They kissed us. Got
dressed and we left for the dorm. We found James there and we greeted him;
he had rings round his eyes, apparently tired. Pedro then told him:

	"It looks you are tired."

	"Tired? I am exhausted." Then slowing the voice he continued: "That
fucking bishop is insatiable; even this morning, before he went to the
mass, he blew me and the twins again. We remained in bed until noon when he
came back. Father Angel appeared, took us for lunch and we returned. I
looked for you, but I could not find you. Where were you?" Willy approached
in that moment and looked at his lover. James understood.

	"We have been playing soccer." James looked at them and grinned, he
then said in his low voice:

	"Congratulation friends for your love; you deserve each other."

	"Thanks." They said at unison.

The following Sunday was our birthday and our parents had told us they
would come. However, on Monday, when we finished homework, after dinner,
James and Pedro excused themselves.  James said:

	"We will be back in a minute; we need to see someone." We
understood, they probably knew somebody else and wanted not to involve
us. In such a way, our suppositions were right.  They went to the chapel
and kneeled on each side of the confessional box. They knew very well
father Angel. This instead of the normal salute he asked:

	"Do you want to confess?"

	"No. You well know we have no sins." James said: We want to ask you
for a favour.

	"Go ahead; I am in debt with you." Pedro then said:

	"Angel, next Sunday is John, Frankie and Willy's birthdays. Well,
Willy's was two weeks ago; but we want to celebrate it together; however,
it must appear we have done nothing. We have thought to buy then a
wristwatch each for John and Frankie, and a pocket one for Willy.  They
must not be expensive; otherwise, nobody would believe it is a present from
their parents."  The priest thought how clever these boys were, so he had
to care about them; on the other hand, they had been very cooperative, he
had enjoyed a lot and the bishop had congratulated him for his task; so it
was time the high priest pays. He then said:

	"Leave it in my hands. Since you have come to confess, obviously
you must come to mass tomorrow evening. I'll wait you both at the same time
and I'll let you know how I have arranged it."

	"What are you thinking about?" James asked.

	"Let's me think possible alternatives." The following evening they
again excused themselves, however this time we wanted to know what was
going on. Carefully we followed them up until they entered in the
chapel. That even puzzled us more. We thought they were dealing something
with the priest; and as we all knew later, we were not very far away. They
kneeled on the confessional box and father Angel explained:

	"My plan is as it follows: I have bought the presents. We will have
a little early dinner and a birthday tart with twelve candles. We will do
it at the Royal Cock Restaurant. You know where it is, James, near the
movies. I'll drop the presents to their parents; Willy's will be received
by mail, as if his mom has sent it. By the way Pedro, do you want any
inscription inside the watches?

	"Yes, in Greek, it should read: "I love you + than yesterday and -
than tomorrow; and the date". The priest grinned and made no comment.

	"Still there is a problem."

	"What is it, the money?"

	"No. I'll pay for everything; or better, the bishop is glad
congratulating your friends and he will pay for it. Of course, you can't
say that. However your parents have informed me they will come to see
you. I have bought tickets for the movies, near the restaurant. I'll wait
for you there at 7:00 pm. That is the time when the film will end and we
will start dinner. I'll find and explanation for their parents." Then Pedro
said:

	"It will look unfair if we do not make any present to our friends."

	"What are you thinking about?"

	"We believe a normal fountain-pen; let's say a Parker-21 would do."

	"Excellent, I'll buy five, one each. I'll give them to you before
we leave the school."

	"Thanks Angel for your help."

	"Don't mention it, Peter Anthony." The priest grinned because he
knew how much that boy hated those names in English as his English grandpa
called him. When they were out of the chapel Pedro said:

	"This is a fucking bastard priest, he knows how to get me upset."
James laughed.

	"Don't worry, we got our goal." He paused, and then said: "And what
about my fucking parents? They never come to see me and just they choose
the day I want to be with my friends." This time was Pedro's turn to laugh.

To close the business James, Pedro and Willy asked us they wanted to know
our families; we were glad of it because they demonstrated were our
friends. Sunday arrived and after lunch, we all were dressed in the
school's uniform waiting the loudspeakers called us as they did round 4:00
pm. We rushed to the visitor's large room. It was two months without seeing
our families.  When I saw my parents I thought to jump into my dad arms,
however I was not a 10 y/o boy anymore. We hugged and kissed them with some
tears. My dad looked at me and said:

	"John, Frankie, you are so tall... I can't believe that in two
months!" I hugged again my dad, his mouth was near my ear, he then said:
"Has everything grown in parallel? I blushed because I knew what he meant;
I recognized that I had the most wonderful father of the world.  For an
answer, I pressed his hand and then I hugged my mom. I felt that wonderful
warm of his chest; I remained for a longer time enjoying his lovely
smell. I could not help a few tears run down my cheeks. When I was sure no
one could see me, I separated from her and kissed his old face.

	"My little man! You are so handsome!" Something reminded her as she
told me. "John, do you remember that girl that you dated before you came
into this school? Every moment spent in the streets, our kisses and
especially in the cave, came into my mind. I blushed.

	"Yes, I remember her. She is very pretty." Mom grinned.

	"The poor girl has have bad luck." As I looked into my father eyes,
he said:

	"A few days after your departure, her uncles died in a road
accident. She had not any other parents, so the authorities sent her to an
orphanage." I kept silence for a moment and I remembered my friends were
waiting for me.

	"Dad, we are going to introduce you to our best friends, later you
will know the third of our group." Looking at Frankie I said: "Frankie,
let's go to fetch Willy and Pedro!" He nodded and quickly we rushed into
the school, and hand in hand, we dragged them. I introduced them, however
as highly educated boys, they offered their hands, but our parents,
instead, hugged them warmly, as if they knew them since many years. They
felt comfortable speaking with them.  Then I said: "Dad, Pedro besides
being a clever boy, he can play the piano near as a professional. Pedro, my
dad is very keen on music, especially about Spanish zarzuela." That was
enough for them to start talking about the matter. Frank intervened:

	"By the way, Michael, do you remember the old house that the Town
Hall is going break down?"

	"Yes, why?

	"The major has found an old piano within the old furniture; no one
wanted it and he offered me. I saw it and seem in good conditions. Do you
want to buy it? Perhaps any of the girls would like to learn how to play
it." I could see how Pedro's eyes sparked, however he would not intervened
in the conversation unless he were asked. My dad then said:

	"John, would you like a piano? I looked into my friend's eyes.

	"Pedro, which is your opinion? The boy immediately asked:

	"Frank, do you remember the make? And what type it is?"

	"Well, it is vertical and the make sounds something like
Schweitzer." Pedro then said:

	"To be honest, I must advise you it is one of the best old makes,
sometimes difficult to obtain, especially a good one; and once it is
restored you can get three times its present value."  As they still doubted
he then added: "Can you buy it for me? I don't want it to make business,
but to play it." I have some money upstairs from my assignation; you would
receive the rest before the end of the next week. I don't want my family to
interfere," Frank looked into my dad eyes, and then he said:

	"I'll buy it for you. I'll let father Angel know the transaction
and the cost; then you can arrange the payment to the Town Hall; we will
keep it at home until you decide what to do with it.

	"Thank you Frank. It will only be mine, nothing to do with my
family." In that moment, father Angel came to greet our parents; he invited
them to his office where he explained them his plan organized by the boys.

	"I must tell you something about this group. We have recognized
that since a long time we had not a bunch of boys as bright as they are; I
would dare to say they will find out our trick, but then it will be too
late." Our parents smiled satisfied, Frank then added:

	"Father Angel, I have been a professional on school and I find
strange the qualifications we receive from our children." The priest
grinned:

	"I know that. Those numbers are fictions. We cannot put their real
ones until the end of the year, otherwise they will relax and not to work
as they are doing now. Believe me; they are the best students of this
school, at least within their grade. We have no time today to talk about
that, however, if you want, I am ready to chat with you about it, any day
or any time. I think we must join them." Everything arranged, Pedro told
father Angel regarding the piano, he would give him some money from his
savings, as he did. All together, we went to the movies, except father
Angel that had promised to be there when the film was over. We entered and
sat in the same row, the boys in the middle and our parents on each side;
Frankie near his mom and I was near mine; Pedro and Willy in the
middle. The film was very interesting. I could see how Willy and Pedro slid
their hands and were together; kissing lightly as if they were talking on
the ears. It finished and we went out excited with the movie. We met father
Angel and James in the main hall; introduced him and immediately he felt as
at home with our families.

We entered in a private room in the restaurant. It was a large round table,
so we sat round it. In a corner, a vertical piano immediately called
Pedro's attention. The waiter served dinner while father Angel was
informing our parents about the school and particularly about our
qualifications and performance. We ate as young and healthy boys could do;
everything was so good and we were so happy... We never had a celebration
like this. When dinner was over, the waiter came with a large tart with
twelve candles on it, with the three names written with caramel. Willy's
eyes blurred when he saw his name.

	"But, but, but... my birthday took place two weeks ago! He said
stammering. I could observe how Pedro grinned as he took his lover's hand
and pressed it. Pedro them went to the piano opened it and asked father
Angel permission with a sight; he nodded. While father Angel lighted the
candles, he sat as a professional and started playing ""HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO
YOU..."" All sang and the three together blew the candles. None of the
three had had a birthday celebration like that. We hugged happily not
waiting anything else. However, when Pedro finished, James extracted three
little parcels and gave us one each. We eagerly opened them finding the
fountain pens.

	"Congratulations! We hugged them very tight and especially Willy
with tears hugged and kissed Pedro on the cheeks as he was telling him in a
very low voice. "I love you." Nevertheless, that was not all. Frank made a
fake cough and called our attention, he then said:

	"Frankie, you have worked hard and you deserve something that you
eagerly wanted."  Frankie looked at me in surprise. I could not help
because I knew nothing. He extracted a little box gave it to him. At the
same time my dad came to me, he kissed me and said:

	"You are equal and deserve the same." He extracted from his pocked
the little parcel. I couldn't believe it when my hands trembling, I opened
it and we saw the watch. I cried excited, kissing my mom and dad. However,
I looked to one side and I saw Willy's sad face. I could not accept it; we
were the same, we had worked all together; "why he has nothing?" I asked
myself.  I looked into Frankie's eyes for a second and I found his concern,
however Pedro and James were terribly happy watching us. Then joining me,
Frankie said:

	"Dad, mom, thanks for your present, nothing would have pleased me
more than this, but I can't accept it." He then placed the watch on the
table as I did the same. My dad was so confused; he then said:

	"Why son? You know how much we love you."

	"Yes dad." I answered. "I regret it a lot, but we are three friends
in this celebration."  Frankie and I went to Willy that could not believe
what he was watching. We hugged him.  Frankie then said:

	"Please dad, return them to the shop and exchange by three
cheaper." Willy hugged us as his eyes blurred; then father Angel said:

	"I appreciate your solidarity, but we had not still finished." We
looked at him that ignored us as he continued speaking and extracted a
squared little parcel from his pocket. "I have received this parcel in
today's mail; it was addressed to me, but with the order to deliver to
Guillermo Rice, so here you are Willy. I wonder who is the sender because
there is nothing written on it and was picked up by our mailman." Willy
looked at us not knowing what to do.  "Come on, Willy, opened it!" Father
Angel encouraged him. He torn the paper, then the hard carton; inside there
was a little brown box. He opened it; he widely opened his beautiful blue
eyes and mouth, with tears, he said:

	"Oh god, god! It is a pocket watch!" There was a typed note inside
with two single words: ""HAPPY BIRTHDAY"". He opened it to see the time and
a lovely music started playing.  Under the cover were some Greeks words
that he read carefully. Then Pedro sat on the piano and started playing the
complete music of the clock. With a lovely smile on his face, he said:

	"It is "Fr Elise", from Beethoven." Willy could not resist the
temptation and hugged his friend from behind, kissing him without the rest
noticing it. Pedro turned around "Do you like the music? Their eyes met
telling him how much he loved him. Everybody now was happy, we wore our
watches and Willy proudly opened his.

	"Thank you very much indeed for this present; you will never know
how much it represents for me." He then hugged and kissed our parents and
to the priest. Then this said:

	"Well I am afraid, but the school has its own rules; we must
return." Our parents came with us; at the entrance, we hugged and kissed
them advising to give our best regards and kisses to all the family. We
said goodbyes until next Christmas; and with some tears, they left us.

Chapter 22.- Lost virginity ---------------------------

The following Sunday, after the mass, all the gang, except James, was sat
under the big pine tree; Willy explained why that type of watch was so
important for him. He explained they kept at home a similar one, but near
destroyed by the first bullet that impacted on his dad's body three years
back; the second bullet killed him. That was during an unauthorised strike;
the police shot the worker's crowd; then an official explanation: "He had
died from a heart attack." His uncle Leopold looked after him and his
mother. In fact he was not his uncle, but his dad's best friend.  He helped
his mom looking after the cows and doing all the hard chores in the farm,
until she recovered from her husband's dead.

	"Apparently Leopold is a good man." Pedro said. Willy looked his
new friend with love and grinned.

	"Yes he is a good man and I love him a lot. Sometimes I am ashamed
because when I try to think of my dad, the face that I see is Leopold's. He
has a fine name, curly hair and light brown skin. I call him "Gipsy" and he
calls me "Viking". They love and fuck each other."

	"Well if they do, why don't get married?" Frankie asked.

	"I know he has asked it to my mom many times, but in my village,
widows must keep mourning during three years. They are not dressed in
black, but should not get married before that time; my mom wants to comply
with the custom; probably they are waiting my return because that time has
already elapsed."

	"Willy, how do you know they fuck?" He grinned wickedly.

	"I am not silly, you know? Sometimes they believe I am sleeping and
start their lovemaking. My little room is near hers and clearly can hear
moans and something else. From now on it will be more difficult, because
mom has spent all her savings and is adding up a new room for me and a
bathroom downstairs; the old room will be used as a large wardrobe." Pedro
was the most interested since he had never been in a farm.

	"Willy, if you had not a bathroom, how did you shower?"

	"Well, it depends on the weather. Normally with warm weather, we
had a provisional shower installed in a shack in the back yard. In winter,
we bathed in the kitchen; mom heated water in an especial bucket and
dropped me in a washtub in front of the fireplace; it was lovely moments. I
liked them.

	"Well, that's what my dad did with us." Frankie pointed out. Willy
then smiled.

	"You don't know the fine thing. When I was ten, my dick started to
grow during the washing sessions. My mom then told me that I must bathe
myself. One day Leopold came and found me touching my cock. He asked me if
I enjoyed it, as I said yes, he said: "I'll teach you to do it properly."
He taught me how to jerk off. From that day, I did every time I bathed. I
only allowed him when I was bathing; so another day he referred me about
sucking. I asked him to show me, he refused but as I insisted, he blew me
for the first time. It was so good that my knees buckled and I fell into
the washtub. From that day our friendship increased but he never repeated
the favour, he said: "I have taught you; therefore you must find a boy of
your age to do it to you. I like to do it to women, but not to boys or
men." Then the question came to me and asked him if he did that to my
mom. He got red, I thought he would strike me, but he did not; he smiled
and said: "You are a very naughty boy." He hugged and kissed me and then
added: "Next time I will assure myself that you are asleep." We all laughed
Willy's story, he really was an amused boy. He then asked me: "John have
you ever milked a cow?"

	"I must confess that I have tried several times and I never got it
properly. Why?" He smiled. Pedro seemed he was in another planet as we
talked about farm things. Willy continued:

	"Mom taught me to do it. We have a few and she sells the milk. One
of them is near white and its teats are pink, they look as Pedro's dick
when it is erected; they are warm and hard before starting to milk the cow;
when I massaged the teats always my dick got stiff. Since last year, in the
evening, before the cow being milked, I sucked one of the teats while I
jacked off. It was fantastic." We again smiled, but Pedro then said:

	"John, with Willy story I am very hard and believe you are
too. Can't we go to the linen's? I must show Willy the difference between
my cock and a cow's teat." I thought for a moment, because he was right.

	"Well it is a risk; however, if we do it in fifteen minutes I think
there will not be any problem. What do you think Frankie?

	"I am hard, too. Let's go, however we must realise we have not much
time left. We had better go to the dorm first, change into casual clothes
and then to the linen. Let's go!"  We all jumped and run to the dorm, we
wore a tracksuit and a few minutes later, we took off our trouser and
paired in 69s sucking each other. The first feeling came so quick that our
dicks were harder than before, so we continued until moans indicated they
were all reaching a lovely climax. We remained quiet for another five
minutes, dressed, and carefully we went out to the dinning room for
lunch. Willy then said:

	"It has been lovely; however we have spent 25 minutes. We must
adjust our cocks to the real time." Again all laughed. Then Pedro said:

	"John, when you and Frankie will do it to us...?"

	"We must ask James about it. We must be absolutely sure that father
Angel is not in the school. Next Saturday could be a good day for it. What
do you think, Frankie?"

	"Yes, it will do. I'll ask James. In the middle of the following
week father Angel called Pedro to his office:

	"Pedro, I have settled the problem with the piano; your mom has
paid it, however, she does not know the money is for that purpose, only for
miscellaneous school expenses. I have sent it to a specialist to restore
it. According what the man has said, the instrument is in good conditions
and that really it is a jewel; this specialist has told me that the
restoration will take a month, as minimum. He will phone me when it is
ready, so you can decide about it."

	"Thank you sir. If the school does not mind, I would like to keep
it here and being used while I am here; however, not for teaching, except
that the student is duly qualified to play it." I would much appreciate
that father Kenneth plays it; I know how good he is playing the organ in
the chapel."

	"I am sure the school will accept your offer and father Kenneth
more than anybody else."

	"Father Angel, can I ask you a favour?"

	"Of course, you can. What is it?"

	"When we receive the piano I would like to give a little concert
for all boys and adults that want to hear me."

	"It is an excellent idea. I'll tell that to the director and come
back to you."

	"Thank you, sir." Before he left, father Angel said:

	"By the way, Pedro, please, tell James to come and see me after
dinner. Now you can go and continue your chores." He left the office and
joined us at the table at lunch. He was very happy for two reasons: father
Angel would be absent during the weekend and the piano, his piano! would
soon be in the school. For the first time he felt something special, he was
happy that his dad committed the mistake sending him to this school; he had
wonderful friends, a boy to whom he loved and he loved him, and a piano,
his piano! He had wanted this for a very long time; however his stupid
father rejected to buy one, telling that should use his intelligence to
earn money and not to be a stupid musician. Now he had obtained a jewel by
his own without anyone telling him what he had to do. Yes, he felt good and
happy!

Saturday arrived and after dinner, one by one, we all friends slid into the
linen store without anyone noticing the absence. I was the first, so as
soon as I went in I started to spread the blankets on the floor; the second
on arriving was Frankie; as soon as he entered, he took me between his arms
and we kissed passionately.

	"Why do I love you so much, John? I wouldn't live without seeing
you." I kissed him rubbing his back.

	"I love you, too, Frankie. I love your eyes, your hair, and every
centimetre of you." In that moment, Pedro and Willy entered locking the
door. In the dim light of the little lamp, the two new lovers kissed with
passion not wanting to lose a single minute. Willy then said:

	"Why I had not found you before? I feel we have lost a lot of
time." Willy kissed him and dragged him to the blanket, rolling Pedro on
top of him; he watched the beautiful blond boy; he caressed his silky hair.

	"Yes, we have lost some time, but we have a whole life to live
together, my beautiful Viking." They again kissed. I started stripping
Frankie and he did the same to me. Willy and Pedro followed us and I could
see how their passion increased, because before Willy tossed his trouser on
the large couch Pedro took his erected dick into his mouth, licking and
sucking desperately. Soon they and we were in a 69 sucking each other. That
lasted about half an hour; we enjoyed a couple of dry orgasms before we
stopped caressing each other quietly. Pedro then said:

	"John, I think we should start what you promised." I looked into my
lover eyes, I kissed his lovely eyes and I said:

	"Yes, you are right. I enjoy a lot being near Frankie, but a
promise is a promise." Willy said:

	"How we'll do it?"

	"It is up to you to decide." Frankie said.

	"Okay. I'll be with John and Willy with you. Please take care of
him, I love him too much." Willy could not resist the temptation and kissed
Pedro tenderly again.

	"I love you, Pedro."

	"I love you, too, my dear Guillermo."

I lay near Pedro and I started kissing him on the lips; our tongues mixed
in with a delight sensation until the saliva covered his chin. Tenderly I
separated from him; I licked and sucked his ear lobes, his neck, and then
his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. I scooted down to his crotch and I
tried to put into my mouth his ball sack, but it was too big; so I sucked
one by one. I could observe how Frankie was following my steps with Willy;
both boys were gasping; then I took the jug of oil, I raised his legs to
his chest and poured some of the yellow clear cream on his pink
pucker. With my forefinger, I circled round his asshole and he moaned in
pleasure.

	"John, that feels fantastic." I heard how Willy confirmed it.

	"Yes, it does." I wanted to get him hot before I entered him, so I
started sucking his lovely and thick cock while I pushed my finger into his
anus. It went easily inside him and I noticed the pressure of his
sphincter's muscles round it. I found his prostrate and gently rubbed it
lightly; he near screamed.

	"Oh John, that... that feels so great!" I think I will come if you
touch that spot again." I could observe how his dick was jerking with every
heartbeat. I extracted my finger, I smeared some more oil on my middle and
forefinger and I pushed both into his ass while I sucked his dick. We
finger fucked them; they tensed their bodies and moaned loudly as both
reached their new orgasm. I remained with my fingers inside his ass fucking
him until he recovered his breath.  "Oh god! That was so fantastic.....!"

	"Did it hurt, Pedro? You are tight.""

	"Oh no, it has been all pleasure."

	"I have been in a cloud. Willy said. I remained during five more
minutes with my fingers inside his ass. I was very hot and near to
cum. Then I said:

	"Well boys, we think you are ready and now it is the time. Please
Pedro, turn over; place your head on the pillow while your body is on your
knees, so your ass is up to the ceiling." Both did at unison as Frankie
grinned; he knew I had chosen in this way because he loved fucking in
doggy. We smeared a fair amount of olive oil on our dicks; I had to rub it
to prevent some drops would fall on the blankets. With this, my cock was
excited and hard as a rock. With my right hand guided it to that near
virgin hole while my left was caressing his thick cock. "Pedro, when you
feel my dick, please do as when you are going to crap. Should experiment a
strong pain you must tell me. I want you to enjoy not hurting you; we have
time. Is it okay?"

	"Yes, understand." I place my left arm round his hips and I pushed
hard; then my dripping cock head went easily inside him; with the nice
feeling of my foreskin being retracted. I heard a little moan from Pedro.

	"Did I hurt you, Pedro?

	"No. I felt a little sharp pain, but it has healed immediately. It
feels good now." I remained in there for a couple of minutes while I
caressed his dick; I noticed his breath was increasing. I retrieved a
little bit and I pushed again. This time he did not moan, I thought he was
accepting my cock into his bowels. A couple of minutes to adjust himself to
the new situation and then I retrieved a little more and pushed hard
again. I went totally inside him, my crotch now rubbing his lovely white
butt cheeks. He moaned again and I asked: "Any pain, Pedro?"

	"No, it just that you touched that spot and if you do it again I
will come. It feels lovely John. Please push hard into me to the hilt." I
smiled.

	"I am totally in you, dear Pedro."

	"I feel full and lovely." Willy said.

	"The worst is over, boys; now you will start really enjoying our
fucking." Frankie said. I retrieved slowly and then pushed back again into
my friend. Pedro moaned in pleasure as I rubbed his sweet spot. We were
very close; I increased the pace and soon we were fucking as mad animals,
at the same time I jerked his dick off. Being stimulated on both sides,
soon he groaned and went flat on his belly breathing heavily as he reached
his climax; he could not resist the pleasure he experimented. I gave a
final thrust when I received that wonderful orgasm and I went on top of him
gasping for air as I released my tension. We remained quiet for about five
minutes mutually enjoying the lovely sensation. Then I rolled onto my back
dragging Pedro with me, so he was now on top of me impaled with my dick. I
kissed his neck and ears and instructed him: "Pedro, get upright and turn
around so I can see you." He did as I ordered; I looked that lovely
boy. His cheeks were pink with excitement and pleasure and his sparking
blue eyes hit mine. I did not do anything; he bent on me, our mouths met
and we kissed gently. I rubbed his hair and he rubbed my tuft. He then
said.

	"I love you, brother. It is wonderful and as you promised, I have
felt only pleasure."

	"Still you will feel much better within a few minutes; and even
much better when you and Willy do it together." He turned his head;
extended his hand and joined his lover's that was in the same position as
he was. "Now I will help you, but you will do the hard work."

	"With pleasure." He said as he started moving himself up down; his
dick rubbing against my belly. A few minutes later, he raised his body
straddling my hips; he placed his hand on my thighs and started moving
up/down. I took his dick on my hand and jacked him off again. Some minutes
later he tossed his head back breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure;
drops of sweat running from his forehead. Our young bodies tensed, held our
breathings, I arched my hips and my cock exploded inside him trying to
spurt what it could not. He fell on top of me exhausted; his head on my
left shoulder, I could smell his boy sweat and feel his breath as his nose
was near my ear. We remained quiet for a long time; I feared that perhaps
we could get asleep, so I tried not to close my eyes, however my eyelashes
weighted a ton, and what I thought has been a second it converted in an
hour. I looked my watch and I near jumped, however Pedro was pleasantly
asleep on top of me. I shook him to awake him up. Frankie and Willy were
equally asleep.

	"Hey boys, it is 9:30!" I near shouted. They quickly moved but it
seemed not to worry.  Pedro joined Willy and started kissing him. Frankie
came to me and he started kissing and massaging my dick. He said:

	"Still I have thirty minutes to love you, my precious John. I
kissed him and soon we were engulfed in a mutual 69 suck. As I turned my
head, I saw Pedro already fucking hard his lover.  Some minutes later,
Willy was on his back and Pedro had impaled himself on his lover thick
cock. 25 minutes later, after many kisses and exhausted, we dressed, went
to the dorm and slid into the showers, after a quick one we went under the
covers of our respective beds. That night we slept as angels, probably with
lovely dreams that I cannot remember. On Sunday, after the mass, we joined
under the pine tree.

	"How do you feel, boys?" I asked to Willy and Pedro.

	"Fantastic, however I think I won't be able to sit correctly in a
month." Pedro said. We laughed and joked. Frankie then added.

	"Don't worry, that will heal in a couple of days." Pedro then took
Willy's hand so that no one could see and said:

	"In spite of my ass soreness, I would love to start now with this
beautiful Viking." We laughed and happily joked. We spent the evening
reading and playing soccer.

It was mid November and father Angel called all five to a meeting in his
office. When we were sat, he said:

	"I have some news for you all. First Pedro, the piano has been
finally restored and fined; it will be here next Friday."

	"That's wonderful news!" Pedro said, he then added: "Where will you
place it?

	"Unless you suggest a different place, I think the sitting room
will be ideal."

	"That's fantastic." Pedro said.

	"Are you still ready for a concert?

	"Yes, I am. I'll practice during Friday evening and Saturday
morning, so it can take place on Saturday evening or Sunday morning."

	"I think Sunday morning, after the mass, will be a good
moment. We'll place a paper on the board announcing it, besides I'll ask
father Director to tell during the sermon; so you will have more time to
prepare it. Will you need scores?"

	"I know some classic by heart; however with scores it will be much
better.

	"Okay, just tell me which and I'll try to find them." He paused for
a moment, and as Pedro did not add anything, he continued: "However I have
also news that affects all of you."  We looked surprised each other
wondering what could it be. There was a single item that linked all of us:
"love-sex" as we called it; nevertheless, I was wrong. He continued:
"Spanish TV have organized a school contest; they call it "School for
intelligence". We have been invited to participate in it. It must be a team
of minimum five students between 11 and 14 y/o, plus one in reserve in case
of sickness, accident, etc., yet he can participate if no one is
missing. All will have the same prerogatives. The winners will be rewarded
with a 15-days trip to Europe, Egypt and Canary Is. The team in the second
place will have a 7-days trip round Spain. Quarter-final, Semi-final and
Final will be directly TV broadcasted to the whole country in time of
maximum audience." He paused for any comment, since nobody asked he
continued:

	"The Company has prestigious schools round the country and probably
we might fight against them, however, TV will try that this does not
happen, except in the final." He paused again and as we did not say
anything he continued: "After many discussions we believe you five form an
excellent team able to beat even boys over your ages. I know you well and I
have betted for you." I think, we all thought the same in that moment;
however Frankie was the one to speak.

	"Sir, do you think we are the best to carry out with this task?"

	"In your grade, yes; absolutely; and as a team I am sure you can
beat any formed in this school. You are not only good, but also you are
close friends and that is the most important in a fight of this type; it is
unlikely we could find a better and homogenous one; only we need to find
the sixth member. I have some on my mind, but most of them are 13 y/o or
over; I would prefer all 12 y/o. What do you think? Of course it is a
volunteer task." I thought for a moment that this was a point to discuss
seriously under the pine tree, so I said:

	"Father Angel; can we have a couple of days to sort it out?

	"It's an urgent matter, but we can wait for a week, no longer, so
Saturday next week I need your answer. Ah!" he added "The scholars forming
part of this team; will be relieved from any task they might have, since
have to devote all possible time to learn and prepare the contest." We
gazed each other and then Pedro said:

	"You will have our answer before that time, sir."

	"Thank you boys; I have the hope to count on you. Until you decide,
please keep this as confidential; we don't want to jeopardize someone
wishing to participate in case you don't want it."

	"We will do, Sir." Willy said. I saw a 'Financial Times' paper and
as was peeking on it father Angel grinned:

	"John, would you like to have it? It's from last week."

	"Yes please; I'll return it to you tomorrow." I took the paper as a
treasure under the inquisitive eyes of my friends. We left the office with
our head down and our mind thinking at maximum speed. Then I said:

	"What about if we discuss this in the sitting-room tonight after we
have done our home work."

	"Good idea, the soonest we start the most chances we will have." We
returned to our classes, and after dinner and having finished our chores,
we met in a corner of the sitting room.  No one wanted to start, Willy did:

	"Well, I think we must decide what to do; we must take into
consideration all pros and cons, nevertheless I think father Angel is
right. We form a good team, only needed of someone that pleases us. We
cannot accept anybody that is not our friend, since it would discover our
special relationship." Then I said:

	"Let's put on cons: harder work; compromise and responsibility;
loss of our intimacy; difficulties for expressing our love..." I paused and
Frankie said:

	"What John says is right, however some of those cons can be
overruled by other pros.  Yes harder work would increase our qualification;
loss of intimacy: we may lose the linen store, but can demand a new place
to study where no one could disturb us, especially during some hours on
weekends.

	"That place could be the library." Pedro said.

	"Excellent!" agreed Willy. "There are some comfortable couches in
the library." We all laughed quietly in order no to disturb other persons
reading or playing chess. "There we can adjust our time to make love."

	"That is fantastic for you four, but what about me?" James argued.

	"We'll try to help you." Pedro said. Another con is the popularity
that we could have thru all the country, we would be like stars."

	"That is if we make a good job. Think otherwise." The whole school
will laugh and make fun and jokes about us." Frankie said. I was getting
upset with so many arguments.

	"As far as I know, nothing good has been written about cowards. I
would propose we accept whenever they grant us the use of the library for a
minimum of an hour daily and the weekends from 7:00 pm to 11:00
pm. Furthermore, we would have the right to choose the sixth member of the
team." All kept silence, then Frankie said:

	"John is right. However, we can tell father Angel we will start
right from the next week.  We will continue doing our job in the linen
store until the end of the year." He grinned wickedly.  "We have planned to
spend a whole night together in there when we do the inventory." All
agreed. We put our hands together and I said:

	"We need one to speak to the priest, we don't need the whole team
going to see him. I propose James.

	"Me? Why"

	"You know him and all the priests better than us." He proudly said:

	"That's correct. Okay I accept it. I overheard something that now
matches with this matter. The contest will start early June, before the
examinations, that means that we will work hard in order they don't need us
to examine." Pedro then as speaking to himself, said:

	"If we get a good outcome, it will be marvellous to see the bastard
of my dad's face when he sees me on TV."

	"Let's come down to the Earth. We have a lot to do before that."
Willy said.

That night I took the key and the lamp and I went into the linen room to
read the newspaper; it surprised me all news about share-holders, bonus,
companies, etc. I underlined those shares I liked and took good note about
them to check the following week. I returned the paper thru James; he went
the following day and talked about the contest with father Angel. We
continued our routine; on Friday afternoon, the piano was installed. Pedro
petted the instrument as if it was Willy's ass.

	"It is marvellous. I never thought to would have such a beautiful
instrument!" He then looking at father Angel said: "Thanks father Angel,
you are a real father." Father Angel that knew the meaning hugged the boy.

	"That's alright. You still own me some money." Pedro smiled.

	"I'll get to you as soon as I come back from Christmas." We left
him alone and immediately he started playing some, for us, strange
music. He was testing it. He spent Saturday evening playing; we could hear
the music from outside; but he continued tireless until the time of light
went off. When he appeared, we were sliding under our covers; he looked as
hypnotized, he hugged us. "It is a marvellous instrument; I wonder how it
has been so long hidden."

	"Because it was waiting for you" Frankie said. He made as he was
joking and kissed us lightly on the lips.

	"I love you both, brothers. I will never forget how happy you have
made me. Tomorrow I'll show you how it sounds."

	"Pedro, will you teach me to play it?" He looked into my eyes as if
he could go into my soul."

	"I made the promise that no one uses it for teaching, however,
there is an exception: that does not include you or me. I will be very
pleased; however, I understand it will be on September. Brother, I promise
to teach you as much as I know, if I can."

	"Yes, it will be in September; be aware that I will try to be a
good pupil." He went to have a shower and in a few minutes, we were
talking. The lights went off and we drifted to sleep.  Next day would be a
great day for all of us. During the mass, the director announced the
concert, when we arrived to the large sitting room it was near full of boys
of all ages. It was a warm and outside, a sunny day, so the windows were
open. We surrounded him to give him support. He stood and when all boys
kept silence, he said:

	"Friends: This is my piano and I will try to play for you some of
well known music, I don't want to bore you. I'll mix foreign authors and
Spanish ones, such as Albeniz, Granados and Falla; I am sure you will like
them. He sat and started with "Minuette" and Moonlight Sonata" from
Beethoven. Hard applauses started and the other boys that were outside run
into the room, so it was crowded. One of the best moments was when he
played Granada and Cadiz from Albeniz. Many bravos came from boys from
Andalusia. People that were enjoying the sunny morning walking near the
school, stopped walking, some other added and a little crowd was in silence
listening Pedro. When new applauses started in and out of the room, he
politely stood and thanked to all, then he said:

	"Now I'll play a well known little piece from Beethoven; it has a
special meaning for me and probably for some of you, it is "Fr Elise."
He started playing and the sweet music came from the piano as live
birds. When he finished, hard applauses came from everywhere. Pedro was
radiant of happiness and much more when Willy hugged him and told on the
ear "I love you". In that moment father Angel approached and talked to
Pedro; he came with a boy near him:

	"Pedro, Martin has a beautiful voice and wants to contribute to his
fantastic morning."

	"What do you want to sing, Martin? He asked.

	"Ave Maria, from Schubert" the boy added.

	"That is a difficult piece."

	"Never mind, I sang it in the Mexico's cathedral." Pedro looked at
him in admiration and respect. He then said:

	"It will be an honour for me." The boy smiled and he could see his
brilliant and white teeth. He had smooth brown skin, as our tan; very black
lank silky hair that hanged freely to half of his forehead, ears and his
back neck. As his hair, he had large deep black eyes and eyes lashes. James
had his eyes nailed on him. The boy exchanged some professional words with
Pedro. Father Angel asked for silence; Pedro started with his piano and the
boy voice came from his throat as from the heaven. No doubt, it was an
educated voice:

	""AVE MARIA GRATIAS PLENA...""

The people in the street kept silence; inside the room breathes were held
in order no to interrupt the beautiful moment. Father Kenneth whispered to
the director: "God, I did not know we had such a nightingale in our
school." The director brought his finger to his lips advising him to keep
silence. When the brown boy ended and the last notes finished, shouts of
"bravo!" came from everywhere, inside and mostly from the street. James
could not resist; he hugged that unknown boy to his chest and kissed his
hair without anyone noticing it. Martin felt the kiss on his hair and he
trembled. It was a second; he moved his black eyes and for a fraction of
second met James'.  James blushed and left him because I was ready to hug
our new friend. He kindly took Pedro's hand and both bowed thanking the
applauses. When the applauses died down, about twenty boys of all ages
surrounded the piano. Father Angel put a score on the piano music stand,
and then he said:

	"Now, to end this little concert, the school choir, conducted by
Pedro, our pianist, will sing a famous and well known piece from the Opera
Nabuco, from Verdi, the "Va pensiero" Choir of the Jews slaves. Pedro as a
professional conductor started playing. He motioned the boys and they
started singing it slow, increasing their volume as the song progressed.

The well arranged group ended and that was the apotheosis. The older boys
took Pedro on the shoulder as a toreador walked with him up to where the
director and the other priests were. The director said:

	"Pedro, you and the rest of the boys, have given us a great and
beautiful morning. I hope this will not be the last one."

	"Thank you Sir. I will be at the school's disposal." With that the
meeting ended and everybody who has heard the concert congratulated
them. Pedro introduced us Martin, except to James that was not there.

	"Where's James? Willy asked. Martin blushed, remembering James
hug. He then said:

	"I think he is talking to father Angel." Frankie looked at him and
asked.

	"Martin, it will be a high honour for us if you can join our table,
unless you have better friends, of course. The brown boy opened his mouth
because he did not expect them to receive him as a friend.

	"Can, can, can... I be your friend? He asked stammering. We looked
at him and Pedro said:

	"Frankie told you that it is an honour for us." He, with a blur in
his eyes, hugged us.

	"The honour is mine Pedro. In fact, I have not any friend in this
school. It is my first year in it and I am very shy; to make friends is
rather difficult for me." Frankie then said:

	"In that case we are even, except in being shy. This is our first,
too. Come on! Let's go to the dinning room, otherwise I will faint. I am
starved." We run to have our food, and then James came to join us. When he
saw Martin sat down with us, a lovely grimace came to his face; they looked
each other and both blushed. He then said:

	"My name's James, Martin. I am very happy to have you with us; now
our table is complete and no one will disturb us, so we can tell dirty
jokes." All laughed, as that was not what anyone expected from an educated
and high-class boy, as he was. We finished our meal and went under the big
tree, now we were six. When we sat, Martin said:

	"I must go to pee. I'll be here in a minute." He thought we needed
to discuss about our new friend, and he was right, because as soon as he
left, James said:

	"I, I, I think we have found our sixth member." We figured out who
was but I could not understand his embarrassment in front of the dark
lovely boy, unless, I thought, he is in love with him. He continued: "I
have proposed Martin to father Angel."

	"What has he said? Frankie asked.

	"He said this is a pay and clever boy, he was on his list. He is
happy with our election."

	"Your election." Willy pointed out.

	"Yes, you are right. I apologies for that, however, if you do not
agree, I am ready to talk to father Angel again." I put my arm round his
shoulders and pressed him to me. He looked to me and grinned for my
support, and then I said:

	"Your election is a fantastic one, James. We like him, however we
should have asked him first; perhaps he is not so happy as we are or does
not want to participate. He sighed:

	"Well I think you are right, but I never assumed he would not like
to join us.

	"What about if you ask him first?" His face beamed with my
suggestion.

	"I'll do it." We continued chatting about the concert; in that
moment, Martin arrived and James went to meet him happily. Martin saw him
approaching and his heart started to jump inside his chest: "Martin, the
Spanish TV has organized a cultural contest amongst the schools in
Spain. This school will participate and we form the team that will
represent it. We still need another member and we have proposed you as
that; do you agree?" Martin rounded face illuminated and his eyes sparked
in surprise:

	"Are you sure I am good enough? In the school probably there are
many boys better than me."

	"We don't know that fact." Frankie said. "But James asked father
Angel and he told him you were in his list, therefore, if you are not the
best, at least you are as good as anyone else."  He looked astonished to
James as he said:

	"James, you chose me..." James blushed to his ears, he stammering
said:

	"Well, we, we... we chose you all together." He was terrible
embarrassed as he observed Martin's black eyes on him. "I, I, I must go to
pee." I had to hide my face in order he could not see me giggling; then, to
Martin's disappointment, he left. A few minutes later he was back more
calmed.

Days went on working hard as Christmas' vacations were
approaching. Martin's dorm was on the second floor, so every night, once
homework finished, he used to come down and sit with us. During the
classes, James had managed to sit near him and both boys, without noticing,
were everyday more in love; however, during our evening meetings James
always had an excuse to leave us. Normally Pedro joined Willy in his desk
apparently to discuss problems, but mostly to plan their lives and be
together; they were deeply in love each other.

We were in the first week of December; as usual Martin came down; he wore a
pyjama that was near open on his front, showing one of his beautiful
nipples; he was not fatty but not slim, still he had that child
roundness. James looked at him and immediately that stutter situation came
to him; he felt shy and scared. He loved that boy; he wanted to hug him, to
kiss him, to protect him, to tear on him. "Oh my God, he's so beautiful! I
love him" the thought. He peeked thru his near open pyjama and could see
the protruding nipple. He felt bad, dirty and ashamed; he felt the need to
cry and to jerk off at the same time. He excused and left us. Martin
followed him with his sight until he disappeared thru the toilette's
door. The light brown skinned boy sighed, and then he bent his head. Near a
mute word, he asked with his black eyes watering:

	"John, Frankie; why James does not like me here? What have I done
to him? He looks very happy during classes; he try to help and please me
every moment, however, when I come down or we are under the tree, he looks
for an excuse to leave if I am there." I looked at that lovely boy and I
felt very sorry because I could not say him that James surely was sick of
love for him. That must be found out by themselves as we did with Willy and
Pedro. I put my hands on his shoulders and I said:

	"Martin, we guess what is happening to him, but unfortunately we
can't help him. He must decide by himself." Those enigmatic words puzzled
him even more. Frankie then continued:

	"Martin, have you ever been in love? Please be honest with
yourself." He looked at us confused and we noticed how he blushed; we knew
he felt ashamed, in that way I thought we could help him. I said:

	"Martin, a boy might love a girl or another boy. We positively know
that means nothing, except love." He bent his head and near in a whisper he
said:

	"Never, up to now."

	"What do you mean with never up to now?" I asked.

	"I, I, I never had attraction to any girl or boy, but since the
concert I think I love James. I feel so happy when he is near me, when he
talks to me, when he smiles me... Even I dream with him. I am not sure, but
I only can tell you that I would spend my whole life near him and I would
never be fed up of him." I could see tears down his cheeks as he continued:
"Because of that, I feel very hurt when he leaves." He raised his lovely
round face and bravely said: "Am I so ugly, John?" I could not help and I
hugged him.

	"Martin, you are a beautiful creature, and to be in love with
someone is not a sin.  Frankly and I, we are in love as far as we can
remember. Willy and Pedro love each other deeply; they went thru the same
stages as you are, and now they are the happiest boys in the world. We are
sure James likes you; however whether he loves you or not you must discover
by yourself."

	"John, you said you love each other, what about your families?"

	"They know it because that means nothing at our ages. In fact I
love Frankie as anybody could love him, and he loves me, too; however we
have fucked girls and we liked that."

	"But you are Spaniards; can you imagine the hell I would go in if
my father knew I love a boy? In Mexico, a boy or a man must be a "macho";
they would not realise that I am 12 y/o. I must also be as they believe I
should be.

	"You are now in Spain, Martin." Frankie said: "Forget about what
your parents will think in the future; you don't need to ring a bell and
telling it everybody. You may change; so I would suggest you don't stop
your love; be careful to whom you say it and enjoy your life. We are sure
you will have time to suffer, but not now." Being sure nobody was watching
us, Frankie touched his smooth cheeks, wiping his tears. "We love you
Martin, you are a good and pretty boy; you will have all our
support. Please friend, cheer up." Those beautiful black eyes gazed at us:

	"I love you, too. It is near time for lights to put off." He
stood. "Thanks and good nights."  He left to his dorm now more
relaxed. Just a minute later, James arrived. Without a single word, he took
off his pyjama and only on underwear he went under the cover facing me. I
saw him right as that first night; I thought not to tell him anything, but
I found myself obliged to talk to him for his sake and Martin's. I kneeled
on the carpet near his bed, so it seemed I was praying.

	"James, I must say you something about your behaviour in respect of
Martin." He did not move but sighed. Since he did not say anything, I
continued: "You are hurting him, on contrary that during classes, as soon
as he comes to see us, you always have an excuse to leave us. He is not a
silly or stupid boy, but an intelligent one; he is our friend and we think
you owe him an explanation." I could observe a couple of tears coming down
to the pillow. He then, in a low voice as a pray, he said:

	"Do you think I want to hurt him?"

	"No. That's my concern. You never hurt or offended anyone, at least
since I know you.  Why Martin?" He looked at me, his brown eyes nailed on
mine, and his lovely low lip trembling.

	"I am scared of him, John. I, I, I love him with all my heart. I
would like to be near him all the time, spending my life with him; to hug
him; to protect him; to stroke his hair and to kiss him.  In summary, be as
you and Frankie or Willy and Pedro. Do you think I want to hurt him? During
classes, I am the happiest boy of the world because I am sure he would not
say me go away, but after that... I dream about him and, for the first time
after we became friends, I have had wet dreams. I cannot help it. Tonight
when he came, I saw his beautiful nipple thru his open pyjama and my dick
got hard. I felt dirty and ashamed of myself because I love him; sex should
be secondary, but my body responded in a different way. I was tempted to
hug and kiss him right here without mattering how I would have been
labelled, because of that, I had to go. I have been in the toilettes
jacking off. I felt very bad, with a lot of regret; I have cried until I
was empty..." He paused. Frankie then said:

	"James, you are truly in love for the first time, therefore you
need to say it to him. That's the only solution." He moved for the first
time and opened his eyes in surprise:

	"Are you serious Frankie? What about if he does not like me saying
I am a fag and reject me? I will feel so miserable, so bad... At least as I
am now I can see him during classes and when we are all together. I'll take
care not to hurt him; even if it is necessary, I'll apologise him."

	"And what about if he loves you, too? Have you not considered that
possibility?" His eyes sparked.

	"Has he said anything like that to you?" Seeing him suffering I was
tempted to confirm him that, however, I had to be fair. Frankie then added:

	"No, he doesn't; however he is not that kind of rough and an
uneducated person; I am sure he would remain as a better friend and would
thank you for your consideration; so in any circumstance, you will be
better than you are now. Don't you think so?" He thought for a moment, and
then he said:

	"Yes, as usual, you are right. Nevertheless my shyness in respect
of him have increased, even more than when I first met you. At least I'll
try to be a good friend all the time."  Lights went off.

	"Good night, James." In the darkness, I kissed him on the lips. "We
love you." I guessed a smile on his lovely face. Taking advantage of the
recent darkness, Frankie and I lowed our faces and we kissed tenderly for a
whole minute; my dick started to get hard; I looked at my lover, he smiled
me, and in a whisper, he said:

	"I love you John. I will never stop saying how much I love you." I
kissed him lightly a peck.

	"I love you, my beautiful friend, now much than yesterday and less
than tomorrow." He smiled again. We went under the covers and happily
drifted to sleep.

Christmas was approaching; we had started to spend evenings in the library
studying possible questions to appear in the contest. James had changed in
respect of Martin; I knew he was suffering and much more when Martin gave
him those beautiful smiles that melted him, however, they did not dare to
say how much they loved each other. We thought to propose Willy to spend
Christmas with us since he was short of money and would stay alone in the
school while the rest went home. However, to our surprise, before we told
him anything, Pedro said:

	"Boys, we want to give you good news: since Willy's mom is short of
money, I have proposed him I'll pay the travel expenses and he will feed me
during our holidays there; so I will have the chance to suck the cows'
teat." Lowing his voice, he added "And his dick. I want to enjoy being
bathed in a wooden tub in front of the fire with him." They kissed
passionately in front of us. Martin and James blushed envying them.

	"Congratulations boys. I think that will solve your problems. What
about your parents, Pedro?

	"We will not be far from home, so they have agreed I will be with
them for a weekend.  They agreed on that; they are very busy on business."
We did not say anything to Pedro about our invitation; it was not
necessary.

It was the beginning of the second week of December, and father Angel
called us to his office to ask how things were going on respect of the
contest; I saw a new Financial Times on his desk and he immediately guessed
what I wanted.

	"John, you can have it; but please, could you answer me a
question?" He then showed me the previous news paper and the underling I
did. How did you know those shares would substantially increase their
quotations?" I grinned.

	"Please boys, wait for me in the library, I'll be there in a
minute." The boys left puzzled, then I looked at the priest: "And they will
continue rising, at least for a couple of weeks. If I had money I would
invest in them and sell as maximum in three weeks, just before year's end."

	"You have not yet answered my question..." I interrupted him.

	"Sorry father Angel, I can't; I only know that." Seeing he would
not get anything from me, he dismissed me with a smile and I returned to
the library. However, that evening he talked about it to the director.

	"It is strange but real, father director. I have checked twice what
he underlined and in both instances shares went up." The director said:

	"We have money, what about if we invest as John has pointed out? I
will invest a little amount, so if we lose we could always justify with our
superiors. I'll instruct our Agent in London.

	"However, if we have good results we might ask the boy again."

	"In that case the Company's name will not ever be mentioned. You
can say that your father is interested on it. Otherwise our enemies could
say we are taking advantages of our pupils.

	"Alright. I'll see to that."

As usually, we were in the library as a good team seeing pros and cons
about the contest questions, following father Angel's suggestions. He was
our guide and the responsible for the project. We submitted him our plans
and he gave us his guidance and suggestions; in fact, he was an essential
part of the team. That Monday James and Martin were arguing about a history
event; Martin had demonstrated he was really a valuable member. Both at the
same time stood and went behind the large bookshelves to look for a
determined book, they found it at the same time and as Martin put his hand
on it to extract, James did the same, placing his on Martin's.  Martin did
not move, on contrary, he felt a nice trembling thru his entire body; James
blushed as he looked into his loved boy black wells. They looked each other
for a few seconds, and as if an invisible ghost pushed them, they embraced
each other squeezing their bodies into one. They were gasping and
trembling. James caressed his friend silky hair while rubbing his smooth
back. Martin, that was a little shorter than James, hugged him very tight,
his lovely head on James' shoulder. James then said:

	"I, I, I love you, Martin. I love you with all my heart. I would
stay with you for the rest of my life." Very slow, he added: "Please, tell
me that you love me, too." Martin's emotions came up and he started to sob,
he tenderly separated from James and, without any word, he kissed those
beautiful lips that he had loved in silence." James hated it, but he felt
how his dick started to grow as he noticed Martin's rubbing his. Martin
tenderly separated from his boy, looked again into those lovely brown eyes:

	"I love you James. I love you, as I never thought it was possible
to love anyone. I have suffered in silence during these weeks thinking you
did not love me." James kissed him on the lips, on his eyes, on his chin,
ad finally he dragged up his shirt and kissed his boy nipples; he could not
help and started sucking them.

	"Oh Martin, how silly I have been!" Martin was quivering as his
loved boy touched him where no one had ever done before. He was delighted
and moaning as James sucked and licked his nipples. He brought James' face
to him and kissed him passionately. James more expert; pushed his tongue
and parted his friend white teeth. Martin had never experienced that,
however it felt so good that he was near to faint. James knew it, he then
broke their wonderful kiss, tenderly kissed his brown chin and on his
neck. Martin shuddered with the new sensations; he put his hands on James
head and rubbed his curly hair moaning in delight; his head a little back
and his large eyes closed. James then yanked his friend's elastic track
trousers to his calves. The view of his rounded thighs and the bulge on his
shorts made him mad; he spotted a stain produced by the precum that Martin
was expelling abundantly now. James introduced his left hand between his
new lover thighs rubbing both at the same time. Martin instinctively spread
them as James took in his hand the protruding bulge; Martin moaned, took
his underwear down and offered his lover what he was looking for. James saw
that uncut beautiful light brown dick and put it into his mouth while his
right hand was round Martin butt, supporting him. Martin could not resist
those caresses; he placed his hands on James neck and pushed his head
against his dick. James took it totally in his mouth; he felt the few pubes
ticklish his lips as Martin reached his best up to now orgasm. He held his
breathing as he pushed into that warmth cave his thick dick.

	"Oh!!!" He groaned loudly, his knees buckled and he fell on top of
his lover gasping for air. Had not for James' arm he would have fallen on
the floor. James felt the salty clear creamed semen on his tongue and did
not drink it but savoured it. When he was sure Martin could stand, he
raised himself and tenderly kissed his new lover; their tongues swirled
inside mixing their saliva with the semen in his mouths. He then tenderly
separated from Martin, looked into those big eyes and hugged him to his
chest. "I love you, Martin. I love you." Martin separated from him for a
while and two tears came along his brown cheeks.

	"I love you James. I love you since you hugged me in the concert. I
wanted this, I have dreamed with you every night, watching you, watching
your face, kissing your lovely lips, loving you until I had a wet dream
that broke up my beautiful moment that now is going to come true."  Saying
that he broke his hug and grabbed James trousers and underwear to his
knees, and without any more foreplay, he took James' long dick into his
wanting mouth. That is what he had been dreaming about. He eagerly sucked
him, this was the first time he had touched any other boy's cock, but he
did not mind. He did not think about it as he was sucking him; he did not
want to think on anything, except enjoying the present moment of
happiness. He needed only a few sucks since James was very close to his
climax. James moaned in pleasure, as he had never enjoyed before; now it
was love and not only sexual needs. He stopped breathing and pushed
Martin's head to his crotch, shooting his clear boy sperm into his lover
mouth. Still was not recovered and started saying:

	"I love you; I love you Martin, you my precious boy, my Martin, my
adored Martin." He raised him and both hugged very tight, their dicks still
hard touching each other. Their lips and mouths glued again in a sensual
and tender long kiss, savouring the flavour of their semen.  They rubbed
each other exploring mutually their dressed bodies, still with their
trousers and underwear round their calves. Why are you so beautiful Martin?
I love those deep black eyes."  He kissed both. "I love caressing your
silky hair; I love every piece of you, Martin." Martin looked at his lover
and kissed him again.

	"Oh James! James! I am so happy!". Tears started again running
along his smooth cheeks. James looked at him, licked his tears and asked
him:

	"Why do you sob my lovely Martin? Have I done anything to hurt
you?" Martin attracted James' lovely face to his and kissed those unique
lips.

	"I love you James, as you say, every piece of you, especially those
lovely lips made me mad from the moment you hugged me. You are unable to
hurt me, you heart is so sweet and your love so great than you cannot hurt
me, but..."

	"But what, Martin? I love you." They were hugged, Martin head on
James' right shoulder.

	"I am Mexican, descendant from an Aztecan princess and I am
supposed to be a "macho", when they find out that I love you they will
label me with many nasty names, you know that; however I don't mind as long
as you love me, but I am sure my parents would suffer his favourite son is
homo." James separated a little bit from him; he kissed him and now was
himself who started sobbing.

	"Oh Martin, my Aztecan! I will love you forever. I am in the same
situation as you are, Pedro and I form part of what he deeply hates,
Aristocracy. However, we are still very young and no one could assure we
are homosexual. I would have liked you knew John and Frankie parents. Both
love each other since they were even younger than we are now; they had many
children and still they love each other. Probably in a different manner and
not sexual, but their love still remain untouchable after more than sixty
years. Isn't that great Martin? " Their children know they love each other
and no one can label them with anything. Otherwise, their sons love one
another as they did in the past; they like girls and probably they will
have children, too; however, Frankie and John will continue loving until
the ends of their existence. That's the way I love you, Martin. Please,
please, Martin; love me like that. We don't need to tell anybody, except
our friends; nevertheless I would tell it to the whole world if you ask me
to do so." Martin looked again to James and kissed him passionately.

	"I am very happy James, and I promise you my eternal love. I love
you." They continued kissing still with their clothes on his ankles; but
their bodies responded in a different way, they were hard again and their
dicks leaking precum.

	"Congratulations!! We all four said at the same time. They turned
their heads in surprise because they had forgotten our existence. We kissed
and hugged them happily. Martin looked radiant and the emotion on his
face. We were hard because we had seen them kissing and did not interrupt
them until finished their kiss. Frankie then said:

	"Boys, I think we have studied enough for today. What about if we
enjoy a little bit? I am hard." We laughed and Pedro said:

	"I'll lock the door and find a corner for us. Come on Willy, I want
you to enjoy our 15 minutes." They left and we heard how Pedro locked the
door.

	"We are very happy, John. I know you are happy, too, to see us.

	"You can bet for it." I looked at Frankie and added: "You better
take off your clothes; you will be more comfortable, however, 15 minutes,
no more." They smiled. We left them alone while round the next bookshelf we
stripped down and made our love. When they felt alone, Martin asked.

	"What shall we do, James?" James wickedly grinned and started
taking off Martin clothes. When he was naked, James contemplated that light
brown still childish boy. He placed his arms round Martin, dragged him to
the carpet and started kissing him. Martin pulled up James clothes and in
seconds, they were naked on the floor kissing. James more experienced took
the lead and started licking and sucking his lover earlobes. Martin did not
know anything about all this; everything was new for him, he moaned in
pleasure as James continued kissing him on the neck. Suddenly James turned
around and took a 69 position on respect of Martin.  Martin kissed and
sucked James as he was being done. "Oh James, I, I, I am coming if you
continue." James stopped for while to cool Martin down and himself. A few
minutes later, he resumed his task until he took Martin's dick into his
mouth. Martin found in front of his face that perfect cock and he did the
same. Only a minute of hard sucking was enough to bring both to the point
of no return. James pushed down into his lover mouth while Martin arched
his hips to meet James mouth. Their bodies got rigid followed by high
pitchy moans as they spurted their seeds into each other mouth. James fell
on top of his friend gasping for air; when he recovered, turned round again
and faced his beautiful Aztecan. He kissed him tenderly.

	"I love you, Martin." How has been your first experience?"

	"Lovely, my beautiful boy. I never thought this would be so good."

	"It will be much better next time, then I want you to make love to
me." Martin opened his big eyes in astonished.

	"Do, do you mean I put my dick into you?"

	"Yes, that what I meant. I love you Martin. I want you to do it, if
you don't mind, of course. I will never feel full of your love until you
are inside me; only one body, one soul." He thought for a moment, kissed
James again and said:

	"Are you sure of that? You don't need to do it. My love will be the
same."

	"I know, but I want to do it. I have seen other boys doing it and I
want to experiment the happiness they enjoyed."

	"In that case, you have to do it to me, too."

	"I will, if you really want it."

	"Yes I do want it, if you like it."

	"Alright, I don't know when, because that needs some time and not a
quick rush like now. On the other hand, I am a little bit animal and unable
to control myself. That must be done with care and tenderness, otherwise we
can be hurt."

	"What do you suggest?"

	"We will ask Frankie and John to open our butts first, especially
yours; they are very careful, tender and know how to do it the first
time. They did it to Pedro, Willy and me."

	"It is not a bad idea. That is an old custom on old peoples like
the Aztecan. There were experienced men that opened the young girls for the
first time when they experienced their first menstruation, taking care not
to hurt them and be prepared for their marriage. It was a great honour for
the man but more for the girl if the man did it properly and she enjoyed
instead of being hurt, otherwise she would hate it."

	"You know a lot about ancient peoples."

	"I am very keen about old people and languages; in fact I have
advanced a lot on reading Egyptian writing." James kissed his lover
tenderly again.

	"Pedro is also very good on old languages such as Greek and Latin."
James said.

	"Well boys, let's go. It is time to go back." We left the library,
it was dark and time to get a shower and go to bed. After showering, we
went to the sitting room to enjoy our mutual company now that Martin and
James were lovers. James and Martin told us that they would go to Madrid
for Christmas; they proposed Willy and Pedro to ride them to their home at
the same time, so his parents did not need to come and pickup them up. We
were chatting about our plans for the future holidays when father Angel
approached. We stood up:

	"John, Frankie; we need you perform the inventory next Saturday
evening. This will be your last one, since you need to devote your time to
study for the contest, therefore after your return, none of you will have
any extra work, except your normal studies." Then I said:

	Sir, can our friends help us? We want to do it carefully and that
will take some time.  Without help would take us the whole night." He
grinned because he knew what might be involved during the inventory.

	"No problem. I'll advise Security on the subject, however you must
promise me not to be very noisy."

	"Promised, Sir. You will not receive any complaint about us."

	"I'm sure I won't. Good nights."

	"Good nights, sir." I could see the satisfaction on all of us, but
especially on Martin and James. He, with a very slow voice said:

	"John, Martin and I want to ask you and Frankie for a favour." I
noticed how Martin blushed.

	"Granted, what is it?" Frankie asked.

	"Well, you know Martin and I are lovers." Martin pressed James'
hand encouraging him to continue. "We want to... you know."

	"To fuck each other." Willy bluntly said.

	"You are too rude, Willy. Yes." We smiled as he continued. "Martin
has never done it before and I am too rude; I mean, I can't control myself
on the last stages and I could hurt Martin." Then looking at Martin
tenderly, he added: "I love too much this lovely Aztecan to hurt him,
therefore we want you to take his virginity off and open again my hole;
next Saturday will be a good chance." I wanted to kiss that lovely boy,
however I would have not any problem on that, but to fuck him was beyond my
expectations.

	"Are you sure you want us to do it?"

	"Absolutely. Martin, who is an expert on ancient people, said that
this was an old custom in his people when expert men took rid of the girl's
virginity when they became women."  Now looking at Frankie, I said:

	"Okay. In fact you are right, Martin. The concept of virginity was
introduced by the Romans on many nations that they conquered."

We left happily the room and went to our dorm, mentally making plans for
the next Saturday evening. Willy and Pedro as usual stay for a few minutes
near Willy's bed. James joined us as soon as Martin went upstairs to his
dorm. Frankie then asked him:

	"James, I suppose you have discussed who would do it."

	"Yes, we did." He blushed when he said: "If you don't mind, I would
want you to fuck me and John to Martin. You don't mind John, do you?" I
didn't say anything but to agree. Mentally I was applauding their decision,
because I wanted eagerly to kiss and fuck that light brown Aztecan. I
thought his still little fatty nipples must be delicious. I knew that
Frankie loved James' beautiful lips and that he also was applauding it. I
did not mind it because Frankie had the same sweet lips as James and I
enjoyed them frequently. Lights went off and we under the covers, and as
usually, we made a motion as if something has fallen on the floor, Frankie
and I bent our heads and we kissed good nights.

Chapter 23.- The last Inventory -------------------------------

We were working hard and father Angel congratulated us for the excellent
results of our periodical examinations. I had noticed the increase of our
knowledge whenever a discussion was set up during a class. For me, maths
was my favourite; it was so great to reach an exact conclusion! Sometimes
when the teacher asked me to make a metal calculation I closed my eyes and
I could see numbers flying round me, filling a space as in a great
puzzle. More or less that happened with physic and chemistry, formulas
danced round us asking permission to fit. As if we were twins, Frankie had
the same facility. Sometimes for the enjoyment of the rest of our pals, he
asked us to solve a maths problem mentally, especially on algebra. It was
funny because most of the times we reached the same conclusion within one
or two seconds' difference; that made the rest of students to applaud us;
we were heroes for them and they were proud to be our friends. That was
because we felt their friends and always tried to help them when we were
requested. We were very careful not showing superiority, on contrary, we
asked them many times regarding problem of Geography or History. In
summary, the whole class was a great team, because of that, no one argued
when we were publicly appointed as representatives of our school in the
contest. Probably there were other boys gifted as we were, especially in
upper grades; however they did not oppose, otherwise they would have faced
a little contest against us. In this case they would lose on any
circumstances, because if one won, he would have been always regarded as he
fought to younger boys; and if did not, most of his pals would labelled him
as stupid since he could not win a younger boy. Our parents received the
news regarding the contest asking them for their authorisation; that filled
them with pride and called us expressing their support and the rest of the
family. Except Pedro's parents, all called their children, however he did
not mind because he had long time disregarded them. He felt sad but as he
said, we were his family, especially Willy. Probably sometime, they will
realise what a great son they have.

Within that environment, we reached to that Saturday for the inventory, a
week and half before our departure for Christmas holidays. As soon as
dinner was over, we run downstairs to do our job. We agreed to be naked
during the process of counting, therefore we locked the door and in seconds
that was a nude camp of boys with erected dicks and smiles. Before we
started, Martin and James could not resist the temptation and kissed
passionately. The rest of us kissed a long kiss and started our work,
leaving them enjoying their love; nevertheless, a few minutes later we
heard the moans as they ended their lovemaking. A little bit ashamed Martin
said:

	"Sorry boys, we are so in needed..." We grinned and Frankie then
said:

	"We are not silly, Martin; and are very happy that you feel each
other like that. That is the most wonderful thing than can happen to a
human being; however, boys, we need to do our job. Please start counting
that shelf." They gladly took a manual stairs and started doing their part
of the job. It took us near two hours to end our task and prepare the
report. It was warm but not too much, so we were not sweating like the last
time. We kissed each other and then we prepared the large bed with the
blankets while Pedro and Willy took the couch for their lovemaking.

I was very hard and excited; I eagerly wanted to touch that lovely boy. I
had never felt that need before, except with Frankie; my dick was spilling
precum in anticipation. I gazed Frankie and he grinned at me. He perfectly
knew how I felt in those moments; it was similar as when we were in the
cave next to fuck the girls. I fetch the bottle of thick olive oil, Martin
was gazing at me wondering about our preparations, and however, he also was
very hard. I took Martin from his hand and motioned him to lay down on the
blankets. I straddled him and kissed his lovely thick lips; the kiss lasted
as much as Frankie did to James; he was gasping as his dick rubbed my
butt. I scooted down until I was sat on his knees. I introduced my palms
between his thighs and I felt the smoothest skin I had touched, except
Joan's. I rubbed and licked them; I felt his hands on my hair rubbing it
and his moans in pleasure. I advanced a little up to his torso, cupped his
brown balls pack, kissed his erected lovely cock and sucked its head for a
few seconds.

	"Oh John!. If you do that again I'll cum right there"

	"Don't worry; you will do it a few times tonight before we go to
bed." He smiled and I did.  My hands explored his belly and chest, licking
his lovely skin. "Oh my god, what a lovely body he has" I thought. I was
even as nearer to cum as he was, but I was keeping my ecstasies for a later
moment; I kissed and sucked his beautiful fatty nipples. I kneeled near him
and I took the oil:

	"Your tongue feels very nice on my nipples. I did not know they
were so sensitive." I giggled.

	"Please Martin, bent your legs to your chest." He immediately
obeyed me. I poured some oil near his balls sack that run along his crevice
to his pucker. I wetted my fore and middle fingers of it, then I poured a
little bit more; only with my touch Martin was gasping, his dick jerking
and spilling precum. I placed my middle finger on his ass entry and rubbed
the sensible nerve endings. By now, he was moving his head to both sides
rubbing my hair and caressing my back. I took in my mouth his left nipple
and the same time I slid my middle finger into him not very deep; I finger
fucked him dragging part of the oil into his butt. I felt how he arched his
hips and moaned loudly; I changed to the other nipple and I introduced my
forefinger into his butt. He and I were near our climaxes. I fucked him
deep, my middle finger touched his prostrate and he could not resist
anymore; instinctively he stretched out his legs, groaned loudly and I felt
the pressure of his guts round my fingers. He took my dick in his left hand
and jacked me as I sucked his nipple. His dick started spitting his little
load; the first shot landed on my left cheek and the second on his chest. I
moaned too, placing my mouth on his kissing him passionately. I continued
fucking him until he recovered his breath.

	"Oh John! That has been fantastic. What did you touch inside me
that made me mad?"  He asked. I still had my fingers inside him, therefore
I smiled, I pushed further in and again I touched the sweet spot.

	"This?"

	"Oh, yes! It is fantastic the feeling in there." I smiled.

	"Now I am going to put a third finger inside you, let's me know if
you feel any pain. Will you?"

	"Yes, I'll do." I pulled out my two fingers and poured more oil on
them; I pushed first two and immediately the third one that entered
smoothly into him. He gasped.

"Did I hurt you, Martin?

	"Oh no! It is lovely to feel you inside me." I continued finger
fucking him slowly trying that his ring got used to my fingers; meanwhile I
kissed him round his face, then his ears, his armpits and again his lovely
nipples. We were again hard and ready to go ahead with the most important
part of our play.

	"Martin, now it will be the most important moment. You must promise
to tell me if I hurt you. These moments are for your enjoyment and mine,
too; I don't want to hurt you. Is it okay with you?"

	"Yes, please; start. I need to feel you inside me. I want it." He
was really mad and excited. I poured some more oil on my dick and spread it
with my right hand. It was now dripping oil with the precum. I placed my
dick into his port of entry, my right hand on his hip and pushed
hard. Probably due I was also excited, or to the oil, the fact was that
half of my cock entered into him. I was ashamed because I had not taken
enough control of me. He moaned and I thought I had hurt him.

	"Did I hurt you, Martin?"

	"Not much. I felt a sharp pain but immediately disappeared." I
thanked god after all I have done to his satisfaction. We remained quiet
for a minute caressing his dick and ball; then I bent we kissed
passionately again. I got straight, pulled a little bit back until near my
dickhead was near his end, and pushed again. This time I was careful and
near my entire dick went inside him; as he said nothing I started fucking
him without surpassing that point, after a few thrusts, I pushed hard again
and my ball touched his butt cheeks; I was totally inside him.

	"How do you feel, Martin?

"Lovely, please go totally inside me." I smiled, bent over and kissed his
smooth face, rubbing his hair.

	"I am totally inside you, Martin. I cannot go further. Now your
butt is used to my cock, so I'll fuck you until we get mad."

	"Please, do it." Moreover, slowing his beautiful and modulated
child voice as near a whisper he added: "Do it hard, very hard." I obeyed
him; I pulled back and pushed in. I started fucking him mercilessly,
increasing the pace of my thrusts until we were sweating. At the same time,
I took in my hand his dick and soon we reached our point of not return. I
felt my dick pressed inside his warm cave; he held his breath and as I gave
him my final thrust he exploded again; his first shot reached his nose, the
second on his chin and few watering drop came along his shaft. Exhausted I
fell on top of him; I slid my head to his left shoulder, so my hair was
near his mouth. I could feel some kisses on it. I smiled. He caressed my
hair and when I recovered, he hugged me to his chest tenderly, kissing me
on the lips. He muttered: "I love you, John.  Thanks for your tenderness."
I raised my head as my dick near flaccid came out from his butt and kissed
him on the lips, a long and tender kiss of love.

	"You are a beautiful Aztecan, Martin; and I love you too. You have
so a lovely skin, nipples, and chest... everything on you invites me to
enjoy. James is a lucky boy, Martin." He fixed his deep black eyes on me.

	"John, I know you love and are devoted to Frankie, as I am to James
and Pedro to Willy, but we are not married couples; why can't we enjoy each
other when we want?"

	"Are you serious?"

	"Yes, I am. Now I want you to fuck me again, if you like it; later
I'll tell the boys my idea."  I grinned and started rubbing that fine and
smooth skin; soon our dick got hard again.

	"Now we will make love in a different way. Did you observe Frankie
and James?"

	"Yes, but I like to see your face; in that way I won't be able to
see you and I much like to see the grimace on your face when you reach your
orgasm."

	"I love you, Martin." We kissed passionately. He was now on top of
me doing what I had done to him before. I felt his tongue on my nipples and
I rubbed his chest and tussled his silky black hair. I loved that
sensation; our dicks rubbing each other and spilling precum. He scooted up
a little and pressed my dick with his butt. He had learnt very quickly; I
noticed his hand on my balls, then he took my dick and guided it into him,
then he pushed down and in a single move my cock went totally inside him. I
was gasping; it felt so, so good! "Martin, get around so that your back
faces me; you will get the deepest inside you." He did as he was told and
my cock rubbed his funny spot as he called it. He gasped in pleasure and
started grinding with my cock in him, his hands on my thighs. As we were
approaching our climaxes, he turned around facing me, he bent himself and
our mouths met; he was delicious. I explored and sucked his earlobes and
again those lovely nipples. He raised his body, but not totally so his
silky black hair was hanging from his forehead; he was sat and impaled on
my dick. He placed one of his hands on my chest, the other on my hip for
support and started fucking himself up and down. I took his thick dick on
my hand and I jacked him off in the same pace as he was fucking himself. I
could see how Frankie was passionately kissing James as he had impaled
himself on his dick.

The Aztecan boy continued up and down and as I felt my new orgasm
approaching, I helped him. Soon he tossed his head back moaning in
pleasure. I felt his butt's muscles pressing my dick and his right hand on
top on mine on his dick. I could not resist anymore; I arched my hips as
that tremendous orgasm hit us. His cock exploded and his shots landed on my
chest. Then a groan and he fell on top of me exhausted, as his dick
continued jerking between our bodies.  When I recovered my breath, I kissed
him gently on his head. He did not respond to my caresses until a few
minutes later. He raised that light brown lovely face and placed his thick
lips on mine in a long tender kiss. Soon all of us were recovered; Willy
and Pedro came to sit on the blankets and we joked to each other; then
Martin said:

	"I want to make you a proposal, I wonder whether you like it or
not. Frankie looked at me and to James and said:

	"Please, Martin, go ahead."

	"Well, we know that you and John are devoted to each other, as I am
to James and Pedro is to Willy..." James heard that and squeezed his lover
to his chest, kissing him on the cheek. Martin continued: "So each one is
special to the other; however each of us has something special that we
like; for instance: James and Frankie have the most lovely lips; Willy that
beautiful hair and face; Pedro has a lovely freckles; John has the most
beautiful tuft and dimples..." I interrupted him.

	"And you have the smoothest skin and deepest eyes." Martin then
continued:

	"As you can see, each of us has something that we like. My question
is. Why can't we enjoy them without jeopardizing our devoting to our
respective lover?" Then a silence followed and Frankie said:

	"It is a good idea whenever our freedom is not touched."

	"What do you mean Frankie? Pedro asked.

	"Well it is a good idea to share us whenever no one is forced or to
pay back in the same way. Let's say that James, Martin, Willy... anyone
asked me to fuck him; I would gladly do it or not, however I would not be
committed to pay him back by fucking me."

	"That's an excellent remark. Essentially it falls within the idea
of freedom and none of us could be felt offended if his counterpart wanted
to kiss, suck or fuck other than himself." Willy said. Then I thought for a
moment and added:

	"So I believe it is a good idea; however this must be amongst us
and nobody else will know or take part with us. Do you agree?" We all put
our hands together and Pedro said:

	"Like brothers." All repeated:

	"Like brothers". The pact worked perfect while we remained in the
school. Then I added looking at my dear Frankie:

	"James, Martin; you are now prepared to fuck each other; please be
tender as we have taught you." In addition, Frankie added: "and don't
forget the oil." We all laughed. I dragged Frankie to my side and he
passionately kissed me. He then said:

	"I love the idea, however I will never enjoy with anyone as I do
with you, John. I love you; you have all what I wanted and I won't miss
anything."

	"Are you sure?" I said wickedly. I love you Frankie and you know
that, however, Martin has the most beautiful skin I ever touched." He
grinned at me:

	"Are you proposing me to enjoy it?"

	"Yes. I love you and because of that I want you to enjoy your sex
as much as possible; however your love is mine and nobody else's." We
kissed until our chins were covered with saliva and our dicks ready for a
good suck."

	"I love you John; you don't need to say it, because many years
since, my heart belongs to this tuft of you."

	"I love you, too, Frankie." I moved around and started flicking on
his lovely thighs at the same time I felt his tongue on mine. I continued
taking into my mouth one of his ball, then the other, and after a minute I
engulfed that lovely arched dick of his as I felt mine into his warm
mouth. Only a few minutes took us to reach again a wonderful dry orgasm
that prostrated us exhausted on top of each other gasping for air. I could
see how Martin has now inserted his thick dick into James and the boy of
the lovely lips was moaning and telling Martin how much he loved him and
what he was doing to him. Near three hours we spent making love each other;
our dicks were sore and flaccid. We decided to shower together, couple
after couple; nevertheless this excited us again and the last orgasm hit us
under the warm water. We laughed happily, got dressed and left to the
dorm. A few minutes later we were asleep as rocks.

We continued our daily routine and plans for the next Christmas. Willy,
Pedro, Martin and James would travel in Martin's father diplomatic car to
Madrid; there Willy and Pedro would continue their trip to the North the
following day by train to enjoy an unforgetable holidays.

The departure day arrived; it was the previous Saturday of Christmas. A
large and luxury car picked the boys up from the school. We hugged and
kissed them politely and wishes all the best until next 7th January of the
following year. A few minutes later, a taxi arrived with Frank and my
dad. After saying goodbyes to father Angel and other pals, we went to the
rail station and back to our precious village. Four months seemed so; so
long... It was dark when we arrived. At the rail station were our moms,
Francis and Joan. They had planned to meet each one on the farm, however
the boys cried and they were forced to bring them. We hugged and kissed our
moms tenderly but when I saw my little nephews... Joan jumped on my arms;
he had grown a lot and near took me down to the floor. Then came to my arms
Francis, my beautiful Francis! How I loved him. We hugged and I kissed him
on the lips as his tears came down along his beautiful cheeks. He had a
lovely pink colour on that angel face and I could not resist the temptation
of kissing his nose and his eyes.

	"I have missed you a lot, John. I love you so, so much." He left me
when he felt the touch from Frankie. We left the station, packed in the
little pickup. We agreed to meet the following day at the farm. The
reception in the farm was great. All have concentrated in the big
house. The first to kiss me was Nuria; her beauty had increased, four
months had changed her into near a woman. I felt her breast against my
chest and a light sweet sensation started growing on my dick; fortunately,
she left me and the twins replaced her. All said how much I have grown and
so I noticed the twins and the rest of small children. The house was warm
and a lovely fire lit on the dinning room. Some minutes later they started
to leave except Francis that did not wanted to, however my sister called
him and he reluctantly obeyed his mom, promising to come back early
tomorrow. Dad then said:

	"I suppose you are tired and want to shower before dinner."

	"Yes dad, but I am not tired, you can shower first; I'll follow you
then. He prepared himself and went to the bathroom. I wanted to be alone
with my mom. She stood up and went to the kitchen; silently I followed her
and when we were in the large and warm room I wrapped my arms from behind
round her; she turned around and hugged me very tight. Presently I was near
as tall as she was; she then sat down on one of those old chairs and I sat
on her lap as I used to do for many years before. No words were said; I
laid my head on her shoulder and I noticed her tears on my hair. I wanted
to tell her how much I had missed her, how I loved her, how I loved
Frankie, what we were doing in the school, how attracted we were to each
other and how I missed him and wanted in my bed every night. However, I
only said:

	"I love you mom, I love you and I have missed you a lot." She
cleaned her tears, separated from me, ruffled my hair and looked into my
eyes.

	"John, you were a gift to us, old parents. You have grown and are
near as tall as we are; it has been very difficult for us not to
distinguish you from your sisters, but I couldn't help loving you
differently as I did to them; probably due to the different time in which
they and you were born. When you left, I thought the world had finished. It
is difficult for a mother to accept that their children grow. We would like
to see you always round us and forever, but we understand that the time of
our separation has arrived and that is unavoidable." Now I was the one to
have tears.

	"I love you mom. I'll be near you anytime you need me, however dad
says I have to build up my own future; I guess he is right."

	"He is absolutely right son, it is difficult and hard to accept it,
but he is right." She dried her tears and I kissed her. "I must prepare
your dinner, son. I understand you are used to go to bed earlier than
here." In that moment I heard dad calling me, he had already finished and
the bathroom was ready for me. I went to my room, I undressed and put on
the large white towel gown, but I could see now it was not so long. I
closed the door, the room was warm; I stood under the showerhead and poured
the warm water on my head. It was so nice, so comfortable. I started
soaping and when I reached my dick and ball, it was erected and waiting for
my attention. I rubbed it a few times while the warm water was taking rid
of the soap. I stepped out of the shower and I placed myself in front of
the large mirror. I wrapped my dick with my right hand looking to the naked
figure reflected on the mirror. I started jacking off ferociously; closing
my eyes and seeing how many images passed by thru my mind; the girl, the
smooth Martin and finally Frankie. The lovely sensation came to me, my
knees buckled as I received that wonderful orgasm. I sat on the small stool
gasping. When I recovered I dried out, combed my hair and looking to the
mirror; I pointed my right finger to my reflected image:

	"You are a naughty boy; do you know that? I smiled to myself, put
on the gown and left for the living room. I sat near my dad and hugged him
very tight. I thought to sit on his lap but I understood those times had
already gone for me. He had placed a record of Spanish music written by
Isaac Albeniz and that made me to feel a little sad recalling the
concert. In that moment I realised my heart was being divided into several
parts; and a large one was in my friend's memory. "I love that music, dad;
it is one of the pieces played by Pedro; it was a great success. I have
asked him to teach me to play the piano." I paused as I heard the lovely
music, then I added: "He also played the music of Willy's watch." My dad
stood, went to the drawer and rummaged among the records, extracted one and
placed it on the record player. The music started and immediately my mind
went to the sweet gaze exchanged between Pedro and Willy as they were in
love. We had accepted it as our anthem, I murmured: "For Elise" from
Beethoven.

	"Yes it is. I bought long time ago as a present for your mom."

	"But her name is Maria"

	"Yes, you are partially right, but she has a second name: Elise. I
used to call her with that name when we were young and she liked it." Mom
came and hugged dad from behind.

	"What a beautiful music it is and what lovely fond memories it
brings to me." She sighed. We had dinner together and when finished I
phoned Frankie; I could not go to bed without hearing his voice once
more. He was just going to take off the receiver to call me when it rang.

	"Frankie, are you?" In a low voice he said:

	"Yes, my beautiful John. I am the one who loves you."

	"I love you, too. I could not go to bed without hearing your lovely
voice. I'll miss you Frankie. I would like to be with you near me."

	"Me too. I have just showered and I had to jerk off thinking on
you, John."

	"The same me, probably we have come at the same time, because It
has been a lovely feeling."

	"Probably. John, if we have come on holidays to be separated, I
would have preferred better to remain in the school."

	"Yes, you are right; I am determined to talk about it to my dad
tomorrow. We must be together. I love feeling you near me, kissing you and
caressing you all. I love you, Frankie."

	"John, if you are going to talk to your dad, I'll do the same to
mine. I want you in my bed, I feel too cold without you touching me."

	"Frankie, we better stop. I am very hard. Fortunately I have on
that large gown and my folks can't notice my hardness."

	"Yes, my love. Good nights and happy dreams."

	"Good nights love. I am just going up and jerk off again. I don't
want to wet my sheets."  We laughed because none of us could do it. I
kissed my parents goodnights and went under the covers. I wrapped my cock
and I could notice the precum spitting from the pee slit. I slowly started
jerking it off, I closed my eyes and increased the pace of my fist moves, I
jacked off until that beautiful and always new sensation started growing
from my toes to my dickhead. I moaned loudly as I reached my climax. When I
recovered slid to my right side and in seconds drifted into a hard sleep. I
woke at the normal school time 7:00 am, still it was dark, so I turned to
my other side and continued sleeping. An hour later I woke up again, I
could not continue in bed after eleven hours of nice resting. I washed up
my face; dressed in my thick wool tracksuit that mom had left on my bed the
previous night. I smiled happily. I felt hungry; therefore, I went to the
kitchen, I prepared a great breakfast as Jimmy taught us. I brought some
wood and lighted the fire with the remaining embers from the previous
night. Soon a lovely fire started and the room got warm. I ate everything
plus an extra orange juice from our farm. I laid down on the sofa
contemplating the flames and thinking how many things had happened to
me. New friends; new relationships and what we have learnt during the last
four months. I looked my wristwatch and grinned thinking on Pedro and how
he managed to give us his present without offending us.  "What a great boys
he is!" I thought. "I love him".

It was near 9:00, so time for my parents to get up, I thought. I returned
to the kitchen and I prepared a large tray with two huge breakfasts. They
were old but I was sure Saturdays were their night for making love. I
stepped up, knocked on the door.

	"Come in, son. When they saw me loaded with the big tray, a lovely
grin appeared on their faces. Then my dad said: "We have missed this since
you went to the school. Thanks son."  They had their breakfast and I could
notice they still were naked. When finished, I took the tray to the
kitchen, however, when I was in the doorway dad said: "John, please come
back." I smiled. When I returned mom had her underwear on. Dad then said:
"Come on, John, get in here as in the old times." They moved but I argued:

	"Dad, I am dressed."

	"In that case, what are you waiting to undress?" I smiled I
stripped naked, except for the short underwear and I dropped myself between
them. I received their caresses and kisses; dad put off the lights and we
went into a beautiful slumber in a joint package. That lasted near an
hour. It was one of my best fond memories.

When I woke up, mom had got up and was in the bathroom. I dressed and went
downstairs. It was a sunny day but chilly; I thought to go and wake up the
twins or Francis, however Frankie face came into my memory; "I love him and
we need to solve our problem." I thought. Dad was sat on the living room, I
asked him:

	"Dad, what are you going to do?"

	"Come here John." He had a few brochures in his hands showing new
tractors. "We must modernize our farm; I need to make numbers to buy one of
these. To feed animals take a lot of money and attention, however, one of
these machines works as efficiently as animals, even better. The twins are
always asking about them, they are very fond of new technologies.  The
future of this farm will be on their hands, unless you change your mind."

	"Dad, I will never be a farmer if I can study something else. I
love the farm and what it means, however, as I have told you some other
times, I prefer some other profession. Still I don't have a fix idea,
nevertheless I fully agree with the twins, new times require new ideas.
That what my teachers say."

	"Okay, I'm planning to buy it for Christmas; nothing will make them
and their parents happier. What are you going to do?" I thought for a
moment that probably Frankie was already talking to their parents about us;
however, I still doubted what to do.

	"Dad, what about if we go for a walk? I would want to make you some
questions."

	"It is alright for me, this can wait. I'll tell mom about it just
in case someone asks." We took our coats and went out in silence. We
reached that field what used to be full of flowers last spring and subject
of my beautiful dreams. It has been changed, new trees had been planted,
and however, the big tree was still there uphill presiding the new
plantation. "We did not need this land as a meadow anymore." I sighed when
all those lovely dreams and lovemaking came into me. We sat for a moment
under the tree: "You look sad, John. What's up?" I looked into his lovely
blue eyes and I said:

	"It brings me fond memories with Frankie during last spring. Dad,
I, I, love him and he loves me." I bent my head feeling not ashamed but
unfair to him because I thought I was disappointing him. He raised my chin
and looked worried.

	"There is nothing wrong on loving your best friend and he loves
you." I had said the first word so there was not point to stop it now.

	"It is a special love, dad. I miss him every minute I can't see
him. I want him near me, sharing my bed, sharing my thoughts, and sharing
my kisses. We love each other dad as I had never loved anyone; I would give
my life for him if necessary." I paused for a moment waiting for my dad to
answer; but he kept silence and I continued: "I love you dad and mom,
nevertheless, we would have preferred to remain alone in the school than
being here separated; there, at least, we were all time together in spite
we could not even kiss. Probably you will call it homosexuality, queers or
something worst, but that would not amend reality." I paused, he continued
in silence and then I added: "I am very sorry dad to disappoint you,
but... I cannot stop loving him or he loving me; he is so sweet, so lovely,
so tender..."

	"It is my fault son. I always thought homosexuality was born with
the person and not added during his life."

	"Dad, it is not your fault. On the other hand, we think we are not
homosexual. Yes, we love each other as Jimmy loves Fran‡oise; as James
loves Willy and many others, but we also like girls. In fact a couple of
weeks, before we entered in the school, we, we... fucked two.  That was the
most wonderful experience we ever had, and we proposed ourselves to repeat
it as soon as we could, however in the school only we can find boys, some
of them beautiful, as prettier as any girl, even sometimes better. I don't
think we can find a girl prettier than Frankie, or have the smooth skin of
Martin's." My words illuminated his old face.

	"John, can I know the name of that girl?

	"It would not be fair, unless you promise me not to release to
anyone."

	"You have my word."

	"It is Helen, the girl whose uncles were killed in that car crash."

	"Oh, I see. I guessed it. Someone told me you were dating her. I'll
tell you something later. Going back to our business, John, I cannot censor
you or Frankie about what you feel or what you do together. In fact, I had
and still have the same feeling for his father. We were like brothers;
nevertheless, I think we did not go so far as I suppose you have gone."

	"I want to tell you everything, dad. We don't like to be fucked by
anyone and no one had done it to us, but we have done a few times each
other. We did many times to other boys at their request; we never forced or
seduced anyone. When we did each other, it was due to the immense love we
have. Each other know we do not like it; however in very special
circumstances we accepted it because he or I needed it in that moment. I
want you to understand that we love each other to the point that, many
times, we have been sharing the same bed and we spent the night kissing and
petting each other while our..." He then intervened:

	"Cocks"

	"Yes, our cocks kept flaccid. I must say most of the times love and
sex go on parallel."

	"I suppose so, and that need would increase with the puberty;
though it is not as bad as you believe, son. However, you must realise we
live in a hypocrite society where those love manifestations are prohibited
and considered a grave sin.

	"But why? We do not hurt anyone!

	"You will experiment that with the time John. That was our idea,
however we had to hide from any person, and the most dangerous, our own
families; however those times were absolutely different from now, and I
hope your children, if you ever have some, they will enjoy a better
understanding." I reached my dad and kissed him tenderly.

	"I am very lucky having a dad like you." He kissed me on the hair
and looking into my eyes, he said:

	"Now John, we must reach an agreement between Frankie's parents and
ourselves. I suppose the difficult part will be to tell mom and to make her
to understand it; you must trust on me. I would suggest you continue as up
to now. Frankie can come and stay with you and vice versa taking care
nothing is released out of our mutual homes, including your own sisters and
the rest of the family. We must protect your situation on respect of the
school. Once you are older, you will decide by yourselves. Your opinion?"

	"It seems fair enough, dad. Thanks for your understanding." We
stood, I took his old hand in mine and we started coming back home: "Dad,
you mentioned Helen, do you know anything about her?"

	"Well, not much. I'll tell you something." He paused, waiting for
my comments, but after a while he continued: "Frank and I used to be good
friends of his uncle. He was a good man and a good friend. He fell in love
with his wife when he was in the school; they were 14 y/o and wanted to be
together all the time, more or less as you and Frankie." He
grinned. "However the family could not admit so young relationship. I
facilitated them our cave for their first sexual encounters; that even
increased their needs, therefore they prepared a strategy to get their
goal. One day that she was alone at home, he entered in the house and both
lovers started making love without any care; she knew his sister would
catch them as it happened. That meant immediate marriage as they were
looking for. The events soon were forgotten and they started their own
lives together."

	"I would call that an excellent strategy, dad."

	"Yes it was. Three years later, they had a beautiful baby girl that
was the family happiness. When the little girl was 3 y/o, she died from
cancer. I don want to go into details, but in spite the science was not so
advanced as today, doctors established a direct family connexion of
sickness. The child's grandmother had died in the same circumstances. My
friend near got mad; the family advised the couple to conceive a new baby,
but they rejected the idea fearing they will go thru it again. Times passed
and ten years later, her sister appeared with the same symptoms. She died
three years later amongst terrible headaches, only calmed with large doses
of drugs. She left a lovely baby girl of one y/o. The baby's father died a
few months later in a labour accident. The doctors told my friend that she
had died from a tumour in the brains; however they clearly stated him that,
as any type of cancer, it was not hereditary, thought could exist a family
predisposition to it. They took care of the baby as their own daughter." He
paused.

"It could be easily cured by a small operation if detected in time,
especially before puberty.  Doctors explained that this is a well-known
sickness since the Egyptian time, 3000 years BC; they solved it by the
trepanation. It is rarely found in young children; therefore their case had
made history in Medicine. It starts as a tinny fat tumour developing into a
cancer with the time if not removed. In addition, it has been demonstrated
that it is more frequent in female than in male; and that a male would not
transmit the predisposition if any exists. They recommended her wife and
the little baby a brain exploration. They did and found nothing, so they
continued their new life with the orphan baby as theirs."

"Three years ago, when the baby was a girl of 10, she started feeling
headaches, but since she was now a little bit old, thought that was common
headache for old women. He was not happy, he loved too much his wife and
got upset because his dearly wife had said nothing to him. After a
radiological examination, doctors told him that the terrible sickness was
there. Apparently, they died when their car went over the bridge; but my
belief is they committed suicide. The post- mortem examination of the
corpses showed the advanced cancer. Had she remained alive she would have
died with terrible pains, as his previous family. The girls had not any
other parents, so the priest requested from the authorities the girl being
put into an orphanage." We kept silence. We were near our house. Then I
said:

	"It is a crime. The girl probably could have the same sickness in
the future if anyone does not tell her."

	"I am afraid probably you are right, but it is not sure that she
will develop it in the future."  Mom was waiting for us when we entered.

	"Michael, Frank has something important to discuss with us. He and
Margaret wanted to come, however I told them we needed to make some
purchases for Christmas; we can meet them there."

	"Didn't he tell you the subject?"

	"No, he didn't".

	"Alright, let's go." Then addressing to me, he added: "John we'll
talk it over later. I will be here in a couple of hours." I blushed because
mom looked at me wondering what was going on.  They left and I sat down in
front of the fire. I put an extra log on it; the flames started creeping
and my thoughts went to the girl. I was hypnotised by the view of the
flames and instinctively my hand started rubbing my cock that in seconds
was hard as a rock. Suddenly I heard the main door open; I retrieved my
hand and tried to hide my hardness. Joan and Francis rushed in and the
little and beautiful boy jumped on top of me, straddling my legs and sat on
my lap; he put his little arms round my neck and kissed me on the lips. I
noticed how his little tongue tried to part my teeth; I let him in and our
tongues swirled inside enjoying the lovely taste of my dearly imp. I knew
what he wanted because I noticed his weenie pushing my belly. I moved on
the large sofa so my head rested on the couch's arm. He quickly stripped
down his trousers and his thin and beautiful weenie popped inviting me to
kiss and suck it. I could not help; I put my hands round his butt cheeks
and pulled his flawless crotch to my face engulfing totally his package
into my mouth. He started moaning as my tongue sucked and touched his
little dickhead. Francis then said:

	"Uncle John, I want you too." I left for a moment the lovely
sausage.

	"Okay. Lock the door just in case someone comes." He quickly did
and I could see how his dick was tenting his tracksuit trousers. In
seconds, he was naked waist down; I noticed he dragged mine to my ankles,
taking off my shoes, only leaving my socks. I thought he wanted to suck me
as he started doing it, however after a minute or so, he left my wanting
cock and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile little Joan was fucking my mouth,
his curly hair hanging, and his head back; he pushed his crotch against my
nose as moaned loudly. I continued sucking him in the hope that the little
sausage would get flaccid and satisfied after his dry orgasm, but I was
wrong; he needed more. I felt how Francis was pouring oil onto my dick and
how he spread it. He put his left hand on my thigh; with the right, he
guided my hard cock to his hole. My dick had grown a lot during the past
months and I thought he ignored it and could hurt him.

	"Francis, don't be hurry, it is a long time since I entered you and
it has grown a lot."  Probably he grinned; nevertheless, I could not see
him because he was with his back to me, so both brothers were on top of me,
back to back.

	"Don't worry John. I did it with Louis and there was not any
problem; his dick is similar to yours." I felt a pang of jealousy of the
two cousins fucking each other during my absence. In a single push, he sat
on my cock, impaling in it to the hilt. When my dick touched that special
point, he moaned. I extended my long arms and got on hand his dick; as he
moved himself up/down I jacked him off. "Oh John you do so good, so
different, I love you." I smiled. We started a combined move, Joan put his
hand on my head and he ordered his own moves; seconds later, he again
moaned as his second dry orgasm hit him. Francis and I came together.  He
fell down back against his little brother and on top of me. We remained
like that for a few minutes. Then Francis said: "Joan, I want to suck Uncle
John and he sucks me."

	"And what shall I do while you two enjoy? He complained. I brought
the insatiable little imp and kissed him on the lips.

	"Don't worry little imp; you will also participate. While we suck
each other, you can fuck him or me, at your choice.

	"I'll fuck him." We immediately got into a 69 position. I loved
that beautiful butt in front of me. I eagerly took his dick into my
mouth. It has also changed during the past months. I felt my cock into the
warm cave of his mouth; he has become an expert now sucking and I was
getting close to my climax. Joan jumped behind his brother and easily
inserted his weenie into him. I could see him his little red lips open
breathing heavily as he also started to experiment the closeness of his new
climax. I was the first to come; I instinctively arched my hip as I pushed
Francis' head against my crotch. I near gagged him. As I was gasping for
air thru my nose, he pushed down and I felt his ball sack against my
chin. He moaned loudly as we near fell to our side while little Joan fucked
his brother as a rabbit. Soon he also reached his point of not return and
the three in a heap slid to my right side near exhausted. After a few
minutes, we moved and started laughing. I kissed tenderly both brothers.

	"How I like this with you, Uncle John!" Francis said kissing me. I
have missed you.

	"Me too." Little Joan said.

	"We better get dressed; mom will be here within minutes." I
said. Little Joan then said:

	"Uncle John, let's do it again. I love it. I hope you will put your
dick into me." I looked tenderly into those beautiful eyes and I said:

	"Joan, you must be very careful who does this to you. You are too
little and would hurt you very much; therefore, you must not do it with
anybody, even with your brother or me. Also both of you must keep you mouth
shut. You must promise me that you would never say it to any person, even
your mom or dad. Little Joan looked at me tenderly, kissed me and said.

	"Uncle John, I know this is our secret, the same told me Charlie. I
love you Uncle John.  But will you suck me from time to time while you are
here? I looked at both brothers and I said:

	"I will do it to you both beautiful brothers because you are my
favourite nephews, but you must firstly do your Christmas' home
works. Tomorrow we will organize them here; as soon as Frankie comes, we
will talk it over. " I kissed Francis and Joan on the lips, and both, one
on each side hugged and kissed me many times before mom and dad arrived
half an hour later.  They started offloading the pickup and in that moment,
Frankie arrived; he was dressed in Sunday's clothes. I went out to help
mom, and met him; we hugged; slowly I said: "Are you going to break all the
girls' heart?" He grinned and in the same voice he replied:

	"I will be happy breaking only yours." I grinned and we helped mom
with her purchases.  When we entered and left the parcels, mom put her big
arms round our shoulders and dragged us to the couch. He kissed us, and
then he looked at me and said:

	"Dad, Frankie's parents and myself, have talked about what you both
have said this morning. I must say it is not a surprise for me; I have
guessed it since two years ago; however, I did not know your love was so
deep and sincere. It pleases me that two young beings love each other as
you do. You will need it along your lives. It is not so easy to find
someone who loves you properly. I have been very lucky." We couldn't help
and a couple of tears came along my face. Where I expected rejection I
found the love that only a mother could give. I hugged her tenderly
thanking for her understanding.

	"We love you mom. I am very sorry I did not tell you..."

	"Never mind; it is over now, however children, you must keep in
mind what dad told you and Frank has repeated to Frankie. Dear sons, you
must be extremely careful about your behaviour, especially here and in the
village. Within our premises, you can express your mutual love as two
normal beings that love each other, but only when we are alone; in case
there is somebody else, except Frankie's parents, your dad or myself, you
must, I repeat, you must avoid any love expression, except normal between
two friends. For others, you have the privacy of your room where no one
will disturb you." Is it clear? Both at unison said:

	"Yes, very clear." I added: "You won't have any complaint about
that. Thanks mom."  Dad had entered and heard mom's last words.

	"We can trust on them. Did you my dear Elise have any problem with
me?" She looked to dad, stood and kissed him.

	"You have been the best of husbands and father in the world and I
would marry you hundred times, even knowing you two loved each other." We
smiled; I took Frankie from his hand and dragged him upstairs to my
room. As we entered, he took me from behind and I felt his lovely lips on
mine kissing me desperately.

	"I love you, John. I need you." Without leaving our kiss, I dragged
up his pullover over his head, lifting his shirt and underwear. My hand
started exploring his lovely and smooth back; I felt his hands on mine, but
I knew what he wanted and needed. I left his lips and started kissing
quickly his chest; I fell on my knees yanking down his trousers; he
murmured:

	"John, I, I want..." He could no end the word because in that
moment I took into my mouth his lovely and long stick. I placed my arms
round his butt cheeks and I noticed how the lovely rounded muscles were
trembling at my touch. The salty sensation of his abundant precum spread on
my tongue and that even encouraged me on my blowjob. He was moaning and his
lovely head back. "I, I, love... you; I, I, love..." He could not end his
sentence; he pushed hard my head against his crotch as I heard a muffled
groan. He near fell on top of me.  Hearing him my dick started to grow,
however I wanted only to concentrate on giving him pleasure and releasing
his body tensions. I did not stop sucking; I cupped his ball suck and blew
on his dickhead. "Please... John. I, I, want to suck you." With my mouth
full, I could not speak, but in second I pulled off from his cock:

	"Don't worry; I have had already a couple of releases. You need it
more than I do."  Saying this I resumed my sucking, but this time I knew it
would take a little bit longer, however the orgasm would take him to the
ninth cloud and to the floor. I knew my lover very well. I explored his
thighs as I was sucking him; he opened his legs giving me a better access;
it felt so good, so smooth. Soon he started mumbling incoherently as he was
approaching to his new climax. We were near the bed so I thought to drop
him on it, however I continued. Suddenly I noticed his butt cheek muscles
shrink, forcing his dick into my moth. I sucked his lovely rod even harder;
he held his breathing, pushed against my face, as a grunt came deep from
his dry throat. He fell on top on my shoulders gasping for air. Smiling I
pulled him back on the bed where he fell as he was fainted. I sucked again
his cock but I noticed how quickly it was getting flaccid. I was tempted to
start jacking myself off because I was very hard and spilling precum.  But
I rejected the idea since we will have the whole night. I scooted to his
side, took his boots and trousers and I lay on his side. Tenderly I kissed
him; he opened his lovely eyes and kissed me back. Then he turned me down
so his face was on top of mine. He kissed me gently.

	"John, why are you so good? I wanted to suck you, too."

	"I am hard watching you, but I had a few releases just a few
minutes before you arrived." I grinned. "Little Joan and Francis seduced me
and I could not help but sucking the little boy and fucking his brother."
He smiled at me, and kissed me again.

	"You are perverting the little imps."

	"You are wrong, they are perverting me." I said wickedly.

	"I'll take care to punish you tonight for your behaviour." We
laughed. "Come on, let's get ready. Have you forgotten we are obliged to go
to the mass every Sunday?

	"You make me forget everything!" I jumped from the bed; we cleaned
our dicks, washed my face and combed my hair. He looked at me; we were on
underwear, sleeveless shirt and shorts.

	"Why are you so handsome, John?" He kissed me. I looked to the
large mirror, I could see two young lovely beautiful boys kissing and in
love; still their underwear tenting with their hard cocks; however,
obligations were obligations. Nevertheless, I felt the happiest boy of the
world.

Chapter 24.- The encounter --------------------------

We wore corduroy trousers, boots, and a thick pullover as external
garments. Those were the normal clothes for boys in the village; I liked
them because felt warm and were ideal for winter.  We pedalled to the
village, left the bikes in Frankie's home. I kissed his mom and she hugged
me tenderly. We left for the church; the mass has already started and was
on its second part.  We sat on the back part as any man or boy; still there
was the old custom of women being separated from men in spite of the priest
encouraging them to mix up; however only a few young couples could be seen
together. When the service ended, we stood outside; many boys not close
friends but old pals came to greet us; amongst them, Carlos approached to
greet us.  He was as taller as we were but stronger and near in his
thirteen; a clever boy who could reach a better position in life than being
working in his farm. He was asking us about our life in the school and
studies telling us how lucky we were, when I saw Lucy, Helen's friend; the
memories of our meetings last summer, especially in the cave, came to me.

	"Frankie, it is Helen's friend! Sorry Carlos, will you excuse us
for a moment?" I did not hear what he said because we went to meet the
lovely girl and a new friend of her, a girl that I did not know. She smiled
gladly when she saw us approaching. I noticed how she looked to Frankie;
however I was the first to arrive to where she was with her friend.

	"Hey Lucy glad to see you!. I see you are always surrounded by
beautiful friends." The other girl looked at me with pleasure.

	"Hey friends, let's me introduce: Frankie, John, this is Fanny." We
greeted each other.  She explained was living in the village since a couple
of months; her dad had come as a teacher for the new school. She used to
live in the city; however Mr. Hermann had offered his dad and mom a good
job in the new school. She then said:

	"I'm glad here. I have found good friends and honest people,
difficult to find in the city."

	"In that case, welcome here." We were forming a group in the
church's plaza; many boys and girls watched us as they were returning
home. Then I said: "Can we accompany you to the park? They looked at each
other and Fanny answered:

	"Why not?" We live not far from your house. My house is Lucy's next
door." Then I realised I had left alone Carlos. I went to him. He was very
sad and clearly showing he was upset, as if we had spoiled something.

	"Sorry Carlos, Lucy is an old friend. Do you want to join us? We
are taking them home; the other girl is new here and a beautiful one."
However as he doubted, I said: "Have we spoiled anything?" He immediately
blushed and probably felt that we were not the cause of his problems.

	"No. It is okay with me. Well... I'll accompany you on part of the
way. My dad is waiting for me." I knew he was not telling the truth, and
that was a stupid excuse, however I did not want to embarrass him. He
joined us; however I could observe how furtively he looked to Lucy.  We
continued chatting and few streets down Carlos said: "I must leave, I
expect to see you and chat, I would like you gave me some information
regarding the school life. Glad to see you again. I'll see you some time."
Without waiting our reply, he spun and took the first street. Then Fanny
looking at him said:

	"He is a good boy, but stupid and uneducated! That's not the way to
say goodbye to old friends and to someone to whom he is supposed to love."
We were shocked since we ignored Carlos loved any of them, however that was
immediately clarified as Lucy said:

	"He is not stupid or uneducated Fanny; perhaps he is upset because
I told him I won't ever accept his way of thinking. I will not be a slave
of anyone and to endure what his mom and mine are suffering. I am free and
I will be forever, whether he likes it or not." Frankie then intervened:

	"I think we have spoiled something. I am sorry but we did not
know..." Lucy smiled and answered:

	"You have not spoiled anything, on contrary, your presence has
strengthened my position and determination, and I am not ready to
change. Guessing what was on I said:

	"I would suggest you both talk. Carlos is an excellent boy and
friend and I am sure he had not any intention on offending us."

	"You can bet for that, John." We continued walking, in a moment
that Frankie was joking with Fanny I said.

	"Lucy I would like to say you something in private regarding
Helen."

	"You can talk freely, John. Fanny is my best friend and I have not
any secret to hide with her."

	"Well, perhaps it won't look important to you, but it is. I don't
know how or where to write Helen. I suppose you have connexion with her and
I would want you to tell her that I have something very important to say
her; it is extremely confidential and I am not allowed even to tell you."
She looked at me and grinned. She probably thought about a love message.

	"I regret to tell you that I have not received any news from her
since she left the village. I know she is in an orphanage in the city,
that's all; therefore I won't be able to give her you message; however, if
an opportunity arises you can be sure I'll tell her."

	"Thanks Lucy." We changed the subject until say goodbye. They went
to their home, and Frankie and I to his. I told Frankie all about Helen's
family sickness and what I had told Lucy. He thought for a minute then he
argued:

	"John, that is extremely dangerous, however, I suppose she has been
informed about it."

	"Are you sure?"

	"No, I am not; but in any case you have done what you should. If
there is a person who can contact Helen, that person is Lucy. She has not
left any family behind to whom we could ask." I did not argue, we entered
in his house and started to work in the project while Frank was getting
ready lunch. We had planned to spend the day in the village and at the
sunset, return to the farm. Suddenly we heard some knocks on the main door
and Frank went to open it; it was Carlos.

	"Hey Carlos, long time without seeing you! I suppose you want to
greet the boys. Come in, they are in my office working." He, embarrassed,
said:

	"Well sir, if they are busy I'll come back some other day."

	"No. You are not a stranger. Frankie! John!, you have a visit
here." We met him, he blushed because he thought was interrupting us.

	"Well, I, I just have come to apology you for my behaviour this
morning." I thought he would feel more comfortable outside, so I motioned
him to go out. "Thanks John, I'll feel better here." He continued: "We have
been good friends during the past years and I was stupid, but it has
nothing to do with you. Sorry again." Frankie put his arm round Carlos
strong shoulders.

	"We were embarrassed, too; however we ignored you both..." Carlos
blushed.

	"Well, I, I, I like her, you know. She is a pretty girl, one of the
prettiest..."

	"Carlos, I would suggest you openly talk to her. I know her; she
has an open spirit and ready to accept any opinion, however she feels free
and, as many of us, not ready to accept the past as good. Last summer,
during our walks, she recognized what her mom had endured and suffered..."
Carlos said.

	"Deep inside me I agree with her but... Anyway, I'll follow your
advice, better to talk and not to be a silly ass." We laughed together. He
promised to see us and to play some soccer with the rest of friends. When
we were alone, Frankie said:

	"John, what about if he sometime find out about the cave and..."

	"Don't be silly. Who would tell him, you?

	"Of course not."

	"In that case, forget it. Remember she has a free spirit." We
laughed and entered into the house to continue our job.

Four months later, during Easter holidays, Fanny invited Lucy to spend four
days at her Granny's home in the city. Her parents gave permission and the
two girls gladly travelled with his dad to see her Granny. Once there, the
old woman received happily her granddaughter and her friend. The following
day, Sunday, as they had planned, asked the old woman where the orphanage
was. The bus stop was only two blocks in the same street. They took it and
after near half hour they were in the outskirts of the city. They saw an
assembly of red brick buildings with many trees and sport fields; they
thought it was the place they were looking for, however it did not match
with the instructions that her Granny had given them, besides they could
observe many boys playing soccer. Lucy asked:

	"What is this? A woman that was carrying a little baby on her lap
answered.

	"That is a school of boys, but only for the rich, daughter. It is
JJ's. She immediately realised that it was our school. It was only three
bus stops separated from Helen's; however, I learnt that some years
later. They came out from the bus just in the main gate of the orphanage.
It was a depressed place, thousands years separated far from our
school. They entered in the visitors' large room and asked a nun for her
friend. She did not ask anything. Called other nun and ten minutes later
the two friends were facing each other fascinated and astonishing; tears
came down their young cheeks and impulsively they hugged in a tender hug
sobbing. Helen said:

	"I can't believe you are here, Lucy. I have missed you so much."
They broke their hug; she took Lucy's hand to a corner near a window where
they sat on a wooden bench. She then realised the presence of the other
girl. Sorry Lucy, with the emotion I have forgotten about your friend."

	"It is my fault." She introduced Fanny and they kissed on the
cheeks. "She is my best friend in the village. We would have made an
excellent triple if you still were there." Helen looked at astonished.

	"But do you still live in our village?"

	"Of course I do, the same house, the same street, the same..."
Helen interrupted her.

	"I wrote you four letters; three were sent back with "unknown
addressee" written on them." Now the surprised one was Lucy.

	"I answered your first letter and two more, but I never received
any answer." Helen in a low voice said.

	"I suppose these bastards have censored them. It is not the first
time. Other girls warned me when they saw me writing the letters. I was so
innocent... I hate this entire hypocrite... Never mind, you are here and
that what matters." She could not stop herself asking for everybody, she
wanted to know what had happened during the half of a year since she had
left. Then the unavoidable question aroused. "How are them; I suppose you
have seen..." Lucy blushed and her friend understood why, however that was
her most loved secret.

	"Yes, I saw them during last Christmas. As we have grown they have
too; now they are two very handsome lads." She then turned to Fanny: "We
are referring to John and Frankie."  She continued: "John continues being
great and lovely to talk to, and still has that beautiful tuft that you
loved so much." Helen blushed and sighed embarrassed with the other girl's
presence.

	"He is not a pretty boy, but a handsome lad. Yes, I must admit it:
I loved him. He was brave in that last moment..." Fanny looked to the two
old friends, however Lucy gazed her telling in silence: "I'll tell you
later". Besides, he is intelligent and not a conceited and stupid boy." As
she paused, Lucy said:

	"He gave me a message for you that I did not understand, he said:
""if you ever see Helen, please, tell her that I need to say her something
very, very important. I don't know where to call or write her. I have not
problem with mail, therefore you can give her my school's address or let me
know hers. Sorry I cannot tell you because I am not allowed to do it.""
Helen thought for a moment, then, she grinned, put her hands on her
friend's:

	"I do not know either. I have mentally taken down his address. In
any case, you have given the massage. When I am in the next school, I will
try to contact him, if I am allowed to do so. Yes. I have not told you, but
I have been informed that in my uncles' will, they left me a little bit of
money after selling and paying their debts caused by the illness. He
expressly said this money must be spent on my education; therefore, the
authorities will put me in an orphan school of girls until I am 18 y/o or
before, if someone adopt me. I don't know where it is." Tears came again to
both. They changed the subject and talked about Carlos and other persons of
the village. When the visit ended, they hugged and again with tears said
goodbye. They well knew would never see each other again. They were in the
bus returning home, in silence. Fanny did not want to interrupt her
friend's thoughts, then, Lucy said, without being asked:

	"She was in love with that boy; in the last moment, after our
farewell, he run and kissed her on the lips in the middle of the street. It
was a peck and fortunately no one was in sight; but he did not mind doing
it and she accepted it. I think only few 12 y/o boys would dare to do it."

	"Well that might have an explanation." Fanny said. "He also loved
her, however he won't tell you."

We spent the afternoon setting up all ideas necessary to start the
following day. I had told Joan and Francis that we would start organizing
something like a school to help them to do their Christmas home works;
really what we wanted was to be free during the second week without the
burden of the work, to do whatever we liked; and we had some plans. Before
the sunset, we left for the farm, kissing Frank and Margaret and saying
until tomorrow. It was a chilly evening but a beautiful sunset that we
contemplated as we approached the farm. As soon as we arrived, Joan,
Francis, Louis and Manuel came; as usual noisily, they hugged us. I had to
recognize that the twins, as the rest, have grown a lot. They looked
healthy and strong boys; their skin was brown and many freckles spotted
under their eyes. Then I said:

	"If we want to play we need to work before. I would suggest we do
all our home work during the next week, and then we can forget about it."
Manuel and Louis were not convinced.  Louis said:

	"If we spend the morning working, after lunch there is not time to
play soccer or ride the bikes."

	"We have time enough, argued Francis. Let's vote for the different
options." Soon he was learning democratic manoeuvres. I thought. We agreed
to spend the morning working; therefore, we would start the following
morning without any excuse at 9:00. The twins protested, it was too early
but accepted. Before we went to bed we prepared all what we needed and
disposed tables as desks, so that everybody had space to work
comfortably. Girls refused to join us. After dinner, we said goodnights and
went upstairs into my room. I closed the door behind us, but did not lock
it. It had been over months that we had not slept together without caring
about who would disturb us. We needed it!

Slowly we approached each other; I could see the tent forming on his
corduroy trousers. We went into a hard hug and kiss. Our mouths eagerly
stick and our tongues met swirling inside for a few minutes. We started
stripping each other, I was quicker than him and when still I was on my
short underwear he was naked and his glorious dick jerking up in a little
angle to his flawless tummy. He then separated from me, looked at me:

	"You look so beautiful and sexy John that I would like to eat you."
Without any extra word, he placed his left hand under my balls and took my
dick into his mouth, including the fabric. I quivered in delight; however I
wanted him before he could have me. I dragged him to the bed; I took off my
shorts and tossed them on the other bed.

	"I want to explore you on every centimetre as I love you, Frankie."
He grinned because that was what he expected. I started right from his
head, licking and kissing his eyes, his nose; flicking and sucking his
earlobes. He started to moan on ecstasies every time my tongue touched
him. He at the same time was rubbing my spine and kissing me where he
could. I reached his shoulders I kissed them, took his palms, placed a kiss
on each and put them on my cheeks. He dragged my face to him and we started
a long kiss until our chins were covered with saliva. I broke the kiss and
resumed my exploration. I started on his lovely nipples that I sucked.  I
felt his erected dick rubbing against mine; I raised my butt in order not
make him to cum since we were near.

	"John, let's get a quick release, I am very near." I lifted my head
and kissed his tummy.

	"We have all night, my Frankie. When you reach your climax go for
it." I continued enjoying his lovely body. I reached his crotch and licked
his future pubes, still nothing; only silky light fuzz that I lapped. He
could not stand; I noticed him gasping every moment I touched him. I also
was losing my control, only a light rub of my dick against his thighs made
me to stretch my legs, as I could not wait, starting to fuck them. I
engulfed his dick into my mouth and with a few sucks he groaned loudly,
arching his hips. I pressed my dick against his legs and a few thrusts made
me to reach my dry climax. His jerking dick slid out of my mouth as I laid
my head on his abdomen trying to recover my breath. I felt his hands on my
hair rubbing my scalp in a lovely massage.

	"I told you we needed a release." We smiled; I reached up and
kissed his beautiful lips.

	"I had forgotten the long time elapsed since we did this so
quiet. I love you." We kissed and, now more comfortable, I resumed my task
on giving pleasure to my lover. I went down to his ankles, licked and
sucked all his toes, then his thighs again. "Please, turn over Frankie; I
want to explore your back." I kissed his heels and licked his long and
rounded calves. We were well over 12 y/o, however our voice still had not
changed, but our bodies slowly were taking new shape. I straddled him,
kissed his neck; he turned his face and we kissed once more. I rubbed his
wide back noticing his ribs under my soft fingers. He was now moaning
engulfed on his lust, his eyes closed. I was terrible excited when I
scooted down and sat on his thighs. I watched those beautiful globes of his
butt cheeks. I felt I was losing my control as I massaged them. I put my
tongue in his ass canal and he groaned in pleasure. I felt a strong need of
fucking those beautiful rounded globes. We well knew that we did not like
to be fucked, so we did it very seldom and only on special
circumstances. He guessed my thoughts and my internal fight. He moved his
hands and handed me the little bottle of oil we kept in the nightstand.

	"John, please, fuck them, fuck them. I love you". He repeated
encouraging me. My dick was pouring precum, however instinctively and as a
robot, I poured some oil in my palm and rubbed my dick. He raised his
beautiful butt and with a single and slow thrust, my large dick entered him
to the hilt. As a wild hot wolf I started fucking him, my left hand on his
hip and my right wrapped his long cock and started jacking him off at the
same time. I had lost control of myself. I fucked him mercilessly; my dick
rubbed his nice spot every time I shoved my dick inside him; in a couple of
minutes, we both were involved by mad lust. With a final thrust I exploded
inside of my most loved person, I grunted as a wounded animal. His body
tensed and he fell on the bed gasping for air as he had reached his
orgasm. I fell on top of him, sliding to his right side. In that moment of
relax a wave of shame and regret overwhelmed my soul; I started sobbing as
a little child, my tears dropped on his back. He felt the warn water
running his back and knew what was happening to me. He turned around, took
my cheeks between his palms and kissed me tenderly. "I love you John, I
love you too much. You have done nothing wrong, I asked you to do
it. Please, please, don't cry or I will start doing it myself." I reacted
and kissed him. How could he be so good? I had offended him and still he
was encouraging me and loving me.

	"Frankie, Frankie! I love you. How could I have done it?"

	"Because you love me, and I love you. We agreed to do it only in
special moments, and this is one of those." More comforted I buried my face
in his chest. He added: "Believe me; it has been very good; not as good as
with the girls, but good enough."

	"In that case you must do it to me." He tenderly gazed at me,
kissed me and said:

	"I am sure we will enjoy it." He grinned. "You have the most
beautiful butt cheeks I ever seen. I love them. However, I want to explore
you before that.

	"What are you waiting for? He started teasing me tickling in my
armpits; soon I forgot my previous regrets and sorrows and our mouths
started a long kiss. "How great he is, my God!" I thought kissing him
eagerly. He explored me as I have done to him. When he arrived to my crotch
he wrapped with his hand my hard pole, then slowly he kissed it and took
into his mouth. Instinctively I raised my hips as he was blowing me. It
felt so, so good!..... He finished on my toes.

	"Turn over my lovely boy." I did quickly placing my left hand
cupping my dick and slowly masturbating it. "Don't do that, I want you all
for me." I grinned and retrieved my hand so he could see it. He started on
my neck, caressing my hair and biting my ears. "You still have that lovely
mole behind your ear." I felt a kiss in there. I quivered in love for my
Frankie.

	"Yes, it is the family mark on all male members."

	"I love it. It is a pity you have not it on your dick." I
grinned. He descended thru mi spine flicking his tongue as a snake; I felt
my skin bumps. Again, I started moving up and down rubbing my dick against
the bed trying to reach an orgasm that he denied. He pushed down my butt
cheeks massaging them; I heard him gasping and his hard dick on my
thighs. His tongue went thru my crack reaching my pucker; instinctively I
spread my legs. I noticed the increase of his breaths, obviously, he was
very excited. Soon he placed his hand under me; I raised my butt and in
seconds, I felt his hard and hot pole entering me. In a single thrust, he
was totally inside my cave. For a couple of seconds it hurt me and I moaned
in pain. I wondered whether he appreciated it was pain or not; however he
remained quiet on top of me.

	"I love you, John. I immensely love every part of you. You make me
mad." He started thrusting and masturbating me at the same time. I felt
happy because he was happy in spite not liking what he was doing to me. It
was the last time we fucked each other; we loved too much to spoil that
love with lust; we did it many times between the legs or in different ways,
however, our butts remained untouched up today. We did not spoke a single
word about that compromise, but both knew and complied it.

I was near my orgasm. Then in a faltering voice he said: "Please turn
over." I obeyed without his dick leaving my hole; he then dragged me and
went under me. He extended his dear arms and we sealed our mouths in a long
kiss. I was then enjoying him and him enjoying me. I started moving up and
down so I was fucking and masturbating myself at the same time. He caressed
my hair, my back; his mouth on my right shoulder I felt his breathe. Soon I
felt him pushing up his dick as far as he could into me as he was hit by
his lovely orgasm. I pushed down helping him, and a couple of seconds later
my body was rigid as a log; held my breathing and my head fell lovingly on
his left shoulder, abandoned, empty of strength. I cannot remember how long
we remained quiet in that position. I knew we were spent, so I slowly
dragged up the covers and we drifted into a heavy sleep.

Nine hours later, round 7:00, I woke up and I found myself melted with
Frankie on our right side; his left hand hugging me and sleeping serenely,
however his dick was hard pushing between my legs. I felt the need of
peeing; carefully I moved off; when I finished peeing, I laid behind him;
some minutes later, I entered in a lovely slumber and dream. Helen and I
were in the cave naked, she smiled at me: "Please John, let's fuck. I want
a baby from you as my uncle did." I answered. "But I'm still dry, I have no
seed!" I looked at her lovingly, she said: "Never mind, perhaps a miracle
can occur and we can have our baby." We fucked and I felt her hands pushing
my butt against her pussy as I was telling her. "I love you Helen, I love
you." As I reached my climax everything dashed away; I found my beautiful
Frankie smiling, still his hand wrapping his dick after masturbating
himself and blowing me. I opened the eyes and he kissed them.

	"To whom did you make love, John?" I told him every moment of the
dream.

	"It was so real, so beautiful!" He smiled again and kissed me.

	"Come on, let's get up, it is near 8:00 and we have a lot to do. It
had been a beautiful night John."

	"Yes, as I expected it." We kissed and went to the bathroom. I had
a quick shower; we soaped, cleaned and dried each other. On underwear and
sleepers, we went down to the kitchen. We could hear my dad and mom
snoring. We prepared and had a huge breakfast, we cleaned dishes and when
we were leaving the kitchen, Frankie dragged me from my hand, looked at me:

	"You look so sexy and beautiful, John." In addition, saying this he
kneeled and took my soft dick into his mouth, only separated by the fabric
of my shorts. Soon I was hard. Let's go to the couch. In seconds, we
stripped and were engaged in a 69 sucking. Our young bodies responded
immediately and after a few minutes we were moaning in pleasure as we
reached the first climax of that day. We returned to our original position;
looked into each other eyes, kissed and he said: "I love you, John.

	"I love you too, Frankie." We run upstairs naked to get
dressed. When we entered, he kissed me again.

	"Your shoulder's scar is more alive than ever, John. He touched and
kissed it and I rubbed it with my fingers. A lovely sensation went thru my
spine. I kissed him back. We dressed and started working on the living
room; soon the twins, Joan and Francis joined us and started our Christmas'
school. The second day after finishing, round midday Manuel said:

	"John, if we give you a nice surprise on Christmas, would you make
a favour to Louis and me?" I looked a little bit puzzled and Frankie then
said:

	"You don't need to give us a nice surprise. We can do a favour, no
matter what it is whenever we are able to do it." The twins chuckled in
complicity.

	"It is nice, funny and you have a week to do it." I thought where I
had heard those words before. I smiled.

	"Granted, however, subjected you continue working with us as you
have done up today."

	"Okay." Francis and little Joan looked at us; it was clear they did
not know anything about it; therefore, we could not speculate about or
guess what all was about.

Chapter 25.- A Christmas surprise ---------------------------------

Four days later, the Christianity celebrated the birth of Jesus. The last
day of classes Joan came excited with a letter on his hands:

	"Uncle John, Frankie, I received a letter from Charlie, he send you
a great hug for both of you! It was a surprise because I did not know he
kept writing with his summer friend; I felt ashamed because I had not asked
him, however Nuria kept us informed.

	"How is he, Joan?"

	"He is very happy, not only himself but especially Margarita,
Fran‡oise and their cousin Jeanette." We looked at each other but he
continued: "He has found his mom and now lives with them in a lovely house
that his dad has bought in Paris." I was to argue him because we knew
Charlie's mother had died in a road accident near four years back, but
Nuria stared us as telling she could explain; however the little boy
continued: "Well, she is not exactly his mom, but near it; she is his mom's
twin sister; nobody knew she existed, but Charlie discovered her. He said
she is so equally that right now he cannot remember any difference; she
tells him the same words, kisses... It is as if they had been separated a
few years, and besides her name is Margarita.

	"But that is impossible; Margarita was their mom." Frankie
argued. The boy grinned triumphantly as he said:

	"You are wrong. They have known now her real name was Jeanette."
Then Nuria added:

	"She lost her memory due to a rail crash that separated them. She
went into an orphanage where Fran‡oise and Margarita's father took her
for marrying. Her sister lived with their neighbours until she married
their son and had a daughter, also named Jeanette. Her husband died three
years ago, so she has been a widow and just last week married John,
Charlie's father. The funny thing is that they had been living during more
than twenty years only separated by one hundred kilometres, ignoring each
other's existence.

As usual in our country, all family, including Frankie parents, joined in a
common feast where the adults allowed children to drink a little light
alcohol beverage; it lasted until 2:00 am of the following day. Little
Frank was the fresher one and he continued arguing "bed no, mom, bed no."
However, the great surprise for Frankie and me came after dinner, when we
were ready to start singing Christmas songs. The twins, Nuria and Francis
disappeared; they came back a couple of minutes later; Louis and Manuel
carrying guitars; and Nuria and Francis lutes. We knew the difficulty of
playing the guitar, but sometimes Mother Nature gifts people in a different
way, sharing the greatnesses amongst her sons. Maths, geography or
language, were terrible handicaps for the twins; however Mother Nature had
bestowed the facility upon them for the music, especially the guitar. As we
knew later, during the past four months they had learnt what most would
have taken years. In view of their keenness and facility, Mr. Hermann had
contracted a teacher that was astonished with his pupils; he strongly
recommended that the children should assist to classes in the Conservatory
in the city next year. They looked proudly to us showing the guitars.

That night they were wearing baggy corduroy short trousers like the
majority of boys of our age.  My dad offered them a chair each, and as
professionals, they sat and raised his left leg to support the guitars. I
could see their white thighs to near their buttocks. The little band
started playing. Nuria and Francis did quite well, however their instrument
did not represent the difficulty of guitars. Applauses and hugs came from
everywhere after each performance. We were open-mouthed; I felt the same as
when I heard Pedro playing the piano, but in this case, the difficulty was
greater. When they finished, dad put on the record player with music to
dance.  When we were a little bit separated, the twins approached
us. Manuel asked:

	"Did you like it, John?" I hugged him and Frankie did to Louis.

	"It has been more than a surprise Manuel, it has been great!
Marvellous! There are many persons who can learn maths or geography,
however, only a few are gifted with such a talent as you both
have. Congratulations!" I hugged them that were radiant with our
appreciation.

	"Don't forget your own us a favour." Frankie then said:

	"We are ready to grant you what you ask us. You deserve anything."
They proudly hugged us. Francis was distracted explaining little Joan how
he must learn to play the lute. I dragged him to a corner and kissed him
right on the lips. He responded with his body stick to mine.

	"I love you Francis. How did your learn to play the lute so
quickly."

	"Manuel and Louis taught my sister and me. They are good
teachers. It is not difficult to play, the problem is to learn the music;
however, most of what we have played tonight is in our memory. The teacher
said that we are good, nevertheless, they are super; by the way, what is
the favour they asked you?"

	"We still don't know; however you deserve what you like."

	"Anything?"

	"Yes, my beautiful littler boy; anything that I can provide." He
thought for a moment, and then said:

	"Can I sleep with you next time Frankie is not here?" I grinned
because I knew what he wanted.

	"Yes, if mom agrees to it."

	"What about next Saturday?" I had my arms round his shoulders, I
looked into his lovely eyes, squeezed them.

	"Okay. Next Saturday." We spent nights and days together; we worked
hard and our project progressed at our entire satisfaction. The boys were
glad when Saturday evening we had got rid of our home works. The twins
played guitar every night for a minimum of an hour, however, that was not a
work, but a pleasure for them. The following day was Sunday and New Year
eve, so Frankie returned home since the next day all the family, including
Margaret and Frank, would welcome the New Year 1962; the year we would
enter into puberty and converted in teenagers! Before he left, we went
upstairs to my room, and kissed tenderly.

	"John, it is hard to leave you. I love you." I kissed him again.

	"I love you too, Frankie. It is only a few hours, besides we must
comply with what we promised. We kissed again and he left. Francis asked
whether he could sleep with me, my sister consented, but advising him that
he would accept when Joan also asked for it. After dinner, he brought his
lute and we went to my room. We stripped to underwear and sat on the bed;
he tried to teach me how to play it. Soon we were tired; we got rid of our
underwear and went under the covers. I loved feeling his beautiful eyes in
front of me; he still had that lovely silky sandy hair, however his eyes
now were green with large lashes that made me to quiver when he was near
me. I could not resist the temptation and kissed him tenderly on his soft
and thick lips. I tried not to convert those moments in sexy ones, however,
as soon as he felt my lips on his, his tongue parted my teeth and we
started kissing passionately.

	"Please, Uncle John fucks me. I want you inside me, you are so
tender and it feels so good..." I kissed him gently on the tip of his nose.

"Francis, I love you too much; you should not ask me that."

	"I ask you for it because I know you love me. I would never ask if
I knew you did not love me." How could I resist to that argument? I kissed
him back.

	"Okay, but I want you to enjoy something before." He grinned. I
started by his ears a full special blowjob. When I finally returned to his
jerking dick he was moaning and close to his first dry orgasm of that
night. I sucked it eagerly; he then mumbling said:

	"I, I, want to suck you." I was very near of my climax. I embraced
him and turned around so he was now on top of me. Soon I felt his lovely
lips round my thick dickhead. "It is much bigger than when you went to
school." I grinned taking his full package into my mouth. Soon I noticed he
could not respire, I arched my hips and near gagged him as I was hit with
that lovely orgasm. I sucked him even harder, he moaned and pushed down his
crotch smashing my nose; he then fell with his head between my legs gasping
for air. I turned around and took him between my arms, his beautiful head
on my right shoulder. I kissed and kissed him while he recovered. He raised
his head and kissed my lips slowly and tenderly. I could not help but I
hugged him very tight to my chest. He murmured: "I love you Uncle John; I
will never stop loving you." I kissed his hair and his face.

	"I love you, too. You know you are my favourite, don't you?" He
grinned satisfied, gave me a peck on the lips.

	"I know, because of that I always ask you because I know you will
never say no to me." I laughed, teased him with ticklish round his lovely
armpits. He started laughing with that musical voice of him that got me to
heaven. I truly loved my nephew, I was in his hands and he well knew it;
fortunately he never used that powerful weapon against me.

	"I love you my beautiful imp and I will always love you, too. I'll
do whatever you ask me.  You are right; I won't ever be able to deny you."
He grinned wickedly, took my near erected dick in his hand.

	"In that case, you are my slave and want you to fuck me." I
smirked.

	"How would you like it?"

	"I'll leave you the lead." I kissed him; extending my hand, I took
the oil from the nightstand. I introduced my forefinger into the wide
bottleneck that appeared covered with the thick liquid. I positioned him as
in a 69 and finger-fucked him. He moaned when I touched the sweet spot
within his ass. "I'll coat your dick." My cock was hard, he poured some oil
and with his right hand, he masturbated me slowly. I returned the bottle to
my drawer and started kissing and sucking his nipples. He was a hot boy;
soon he started gasping as I licked and flicked his tummy. When I thought
he was ready, I said:

	"Now sit on my dick with your back to me." He eagerly did it
immediately guiding my cock with his left hand, his right on my thigh for
balance. In a single push, he impaled himself.  He remained quiet for a
minute adjusting to the new size; he placed his left hand on my thigh; I
place my hands round his chest and helped him to fuck. He started up and
down and soon he was moaning, especially whenever my dickhead touched the
sweet spot. I noticed he was near his orgasm because I was too. With
difficult I said: "Stop for a moment and turn around so I can see you." He
reluctantly did, but argued:

	"I, I, I am near to cum and..."

	"It will be greater, trust me." He obeyed and I watched that
gorgeous sweaty face in front of me. I dragged him hard to my chest and I
kissed him tenderly on the lips. My dick near got out from his butt, only
the head was inside. We kissed now passionately, his long hair on my
cheeks. He instinctively started moving up and down, rubbing his hard dick
against my belly. He increased the pace as he was approaching his climax. I
rubbed his back, his chest and mostly his butt cheeks. Stimulated in both
sides he was gasping and moaning in pleasure; I helped him and suddenly I
could not resist anymore my orgasm. I felt his little body get rigid, he
and I stopped breathing and I hugged him very, very tight to me as both
exploded in our dry orgasms.  He fell as abandoned, exhausted on top of me;
both breathing heavily. He murmured in a whisper:

	"I love you, John. I will never stop loving you." I kissed his
hair; extended my hand and dragged the covers. He was already asleep. I
slid him softly to his left side; I hugged him tenderly as my dick came out
from his butt. A few minutes later, I was as asleep as he was. I woke up
eight hours later, at dawn; approximately the time we used to get up in the
school; my little angel was hard sleep in the same position with a lovely
smile on his lips; however he was not fully on his side, but near on his
back. His beautiful long hair parted covering his ears. I slid my hand
along his smooth chest and belly until I touched his dick that was
erect. Carefully I uncovered him; it was warm in my room, so I did not fear
he might wake up with the cold temperature. In the dim light, I could see
his hard lovely sausage and his little nuts hanging delicately to his
butt. I could see the tip of his dickhead showing thru the foreskin. That
view got me hard and I could not help but I place my tongue carefully on it
and I teased the head with the tip of my tongue. He moaned in his dream as
a wonderful smiled appeared on his face. With my lips, I forced slowly the
foreskin down, and tenderly I started sucking his tender and smooth
dickhead. I deepened my sucking engulfing totally his dick. Instinctively
my right hand went to my dick and I started jerking off as I sucked him. I
heard moans and I felt his hands on top of my head pushing down my face to
engulf totally him. He opened his lovely eyes and murmured: "Please, don't
stop. It's so, so good... Please lye near me." I took now his lose ball
sack on my mouth and sucked it; his left hand pulled mine away from my dick
and he looked after it. I ignored any care and with passion, I sucked him
eagerly. A few minutes later, I could not avoid my body getting rigid as he
arched up his hips trying to get deeper and deeper in my mouth. We exploded
near at the same time in a lovely dry orgasm with a muffled groan. I
continued sucking him until I felt his lovely cock started getting
flaccid. He motioned me to his side; he put his arms round my neck and
kissed me tenderly once more. "I love you, John. I love you very, very
much.

	"I love you, sweet heart." He smiled and closed his large eyes. A
couple of minutes later he was asleep again. I thought that I had to get up
only an hour later, since I could not eliminate the custom of getting up
early, so I did not want to wake him up. I got into the other bed and a few
minutes later I was also asleep. Near two hours later I got up; had a quick
shower, and dressed in pyjama went to the kitchen to have breakfast. I put
extra wood on the fire and started reading a new book about Finance as
recommended the librarian of the school. Dad and mom came down and found me
there, as every morning.

	"Son, can't you get used to sleep later?"

	"I can't, mom." They went to make their chores and helped in what
they wanted me.  Francis got up near 10:00. He came down with his scrambled
hair and sat on my lap; he looked around, and not seeing any one in sight,
he placed a loving and gentle kiss on my lips.

	"Thanks John for the wonderful night and the better morning. I love
you." He kissed me again and I hugged him. He then went to the kitchen to
make himself breakfast, after finishing, he run to his house.

Frankie, the twins and the girls arrived after lunch to prepare the living
and dining rooms as a whole room for the night. It was a memorable night,
as the previous year. We prepared the grapes and we ate them with the sound
of the bell announcing the end of the year. Kisses, hugs and best wishes
were expressed without caring who was present. A few minutes after
midnight, the phone rang; it was James and Martin.

	"Best wishes and a great hug for all of you, especially for you and
Frankie."  The modulated and beautiful Martin's voice said. He continued:
"We are at home and James is in the other receiver." James repeated the
congratulations, then slowing his voiced he added: "John, we are enjoying a
lovely honeymoon." I blushed, thinking on them.

	"Congratulation! Frankie's here." We talked for a few minutes and
said goodbye. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again. This time was
the call that everybody was waiting for. Jim, Margarita, Fran‡oise and
Charlie were there. You can imagine how tears came down on both sides of
the line. Finally, Joan took the receiver to hear Charlie:

	"Joan, Joan, I love you; I have missed you. I would like to be
there to..." He slowed his voice. "To kiss you on the lips, my pretty
friend. I love you."

	"I love you, too. Charlie. Please don't say it because I'll start
sobbing. Please kiss your new mom for me."

	"I'll do it right now but I, I am sobbing, Joan. Sorry, all the
best." He scarcely could mutter." Joan left the receiver and run to my
room. I thought to go behind him, but I knew how he felt; he was a little
boy, but he knew what love was with his best friend. Days elapsed and we
spent them together with the twins and mostly Francis riding the bikes and
playing soccer.  Normally during the morning, we read and heard music while
the twins worked on their guitars.  We went to the mass but we did not see
the girls. On 4th January, dad, mom, my sister, her children, Francis and
Joan went to the city, mostly to buy presents for the coming Mage Kings'
day. As Frankie and I were reading, the twins came in.

	"We think you owe us a favour." Manuel said. I had forgotten my
promise; Frankie smiled.

	"We are ready to comply our promise; isn't true John?"

	"Yes, we are." Louis looked at us wickedly.

	"In that case, let's go." We left the books and followed them to
the barn; however, they did not use the main gate, but surrounded the old
building and entered thru a little back door, closing it behind. "My elder
sister is always trying to find out what's going on between Manuel and
me. She is sort of gossiper." I grinned. He lifted the entrance to the cave
and immediately guesses my promise. He lighted the miner lamp and a lovely
white bluish light filled the room.  He closed the tramp and I could see
the cave had improved. It was clean and tidy and a bed was ready with three
old blankets, probably prepared that morning. We did not need words;
Frankie took Louis from behind and started kissing and mutually
undressing. Manuel extended his strong arms round my neck and kissed me on
the lips passionately. He then said:

	"John, we want a little fun and you fuck us before you go to the
school again." I said nothing, he started stripping but I stopped him.

	"Please Manuel, I like doing it myself. Please sit down and raise
your knees." He did and I saw the contrast of his white thighs against the
tan of his nude knees; that vision got me hard. I slid my hands under his
buggy short trousers rubbing slowly his lovely flesh. He moaned, stretched
his legs and placed his hands back for support. I reached his crotch and
took in my hands his package, only separated by the fabric. I retrieved my
left hand and unbuttoned his shorts; he raised his ass and I dragged his
trousers and underwear to his knees. The glorious view of his erected dick
came into sight; I could not help but I wrapped it with my hand squeezing
it. He moaned in pleasure. "Let's undress." We stripped each other and
started doing him a special treatment, beginning from his ears lobes. When
I arrived to his dick I could observe how it has grown, it was bigger than
mine, and I could see a few tiny pubes on its base.  I thought he might be
very close to his first ejaculation. I could not resist and I took it into
my mouth. He was rubbing my hair and my back.

	"Please John, I am very close and I would like to suck you, too." I
left my blowjob and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. The twins were
not pretty boys as Frankie or Francis, but his freckles and his brown large
eyes were something that probably would make mad many girls. Now near their
puberty, they were desirable and lovely. I was close, too, and probably a
few minutes more kissing and grinding our crotches would have produced the
same results; however I wanted to please him; so, we got in a 69 position
and we sucked each other as Louis and Frankie were doing. Soon he arched
his hips as I pushed down as we were hit by that lovely orgasm. I recovered
my original position near him and we kissed tenderly. "Now I want you to
fuck me. Your dick has grown a lot and I want to feel it inside me, besides
it is lovely seeing how Louis is also fucked." We grinned.

	"Okay. I like to see you and you see me, however, we will do it a
little bit differently." He took some oil and spread it on my dick. "I
suppose I don't need to lubricate your butt."

	"No, I don't. It is enough with you. I am used to Louis and he has
a thicker tool." We smiled, but it was true. Probably the length was very
much the same, but not the diameter. I lay on my back on the blanket and I
motioned him to impale himself but with his back to me. He sat on my dick
and in a single push I went all the way into him. He started moaning as my
dick reached his sweet point. "It is lovely John, but I want to see and
kiss you."

	"Turn around." I muttered; he did and now he was straddling me, his
knees bent and sat on my dick. His cock was hard and pointing to my
face. He bent over and we kissed for a few minutes, his dick rubbing
against my tummy. We were close to our orgasm, so I stopped for a while
until we recovered our breath and cooled down. "Now Manuel, we will
exchange position."  He raised himself and I heard the classical "flop" as
my hard dick came out from his ass. He was lying on his back; I raised his
knees to his chest, extended his legs and I took his dickhead in my mouth
sucking it eagerly. I felt his hands on my head and his moans as his lust
increased, tossing his head to each side on the bed. I knew he was close to
come as I was, but I wanted to prolong that as much as possible; I wanted
he kept a good memory of that day. As he was, I left his dick that was
jerking in anticipation and I inserted my dick in his butt; he was now very
close.

	"John, please; do not tease me any more; fuck me hard until the
end. I can't bear it." I obeyed. I placed my left hand on his chest for
support, I kissed him for a minute and then I started fucking him. I took
his dick in my right hand and I started thrusting him. As our lust rose, I
increase the pace of my thrusts and my jerks to his dick. Suddenly I
noticed how my dick was pressed inside his butt; he held his breathing
raising his hips as I felt that tremendous orgasm. I totally pushed into
him and I was amused and surprised as I heard a groan followed by a shot of
clear white liquid from this dick that landed on his belly button; a couple
more followed, one landed on his crotch and the third run along my fist
still gripped round his jerking dick. He had his eyes closed in ecstasies,
though he ignored what had happened. When I recovered my breath, I bent and
kissed him tenderly on the lips:

	"Congratulations Manuel! You are a man! Louis had had his orgasm,
too, and Frankie was kissing him and telling the same words." Manuel with
tears in his eyes extended his lovely arms and we kissed; then I showed him
my fist and he licked it until it was clean. He rubbed his belly and crotch
and took the reminder of his first semen to his mouth. But the best part
was when Louis raised himself from Frankie and came to his cousin; they
hugged tenderly and kissed for a long time.

	"I love you Louis, I love you with all my heart." Louis looked into
his cousin eyes, kissed them and tenderly answered him.

	"I love you, too, Manuel. No one could love you more than I do."
The emotion overtook us and the four started kissing in a heap, our bodies
now comforted with our lust satisfied. Then Manuel said:

	"I want to see it by myself. Can we do it again, John?"

	"Yes, but we should wait a few minutes until your balls refill; you
may have the same feeling, but perhaps you would spurt nothing. On the
other hand, from now on, you must take care when you fuck a girl, she could
get pregnant and have a baby from you." He looked into his lover face.

	"I don't think so. By now we are not fond of girls; I have a lovely
boy to whom to fuck."  They locked in a long kiss. I could not resist their
happiness and Frankie and I locked our mouth a long kiss. After near half
an hour of petting and enjoying our mutual love, Louis said:

	"I am hard again. Can we start?" Frankie looked at me.

	"Yes, we can. From now on, you should not abuse, three times a day
is correct. That was what a MD teacher secretly told us." Then Manuel said.

	"We can change this time; however I would want to be in front of
Louis."

	"No problem. We can fuck you from behind. That's nice too."
Therefore, we did. The twins lay on his side in front of each other, and
started kissing and mutually slowly jacking off one another. I raised Louis
right leg and I pushed my slipping dick into him. I placed my right hand on
his hip and the left caressing him. I kissed his neck and started fucking
him. Soon moans started and after some minutes, we were sweating and
fucking them as wild dogs. When I felt our climax was approaching, I
dragged him to me and replaced Manuel's hand on his dick as Frankie did the
same. We wanted not to spoil the semen. Being stimulated in both sides, the
twins entwined the hands, stopped breathing and with a loud grunt they both
started to spurt his lovely clear semen; as before in a small amount. I
pulled Louis to my crotch and I pushed my cock up into his bowels as I
reached my new climax. We were exhausted, so we remained for a few minutes
without moving; then Louis and Manuel licked each other's tummy like a
mother kitten and then kissed tenderly, enjoying the taste of their
semen. We retrieved from their butts with our dicks flaccid. We kissed
again.

A few days later, the departure's day arrived. In order to take a little
advantage, we postponed our departure to early of the day when classes
would start, so I went early to bed and set my alarm clock to 6:00 am. I
had just entered under the covers when the beautiful Joan came in, and
without any question and before I could say anything, he had stripped naked
and entered under the covers. Even if I had wanted I could not say anything
to that little imp, he hugged me and started kissing me gently.

	"I love you Uncle John. I'm sad because you are leaving us."

	"It won't be very long; in any case you can ask your dad to visit
me in the school."

	"I know, but there I can't sleep with you and make things to you."
I chuckle and hugged him to me.

	"So you love me only to enjoy and have fun with me." He opened his
eyes wide, his lovely blond hair on his face.

	"I love you even if you don't want to make me feel good." He made a
pout. I could not resist and I kissed him round his face, his ears, his
armpits, his navel, and finally I took his little weenie in my mouth and
started sucking him for a while. I stopped and kissed him on the lips.

	"Is this what you want?" He openly smiled.

	"Yes, but I also want to sleep with you tonight." Saying that he
planted his lips on mine and started kissing me passionately, he parted my
teeth and forced his tongue inside my mouth.  Suddenly he straddled me
continuing kissing me; I felt his erected dick rubbing my navel; my dick
started leaking precum and was placed in his crevice. He noticed it there
pushing in. He moaned: "Please Uncle John, put your dick into me." I kissed
him tenderly.

	"No Joan, my precious little boy. You are too small for my dick and
I might hurt you. I love you too much."

	"But I want it. I don't mind if you hurt my butt." Again, I kissed
him tenderly round his face.

	"Joan, I can't. Would you do it to me if you knew would hurt me?"

	"Never! I love you, Uncle John." He realised what he was saying, he
grinned and a beautiful grimace came on his beautiful face. "But you can
make me feel good with your mouth."  I didn't say anything. I dragged him
to me. He understood, raised himself and placed his hand on the bed's
headboard. His little erected dick was now rubbing my chin; therefore, I
took his whole package into my mouth and started sucking him. Soon he was
gasping and moaning; I felt his first dry orgasm as he pushed up his lovely
cock up to my palate. I could not help my right hand started jacking my
dick off. My left wandered his back, his hair, and his neck. Again, I felt
how he pushed hard into my mouth as he again was hit by a new dry orgasm. I
was close to mine, but he paused and scooted down to my chest, so his dick
left my mouth and I felt it on my crotch. He started kissing me and I near
came when my dripping dick touched his butt cheeks. I thought it was
enough, but I was wrong. "I love you Uncle John. It feels so, so good. I
want it once more." I grinned and he resumed his position. I teased his
sensitive dickhead and sucked it eagerly. He moaned loudly as I raised my
hips with my orgasm as he also reached his climax.  He was sweating; he
scooted a little bit down and fell on top of me; his beautiful face locked
to mine. We remain for a few minutes quiet and soon I realised he was
deeply asleep. I kissed him on the forehead; dressed him in his underwear
and tucked him in my bed. "What a beautiful little boy he is!" I thought.

I went to the bathroom to clean my dick and wash a little my face. I
returned to my room and I heard some conversation downstairs. I was naked
and I thought to sleep on the other bed, otherwise I would wake him up in
the morning or during the night. I was just separating the covers when I
heard a soft knock on the door. It opened and I saw in the doorway the most
beautiful boy I could ever see, Francis. The room illuminated as if an
angel had entered. I turned around and my dick immediately started getting
hard. I extended my arms to him and he run and jumped on my arms.

	"I love you John. I love you very much." I felt his tears on my
chest, I raised his beautiful chin and I kissed him on the lips. I knew
what he was feeling and what he wanted. I stripped him down and there, near
the bed, I took his lovely dick in my mouth and I started loving him
eagerly, desperately as there was not tomorrow. He moaned, his hands on my
head pushing it to his crotch. In a few minutes, his knees buckled as he
reached his first orgasm. He felt on top of my shoulders gasping for air. I
took him on my arms and still not recovered, I placed him on the bed. I lay
beside him and started kissing him tenderly. I wanted him near me. I was
harder than ever and I needed a release, but as it happened many times with
Frankie, I preferred not move, I preferred the love to the sex. However,
those were my intentions, but not his. After a few minutes his young body
was fully recovered.

	"I love you John. I could not leave this night without being with
you; so it has been wonderful when Joan had not returned, giving me the
opportunity to come." I kissed him on the lips tenderly and then
passionately.

	"You did perfect my beautiful love. I love you too much and I have
been thinking on you; but you are here now and I want to please you."

	"Please, John, I want you to fuck my ass. I am already prepared, so
you don't need to grease your dick. I want you totally as you are." And
saying this, he kissed me. He raised himself, gave me his back and
uncovered me. He took my hard dick with his left hand and guided it to his
butt. It was covered with a layer of precum, so with a single push it went
totally inside him. He moaned in delight as he pumped himself in and out of
my dick. I scarcely could remain quiet; he turned around and our mouths
locked in a long kiss. I took his dick in my right hand as he moved up and
own. A few thrust more and I felt my orgasm rising from my toes to the tip
of my dick. I raised my hips and pushed my cock as far as I could into
him. Being stimulated on both sides, he got rigid as he also reached his
climax. He fell on top of me with a loud groan. I caressed his back and his
lovely hair. When we recovered, we smiled and kissed tenderly.

	"I love you Francis. I'll miss you very much." We remained during a
few minutes until my dick again came into life. "I like to make you an
especial, since it will last until I return on summer."

	"It will be very long, but I'll wait until you come. I love you
Uncle John." We kissed and I started making him a slow and especial blow
and fucking job. I started from his ears, sucking and licking his beautiful
nubs, buttonhole, crotch... until I returned to his lovely dick. Several
times I had to stop because he was near to come. Finally, I raised his leg
to his chest and I inserted my long dick into him. I shoved it into him,
pumping my cock and stroking him at the same time. We reached a strong
climax with a grunt that sounded to me as angel voice. I fell on top of him
exhausted, sliding to his side. When I recovered, I started kissing him
tenderly round that lovely face. I felt his dick and mine, how they
softened and coming out from his butt.  Embraced as we were, I thought I
might get asleep, however looking at my beautiful nephew he had entered in
the realm of the dreams. I slid out of the bed and washed myself in the
bathroom. I took some soft paper and I cleaned his ass of my juices and a
possible oil leakage.  I kissed him; I took him on my arms and tucked with
his brother in my bed. I entered under the covers of the other bed; a few
minutes later, I heard someone peeking thru the door, it was my sister
Angela.

	"I should have supposed they would sleep here."

	"It does not matter," mom said, "John loves very much your sons. He
would have missed them, anyway." They closed the door and I drifted to
sleep.

End of Part 5.- To be continued.