Date: Fri, 17 Apr 2009 13:09:30 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends - Part 6 Final

			BEST FRIENDS - Part 6
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Chapter 26.- Resuming school
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Before the alarm clock started, I stopped it. I got up, had a quick shower,
dressed and gave a kiss to my angels. I could not help a blur on my eyes as
I closed the door behind me carrying me suitcase. I had breakfast, and
after kissing mom with some tears, we left. We picked up Frankie and his
dad and boarded the train. A taxi took us to the school's main gate; it was
8:00 am. We said goodbye and kisses our dads. In that moment, we were
checking in, we saw a large luxury car with diplomatic plates stops,
descending from it James, Martin, Willy and Pedro.  We exploded in
happiness; we hugged and kissed on the cheeks and all together, we checked
in. The porter announced us that there had been some changes; all of us had
been placed in the same raw, right on dorm one. We cheered up and whole
team entered and occupied our places. We left everything and went to the
dinning room to have breakfast, since the other boys had not anything. We
could see the love leaking out of the two couples. Once we settled down the
classes started and we resumed our activities, except the linen's. We
presented our works and all had good ideas. We continued enjoying our
mutual loves in the library, especially on Saturday. I liked the exchanges
we agree, that gave us the opportunity to kiss, suck, and eventually fuck
differently. After a couple of months, father Angel came to us:

	"Good job boys. If we succeed, that would be the trip. However, I
must tell you something. There is a hard competition between Opus and
JJ. We have to recognize that they have good people, however, for political
reasons, we must beat them. That will be our goal. If we succeed, the
Company will provide you with this trip, even if we do not reach the
final. This information is confidential and I expect no one out of us will
know it." We kept silence for a moment, and then Martin asked:

	"When do you expect we will meet them?"

	"I trust on you and I am sure we will be, for sure, in quarter
final the earlier, and would be in three months time, that means early May
and of Friday afternoon TV cast."

Father John took me apart from my elbow; I was a little bit surprised but
he immediately grinned as it was nothing important; then he said:

	"John, let's go for a walk." When we were outside we walked to the
sport field, near the soccer's he said: "I provided your financial
information to my father and he said he had a fantastic result. Could you
continue doing it?" As I did to not answer he added something that I had
not realised: "He is ready to pay you a commission on the net earnings;
however this must be a secret between you and us." I thought about getting
money and what I could do.

	"How would your father pay me?"

	"Well, since you are too young, he can either pay to your father or
put the money in a special account for your disposal after you being
eighteen." Businesses were new to me, but my brains were rushing
thinking. I asked him:

	"Which would be the percentage? He was shocked with my question and
grinned.

	"Ten per cent, on net earning."

	"Fifteen." I said. I knew that was the commission for Agents in the
Stock of Exchange.  He thought for a moment, and then answered:

	"Alright, but I must have consultation with him."

	"If he accepts, the money will go into a close account in
Switzerland, where I cannot get it, but I can give orders about how to
invest.

	"I don't think there will be any problem." I smiled to him and we
shook hands. My first business! I thought.

	"Alright; bring me the most recent "Financial Times" and I'll tell
you what to buy and time of keeping." We are going thru an excellent
moment." I returned to where my friends were and he went to his
classes. From that moment, every three weeks brought me the paper and I
gave him the instructions to follow. However, Frankie was not silly and he
knew something was on, nevertheless he did not mentioned it until night
when we were near our beds.

	"I suppose you are questioning yourself what is father Angel about
with me." He looked at me but said nothing; so I continued. "Do you
remember what you have said to me about your dreams about brains, veins,
hearts, etc.?" He grinned to me.

	"I can't see the connexion between my dreams and the priest; except
what our dicks are concerned." He paused. "On the other hand, I trust you
and I was expecting you would tell me all about anytime."

	"I told you I also have dreams about finance, well that's all
about. I am building our future." Let's sleep; tomorrow we'll have a hard
work day. In due time I'll tell you in detail." I kissed him a peck and
went under the cover; I heard him murmuring.

	"Finance! You are mad but I love you."

We worked hard and were confidents. The first rounds of the Contest started
on March, first within the same province, then regional. At the beginning,
it was easy and we had not any strong opponents; and as father Angel had
foreseen, in quarter final, there were two groups of four schools. Our
group was formed by another school from JJ Company in Extremadura; a public
school from Madrid; Opus from Pamplona and ourselves. Since the rules were
that school from the same Company would not meet before semi-finals, we
were coupled with Madrid and our colleagues with Opus Dei. Due to political
reasons the authorities established that the contest was radioed to the
whole country. Quarter-final, semi-final and final would be TV directly
broadcasted on Saturday afternoon, time of maximum audience for
children. In those times there were only two TV channels, both sponsored by
the Government. As we advanced, we received many letters from our fans in
other schools supporting us. A single match per week in the TV Studios
resolved quarterfinals. Unfortunately, Opus beat our colleagues and we beat
Madrid. The other two semi-finalists were a school of girls from Avila and
other of boys public school from Barcelona.

I can remember that during those months we were clustered in the school,
mostly in the library that was open only for us; we near forgot sex, only
light kisses; up to the point that some of us near wetted the sheets,
therefore we agree to establish a release every two days. The day of the
semi-final arrived, and the team, lead by father Angel, travelled to
Madrid. As usual TV announced the event the previous days, on the midday
and evening news bulletin. TV authorities were glad because audience had
significantly increased, especially with young watchers.

We arrived to the studios and were introduced to a large room; the director
of the program repeated us the rules and how they expected we would behave
as educated persons. He said that millions of persons were watching us and
we must show how proud of our country we were.  That sounded me unpleasant
because I knew that was political, however we were boys and we had to obey
rules. We knew that all schools in Spain were following the contest and in
our village, Mr. Hermann had bought a large TV set and installed in the
church. The show started with the Studio full of boys and girls from
Madrid. We had agreed that there was not a single speaker in our group, but
every one would answer according to his specialisation. We agree that
Frankie would answer chemistry and I would Maths, as the most difficult
matters.

The questions started. They did not failed as we also did not; however, in
maths a difficult problem of algebra, I closed the eyes and concentrated; I
saw numbers and equations dancing round me and fitting into a great
puzzled; I answered the result without using the pencil.

	"Correct!!" A great and warm applause came from the large room. We
smiled. In his turn the Opus near failed because they used their whole
time, and the answer came in the last second.

	"Correct!!, However if this were a boxing match you would have lost
by points." The speaker argued. Only a few applauses came from the
public. That benefited us because we appeared more confident. The two teams
answered correct all questions; therefore, we went to a tiebreak with
single questions to each team. The Jury provided to the speaker with an
envelope with the questions; he addressed to Opus's boys explaining that if
they failed, we could answer; and vice versa. So opened the envelope and
read: "
	"Everybody knows that Mexico was conquered by Hernan Cortes with
about 700 men and a few ships that he burned down on the beach before
starting the fight. With those few troops, he conquered a large
kingdom. Apart of the help he received from some tribal people, there was a
person with him that was decisive to reach the conquest. Please, let's know
the name of this person and the reasons used to help Cortes." We saw the
doubt in them, however Martin was grinning. The 14 y/o boy in charge
answered from Opus saying:

	"The person was Don Pedro de Alvarado; reason his ascension on the
troops."

	"Not correct!!" A murmur expanded thru the public of the
Studio. "You turn, St. Mary."  Martin slowly raised and the camera focused
on him, he proudly grinned and speaking slowly with his lovely and
modulated voice said:

	"The person was Marina, as she's known in the Spanish History; and
the reason: he fell in love with Hernan Cortes. I am a direct descendant of
his son Martin."

	"Correct!!" Applauses came from the public assisting in the studio
and, in my heart I heard them from the whole Spain. We hugged Martin. After
some minutes of publicity and after calling us to calm down, the speaker,
with the microphone on hand, put his arm round my shoulders:

	"This is our math man, John Mora. What do you think about this
semi-final?" Without hesitance I answered:

	"They are good, but we are better; we gained fair and square." He
did not want to insist since what he pretended was publicity for the next
semi-final.

	"What do you think about the next semi-final?"

	"Both teams are very, very good; however, I think the girls will
win."

	"Do the rest of your colleagues share this opinion?"

	"No. Four yes; two no. I personally believe and wish the girls will
win. They deserve it."

	"Okay John. Thanks for your opinion." He then announced the other
semi-final for the following week and in four weeks time the great
final. The program closed but we continued for a long time hugging. Father
Angel came to us; he hugged us:

	"That was excellent! You must get ready to travel to Europe,
boys. The Jury congratulated us wishing to see us in a month time. We
returned to the Hotel in the centre of the big city full of euphoria. A
crowd of boys and girls received us in the hall. We were heroes for many
persons. We received cables from all parts of the country and a special one
from the General Director of the JJ in Spain telling us how proud he felt
about our school and us. Then I took father Angel apart.

	"Please father, we need a little bit of freedom tonight to enjoy
our success. Can we have it?" He smiled.

	"If you promise me not to be too noisy..."

	"I promise."

	"I hope you will enjoy. Tomorrow we will have a trip thru Madrid
and on Monday, we will travel home." I thought about our trip and an idea
came to me:

	"Father Angel, I would like to ask you for a favour if we win the
final."

	"What is it?"

	"As you have seen the plans, we would visit Paris..." He
interrupted me.

	"We will be in Paris whether we are champions or not." I smiled.

	"Thanks. However, I would like to stay in the Hotel Champs Elysium
coinciding with a weekend. That is my favour."

	"If there are rooms available for all, granted." I chuckled
satisfied.

	"There will be, don't worry." As he gazed me with a question, I
continued: "The owner is a friend of us." We rushed to our rooms, we had
three hours until dinnertime, we were physical, and emotional
tired. Frankie and I entered in our room locking the door. Frankie took off
his jacket and tossed it on the other bed; his shoes flew on the air and he
dropped himself on the soft bed facing me, extending his arms to me. I did
the same and I went on top of him. He took my head to him and we locked our
mouth in a long and passionate kiss. I noticed his hard boner and my dick
trying to torn my trousers.

	"I want to enjoy our victory, my beautiful John." I kissed him
again as I felt his hands wondering under my shirt rubbing my bare chest,
teasing my nipples as I did the same to him. "I want to suck you right
now. It has been a long time without us being quiet for this." In seconds,
we went naked; I straddled him being sat on his crotch, I felt his hard
dick poking on my butt. He then grabbed my butt cheeks and dragged me to
his face as I was straddling him. I offered my dick to him that he
immediately took in his mouth. I placed my right hand on the bed headboard
and started fucking his mouth while with the left one I stroked his long
dick. Suddenly he stopped:

	"John, you have a few tiny pubes on your dick!!! I scooted back a
little and I watched the base of my cock. We had been so busy during the
past few months that we had not observed ourselves.

	"It is true. What about you?" I jumped to one side and I could see
the tiny hair sprouts coming out from him. "Frankie, they are beautiful!!!,
aren't they?"

	"Yes, they are." He pushed me to him and we again started kissing,
rubbing our dicks together, our crotches grinding while our mouths were
locked with an unending kiss. We continued for a few minutes until we
reached that wanted and needed orgasm. I collapsed on top of my lover with
a loud groan, sliding to his right side gasping for air. When we recovered,
Frankie tussled my hair and kissed me.

	"We will sleep tonight as we used to do at home. I want to keep you
in my arms without thinking someone will call us. I'm very happy John." I
caressed his lovely face and teased him on his nipples, kissing him again.

	"Yes. I have missed it a lot; therefore, as soon as we have dinner,
we will come back without stopping anywhere."

	"What about if the boys want to have some fun together?" He looked
at me tenderly, kissed my palms and put them on his smooth cheeks.

	"If you don't mind John, I want you and not anyone else in my bed
tonight. I want to enjoy with you every minute of our life; I wonder what
is waiting for us tomorrow." He was now serious, he paused, "John, I love
you too much to waist a single second. Sometimes I ask myself whether I am
homosexual as I love you; that torture me." I looked into his beautiful
eyes and kissed them.

	"Frankie, we have talked about this many times and it is good we
don't forget this. I am not worried about this since I know you love me and
I am sure I love you. However, if it happens that I am homo and you are
not, I will be condemned to beat my meat forever, but seeing you and your
children will compensate it. However, meantime I want to enjoy you and your
dick."

Telling him this I started making ticklish him; we were overwhelmed in boy
laughs and wrestling on the bed. I pinned him down and I engulfed his dick
into my mouth. In seconds, mine was in his and started sucking each other
as if it was the first time. A few minutes later, our bodies got rigid, and
a great spasm came thru our spine as we were hit by our exquisite orgasms,
exhausted and spent. In the 69 position that we had, we got asleep, still
with the respective dicks in our mouths. In what I thought a minute, the
phone rang; it was father Angel:

	"Come on boys, it is dinner time."

	"Dinner time? What time is it, sir?"

	"Half past nine."

	"We'll be there in a minute. Thanks you, sir." I hanged up the
receiver. "Frankie was smiling at me. I near perforate him with my eyes as
if they were laser rays. I jumped on top of him and started again making
ticklish on him. He laughed, and laughed. I paused to let him breath, he
said:

	"We don't need to dine, with the meat we have eaten." I resumed my
ticklish. Then we kissed tenderly for a minute. "Time elapses very quickly
my beautiful lover. Come on, we can be dressed in informal clothes. We will
shower later." We quickly washed and rushed out of the room. As we
approached Pedro and Willy's room, they appeared with a radiant smile on
their faces and an aura of happiness round them. They looked at us. Frankie
then asked: "What's up boys? Have you seen the virgin Mary?" They looked
each other, and then Pedro said as we were walking down:

	"Much better, friends. We have just discovered that we are men!" We
opened our mouth in disbelief. "Be careful, flies can go into your
throats." We reacted about our surprise and hugged them very, very tight.

	"Congratulations!!! We are now arrear of all of you. Do James and
Martin know about it?

	"No, they don't. Will tell them tonight." When we were thru the
main hall, I saw a yellow newspaper and took it. We sat for a few minutes
waiting for the Jury members and I engulfed myself reading about shares,
companies, and stock of exchange. It was my fantastic world. I heard a
voice behind me:

	"Are you interested in business, Mr. Mora?" It was the President of
the Jury.

	"I am very curious about it. I love numbers and these fascinated
me, sir."

	"Would you like to see the real Stock of Exchange House?"

	"I would love it, sir. But it is not in our program; in addition, I
am the only one interested on it."

	"I'll arrange a visit for you and myself when you come for the
final."

	"Will you do that for me, Sir?

	"Yes, for you and for any other who wants to come." I looked to
that man and grinned; of course he did not know I was seriously involved on
that; it would affect so much my life. We had dinner together; we were
fresh after our siesta and willing to do something special. At the end
father Angel said:

	"Boys today have been a long and exciting day, however I believe
you all had a good siesta, and therefore, I have accepted the Mayor's
invitation to see the fireworks tonight and a visit to the fair. Tomorrow
is 15th May, the main Feast of Madrid, however it is not compulsory,
therefore if anyone does not want to go... We all cheered up. We spent a
lovely time in the fair accompanied by the Major's 13 and 11 y/o sons, and
their security guards. That night we came back to the hotel near 2:00 in
the morning; too late for our custom; so, we showered, I cuddled in
Frankie's arms in the unused bed, and before I could say goodnights, he was
hard asleep. I woke up at 10:00 feeling the pressure of Frankie's dick on
my ass. I grinned. I pulled it down between my legs and started moving
backward; he woke up and I felt a kiss on my neck. He started fucking my
legs with his left hand on my dick jacking me off. After a few minutes, I
turned around excited and our mouths locked, our tongues swirling
inside. Our crotches rubbed each other now covered with a layer of
precum. Soon our bodies got rigid and a spasm went thru my spine. I bent my
toes, and grabbed the mattress with my finger as tiger paws. A loud moan
came from our throats as we collapsed totally spent.

	"I think we should try to eat something, I'm starving." Franking
smiled.

	"Unfortunately we still are dry cows; otherwise I could feed you
with my milk." I started ticklish on him when I saw a paper that had been
slipped under the door, telling us that outside was a trolley with English
breakfasts for us and that at 11:00 a mini-bus will pick up the whole group
for a trip round Madrid. We had not much time left; therefore, we went into
the shower and amongst kisses, laughs and quick dick squeezes we
finished. We had breakfast and went for a lovely trip. I never realised how
large that city was. We came back tired and after dinner, we went to
bed. The departure had been established for the following morning in a
train leaving 8:00 am. However, we were cuddling into each other arms when
we heard light knocks on the door. I put on my underwear and opened the
door; it was Pedro and Willy. They entered and locked the door.

	"What's up?" I asked. The lovely blond Viking came to me while
Pedro entered under the cover near Frankie.

	"We must celebrate our puberty, and with no one better than you. We
love you, friends."

	"But, but, tomorrow we must get up early."

	"We know that, or, do you think we are not staying here?" Willy
blushed when he said:

	"We want you to fuck us as you did the first time, so we and you
can see our milk spurting out."

	"You lovely rascals..." Frankie smiled and in seconds, we were
petting each other.  Sucking in a 69 followed; when we were hot enough, I
placed Willy on his back, raised his legs to his chest and I inserted my
long stick into his bowels duly greased with Vaseline. I started shoving
inside him at the same time stroking his thick dick. Soon I noticed his
butt muscles gripping my dick, he stretched his legs as he started pumping
his milk; his first shot landed on his chest, a second on his navel and the
rest on my fist. I gave him a final thrust and I collapsed on top of him
exhausted. When we recovered, the four together had a shower, reminding me
our showers in the linen room. We dried each other and I could not help but
kiss that lovely blond.

	"We love you, Willy; I hope we will maintain this love forever."

	"We love you both, brothers." We kissed again, but they did not
return to their room.  Willy and Pedro cuddled tenderly on one bed,
Frankie, and I in the other.

Morning came and after a quick breakfast, we boarded the train to home. We
arrived late afternoon; the director and some others teachers were waiting
for us. We expected some of our friends would be there to receive us, but
no one was there. We boarded a mini-bus and went to the school. A crowd of
boys, girls, adults, teachers and some press photographers received us with
cheers, shouting ""Champions!!!. Champions!!!"". All of us were impressed
and I have to admit that my eyes blurred with emotion when I saw all of our
friends shouting. The director had told Frankie and me that our families
wanted to come, however since the rest of the boys' parents were not there
he suggested them to come next Sunday in a private visit. However, he told
all of us that the director of the TV program would invite and pay all
travel expenses for two persons of each boy's family to attend in the
final. We all six raised our hands greetings and some bigger boys took us
on their shoulders as if we were bullfighters.

I was on top of a strong 14 y/o black curly haired boy. In the middle of
the crown, his hands started caressing my dick and balls that were pressing
against his neck. I got hard and he seemed to enjoy it. After few minutes
later, he unloaded me at the entry of the dinning room. He looked at me
embarrassed and blushed; I felt pity for him. I approached my mouth to his
ears:

	"It is okay. However, be careful next time, someone could not be so
comprehensive."

	"Thanks." He disappeared in the crowd. I never approached him or
told anyone about this incident.

Our photo appeared next day on the first page of the two morning papers of
our city under the head lines:

			""OUR YOUNG CHAMPIONS!""

They informed about our participation in the contest and the reception
given by all school, promising better information in the coming final. That
went mailed to our families free of charge.  Pedro's mom received it in
surprise seeing his son on the first page of a newspaper. She translated
the whole text and sent it to his father in England.

As it can be imagined, in our village we were the subjects of all
conversations. We also mailed one to Jim and Fran‡oise, advising them
that we would meet them in Paris; and that they should advise Mr. Jenkins
to facilitate to the travel agency the rooms for us. A few days later, we
received a cable from Fran‡oise's dad congratulating us and that he
personally would receive us in his hotel.

At our request, father Angel sent a cable to the girls' school encouraging
them in the next semi- final. The week elapsed and on Saturday, we joined
round the TV set in the reading room that was crowded. Barcelona's boys
were good, but the girls did a good job and finally, after a tiebreak, they
won. We shouted as if they were our colleagues. A freckled girl with gross
glasses called my attention.

	"Frankie, look at that girl. She is very pretty."

	"You are mad. With those horrible glasses!"

	"She has lovely eyes; and what about her lips? Even James' are not
so sexy. The TV is black and white, however when we see her you will tell
I'm right." He jokingly said:

	"Alright, I leave for you to fuck her." I jabbed my elbow followed
by ticklish. He laughed and added: "Alright, I admit, she is pretty, but I
prefer the blond near her." The speaker announced the final that would take
place in two weeks time. It had been advanced one week.

The next day, near the completely two families came to the school; hugs,
kisses and emotions took place; especially when my little Francis came to
me, after Joan leaving my neck. I hugged and kissed him, even with a peck
on the lips. He had grown a lot, and was even prettier than when I left
him.

	"I miss you, John." He approached his lovely mouth to my ear and
whispered: "I have not done anything neither I will do until you come
back." I hugged him again and I whispered back.

	"You must enjoy with anyone you like, whenever it pleases you." He
dragged me to one corner.

	"I only want you and nobody else, except a girl. I have started
liking them a lot, especially to touch their teats.

	"You naughty boy..." In that moment, the twins came and I
introduced them to Pedro; immediately they were engulfed in music. The
visit ended and with tears, we said goodbye.

Chapter 27.- The Great Final ----------------------------

Father Angel told us how the girls had bet for us in the semi-final and
that they knew we had done the same for them; that led to a distended final
between friends rather than enemies. The teams and the Jury were lodged in
a small hotel with a large ballroom mostly used for business conferences,
near the TV Studios. Parents were accommodated in another hotel not far. We
arrived during morning on Friday; however the rest of the guests, including
our families, arrived on the same Saturday during the morning and early
afternoon. We went to our rooms excited and a little bit nervous since in
reception we coincided with some of the girls. I showered quickly and
kissed my lover.

	"I'll wait you downstairs, I want to explore..."

	"Sure you want to explore some freckles." We grinned and I left the
room; suddenly when I was passing near a pantry, the freckled girls came
out from a room, closing the door behind. She looked at me and I looked at
her, our hearts paralysed, she blushed as I mumbled:

	"I'm John; I guess you are Maggie."

	"Yes. Glad to meet you, John; and thanks you for encouraging us."
She extended her hand, I took it but I kissed her on the cheeks. She
blushed again, but she did not retrieve her hand. She looked as
paralysed. I broke the ice:

	"You have nothing to thank about; you are all great girls; however,
I wonder why you hide those beautiful eyes and freckles behind those
glasses." She was burning hot, no one had said such words to her before;
she could not escape from those lovely eyes of that handsome boy; shivers
came thru her spine and her legs trembled. In seconds went thru her agile
mind the times her elder brother, who was now 20, had taken her on his lap,
even until a few months ago and told her: "You will be a great and
beautiful woman, Maggie. Do not care about what some stupid boys and our
brother tell you. You will be like mom. Probably, somewhere, sometime, a
handsome boy will confirm what I have told you so many times." She had
answered: "That's because you love me; I am an ugly short-sighted freckled
girl."  He had answered: "Don't torment yourself, you are wrong."

While she was having those thoughts, I opened the pantry and dragged her
inside, blocking the door with my body. I took out her glasses, a beautiful
face was in front of me with lovely blue eyes, and large red lashes. She
then answered in a whisper as fearing some beautiful things could break the
enchantment.

	"I, I, I'm short-sighted and I must wear them."

	"And what about the most beautiful lips I have ever seen?" She
instinctively raised her left hand to his lips as protecting them. I took
her into my arms. She felt so right, so good, my head swam!. I leaned down
and kissed her on those soft, warm lips.  She slowly opened his mouth and
let my tongue in; I explored his sweet mouth with my tongue, his lips,
teeth, and finally his tongue until I thought I would pass out from lack of
air. When we broke the kiss, she looked horny, excited, and terrified at
what we had just done. I decided not to press her. I took the glasses and
put them over her little rounded nose. "Sorry, I could not help before
those lovely eyes. I have been thinking on them since I saw you on TV on
the semi-final." She then came to life, opened the door and left me there
with the sweetest taste I had ever felt in my short life. Then I heard my
own voice: "Great, she is great!!! I went into the dinning room and found
near everybody there, except Maggie, Willy and Pedro. Frankie asked me:

	"Where have you been? In that moment, Maggie entered wearing
different glasses and sat down; they had a light gold frame that did not
hide her lovely eyes. I answered him clearly in order she could hear me.

	"I have just seen a beautiful red rose in the garden and I have
spent a few minutes contemplating it. You know I love roses, don't you?. He
looked at me and pressed my hand under the table. She was sat in front of
me, blushed and grinned. After lunch, we hanged out round the hotel. We
looked for Maggie and her roommate and Frankie and I started chatting with
them. She was somewhat easy to talk to and even she told some amused blank
jokes that we laughed; the other boys split very much the same, even the
priest and the nun seemed in acquaintance. Soon we split into two couples
and sat in different benches in the Hotel's large garden, however under the
nun's watch. In a moment, we got serious; I carefully touched the tip of
her hand while I looked into her eyes:

	"Maggie, probably you think I am a bold boy and that I am taking
the opportunity; but believe me, your eyes and those beautiful freckles of
you attracted me as sugar to flies. I could not help... but your lips are
so, so lovely." She bent her head a little to hide her redness as she
remembered our kissing. "But this boy is so irresistible." She thought. She
was not a shy or a stupid girl; she had grown free of taboos at home and
she thought she was brave; and said.

	"Is that all you like of me?" That got me aback; I did not expect
such a question from a girl. However, I liked her braveness. I looked at
her, took her glasses off as I said:

	"You don't need them by now. I like all of you as you are." Fixing
my eyes on hers, I continued: "I'll eat you as a whole if I knew I would
never hurt you."

	"It seems you have some experience with girls."

	"I would lie if I said otherwise; but that does not mean anything."

	"Thanks for your frankness, but I don't want you getting the idea
than I am an easy girl.  However, I must say I am not a stupid or church
girl, as you might think. I am not a paying student, but I am working hard
to keep my scholarship alive and not depend on my family's scarce
resources, and believe me, it is not easy..." That brought me a rash of
happiness. I looked around to see if the priest or the nun were in sight. I
took her hands in mine:

	"Maggie, I never thought you were stupid or silly, nevertheless
that makes me even happier than I was. Do you know that half of the team's
members are studying with scholarships? The other three are what we could
call rich, but they are the greatest souls I could have as friends. I would
never change their friendship for anybody, either scholar or paying
students." Those beautiful lips smiled and asked:

	"Who are the scholars?"

	"Willy the Viking, as we call him; Frankie and me. Frankie and I
come from the same town. She did not retrieve her hands from mine.

	"I knew you were a scholarship boy. No one told me, but I
guessed. None of rich boys could behave with such self-confidence as you or
Frankie does. That makes things easier between us.

	"Maggie, don't you know that you're a beautiful and clever girl?"
She smiled, put on her glasses and looking directly into my eyes said:

	"You are not too bad, too." She smiled and got up. Let's go, I
don't want the stupid nun to reach erroneous conclusions.

	"Do you think they are as you call erroneous conclusions?" She
smiled, squeezed my hand.

	"No, but I don want her to know them." She laughed and we went into
the hotel. It was a lovely evening, but dinnertime was approaching and we
needed to get a shower before that. I went to my room and Frankie wasn't
there; I undressed and went under the shower; my dick started growing and I
could not take from my head the lovely girl and her words. We had a
distended dinner, joking and telling blank jokes. Willy had such ability
and made us to laugh. I watched Maggie in front of me eating and I thought
se had the same thoughts; my dick was straining within my underwear, it
ached. I watched her getting up from her seat and I motioned Frankie to
stand. We made as if we were engulfed in some important conversation; in
such a way, it was.

	"I have a date, so I'll go upstairs." He looked at me not
surprised; he jabbed me and grinned.

	"Take your time." I grinned and went upstairs. She had to pass in
front of our room, so I left a cleft and watched. A couple of minutes later
I heard her steps on the passageway. I opened the door and faced her, she
blushed but she took my extended hand and we entered in the pantry. I
thought to get her inside my room but it would have been too serious and
dangerous, since anyone could come. I dragged her inside, looked into her
eyes taking her glasses away. This time I kissed her passionately and she
abandoned herself to me. My dick pressed against her bottom. With my left
arm, I surrounded her waist and pushed her to me.  Soon we were engulfed in
a French kissing; our tongues swirling in our mouths as I started grinding
my crotch against her. She trembled when I placed my right hand on her
beautiful right breast squeezing it softly. She instinctively led my cock
to her dressed pussy. We lost control of our young bodies and now we were
hot animals wanting a sex release. We were hard breathing and low moaning;
suddenly I noticed her body got rigid, she pushed her body against mine, we
broke our permanent kiss to gasp for air and hugged very tight as a
tremendous orgasm hit our bodies. I thought I was going to fell on the
floor; she near fainted, closed her eyes, her knees buckled and I had to
hold her. We were breathing hard with her head on my shoulder. We remained
quiet and in silence during a few minutes until our breath recovered and my
dick started getting flaccid. We separated; I thought she might cry or
something else; but I was wrong, she separated a little bit from me;
grinned, and said:

	"Are we going to remain embraced the whole night? I grinned back.

	"That would be the loveliest time of my life." I kissed her
tenderly and surprisingly I heard my still pitchy voice. "I love you,
Maggie." It came deep from me; I after that I could not explain myself. She
looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me caressing my hair.

	"I think I love you too, John; otherwise how could we explain what
we have done? In any case, it has been beautiful, I had never experienced
that and it has been marvellous.

	"We can repeat it, if you want it." She looked at me, separated,
and put her glasses on.

	"Not for tonight." I kissed her; she opened the door and went to
her room and I to mine, again with that sweet sensation in my mouth. As I
entered in our room, Frankie was undressing, he looked at me smirking:

	"Did you see the Holy Spirit" I jumped on top of him and I started
kissing him passionately.

	"I am sure you need a good release, however I prefer it with the
door locked." While he closed the door, I undressed and in seconds, we were
engulfed in a mutual sucking in 69 position. Soon the fantastic feeling
arrived, our bodies got rigid as a beautiful spasm got us from toe to
hair. When we recovered Frankie kissed me tenderly.

	"Do you know I was ready to jack off?" I kissed him tenderly.

	"I love you, Frankie; I couldn't love you more." He hugged me
because he knew that expression came from deep in my heart. We cuddled into
each other arms. "Frankie, she is a very hot girl. I like her."

	"Do you love her?" I kissed him on his eyes.

	"I don't know whether it is love or not, it is too soon; however it
is different than with you.  I know that I love you and I would give my
life for you, Frankie, if I could save you." He looked at me tenderly and
kissed me on the lips.

	"You don't need to tell me that because I would do the same for
you." We kissed again; I turned over and I cuddled in his arms. He hugged
me, kissed my neck and I kissed his arms that were on my chest. A few
minutes later, we were asleep.

The following day came bright as usual; we went to receive our parents and
the other boys' families. You can imagine how happy we felt. Immediately my
parents acquainted with Willy's and Maggie's. Frankie's with James' and
Martin's. We were sad because Pedro's family did not show up; however, an
hour later his mom, his sister and his father arrived. We all introduced
one another and soon all were in a group. Pedro has after all talked to his
father and I could see how they hugged. His mom was something special. She
felt very proud about her son, however she was English and did not express
so open her feelings as we did. She said:

	"If you go to England, Grandpa is eager to see all of you. I have
sent the newspaper to him and he wanted to come, but I stopped him. He is
too old." Pedro looked carefully to his mom.

	"Alright then, mom; you can be sure that if I go I'll see him;
however tell him that I still think that British Empire was built by
pirates." His mom laughed.

	"You should not forget that you are half English, dear."

	"Well, but..." He hugged tenderly his mother. "In spite of all, I
love you mom, and you know that."

We had lunch all together; dad did not stop talking about agriculture new
techniques with Willy's new dad: they become good friends. Before the
contest started, they pay a visit to some monuments in Madrid. We arrived
to the TV Studio an hour in advance for some rehearsal. At 20:00 the
program started, this Studio was bigger than other before; it was full of
public with all our families, plus hundreds of boys and girls from Madrid's
schools and their teachers. The speaker introduced the mechanism, and after
some publicity, the contest started. I looked at Maggie and she grinned
me. The speaker then said:

	"I think, just for politeness, we should start asking the girls." I
raised my hand. He looked at me with surprise.

	"Yes." Then I blushed because I stood and the camera focused on
me. I said:

	"We believe that girls have the same rights than boys, furthermore,
they should not be discriminated..." The man was astonished and the same
the Jury, but amused. I continued: "They are as intelligent or even more
than boys; the proof is that they are in this final, therefore they should
be treated equally than boys without any advantage. I would suggest that a
coin on the air decides." Much to all males, the girls looked at one
another and Maggie started applauding me; that contaminated the rest of the
girls, all girls in the Studio and in the rest of Spain, as they understood
what that meant. Somewhere in the North, in a school for orphan girls, a
lovely girl was sat in a corner of the salon watching the contest, she near
in a murmur said: "Well done, Jacky, Well done. I love you!" Tears
streaming down her cheeks. Her new friend sat near her asked: "Do you know
him?" She sighed: "No. I don't." The camera focused on me again, then to
the speaker, he then said:

	"It seems we have here six future defenders of women rights." He
extracted a coin and launched to the air and into his palm; asking to
choose. The girls won, but that had been set up.  The questions started,
ten for each team alternatively. All were correctly answered. Another ten
with the same result. "Strong applauses came from the public. Then the
speaker said:

	"No doubt we have in this final the best two teams of the contest,
however we have a limited time, therefore I'll have here six new questions;
if a team fails, the other will have the option to answer. If this were
answered correctly, the contest would be finished; it is like a tiebreak in
tennis. However, if all questions are correctly answered, once the six
finished, we will use the coin to determine the winner." He extracted two
questions and both were correctly answered. The expectation was great round
the country and in the public in the studio. The third envelope was opened
and the speaker said: "In 1519, the king Charles the First, prepared five
ships at the Magellan's command. We all know the result, only successfully
returned the ship Victoria three years later; commanded by JS Elcano. We
know in detail this voyage. The question is: "How do we know so many detail
of this trip? Which base the Historian used?" The girls consulted one
another and finally Maggie answered:

	"Base on the records on the logbook and the crew declarations once
they were freed from the Portuguese Government that jailed them." The
public was in silence. Then the speaker said:

	"That is partially correct, anything to add?" The girls looked at
each other frustrated.

	"No." Maggie answered. We smiled because James had the answer
prepared.

	"Boys, your turn." James approached the microphone to him and the
camera focussed on him:

	"The logbook of the ship "Victoria" was basic to determine
geographical and technical situations, so demonstrating the roundness of
the Earth; however the detail of all events are known due to the writings
carried out during the trip by Antonio Francisco Pigafetta on board of the
Victoria.

	"That's correct!!!". Well, you can imagine the noise, hugs, cheers,
and applauses. When everything calmed down the sponsors came with their
presents, etc. The program closed down until the next year, however we
continued for a long time there. The girls hugged us without any prejudice,
of course, out of cameras. When Maggie hugged me, she said at my ears:

	"Tonight we must celebrate this, my lovely boy." I blushed.

	"I'll be ready at any time." She grinned and continued with the
rest of us.

That night we had a great feast in the hotel's ballroom; parents, teachers,
jury members, a few selected boys and girls; amongst them, the Mayor's
children, and of course, the 12 of us. It started with an early dinner
sponsored by the Town Hall, and followed with a dance; that for adults
ended very late at night. We were allowed to remain until midnight. Frankie
and I warned our parents about us, we would see them in the morning, before
their departure. So, round 10:30 pm, I winked Maggie and went toward the
lift. I got into my room. I was excited because I did not know what we
would do, but at least a kissing session would take place, I thought. I
heard her footsteps, I opened the door and looking into the empty
passageway, I dragged her in from her hand. I could not wait. I put my
right arm round her waist and kissed her on the lips passionately, while
with the left, I locked the door.

	"Congratulations my beautiful girl!!!" She looked amused to me
while we stepped to the bed.

	"Why? You were the winners"

	"We all don't consider that. Everybody has recognized that it was
just luck."

	"Luck and knowledge. Don't forget that. However, who cares? That's
over." I looked into those beautiful eyes; I took off her glasses and
placed them on the nightstand. I kissed both and them, her little rounded
nose, her chin and finally our mouths melted in a passionate long kiss.
She gasped in delight. I put my hand on one of her breast and I noticed how
his body trembled.  I slid my hand under her sweater and I started
unbuttoning her blouse, this without breaking our kiss. However, we soon
knew our clothes were disturbing us since we were sweating. I dragged her
sweater and blouse and pulled them over her head, tossing them on a
chair. I quickly did with my entire waist up clothes, so we were naked
waist up, except for her little bra. I took off my shoes and dropped her on
the bed. I broke our kiss and I started licking and flicking her ear
lobes. She groaned excited as I descended doing the same under her
armpits. I noticed she was near out of control, totally engulfed in her
lust; she was in my hands!. I slid my hand on her back and unbuckled her
little bra. Those beautiful undeveloped breasts came into view, white as
snow. For a while, I got mesmerized before that beauty; I could not help
but exclaimed:

	"What a beautiful view, my little Venus!" She grinned satisfied,
and cupping my face she kissed me passionately, them left me to continued;
but I was hard as a rock and I thought it was time to show all cards of the
game. Tenderly I put my mouth on one of those lovely sprouts while I
dragged my trousers and short underwear down to my ankles, finally steeping
out of them, so I was fully naked, except for my socks. I lay on the bed
near her sucking her breasts.  She was gasping and moaning in pleasure, her
hands rubbing my hair and pushing it down.  She and I were much closed to
orgasm. I untied her Scottish skirt and dragged out of her; her and my
socks also went away. "What a beautiful view, my God! I exclaimed again. I
continued licking her tummy, and when my tongue started exploring her
buttonhole, I noticed how she arched her hips, uncontrolled trying to get
my dick that now was between her legs. She stopped breathing as I took into
my mouth one of her breast. We moaned loudly as that unavoidable orgasm hit
our young bodies. I collapsed on top of her breathing hard and I felt her
arm round my neck kissing my face. When we recovered, I kissed her
tenderly.

	"It has been marvellous, John. I will never forget you. I am sure
of that."

	"Me too, Maggie. It is impossible to forget such a beauty. You have
so beautiful eyes, freckles and breasts! Oh my God! I never thought there
was so much beauty under your clothes." She was to respond me, but I kissed
her tenderly. My dick was again hard, so, again the passion overtook our
young bodies and I continued licking her navel. I wanted her to enjoy,
never forget that night. I scooted down and I straddled her, my dick
spitting precum rubbing her knees. I was getting close again to a new
orgasm, so I stopped for while and started caressing her thighs. She was
moaning and tossing her head on the pillow. Then I slip my fingers under
her panty's elastic band and dragged them to her knees. I found a beautiful
cunt covered with a few more pubes than I had. Obviously, she had already
matured. In the lust unconsciousness, she realised that this moment was
important on her life; she barely could say:

	"Pl...ease, don't... pl.ease, don't..." I could not understand what
she meant, probably thought I was ready to penetrate her. However, I slid
my hands under her hips and raised her pussy to my mouth. I savoured her
juices that tasted more or less as my precum. I introduced my tongue deep
into her vagina until it stopped with her seal. I licked there; she was mad
and totally out of control, groaning as a wounded animal, especially when I
sucked her clit.  She pushed my head down; she was very close to her new
orgasm and I wanted it at the same time with her. I scooted down and
dragged her panties replacing them on its original place. I move up and our
mouths met again: With my left hand I guided my dick to her vagina and
pushed up and down, though it was impossible to penetrate her since her
panties fabric separated it. We fucked like that during probably a
minute. I felt a spasm running taking my body; quivering, whimpering and
sweating at the same time. I pushed down as she pushed up.  A muffled grunt
came from our throats as we fell into a deep abysm of pleasure; I near
passed out. I never had experienced such a strong orgasm up to that
moment. That probably was due to the closeness of my puberty. We were
breathing hard, my mouth near her ear; soon we recovered our normal breaths
and I started kissing her round her face.

	"How do you feel, my beautiful girl?" She looked at me and chuckled
while caressing my face and my tuft.

	"I feel wonderful, however a few minutes ago, I felt even better. I
thought I would faint." I smiled; she continued. "I lost my control, when
you dragged my panties I thought you were to..."

	"To fuck you?"

	"Yes. Sorry it is an unused word in my vocabulary. I know it is
commonly used among boys."

	"It is alright. No, I like you too much to have done that. I have
been told that the first time it might seriously hurt; even sometimes, the
girl would bleed, therefore it must be done in a nice and quiet surrounding
where you are not hurry and expecting someone to call on the door." She
looked into my eyes and kissed me tenderly.

	"By the way, I have not seen your..."

	"My dick, cock, penis, weenie; whatever you want to call it." I
dragged her glasses and I put on her lovely eyes. I raised myself and
change my position. Now we were facing each other very closed; I sat Indian
style in front of her.

	"Can I..." I kissed her tenderly on the lips.

	"Of course, it is yours." She took in her hands my near erected
dick and immediately it started coming to life, jerking with each
heartbeat.

	"It is beautiful; I have not seen one since I was nine." She
grabbed my dick and slid the foreskin down and up. I moaned in pleasure and
she grinned slyly. "Does it feel good?"

	"Oh yes, very good."

	"That time I spied my elder brother; he was moving up and down fast
until he spurted his seeds. He moaned as we have done; however, when
finished, he did not look so happy as you did. Why John?

	"Well it is a difficult question. Though I can tell you that there
is a great difference between masturbation; that is what your brother did,
and what we have done."

	"But he spurted a lot of semen; nevertheless I have not seen
yours." I feared that embarrassing question. I blushed. She noticed it and
kissed me on the lips a very tender kiss.  "Did I say anything
inconvenient? She asked.

	"Oh no, my lovely girl. The problem is that, in spite of looking
tall and strong, I am still drier as a desert. All my friends of my age,
except Frankie, have already matured, and I will be 13 on November." She
stroked again my cock a few times.

	"Don't worry; it works very well with or without seed." She smiled
beautifully; took her glasses off and before I could realise, she bent
herself over and took my dick into her mouth. I squirmed in delight and
pleasure with a moan. I spread my legs laid back on my elbows.  Stammering,
I said:

	"Maggie, please, don't, don't..." She raised her lovely head and
little puzzled asking me:

	"Don't, why John? Are you afraid I..." I interrupted her, I did not
want she misunderstood me.

	"No, I, I mean... You don't need to do it to me; I did it to you
because I like you a lot and wanted you to enjoy it." She smiled.

	"John, I like you a lot, too. I'm not paying you back. I'll do it
because you had taught me to be a free girl and whatever I believe it is
correct, yet respecting everybody's freedom. Unless you don't like it..."
She smiled wickedly as she resumed her sucking. I smiled myself and with a
gasp I said:

	"I, I do agree with you, only, please, mind your teeth." I was very
hot seeing how she shoved my rod into her warm and wet mouth. However, I
could not remain acting passively. "I want you to enjoy with me."

She stopped sucking and I went into a 69 position with her. I put my arms
round her buttocks, dragged her panties to her heels and she discarded
them, so now she was completely naked as I was. I started licking her
lovely pussy once more. She whimpered, moaned, and started sucking me
eagerly as I sucked her clit and licked her thighs. Since we had had
recently a strong orgasm, it took as a little bit longer to reach our
climaxes. Several times, as we were getting hotter, we exchange positions;
sometimes she was on top of me, and some I was myself. I raised my hips as
a powerful orgasm started building up in my loins and it increased like a
summer storm, reaching my dick pee hole with an explosion like the great
final fireworks we watched the night of the semi-final. Lights and stars of
all possible colours came into my mind as I grunted with the greatest
release I ever had of my dick. My arms fell on the pillow, her legs round
my head and her pussy under my chin. She had received the same discharge
but probably no so strong as mine. She was laying her head on my crotch
still with my jerking cock between her lips. We remained for a few minutes
quiet, in silence, without moving, trying to get back our breath. We were
not fully recovered and I heard her saying:

	"I have a little present for you, John." I turned around, so our
heads were together; she spate on her hand and showed me some saliva and a
whitish clear spunk. She added: "It does not taste too bad." I was
paralysed; I could not speak. As if that was a sacred item, I took her hand
with care and I licked it until it was bright. I savoured it.

	"My first semen!!! I am a man, Maggie, I am a man!!!" And you did
it!!!" I dragged her to me and I kissed tenderly a long and tender kiss. We
broke our kiss. "I love you Maggie. I love you. I will never forget this
night and let alone this moment." I kissed her again. We lay on the bed and
without feeling it; we got into a deep sleep she cuddled into my arms.

Chapter 28.- The Return -----------------------

Fortunately, the window was open and in Madrid, even some days in summer,
the nights are chilly; four hours later the cold air woke me up. I tucked
again against her warm body but I could not sleep. I had a look on my watch
and "Oh my God, it is 4:00 am! Had the nun checked her room we would find
ourselves in troubles." I thought. Tenderly I called her:

	"Maggie, darling, come on, wake up." She turned over, sighed, and
continued sleeping.  I pushed her again. "Please, Maggie. Wake up." She
turned around, shrugged her lovely yes.  She hanged her arms round my neck
and kissed me.

	"Oh I got asleep for a few minutes. However, we can remain together
for another few." I smiled her tenderly.

	"My beautiful girl, it is 4:00 am; we have slept during more than
four hours." She jumped from the bed naked and took her glasses on. I
chuckled. She was so pretty!

	"Oh God, if the nun has checked..."

	"Don't worry. Frankie is a master on faking things." She looked at
me more relaxed. "Put on my pyjamas just in case someone could see you. No
one expects to see you dressed at this time." She nodded and put on my
garments. She turned to me and kissed me on the lips.

	"I love you." She left. Fortunately she had an extra key; opened
the door and found Frankie and her friend curled and hard asleep. She
smiled amused as how they had risked their position in the school. He shook
Frankie. "Come on, Frankie! Get up." Frankie quickly got up. "It is over
4:00 am." She gave him my pyjama's trousers, and a little bit embarrassed
put it on. He took his clothes and rushed to the door not seeing Maggie was
offering him my upper part. He entered in the room smiling, locked the
door, took off my trousers, and happily jumped into my bed. He immediately
locked my mouth with a hard and tender kiss. We broke our kiss and at
unison we said:

	""I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!"" We laughed because we each other
knew the news.

	"How was it with you, Frankie?"

	"Well, she did not want my dick touched her cunt, we made 69, and
then she discovered it. How was about you?"

	"More or les the same, however, I felt I had to respect her. I had
the opportunity to fuck her, she was on my hands, but something deep in me
told me no to do it. So I did but with her panties on." Frankie looked at
me and we kissed again tenderly.

	"John, didn't you feel as if you were losing something?"

	"Yes. I did. It was great and I exclaimed my happiness;
nevertheless I felt as if a part of me had gone forever." We got a little
bit sad for a moment.

	"Yes, we have lost our childhood. But cheer up! We are little men
and lovers. We still have many years ahead to enjoy. By the way, I would
like to see your semen and mine."

	"Okay. Jerk off?"

	"Yes. Jerk off."  We sat in front each other very close, our legs
open, and our dick near touching. He cupped my balls with his left hand;
his right wrapped my hard slippery dick as I did the same to him. Our
mouths locked in hard kiss with our tongues swirling inside as we started
slowly stroking each other. Soon that beautiful feeling arrived, stopped
kissing and I felt the warmth of his semen running on my fist to his crotch
as I spurted my clear seed on his. We recovered quickly; I kissed him a
peck and we watched our mutual messes. We took each other hand to our
mouths, and sucked it until nothing was left. We kissed again mixing our
semen on our tongues. We broke our kiss, he slid behind me, dragged the
cover over us; wrapped his arms round my chest and we drifted to sleep.

	"I love you, John."

	"I love you, Frankie." I still was awake for near half an hour
without moving. My thoughts took me to Maggie that was sleeping peacefully
only a few rooms far from mine. "Yes, it would not be the same". I knew
that night something important had changed in me.

We returned home and were received at the Airport as heroes; thousands of
boys, girls, and adults received us with cheers along the road from the
Airport to the city. The Mayor received us at the Town Hall and gave us
some medals and presents. After some speeches from the Mayor and the
Director of our school, finally we went home. All our colleagues of all
ages took us on the air up to the dorms, shouting: Champions!!!
Champions!!!. Yes, in those moments I felt great and happy. I knew the
publicity that our prize gave to the town and mostly to the prestige for
our school. The following weekend we stayed at the farm; those were the
best moments for us. The priest, the Mayor and near all inhabitants of the
village received both us. I could not stop hugging and kissing friends;
specially was the moment when we met Lucy, Helen's friend who kissed us on
the lips. It was a peck, but I felt a hitch in my stomach. We had no rest
with so many people and friends coming to congratulate us.

The next week we initiated our trip round Europe and Africa; it was a
wonderful time, especially in Egypt where our Mexican friend translated for
us many of the inscriptions on the old temples.  However, the best part was
when we landed on Paris. Fran‡oise, Margarita, Jim, and little Charlie
received and took us to the Hotel where Charles and Carl hugged us. We
greeted Mr.  Jenkins and Little Charlie's father and his new pregnant
mother. She was a beautiful woman that always had near her to
Margarita. She introduced us her own daughter Jeanette; who was a smaller
copy of Margarita. Those were fond memories impossible to forget. We
retuned home two weeks later full of emotions and souvenirs. Special
meaning was for me when Pedro's grandpa, after their reconciliation, took
me to the Stock of Exchange House in London. I felt as something dawned
inside me needing to be there discussing with those people there about
everything. In that moment, I decided my future.

Until we were 13 y/o we continued with our sexual plays, however every time
marking differences. We thought more about girls, and every night we spent
together we discussed that point. Both felt the same; however, our love
never changed; many nights we spent cuddled naked in the same bed, but our
young dicks remained quiet and happy. We converted our love in something
stronger, like twins; nevertheless, many times we repeated our sexual plays
until we were 15 y/o. That day, after the birthday celebration and our
parent's departure, father Angel came to us:

	"Hi boys, get ready; we have a visit to make tonight." We knew him;
he had become our best friend and we helped him with many difficult
boys. We boarded his little private car after dinner, but he did not
disclose our destination. We went thru the city to the opposite side and
stopped in front of what seemed a small and luxury hotel. We entered and a
still pretty woman over her thirties received us.

	"Are these the young candidates, FA?" We looked at each other
without knowing what all was about.

	"Yes, they are. The best boys I ever had in our school and today is
their birthday. I want the best for them as my birthday present. I must
stress that they are not so na‹ve as many boys of their age would be."

	"Congratulations boys" She kissed both of us on the lips. We
entered in a private large room where a tart with 15 candles was ready to
be lighted. Yet we had had lunch with our families that afternoon. She
observed our look. "That will be for later tonight." She rang a bell and
immediately two lovely young girls of about 18 y/o entered in the
room. "Christie, Mary, these are very special guests and friends. Please
make them happy and enjoy yourselves with them. We expect you will be
satisfied in a couple of hours; then we will have a little feast here."  We
did not know what to say. Father Angel grinned at us said:

	"Well boys, this is my birthday present. You are near full men and
you well know what it is to fuck a girl; I expect you will behave as well
as you are and satisfy these beautiful young ladies."  We smiled and
understood the meaning of his words. Frankie then said to the girls:

	"Can we stay in the same room? We are as twins and loves being
together." The girls looked at us wickedly and smirked:

	"Of course, little gentlemen; we'll try to make a little orgy." We
went upstairs into a lovely room with two beds. They locked the door and
started to strip us, but I said:

	"We will do this job. We believe in women as able as men." They
laughed. We did our job properly. After an hour, they were screaming in
delight and enjoying our ministration. We did as our best knowledge; we
fucked them until we were spent, doing them two specials as we had
sometimes experienced. As we suggested to get dressed, one of them said:

	"It is the first time that we are truly enjoying without needing to
fake, equal to equal. You look like professionals. Being so young, where
did you learn it?"

	"That is our secret. Sorry we cannot disclose it."

	"Well, we don't mind. We hope you will come again. We will postpone
any date we have." We smiled. They gave us a gown; we bathed each other;
and dressed only in the gown we went downstairs to continue our little
feast. We repeated those visits at least once a month for the next two
years.

I continued being interested on anything related to Economy. I spent many
hours in the library reading about this subject, besides father Angel
provided me weekly with the "Finance Times" and other economical newspapers
that Pedro's dad sent me; so when we finished our secondary school I was
well aware about many matters and theoretical subjects that I would study
deeply during the coming years. However, the following morning, father
Angel called me to his office when classes were over.

	"Please, John, sit down. I have something serious to discuss with
you." For a moment I felt scared, however he grinned at me. "Don't worry,
they are not bad news." He sat down near me; handed me a paper sheet that
looked as an account with my name on top of it; he then said: "John, that's
your money, for your 15% commission during these years." I could not
believe what I was watching, near I had forgotten about it; I thought that
was near as a play where every two weeks I pointed to those companies that
I preferred to invest.

	"Are you serious? This amounts over ten thousands dollars!"

	"Absolutely. However I must apology you, because in some way I have
deceived you. It was not my father, but the Company who followed your
instructions. So please, you must keep this secret for us." I was amazed
though I was sure what I had done.

	"You followed my instructions to buy and sell shares in the
exchange markets?"

	"Yes, and we succeeded." He then stood, went to his desk, and
extracted a large drawing. "Near all the money we have earned has been
invested on building this hospital in South America: St. John's; it will be
finished next year. All thanks to your ideas." I was astonished and could
not speak; he then added: "What are you going to do with your money?" I
came out of that dream and felt comfortable. I looked at him.

	"Please, give me the last "Financial Times". He handed me the paper
and underlined four companies. "Please, order to invest 25% of this money
on each and keep the shares for four weeks; then, please, sells them; I'll
let you know what to do next." He took the telephone and dialled a
number. He spoke in English; the other person on the line seemed surprised.

	"Our Agent believes we are mad investing on those firms; you might
lose all the money."

	"Lose? I have nothing, so I'll lose nothing."

	"Good philosophy!" We agree to continue and arranged the account to
be changed with a new password and instructions to follow in case something
happened to me. From that moment on, we had a financial meeting every four
Saturday evening, establishing my guides for investment. In one our visits
to the brothel with father Angel, I explained everything to Frankie.  He
could not believe it.

	"You have ten thousand dollars! You are rich." I grinned and kissed
him tenderly."

	"We are rich, and with a little luck we will get money enough to
study in America. That's your dream. Doesn't it? I told you I was building
up our future." He could not say anything, he hugged me and we kissed
again.

	"If I ever need some money I'll let you know it, however, I promise
to return it to you." I grinned.

	"Don't be stupid and forget your pride. We are one. Have you
forgotten that?" He smiled and hugged me tenderly.

	"John, we are near men now, but I still love you more than ever."
We kissed.

In respect to my love and life, after the contest, many passionate letters
were exchanged with Maggie, however with the time they were spacing until
we finished writing each other. When I finished secondary school, the
Company proposed my parents and me to start my studies in the Georgetown
University in US; I accepted it, but under the condition, that Frankie
would come with me. They were very pleased since had planned to send him to
Germany; however, we had to remain in US during four years without visiting
Spain, unless our parents died. We accepted and, after a last visit to
Mrs. Maria's brothel, we flew to New York.

They gave us a tiny room for both of us and there we started studying;
Frankie as a future MD Surgeon and I as a future doctor on Economy. I was
very close to a father Angel's friend, expert on Economy. Following the
instruction from Spain, I continued suggesting where to invest, and of
course my money was invested in very riskily companies; a few times I
failed but 90% I succeeded and my account increased considerably. From time
to time, he asked me about what I should do with the money if I could
invest. I thought those questions were as an extension of my daily classes
and I always answered clearly and straight. The two first years were very
hard for us, however soon our teachers noticed our great interest and
capacity, and the qualifications called the attention to them. We were
appointed as assistants, Frankie spent near all his spare time in the
hospital and I did in an Agent office and in Wall Street from where I
ordered directly about my money. That fascinated me. A year later our
nephew Francis joined us with Frankie in the University and Hospital.

After the third year, I had officially to go to Wall Street at least twice
a week with father Angel's friend. Time elapsed quickly and four years went
by. We were now men; Frankie would convert into a resident MD next year and
I would spend most of my time in the Bank investment office.  As promised,
they gave us the flying tickets to Spain to spend the month of July; we had
to be on duties on the first of August; nevertheless, Mr. Lemur, father
Angel's friend, reserved a surprise to me:

	"Well John, you have more than fulfilled all our expectation,
therefore I must ask you a question." I looked at him because more or less
that is what Frankie had been told by his teachers. I nodded awaiting his
question. "What are you going to do with the 15000 dollars you have in your
account?" He did not know this was only a part of my profits; most of them
were in Switzerland "You have a sixth sense for finance; every time I asked
you the Company invested a lot of money on your ideas. I can assure you
that the Company and the Bank had made a lot of profits, thanks to that we
are building two new schools in South America plus the Hospital now is
perfectly working." He handled me a check-book and for an answer, I hugged
him for the first time.

	"I'll give Frankie part of it."

	"That's up to you, but he has also 15000 as per his extra works in
the hospitals. He is being told in this moment. A few minutes later Frankie
came, we told each other our news. We hugged and as we were alone, he
kissed me on lips after many months. In fact we spent many nights in the
same bed cuddled into each other arms; but those moment were of relax and
confidences, never we got erected or had sex. From time to time, we brought
female colleagues to our tinny apartment and fucked as rabbits, developing
the use of condom. I did not like it, but Frankie had seen many persons
seriously sick with sexual disease. Francis, however, was reluctance to
participate in our orgies; he had no time available; when he was not in the
University was in the Hospital; in fact sometimes weeks passed without
seeing him.

We thanked Mr. Lemur; said goodbye to our closed few friends and flew to
Spain. As per the news we had from father Angel, he was now running a new
school of boys near Madrid; and Mrs. Maria had progressed in businesses;
now she had his best house in Madrid. We landed in Madrid's airport and
were greatly surprised to see Mrs. Maria and father Angel waiting for us.
We hugged and I kissed Mrs. Maria, as I would do my mother, even blurs
appeared in my eyes.  She took my hands and separated from me to see me
better.

	"You both have become in very handsome men. I'm sure my girls will
fight to go to bed with you." I blushed as a teenager because my plans were
to ask that beautiful middle-aged lady to lay with me. I had fantasized
many times. She gazed at my eyes and she guessed my thoughts; she smiled,
and when we were to board father Angel's car, she said: "It is a compliment
for me that such a beautiful and young man wanted to go to bed wit me..." I
blushed deeply as never before. She smirked. "You still are my boy; I'll
give you that chance, but not tonight. Today I have a little surprise for
you both; especially for you." I hugged her again and kissed her cheeks.

	"Thanks mom." Then I asked her: "Did you spend your money as I told
you? She smiled and pressed my hand. We went to her house; it was placed in
the outskirt of the large town, surrounded by gardens, flowers, and a tall
fence. It seemed a luxury little hotel, and that was the idea. She showed
us the building and we parked under it; a few cars were already there,
probably the owners enjoying some of the girls. After leaving our luggage,
we agreed to have dinner all four together as we did after paying a visit
to father Angel's large new school. It was placed a few kilometres far from
Madrid, near the mountains. He then said:

	"This school should carry your names."

	"Why. Still we do not deserve that honour." Frankie said.

	"Well, thanks to that contest we were overwhelmed with
applications, so the Company decided to build it." As we entered in the
main hall, we saw a large photograph on the front wall.  It was taken after
that event ten years back; it showed the team accompanied by father Angel
and the General Director. I could not retain a sight.

	"Where are they?"

	"Pedro is becoming one of the best and famous piano concert men in
the world. He has his agenda full for the next three years. The NASA has
recently picked up Willy and he is in California. James is a professor of
History in Cambridge. Martin joined our Company, he is in Mexico, and he
will say his first mass next year; after that, he wants to operate with
abandoned children. He is the only homo, though not many persons know this
fact.

	"We hope to see them sometime." Frankie said.

	"Please, if you contact any of them, give a great hug in our
behalf."

	"I'll do." We had dinner and round 11:00 pm we returned to
Mrs. Maria's fortress. We had to take a flight at 10:00 am next morning, so
we planned not to be late. When we arrived, she said to Frankie:

	"Your room is number ten, beautiful Frankie; someone is already
waiting for you."  Frankie grinned, said goodnights, and hurriedly went
upstairs. "Sit down John. I have something special for you; she is one of
my best jewels and of your age; I appreciate her, though she has a very
strong personality and as a good jewel, she is rare. I want you to please
her and both enjoy the night. I love her as my own daughter; please take
care of her as you already know."

	"My best jewel would be you, mom. You know that." She looked into
my young eyes and patted on my bum.

	"Come on, she does not like to wait anyone." I smiled, gave her a
kiss on her cheeks and went to room twenty, in de second floor. I knocked
on the door and I heard a lovely young voice.

	"Please, come in, but don't put on the lights; I want to enjoy the
beautiful moonlight." I entered and I saw a figure alighted by the
moonlight. It was summer and the sky was free of clouds, however I could
not appreciate completely her features. She slowly approached me and
started stripping herself down; kindly I stopped her.

	"Please, let me do it, if you don't mind." I could guess a smile on
her young lips. She was tall, near as taller as I was; long hair that
cascaded to her shoulders. She had upright and hard breasts; as soon as I
touched them, I near came. Slowly I undressed her and I did myself.  Soon
we were kissing furiously; she explored my head, my hair and my butt while
I started blowing her ears. I started a full special treatment; when I was
approaching her vagina she was moaning in pleasure. No a single word was
expressed until now.

	"Please let me help you to enjoy." With some difficulty, I raised
my head:

	"I want you to enjoy as much as I do. I believe and defend women;
they have the same rights as men." When I pronounced those words, she gave
a little jump on the bed. "Did I hurt you?" She gasping said:

	"No, no. Carry on." She had heard this phrase before, but where?
She could not concentrate in that moment that she was enjoying with that
strange young man. She felt for the first time in how her body was
responding to the caresses provided by this young, for her, professional
man. Therefore, she devoted herself to this man and ready to enjoy, as
Mrs. Maria, her truly mother, had instructed her. She found herself
screaming in delight as that strong orgasm reached her inner body, and
still he had not penetrated her; nevertheless, she felt his body got rigid
and his breath stop for a few seconds. Both remained quiet until he resumed
his ministration. "What a pity she has to leave early! Now she believed it
was a silly thing to keep lights off. She noticed the long eyelashes when
he was kissing her and his silky but straight hair, probably brown, or
black, but well cared.

The night went on; a few times I observed those sparking eyes in the dim
moonlight. We fucked until we were spent. I collapsed on top of her in my
last strong orgasm, emptying my last seeds into her. I slid to my side and
kissed her tenderly on the lips. She was asleep. I was tempted to put the
lights on, but I thought she had her own reasons and I did not want to
betray them. I thought that the morning light would give me a better view.

She woke up at dawn; went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. She got
dressed, stared at the man on the bed; he was hard asleep, his left
shoulder uncovered and in the dim light coming from the bathroom, she
placed a quick kiss on his bare shoulder; she noticed an old scar and could
see the now large mole behind his left ear. She grinned and murmured:

	"Goodbye and good luck Jack." She carefully closed the door and
left-

However, when I woke up the following morning, I was alone in my bed. She
had gone; probably to join someone else's bed. I was thinking about this,
my head on the pillow and my nose buried in where her hair had been. I
noticed a familiar smell but I could not identify. I tried all perfume in
the bathroom, soap, etc, but none smelled the same. I forgot it and
concentrated on getting ready for our return home. I met Frankie and he
told me about his night. After kissing Mrs. Maria and saying goodbye, we
took a taxi to the airport.

Two hours later, we were getting ready to land. My heart jumped in emotion
when the plane gave a long run to the sea to land in a different
direction. I saw the river our village and clearly, I could distinguish my
farm and a couple of minutes later, Charles' large villa near the sea. Both
sighed. In that moment came to my memory those fantastic days ten years
back. It seemed so near... We landed and hired a car for the whole
month. Half an hour later, we were crossing the village as strangers; we
saw a road indication "To Herman's Institution". From the road, we could
see a mass of buildings and many boys and girls playing some sports. We had
agreed to meet the family in the farm, so, a few minutes later we were
parking in front of the main house.  Our parents received us with a great
mutual hugs; tears and emotions overtook us.

My sisters and nephews; some of them with babies in her arms surrounded
us. We made each other many questions and answers. Suddenly I saw a 11 y/o
duplicate of Francis, but he had brown hair and large black eyes. We looked
each other; I extended my arm to him:

	"Little Frank..." He ran into my arms proudly that I had recognized
him; he was five when we left and I could not see him when we
departed. Everybody had changed a lot. I missed some of them: The twins
were in Japan giving some guitar concerts. Joan was in LA with little
Charlie to start University together. Francis, we had left him working in
the hospital; he would come next year. He was fully devoted to his career,
no mattering hours and days; he lived with us in our little flat.

I found my dad and Frank very deteriorated, they were old, well over 70,
however they looked even older. Sometime later, when we were in my room,
Frankie locked the door. I thought he was going to evoke some of our past
nights in that room; I felt uncomfortable. He sat on the bed, put his head
between his hands, and looked at me; he then motioned me to sit near him
and I did.

	"Have you observed our fathers?" Before I could answer, he raised
his head and I could see tears running along his cheeks. As many times in
the past, he hugged me and cried softly on my shoulders. When we calmed
down he continued: "John, probably this will be the last time we see them
alive.

	"What are you talking about? They are 77 and look older than they
should, but..."

	"I am near a neurologist John; I have seen hundreds of men and
women like them during the past five years. I know what I am talking about;
one year, maybe two and they will be gone." This time I was the one to cry
on his chest, I felt his hand caressing my hair and kissing it as when we
were boys."

	"What, what, what do you suggest? Are you sure?"

	"God knows that I would like to be wrong, but it is too evident,
that is the reason I locked the door." I grinned, he saw that and asked:
"Why are you grinning?"

	"Sorry Frankie. For a moment I thought you were going to start
making love as in the past." He also grinned.

	"You well know we are over that since long time ago, even you would
reject it in case I wanted it; but I don't."

	"You know I wouldn't, even if that meant a sacrifice to me. We have
been too important to each other in our lives and our mutual love is still
within our souls."

	"I know that John, and it will be forever, as we many times
promised on this bed." We kissed on the lips and hugged tenderly in a
mutual consolation. "I think we should talk to Jim and Francis and request
their opinion. Later on, we can decide what to do. Now let's wash our faces
and join the family downstairs." Later that afternoon we went to the beach
to see Jim, Fran‡oise, and Margarita. She had two little blondes of two
and one year old; and another one on the way due to come in six months
time. We joked about that fact; she hugged Fran‡oise.

	"I love too much my husband and he likes babies as much as I do.

We spent the whole month from one side to other, taking our parents every
day to a different place. One night during the last week, after dinner,
Frank and my dad said:

	"Ladies, we need to talk to the boys. It is a lovely warm night,
the moon is shining with the best splendour, and we want to talk to
them. Do you mind?" Margaret looked to my mom and they nodded. We started
walking to the oranges fields, my dad then said:

	"It seems that only a few days has elapsed since you were playing
round us, however ten years have gone and you both are men. Please John,
Frankie, we are old and from time to time, we lose track about where we
have been or talked just minutes before; however, we are not silly." Two
tears came in silence from my eyes and I tried he could not see them; I
looked at Frankie in order he could come to my rescue, as usual he did.

	"Dad how long is it that you lose track of things?"

	"Approximately one year, nevertheless, since a few weeks it is
happening more frequent. Isn't it Michael?" My dad then answered.

	"What are you talking about, Frank? We looked at each other. Then
Frankie said:

	"We like to be with you because it is a long time we left, and
besides it will also be a few years before we return again. But I want you,
Michael, to promise us you will never again drive any type of vehicle. Your
bones are very weak and could cause a serious injure at your ages."  They
looked to us, put their arm round their shoulders, as they used to do when
they were boys, and started to walk home in silence.

Some days after that we talked to the adults, including our moms about the
risks of starting taking them to doctors or whatever; they were seriously
sick and probably we would not see them again. Then Jim asked:

	"Frankie, you look very sure and we believe you, but could not you
be wrong?"

	"Jim, I would give half of my life to be wrong, however the
symptoms are very clear and I have treated hundreds patients. They are now
in a primary advanced stage, in a few months they would not be able to
recognize you at times; some time later they will be absolutely absent;
from that moment... it is question of weeks. Up to now, unfortunately,
there is not cure for it.  We are investigating very hard, but the outcome
is very poor.

	"What about if we take them to a professional?" Margarita
asked. "In France there are good doctors we are very close to some of
them. We lose nothing trying."

	"I do agree with you, Margarita." Frankie said. "But if a good
professional confirm my diagnostic, please stop running from one hospital
to another. Leave Mother Nature to operate."  These words had all the
common sense of the world and facts were accepted. A year later, while
Frankie and I were receiving the congratulations for being doctors in
neurology and economy, respectively, with a difference of two hours, they
died in peace. Margaret and my mom made all to promise not to tell us
anything until a week was over. Francis was in our graduation and he hugged
us very tight with tears. He knew it, but wanted us to enjoy that wonderful
day.

Chapter 29.- The graduation ---------------------------

The holidays ended and we said goodbye to everybody. In Madrid, we
explained to Mrs. Maria and father Angel our problems. We dined together;
Frankie was not as affected as I was; he was used to see sicknesses in the
Hospital, but my heart could not stop thinking about it. Mrs.  Maria gave
me good advices and took me to bed with her. A few minutes later, I forgot
everything; she was what I thought right from the beginning, an excellent
sex professional and a good woman. We talked about everything and I gave
her a few advices on investment and how to carry out with her new Company,
promising to keep her posted with my new ideas, just in case she wanted to
follow them. The next day we flew back to NY where Francis received us.  We
told him everything about his grandpas and especially about Nuria
babies. Soon we were engulfed in our daily tasks and duties, and we did
even stronger, trying to forget what we had found in Spain. A year passed
and we received our titles. Frankie became a resident MD and the Hospital
provided him with a lovely large flat, taking Francis to live with him. The
following day of our graduation, Mr. Lemur called me to his office:

	"John, I have very good news for you. Please sit down." He ordered
some coffee and instructed his secretary not to pass any call. He extracted
a few envelopes, already open and placed them on top of his desk. He
continued: "All these letters come from the Managements of the most
important banks in N.Y. They have been received in the Dean's office; all
are looking for your talent and like you to join their companies. They are
not silly, and have found out our profits during the past years and who
made them. Believe me, they are very tentative for a young economist
master; however, to those we have added ours; it is not the best of them,
but it is not the worst. I want you to read them carefully and let us know
your decision. Whichever it is, we will always be good friends and ready to
help you." I looked into that man's eyes and I knew he was honest, besides
they had given me the opportunity and the tools to become what I was: An
economist and a young rich man, though he did not know this fact. I then
said:

	"Mr. Lemur, you have been patient and as my father in this great
country, and as a good son I must thank you for all your help..." As I
paused, I could see the man thinking, probably expecting a rejection from
my part, as many would do in my case would do. He would not be surprised as
he knew how most young American men would behave in these circumstances. I
continued: "Mr. Lemur, in what I am concerned, you can throw all those
letters into the waste paper basket. I want to be with you and the Company
as long as you want me." I near could see some water in the old man's
eyes. He raised and hugged me very close. He then shouted:

	"What about that coffee, Mary!" The secretary entered with a tray
and placed it on the table: "Please Mary, call the General Board Director's
office and place a request for a meeting, assistants: Mr. Martinez, and
both of us. Subject:: New Manager hiring." John, I have been appointed
General Investment Director, you would be my personal assistant and in
fact, the second Manager. You and I will take general decisions that will
affect this Company and many persons who have relied on us with their
money. Be careful, because many of them in the Company will envy you, but
most of them have neither your capacity nor your preparation. Don't argue
with them; when you have a decision we will always discuss it, even if
necessary you can speak to the General Board." I could not believe what he
was telling me. That was a position that normally a man reaches when he is
over 40 y/o or even more.

	"I am amazed, sir. Do you think I deserve that?"

	"Absolutely; you have already demonstrated it. Still there is
more. Next Monday, after business closing, someone will take you to hire or
buy a house for you. A new car, credit cards, etc. are waiting for you
outside, I hope you like it. You are now a Manager of this Bank and as such
you have to appear." I raised myself and hugged him.

	"Thank you Sir. I would like to call father Angel as soon as I can
to tell him all about."

	"You will do. Once the house is ready, we'll prepare a little feast
to welcome you to our Company."

	I told Francis and Frankie all about my new appointment and the
salary; they could not believe it. The following day we went to see a state
agent who showed us several houses; we agreed on one in New Jersey that was
not very large for an executive manager, but it had an excellent connexion
with the City by rail. We discussed the fact of living the three together;
there was more than enough space for us. Frankie, due to his new duties
rejected the idea; however he did not discard to spend most of the weekends
in the house. Francis jumped in joy and the following day we moved to the
house. I was very happy and that night, after dinner, I noticed Francis was
not comfortable. He sometimes called me Uncle John when he had problems or
it was a serious matter. That night we went to bed to our respective rooms,
however within a few minutes he appeared at door, naked as he used to
sleep. His still near teenager's body beaming. I noticed he was near to
break crying.

	"Uncle John, may, may, may I to sleep with you?" It seemed strange;
he was not homosexual and we had not had sexual contacts since he was 14
y/o. I patted the bed and he went under the covers; however, in that moment
he started crying inconsolably. I caressed his silky hair and his back
waiting he emptied his tension. After a few minutes he raised from my
chest: "You may believe still I am a baby, but I don't know how I have been
able to endure it."

	"To endure what, Francis?" He started again crying, and between
sobs, he could say.

	"Grandpas died more than a week ago." I could not believe his
words.

	"That's impossible Francis! I, I, phoned three days ago when I was
graduated and they told me they were O.K." In my heart I knew he was
telling me the truth, but I rejected to believe it, I did not like to
believe him! I also could not stop my tears and we hugged tenderly sobbing
as two frightened little boys abandoned in the middle of a desert. When we
were calmed, I kissed him and he kissed me on the lips gently, as we had
done many times in my bed. I don't know why, but my dick was very hard and
his too. I felt it pressing against my crotch; he then, kissed me
passionately and I welcomed his tongue inside my mouth. He raised, put
those lovely blue eyes on mine and said:

	"John, please, I want you to fuck me tonight." I was astonished, I
caressed his hair as when he was a little boy and I kissed him again gently
and tenderly.

	"Francis, you are not homosexual, unless I am wrong. Why this?"

	"You are right. I love girls and as soon as I am a MD, I'll get
married. Only you excite me and old times come to me, like tonight. I would
love you into me John. Please, please, don't say no. I promise I'll try
this be the last time." I looked into those beautiful eyes and kissed them.

	"You don't need to promise me anything Francis because I would not
be able to deny you anything. By the way, does Frankie know about grandpa
death?

	"Yes, he does. He knew it two days ago, but he did not have the
strength to tell you. My parents and grandma told me not to tell you until
everything were over. We can do nothing, except to pray for them."

After sometime, he straddled me and with some pain at the beginning, he
impaled himself on my dick. I have to recognize, that I enjoyed it a lot;
we did it until we were exhausted and our bodies could not resist
anymore. Soon we drifted to sleep peacefully, cuddled into each other
arms. We slept many times together, however, that was the last time we did
it; he married Mr.  Lemur's daughter three years later. She worked in the
same hospital as cardiology specialist.

We succeeded on our investments; I had risked my money many times but my
account in Switzerland had terrible increased; no one, except me, knew
about my large fortune. I travelled to Europe many times, especially to
Germany, Italy, France and Spain. That gave me the opportunity to contact
the family, even to take Francis with me the following year. As Mr. Lemur
told me, he was very glad with the proposed marriage and that Francis was
extremely good as a neurosurgeon, a promise to become one of the best in
America. They travelled to Europe and met all the family; the girl was very
happy to find so a large family since she was the only daughter.

Fran‡oise designed the dress and Nuria little boys acted as pageboys. It
was a great event; Mr.  Lemur was astonished as we celebrate the wedding in
a European style, in the JJ Church and the banquet in the best of Carl's
restaurant in N.Y., menu prepared by the already well-known James
Martinez. From Spain came Francis' total family; little Frank was already a
teenager.  Charlie and Joan from LA; Carl, Charles and the rest from France
also joined us. In the wedding, Frankie fell in love with Jeanette, Charlie
new sister; they married two years later. I tried to bring my mom and
Margaret, but both rejected the idea.

In view our success, when I was 26, Mr. Lemur and the General Director,
appointed me as Investment South Europe General Manager, reporting directly
to them; also, Supervisor of Investments made thru our office in Cologne;
so very often I had to travel to Germany. I had excellent connexions with
Mrs. Maria and used to talk about Government's plans after the dictator's
death; she knew about it more than anybody else.

The Bank bought for my own property a lovely house in a village in the
outskirt of Madrid, near an old and prestigious English School. The house
was built in a record time, designed for possible extensions in case I got
married and have many children. I thought to bring my mother with me since
I had no plans or girl to marry. I was too engulfed on business. Mrs. Maria
told me several times she loved children, she had had none of her own, but
she enjoyed with the pictures that her old "employees", that had married
good men, sent her.

Two years later, upon the return of one of these hard trips to Germany, I
called on her house because; I wanted to spend sometime with her and have a
good fuck to release the tensions.  When I arrived and after the formal
kiss, she said:

	"John, today is available that girl you have asked me many times;
she is the best girl that I have; intelligent and with a high education;
however, sometimes her temper is not as good as it should be, but she is a
high professional; she is known as Marilee, of course that is not her real
name. Long time ago I would have converted her in my second in command, but
she always rejects the idea; she need to be free and have time for
herself. I love her as if she were my own daughter, A few times when I had
been sick she was always near my bed to look after me."

	"Fantastic mom. I don't mind, I'm anxious to know her." She grinned
wickedly and I took the lift to the last floor where the suite was. I
knocked on the door.

	"Come in, please." I entered and I saw a wonderful woman of my age;
large brown eyes and long hair to her shoulders. I could notice the lack of
makeup on her face; however she was a real pretty woman, a beauty. My dick
started to grow immediately. I wanted to spend the whole night with her,
nevertheless she had different plans, because, as soon as I entered she
started to strip me.

	"Sorry Marilee, but I want to do it on my own way." She looked at
me deeply in the eyes.

	"I have no time, for sweetness; I must leave as soon as I finish
with you." She talked to me as if I was her servant and with displacement,
but deeply in me I did not feel offended.

	"If you have something important, you should go." She looked at me
again; surprised; that would have not been a normal answer from a customer,
and she knew I was considered special.

	"To be frank with you, I need your money. I have a family and they
need to live."

	"That's no problem, young lady." I extracted my wallet and placed
the double of normal fares in dollars. "Your family should be above all,
and as I told you that night a few years ago, I see no differences in
respect between a woman and a man. I would do the same." She blushed and
quickly took the money.

	"You have been here only five minutes; my time is expensive, but
not as much as that."  I grinned to her.

	"Well, let's say I'm buying your promise to gladly accept me next
time." She smiled at me; her eyes sparked.

	"I promise to compensate you. Please phone me and I will get some
space for you."

	"Like the doctors?"

	"Yes. In fact I need one today." I went to the door and looked back
before closing the door.

	"Please, keep yourself healthy; that's the most important thing for
your family and...  me, of course."

I closed the door and descended to say goodbye to Mrs. Maria, but he
refused to leave me going.

	"I hate to be for the leftovers, but even so, you are a first class
food." We smiled and spent the night together. The following month I called
Marilee and she was anxious to pay me back. I took her for dinner and after
that, we fucked as if there was not tomorrow. I started visiting her every
time more often. We always agreed a determined day while we had not
compromises, and normally had dinner, danced and spent the night
together. I felt she was happier, increasingly friendly every time. We
spent a year like that and we became good friends, however, instinctively,
she never asked me about my job or for my past and I did the same to her.

One evening that she could not stay until later, I followed her little
car. I found she lived in a new and modern suburb of the large city in a
new block. Before she parked the car, I saw a tender scene. She stopped in
a little park near his house; an old woman approached her and a little boy,
of about 5 or 6, jumped into her arms. I felt ashamed but I could do
nothing; slowly I passed trying to get a good look, but she was back to
me. Only I could see the boy long wavy hair on her neck. I envied her.

It was near Christmas and I made a trip to Germany to close some
business. Things were very well and I had received congratulations from
USA, the only problem was that I felt alone. Mom did not liked to come,
nevertheless from time to time I received some visits from them. Walking
along the commercial street in Cologne I thought about the little boy when
I saw a display of toys in the mall. I entered and bought a bike with all
the items that would like a little boy of 6 y/o.  The young man that
attended me said:

	"Sir, I have a boy of that age and brought him here in order he
showed me what he wanted, so I'll prepare a bike as he told me."

	"Excellent, there is not any better idea." I purchased the bike and
took it to the hotel.  From there, I phone Marilee whether she would be
available next day. She booked me for two days later that was Saturday. I
bought some perfume in the plane and on Saturday, I met her.  We had lunch
and after we fucked and had a good siesta, she said:

	"I'm sorry, I must go. I have some other obligations." I smiled.

	"I have some presents for you, and since I plan to go to see my old
mother, I would like to give them to you. She looked a little bit surprised
but she said:

	"Thanks John, but..." I extracted the little parcel from my jacket
and I gave it to her.  She kissed me on the cheeks. "You know my
preferences..." I did not dare to tell her about the other present.

	"I have something else in my car." She looked at me puzzled. "It
is, it is... a bike for your son." She looked at me again and I thought she
would explode, however, she slowly said:

	"How do you know I have a son?"

	"It was by accident. You live in my way home and I saw you hugging
that little angel..."  She got silence for a minute, probably thinking
whether I was interfering in her life.

	"Well the world will not crash for that, and since you know it I
would suggest you give it to him personally. I think he will be very happy
since he does not expect it." He is the best thing that has happened to me
in my life. You can imagine how I love him; especially if you have
children."

	"No, I haven't. I am not married yet; however I have a large
family..." She did not say anything and I stopped talking. That was the
first time we talked about our private lives.

	"Well, let's go. You can follow me into the garage. I have two
places for cars though I use only one. We entered in the parking and as she
said, the neighbour place had not been used, meaning she did not allow any
of her clients into her private life. I extracted the parcel and took the
lift to the last floor where there was only one door. While I was getting
out the parcel, she opened the door and I heard a child's yell:

	"Mammy, mammy!" The little boy jumped on his mom's arms and both
hugged and kissed. The boy was not used to see men in his house because his
large and beautiful black eyes looked at me. "Who is this gentleman, mom?
The little and educate boy asked:

	"Oh, he is... he is..." I came into her rescue.

	"I am your uncle John." He gazed at me and then a beautiful smile
came on his face that fascinated me:

	"Mom, you never told me I had an uncle." She was embarrassed as the
old woman that was taking care of the boy was also looking at me."

	"Well, it was because I wanted to give you a surprise. He also
wanted that. Isn't it John?"

	"Yes, that's it."

	"I am glad that I have an uncle like you." He extended his little
arms and we kissed on the cheeks. Then Marilee made the introduction to the
old woman as the boy asked: "What is this parcel, Uncle John?" The boy gave
me his little hand and led me to a sofa within a large living room,
furnished with good taste. When we were sat I said:

	"You see, a few days ago, in a far country, I saw Father Christmas
and the Three Mage Kings, and asked them whether I could take with me the
present that they might bring to you; then Father Christmas said, "Little
Jack is a good boy, I have no problems. Then one of the kings, the black
one, said: "We don't mind, too, but be careful, he does not like to be
called Jack, he want to be John." The little boy opened her lovely eyes
while his mother and the old woman were expecting how the tale ended.

	"I prefer the Mage Kings, and I love Balthazar, the black one. It
is not strange he gave you my present. What is it, Uncle John?"

	"Let's open the box. Besides the other kings told me they will also
bring a few toys to you, because you have been very good in the school."

	"They know me very well, Uncle John. You know? Next year I will
start school with older boys and I also will be a good boy." His mom was
expressing her love looking at our conversation. The old woman approached
him from behind and kissed him. However the great surprise came when I
opened the box and he could see the bike with so many spares, like light,
bell, etc. Suddenly he jumped on my lap, put her little arms round my neck
and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. "I love you, Uncle John." I did not
know what to say.

	"I love you, too." I asked for a tool to assemble the bike with
little wheels for balance.  When it was assembled he was
amazed. Immediately he tried to ride it, however the furniture did not
allow it.

	"Mom, please, can I ride it in the terrace?"

	"You can son, but you may not. It is near dark and very cold
outside. I don't want you to catch a cold."

	"I am strong, mom and never get sick, please, please, let me try."
I did not want to interfere between mother and son, but something told me
to do it.

	"Mary, you might just put on him some extra clothes. I'll look
after him, if you don't mind." The boy insisted.

	"Please mom, please." I don't know how she could resist those
beautiful eyes. I dare to go further.

	"John, perhaps your mom is right." I saw the little boy gaze on me
with disappointment.  "I'll tell you what we can do if your mom agrees. Now
I am going to move some of this furniture so you can ride from here to the
next room, and tomorrow I'll come back to pick you and your mom up; we'll
go to my house where I have a paved tennis court, I'd get rid of the net
and then you can easily ride it." Now I saw his mom gaze on me; I wondered
whether her eyes were sparking on satisfaction or otherwise she was cursing
me.

	"Please mom, please; don't say no. Please." I thought he would cry
as a whimsical boy, but he did not. His mom doubted and he insisted. "Mom
please, I'll be a good boy, please." She could not resist those deep black
eyes, as I would not have.

	"Alright, Mrs. Lopez will prepare something to eat and..." I
interrupted her.

	"You don't need to prepare anything; I have everything you might
need, so we can spend the whole day in there. It is a beautiful place and
I'm sure you will like it." I was to add that old lady could rest, but I
thought it was too much. Marilee looked at me and then to his son and she
nodded. I took off my jacket and separate part of the furniture. The little
boy was excited; he rode the bike carefully from one side to another
several times. He looked an intelligent lad because he did not insist on
continuing.

	"Mom, may I keep my bike in my room with my teddy bear?" She
smiled.

	"Yes son, you can. Now you will be a good boy, have your dinner and
go to bed; you must not be tired tomorrow. What about 10:00 am, John?"

	"Yes, that's a good time. It is not far, it is the village where
the mountains begin."

	"I am afraid I don't know much about the surroundings."

	"Never mind; I'll be at that time here.

That was a memorable day engraved in my heart. I picked them up and we came
home. It was a beautiful, shinning and chilly day. Little John was dressed
in a comfortable track dress, gloves, and helmet to protect from
accidents. His mom wore a woolen pullover, sunglasses and velvety wide
trousers. As soon as we came in, I introduced her to my housekeeper. A
middle- aged woman recommended by Mrs. Maria. The boy called my attention
and while the women got ready coffee we started with the bike. He was a
strong boy for his age and soon his cheeks were burning with excitement,
shouting and screaming happily as he progressed. After a couple of hours I
noticed the balance wheels were not helping him but disturbing.

	"John, try outside of the tennis court; ride everywhere round the
house." I could see his mom watching with pride her son's progress. I was
tired of running behind him. "John, let's have a rest and eat
something. Aren't you hungry?

	"Yes I am, Uncle John. But what about if you get rid of these
stupid wheels?" He looked at me. "Sorry, well... I mean these silly
wheels." I smiled and his little face beamed.

	"It is alright." I kneeled near him." You know, John, I was
thinking the same as you do; these wheels are for babies, not for a lovely
and handsome boy like you, however, don't tell anything to your mom,
otherwise she might object it." He jumped out from the bike, put his gloved
hands round my neck and hugged and kissed me.

	"I love you, Uncle John. I would have liked to see you before, but
never mind." Hand in hand we went into the house and the women had prepared
some coffee and biscuits, and a large glass of natural orange juice for the
boy. He loved it. After half an hour rest we resumed our task with the bike
without the balance wheels. At first he failed, nevertheless, after a few
tries he started running free. I still remember his beautiful face of
satisfaction screaming in happiness.

	"I got it!!! I got it Uncle John!!! Soon after a few advices to use
the brakes, he was running thru the garden and round the house. I entered
in the house and I called his mother.  Everybody was stunned about the
boy's performance. He was terribly excited, his cheeks like pink roses and
his lovely eyes making brighter. I felt very proud of him. He continued
riding until lunchtime. We had our meal and my housekeeper left us until
early Monday. We decided to walk along the houses that were near a large
pine forest. The boy wanted to bring the bike with him but we rejected the
idea; I wanted to talk to his mom, if I had the opportunity. Hand in hand
we walked and I could observe she was in silence as John talked and talked
about his lovely bike. Suddenly a group of boys and girls crossed with us,
waving their hands. John observed them: "Uncle John, the blond boy and that
of the curly hair are riding bikes as mine."

	"Probably. His mother is German and their Granny lives in
Germany. It is not strange they received them from their grandma."

	"Do you know them?" Mari asked.

	"Yes, they are very good and kind boys. They also have a little
sister a little bit older than John; probably nine or ten y/o. Their father
is an architect who bought all this land and built the houses. He is an
honest man. I had just a few conversations with him and his wife in the
tennis Club. They go every Saturday morning to play." In December the
sunset comes very early and the temperature gets chilled, so we returned
home. We played inside and watched some TV. "I want you to choose your
room, John." He looked surprised since he did not know we had decided to
spend the weekend there.

	"Are we going to sleep here? His mom lifted him to her chest and
kissed him.

	"Yes, if you like it."

	"I do, I do! Uncle John, tomorrow we will ride our bikes
together. Can we?"

	"Well, it depends on your mom."

	"We will see it tomorrow." Mari said. I took the little boy's hand
and went upstairs. There were two guest rooms and I showed him. He
inspected them carefully, and then he said:

	"I like this facing the forest. I love pine smell."

	"Ok, that will be yours forever. I'll bring the bike here for you;
however, in future times we will leave it in the garage." We had dinner and
Mari showered him for bed. Once in his pyjama, she tucked him in the bed.

	"Uncle John, can you stay with me for a while? I want you to tell
me a tale." Mari looked at me and nodded, that was not normal in his son,
but this was the first time he had an adult man round him.

	"Yes, I'll do. I'm not very good telling tales but..." I looked
back and we were alone. I noticed how the little boy moved his hands under
the covers. "What are you doing?" He blushed, and then said.

	"I hate sleeping with my underwear on, it presses my little soldier
and sometimes it felt uncomfortable." I understood him as he grinned at
me. When he felt ready he looked at me.  "Uncle John, can I tell you
something important? But you must promise not to tell mom."

	"Of course, I promise. What is it? "

	"Sometimes in the school, boys are mad on me because I have not a
father. I am taller and stronger than the rest of my class, so they respect
me, but I don't like it. I never tell mom about that because she is always
very busy. She always tells me that her love is greater than most of the
boys' parents together."

	"It is true John. She immensely loves you."

	"I would have liked that some of my friends would have seen me
today with you." He paused for a moment. "If I have a father I would like
he were like you." I could not resist the temptation and I hugged him
tenderly to my chest. He was too old for his age. I kissed him on the
forehead; I thought I could not disappoint him but I was to commit myself
to a serious problem; but I did not doubt it.

	"John, I will always be with you. What about if we develop a secret
between us? From now on I will be your dad and you will be my son. You can
name me like that whenever your mom is not present and I'll do the same to
you, however we must be very careful. She must never find out." He looked
into my eyes, extended his little arms and kissed me on the lips.

	"Yes dad. I love that. Can I tell it to my friends?

	"You can, but remember, this is a secret that mom should never find
out." I knew what I risked if Mari found out, but my soul could not stop
those beautiful and innocent eyes. He added in a low voice: "Dad, this is
much better that any beautiful story you could tell."  He kissed me on the
cheeks: "Good nights, dad." I kissed him back.

	"Good nights, sweet heart." I kissed him again and a few minutes
later he was asleep. I covered him and returned downstairs.

Chapter 30.- The doubts -----------------------

	"How is he?"

	"He's asleep."

	"Thanks John. I think he has enjoy today more than in the rest of
his short life."

	"I can help he continues being even happier. You well know my home
is open..." I was going to say to you and him; but I stopped. I did not
want to spoil the night. Instead, I took her hand on mine. "We also need to
be happy. Let's leave our problems behind and enjoy tonight as if we had
just known each other today." She sighed.

	"That would be an adventure, however, problems, happiness, and
unhappiness would remain unchanged tomorrow; the world will continue
running; people dieing and new ones coming into life. I would like to be a
great good Fairy and make this lovely land a paradise..."  She paused.

	"You are running into a philosophy that comes out from Mother
Nature." She looked at me.

	"Probably. I love that little creature of upstairs too much. I
would kill anyone who tries to hurt him. Today has been one of the happiest
days in my life seeing him how he screamed in joy. Today I am the one on
debt with you and I want to be even." I smiled. We sipped part of our drink
and hand in hand went to my room. Firstly, we peeked thru the little boy's
room. He was as I had left him, but with a beautiful angel grin on his pink
face. I have never fucked so eagerly, moaned, and groaned higher when my
orgasms arrived as it happened to her. It seemed we were retaining the
time. In the best of my orgasm suddenly the face and features of Helen came
into my mind as I saw her, more than fifteen years back in the cave; it was
so clear that unconsciously I said near in a whisper:

	"I love you Helen, I love you!!!" I noticed how she trembled as if
an electric current went thru her body for a second, pressing my butt and
my hard cock into her." Exhausted with that last orgasm, I slid to my
side. When we recovered, I kissed her tenderly while I played with her
black air, in the bliss produced after the intercourse. "Mary, I would like
to ask you something."  She then lying on her left elbow looked at me as
guessing my question. She did not say anything. "Perhaps you think I am
silly, but I am not. I want you to marry me and make this house a happy
place for little John and, I suppose, some more others who may come." She
closed her beautiful eyes and in the semi darkness of the room, I could see
water in them.

	"John, I would be ungrateful to you, and believe me I feared this
moment. Nothing would be greater than to marry you and build a new life
with my son; however, I cannot do it. You are too good, too honest and too
great; I would destroy your future. I am not a good person, John. I have
taken every opportunity to get money. I am a professional whore and I have
destroyed many families without caring who they were and what they did. My
only goal, especially after my son was born, has been to pile up money and
keep it in a safe account far from this country, just for him." She paused
for a moment and I hugged her.

	"Mary, please, don't blame yourself. It is a mother's normal
reaction."

	"No, John. I never told this to anybody, even to Mrs. Maria; but
since we fucked in that dark room seven years ago, I had the feeling that
this would happen. You have worked very hard. You have done a more than
satisfactory career on business and I am not going to spoil it.  I love you
John. I have loved you since that moment when you kissed me on the bar of
your bike, and especially when you did it in the middle of the street the
day before your departure to your new school. We only were kids..."

	"Helen!!! Oh my God!!!" I could not say anything because my eyes
blurred and my throat tightened as I hugged her to me. Gently she separated
from me and kissed me tenderly on my forehead. She then said:

	"I have heard how in the happiest part of our moment, unconsciously
you have named me. I hugged her again.

	"Helen, my beautiful girl!!!" You can't reject me, Helen!"

	"Yes I can, John. I am not that innocent and lovely girl that you
have loved, and you are not anymore that funny boy that got mad the entire
girls of the village. We have grown and have different ways of life."

	"I don't mind what others may think about you, if that is what you
are trying to say. You are a person and I will marry you, if you accept
me." She looked at me deeply in the eyes, kissed my lips and answered:

	"I am warning you John Mora, I am not the woman that you need. It
will be a hell in your family. No John, I can't. Sorry I can't spoil your
life."

 	"Helen, if your spoil my life it is only mine, nobody else's." She
kept silence for a few minutes.

	"John, let me think it over for a few weeks. Meanwhile I want to
ask you a great favour."

	"Consider it as granted. What is it?"

	"I want you to look after my son if anything happened to me."

	"Nothing would please me more than that. Therefore, from now on, if
you need to travel or go somewhere, I'll be his guardian. I want you to
contact me for anything. I really want to be his father, if you allow me
Helen." In that moment came into my mind the message I sent her after our
separation. Did she receive it? Would it be too late now to tell? My
obligation was to warn her about the danger she might have inherited from
her family; and what was more important, the danger that she could transmit
to her son. I decided to postpone it a few days asking her; we were living
beautiful moments and I did not want to spoil them.

On Sunday, I got up early, as usual and I started working in my
office. After a couple of hours, I heard some steps in the main living
room, as I raised my sight I saw in the door frame the most beautiful
creature I had ever seen. The little boy had in his right hand a teddy
bear, looked at me for a second and run to me. Quickly I left the papers on
the couch and opened my arms to receive him.

	"Good morning, dad!" I felt his little warm body against my chest
and his lips on my cheeks.

	"Good morning, my sweet heart." I kissed him back. Did you sleep
well?"

	"Oh yes, very well. Dad I think you need to shave." His little hand
caressed my unshaved face and them my hairy chest. "You have a lot of hair
dad; will I have hair like you when I grow up?"

	"I'm sure you will, even you will be higher and stronger than I
am."

	"You are joking, dad, I am not so strong as you are. You are like a
great bear. I love you, dad."

	"I love you too, son. However, if you like to become a strong and
healthy boy, you must eat a lot, run the bike and make many sports to
strengthen this little body. With the years, you will grow and become a
handsome young man so that all the girls will want and love you." He showed
a lovely smile.

	"I love to be with you and talk, dad."

	"Me too. But let's go to the kitchen and I'll prepare some lovely
toasts as my mom used to do for me."

	"Is she old, dad?"

	"Oh yes, very old."

	"Did your dad prepare toast to you when you were little?"

	"Yes, he did sometimes. He was very tall and strong and loved
music. He always bought me records of all kind and a friend of mine, who is
very clever about music, taught me how to play the piano."

	"Dad, will you teach me to play the piano?"

	"Why not? I am not so good as my friend, but good enough to start
with a little imp like you." I jabbed his little chest and started making
ticklish to him. He laughed as only a little boy can do, I raised him on my
shoulders and with laughs we went into the kitchen. Helen had heard the
child laughs and was standing on top of the stairs. She grinned and went
into the bathroom.  I prepared the toasts with honey and olive oil as
Frankie and I had done so many times, fresh coffee and natural orange
juice.

	"I love the smell, dad. Will you always cook breakfast for me?"

	"Whenever we are together, I will and if your mom permits us, I'll
take you to our family's farm to see the orange trees; they are especially
beautiful when they are in blossom.

	"But dad, I am not really your son, what would they say?" My heart
broke; I kneeled in front of him.

	"How do you know I am not your dad?" He could not answer my
question because he had not a reply for that. He smiled as I continued: "We
are father and son now. We agreed it, didn't we?"

	"Yes, we are. I don't need to tell anybody a different thing."

	"That's correct, because nobody, except your mom, will love you
more than I do." I kissed him. Now let's eat, I am hungry." We ate slowly
supporting the many questions that a little child can do about
everything. Helen joined us a few minutes later and we enjoyed those
moments together. We rode our bikes while she remained at home; during our
little hike, we crossed with the blond and black haired brothers.

	"Good morning Mr. Mora, said the young lad stopping for a
while. The blond looked to John.

	"He is your son, isn't he, Mr. Mora?" John replied for me.

	"Yes, he is my dad." Then the black haired teenager said:

	"You don't need to say it, little devil; you look a lot
alike. Which is your name? Mine is Josh and this is my brother Nick."

	"My name's John. Glad to meet you. I will be six soon." The answer
surprised the young lads and me. They smiled and then Nick said:

	"Well, we hope you will invite us to your birthday party."

	"I will." Josh ruffled the boy hair.

	"Glad to meet you, John. Bye Mr. Mora. They did not wait the little
boy answer and started pedalling to the village. We spent the weekend
enjoying together and early on Monday we returned to the city. I became a
frequent visitor to their house. Every weekend that I was not abroad; I
took mother and son to my house. Business had increased and money flowed as
in a spring. Without making great efforts, the Company increased greatly
the benefits and my money too. In fact I had a fair fortune. I had a few
people working for me; however I needed a supervisor or Manager who could
take care of small business. In one of my journeys to US Mr.  Lemur said:

	"John, the Bank and especially the Company are very, very satisfied
with you. The General Director have suggested to the Board you become the
European General Mgr., all members without exception agreed to it, of
course subject to your decision.

	"Thanks Mr. Lemur. You know I am not ambitious and I suppose in
Germany there must be great persons to do the task."

	"Yes there are, but not as good as you are. The Bank is very
selfish in money terms, and they know you will do much better; however, we
are not hurry; take your time. I even can wait a year."

	"Thanks, I'll think it over. By the way, I need a Manager in Madrid
who would look after the small business while I concentrate on the big
ones."

	"You are Southern Europe General Manager, therefore you can hire
whoever you think is capable; we will only comply with the procedure by
interviewing him/her here. Don't we have any person within our current
staff in there?"

	"Unfortunately not. They are all good administrative persons, but
not decision makers.  I'll see in the University records. I have good
friends there. I'll transmit you the outcome. And now, if you don't mind, I
want to see your grandchildren, that little blond girl make me mad." The
man smiled satisfied, Francis and his daughter had already a boy and a girl
of three and two years old, respectively. He then said:

	"John, you love children, I would be very happy being in a wedding
of yours."

	"Thanks George. Perhaps I'll give you a surprise, but I still need
to think about, I am still young."

I returned home. It was Friday evening when I landed in Madrid and as
usual, I dropped on Helen's home. She was not there but my "son" received
me as usual. I always bought something for him; he eagerly wanted my
return. It was not a secret for the old lady who looked after John that he
called me dad and she was very happy. She was a good woman and always I got
something for her grandchildren. She thanked me these little details.

	"Mr. Mora, Helen has called and she cannot be here, she did not say
where she was, but the phone seemed very far. I had planned to go to see my
family and she agreed...

	"Don't worry; I'll take John with me. I have installed a child
chair in my car, so I can carry him safely. Please prepare some clothes for
him. I'll bring him next Monday morning and I can drop him in the school,
if necessary."

	"Thank you Mr. Mora. You make me a great favour." John, after the
normal kissing and hugging was doing some little home works; he should do
nothing at home, but the teachers gave him something to do, just to
encourage him and start assuming little responsibilities. In a low whisper
I said on his ear: "Come on my beautiful son, we will spend the weekend
together at home." He looked at me in surprise. We always went the three
together.

	"But mom is not here and..."

	"She is engaged in business far away and called while you were in
the school."

	"Oh lovely, dad, I want to be alone with you, to have you only for
me to talk and do things together." I smiled because I understood
him. "I'll get ready in a minute. Will we dine here?

	"No. My housekeeper has everything ready for us. We will be in our
own the whole weekend. If mom comes, she will join us in there." I picked
up the small luggage and descended to the garage. I sat him in his own seat
and we left. Half an hour later we were entering in my house. The
housekeeper received and kissed him.

	"How is the most beautiful boy of the world?" The little boy
grinned and hugged the lady.  She, as the rest of us, had fallen into the
boy's love-net.

	"Very well, thanks; I'll be here for the weekend." She grinned at
me and said:

	"Dinner is ready in the kitchen. I'll be back on Monday. Have nice
weekend."

	"The same to you." She left. My little boy looked around
himself. The sunset comes very late in May, and still was time to enjoy
outside, besides it was very warm. "Dad, we are alone!  Can I run?" I
ruffled his waiving silky hair.

	"You can run, scream, shout, stay dressed, stay naked, ride the
bike, go to bed..... in summary, do whatever you like!"

	"Really?"

	"Yes, really." He looked at me and in seconds he stripped down and
started to run into the house from one room to another. Then from the top
of the stairs he shouted in his pitchy lovely voice:

	"I love my dad!!!. I love my dad!!!" I laughed and he laughed and
ran. When he was tired of running, he took my keys, and took the bike from
the basement. Naked as he was he started pedalling round the house avoiding
the front part, so nobody could see him. He enjoyed as only a little child
can do when he feels free. I thought how much this little boy needed the
open spaces to grow healthy and strong. I watched him from the living room
thru the large glass window that faced the back garden and the tennis
court. He had a beautiful strong body, full but not fatty and very tall for
his age. He looked more a seven y/o than a near six. I was sat on an
armchair watching him; when he was tired of running and riding the bike; he
left it outside and ran, jumping on my chest. The sun had already
disappeared, however he was sweating; I could see the sweat running thru
his crotch his little dick sticking out as if it were erected. He kissed
me.

	"Young lad, before you get cold, run upstairs and have a good
bath. Do you need me?"

	"No, dad. I am old enough to bath myself. I'll leave the door open
just in case I need something."

	"In that case, please, use this bathroom here; otherwise I could
not hear you." I patted him in the butt. Soon I heard the water running and
how he jumped into it. I had brought some rubber toys and he enjoyed
playing into the warm water. As usual, I had to take him out; otherwise, he
would be there for the whole night. I prepared dinner and put it on the
kitchen table. I wrapped him in a large towel and dried him, dressing in a
thick cotton gown. "Did you enjoy your bath?" He extended his little arm in
a clear motion to take him on my arms. I did and he took the opportunity to
kiss me.

	"I love you, dad. I love you a lot." I kissed him back.

	"How much is that love?" He thought for a moment, puzzled. He
raised his little arms motioning.

	"Well, like this house, or maybe more, like all these forests and
mountains." I hugged him to my chest and transported him to the kitchen,
then, we ate in silence because I had taught him only to speak when we
finished, unless he had something important that could not wait.

	"Now time for bed. Tomorrow we will go to the market in the
village. I want to buy fresh vegetables to cook something special for us,
so you need to rest." He hopped on top of my back.

	"Please, dad, carry me like a horse." I took him in my back,
running along the living room and stairs, giving little jumps. I went to
his room, but he stopped me. "Dad, can I sleep in your bed with you?" As I
doubted he insisted. "Please, dad, please." I turned around and I dropped
him on my large bed. Probably due to the rub against my back his little
dick was hard erect. He dropped down the gown, he was start naked. He lay
on the bed and, as if I had not noticed his erection, I covered him. I sat
near him and kissed him good nights. Then, pointing to his dick he said:
"Dad, my little soldier is annoyed and does not want to sleep."

	"Well, you are the commander; you must order him to sleep." I
smiled.

. "He is very disobedient." He slyly said.

	"In that case, what shall we do?" He smiled.

	"I'll tell you dad, if you promise me not to tell anybody. It is
our secret." I raised my hand.

	"I promise."

	"Well sometimes I lay on my tummy and rub it against the sheet up
and down until the nice feeling make him sleep, but that hurts a little;
but the best is, when mom is at home and we are alone, she put it into her
mouth as a lollipop. That's fantastic. Would you do it?" He watched
quizzically waiting for my answer.

	"Well, I can do it, but you must promise me you won't tell anyone,
even mom." He raised his naked body.

	"I promise." I took the opportunity to teach him some new words
that he might hear in the next future.

	"Why do you call it your little soldier?"

	"Mom told me because he is hard upright, like the soldiers we saw
in the royal palace guarding."

	"Its real name is penis. Little boys can call it prickle or
weenie. Older boys call it dick, cock or meat; however, a well-educated
little boy should not use those words, especially when adults are
present. When you are alone, you can avoid hurting it by putting your hand
between the sheets and your tummy with some saliva in it. I'll show you."
He quickly went on his tummy, spitted on his right hand, and started moving
up and down. When I thought he would continue with his masturbation, he
stopped and turned over, his little dick harder than before.

	"Yes, it feels good, but I prefer if you suck it." I understood he
was a beautiful boy but also a little devil. I smiled and as he was lying
on his back with a lovely grin, I started giving my son his first
blowjob. I kissed him a peck on the lips and started flicking my tongue
round his neck, he squirmed in delight and started to laugh uncontrollably
as he felt the ticklish sensations; that increased when I licked his arm
pits, and much more when I sucked his little nipples. Probably he was
receiving a ticklish and sexual sensation that, of course, he could not
identify. "It feels good your tickle, dad." I put his little dick into my
mouth and carefully with my lips I retracted his foreskin and touched the
little sensible head. He shivered and moaned when my tongue licked it. I
took his little pack sucking it totally. He wasn't now laughing; he had his
eyes closed and was breathing erratically, his hand on my head. After a few
minutes, his little soldier started getting flaccid. He was asleep. I
covered him, kissed his forehead, and went downstairs to start working. I
could observe my dick had not reacted sexually in front of that beautiful
scene; however, I felt an enormity happiness and full of joy. When I ended
my work, I went to bed, cuddling him against my chest. His little rounded
bum pressing against my belly.

I woke up the following morning as the sun streamed thru the window
blades. I kissed him on the cheeks and immediately he woke up.

	"Did you sleep well, lazy?" He kissed me, then, he jumped on top of
me and started a ticklish session. I was as sensitive as he was, that was
my weak point that Frankie and the other boys exploded during our school
days.

	"Lazy, lazy: your are the laziest of the world!."

	"Please John, stop, stop. I am too sensitive to ticklish, please."
I had to jump from the bed naked as I was. "I need to pee, my bladder is
full."

	"Me, too." I quickly showered. When he came, I was on my shorts
shaving. He showered while he was asking me what we were going to do
next. After breakfast we went to the village to the market, many women
selling their farm products knew me, one of them said:

	"What a beautiful boy you have, Mr. Mora." Before I could answer,
John said:

	"Thanks Mrs., he is my dad, and this is the first time I come to
the market."

	"I am sure he is. You resemble like two drops of water." I smiled
to the woman.

	"Certainly my son is a great boy."

	"You know, my dad has taught me to ride my bike, I do now without
any balance wheels."

	"Really? You look as a clever lad. Congratulations!" We bought what
we needed and soon returned home; John was anxious to ride his bike; he
stripped naked and I put some cream to protect him from sunburns. We spent
that lovely day together, joking. I prepared lunch a typical Spanish dish
that he loved. I thought it was not strange he was a strong boy, he ate
near as an adult, and nevertheless, he was not fat. After a tiring day, we
went to have a shower before going into bed.

	"Dad, can we bath or shower together? I would like to soap and
scrub your back, and you do the same to me."

	"Excellent idea!" I filled the large rounded tub with warm water
and we sat in front of each other. With the heat my cock got semi erected
and that called the child's attention.

	"Dad, your penis..." he smiled satisfied saying the correct
word. "Your penis is huge.  Do you think when I grow, mine will be the
same?"

	"Probably, even bigger. Because you will be taller than I am."

	"Dad, can I touch it for a moment?" I doubted to accept my son's
request, but we were doing intimate things and now I could not argue."

	"Well..." He stood and took my dick in his little hands looking it
with curiosity for a moment. He then sat back again.

	"Dad, your balls are also big and hanging."

	"Yours would be the same when you are round fourteen. By the way,
their real names are testicles." I felt he was satisfied, he grinned. "Are
you ready to soap my back?"

	"Yes." He put some shampoo on the sponge scrubbed my back, then put
some on my hair and started scrubbing my scalp. "I love to touch your hair
with soap, dad. It feels very good."  As he was soaping my neck, he
suddenly stopped: "Dad, you have a mole behind your ear!"

	"Yes. All my nephews, not nieces, and their sons have it. It is
like a family mark."

	"I understand; that's why I have it, too." I stopped breathing and
my heart jumped at the boy's word.

	"Do you... Please, turn around John." He surprised looked at me,
sat on my lap and I examined his left ear. It was exactly the same as I
could remember on Francis, Joan, or the twins. I turned him around and I
hugged him to my chest; I could not help tears coming down my cheeks. He
could not understand that emotional explosion.

	"Dad, why are you crying? Have I said anything wrong?"

	"Oh my son, my beautiful son!" I took his little hands in mine and
I kissed them. "John these tears are of happiness and joy, you are really
my son! Not just that you called me dad, but I am you real father, and you
are my real son." The little boy understood it but he had many questions
that I could not answer him right there, nevertheless he hugged and kissed
me.

	"Dad, I knew you were my dad, no one, except mom, has loved me like
you, and I have not loved anyone like I love you.

Chapter 31.- Difficult answers -----------------------------

After we finished bathing, I took him on my arms and sat on the bed without
releasing him, his little head on my chest. We remained like that for a
long time; my thoughts came storming in as a hurricane. I found an
explanation, probably Helen got pregnant when Frankie and I came near seven
years back.

	"John, is your birthday in June?"

	"Yes dad, on the tenth."

	"That coincides perfectly. There is not doubt." I said just for
myself.

	"What coincides dad?" I smiled and kissed him.

	"You are too little to understand, John. The little boy thought for
a moment and then asked.

	"Dad, do I change my name from now on, because you are called John
Mora and I am John Lopez?" How could I explain to my son that he had a
wrong surname?

	"John, by now, you must keep that surname. I must speak to mom and
to the school; however you can't say it to anybody. We will give then a
surprise." He wrapped his arms round my naked waist and I kissed his silky
hair. "Now we must sleep."

	"Dad, many boys in the school have cousins and uncles..."

	"You have a large family, John, however all your cousins are too
old for you, however, their sons are all of your age and younger. Hold a
minute." I left him on the bed and I extracted a photo album from one of
the drawers. I opened it for the first page where there was a baby and a
few photos, one of them round his age."

	"Dad, who is this baby? Oh! and this boy has my face, dad, except
he has short hair and this funny tuft in it."

	"These old couple is your grandparents, and all these are my
pictures when I was a little boy like you are."

	"You were a beautiful boy, too, dad." I hugged him again. We
browsed the pages showing him pictures with Frankie, Francis and the little
Joan together with my sisters."

	"Dad, but all aunties and uncles are very old, how happen you were
of the same age of their sons?" How could I explain to a boy of six that?

	"Well, the problem was that I was born too late, when the others
had grown up, so your cousins were my friends and we played together. Most
of them are married, except the young Frank that is a teenager. He was the
last to be born. Now you are the last." I showed him the last pictures of
Fran‡oise's elder son that now was seven. He avidly asked questions and
more questions. Then he said:

	"Dad, I would like to see all of them. And you know, I am very
happy I have a large family."

	"John, you can't say a single word of this to mom. I promise to
take you soon to my place so you know your old cousins. We will travel very
far, to France and USA and you will know all these blonde cousins that you
have, however, we need to talk to mom before, and besides, I must do a lot
of papers; so you must keep secret about all of this.

	"I will, dad, and when it is ready we will say it to mom. I'm sure
she will be very happy. I love you dad. I love you a lot."

	"I love you, too, son." I dragged the covers and he cuddled between
my arms. I could not stop kissing his silky hair. A few minutes later, he
was asleep. However, the events overwhelmed my mind about what would happen
in the future. Helen may not want to marry me. She could refuse to allow
John to see his real family. Legally I could do nothing, except to wait
until the child reached his adulthood and could decide by himself. On the
other hand, perhaps she could do otherwise. Why not? In any case, even if
she rejected it, I'll protect my son and I'll wait... I can't remember at
what time I got asleep, but I was awoken by my son that was shaking me:

	"Dad, dad, it is very late, come on lazy, I am hungry and want to
ride my bike." I shrugged my eyes, looked at my wristwatch: 10:00 am. I
looked at my precious boy and started make ticklish him. He rolled from one
side to other on the bed laughing: "Please dad please, stops." He managed
to escape from me out of the bed and immediately came to start doing the
same to me. I jumped out and quickly went into the bathroom followed by
him. He was dressed only in lovely shorts that covered half of his rounded
thighs. I raised him so his head was near the ceiling.

	"I'll keep you up there, unless you give a great kiss to your dad."
He reached my head and I brought him to my chest, his leg wrapped round my
waist. He looked into my eyes and kissed me on the lips a tender a long
kiss.

	"I love you dad. I love you very much." I kissed him back and
hugged to me.

	"I love you son, too. Remember, I will love you even if you don't
love me. Do you understand my beautiful boy?" He grinned with those deep
black eyes sparking. Those were his mom's eyes, very much the same as mine,
but larger and blacker. I quickly washed and left the shave for a later
time. We spent the day; he riding his bike round the house and I doing some
extra work. We went for a walk hand in hand; I never saw a happier
boy. When we returned, a message had been left in the phone box. Mom had
returned. I phoned back and fifteen minutes later, we were on our way to
Madrid. Mother and son met as usually, I noticed he had some difficulties
avoiding saying the word "dad". He was a clever little creature. When I was
ready to leave Helen stopped me:

	"John I need to talk to you." She took me away while the boy was
having a bath and kissed me on the lips a peck and I hugged her.

	"We have missed you Helen."

	"I know that, but he loves you and wants to stay with you. Last
week told me if he could call you dad instead of uncle. Please tell him
that he can; nothing would please him more." I couldn't help and my throat
tightened as I hugged her. She then gently separated from me adding: "He
already did. Am I right? My voice broke a little.

	"Yes. It was the happiest moment of my life, Helen."

	"And his, too. I suppose."

	"Sorry that I am a silly ass, but he had conquered my heart in such
a way, Helen, that I think I would not be able to live without this little
creature being round me." Then a shout came from the bath.

	"Uncle John, please come and dry me." His mother approached to the
bathroom.

	"I can't see any uncle here, darling. I see your dad, but nobody
else." He was taken aback by his mother's words but suddenly he went out of
the tub; naked and wet as he was, jumped on her arms.

	"Mom, don't you mind I call him dad?"

	"Of course not, because he is really your dad." The boy looked at
me and I looked at her.

	"Dad, she has discovered our secret!" I brought a towel and she
wrapped him in it. She then said:

	"What a secret? There was not any secret, my son. I have known it
since the moment you were born."

	"Why didn't you tell me?" These were the difficult questions.

	"Well... because your dad was very far a way and I did not know
whether he loved you."

	"That's impossible, mom, because both of us have a mole behind our
ear. Dad said it is the family mark. I discovered it when I was soaping him
and rubbing his back. After that, he showed me a photo album, I saw some
pictures of a baby and a little boy like me, and he has my face, except the
hair. He had a lovely tuft up on his forehead. Isn't it, dad."

	"Yes, you are right." Helen blushed as she remembered that tuft and
the cave.

	"I saw that tuft long time ago, son, and..."

	"And it is time for bed, little imp. Aren't you tired? You have
been riding the bike the whole day and walking.

	"No. I am not tired, I am hungry." You know mom, dad brought some
vegetables, meat and rice, and he cooked a lovely food. Next time he will
cook it again for me. I liked it a lot.

	"I'll prepare our dinner tonight." We had dinner and I tucked him
into the bed; I kissed him and could notice how immediately he took off all
his clothes; caught his teddy bear and drifted to sleep. I sat on the sofa
near Helen, I kissed her tenderly, and I asked. "Will you marry me, Helen?"
She looked at me, rubbed my hair where the tuft used to be:

	"No. I can't John. I don't want to ruin your life; I love you and
you are the only man safe near me. I told you I am a professional whore; I
am a man predator and I don't want you to be my victim. Besides I want you
to look after my son."

	"Helen, I have been promoted to European General Manager with
residence in Cologne, subject only to my consent. There you could restart
your life, bring up our boy and even to have another brothers for him." She
fixed her lovely black eyes on me again.

	"John, I need men in my bed; I am not prepared to be a housewife."

	"What about John? Do you think he will be a child forever? He will
grow and ask you."  She seemed to have some reflections as I insisted. "You
are sick Helen; that can be treated and maybe you can change. Please." She
bent her head and near a whisper she added:

	"He is my only concern. How do you know I am sick?" Suddenly I
realised I had touched on something different. I took her from her
shoulders to my chest and kissed her.

	"I was not referring about what you are thinking about, Helen. Did
you receive my message thru your friend?

	"Yes I did. That filled my heart with love for you in that lonely
moment; but she could not tell me its content, so I guessed it. The priest
told me the cause of my mother and my aunty dead before I went into the
orphanage. I have not cared; they were old, however now I am very worried,
not for me of course, but for my son." She raised her face and looked into
my eyes.  "John, I will do anything to save my child, except to marry
you. I know you will always be his father, even if I oppose to
it. Eventually he will decide by himself, therefore I don't care about me
or about us being married. I have a feeling that I will not see him as an
adult."

	"Helen, my lovely Helen!" I brought her to me again. "Why do you
say that? You are a healthy woman."

	"No, John. I am not. I have started to have same headaches just a
few months ago.  Last week I had a faint in Kuwait. The palace's doctor
examined me and suggested I should contact a neurologist. I have an
appointment in Barcelona with a friend of mine next weekend; so I would
much appreciate if you can look after John during those three days."

	"I will do, but let me accompany you. On the other hand, Helen,
Frankie, and especially Francis, are already considered between the best
neurologists in New York in spite of their youth. I know their boss; he is
one of the best in the world. If you like, I can arrange an appointment
there..." She stopped me speaking.

	"Don't be so hurry. First I will go to Barcelona. By the way, now
that John knows you are his father, he will start asking difficult
questions, like why his surname is Lopez and not Mora.

	"He has already done, Helen; he is an intelligent child. There is a
simple solution our marriage."

	"Is there any other possible alternative?"

	"Well, you are legally his guardian, and until he is 18 y/o we
can't do nothing, except that you and I admit he is our son and want to
correct his status. Another solution would be that I adopt him; but that is
when his father is unknown. Obviously this does not makes sense at all."

	"Can it be without being married?"

	"Yes. He would immediately get the status as my "natural son", and
since I am not married, he will be converted into my heir and part of my
family. A friend of mine, a lawyer, said that he is sure that very soon the
Parliament will pass a Law to amend current Civil Code by which, there will
not be any difference between children from married or unmarried couples,
whenever they recognize them; this is a consequence the dictator's dead and
the introduction of democracy in Spain." She looked happy for that moment.

	"That makes sense John; please, let's go immediately for this
option. Yet I will think about marrying you some time." I could not be
happier. I kissed her on the lips. "Let's go to bed my beautiful lover and
make me happy as you sometimes do." I again kissed her and hands entwined
we went to the bedroom. However I was engulfed in my thoughts regarding my
son."

	"Helen, while you are in Barcelona, can I take John to our
village?"

	"I suppose you have already planned it, didn't you?" I did not say
anything because she had guessed my thoughts. She then added: "Yes, you
can. In addition, I don't mind you to say he is our son; however you must
promise me not to tell anybody what I am and where I am. I don't mind about
myself but I don't want any gossips about the rest of my far family."

	"I promise. But the village is not just a village any longer; it is
a prosperous town since Mr. Hermann built the school." She thought for a
moment, and then said:

	"In that case, let's fuck until we are exhausted." And that was
what we did.

The following Monday as soon as I arrived to my office I called to my
friend lawyer; he had a very smart son, more or less of my age, and I liked
to deal with him; we agreed he would come to my office since he had
something to do near it. Therefore, at 9:00 we were talking about my
problem. You always have to say the truth to your doctor, confessor, and
lawyer. Once I finished he raised the phone and dialled a few numbers,
after half an hour talking and discussing he finished.

	"John that is not a difficult problem, the difficulty lays on the
urgency. Certificates of birth will be here tomorrow morning, and this
afternoon I'll have that of your son. We may need some extra money but I'll
try to get the judge to receive us next Thursday, he is a young man and
treat urgent matters as they are."

	"Thanks Fernando. Please spend the money that you need without
limit.

	"John, I would like to ask you something." I was puzzled because he
was not a man of asking favours. "It is not for me, but for a girl, friend
of mine."

	"If it is on my hands you just count on it."

	"I don't know. You have many connexions and you may help. I have a
friend, a real friend, an intelligent woman who studied Economy like you,
but here in Spain. She had reached the doctorate grade in the JJ private
University. Had she studied law instead of Economy, today I would have
hired her. She is single but she was raped during a bank robbery while she
had passed out. During the fight, the police killed all three members of
the gang. She got pregnant but her parents wanted her to abort in England;
however, at first, she rejected the idea since she had strong moral
beliefs. After much insistence, she gave up. She never forgave herself
because she loves children; she separated from her family. Since then, she
lives alone and only has contacts with her elder brother, to whom she
worships.

	"It is a sad story. Does she speak English and German?"

	"As far as I know, she speaks excellent English, German and some
French."

	"Fernando, coming from you it is OK for me. I have proposed my
bosses in US that I need such a person like her, however, for obvious
reasons I cannot do anything until I solve my problem and the sickness of
my wife. Meantime you must tell her to continue improving her French and
eventually goes to New York for an interview. The post is as my second
Manager; and well paid; therefore she must travel a minimum of once a month
abroad. All expenses will be in our account. If she accepts, I will gladly
meet her here. That's all I can tell you by now.

	"It is more than enough, John. Thank you. I'll call you on
Wednesday." We said goodbye and he left.

On Thursday, we met in the Judge's office; I brought our son with us though
that was not necessary. After our mutual identification, he raised a
document by which I declared John was my son and Helen confirmed it. We
both signed before him together and his Secretary and our lawyer as
witnesses. When the document was finished he signed himself; he then,
addressing to our son that was sat between us said.

	"From now on, young lad, your real name is John Mora Lopez." Then
he warned us: He is your natural son since you are not married; however, in
case you got married, he will automatically be fully legitimated. In fact
there is not great difference, only social's; however, as soon as the new
Law is in force the legitimating will acts automatically." He shook our
hands and then extended his hand to my son, but he raised his arms and the
Judge lifted him receiving a kiss on the cheek. "These are real moments
when I feel satisfied of being a Judge."  We smiled and he added: "My
Secretary will send a writing message where John is registered modifying
his registration. Later on, we will deliver to your lawyer a certificate,
which reflects this act. Thanks and congratulations." We left, and the four
together sat in a nearby cafeteria to have an ice cream. Fernando left and
we looked at each other.

	"Well, John Mora Lopez..." He grinned with his new name. "Tomorrow
mom is travelling to Barcelona for some business, and you and I will make a
trip in order you know some of our family." He opened his beautiful eyes.

	"Really dad? Shall we go to the beach?"

	"Yes, we will, your cousin Margarita has just arrived and she had
seven children, from seven to two y/o." Helen grinned.

	"She has not lost her time."

	"Yes. She has a real litter of blonds. Helen, now John is not going
to a nursery anymore; he has to attend to a real school."

	"You are the father, so you should decide where he must go."

	"You know that I want your opinion as much as mine."

	"I know, I am sure you will choose the best option for him."

	"Shall I go to a real school with big boys, dad?"

	"Yes, you have to. Within a few days you will be six, time to start
school. I have studied some good schools, however, I want my son to sleep
every night in my home and not be a boarder. JJ have a school run by a
friend of mine, it is an excellent one, but he would spend a lot of time
every day in the bus. The best option would be The English School; it is
fifteen minutes from home, and the bus stop is in front of our house. The
only problem, Helen, is for you. You should live with us."

	"That's fine. Forget about me, in any case I normally am most of
the time out, therefore twenty minutes more on the road is not too much,
and at least I'll enjoy countryside as I used to.  Don't you remember,
John?" I blushed, thinking on the bike rides and the summer in the cave.

	"Yes I do." In that case, I'll ask Mr. Mass for his help. It is
rather difficult to put a boy into that school; however, when I commented
it to him, he told me there would not be any problem.

	"Who is Mr. Mass, dad?"

	"Josh and Nick's dad; our neighbours." Being this settled we spent
the rest of the day together preparing our respective trips. She was sad
and wanted to sleep alone with our son.  During the night I could heard
some muffled sobs, I approached her, and she hugged me very tight crying in
silence. I brought her to my bed and we made love as if there was not
tomorrow.  She foreboded it.

My son and I travelled to my hometown; it was two years I had not been in
there. My mother hugged and kissed my son and cried. While he was playing
with my elder nephew children, I told them the whole story. When Tomas
came, I hugged him and Angela. He had always been as my older brother.

	"John, Nuria wants you both there, you don't know the last member
of the litter, as you say. Fran‡oise will come next month, but he wants
their children to enjoy the seaside. Besides, here I can help her; I am
alone. My elder sister is living in Paris, Joan and Francis in the US, and
my little Frank is in France, in Orleans."

	"In that case, we better go. I want to hug her." I took my hired
car and we drove to the villa. It was roughly about midday. When we
entered, a herd of little naked blond children surrounded us all of them
with a lovely tan on their little and healthy bodies. Nuria had studied
nursery in the University, only with the fix idea to look after her
children. Suddenly a 30 y/o young mother came and we hugged very tight for
near a minute, both with tears on our eyes.

	"I love you John. You know you are more than an uncle, brother or
whatever we could name our relationship." I kissed her on the cheeks.

	"I love you Nuria." A toddler boy came and I took him on my arms as
Nuria raised my son to his chest.

	"You are a beautiful boy, little John. Do you know that your father
made mad all the girls in the village? I think you will do the same." He
could not clear understand, but he hugged her cousin and kissed her. He
then motioned me something:

	"Dad, can I get naked and play with my cousins?" I grinned and told
Nuria and my sister all about. Nuria called all her children and presented
them to their cousin John. My son soon connected with the two older blond
boys of 7, and 6 y/o. He stripped down naked and immediately he started
running as one more member of the herd, however amongst so many blonds it
was easily to spot him.

	"He is very big and tall for his age. Fran‡oise is seven and he
is taller than him."

	"Yes John would be... let me know." I thought for a
moment. "Tomorrow is his birthday; he will then be six." Nuria opened wide
her lovely blue child eyes in reproach to me.

	"You should be ashamed, John Mora. Your only son will be six
tomorrow and you had forgotten it! Unbelievable!. You better go to the
beach, naked if you want, and take all my elder children and John with you,
meanwhile I made some telephone calls." I could not be happier.  Well I did
not get naked but I enjoyed with all those disciplined little blondes. The
sea was quiet and was rather hot. After putting some protection for the sun
to John, they jumped into the water. A little 4 y/o sweet little girl came
and sat on my lap.

	"Uncle John, I don't like swimming, I prefer to be with you."

	"Welcome Rose." She grinned at me.

	"I am not Rose, I am Jeanette."

	"Ok Jeanette, I promise I will never forget your name again."

	"John is very handsome, Uncle John. You know, when I am older I'll
marry him; so I will have two daddies." I kissed the little angel while I
had an eye on the rest. The little Fran‡oise was trying to teach John
how to swim. They were arguing,

	"If you teach me to swim, I'll teach you to ride the bike without
the balance wheels."  His brother, Carl, astonished said:

	"Can you ride the bike without wheels? I will do whatever you want
if you teach me too."

	"You don't need to do anything; we are cousins, aren't we."

	"Yes, we are." Well, I can't transcribe all their chats and how
they enjoyed with the novelty of a cousin not blond. The problem rose when
the night was approaching. After a shower, my sister Angela sat all of
them, in the large table and put a plate of food to each one, except for
the toddler. All ate in silence and John together as one more. When they
finished, little Fran‡oise came to me:

	"Uncle John, please leave John with us. He will be bored in the
farm." After making an eye contact with Nuria, she nodded.

	"Well, why don't you ask John?" He run round the table and my son
came to me. I knew it was very difficult for him to sleep out of me."

	"Dad I much like to stay here with Fran‡oise, but I don't want
to leave you. I like to be near you." Then Nuria hugged me from behind.

	"Don't worry "Mon petit Coeur", he will sleep here." The two little
blondes shouted and hugged their mother and me.

	"Merci mama, merci Uncle John" They said mixing their two mother
languages.

It was a lovely night and the full moon shone brightly. I loved that
silence only interrupted by the far sea waves breaking on the rocks under
the house. My sister and Nuria were tired, ordered all children to bed; one
by one came to kiss the adults and said good nights. A few minutes later, a
complete silence involved the house. I could not sleep thinking in the
moments that Helen was going thru. I sat on the large terrace facing the
lights that showed far away in the village. Nuria hated air conditioned and
rejected its installation; however the house was fully installed with
central heating, not electric. She preferred her sons breathed the sea
fresh natural air, however to prevent mosquitoes, Carls had installed
plastic net on all the windows. This system has the property that you
cannot see the persons inside from outside, even with window fully open,
unless you put on a light; in this instance is all on contrary. As I was
thinking I heard some moans in the room on my back where I knew John,
Fran‡oise and Carl were sleeping. I heard little Fran‡oise saying
near in a whisper:

	"John, what are you doing?"

	"My little soldier does not want to sleep. I am rubbing it against
your back until I get the nice feeling." Fran‡oise put on the
nightstand's baby light and turned around, now facing my son.

	"It feels nice your touch and my weenie is hard, too. Let's rub
them together." Fran‡oise pushed himself against my son and soon they
were excited with moans. As their lust increased, John rolled on top of his
cousin and vice versa. After some minutes, both little boys were out of
control engulfed in their mutual sex lust with loud moans. For Fran‡oise
it was a new experience, so he could not explain himself what he was
feeling, but he did not want to stop.  Suddenly a final moan came thru the
young throats as probably they felt good. They were breathing heavily, but
after a few minutes, they recovered. "John, that's fantastic. I did not
know it. Let's do it again."

	"I can't, my little soldier is tired, and we want to sleep. You can
do it against me, if you like." Saying this he closed his eyes and in a
minute he was hard asleep. However, Fran‡oise was fresh and excited so
he started rubbing his rock hard little dick against John. His moves and
noise woke little Carl up.

	"Fran‡oise, what are you doing with John?" He glanced at his
younger brother and jumped to the other bed. I could not hear what he told
him, but after a few minutes, both brothers were overwhelmed by their new
discovery. When I left, they were breathing erratically near their
feeling. When I returned from swimming, I entered in the room; took
Fran‡oise in my arms and tucked him near John on the large bed. I kissed
all of them, covered, and put off the light.

Chapter 32.- Sad and joy ------------------------

The following day, Saturday, was John's birthday. I had told him that we
must go to the farm because we had been invited to a little feast, however
he immediately expressed he did not like to leave his cousins, especially
Fran‡oise. Nevertheless, I insisted and all the boys went to the
beach. When they returned I told Fran‡oise our plans, he convinced my
son; so they went to the large bathroom to shower. There, both started
wrestling happily and laughing, but their friction got their dicks hard. In
a moment, that John had pinned Fran‡oise legs down, the little blond
found himself on the floor with John's hard dick rubbing his lips. He
instinctively, instead of continuing fighting, pushed my son's butt to him
and his erect soldier into his mouth. My son looked back as he felt the new
sensation; he had Fran‡oise dick just near his lips, so he pay back his
cousin and the two little boys discovered the 69 position. They sucked each
other without saying a word until they were tired. They sat on the floor
and the naughty Fran‡oise said:

	"That was even better, John." My son smiled to him.

	"Yes, it was fantastic. Let's do it again." I wonder how many times
they did, but I had to call them to hurry up to shower since all the rest
were ready for lunch. In the moment they were coming out, a car entered and
a herd of naked blondes headed by Nuria stamped out:

	"Daddy!!!, Daddy!!!" It was Fran‡oise; he had flown from Paris
that morning. He hugged and kissed Nuria and his children. My son a little
bit embarrassed run inside and put on his shorts. We hugged very tight as
my son kept some distance. We broke our hug and looking at my son, he went
to his knees and opened his arms to him. John looked at me and then run to
hug his uncle.

	"You are a beautiful boy, John."

	"Thanks, uncle Fran‡oise." They finished lunch and after some
chat we left for the farm.  We returned in the mid afternoon and found the
house in silence.

	"Where are they, dad?"

	"I suppose they are in the beach"

	"But... if we are going to a feast they should be ready, otherwise
we will be late."

	"Come on, go inside and call them." He opened the door and a large
choir of feast dressed little boys and girls started singing "Happy
Birthday to You!." He remained astounded; he reacted and went to hug little
Fran‡oise that smiled for his preference. After he kissed everybody he
came to me, he raised his little arms and I lifted him to my chest.

	"Happy birthday, my son. I have something for you." He had received
some toys from every cousin and a beautiful dress from his uncle
Fran‡oise. I extracted a little parcel from my pocket and gave it to
him. Immediately Fran‡oise and Carl joined him. He opened the little box
and found something like a gold medal with a red stone on it. Little
Fran‡oise that knew the idea said:

	"Come on, John. Open it, it is like that." He pushed a little
resort and opened like two pages of a book with two little photographs of
his mom and mine. He hugged me very tight.

	"Thanks dad. It is the most beautiful present I ever
received. Please keep it by now."  Children started singing and playing;
eating chocolate and cakes. Their lovely dresses stained and dirty. That
was a great day for him. When finally all were worn out and tired, little
ones went to a bathroom and John and little Fran‡oise to another. When
they were inside naked ready to go under the shower, Fran‡oise said:

	"John, I'll miss you a lot."

	"Me too, Francis. We are cousins and best friends." Francis a
little bit embarrassed looked at him.

	"John, can I kiss you?"

	"Any time, besides we have kissed many times."

	"Now it is different. I want to kiss you as my dad kisses my mom."
John did not exactly understood, however he was grateful to him.

	"Yes, do it." The little blond put his arms round my son and he
kissed him on the lips. He parted his little mouth and his tongue darted
inside. My son surprised himself but that produced a lovely sensation. He
broke the kiss.

	"What is this, Francis?"

	"I told you, it is a French kiss." He smiled at him.

	"Please, do it again." They engulfed in kissing, as their little
dicks went harder than ever.  "I suppose you must kiss my little soldier,
too." The little blond boy giggled, went down and kissed his little penis;
he brought him down to the floor and both started sucking each other until
their little dicks went soft.

The following day after lunch took place the sad moment of departure. My
son kissed goodbye to all the family, leaving Fran‡oise for the last
one. They hugged and the little blond kissed my son on the lips and run
away from all to his room, jumped on the bed and started sobbing; he didn't
like could be seen crying. I drove to the airport and when we were on the
air, my son said:

	"Dad, I would have liked to have Fran‡oise with me forever." I
squeezed him to my chest knowing that life would bring him some more sad
moments like this, however, compensated by the returns.

	"I know, son. But you will meet some more boys in the school,
probably not so good as Fran‡oise, but it will help." He looked at me
and kissed on the cheeks. Some time later we landed and in an hour we met
Helen in her house. After kissing, she said:

	"Let's go home, John, your house." Once in there and when my son
was in bed, she handed me a large brown envelope containing the results of
her examination. It could not be worst. I phone to US and talked to Francis
and Frankie; we agreed to meet next week.

While I took my son to Disney World, they made again a new examination with
the last technologies available. They confirmed Barcelona's results and in
a meeting with his boss, the Clinic's Director said:

	"I am afraid not to give you better news."

	"Isn't there any possibility, Doctor?"

	"Well, to be honest there is a remote possibility by risking an
operation, however, only a miracle could save her. We do not trust on the
results. Francis and Frankie are my best assistants; we have operated a few
patients in the same circumstances but without success.  Only one year
before we might have had 50% of chances on a good result; now it is too
late."  Helen kept silence, and then she said:

	"Which alternative do I have?" Frankie answered.

	"Helen, you know better than we do the answer. You have lived that
in your family before."

	"That would not be to live, therefore, please, prepare
everything. I want to be operated."

	"Are you sure?" Francis asked.

	"Yes, I am."

It could not be a sadder moment, but she was determined. She also expressed
the idea of getting married, so, we arranged with a priest in New York
consulate's chapel we got married; my son and Francis' elder son acted as
pageboys. We spent two weeks as honeymoon the three together. She went into
the operation theatre after a farewell. I don't want to recall those
moments. She died. We incinerated her and returned home with her ashes.

During the long flight we went into a slumber, my left arm pressing my son
against me; however after half an hour he woke up and started playing with
a little car that I had bought him, a BMW model the same as mine. The car
run near to the front seat where a young woman was sat reading with glasses
on. She smiled at him.

	"Sorry lady if I have disturbed you." She smiled at boy.

	"You are a beautiful boy and I am not disturbed. In fact I am
trying to read because I can't sleep in a plane" She looked at the boy's
face and her mind started searching where se had seen that face before, or
was it an illusion? She woke up when the little boy answered her.

	"You are old as my dad, but you are also beautiful with that
strange hair. My mom used to say that, from a beautiful woman come lovely
children. I suppose you have some." The red haired woman looked at the boy.

	"I do not have any child, I am not married." John was to say his
mom and dad had just married some time ago. The woman stared where the man
was, his head leaning against the seat.
	"May I to seat near you? Dad is sleeping and I don't want to wake
him up. The woman looked again and she saw two empty seats near the man,
she thought the boy's mom would be somewhere, in this large airline talking
to any friend. John then climbed to the seat.

	"I suppose your mom is somewhere; se might not want you to talk to
strangers. The little boy bent his lovely head as he said.

	"Mom's is dead." Then pointing to the luggage compartment over his
dad's head, he added: "We are carrying her ashes home." Instinctively the
woman attracted the boy to his side and kissed him on the silky hair.

	"I am sorry... John. I did not know it." The little boy looked at
her, his eyes welled with tears. She repeated. I'm very sorry..."

	"How do you know my name? I haven't told you." She was surprised at
the little boy intelligence and she felt trapped. In fact she did not know
why she called him that name.

	"I don't know; anyway my name is Margaret Larramendi, but my
friends call me Maggie, you can call me like that, if you like."

	"Yes, I like. My name is John Mora Lopez and my friends call me
John." He said proudly, grinning because he had not say Johnny. She near
jumped on her seat. She looked at the sleeping man as a storm of reveries
came into her mind about those happy days in the school contest seventeen
years back. The boy continued talking and asking questions to her that she
mechanically answered. Eventually the little boy cuddled in the seat near
her, put his head on her lap and drifted to a heavy sleep. She caressed the
silky hair and kissed him. She asked the stewardess for a blanket and a
pillow; she took off the boy shoes and wrapped him.  The little boy cuddled
even more and a happy smile came into his beautiful face. She kissed him
again.

I woke up from my nightmare and instinctively extended my left arm to
protect my son; as I found empty his place I panicked; but soon could see
him happily sleeping in the other side seat, separated only by the aisle.

	"He is alright, John. He looked tired and did not want to wake you
up." I was taken aback; the lovely red haired woman knew me!. I was now
totally awaken and looking at her. My mind working and processing my dead
information long time stored in my brains.

	"Maggie!!!, Maggie Larramendi!!! I can't believe you are here. "My
God... after so many years..." I kissed her on the cheeks. "You better come
to my seats. We can leave my son sleeping on there." Carefully she put the
pillow under the little boy's head and both sat on the other side. We
started telling each other our mutual lives from the last time we met. She
finished telling me was returning from NY from the interview to work in
Investments Co.

	"I am very lucky to have this job, now I'll live my own life with
no one interfering it." I took her hands and she did nothing to prevent it.

	"You are lucky and I am luckier."

	"Why, we have just met again and..."

	"Maggie, you are going to work with me. I had no time to see you
before I came to NY. I told Fernando to do everything while I was with my
wife. So if you still like me, we will be working together as from next
Monday. She smiled and in that moment they announced the landing on
Madrid's Airport. Six hour had gone as a minute. I dropped her at her
brother home and we continued to our village.

Next day we made a two-metres-deep drill in the base of the large pine tree
that I had in my house, extracted the paper bag with Helen's ashes and we
buried them in it. From that moment on, we called it "Mom's tree". In spite
of all our sorrows life continued. The Company offered me a month of
holidays, but I rejected it; work distracted me and much more with Maggie
near us.

My son started school and I became his mom and his dad. All time he was not
in the school, we were together, sleeping, playing or hearing music, but
always together; even some Saturday mornings I took him with me into my
office. One of these days he met Maggie again. We had hired our flat to her
where she lived with her older brother's family. I found my son on her lap
making some math operations, she was astonished with John's precocity; he
barely could read, however numbers were easy for him. They became good
friends and our relationship increased.  From time to time she came home
and spent the day together, however she never stayed overnight. I did not
want John to believe that I was trying to replace her mother.

We were in November and I noticed my son was in good connexion with a
little blond boy who lived just a house between. One day the school
director called me not to be surprised to see my son with some little
bruises; the doctor had checked him. He explained he had had a fight with
two twin boys two year older that himself; he had done that defending his
new blond friend.  From that moment, they became best friends and his mom
and dad came home to thank him for defending their little boy. Jeremy, his
friend, remained more in my house than in his because I was very reluctant
to let him go, unless he asked me about it; but my son loved being at home
and round me. Jeremy had several brothers and sisters; he was the
youngest. My son invited him for a sleepover and he gladly accepted; when
they were ready for bed, gave me a good nights kiss and run into John's
room. To Jeremy's surprise, as soon as my son got into the bedroom, he
stripped down, and naked went under the covers.

	"Don't you wear pyjama?"

	"No. That disturbs my little soldier too much." He slyly said:

	"Can I strip down like you?"

	"Of course you can."

	"Won't tell anybody?"

	"Why? Besides, we are best friends, aren't we?" He smiled and in
seconds they were under the cover stark naked, facing each other. My son
hugged from behind Jeremy and noticed his little dick was hard, so his
little soldier went erect immediately. "Jeremy, what do you do to get rid
of your hard soldier?

	"I suppose you mean my dick."

	"Well, yes, your weenie." He rolled over facing my son."

	"My brother Alfred told me to rub against the sheets or to do
this. Look!." He started stroking his little boyhood. "After a while, you
get a nice feeling. I do very often in the bed when I know nobody is
watching me. Do you want me to do it to you? You fought for me in the
school."  He extended his hand and starting masturbating my son.

	"I know a better way, Jeremy. We can have the nice feeling both at
the same time. But you have to put my weenie into you mouth."

	"In my mouth? But that will taste as pee."

	"No. It does not. Try it on mine and I will do in yours." They
drove the cover down and my son offered his erected penis to his friend. He
felt a little embarrassed to start.

	"But you won't tell anybody."

	"Of course not." He approached my son's crotch and soon had his
little penis in his mouth. "Mind your teeth, only with your lips and
tongue." Jeremy found that strange as his little dick was even harder than
ever before. My son moaned in pleasure and he felt those little lips round
his dick. Jeremy then stopped.

	"John, you told me we can do both at the same time," My son smiled,
rolled over and immediately took a 69 position and without any doubt took
into his mouth Jeremy's little sausage. Jeremy did the same and, after a
few minutes, both angels were gasping and moaning, until that beautiful
feeling arrived, the little bodies got rigid, and shoved hard their dicks
into each other mouth. When they recovered their breath both hugged. John
wanted to kiss Jeremy as Fran‡oise had taught him but he did not dare.

	"John, that was fantastic. Can we do it again? It feels very nice
your dick in my mouth."

	"Some other night or tomorrow. Now our soldiers want to sleep and
we are tired from today soccer match. They covered themselves and a few
minutes later, were asleep. Before I went to bed, I entered and found them
cuddled into each other arms. I kissed them and put off the night light.

The sleeping-over came very often, and Jeremy spent more time with my son
than in his house.  Some months later, one of those evenings, he cuddle
into my arms, but he was not in need to sleep.

	"I love you, dad."

	"I love you, too, my beautiful son." He kept silence for a couple
of minutes; I thought he was asleep as he surprised me with a question.

 	"Dad, why don't you get married?" That took me aback and since it
was not elapsed two years from his mother death. I had devoted all my free
time to him, being his mother and father; however the relationship with
Jeremy and the often contact with his mother probably got him on missing a
new mom. I was not yet ready to marry any woman, however during our last
trip together to Germany Maggie and I finally intimated and we made love as
if there was not tomorrow. I did expressing all the tenderness I had and
she responded in the same way; in fact I enjoyed our lovemaking as when
Helen and I fucked the day John was officially declared as my own son. In
the afterglow of our first orgasms we were on the pillow facing each other
eyes; she was crying softly. I caressed her red hair and kissed her gently
on the forehead.

	"Maggie, please, can I... Se interrupted me with a tender kiss on
my chin.

	"John, you may believe it or not, but this has been the first time
that I have made properly love since we did after the contest, excepting
the accident.. ..." I kissed her tenderly.

	"That was not love, but rape. We should try to forget that." I
noticed she wanted to discharge her heart from the burden she had stored
during the past eight years; so I kept silence. She continued as if had not
spoken.

	"I loved you and couldn't forget your tenderness. It was impossible
to forget those images when we were sat on the bed cross legged and you
expelled your first semen. Your tenderness when we made love. Hundred times
I have asked myself why a boy of twelve could have behaved like that in
those moments and adult men could not. Was it bad luck? I did not
know. When I was well into adolescence and in the university I had sexual
contacts with young men of our age; even near I had plans to marry one; but
I always wanted to preserve my virginity to the final." She paused. "And
always your image appeared in my mind because no one even approached you;
our recent moments have demonstrated I was not wrong. That was what I was
looking for and I did not find, so I discarded marriage.

When I finished University I got a good job in a bank. A few weeks later
the bank was assaulted by a gang of three armed men for robbery. They
knocked me down and I was raped while I was unconscious; I wonder if by one
or more men. The police entered and the gunmen shot their guns. The three
were killed and two policemen seriously wounded. After a medical check I
returned home. However three weeks later I started having morning nauseas,
I was pregnant. I cannot describe the fights between my hypocrite parents
and me; finally I gave up and consented to the abortion in a London
clinic." She paused for a moment, tears running to the pillow as she
continued: "He or she would be as John is today; I have regretted it many
times and had blamed me for being so weak. From that moment on I felt a
strong revulsion against any type of sex. I left my job and went back into
the University and worked hard trying to bury those events; yet my brother
and Fernando convinced me to try again. You know the rest..." I hugged and
kissed her very tight to my chest.

	"I love you Maggie and sooner or later I want to marry you and
build our family; however you are aware of my bond with my son and the
promise I made him after his mother death that I would not marry unless he
accepted his new mom. He loves you and I am sure would not oppose, but I
want him to decide by himself... Maggie interrupted me.

	"I'll wait. That child has filled my heart and he will notice my
love; I will never try even to suggest him."  I kissed her again and
resumed our lovemaking of that memorable night.

All these thoughts came to my mind when my son was asking me to carry out
what I most wanted; however I needed him to be sure about his feelings. I
looked into my son's eyes and he knew what that meant:

	"I am married, John. I married your mom; she was my wife." He
turned over facing me.

	"Well, I know it; but she is not with us anymore. Sometimes, dad,
even I can't remember her..." I kissed him on the forehead and hugged very
tight.

	"John, that's normal, but she loved you and still would love you."

	"I know dad, but I would like to have a mom like Jeremy or
Fran‡oise has."

	"John, I will never marry any woman unless you like her. I don't
want anyone interfering in our lives; in any case, that would mean that she
would occupy your place in my bed and you would sleep in your own room;
besides, soon other little boys and/or girls would come and I have to love
them as your brothers and sisters. Would you accept that?" He remained
silence for a whole minute, and then he hugged me tenderly.

	"No problem, dad. You always said I am a little man, so I would
need my own room; besides, I like it when Jeremy comes. We do things
together, you know? But it will be great to have brothers and sisters, as
Jeremy has. I would love and play with them. I'll be a good brother." I
smiled and I did as if ignored his comment about Jeremy. He continued:
"but...  but... under a condition." That surprised me as he added: "I only
will share your love if you marry... well, if you marry Maggie; because she
loves me from the moment we met in the airplane and I love her. Please dad,
would you try..." I hugged him again.

	"That's a beautiful condition and very easy to comply." He became
mad, started making ticklish to me and we laughed and laughed together
until we got tired. After a pause I added: "

	"I'll try her. Yes, I like her, too, in spite she is as stubborn as
you mother was."

	"It seems you like stubbornness." We laughed. "Perhaps I can help
to convince her.  Next Saturday we will go to your office and I'll speak to
her."

	"That's up to you." He grinned and kissed me on the lips. "It seems
you don't want to sleep tonight."

	"I like to talk to you, dad, when no one disturbs us."

	"John, in that drawer there is another photo album I haven't shown
you. Please bring it."  The boy jumped from the bed as he moved his
beautiful little butt. He would have been a lovely model for any of the
ancient Grecian artist. We were sat on the bed with our back to the
headboard. He opened the album and the two first pages had two large photos
of the contest.  He looked at them with attention, and then he said:

	"Dad, I only can recognize two of these boys." He pointed with his
little finger. "This is you and this is Uncle Frankie. Who are the other
four?"

	"Clever boy!" He grinned with a sigh. Pointing myself to the
picture I said: "This is Willy the Viking; he is very clever and works for
NASA in America."

	"Is he an astronaut?"

	"Oh no. He is an astrophysical and a math genius."

	"Better than you, dad? Because you were called the math-man of the
group. Didn't you."

	"Who told you that?

	"Maggie. She told me she liked you then." I pointed to the other
page with a group of girl.

	"Do you recognize any of them?" He fixed his beautiful eyes on it,
answering.

	"No dad. I can't." I pointed to a girl with heavy glasses and many
freckles.

	"She is Maggie. The best of her team."

	"Glasses do not fit well to her, especially those. Now she does not
wear any and she look prettier." Then I showed him a new photo on the next
page with a legend "With all my love.  Maggie." He contemplated the
picture, and after a minute he said:

	"That's better. She looks beautiful, even with glasses." He paused,
and then said. "So you loved each other then, don't you?

	"Yes, I think so; but I loved your mom much more and even before
that time. But we separated and I did not find her until many years
later. I'll tell you sometime why."

	"Dad, do you have any picture of her when she was a child?" I
sighed.

	"Only one, made in our school-year-end when we were eleven." I
browsed the pages and showed him an old yellowish black and white photo. I
pointed to a tiny figure on the second row. "This is her and the other girl
is her best friend; Uncle Frankie's girl."

	"I love you dad. You are great!" He turned around pressing his
little butt against my stomach; a couple of minutes later, he was hard
asleep.

It was Friday, and Jeremy came during the afternoon to sleep over with my
son. They spent the whole day playing outside and dirty entered in the
bathroom to shower. I could hear the giggles thru the open door and some
arguing between them: "We'll ask my dad" I heard my son. After dinner, we
sat on the large couch with each little boy near me, my arms resting on
their little shoulders- I loved those moments with their infantile
comments.

	"Dad, we heard some older boys telling, "I'll fuck you". What does
it means?" I thought for a moment whether I should explain that to another
seven-year-old boy than my son.

	"Well, that is a strong slang word that educated children should
not say, at least in the presence of adults. The correct word for that is
intercourse or to make love. It refers to the moment when a man and woman
are together in the bed and the man introduces his penis into the woman's
vagina to deposit his half seed, this would meet the woman's half and
together will start a baby into the woman womb. I have explained that to
you.

	"Dad, did you do it to mom?"

	"Yes, I did, otherwise you would not be here. In addition, my
father did it to my mother.  And Jeremy's parents did to bring him here;
however, this must be done by a woman and man, it does not work with two
women or two men. We kept silence and Jeremy then said:

	"Let's go to bed, John."

	"Thanks dad. Good nights." They kissed me and went into their
room. Once inside, they discarded their pyjamas and naked lay on the
bed. Jeremy then said:

	"It is strange because I saw my brother Alfred and Nick doing it. I
saw Nick's seed. They are teenagers and near grown up, and I could see
their large cocks. It seemed they were having a great time, kissing and
fucking."

	"How it happened? John asked.

	"Well, my brother has a few mags under the mattress with many
pictures of men doing it to women and some with young men doing to other
men. I told you. When I was just lifting the mattress, they entered and
locked the door; immediately my brother took off Nick's clothes and his,
too. When they were naked started kissing passionately. Nick then said:
"Fuck me hard, Alfred." My brother said: "I'll fill you with my seeds."
After some time, he put something on his dick. He lifted Nick's legs to his
chest and pushed his large dick into Nick's ass. He started pulling it
in/out, they moaned and groaned loudly. I could clearly see how my brother
rubbed Nick's cock and a few minutes later, he shot some white stuff like a
gun, landing on his head, face and chest. Then my brother groaned even more
and pushed into Nick's butt his hard penis; then he fell down on top of
him; they were breathing heavily and seemed spent. When recovered, started
kissing and some minutes later started again. This time Nick was on his
belly and a pillow under his crotch....." The two little boys were hard and
rubbing their dicks.

	"Didn't they see you?"

	"Well, they were so engulfed that I could see everything. My dick
got hard and I rubbed it until was sore. I had the nice feeling... and
still it was hard. When they were engaged in the second phase, I slipped
carefully away out of the room to the bathroom."

	"What about your mom?"

	"Everybody was gone and possible they thought I was playing with
you." Instinctively the two little boys were playing with their respective
weenies that were very hard. "John, I want you to do it to me."

	"To do what?"

	"To fuck my butt as my brother did to Nick. It must feel good
because they were having a great time." John grinned to his friend touching
his little pecker.

	"Okay. Let's do it." Saying that, Jeremy lay on his back and raised
his legs up to his chest, as he had seen Nick. John had in front of him
Jeremy's rosebud, he pointed his dick against the pucker and pushed hard,
however he did not succeed; he tried a few more times with the same result,
however, Jeremy moaned every time he felt his friend's cock touching his
hole. "I can't do it. It does not go in. Are you sure he did like that?"

	"Of course I am. It feels very good when your dick touches my
hole."

	"Probably you are enjoying, but my little soldier is getting sore;
besides there must be crap inside." Jeremy disappointed stretched out his
legs to the original position. Suddenly he said:

	"Oh, I forgot. I saw my brother smearing something on his cock and
into Nick's hole.  They called it Vaseline. Do you know what is it?"

	"Yes, I know. My dad used it to ease a suppository into my ass when
I was sick last year. Wait a minute." My son left the room and half a
minute later arrived with a tube. "This is what he used."

	"Okay, put some on your dick and into my hole." He pushed the soft
tube and extracted a glob of the product, smearing on his little penis.

	"It feels nice. How can I put it into your butt?"

	"Just put a glob round it and push it inside with your finger. That
what I saw my brother doing to Nick."

	"But it must be full of crap in there." John argued.

	"No. The crap is further inside, not there. Give me some to spread
on my own dick."  John did as instructed, and when he pulled his finger
into Jeremy's butt it went easily inside.  The little blond moaned in
pleasure, as he was finger fucked. He moaned in lust. "Don't stop John;
that feels very, very good." John took his finger off, positioned in front
of the rounded globes and directed his hard little dick to the magical
hole. He pushed hard and this time he slipped near his entire little dick
into Jeremy's butt. John moaned in pleasure and Jeremy with a little
discomfort.

	"I am in, Jeremy. That felt very good."

	"Wait a minute and push it again." He did as instructed and after a
moment, he pushed again burying his weenie totally in Jeremy
ass. Instinctively he retracted and again pushed into the little
boy. Without any knowledge, he started fucking his friend and Jeremy rubbed
his dick at the same time.

	"Jere... Jeremy, I, I, am getting a very nice feeling"

	"Me too. Please don't stop." He pulled out/in as a rabbit and in
seconds, both little boys were experiencing their first real dry
orgasm?. They continued until their little cocks got flaccid.  John fell on
top of his friend and he kissed him on the lips. Jeremy opened his mouth
and arms and received his friend tongue as he had seen doing his brother.

	"That's was fantastic, Jeremy. Who taught you to kiss like that?

	"I saw them doing it. Did you like it?"

	"Oh yes." John grinned. It is lovely. Let's do it on the other way,
with the pillow under you." A few minutes later, they were again engaged in
their new sex discovery until they were exhausted. Some time later, with
their little bodies worn out they drifted to sleep.

The story had started to repeat again. They spent and enjoyed many nights
together until they were in their early teens.

			EPILOGUE
			--------

My son loved Maggie and she dearly loved my son; he represented for her
that son she never allowed to come into life. She had become part of his
young life with her attentions right from the beginning, she did not do
anything to force the situation. I married her and Jeremy and John acted as
page boys; she was already pregnant, so six months later, my elder daughter
was born, just the same night he was eight, after we had celebrated his
birthday party; since then, she is his favourite sister never forgot her.

During many years, after our marriage, Maggie demonstrated she loved her
"elder son" with all her heart, as she always said. Sometimes her own
children complained that she had only eyes for John, as she preferred him
above all. Of course, that was not true, because she has been an excellent
mother for all, nevertheless, as she use to say "John gained my heart right
from the beginning.

We are in the Year 2000. John adored music; however he is a clever boy and
today is leading our Company in Germany. He married a few years ago and had
two boys, of five and three; both with a mole behind their ears.

I can't make a list of all participants in this long story; however I want
to refer to the twins Manuel and Louis. They are a worldwide famous Spanish
classical guitar duo; they married two rich red haired Argentinean twin
girls and lives in a large rancho together in Cordoba (Argentina). They
have five children each. The children know who their mothers are but I am
sure they don't know for sure who their real fathers are. All refers to
each other as brother or sister in their happy Community, as all have the
same surnames. I would say they are the happiest family in the world.

THE END.