Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 12:23:33 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 1
Dear reader,
This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts
sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no adults are
involved; except themselves when they grow up.
English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Any comment, sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com", will be welcomed
and answered.
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JIM AND FRANCIS
By Al Peres
PART 1
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Chapter 1
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Jim was sat near the window in their private Wagon-Lit cabin, as the train
was crossing the country; northbound to Paris via Madrid. He was 13 y/o and
was going to start as a full boarder student in one of the best school in
Europe, placed in Orleans (France). His father, an old honest poor primary
school teacher, had educated and prepared him very well, however, he could
not afford that school. Mr. Hermann, one of the richest men in his town,
had sponsored him when he knew he wanted to be a great chef. He would stay
for three years in Orleans and then, after graduation, would change into
another school, specifically for Great Chefs; like a University on
Foods. He could have gone to the University in his capital city and become
an Electric Civil Engineer, but he adored cooking.
Landscapes of all kinds passed before him and he did not seem to see
them. After four hours, still his eyes blurred thinking about his family,
especially his beautiful near 11 y/o younger brother; Frankie. He suddenly
smiled recalling that night, almost three years ago, when he found the
little boy rubbing his weenie against the sheets and the pleasure he
experienced. John, his best friend, had advised him to ask Jim about that
nice feeling. Looking thru the train window, but watching anything, Jim
reeled his thoughts back as if someone was telling him the story.
Both brothers shared the same room. That night, as soon as Frankie was
under the covers, he started fucking his own hand placed under his crotch,
as his best friend had told him to do. He had asked nothing to his older
brother. He was so engrossed rubbing his prick that he did not notice Jimmy
was watching him. When Jimmy realised his little brother was over his first
dry orgasm, he grinned and Frankie, still breathing hard, stared astonished
at his brother.
"Did you enjoy, little bro fucking your sheets?"
"How do you know?"
"Because I have done it many times myself; however I must teach you
a couple of things, my angel. Please lock the door, I don't want mom
peeking on us and telling me that I am perverting you. By the way, who
taught you that?"
"John. He said he got his prick pretty sore. He told me to ask you
how to prevent it."
"As usual, he is the clever one. I'll show you what to do from now
on; you mustn't hesitate to ask me, so we can prevent problems."
"Thanks big bro." Frankie locked the door and returned to the
bed. Jim then said:
"Now get naked and lie on your back." As Frankie did so, Jim also
got nude; he looked to his little brother and watched him, he thought for
himself: "What a beautiful boy my little angel is!" His cock started to get
hard. "I'm very fond of girls, but no one is near as beautiful as is my
little angel." He lay on the bed near his brother watching him. He then
said: "Frankie you should take note how I do it to you so you can tell
John."
"Yes Jim, sure I'll do it, he eagerly wants it."
"Ok, I hope you enjoy it." Frankie weenie was at full length now
waiting for his brother actions. Jim thought: "I would like to put it into
my mouth and give him a great pleasure, yet it is much better step by step,
so he and I enjoys." With his right thumb and two fingers, he dragged the
shaft's foreskin back discovering that little pink mushroom pulsating with
excitement. Frankie trembled when his brother touched him; then Jim bent
himself and spate on top of the little prick, and then proceeded to smear
the saliva all over the head and shaft; Frankie started to moan.
"Oh Jim that feels so, so good..."
"Wait until I finish" Jim said. Then he put his left hand under
Frankie's balls sack and started slowly jerking him off. Whenever his
fingers touched the balls sack on his way down Frankie moaned and arched
his hips a little bit. Jim continued jerking off the little pole, now
increasing the pace on every moment; he felt how Frankie's cock grew hard
and red as the blood went up to fill it. When Jim observed his brother was
approaching his climax, he increased the pace. He left Frankie ball sack
tighter; then he started to masturbate himself. Frankie was now moaning in
pleasure, moving his lovely head from one side to other on the pillow
breathing heavily, his mouth dry; he was sweating with the excitement.
"Jim, please, ple?se." Frankie extended his hands in an attempt to
stop his brother; he could not resist it. In a moment, he felt that strong
feeling coming from his groins up to the tip of his little dick. He arched
his hips, stopped breathing, and placed his hands on top of his brother's
fingers.
"Ahg! Oh! He moaned loudly. Then he dropped his child body on the
bed again panting. Jim kissed his brother's abdomen, then his chest and
his sweaty forehead. At this stage, Frankie was near recovered. His older
brother looked tenderly into those beautiful black eyes:
"Did you like it, Frankie?" For an answer the boy dragged his
brother to his chest, hugged, and kissed him on the face.
"Jim, it has been fantastic! I never thought it would be like that."
He had a look to his weenie that still was erect pulsating with his
heartbeats. "Jim, can you do it again?" He grinned to his brother.
"Yes, I can; but look at mine, it is also waiting; I need a
release." Frankie rose as he was sat near his brother and said:
"Jim, please, let me do it to you, and then you can do it to me
again." As he saw the doubt on his brother's eyes, insisted: "Please Jim, I
want you to get that lovely feeling."
"Ok." Jim exchanged positions with his brother and lay on his
back. As he was ready to spit on his brother's dickhead, he observed that
his dickhead was now covered with something like saliva. He looked a little
bit puzzled and stared at his big brother for an answer: "That's precum,
Frankie, so you don't need to put your saliva on it.
"What's precum, Jim?"
"It is a slippery substance expelled thru the tip of my cock to lube
it, so it cannot get sore. Round twelve you'll start getting it when you
are excited, like I'm now; meantime you should always spit on your dick
before jerking it off, otherwise it might get sore. Now straddle me, sit on
my chest facing my dick." Frankie did as ordered watching his brother's
larger dick compared with his. Jim spate on his right hand, and then
smeared his saliva on top and round Frankie's little dick. He could not see
him because he has his brother back, but he was well aware how it
was. Frankie started stroking his brother's cock up and down slowly with
his thumb and two fingers, but Jim told him:
"Frankie, wrap my penis with your hands, look my hand on your cock."
Jim gripped Frankie's dick, however the little pole disappeared in his
larger hand. "Yours is still too small for my hand." Frankie was already
enjoying his brother strokes and with a pitchy voice he said:
"Yes, I understand, but please, don't stop. It is feeling lovely"
Frankie did as instructed. Jim was very excited after seeing his brother
getting his climaxes; his cock was very hard and Frankie felt the
smoothness and warmth of his brother's dick. He continued stroking the
large boyhood, as Jim started moaning and gasping.
"Frankie? please, faster, faster!" he exclaimed. His little brother
increased the pace gripping it very tight, mixing the abundant precum now
oozing from Jim's pee slit. Soon Frankie felt the increase of his brother
strokes at unison with himself. Again that new sensation appeared in his
balls and started going thru up to his penis' head. Both of them were now
loudly moaning and breathing as their climaxes approached. Jim was rubbing
his little brother smooth back and hair; he could not control his
noise. Frankie could not resist; his head tilted back, his forehead covered
with sweat. In a moment, both brothers stopped breathing as Jim arched his
hips lifting his little brother up. Frankie placed his left hand on top of
his brother's fingers to push them down as much as possible; he thought he
would faint when the point of not return arrived and their orgasms hit
them. Frankie lay down on his back on top of his brother chest, both
breathing hard and gasping for air, trying to recover their strengths; now
their cocks getting limp. Frankie turned over, looked into his brother's
eyes, and hugged him very tight.
"Jim, that was wonderful, even better than before." Jim responded
the hug and kissed tenderly his little brother all over his face and
neck. They stopped their petting during some minutes, both brothers gripped
very tight. After some time, Frankie slipped to his side facing his big
brother. "I love you Jim, I love you very much; you are the best brother."
Jim smiled and again started petting his little angel.
"I love you, too, Frankie; this only can be done with someone to
whom you love, otherwise you may have the nice feeling, but never the
afterglow that we have now, that's the difference."
"Jim, will you always love me? Will you teach me more things? Some
boys say that if you touch your weenie too much you might get blind." Jim
grinned.
"I'll love you forever and, of course, I'll teach you a lot of more
things in order you enjoy them, but step by step. This is our secret that
only can be shared with someone you like a lot." He grinned for a
moment. "About getting blind, that's stupid and not true; otherwise my
friends and myself would be blind since long time ago." Both laughed.
"Can I tell John all about this?"
"Yes, you can; I know how much you like each other; I also like him
and his family."
His father's voice and some train sounds interrupted the chain of his
thoughts; he wiped his tears and instinctively curled in the seat to hide
his hardness.
"Sorry dad, I was engaged in my thoughts and?" He felt his old
dad's strong arms round his shoulders.
"We have left Madrid and it is getting dark. Please get ready for
dinner." Father and son dined in silence; the food was good, he knew it
very well, but he was not hungry. They returned to their cabin and got
ready for bed, extending the bunks and sheets. He went on the top one and
his father took the lower one. Put off all lights, except the small one on
the bed headboard. Frank, his father, had an historical novel and started
reading. He knew they would be woken up when crossing the border just a few
hours later. Jim could not get asleep even the rocking sound produced by
the iron wheels on the rail tracks.
To his mind came his parents. His father had been a real hunk, a Don Juan
who had fucked many women until he fell in love with his mother: "his doll"
as he called her. This happened when his father was over 50 y/o; his mom
more than 20 years younger was very weak, due to heart sickness; doctors
advised her not to get married, unless she had someone who could really
take care of her. "Who would bear that burden?" However, the still handsome
man fell in love and married her, after she advising him of her
sicknesses. She wanted to pay back that man's tenderness and love by
getting pregnant; she knew she was risking her life; however, God, Mother
Nature, or whoever decided, three years later, gifted them with a lovely
strong and healthy boy: she named him James, as her own father. Three years
later came his second son, Frankie. The beauty of the family, as Jim called
him.
They grew in the poverty and starving times because of the terrible Spanish
Civil War. Fortunately, Michel, his father's best old friend, had a large
farm and helped the family. Michel had only girls and a boy, his only one,
who was born on the same day than Frankie was. Jim smiled remembering the
closeness of the two boys; they were little lovers.
Jim had thought many times he would have liked a younger father who would
have played with him and his little brother, but he could not have
everything. His parents were the best in the world for them. Jim smiled
when he recalled the first time he knew he had an elder brother, currently
over 40 y/o. His best friend's grandmother told him, suggesting he had to
keep secret for the sake of the family; in those moments, when he learnt
about his existence he was 10 y/o. His father had fucked a girl and she,
seeing herself pregnant, got married with other man. She knew Frank, the
father, did not love her. In the intimacy of their bedroom, he had referred
the story to Frankie, his younger brother:
"I was determined to meet our elder brother, so when I was ten,
liked to play near the rail station. It was near sunset in a hot evening
and I was playing alone trying to hit a pigeon with my hand-made rubber
catapult; two 12 y/o old boys wanted it, so I attacked one of them trying
to escape. The other boy hit me on the shoulder and I fell on the dusted
ground; as he was to hit me again, I saw how two strong arms lifted them
out of me saying:
"You should be ashamed: attacking a ten-years-old little boy. Go
away; otherwise you might feel my hand on your butts." The boys immediately
ran away; then he extended his hand and lifted me. "Are you alright, Jim?"
He stared into my eyes and I recognized dad's eyes. I don't know but I felt
comforted with that familiar stare, so I said:
"I'm alright, thanks big brother." He looked at me tenderly, he
seemed not surprised, and pushed me against his side. Then he gave me his
handkerchief to clean my face ruffling my hair.
"You are a brave boy and I suppose you are thirsty." I did not know
what to say, however I told what I first thought in that moment.
"Not braver than you when you were my age." He knew then that I had
found out something about him. He pushed me again to his side. He took my
hand and we entered into the station canteen; it felt great, I glared at
him smiling. He then said to the barman:
"Please Carlos, give me two orange refreshments." How did he know
what I liked most? I thought to myself. Carlos, a friend of his, watched
us in complicity. We sat in a corner near a window facing the rail
tracks. I was near the wall and he very close to me, our hips touching. He
poured the refreshment into two glasses and gave one to me. He smiled as he
gave a sip. "Does dad know that you know what?? I grinned with the
difficult sentence and gladly sighed as he admitted we were brothers
without making any fuss. I put my right arm round his back waist and he
placed his left on my shoulders.
"No. He doesn't." Then I felt how he kissed my head. I melted and I
think my eyes blurred as I asked: "Why, why? why shall I hide you are my
big brother? He sighed again and pulled our bodies together.
"Jim, you are too young to understand now. We live in a stupid
society with stupid rules and we are obliged to accept them if we want to
live here." I thought for a moment, and after taking a sip of my
refreshment, I said.
"I hate this way of life. When I grow up, I'll fly away to some
place where I have the freedom to express to my brother what?" I stopped. I
think he guessed what I was trying to say because he pushed me against
him. Then he said:
"Jim, I love you and our brother, too. You surely will grow and
perhaps to have the opportunity of freely expressing your wonderful
feelings. Believe me, it is very hard for me to see you and Frankie playing
in the street and could not raise you to my arms hug and kiss you both as I
do to my own children. You are my truly family."
"Tomas, can I, can I? hug you? He stared at me, and before he could
say anything, I stood hugged and kissed him as I do to you, Frankie. He
hugged me back and kissed my forehead. We remained for a few minutes
together, he then said:
"Jim, it is dark; you better go home; I don't want dad to worry
about. I know for experience how he feels about his sons. I smiled
understanding. I then asked him:
"Tomas, can I see you some time? I would like to be and talk to you
more about us." He thought for a moment, and then said.
"We should not give people the opportunity for gossips, so you must
be carefully as I was during years with dad. My Company will take over a
contract to build some high-voltage lines in this area. I'll let you know
so we can chat in the open freely." We set up encounters without witnesses
to talk about everything."
Chapter 2
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Jim heard some knocks on the train cabin; his father opened and two police
officers entered; one French and his Spanish colleague. After a few quick
questions, regarding if he had anything to declare they left saying
goodnights. They were crossing the border. It was very late and Jim drifted
to sleep. The next day would arrive to Paris. He started dreaming.
Frankie jumped on Jim's bed that received him with open arms. They hugged
and Frankie kissed his brother tenderly on the lips.
"I love you Jim, sure that I'll miss you."
"I love you too, little bro. My heart will always be with you"
Frankie looked at his dear brother eyes, and then he scooted down and
started licking and sucking Jim's nipples. Jim moaned in pleasure not
knowing his brother reaction.
"Jim, you are leaving and I wonder when you will be able to fuck
anyone, or even to suck, so I want you to fuck me, but tenderly." Jim
hugged his brother and caressed his smooth face.
"Frankie, you don't need to do it. I may hurt you. On the other
hand, you prefer to fuck that being fucked, except with your friend John."
"Now it'll be different. John and I do it each other and I think I'm
prepared. I want to please you and have a good time together. We'll not be
able to be alone as tonight before you go, so we have only this chance."
Jim again kissed tenderly his beautiful little brother.
"No, Frankie; I can't do it to you. You are my little angel; please
forget this. I'll never make a thing like this to you. However, we can do
what we have done many times; you have already grown up and I love watching
your face's expression when the feeling hits you." The younger boy grinned.
"I don't mind, it is your opportunity, but I like to watch you when
the nice feeling arrives to you, too."
All of a sudden the images and place changed, as in most of the
times happen in dreams. Now in front of him was John, Frankie's best
friend. He was grinning and started to caress Jim's chest; licking and
sucking his earlobes, nipples, bellybutton and finally passionately his
lips. Their tongues met, and their saliva mixed. Their dicks were hard as
rocks, then John scooted down to his friend's brother crotch; he continued
down and felt how Jim's dick rubbed underneath of him. He straddled him
over his thighs and started licking and sucking his large cock. "Please,
don't stop John. In one minute, the teenager stopped breathing, arched his
hips as he felt his little friend's hands gripping his balls; and then he
placed his hands on his young friend's head and moaned as he reached the
peak?"
"Jim! Jim! Are you alright?" He felt his father's hand shaking
him. Still breathing with the interruption of his dream; he blushed and
answered:
"Yes dad. Sorry, it was only a dream." He returned to his bunk and
Jim found himself gripping his penis. Fortunately, he was naked and his
spunk spread on his belly. He took a small towel from a paper bag hanging
on the wall and cleaned himself. "It had been so real! Why have I dreamt
this? I would never do anything to my angel's friend; even if he asked me."
He thought with shame. It was dawn and the train was crossing at a great
speed the French green countryside. He recalled the last night at home and
the farewell in the farm.
Jim could not stand when he hugged his brother Tomas; he had been very
attached to him during the past three years and was too emotional in those
moments, nevertheless, that finished and they left them with their hearts
broken. When he hugged John, his little brother's best friend and lover, he
murmured on his ears.
"John, please look after Frankie, he is a good boy and loves you."
Tears dribbled along John's cheeks. He could not resist the emotion and ran
to his room to sob quietly. That evening was the last before his
departure. He did not need to prepare any heavy luggage, only a few clothes
since the school had already prepared all he might need during his stay in
France; only his father prepared his suitcase for his journey to
Orleans. That night they went early to bed. Both brothers got naked as
usual and went under the covers, face to face. Both were sobbing, they
hugged and kissed tenderly on the lips. Then Frankie said:
"Jim, would you like to make some sex? I am ready and want to please
you as much as possible. I want you to carry all my best in your heart."
Jim tears dribbled down to his own mouth, as he was looking at his brother.
"No Frankie. Tonight I want only to watch your beautiful face. I
want to grab in my mind up to the most little point of you, my brother."
They hugged again. Frankie cuddled himself in his brother chest, his bum
tight to his brother now flaccid dick. They were very close. Jim kissed
Frankie's back neck and said goodnights. He put the lights off and drifted
to sleep. He felt for a long time his brother's wetness of tears, as he
also got asleep. At dawn, he heard Jim gasps and his throbbing dick fucking
his thighs; Jim was dreaming. He put his legs very tight in order to give
his brother as much pleasure as possible. Jim continued shoving his cock;
he felt his dickhead against his ball sack, it made him hard. Frankie
grabbed his own cock and started stroking it at the same pace than his
brother was fucking his legs. Soon their breaths stopped as Frankie reached
his climax and he felt the warm wetness of his brother semen between his
legs. Jim even got him closer than before; he kissed his brother on the
back. Frankie did not move, still wondering if Jim was asleep or not. He
did not want to get up and disturb his brother; with his hand, he extended
all Jim's semen along his legs, so no a single drop fell on the sheets.
They got up early, all were sad and in silence, no one wanting to disturb
the others, then their mom said:
"Well boys, this is not a funeral and Jim doesn't go to the war."
She was trying to look stronger than she really was; she had not ever been
separated from any of her children and her heart was suffering that moment
as never before. Frankie also wanted to look stronger, but he knew that in
the moment to hug his brother he would collapse; "if I had John with me it
would have been different"; he thought. They put the luggage in the little
car and left for the rail station. They checked in, and near the boarding
wagon, Jim and his mom hugged tenderly, both trying to remain strong. The
problem arrived when both brothers hugged; Frankie as a little boy could
not resist his tears as his body shook with an uncontrollable spasms.
"Please Frankie, I, I, I love you" Frankie said nothing; he kissed
his brother and ran outside the platforms area, near the canteen. He did
not want anybody to see him crying, so he sat down on a marble bench in a
corner of the station's garden. Fifteen minutes later, he felt an arm on
his shoulders.
"Let's go home, son." His mom said.
Father and son had breakfast and lunch with not much hunger and words. Te
train would be at the Austerliz's station within a couple of hours. Finally
they arrived. After clearing customs, they saw a man on uniform in the
waiting public terminal with a sheet on his hands with their surname on
it. They presented to him:
"Glad to meet you, Mr. Martinez." They shook hands and he
transported them to the school in Orleans, arriving round 5 pm. It was a
large school with separated buildings; the car stopped in front of the main
iron gate where a well dressed man received them. He was surprised not
seeing many boys. "Where are they?" Jim thought.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Martinez. Let me introduce myself, I'm Rene
Callous, sub director of this school. The director apologies for not
receiving you, he had a compromise this afternoon." He shook hands with
them.
"Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Callous; we don't
deserve so much attention." The driver took Jim's suitcase, however Jim
thanked him and took himself his little luggage. They entered into the
large building, going thru a marble wide staircase to the first floor, then
thru the left corridor. They stopped on the door number 10. Mr. Callous
knocked on the door and entered. It was a very large room with two
king-size single beds. Two large wardrobes; nightstands, and two tables
with little study lamps on them. Two leather armchairs, and a large
sofa. On the bottom there was a large window facing to the gardens, and on
the left wall, a small white door to enter into a tiny bathroom, with a
shower. However, what called Jim's attention was a lovely blond boy that
stood up as they entered in the room; the boy looked sad, or at least, he
was serious. His hair was blond, but not as his brother Tomas' children,
especially little Francis and his elder sister, Nuria. Their hair was
summer straw golden colour, while this boy was near as silver; cut to his
temples, and soft like silk. That, together with his round face, gave him
an appearance of a younger child.
"Let me introduce you to Mr. Fran‡oise Lambert, this is James
Martinez, your roommate and his father Mr. Frank Martinez." They extended
their hands and shook them. Jim felt the warmness of the boy's hand on his;
he stared at him, the boy bent a little his head avoiding Jim's gaze; he
could observe how the beautiful boy blushed with shyness. He was as tall as
he was; however, his features looked as a boy of 11 or 12 y/o. After
showing the room, Mr. Callous said:
"Mr. Martinez, I'll come back in half an hour to show you the
school. After that, round 8:00 pm, we expect you to join us for dinner."
Then addressing to Fran‡oise he added: "Please Mr. Lambert, will you
also join us? Fran‡oise blushed again, after a little doubt.
"Yes sir. Thanks for your invitation." Mr. Callous grinned and
left. He them still red, said:
"James, I'll show you the room. The first bed is mine, 10a, and this
one near the window is yours, 10b." He opened Jim's wardrobe: "This is your
wardrobe; someone brought all your clothes a few days ago." Jim looked at
his father astonished as he checked the content. Two drawers full of
underwear; boots, shoes, shirts of many kinds, etc. even a fur hat.
"Thank you Fran‡oise for your help." He pronounced his name in
his strong French, however, Fran‡oise said nothing. Frank and Jim talked
a little bit in French, arranging everything. They washed and a couple of
minutes later Mr. Callous arrived.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes, we are", Frank replied. They walked along the buildings; and
visited the gym, dorms, library, sport fields, etc.
"Mr. Martinez, we are very proud of our school and of our town. In
the past Orleans was the second city in France; now we are still recovering
from the bombings during the World War Two. As you can see, there are not
many students today; mostly are five days boarders since we are not very
far from Paris. Only fifty are seven day's." They talked about the town
history, Jean d'Arc, the beauty of the cathedral, etc. Dinnertime arrived
and they entered into the dinning room. All fifty boys, from 11 to 16 were
sat on their respective tables. A large table had been prepared on a
corner. Three persons were already sat when they arrived: the Director, his
assistant, and the Organization Mgr. Mr. Callous introduced the group to
them. When they sat down, dinner started to be served by some middle age
women. The director, Mr. Martin, explained to Frank the organization and
asked about Mr. Hermann and his project. When dinner was near over,
Mr. Martin asked Jim:
"Well James, what do you think about our kitchen?" Jim blushed, he
was only an apprentice and was honoured by the head master, however he
gazed at his dad; Frank, with a sight encouraged him to answer. Jim in his
strong French said:
"Sir, everybody knows about the excellence of French cooking."
"I know, but you are going to become into something like an engineer
on food, and in a better cook; I know you are very keen on it." Jim had
given a political answer, but the director was now asking his opinion.
"Sir, in my poor opinion, I don't think you would find a better
turtle soup in a restaurant. I have cooked it before, even with live
animals, and I must honestly say that this is double better." The director
smiled about Jim's compliment, he then continued. "The roast beef, in spite
of the excellent quality of the product, five minutes less into the oven
would have been my ideal; however I'm only an apprentice, Sir." The
Director smiled and he motioned the lady serving the table to approach. He
spoke to her, and a few minutes later, the cook arrived. The Principal
introduced his guests and he sat on the table.
"Marcel, James has appreciated your excellent cooking, however he
has detected what you have said me many times, the meat is too done; five
minutes less was the ideal." The man glanced at Jim and he blushed in front
of a high professional.
"James, my kitchen is open to you in case you want to help us any
time."
"It'll be a great honour, Sir, but I have to postpone it until my
French is a little better" All smiled.
"It is better than my Spanish." The cook said as all smiled in the
distended table. The director, addressing to Frank asked:
"Which are your plans, Mr. Martinez?"
"Well, I should fly back tomorrow; I have many things to do that
cannot wait. On the other hand, I'm considering postponing my departure for
one day and paying a tourist visit to this historical town."
"I applaud your decision. I would suggest you spend the day in our
small town. Mr. Lambert knows it better than anybody else; he's very fond
of art and an excellent guide." Fran‡oise blushed deeply at the
director's words and compliment."
"Sir, it'll be a great pleasure to serve Mr. Martinez as a guide."
The director now addressed to Mr. Callous:
"Please Ren‚; arrange everything for these two lads for
tomorrow's absence." Frank thanked to all present for their kindness. The
boys returned to their room and Frank was transported to his hotel; an old
building recently restored. Once the two boys were into their room, Jim
said:
"I must get a shower, the journey had been long and I feel dirty."
Fran‡oise did not face him directly due to his shyness, but he said:
"Well, in fact I shower myself every night before going to bed. It
relaxes me."
"In that case, please Fran‡oise; you shower first, because I have
to arrange my clothes and to know where everything is."
"I didn't mean that James", Fran‡oise said embarrassed."
"I know that, but please, shower you first." Fran‡oise
reluctantly accepted. He prepared his clothes and after some minutes he
returned wearing his pyjama. Jim then took off all his dirty clothes and
naked entered into the tiny shower. His roommate opened his mouth and
blushed when he saw Jim nude for a moment. Jim showered without caring much
about Fran‡oise, he returned to his bed wrapped in the large towel. He
observed the boy and could notice his embarrassment.
"Sorry, Fran‡oise, perhaps you feel embarrassed with my nudity,
but it is normal at home and?"
"Oh no, James; don't worry; I, I, don't mind." Jim sent him his best
smile, however he knew this boy liked to see him naked; however he was too
shy to demonstrate. Jim did not wear any underwear when sleeping; however,
he put on his blue pyjama. He was tired, nevertheless he wanted to practice
his French and talk with the sad boy.
"I must thank you Fran‡oise for you offering yourself to
accompany us to visit the town."
"It'll be a pleasure; moreover, it gives me the opportunity to stay
outside the school. Saturdays are very bored, unless you are enrolled in a
sport team, so I normally take the chance to read or walk in the school
park." Jim wanted to make him more questions; for example, why he was so
sad, and why he was alone, but he thought he would have enough time to get
this beautiful boy being happy. Jim sat down on his bed facing Fran‡oise
that had put off his little lamp and was in bed on his left side. He
observed the beauty of his blond hair, near white; his thick red lips, in
summary, except for his sadness, he was a very cute boy. When he thought
the boy was asleep, he removed his towel and naked as he was, walked to the
bathroom to hang it. He returned and sat down for the moment, leaving on a
little red lamp between the two beds. Nevertheless, Fran‡oise was far
from being sleep; with his eyes near closed, he had been spying his
roommate movements. When Jim took off his towel he silently sighed. He
watched Jim's tan that did not show on the part covered by the swimming
suit.
"He is as white as myself, oh my god! What a lovely body he has." He
thought. "His cock's thicker than mine, but very much the same in length. I
would like to caress that lovely skin, it must be so smooth; and those
round buttocks as a little child globes?" He noticed his dick was hard,
very hard. Jim was rock asleep, he did not dare even to move, but he could
not resist the temptation to watch his new roommate closely, now that he
was sleeping. "If I weren't so shy? Oh my god!" Fran‡oise was rubbing
his dick; he could not help, but to jack it off. He put on his little lamp,
Jim did not move; he was in those first stages of hard sleeping. He
approached him and contemplated the large eyelashes and his dark waving
hair. With caution, he touched it with one hand while he was stroking his
dick with the other. He felt his climax arriving; he took off all his
clothes and tossed then on his bed, then entered in the little bathroom,
leaving the door ajar, watching Jim's head. He needed only a few strokes,
as he had to cover his mouth in order to prevent any noise that could wake
Jim up; he moaned. He alleviated himself, but his young body and his
excitement requested more. He again dared to approach Jim's bed,
contemplating his handsome roommate: "How I would like to kiss his lips and
caress that black hair!" He thought. He continued masturbating his dick
that now terrible hard and covered with precum. He only could hear his
heartbeats and the noise made by his hand. He was gasping and feared Jim
could wake up, only thinking that, he got red. He increased his pace and a
couple of minutes later he received that tremendous orgasm. He had to put
his left hand on the washbasin to stand and not falling on the floor; his
knees buckled and he had to sit on the floor breathing heavily.
He remained for several minutes squat until he recovered. Then cleaned the
spilt of his small load of semen and showered quickly; however, when he got
to his bed, took off his pyjamas and underwear and went under covers stark
naked. It felt so nice to feel his body free inside the sheets! "Why I
haven't done this before?" Fran‡oise asked himself. Then he thought:
"I'll do my best to keep him as my friend." Before he could realize he got
asleep, and for the first time, since months, with a lovely smile on his
face.
Chapter 3
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Soon he started dreaming, he was in his homeland, Normandy; James with him
and in the centre was his little brother Charlie. The three of them naked,
running along his hilly grass covered country. Charlie was in the middle;
giving his right hand to him and his left to James. The little boy laughed
with that angel voice he has. They stopped on a smooth hill facing the sea;
he kissed tenderly Jim and he kissed back him, then Charlie argued:
"What's about me?" Both kneeled and kissed the little boy on his
face, his neck and on his lips. "This is awesome, I love you both." He said
in his lovely American ascent.
Jim also was dreaming; he was with Fran‡oise in John's farm, in that
hill covered with thousands of daisies. Frankie and John were petting as
they love each other, their dicks hard and rubbing against their
crotches. He was hard, very hard, and Fran‡oise too. He said:
"Let's imitate them" He started caressing him and he noticed how his
hand took his cock; kneeled and put it into his mouth. He was stroking that
lovely silky blond hair as his orgasm was approaching. He was gasping;
suddenly all figures dashed away; a couple of seconds before he started
spurting his load; he realized it was a dream but had no time to stop
it. He took his erect dick and pushed it between his thighs. He felt the
warmth of his white stuff between them. He looked at the other bed and saw
Fran‡oise with a happy smile on his beautiful face; in those moments, he
would have liked to kiss him and continue the whole night cuddled in his
bed and making love. He still was hard; he got up and looking to that angel
face he jacked off in front of him until his climax was very near; then
went into the bathroom and finished his hand job. He returned to his bed
gazing his new friend. Relaxed, he drifted to asleep.
"Come on James, the lights are on since a long time, we must get up"
Jim rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"What time is it? Fran‡oise looked his wristwatch.
"It is 9:30, and we promised your dad to be there round 11:00. We
must have breakfast first." Jim sat on the bed naked as he was, he did not
realize that fact, however Fran‡oise turned himself as he blushed
because he remained some seconds looking at Jim's lovely body.
"Is it still open the dinning room?" He shouted from the bathroom"
"No, it isn't. We'll have it outside in town."
"Sorry Fran‡oise, I was very tired and I had some strange
dreams." Fran‡oise blushed as he reminded his own dreams.
"Me too, James; but I'm more accustomed to the school time table,
you'll adjust yourself after a few days." Jim came out and saw his roommate
already dressed and waiting. He took the same type of clothes and a few
minutes later, they were running to the main gate. They greeted Rene, as
the janitor put down the time the boys had left the school.
"Have a nice day, boys."
"Thanks Rene, the same to you." Jim could observe that
Fran‡oise's face was different; he was beaming in delight and did not
stop talking. "Why this boy changes as soon as he leaves the school? Does
he feel it as a prison? Why?" The boy got him out of his thoughts. "James,
I, I would like to ask you a great favour." Jim was surprised.
"What is it, Fran‡oise?" The boy blushed again.
"Please, will you promise not to offend yourself?" Jim got serious
and astonished with the boy's words. He had just known him only a few
hours.
"Why shall I feel offended myself?"
"Well, I, I don't know how to say, but only I want you and your dad
to be my guests today. In Normandy, my home country, when a person is a
host, he pays everything and I, I, want to pay everything today. I know
that you, Spaniards, are very proud and you might not accept a boy's
invitation." Jim got silence and staring into Fran‡oise intense blue
eyes, he put his hands on the boy shoulders; he noticed how Fran‡oise
trembled at his touch, nodding his head.
"Fran‡oise, I would never be offended by any action from
you. Unless I am wrong, you are not that kind of a person. I'll try to
convince my dad; I would do the same if I were you in Spain."
"Thank you James" He raised his head and looked to his new
roommate. "This is the first time that I am a host, and I have not much
experience."
"I don't have much experience as being a guest, either." They
grinned and resumed their chat. They entered in a caf‚, not far from the
hotel and asked for breakfast.
"What do you want to have, James?"
"White coffee and toasts; however, instead of butter and marmalade,
I'll put olive oil and honey" Fran‡oise was taken aback.
"You have demonstrated to be a good cook; I guess it is one of your
experiments."
"Yes. You'll try just one of my toasts, if you don't like it I'll
eat it myself." Fran‡oise ordered the meal and he was greatly surprised
with the experiment. Toasts made from good bread were essential for the
results. The boys asked for more toasts, enjoying that lovely time
together. When finished went to meet Frank. They paid a long visit to the
gothic cathedral, Town Hall, and many other parts of the town. Round 1:30
pm they walked to the North riverbank to have lunch. It was a nice
restaurant facing the river Loire; from the elevated restaurant's terrace,
they could see the apparent calmed water of the great river, a beautiful
place that surprised Frank and Jim.
"Congratulations Fran‡oise, this is a very nice place. It reminds
me our river; however, this is bigger than ours." Fran‡oise smiled
satisfied with the election. They entered and when were sitting down, saw
two other students with their families that waved them. Then the other boys
approached Fran‡oise, and Jim stood up.
"Hi Fran‡oise, is this your new roommate?"
"Yes, he is. Let's introduce you." He then addressing to Jim said:
"James these are Raphael Lopez and Noel Martin" These are Frank Martinez
and his son James." They greeted, however as Raphael heard the surname he
asked in Spanish, but with a strong French ascent.
"Are you Spaniards, sir?"
"Yes, we are; it looks like you are a Spanish descendant."
"You are right sir, my parents came to France when the civil war was
near over." Frank found impolite to continue speaking in Spanish since he
assumed there were two persons that did not understand it.
"Sorry Raphael, but these persons don't understand Spanish." The boy
blushed and turned into French again.
"Noel also speaks Spanish. We come from Marseille; there, a lot of
people have both languages."
"Welcome to our school, James." Both boys said. They shook hands and
returned to their table. They started speaking with their parents and soon
both men came to greet the group, especially to Frank. As they were
introduced, Frank got up and they all went to greet their wives that had
remained sat round the table. The whole group started an animated
conversation regarding the common country. Frank then said:
"Please, once our lunch is over, I would be very pleased if you
accept to take a cup of coffee with us in the terrace."
"That would be an excellent idea; I would like to chat about Spain
and the?" He stopped because he wanted to say "bloody"?dictator commanding
that noble nation." Frank guessed Raphael's dad thoughts and grinned.
"I'm a republican, too, Raphael; fortunately we are in a free
country and it is a relief to speak with freedom. I wait for you all after
lunch."
"Alright, we'll be there." They shook hands again and Frank kissed
the women hands, returning to their respective tables. "They seem good
persons, at least they are compatriots and always it is a pleasure to speak
with them; and much more if they share your own political ideas."
"Dad, we want to hire a boat and row in the river, I didn't want to
say it to you, but now that you have found someone to stay with?"
"Alright, boys; however, the boys are your colleagues and you
should, at least invite them." Jim looked to Fran‡oise and he nodded.
"We'll do, dad." They had a pleasant lunch that lasted near two
hours; they were not hurry. Before had finished, Fran‡oise got up as
going to make pee, and he arranged the payment. They got up and went to the
crystal covered terrace facing the river waters. The other families also
got up, and all joined in a comfortable and amicable ring chatting. Then
Fran‡oise said:
"Raphael, Noel; James and I want to row. Do you want to join us?
"Thanks Fran‡oise, but I'm sure this will be an interesting
conversation of the elderly regarding the Spanish war, and I don't want to
lose a single word of it." Then he asked to his friend: "Noel, would you
like to join them?" The other boy looked at his friend.
"No, thanks. I'm not very fond of rivers." When James and
Fran‡oise were leaving, Frank advised them:
"Boys, please be careful." Fran‡oise answered.
"Don't worry Mr. Martinez, we are good swimmers, and I'm a sailor."
They smiled and the boys left. On the docks, they hired a boat for two
hours and said to the man in charge where they had planned to go. They
would go up stream to the little island with the weeping willows.
Fran‡oise expertly jumped into the boat, as James doubted; instinctively
he gave him his hand. When he realized it blushed as he felt an electrical
current thru his whole body. "Why am I so shy, my god?" He asked
himself. He took both oars and they sat down on the central bank, their
thighs rubbing. Fran‡oise trembled with the touch as he gave
instructions to Jim. "I suppose you have never rowed before."
"You are absolutely right man." He honestly answered.
"Alright. You follow how I do it, you must introduce the oar in the
water vertically, not too deep, near the surface, but the oar must remain
into the water when you pull it to your chest; then you must rotate it when
it is off. Look at me!" He motioned several times until Jim got the
idea. They started rowing upstream, at the beginning with some difficulty
for Jim, but he soon learnt and the boat smoothly crossed the water. It
took them near an hour to get on the island. It was very small, near in the
centre of the large river and covered with weeping willows. Fran‡oise
tied up the boat to a tree, and then he lay down on his back sweating; Jim
imitated him.
"I feel very happy when I come to this island. When I receive my
dad's visit, I always take a boat; some times alone or accompanied by him
and I come here." Jim meditated why this boy felt so unhappy and why today
was so lovely.
"Fran‡oise, I also love the quietness of this place, but?" He
stared at his new friend and found him with his sight somewhere on a point
of the river. He looked now a strange and beautiful. Why was he so sad? Jim
then asked his new friend: "Fran‡oise, may I call you Francis?" He
turned his head to look directly to Jim, with surprise:
"Francis? What does it means?
"It is the short name for Francisco that we use in Spain, equal to
Fran‡oise."
"Why? Don't you like my name?"
"It is a lovely one. But Francis is shorter and no one knows it;
besides, you remind me a lot my nephew Francis, he also has blue eyes and
blond hair, like you have; he is not as blond as you are, but is a
beautiful little boy; he's almost ten. I love him a lot." Jim sighed.
"Thank you James for your idea, I like it, however, if you don't
mind, I also would like to find you a better name; James is too serious for
a boy like you. How is your name in Spanish?
"Jaime, equal to Santiago, equal to Jacques in French"
"What's about whether I call you Jim?"
"I love that, Francis." Fran‡oise smiled openly. "Yes, I like
that Francis, Francis!" Jim jumped on top of Fran‡oise and started
tickling him everywhere, especially under his armpits. The boy laughed and
laughed; soon he turned Jim down and he took his chance on tickling him the
same. Please, Please, Francis stop, stop." He could not articulate his
words as he continued laughing. When they calmed down their laugh
Fran‡oise said:
"We better keep those names for us and when we are in
private. Please, don't ask me why." Jim thought for a moment that perhaps
he had gone too far, but he saw him happy. Fran‡oise guessed his friend
thoughts: "Jim, please, it is not what you might think."
"Well, I like to call you like this because we are friends, and I
like to distinguish my friends."
"Thank you Jim for considering me your friend, but it is only a few
hours that we known each other." Jim glanced into those beaming blue eyes;
he would have liked to express different words to this sad boy but he did
not want to risk his early friendship.
"Fran‡oise, sometimes you are living for years with a person and
never get to know him; however, other times, only a few hours are enough,
in this instance this is the case." Fran‡oise did not want to continue
because he felt he would say something inconvenient. How to say Jim that he
felt homosexual and that he liked him? How would he react? He did not want
to lose him now that he felt much better, so he changed the subject. He
stood up and again got his smile.
"Hey! My name's Francis; besides we need to christianise each
other." Jim looked puzzled to his friend."
"What do you mean with to christianise? I'm not religious."
"Never mind. Get naked waist up." Amusingly he dragged Jim from his
hand to near the river's water; he did not realize of the physical contact
with his friend, the same happened to Jim that was laughing. Fran‡oise
took some water in his hands. "Please bend your head." Jim did and the boy
dropped the water on his black waving hair: "I'm your godfather, and you
are now Jim for me forever." As he raised his head, Fran‡oise kissed his
forehead." Jim felt something stirring thru his body as he noticed
Fran‡oise's lips on his forehead. Jim followed the joke.
"Now is your turn." Fran‡oise took off his clothes and Jim felt
an increase of the stirring in his stomach as he watched his naked white
chest near him. He also took the water and dropped on the blond hair. "I'm
your godfather and you are now Francis for me forever." Fran‡oise had
his hair cut near his eyes; Jim separated it into two locks and kissed him
on the forehead. Francis near fainted when he felt Jim's lip touching
him. He murmured for himself "I love you my Jim, I love you." Jim broke the
ice starting to ticklish his friend again. They ran round the small island
happily trying to ticklish each other until they were tired and fell on the
grass.
"Jim, we must return, otherwise they will send a patrol boat to
fetch us."
"What time is it? Fran‡oise took his wristwatch from his pocket."
"We must go, it is near 6:00, soon it will be dark, fortunately now
we'll be down stream, and in twenty minutes we'll be docking." They jumped
into the boat and each one took an oar. They were happy and still
joking. Fran‡oise wanted this situation to last forever; he was very
happy for the first time since he resumed school. Then he asked: "Jim, how
happens that you have a nephew of ten?" Jim grinned.
"Also I have a niece; she is only some months younger than me." He
watched how his friend dropped his mouth in disbelief. Jim then added: "It
is an old and long story, perhaps some time I'll tell you. Just in summary,
I have an elder half brother to which I dearly love. My dad later on
married my mother. She is a beautiful woman, but is heartsick since she was
young. My dad, Frankie, my little brother, and I, looked after her; now I'm
worried." Jim got sad.
"I also have a story on my family, you at least have your mother; I
have none. My dad and Uncle Carl looked after my sister Margarita and me
since we were near babies. It is a little sad story, now it is much
better." When Jim was to answer his friend, he heard the man in charge of
the boats telling them to dock, and go immediately upstairs. His dad was
asking for them. They found Frank and the other families talking
amicably. As Noel saw them, he said:
"Oh boys, you'll never know how interesting their stories were! I
didn't lose a single word. It was so amazing! These men were truly brave as
they fought the fascist people." Then Jim said:
"I know how they fought, but also how they and we suffered the
consequences. Still there are many persons suffering from that stupid
war. Fortunately the dictator is very old and we hope his life will get an
end soon."
"Wars never solve anything, they always punish the poor and the
weaker, as the children", Fran‡oise added."
The boys still talked about the school and many other items meanwhile the
adults continued remembering their young times and about the current French
political situation. It was 7:00, when they decided to break the lovely
evening. They made promises to meet some other time and said goodbye. They
returned to the hotel and Frank invited Fran‡oise and his son to dinner.
When finished went upstairs to Frank's room. Fran‡oise knew that the
difficult moment was approaching, and he decide to leave father and son
alone.
"Well Mr. Martinez, it was a great pleasure to have known you, I
hope this won't be the last time we see each other." He extended his hand
out, but Frank ignoring it hugged the boy and Fran‡oise wrapped his
young arms round the adult. Frank in a whisper said to him.
"Please Fran‡oise, look after my son! This is the first time we
separate."
"I'll do sir, I promise." He felt his tears approaching, so he broke
the hug saying: "Jim, I'll wait for you downstairs in the hall. Have a safe
journey back to Spain, Mr. Martinez."
"Thanks Fran‡oise." The boy left. Jim could not resist his
emotions and launched himself into his dad's arms, kissing his father
everywhere. He said amongst sobs:
"Do you think it is worthwhile all this suffering for a career?"
"Yes, I do. Jim please, you must be brave as always you have
been. Your life is just starting and mine near ending. These are sad
moments but you must learn that life is not always a sweet way. I love you
my son." Jim continued sobbing on his dad's chest.
"I love you dad. Please tell mom and Frankie that I love them, I'll
write you every Sunday. Look after mom; she needs your caresses more than
anything else." Jim remained in his dad's arms for a while; however, he
knew his old father was near to breaking. He hugged him tightly and kissed
on the lips, as in a special moment: "Goodbye dad." He hastily separated
from his father and ran to the stairs down to the hall. As Fran‡oise saw
him he stood up and they left the hotel. This was not very far from the
school; the night was chilly and dark.
Chapter 4
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Fran‡oise thought his new friend needed his help, so risking himself, he
extended his right hand and pressed Jim's left one in his. Jim glanced at
him; still his eyes blurred, and pressed Fran‡oise's. In silence, they
walked slowly up to the school, feeling each other their emotions. When
they were near the main gate, broke and entered in the school, saying good
nights to the night porter. The man put down their names and the time of
arrival.
Jim could not resist the contained emotions in his chest, he wanted and
needed to release his emotions; so, as soon as they were near the building
of their dorm he ran upstairs into his room. He jumped and laid on his
tummy bitterly crying in silence. Fran‡oise understood his friend's
behaviour and slowly followed him. He would have liked to leave Jim alone,
but it was late in night and soon lights would be off. He entered into
their room and found his loved friend crying; he noticed how his
convulsions stretched his chest. He wanted to console him, but did not know
what to do.
He thought it was better to leave him to get his emotions out and relax. It
was good he was crying and was night, because nobody, except himself, would
see him. In silence he brushed his teeth and put off the lights. He could
not sleep watching his roommate in those conditions. When he thought that
his friend was a little bit relaxed, approached to his bed, and touched him
on the shoulder softly; then he said:
"Please Jim, take it easy. I, I, I know your pain and how you feel."
Jim suddenly raised himself and still with a blur on his eyes hugged him:
"Sorry Francis. Thanks. I needed to get out of me all the
accumulated tensions of these days." Francis tenderly separated his friend
and looked into those black wells of his eyes.
"I know it Jim. I have gone thru that before." Both friends hugged
again.
"Sorry Francis, I'm not as brave as I thought."
"You are braver than the majority of the boys of this school; when I
left my home the first time I cried during a week." The exaggeration
produced a miracle and Jim grinned.
"I think I should brush my teeth." He entered into the bathroom;
Fran‡oise heard how Jim washed himself and returned to his bed. In a few
minutes, they drifted to sleep. It was near dawn when Fran‡oise heard
Jim crying in his nightmare: "Please, mom, please? don't leave me; I still
need you? Frankie, please help me." Fran‡oise got up and went to Jim's
bed; he was sweating and tears rolling down his cheeks to the pillow. He
then bent over his friend and kissed him on the forehead saying: "I'm here
Jim, I would never leave you." Jim in his dream, grinned and stopped
sobbing, soon he was asleep with a smile on his face. The following day was
Sunday. They slept until 8:30 when Fran‡oise woke Jim up.
"Come on Jim! It is 8:30 and dinning room close at 9:00." Jim woke
with a yawn stretching out his arms. His friend insisted: "C'mon lazy man,
unless you don't want any breakfast; I'm starving." Jim jumped from the bed
naked as he had slept; his penis erect due to the pee in his bladder. He
washed his face and in a couple of minutes, he was getting dressed into the
grey sweater.
"I'm ready. You see, you don't need to get up so early."
Fran‡oise grinned to his friend as they dashed to the door. As no one
was in the corridors and stairs, Jim took his friend's hand and continued
walking. "Thanks Francis for everything on yesterday and your
understanding. I was and I'm terribly homesick." Francis felt the
heartbeats in his chest and again blushed, turning his head in order Jim
could not see it; however, Jim was not a silly boy, he noticed his friend's
embarrassment and the heat in his hand.
"Forget it, Jim. Soon you'll remember it as a nightmare."
"I had one last night. It was horrible." They had arrived to the
main door and their hands were again free. He did not continue talking
about his dream. Entered into the dinning room; about forty boys were
already sat down. On Saturdays and Sundays, there were not waitresses to
serve. There was a large table with a buffet with all kind of food usually
for breakfast, so everyone took what he needed. They took their trays and
collected all they wanted to eat; unfortunately, there was not olive
oil. They finished, put their trays on the conveyer and left happily
talking.
"And now what shall we do, my friend?" Jim asked. Francis grinned;
this was the first time that any boy had called him friend in the
school. Francis stared at his watch:
"It is near 10:00. At 10:30 we have the mass." Jim kept silence and
Francis guessed his thoughts. "I know you aren't religious, I too; but this
school is run by priests, so when you are in Rome?" He did not need to
finish his sentence:
"Do what Romans do?" Jim sighed in despair but he did not
answer. "May I see your watch? That surprised Francis that did not expect
it from Jim.
"Sure, here you are", handing it to him. Jim looked it. It was a
golden Omega, probably made in gold; he returned it to his friend.
"It is beautiful, there aren't many boys where I live that have one,
only adult men have pocket ones attached by a little chain to his vest, as
my dad." Francis did not say anything. He noticed how his friend was
internally fighting because he was poor. In that moment he regretted to
have that stupid watch, he would have wanted to destroy it because was an
object causing pain to his friend. He determined not to wear it again. His
thoughts end as they entered in the room. "What shall we wear, Francis?"
Jim asked.
"The mass is something special; therefore we must attend in full
uniform." The boys undressed to their underwear. Since they had short and
long trousers in the wardrobe, Jim asked.
"Francis, shall we wear long or short trousers?"
"Well, that's up to you to decide, I prefer long. Now is cold and
besides, we are teenagers; however, they don't interfere on that, as long
as you are well dressed and clean."
"In that case I'll wear long ones. I have done it since I had? you
know, since I'm a man. Jim blushed, he had wanted to say "my first semen",
but perhaps that was too strong and he wanted not to embarrass his
friend. They put on a white shirt; with a striped grey/blue tie; woollen
grey pullover; flannel trousers; blue socks and black shoes. Jim entered
into the little bathroom and combed his black hair. He looked at his figure
on the mirror and felt satisfied. He returned to his wardrobe and took his
blue jacket with a golden shield on his upper pocket. He put it on and
asked his fried. "How do I look" Francis stopped wearing his and looked at
his handsome friend, he sighed slowly.
"You look very, very smart, Jim." Jim turned around and watched his
new friend carefully; he was taken aback, "he is an angel" he
thought. Following the joke Francis asked: "What about me? Jim looked
thoroughly his friend."
"You are a very handsome boy Francis." Francis deeply blushed. When
he felt his shyness had gone he jabbed Jim on his ribs:
"C'mon caballero, we shouldn't get late." They grinned with their
hands entwined until reached the main door. They were happy young
boys. They entered in the chapel and greeted Mr. Callous that was at the
entrance checking the boys' assistance. They sat on one of the benches and
when the mass was over, Jim got up to leave, however Francis retained
him. "We must wait until the priest leaves." He said in a whisper. A few
minutes later, the boys started leaving. When they arrived the exit Jim saw
the priest and Mr. Callous saying goodbye to everybody. It was their turn
and Mr. Callous then said to the young priest:
"Father, this is our new Spanish student, Mr. James Martinez. James
this is father Callaghan. The priest extended his hand, probably waiting
the boy would kiss it, as all little boys did.
"Welcome to this school, James" Jim shook the priest's hand.
"Thank you Sir." They left. Francis was grinning. "Why are you
smiling, Francis?"
"Because the priest expected you to kiss his hand" Near in a murmur
Jim said:
"Fuck off! I would never kiss a man to whom I don't love, let alone
a fucking priest." He realised of his strong words. "Sorry Francis for the
unpleasant words, but this gets me pissed. The Church they love helped the
dictator in his war in my country, where many women, men, and children
died; firstly in the fighting and bombing, afterwards from hunger,
meanwhile our scarce foods were sent to Germany to feed fascist troops. I
hate them!" Francis recognized his friend's reasons, but thought back: "He
kissed my head on the river, does it mean he loves me? It would be
marvellous!" They went upstairs and undressed, hanged and neatly folded the
school uniform.
"Jim today is Sunday, normally we can walk within the school
premises, write letters to the family, listen to music, etc; what would you
like to do?"
"Can we make any sport?"
"In general, sports are on Saturday, unless you prefer to do it on
your own."
"I would love to swim, but it is too cold, even in my country."
"Too cold? No, it isn't. We can swim in the heated pool."
"I didn't know the school had a heated swimming pool."
"It is a very new one with Olympic dimensions." Jim looked excited
in view of that possibility; he looked his new friend saying:
"Please Francis, can we go?"
"Of course we can. You must have a swimming suit in your
wardrobe. Francis felt a lovely stirring in his crotch only thinking he
would be able to see his friend near naked for some time. He rummaged in a
drawer and extracted a shorts showing to Jim. He grinned as his friend
showed the garment.
"Francis, are you going to swim with that on?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"That would restrain your speed; you need Speedos to swim
properly. Don't you have any?" Jim showed him his.
"Oh! I see." Both friends smiled. They wore their trunks and the
sport tracksuit, took a towel and left for the pool. Once inside, after
undressing, both jumped into the crystal water, nobody was
there. Fran‡oise did not know Jim's ability on swimming. "Let's make two
laps to cover one hundred metres." They started swimming. Jim soon could
see Fran‡oise was much slower than he was; however, he adjusted his
speed to him in order not to leave him behind. They thought were alone,
however a man was warming up alone in a platform near the pool and was
watching both boys swimming. When finally arrived to the point of start, he
joined them. Francis arrived breathing heavily and sat trying to recover
from the effort, however Jim continued swimming as a dolphin, apparently as
he had been walking on land. The man greeted them.
"Hi Fran‡oise. Who is this boy?"
"Oh! sorry coach, I did not see you. He is a new student from Spain,
my roommate, James Martinez. James this is our swimming coach, Jean
Claude." The young man extended his large hand and shook Jim's that jumped
outside the pool.
"Glad to meet you Sir."
"Please James, call me Jean Claude. I'm not as young as you are but
I'm not too old yet." The boys laughed and Jim felt the man was as honest
as he liked persons to be.
"Please Jean Claude; call me Jim, as my friends do."
"Thanks Jim; who taught you to swim?"
"My dad did. He learnt in the army." The coach looked both boys; he
stepped back and stared to their body shapes. They were aware of the
examination and Jim did not know what to think about the man looking at
them. The coach rubbed his chin and then said:
"Jim, I have been shocked and I know you could have done two laps
while Fran‡oise could cover one. Am I right? Jim blushed because he did
not want to humiliate his friend under any circumstance; so he remained
silence. Now the coach stared at the other boy. "Fran‡oise, you have
more or less the same shape as Jim has, that means you would swim as he
does, if you liked it. Furthermore," he added, "I want you both for the
school swimming team, group of your ages, 13-16. Please don't say No, I
would be very disappointed." The boys looked each other, and then
Fran‡oise said:
"Jean Claude, it is an honour, but we need much time to study, and
besides I'm not a good swimmer, you could observe it some minutes ago."
"You are not going to spend more time on swimming than in any other
sport. I can talk to the other coaches in order they relieve you from any
other exercise. Any time you should dedicate to sport, you'll do to
swimming. Don't care about how you swim now, I'm the coach and know my
job." Jim looked at Francis; he loved swimming, like his brothers.
"Please Fran‡oise!" Fran‡oise smiled at his friend:
"Ok Jean Claude, but you should not make me responsible if I do not
fulfil your expectations."
"Lovely." Jim said, hugging his friend. Fran‡oise was taken aback
since he did not expect that from Jim. He thought for himself: "This must
be a dream."
"Now Jim, jump into the water and swim very slow, so Fran‡oise
can see you. To both of you: forget now about speed, that'll come later;
now I want you to learn the technique, nothing else." Jim jumped in the
water and started swimming, the coach and Francis followed him walking
along the pool edge. The coach then pointed out: "Look Fran‡oise, Jim
looks more as a fish than a person. His head remains under the water almost
all the time, his arms go forward and back without spilling water." They
forgot the time, enthusiastically Fran‡oise swam, and he could see how
he was improving any minute under the coach instructions. "Now boys, it is
time for lunch, I'll join you in your table, if you don't mind, of course."
"It'll be a great pleasure Jean Claude", Jim said. They left for the
shower and looked back as the young man jumped into the water and started
swimming. Jim dropped his mouth astonished. "My god, he is a shark!"
Fran‡oise smiled and jabbed his friend on the ribs.
"He is an Olympic Games silver medal, my friend." They had luncheon
together being all talks round swimming. The boys were so excited that Jim
asked:
"Jean Claude, can we swim any time? The coach grinned:
"I would suggest you to swim any time that you want, but after you
have done the rest of your tasks. I don't want anyone blaming me for your
bad qualifications." They laughed and returned to their room. Jim thought
how Francis had changed his smile; still he observed a shadow of sadness
from time to time, as if he were trying to forget something. "What does
make this boy sad?" he asked himself. "He is so beautiful! Not only in body
but what it is more important, he has a beautiful soul."
He was involved in his thoughts; suddenly the discussions between his
father and Noel and Raphael's parents came into his memory about the
politic situations in Spain and France; then he asked his new friend:
"Francis I would like to make you a question, nothing important
because it is about politic situations." Francis was not surprised; Jim had
seen how freely they could speak about any subject, they were living in a
democracy and not under a dictatorship as in Spain.
"Go ahead; I like you are interested about our lives and country."
Jim grinned.
"Which is the political situation in France? You cannot believe
what the news on TV or radio said in Spain, because all are controlled by
the Government's agents, and mostly are censored."
"We know that. The political situation in this country I would say
is something critical for the current President, as he's going into the
re-election. The elections will take place only within a few months; I
believe in February or Mach next year. However, all the information shows
he will be re-elected, but only with a narrow margin, being supported by
all Right parties and the Church, which expects new concessions from the
Government; especially in new private schools and universities. This goes
against the old traditions of this country since the Revolution; they
wanted public and free schools. The current President is a good man and had
carried out a good policy; helped by the aid from USA and those French
citizens that invested their money in order to restore the scars of the
World War Two; however, he needs a new period to complete the task."
"On the other side stands the Socialist Party, with strongholds in the
South, which expects the support of Communists; nevertheless, this would
imply a serious toll, since communists are manipulated by Moscow's
directors. This coalition would fight any concession to any church; being
in favour of Public institutions rather than private ones. However, they
are in favour of more social services; higher pensions and a strong
recognition to all who fought against the Fascist parties. The country is
practically divided into these two preferences, so they are very careful
about any possible scandal or manoeuvre, which eventually could change the
mind of those who do not support any side and are neutrals." Francis paused
and Jim then said:
"I suppose your family will vote the Right because you live in the
North." Francis grinned.
"You are wrong. I'm neutral and if I could vote would wait until
the last moment. I like Socialism as I hate Communism, though the current
President is a good man. The ideal would be he could be re-elected with his
own supporters, but that's very difficult to happen. Jim then changed the
subject.
"Let's leave politic to politician. Francis, I would like to write a
letter, where can I have stationary?"
"You have a lot on the second drawer of your desk, together with
mailing stamps."
"Sorry, I did not realize about the efficiency of this school"
"It isn't their efficiency, but our money." Jim smiled. This
reminded him the high cost that any student must paid to be in this
institution; I must do my best in order not to disappoint Mr. Hermann. He
thought.
Chapter 5
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Jim took some paper and an envelope and started his first letter to his
family, giving transmitting them his first impressions about the school and
how lucky he felt to have found a friend like Fran‡oise. His friend was
sat down on his armchair reading some material for the first class next
day. For a moment, he put his book aside and stared at Jim. He watched his
black waving hair and his wide back; he fantasized hugging Jim from his
back and kissing his cheek tenderly saying "I love you." His dick started
to get hard, though he jerked his head trying to get rid of those
thoughts. Without much word they spent the evening, soon Jim heard his
friend's voice:
"Jim, it is dinner time." He was absorbed by his thoughts and with
his memory in his family.
"Sorry Francis, I was engulfed in my writing; I have not yet
finished my letter."
"You can do it on our return, I'm hungry." They jumped and dashed to
the main door. The dinning room was quiet, only round 30 students were
there eating in complete silence.
"I'll finish my letter and have a look into the books they have left
on my desk."
"I'll tell you what we need to study for tomorrow." They got out, it
was chilly; however, Fran‡oise said:
"I like this chilly air, I think I'm going for a walk; would you
like to join me?"
"I'm not very fond of chilly air, but I like your accompany."
Fran‡oise sighed and blushed in spite knowing that his friend could not
see him. "Francis, I must thank you again for your help. I'm very lucky to
have found you." They stopped, and then Francis said:
"Jim, I'm sure you would have done the same to me if I were you. I
love being helpful to someone; however, you are especial right from the
first moment I saw you. I'm very happy that you consider me your friend,
unfortunately I have not many, and none like you." Jim heard these words;
it was dark and could not see his friend's face, but he was sure was very,
very sad in that moment. He would have liked to ask him why he was so sad
and he would like to get rid of his sadness. "How a beautiful and very rich
boy like this could have problems to become so sad? It was a mysterious to
him. "Let's be back, you need to end your letter and I'll receive a phone
call round 8:00.
"How do you know it?"
"Well, it is not anything magic, I don't write letters; maybe I'm
too lazy. My dad and uncle Carl call me every Sunday night about 8:00." He
felt silly again and thought: "Why do I have made ostentation of richness
telling him about the phone call? I know he is coming from poor people and
could not afford calling his family." Francis had plenty money in his
wardrobe, he would have liked to give it to him telling him to call his
parents. However, Jim is not a common boy, he is proud, and the problem is
that I like him because he is like that. Then he added: "Sorry Jim,
sometimes I am very stupid." Jim felt a twinge in his heart, he knew
Francis was ashamed, but why? He is not responsible that he was poor, yet
he felt as he was. He stopped walking when they were near the dorm
building; he put his hand on his friend shoulders:
"Francis, you are my best friend, and I would never think you are
trying to hurt me." Francis trembled at his friend's touch, besides he had
called him "his best friend and had guessed his thoughts." He bent his head
and still insisted:
"I'm sorry Jim. Thank for considering me your best friend, I'll try
to deserve your friendship." They did not add anything. Entered in their
room and each one went to their tasks. At 8:00, Francis went downstairs to
where the phone boxes were; the operator knew him and a few minutes later
he received his Sunday call. When he returned Jim was already in bed. He
brushed his teeth and got under the covers.
"Good nights Jim" Jim turned his head; he felt he had been unfair to
this lovely blond friend pretending he was asleep.
"Good nights Francis. Did you talk to your family?"
"Oh yes, I did."
"Is it everything alright?"
"Yes, they are quite well, thanks."
"Have nice dreams my friend. I'm tired with the swimming and the
excitement."
"Thanks; the same to you. Let's sleep because tomorrow will be a
hard day." They drifted to sleep.
It was true; all days of the next week were a continuous excitement with
studies, swimming, and joking. Francis seemed happier, he made great
efforts on swimming and now he could observe how easy he progressed in all
fields. The Marseille's boys, Raphael and Noel, had joined them in the
dinning room and in the swimming team; they were not best friends but the
rest of the students saw them as that. Everyone, even older boys, feared
the boys from Marseille; it was well spread that they had knives in their
pockets and that they will never hesitate to use them in case of a
fight. This was not true, but they did not deny it, "It is good for us if
they believe so"; they used to say. However, without any foundation, the
rich boys from Paris always felt superiors to anybody. Four 15 y/o boys
were part of the swimming team. The coach heard some nasty comments
regarding Jim and Fran‡oise, he got upset and called them apart, in
order Jim or Fran‡oise could not hear how he scolded them.
"Looks boys, you are behaving like silly asses. You are good
swimmers, but I can tell you that those boys are so good that they could
leave you behind in half a pool before you get the end of your lap. Even
the Spaniard, is better than I was at his age; so be careful with your
comments because I need them in my team. I suppose you know what I mean,
don't you?"
"Yes coach, sorry for that" they answered. They were red of anger
but could do nothing. The coach had clearly said he would dismiss them if
they insisted. What their parents would say about his boys being dismissed
from swimming?"
Saturday arrived and they were very tired without time to think on anything
that was not their own works. Fran‡oise and Jim had intimated, jokes and
tickling were very common between the two new friends; Francis had never
felt so happy and Jim noticed it.
"C'mon lazy, it is time for breakfast." Fran‡oise said. Jim
reluctantly woke up yawning; he extended his arms to Francis.
"Please Francis, help me." Francis took his hands and then Jim
dragged him to the bed, starting to ticklish his friend. Francis laughed
and laughed until he could get away from him. They washed their faces,
combed their hairs and went to have breakfast. After a long practice in the
swimming pool and lunch, they returned to their room. At the entrance of
the building was a large table where the post-man deposited the mail. Jim
did not expect any mail yet, however he had a look just in case; to his
surprise, he had a letter.
"Hey Francis, there's a letter for me!" He said to his friend. He
was nervous and ran upstairs to open it. They entered in their room;
Francis lay on the large sofa looking at his handsome friend; "How I would
like to be that letter!" He thought. Jim opened it, there were several
sheets handwritten for both sides. Eagerly though slowly, he started
reading the pages, as an especial sweet that you did not want ever
finish. Francis kept silence, he knew how important that moment was for
Jim. He read once and again read it; he could observe how a couple of tears
came down his friend's cheeks; however he did as he did not notice. After
half an hour Jim said:
"Francis, there is something for you" He got shocked.
"Is it for me?"
"Yes; my dad sends you his best regards and thanks for all your
help, besides Frankie is telling you something. Do you want to read it?"
"Me? Are you joking? That's private."
"I don't mind Francis, you are my best friend and Frankie wants you
to read it, if you like, of course." Francis did not know what to do. Jim
surprised him every moment, and this moment was handling him his brother's
letter. He could not reject it. He took the single sheet in his hand, he
was trembling of emotions and Jim saw how his friend was nervous. The
beautiful rounded child writing appeared in front of him and started to
read:
"Dear big bro: I have promised myself to write you every Sunday as dad
does. He does not mind and he never asks to read what I write, so I am free
to say you how much I miss you. I have regretted a lot my behaviour in the
rail station, but I could do nothing to stop my tears. I wished I had John
with me and he would have pressed my hand giving me the strength that I
needed, but he was not there, you know how I love him. Probably, when you
receive this letter we will be in our new house; it is a nice one; perhaps
we postpone the moving because dad has ordered to build a little bathroom
downstairs. John and I started cleaning upstairs; he comes in his bike
everyday to help me, so we take the opportunity to have a good time when we
are cleaning. I do not want to go into details; you know him and me very
well. Please tell Fran‡oise that I would like to be there with John, we
are sure we would get rid of his sadness after five minutes, if he is as
beautiful as dad says. Well Jim, this is getting too long and John is
pressing me to end because he wants to add a few lines, too. I give you the
greatest hug of the world, big bro. Frankie. "Dear Jim, I do subscribe
Frankie's, but tell Fran‡oise that we would not need five minutes, only
one, if we were together. Little Francis is pissed with us because he could
not go to the rail station to say you goodbye. He and the rest of the
family send you a great hug and many, many kisses. We love you. John.
Francis finished reading the letter; he had flushed several times reading
it. What did they mean? Of course, he could not ask, however he envied Jim
in spite of being poor. He did not know he was very, very rich; he had
something he had missed and looked during his short life: the warmth and
love of friends; he deserved it; he thought. He handed back the letter to
his friend with a blur on his eyes. Jim noticed it but he did nothing.
"Jim, you are the luckiest boy in the world, I would like to have
friends like your brother and John, I never had close friends as they seems
to be; it must be beautiful to have someone to whom to rely upon, so strong
as they do."
"You are absolutely right; I'm very fortunate, and I must recognize
it."
"How's John?"
"He is something especial, I cannot describe him. Frankie and John
were born on the same day, same clinic, only an hour difference. His dad
and my dad are best friends since they were children. They fucked their
first girl together when they were our age; only when they grew older,
John's dad got married and my dad continued visiting all kind of women. He
was a very handsome man, a real hunk; women were not a handicap for
him. Frankie is more or less as my dad, but prettier. John is not as cute
as Frankie, but he has something especial, a charm on his face that you
must love him, even if you do not want it. Besides, both are the cleverest
boys I ever met. Dad says they are whiz boys, and they would be able to
reach any objective they proposed, if they like it."
"Frankie says he loves John, are they best friends?"
"And it is true, Francis. They are more than just best friends, they
love each other; I know they cannot live without being together, they are
always as lovers." Francis kept silence for some moments.
"I really envy them Jim; I never had close friends, some boys came
home to play with me, but later they left; the closest, apart from my dad
and Uncle Carl, has been my sister Margarita, but she is a girl." Francis
was now sad again. Jim noticed Francis did not like to go ahead with the
conversation, so he made as to take a book, and both kept silence. The
evening went by; Jim read again his first letter and sighed. That night he
dreamed with his family in the new house and Fran‡oise was with
him. Same happened to Francis, he had a nightmare, someone had told Jim he
was homosexual, he watched upset him in front of all boys in the school
asking him why he was not brave enough to tell him before someone else
could do. He was rejecting him, saying he did not like a homo as
friend. Suddenly he woke up sweating; Jim was sleeping peacefully with a
lovely smile on his face. All was a nightmare! Sunday was similar to
previous one; school was very quiet; after lunch, they prepared all his
works for the next week.
Dinnertime arrived and on return, Jim took some stationary and started to
answer the letter he had received a few days back. Francis started to read,
but he was watching Jim all the time. They had not a spare time during the
week with so many responsibilities, but now in the quiet room he enjoyed
looking at the boy to whom he secretly loved so intensely.
"Jim, it is near time for my dad's call. I'll see you later."
"It's alright Francis." Francis went to the Administration building
where the telephone boxes were. The middle-aged woman operator knew him and
she always was very kind. If no one were at sight she used to call him by
his name, otherwise she would call him as Mr. Lambert.
"Good evening, Mrs. Tar"
"Good evening Fran‡oise, waiting for your call?
"Yes, dad will call me in a few minutes." The woman nodded and those
moments she picked up the phone, indicating Francis the box number six that
was in front of her. She motioned him that she would stay outside the
building for a cigarette. Fran‡oise started speaking to his dad and
Uncle Carl at the same time; he spoke about the school and all the
activities in what he had been involved since Jim came.
"Son, I have had lovely news and we are happy with them, of course
they are about you."
"About me?"
"Yes, about you. To be precise, about you and your new roommate:
James Martinez. Yesterday I received a call from the director telling us
the drastically change operated on you; you are now a brilliant student in
spite of having larger load of work. It had been commented during the
education weekend meeting in the school teacher board."
"Probably they are exaggerating. Yes, I have improved on swimming,
more than I never believed, but to be brilliant?"
"Fran‡oise, little son." Uncle Carl said: "They are no
exaggerating, and you know that; is it James?" Francis kept silence,
however Uncle Carl knew him better than his own father, he could not tell
lies to him. He had been as a second father and sometimes as a mother to
him.
"Yes, Uncle Carl, he, he, is so wonderful? so nice, beautiful and
honest?"
"You love him, don't you, son?" Francis did not respond, his eyes
blurred and could not see outside the closed box. His throat was
tight. After a minute, he answered.
"Yes Uncle Carl, with all my heart, but he doesn't know
anything. That makes me feel miserable and sometimes I cannot get rid of my
sadness. He is all the time joking and trying to make me happy, but I
suppose he ignores that I love him. I'm very scared, terribly scared that
he may find out and rejects me. That would be awful. I'm sure I would not
be able to carry on with it. Please dad, please Uncle Carl, can't you help
me? He was now pleading, sobbing quietly. Uncle Carl then said:
"Son, please take it easy! If he's as honest as you say, you don't
need to be scared. However, you have you own pride. Eventually, what would
be the worst to happen? He knows you love him and he doesn't love you? If
this is the case, he'll continue being your friend and your pal; however,
you need to be fair and honest to him; don't wait he knows it thru other
person, you must be brave, and if necessary, tell him clearly which your
feelings are. That's what I did with your father, and you know we have been
the happiest couple in France." Uncle Carl had been as his mother since she
left abandoning them, caring him, even sometimes with great sacrifices."
"Uncle Carl, I prefer to continue like I'm now. I can't risk his
kindness, his laugh, his sight? Sorry uncle, I'm not brave enough. I still
blush when I feel he is watching me; how can I say I love him? I can't."
"Francis, did you ever thought that perhaps he loves you?"
"I have dreamed it many times, and the dream is so beautiful that
when I wake up I got upset for the whole day because it ended."
"Fran‡oise, in view you don't want to risk anything, the only
solution is to wait and see, however, you are also risking losing him. You
cannot always be in the safer side. In any case, you have eight months
ahead, and during that time many things can happen and solved by
themselves."
"I love you Uncle Carl. I love you dad. You are the best parents I
could have."
"I love you, son. Please call us anytime, anywhere, if you need
us. Do you want your dad or me to go and see you both? perhaps we could
help. I don't know."
"No, thanks. This is my problem and I have to solve it myself, for
good or bad." They continued chatting about many other items not so
important for Francis. He now was more relaxed after speaking with his
dads; however he wanted to think all about it and to order his thoughts. He
ended the conversation, thanked the lady and went for a walk thru the trees
in the school park.
Chapter 6
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Still was not time for bed, the night was clear but chilly, so he wrapped
himself on his overcoat and started walking along the school park. He did
not want to meet anybody while he was thinking, so he left the paved area,
and went into the little forest, slowly thinking about what Uncle Carl had
suggested him. He was so concentrated in his thoughts that he near topped
with two boys that were kissing and caressing each other. He felt ashamed
to have interfered in their petting. He stepped back immediately, but he
could not avoid to hear their gasps and as a boy was telling "I love you
Noel, I love you" and the other's answer "I love you, too, Raphael; please
don't leave me." He blushed and felt a twinge in his stomach; however, felt
how his dick started to grow inside his trousers. He turned around,
however, in spite of his silence, Raphael could see his blond hair in the
darkness; there was not any other boy in the school with such a near white
hair. Raphael trembled; nevertheless, he thought they had been very lucky;
Fran‡oise was not a stool pigeon. He did not tell anything to Noel.
Francis returned to the pave and illuminated boulevard and continued his
walk, now even more worried, involved in his thoughts. "There are other
boys in love in the school." He thought. "And probably there are many
others that I don't know. Why I cannot love a boy if he loves me? Am I not
right to love any person of my own sex? Why I must love a girl if I don't
like them? Why is this society so hypocrite? My dad and uncle Carl have
lived many years together and they are a happy couple. It is true that they
behave different when they are outside their house or when have visitors."
He did not realize he was near the end of the boulevard; in the dim light
he saw a boy sat down on the last bench, he did not recognize him until he
was very near.
"Jim! What are you doing here? I thought you still were writing to
your family." Jim smiled at his friend as he stood up.
"I didn't write a book, it was only a letter." They laughed; Jim
touched his friend hand. "C'mon, let's run home thru the soccer field." In
spite of their coats, they ran and soon went up to their room. Francis
could not get rid from his memory the scene of the two boys kissing and
caressing tenderly each other; his cock jumped between his legs. He said
good nights to Jim and drifted to sleep, but he could not. When he observed
Jim was asleep he dragged the covers and started masturbating; he left the
bed and contemplated he adored and loved friend. He thought of him kissing
and caressing each other as he saw Noel and Raphael. As his orgasm
approached, he entered in the bathroom, sighed, and moaned loudly as he
reached the point of not return.
Monday started with the noise of the five-day boarders entering into the
building. He saw the two Marseilles' boys together entering in the class;
Raphael made as he was to tie his shoe and Francis reached him. They were
alone.
"Fran‡oise, please!" He called him. Francis stopped and spun to
see his pal.
"Hi Raphael, can I help you?" The boy looked into those lovely blue
eyes for his reassurance.
"Well?" He doubted, but bluntly said: "You saw us last night, didn't
you?" Francis blushed.
"Yes, I did. Unfortunately I did without wanting it."
"Fran‡oise we? sorry?" Francis stopped him by putting his finger
on his own lips as signals of silence.
"Raphael, don't worry. In fact I, I, I envy you both." Francis ran
to his classroom, he sat near Jim. He was red just thinking what he had
said. For the first time he had discovered his feelings to a
stranger. Meanwhile Raphael was breathing hard, his heart jumping into his
chest. Fran‡oise had confirmed what he suspected: he had seen them and
he also loved a boy. He never thought this boy would have been so
honest. After all, he was relieved, however was in debt with Fran‡oise.
Wednesday arrived; the coach had planned a small competition between the
two groups, one formed by Jim, Francis, Noel, and Raphael. The other one:
formed by three Parisian boys and a boy from the South West of France,
Gascony. The coach then said:
"This will be a fair competition. I want to test and know how far we
have gone. The race will be of four hundred meters free style, relieving
each other every one hundred. You have ten minutes to arrange yourselves,
and another ten minutes to warm up. I won't interfere." When they were
ready to start, Jim said:
"The big one is for me." I know we are better than those stupid and
proud Parisians, however I think we should not humiliate them; after all,
they are part of our team."
"Alright. The Gascony for me, Raphael said.
"I'll jump after you, Raphael, I don't mind who is mine." Noel
added.
"In that case, the order will be: Raphael, Noel, Jim and I. Let's
warm up." Francis said. The four boys jumped into the pool. Jim and
Francis started swimming and diving; they enjoyed been in the water, they
moved in it as dolphins. They heard the coach:
"Ready? The Gascony boy and Raphael got on top of their lanes. "They
heard the whistle and both first boys jumped into the pool. They swam in
parallel, however Raphael reached the first fifty meters slightly before
his opponent; they turned, however in the middle of the second run, Raphael
felt a strong ache in his left calf; the other boy started gaining space.
He touched and the first Parisian jumped into the water. Raphael reached
with difficulty and Noel jumped, he was near ten meters behind; he swam
bravely and after the first 50 meters he had reduced drastically the
difference; the rest of Parisians were shouting to their friend. Jim saw
the bigger boy ready to jump and he prepared himself. Noel had recovered
the space lost by Raphael, so Jim and the Parisian jumped at the same
time. Jim without forcing himself started gaining space; he swam as a fish,
his head under the water taking it out every four strokes, however the
Parisian was forcing and after turning the first 50 meters he was breathing
on every stroke. Jim arrived with 10 meters of advantage. The last relief
was for Fran‡oise; as Jim, he was more a fish than a boy swimming; he
was increasing the distance, however he slowed himself in order to allow
the other boy to reduce the gap between them. In the second half, he
continued his steady comfortable swimming. The gap now was 30 meters; yet,
before he reached the end, he disappeared under the water, dived and
appeared just one meter before the end. He went out the swimming pool and
hugged his friends. They observed how the Parisians discussed; the coach
did not move, however the bigger boy of the Parisians said to him.
"Have we finished, Sir?"
"Yes, that's all for today. Please don't take this as personal; they
are part of our team." The boys said nothing and left; however, the
Gascony boy approached the group extending his hand.
"Congratulations boys, you are too good for us."
"Not for you" Raphael said.
"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."
Normally all five-days boarders left on Friday afternoon, as soon as
classes ended at 5:00 pm; some also left round 7:00 pm, especially those
living in Paris; a bus connexion had been set up to take them directly. The
following Friday, when classes ended, Jim and Francis went to the library
to make some consultations. The library was placed in a separated building
surrounded by the little forest. Francis left because he had something
urgent to do. They used to go thru the forest that made shorter their way
to the dorm building. A few minutes later, Jim left the library following
the same pathway. When he was in the forest he watched how the three
Parisian boys were teasing and pushing Francis, then he ran to help him.
"Hey, what's going on here?" He shouted. Francis was with his fists
clenched and white.
"This is not your business." The big Parisian boy said.
"It is my business because he is my best friend."
"He is a sissy and we don't want sissies in this school." The tall
boy added.
"If he is a sissy it is up to him, unless you are a queer too, and
he doesn't like to fuck your bloody ass." Jim was looking into the boy's
eyes. The boy did not expect so gross words since they were from high
society and did not use that type of vocabulary. Jim continued: "You are
fucking cowards to attack my friend in a lonely place and three against
one." The three Parisians were white and nervous, on contrary as Jim that
apparently was calm, but only apparently.
"I'm not a sissy and it is not your business." The tall boy pointed
out. Calmly, Jim said:
"Look, bloody bastard, I'm tired, I repeat that he is my best
friend?" Francis was near to break. He interrupted Jim. He feared someone
could see them in case they started fighting; that would have been a very
serious problem for all five.
"Please Jim, let's go." Francis said in a near breaking voice.
"Yes, let's go, because I don't want to see shit like this." He
turned round to go; the Parisians boys could not leave things as they were,
especially the older one; they had been chickened out by a younger boy, in
spite of being a street boy, as they classified him. Jim was accustomed to
deal with braggart boys like these, so he was expecting their reaction that
came as soon as he turned round. The big boy launched his strong fist
against Jim's head, however Jim was ready, and expecting him; in a fraction
of second he spun moving his head to one side with his fists clenched. The
boy fist rubbed his shoulder as Jim's left fist reached the boy
stomach. The boy bent in pain; then Jim hit his right fist on the boy's
upper back. The strong blow took him to the grass. Francis launched in rage
against the other two. Surprised with his attack, one of them fell down and
the other did not move as he was punching the boy. Two strong hands took
him apart.
"It is enough, Fran‡oise; please take it easy." It was Noel and
Raphael; however he was full of rage. As he saw his friends and especially
Jim, he ran away, leaving them with the Parisians trying to stand up. He
reached his room and launched himself on the bed crying softly:
"Oh God! Why? Why?" He was sobbing, tears flooding his eyes. "Oh my
God, he knows now what I am; he'll leave me. Why? Why? I love you Jim, I
love you with all my heart. Now he'll hate me! Why did they do that to me?
I never hated them. Oh my God! Why?" He was crying inconsolably. When
Francis ran, Jim facing the Parisian boys and pointing his finger to them,
said:
"You forget that we are in the school, and I'll do the same; next
time it could be different. You are warned." The other boys did not answer
as they looked at the Marseillaise. "Thanks friends. Let's go." He knew
what Francis might be suffering; he was not accustomed to a fight, and
besides the boys had publicly called him sissy. Was it true? He went to his
room; the door was ajar and Francis crying in silence. Jim locked the door
quietly; he did not want anyone to see his friend sobbing. He could observe
the spasms in his friend's body as he was crying, repeating:
"Why? I love you, Jim; I love you." Jim's emotions rose as he
approached his friend. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched those
beautiful cheeks covered with tears. He placed his arm round the boy right
shoulder and tenderly pulled him on his back. Francis opened widely his
blue eyes as he was surprised by Jim's presence; he had not heard the door.
Jim watched those lovely red lips covered with tears and saliva; all his
love came to him, he approached Francis' face and kissed him tenderly on
the lips, savouring the salty flavour of his tears. Francis trembled; he
had never been kissed, let alone by the boy to whom he adored. Jim broke
the kiss, lifted and dragged Francis' face to his chest.
"I love you, too; I love you, "Mon petit Coeur." Jim said
tenderly. Francis could not believe what was happening.
"Am I dreaming as many other times?"
"No Francis, you aren't. I love you, too." Jim kissed him again. Now
he parted Francis teeth, he resisted a little bit because he ignored how to
kiss another boy or girl, however he opened his mouth and Jim introduced
his tongue in Francis' wet cavity. Everything was new for the blond boy,
but Jim caressed his blond silky hair and kissed eagerly him. Jim dick was
hard and he noticed the tent formed on his friend's trousers. He slid his
hand under the elastic band and his hand touched Francis' erection. He
squeezed it; Francis moaned in pleasure and the tenderness expressed by his
loved boy took him to the peak of his ecstasy, starting to spurt his small
load of semen. Jim noticed the warm cream in his fingers and that made him
to spurt his own, too. They hugged gently, Jim caressing his friend's neck
and rubbing his hair. Jim separated from Francis to watch him better.
"Jim, are, are you?" He could not finish his sentence because Jim
kissed him again, now more passionately. He then dragged his trousers and
underwear to his thighs and took Francis' hand to his penis. He did the
same with Francis. He arched his hips and yanked his clothes leaving his
crotch and cock free. Jim started softly stroking his friend's dick as
Francis did the same to him. They hugged passionately as their mouths and
faces were united. Soon Francis arched his hips, stopped breathing as his
penis started to shoot again his warm white cream up, landing on his near
hairless crotch. Jim also reached his point of not return and pushed his
dick against his friend's loins, spurting his semen on him. Breathless he
moved beside Francis. When they recovered, Jim kissed again his friend.
"I love you Francis, I love you from that moment you laughed running
in the river island."
"Oh Jim! Still I think this is a dream. I love you from the moment
you entered in this room." He extended his arms and dragged Jim's face to
his, kissing tenderly his young red lips. Francis could not believe it; he
was floating in a cloud, however the noise made by the five day boarders,
preparing to leave, brought him to reality; he gave a peck to Jim, and
smiling told him.
"Jim, we must get rid of all this mess before someone can see
us. They rose from the bed; Jim took all his clothes off, tossing them into
the laundry basket, entering into the small bathroom to shower. Francis did
the same and when the warm water was pouring along the boy's body, Jim
entered and joined Francis under the showerhead; but the place was prepared
for one person. Francis grinned when he saw Jim's intentions; he loved
every moment, every move of him.
"Jim, this is too tight for two."
"Two? I can't see but only one, you and me together." They
laughed. Jim hugged Francis very tight; their bodies as one; and their
young cocks together. He placed his lips on Francis' and kissed him
softly. They started grinding their crotches, very tight; Francis noticed
his dick rubbing against Jim's. Jim's mouth pressed against Francis' as
their tongues swirled inside passionately as he rubbed his boy butt
cheeks. As the pleasure overwhelmed him, Francis felt his knees were weak
and could not support his body; he was trembling and with spasms, while
their bodies were very tight. He slid himself down, dragging Jim with
him. They sat on the floor with their bodies as one, their legs crossed and
their cocks and ball sacks tight. Without breaking his kiss, Jim took in
his hand both penises and started to jack them off; Francis also put his
hand together with his lover's and with an increasing pace, they started
moving up and down of their shafts. They broke the kiss and started
nibbling slightly their necks. After some time, they stopped breathing and
hugged very tight as they reached their climaxes at the same time with a
loud groan. They remained there with the warm water pouring over their
heads for lovely and delightful five minutes. They helped each other to
stand up, petted and hugged again. Jim cut off the water and looking into
those wet blue beautiful eyes, he said:
"After all, I have gotten rid of your sadness."
"You will never know how much I love you." Their dicks were flaccid
and satisfied; so ended their shower, got dressed with clean clothes;
happily went to the dinning room in order to have dinner.
"Jim, we must be very careful, Friday is a good day, especially in
the afternoon, because many students are getting ready to leave for the
weekend; but not the rest of the week. If they catch us, the minimum would
be to separate us in class, team, room, and every moment we might be
together. I wouldn't be able to bear that Jim." He said sadly. Jim raised
his chin and rubbed tenderly his white cheek with the back of his hand.
"Don't worry; we'll take care of that." He kissed a peck his blond
lover as they left the room, not with their hands entwined, as they would
have liked, but happily running together as if their young lives had
discovered the moon and sun for the first time.
They arrived to the dinning room and found Noel and Raphael already sat at
the table. They greeted their friends; Noel and Raphael stared at them,
their mouths agape. Jim grinned as they sat down.
"Have you seen a ghost?" Jim asked.
"Yes, you are the ghosts! Your eyes are sparking of happiness,
Fran‡oise. You are? so different... It seems the fight has transformed
you."
"Well?" Francis mumbled. "Jim has told me a joke and it was very
funny." He stared at Jim grinning because now the problem was on Jim's
side.
"Yes, it is a lovely joke."
"Please tell us." Noel insisted. Fortunately, the waitress was
coming to take their order.
"Sorry I can't do it now, we are going to start dinner, I'll tell
you sometime." Francis was very happy and it was very difficult for him to
hide his happiness. Noel and Raphael near guessed, but they nodded to Jim
idea. Francis looked to the table number 20 where the three Parisians were
sitting with sad faces; one of the two younger ones had a bruise on his
cheekbone. Francis felt sorry and said to Jim:
"Jim, please, can you accompany me? Raphael, please take the order,
same for us than for you." They stood and approached the Parisian
boys. Francis then said. "Jim, today's great day, let's make it complete."
Jim did not know what his friend wanted to do; even he feared he might
start again fighting. He had been seriously offended, but in the dinning
room? The boys watched them approaching and stood up ready. Fran‡oise
seriously said: "Boys, we regret about what has happened just a couple of
hours ago. If you are ready to forget it, here you are my hand; I'll do the
same." That took aback all four, including Jim. All thought the same. What
kind of person is a boy that after being seriously offended is offering his
hand to his offenders? Jim felt that his heart was now pouring love for
him. In that moment, he would have liked to hug him right there. The
Parisians were boys still with their souls clean of resentment; so the
three immediately extended their hands and shook Fran‡oise and Jim
hands. The elder one said:
"We have regretted a lot the incident and were talking about how we
could amend my stupid behaviour. Please, accept my apologies. If you want a
friend, I'm ready to be him.
"Thanks boys; it is always a pleasure to have friends." They left
the table radiant of happiness as they also watched the other boys' faces
with smiles; reflecting their contentment. They returned to the table and
Noel asked:
"What have you done?" Jim answered him.
"You couldn't believe it. He has arranged peace with our
offenders. In fact they are not bad boys because also were thinking to do
the same."
"After all, they got the worst part." Francis said. Jim looked at
him melted in love. They had dinner and returned to their respective rooms
chatting all the way. Noel and Raphael had room number 2, so they wished
good nights and continued to theirs. Once they went thru the door, Jim
extended his arm and took Francis from behind to his chest.
"I love you "Mon petit Coeur." He placed his lips on Francis' and
kissed him tenderly a long kiss. Francis responded in the same manner,
rubbing Jim's back as he took inside him his honey mouth. They separated a
little bit and Jim continued: "My heart told me you were a great boy, but I
feel ashamed because you are more than great, you are the best heart in the
world." Francis could not resist so much happiness and some tears rolled
down his white cheeks.
Chapter 7
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"I had never been strong until you came here; now I can fight
anything or anyone if you are with me. Now I understand what your brother
Frankie told you when he felt alone in the rail station; John is his
support, his other half, as you are mine." Jim tenderly separated from him,
still with their hands entwined; he locked the door and took Francis to his
bed. He guessed what Jim and he wanted, but it was too dangerous. "Jim, we
cannot risk?
"Don't worry, my little angel, we are risking nothing." He trusted
on his new lover. "I'll undress you slowly, Francis; I want to make you to
feel as happy as you deserve."
"I never was as happy as I'm now, Jim; but do whatever you like."
Jim grinned and started kissing his friend systematically everywhere, as he
took off all Francis' garments undressing him. The blond boy was already
very hard. "Please, let me pay you back." Jim consented and Francis did the
same to him. Once they were naked, Jim pushed gently his lover and lay him
down on his back on the bed. Jim straddled him and started licking and
nibbling Francis' earlobes, then his neck, sucking his hard nipples one
after the other, as the boy gasped and moaned in pleasure. Francis hadn't
any sexual experience with others and could not imagine those parts of his
body were so sensitive; so he was overwhelmed in lust. As Jim retreated to
kiss his chest, their dicks rubbed and the blond boy could not resist his
needs. He took Jim's head to his face and desperately kissed him as his
dick started to discharge his small load of semen. Jim smiled, and when
Francis recovered his breath, he continued his journey along Francis' young
body.
"I love you "Mon petit Coeur" Jim mumbled.
"Please Jim; I want to do it to you the same. I'm not as good as you
are, but I'll do my best." Jim smiled the expression of innocence of his
lover; then he turned around, so his belly was now over Francis' face. He
followed Jim's actions and soon he was in front of Jim's hard cock in a 69
position. He doubted because he did not know what to do. Jim went a little
far and took Francis ball sack in his mouth, yet it was too big, so he did
one ball after the other. Francis felt an electrical discharge when he felt
the warmth of Jim mouth round his ball, so he eagerly did the same. Jim was
not very far from his orgasm and wanted to enjoy it as much as possible.
To Francis' astonishment, he stopped his caresses to his lover. "Jim
please, don't, don't stop now." He murmured. Jim grinned and resumed his
blowjob; suddenly took Francis' cock into his mouth. Francis moaned in
pleasure and pushed up his dick; at the sane time, he engulfed his lover
thick cock for the first time, savouring the salty flavour of his
precum. They sucked each other wildly as their mutual climaxes
approached. They could not stop now; Jim needed his relief, and Francis had
refilled quickly and was ready for a new one. That wonderful feeling
arrived. Jim pushed down his dick that near gagged his lover. Francis
arched his hips until Jim lips were touching his crotch. They stopped
breathing thru his noses and started shooting his load into their
respective mouths. They were young boys and did not expel a great amount of
semen, but the orgasm was so strong that they could not help but giving off
a loud moan thru their noses.
Hum!"
They swallowed each other white cream and continued sucking until their
dicks became flaccid. Then Jim turned around and lay on his side near his
lover, facing him. Tenderly, Jim parted Francis' silky hair stick with
sweat on his forehead. He caressed his cheeks and his red thick lips.
"You are a beautiful angel, Francis. Did you enjoy it? Francis blue
eyes looked into those black wells of Jim and gently kissed him.
"It was fantastic. What a lovely thing would be to be alone without
caring someone could call and do it as many times as we wanted!"
"Yes you are right, but we'll arrange to make our love as much as
circumstances permit. We must be very careful, especially outdoors."
Francis started to caresses Jim hair. Jim took Francis hand and kissed his
palm. They were now satisfied, so they got up from the bed and joking
showered and dressed only with their tracksuits, without any underwear. Jim
unlocked the door and sat on the large sofa looking into each other eyes
with their hands entwined.
"Who taught you to make so nice things, Jim?"
"Well, it is difficult to say. Since I don't have an older brother,
my dad gave me his first instructions and lections."
"Your dad did?"
"Yes my dad. When I was nine, he caught me fucking my bed sheets; he
told me how I would get a better pleasure with masturbation; taking care to
put something slippery on my fist. Later on, he explained how I could fuck
a girl or a boy, taking always into consideration the fact that I should
provide him or her, the same pleasure than I received. Also he taught me
where I could find the erotic spots in a body, and many other things. This,
added to my experiences, I transmitted to my brother Frankie; he did the
same to his friend John, and all the rest of the boys in the farm. I'll
tell you in detail some other day, this is only a summary."
"Your dad is a great father; besides, I suppose that living with
many other boys in the streets you had the opportunity to learn a lot about
everything, including sex."
"That's correct."
"On contrary of me, I am na‹ve in all related to sex, except what
I have learnt from you."
"That makes you even more adorable." Jim tenderly kissed Francis on
the lips, a long kiss and then he added. "But instinct made the rest."
"You had a good idea wearing only our tracksuits, because my penis
has started to grow again, so it finds no restrictions inside." They
laughed."
"You are so pretty Francis that I can't resist loving you, in spite
we have ejaculated five times today." In that moment, they heard knocks on
their door. They looked at each other because did not expect anybody; and
less anybody who knocked on the door.
"Come in" Jim shouted. Noel and Raphael entered closing the door
behind.
"Hi, happy couple!" Raphael said as they blushed.
"We have just come to borrow some ink from you and to show you
something.
"You can take the bottle, it is on my desk. What do you want to show
us? Francis asked.
"This." Saying it, he looked into Noel green eyes and kissed him
tenderly in front of them, revealing his most guarded secret. They blushed
again because that was an invitation to them to disclose their love. Jim
did not doubt. They stood up and taking Francis face into his palms kissed
him softly and amorously."
"We must pay you back for your sincerity." Jim said. The Marseille's
boys grinned satisfied as they sat down on the carpet facing them.
"That's perfect. We knew it, but wanted your confirmation. How
long?"
"A few hours, only ten minutes after the fight. And you?" Jim
asked. Noel glanced tenderly to Raphael, took his hand in his and said:
"Near five years" That surprised Francis; not to Jim.
"Five years! But you were little children, how could you?"
"Well it was not difficult. We knew each other since we were
babies. We have been in the same kindergarten and school together; play
soccer together... we looked more as twins than friends. Our families are
very close since my parents came from Spain. Noel's dad helped them a lot
to build a new life in France. In my tenth birthday's celebration, I
invited Noel to my room to see all my presents. As usually, we started to
joke and ended wrestling on the carpet; I pinned Noel under me, his lovely
face and red lips in front of me. I don't know what happened." He stopped
and then said: "Please Noel, can you continue?" Noel chuckled.
"Yes, I will. This is the first time we are telling this to anyone;
but you have been so honest with us that it is a pleasure to tell it to
someone. Well, I continue. We were laughing, however in that moment Raphael
became serious, he approached his face to mine and kissed me on the lips. I
felt as an electrical discharge thru my body when his lips touched mine;
strangely, my little weenie started to grow and I did not understand
why. Only that his lips were lovely and I wanted him to do it
again. However, it was a great surprise because I did not expect that from
him. I can remember he was even more astonished than I was. I asked him why
he had done it, he said: "I don't know, but I love you Noel." Please
Raphael, continue yourself."
"I was confused; I think Noel had a more clear idea than I have. He
glanced at me and then kissed me, even for a longer time. "I love you too,
my pretty friend." That's what he said. We stood up and kissed again. Then
we left for the dinning room where the families were together. We blushed
because my dad noticed something strange, however, he laughed and we
continued with the celebration."
"That's a beautiful and tender story, boys." Francis said. "Do your
parents know that you love each other?"
"Yes, right from that day. Noel's birthday was a couple of months
later, and when we went to see his presents we kissed again several
times. My dad watched us and laughed; so we continued because I knew he was
not upset. Later on, his parents, mine, and ourselves sat in his dad's
office; they told us that they did not mind we loved each other, however we
had to promise no one would know it, even our brothers and sisters, and we
would never kiss when anyone were present, including themselves. We have
fulfilled our promise up today." Jim then said:
"For me isn't a strange case. My brother Frankie, that is eleven and
his friend John love each other since the same age as you did." Jim
paused. "By the way, Raphael, you are more time in this school; do you know
any other couples like us?"
"Not for certain, since we are not close to anybody, except to you;
but we are 99% sure about six other couples, including the two younger
Parisians to whom, you Francis, hit. Also there's a little 11 y/o
couple. Probably these boys are his first year in love and in the
school. The problem is that if they are not warned to take care in his
innocence, if some teacher sees them, probably they will get them split out
from his room, team, class, etc...
"That would destroy their younger illusions." Jim said.
"Yes, you are right. I can do nothing myself, but you Jim could help
them, however, we must be sure that they'll keep their mouths shut, and
this some times are difficult on so young boys."
"Me? How?
"They swim everyday in the other side of the pool, and I heard them
that you are their hero as they are very keen of swimming. The day of our
race, both were in a corner and I looked how they shouted cheering us,
especially when you jumped into the water and did that wonderful lap."
"I'll see to them. After all, they are only two years younger than
we are." They paused. "Changing subject, do you know when the counsellor
check your room during the night?"
"Do you mean day and time?"
"Yes." Francis was startled with his lover's question; they did not
know why he was requesting this information.
"There is no a fix date or time, so you must be very careful with
your caresses." Raphael said while Francis blushed.
"Please, try to remember and write it down on a paper; I want to do
something"
"I wonder what's in your mind, but we'll do it. One thing is for
sure, he never comes twice in the same night." Jim grinned slyly. "Ok, we
must leave. I'll see you tomorrow on breakfast. Good nights, boys." They
answered their friends with goodnights as they left. Jim felt his friend
gaze, he took Francis' face in his palm and kissed him softly.
"What's going on in your mind, Jim?"
"I'll tell you tomorrow, my young lover." That was enough for
him. Francis jumped on top of Jim and started tickling him everywhere; Jim
could not resist, he was pleading to stop, however their mutual contacts
made then to fill again their mutual love; Francis loved Jim's pitchy laugh
and he was captivated by those large black eyes. He placed again his lips
on Jim's before he could even answer. Their tongues met once more this day
and soon they felt their dick pushing against each other crotches. "Please
Francis, lock the door, I don't want anyone peeking thru it."
Francis was excited and did not hesitate for a moment. He locked the door
and soon he took off his tracksuit getting stark naked. Jim did the same
since he wanted his lover against him. Both started making their mutual
love the sweetest act of their lives. They explored each other's bodies,
kissed, and finally exploded in a wonderful orgasm full of
tenderness. After some time they recovered their breaths, and then licked
their seeds, so not needing to shower again. Then Francis slid to his left
side facing his lover. Jim extended his hand and separated his friend's
lank blond hair of his forehead.
"I never thought I would be so happy in this school." Jim said.
"Jim, you have brought the light into my soul. Will you love me
forever? Because I'm sure I will." He looked that beautiful face, caressing
the blond locks on his forehead; tenderly and very soft and serious he
said:
"I don't know if we'll continue making love or any other type of sex
things, because our bodies and our minds probably will change in the
future, but one thing will never change, my love to you, Francis. Even if I
get married and have children, I will never stop loving you; that's for
sure. You have stolen my heart, and I'm very happy you did."
"Thanks handsome boy. Those are the most beautiful words I ever
heard." They said goodnights and cuddle in the bed. Jim was facing the door
and Francis behind him with his arms wrapped round Jim's chest. Suddenly
Jim said:
"Do you have a bell clock?"
"Yes. What is it for?"
"If my calculation does not fail, the counsellor will open our door
tomorrow at 7:00, so I suppose you don't want him to catch us in the same
bed, do you?"
"No. Of course. I had forgotten that fact, however I prefer you
leave the door locked, in any case we may have an argument to justify why
we had our door locked." Francis got up and gave the clock to Jim. After
fixing a time for waking up he cuddled again in front of Francis, very
tight as one single body; Francis rubbed softly his loved boy's neck and
Jim took Francis' arm placed on his chest. They said goodnights again and
drifted to sleep.
At 6:30 the clock started to ring, Jim went to the door and unlocked it,
and then he returned to his bed. As he expected, at 7:00, he heard the door
quietly being opened, and after a few seconds being closed again. He smiled
and drifted again to sleep.
End of Part 1