Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 12:23:33 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 2
JIM AND FRANCIS
By Al Peres
PART 2
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Chapter 8
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Saturday was the sport day, so they joined Noel and Raphael. The four boys,
after many jokes, wore the Speedos and went to the swimming pool where Jean
Claude was waiting for them to continue their training, looking forward to
the mid December races. As soon as they entered, Jim spotted the two
eleven-years-old boys swimming in the left side. They were diving; Jim
jumped into the water and felt as he was in his own element; he could not
explain himself why he felt so good there. He dove and swam as easy as he
was a fish. In one of his dives, he could see how the little boys were
touching each other crotches, even they lightly kissed under the water;
they saw him and immediately stopped, emerging to the surface. The boys
were not shy, however, they knew he had seen them; on the other hand, they
wanted badly to be friend of that big boy. One of them approached Jim.
"James, how can you swim like that? You look more like an otter than
a man." Jim was surprised even that they knew his name.
"Please call me Jim; I'm only a couple of years older than you are."
The boys blushed and grinned at him. "I don't know boys; some persons are
born with determined abilities, some run, some jump and some swim."
"Yes, but you do it very well. Can you teach Mike and me? Well... my
name's Paul."
"Ok Paul, when we end our training we'll do some things. Now return
to your exercises, otherwise the coach may get upset. As soon as they
finished Jim launched himself in the far corner, the boys immediately
joined him with a lovely smile on their little round faces. He looked into
those brown eyes and softly said: "Will you still be my friends if I said
you something? The boys got serious.
"Of course, and thanks for considering us your friends." Then Jim
bluntly said to them.
"You love each other, don't you? The boys blushed and did not know
what to say, but they thought that if Jim was their friend they did not
need to be scared.
"Yes, we, we, we love each other, but we do nothing wrong."
"Mike, Paul; I'm not arguing against it, but it is too obvious that
you love each other; my friends and I have noticed it. If we could detect
it, some other could, too; let's say a teacher, or a counsellor. I would
suggest you take an extremely care when you fondle or pet each other; you
must do it when you are absolutely sure, and I mean, absolutely sure that
no one can see you. You are too smart and I don't want you to be separated
from each other." The boys were astonished, but they were clever enough to
understand Jim was giving them a good advice.
"Thank you Jim, we'll take care." Mike said; he then added: "Now I
know why a boy of my class is always sobbing, to such a point that I have
heard that he's leaving the school."
"Why?" Jim inquired.
"Because he was in love with other boy, they were like twins. With
different arguments they changed him to a different room, then classroom
and finally in the sport team." Jim tousled their wet hair and said:
"So, I'm not wrong, am I?"
"Of course you aren't. Thanks again Jim, they won't catch us. On the
other hand, we are not doing anything?" Jim stopped him because he knew he
was going to lie.
"Whatever you do is of your own business and no one has the right to
interfere in it, however, rules are rules and we cannot break them; if we
want to stay in this school."
"You are right Jim, thanks again."
"Ah! I forgot. Are you catholic?"
"Yes, we are. Why?"
"Then, if you go to confess, you must lie, especially about your
relationship. Never admit that you touch each other or kiss. You can say
that you jerk off your wienie or similar, but, I repeat, never admit that
you do with other person."
"But that would be a sin." Paul innocently argued.
"It is a bigger sin to release what you have confessed." The boys
opened their mouths in disbelief.
"But it is supposed that a priest cannot release a single word about
what you confess!" Mike argued. Jim again ruffled the boy's hair.
"Mike, you can do whatever you like or want, but I'm seriously
warning you. You will learn more when grow up and are older; however, then
it could be too late. Ah! Never try to do anything in the toilettes." Then
Jim added: "How do you think they found out about your friends? Saying
that, Jim jumped again into the water, leaving the two boys thinking about
what he had said. They ended their day training; the little boys gazed at
Jim and grinned. Paul said:
"Thanks Jim for your training." Jim laughed. They returned to their
dorm and later to the dinning room for lunch. They met Noel and Raphael,
joked and laughed as any boy of their age, taking care not to show any
signals of their mutual affection, which was his best tool to fight against
that taboo. When they finished and were near the dorm building, Noel said:
"Jim, here you are the dates and time the counsellor checked on our
room. Sorry we cannot give you better information; we can do from now on,
if necessary." Jim looked the paper and said:
"I think it is enough. What are you going to do now?"
"Well, we have some work to do for a couple of hours."
"Ok, we'll wait you in our room in two hours time." The boys agreed
to the displeasure of Francis that wanted to be free and alone with Jim in
their room."
"Jim, why did you invite them to our room? We also have things to
do, but most important, I like to be with you alone." He smiled to Jim and
continued slowly. "I cannot feel your lovely eyes with witnesses." Jim
pressed his lover's hand.
"I know that, but I have something important to say. They are our
best friends and I want to share with them my discovery." That even puzzled
Francis more. They entered in their room and before Francis could give a
further step, he caught him from behind his neck and nibbled him
passionately. "I'll explain you right now, so please, lock that door."
Francis grinned. As he was returning Jim's caresses, grabbed his tracksuit
trousers and yanked them down; Francis stepped out and he took himself his
upper clothes off. Jim kissed him passionately with his right hand
caressing his friend ball sack and cock. Francis' dick immediately got very
hard.
"Please Jim, let's go to the bed. I need you." Before they reached
Jim's bed, he got stark naked, his cock jerking in needs. Soon their
tongues swirled inside their mouths, and their dicks started spurting
precum. Then Francis turned and adopted a 69 position, they impatiently
took their dicks into their mouths, sucking eagerly them; they were moaning
lost in their lust. A few minutes later Jim arched his hips and Francis
pushed down his, as they reached their mutual climaxes, starting to spurt
their little load of clear white cream. They sucked and swallowed their
lover nectar until felt their respective dicks were getting soft after
another beautiful orgasm. Francis returned to his original position in
front of his lover, but now completely relaxed and happy.
"We needed this." Jim said. "I was missing it since this morning."
Francis was hypnotized by those large black eyes of his lover.
"I need you. I would like to be here only staring at you until I'm
fed up of you; but am sure that would take ages." Jim looked to his blond
boy tenderly, put apart the locks on his forehead, and kissed him softly on
the lips.
"You better get your haircut shorter; I like as it is now, but isn't
good for swimming." He paused as he cared the silky blond hair. "I don't
know how, but we must do something to be together without being scared of
someone all the time.
"The same happens to me. I would like to keep you leaning on my
chest until I am full of your smell, your hair? you are so beautiful."
Their young dicks again were getting alive; however, they realized needed
to do their homework; therefore tenderly separated, got dressed and
unlocked the door. They took some notebooks and after an hour, their works
had finished. Jim then extracted a large sheet where he had developed a
chart; on top were all week days and in the left margin numbers 1 to 50. He
then said:
"Please, come here, Mon petit Coeur." That made very happy to
Francis that immediately surrounded Jim from behind and pressed him on him,
nibbling his ears and finally kissed him on the cheek; jokingly said: "Do
you want me to show this or shall we go to the bed again? Francis smiled
and caressed him again.
"I'd do with pleasure, but Raphael and Noel will be here within some
minutes. Please let me know your discovery."
"I know the time and the day when the counsellor will come to check
in any room." Francis thought his friend was joking.
"How's that possible? Are you a wizard? "
"Well, there is a margin for error, but very little. I have studied
his daily checking in our room, so this morning I knew he would come at
7:00 as he did. Look Francis, you are very good in maths and this is a
logical chart. They don't make visits in a random way as it seems to be;
the director is a bright math professor and I'm sure he has developed a
chart like this and maintains secret. These people are obsessed with
security; of course, they have reasons for that. This school has a high
prestige in France since the Middle Age. There are princes, sons of
ministers and most of boys come from wealthy and aristocratic
families. They do not admit any private safeguarding in the school; the
freedom inside is essential for a good education equal to all
students. Furthermore, did you observe the high iron fence round the
school? In addition, the night patrols with dogs? What's about the control
at the main gate? Francis was astounded with his lover's explanations; he
never thought about this.
"Yes I did. But it is normal. They are responsible for all of us
while we are in the school."
"Exactly!" Jim said. "That's the key question. This school produces
a lovely dividend to the priests and they must keep their business
absolutely sure; therefore they don't mind to leave a boy going out the
school, but whenever an adult takes that responsibility; so they always
want to be in the safe side. However, still they are not absolutely sure,
so have established a room- checking during night time, in order to be
certain that all boys are onboard. However, if they did the checking at the
same hour, like a bank's security guard, soon boys would have discovered;
and what is more important, strange people could find out. That was the
base of many escapes from Nazis concentration camps, because they stupidly
were like machines; except in the Navy. A clever admiral did a similar
chart to contact their submarine fleet, using a machine based on the high
officer instructions. I have seen six of them in the Spanish War Museum; it
was a present from Hitler to Franco." He paused.
"The principal has developed a chart to visit rooms; apparently, it
seems random, but it is not. They built an electrical panel; only changing
one contact it alters the new position of the lights on the panel." Francis
kept silence during some seconds as his young brains thought about what his
lover was explaining.
"You are right, this is a sequential number, and so, knowing two of
the digits you can know all the rest." Francis looked into his friend's
eyes and kissed him gently. "As you say, you're a fucking clever." Francis
blushed since he was not accustomed to use this strong word. In that
moment, someone knocked on the door, Raphael, and Noel entered.
"Well, which is the aim of this lovely meeting? Jim stood up and
explained all about his findings. They remained in silence for some time,
and then Noel said:
"Does anyone know about this?
"It's only us." Francis answered.
"It's fantastic! We can do whatever we like without caring about
being caught." Noel said.
"Well, we must take into consideration the errors caused by human
beings. Though French are not as square minded as the Nazis were, therefore
you will never be one hundred per cent sure; so I would suggest you lock
your door; you may always find an excuse for it." Jim said.
"We must leave. Have a good time and goodnights. Ah! I forgot. I
think you have a letter in your box, Jim." As soon as Jim heard that, he
jumped from the couch and left. A couple of minutes later he entered, his
eyes sparking of happiness.
"It is from home." Francis said nothing, he smirked, and approaching
his friend, he kissed him on the neck, then he sat on the sofa waiting for
Jim to finish his reading. He carefully observed with delight his loved
boy; how his face illuminated as sometimes he smiled. He reread the letter
again, and then he kissed it. Francis could see the tenderness in his
friend's eyes, as well as a couple of tears on his cheeks; however, he knew
they were of happiness. He stood and still with the sheets in hand he said:
"They all send a lot of love to you, especially Frankie and John. They have
worked hard along with the rest of boys; the house is ready, so in these
moments Frankie and John are having their first sleepover in the new
home. Little Francis also wanted to be there, however, Joan said he also
wanted to be with his granddad; therefore little Francis postponed it in
order not to upset his little brother. I can imagine what they are doing
and will do tonight." Francis approached his friend, took his hand and
tenderly placed it on his chest where the heart is. Then he said:
Jim, can I do anything to compensate you? I can't replace them but
you have all my love." He looked to his beautiful blond friend and rubbed
his smooth face with the back of his hand.
"I know it Francis, but I still miss them a lot; this is the first
time I have left them. Please give me as much love as you can. I have given
all I have to "Mon petit Coeur."
"Please Jim, lock the door." They locked the door and they made
passionate love until their young bodies were exhausted, however always
scared thinking that someone could knock on it. They ended their
lovemaking, had a quick shower, and went under the bed covers. Francis
felt fresh and did not want to sleep, he caressed Jim hair:
"Jim, you said that little Francis is blond and your elder brother,
too?"
"Yes. Joan is blond, too; and has curly hair; now is getting brown."
"Sorry I'm curious. You have said that you discovered had an elder
brother when you were ten. How happens?"
"Well... now we have time and I can tell you the story as he told
me." He paused.
"My dad and John's father are friends since they were children; so they
were best friends. They grew up and became handsome young men. One day,
during a ball, met two girls that did not want to dance with anybody;
however my dad separated them and they started dancing. One was blond. To
make it short, the blond girl fell in love with my dad, and the other girl
and Charles, John's dad, fell in love each other; some time later Charles
married her. My father visited the blond girl and fucked her until she
stopped the relationship; she was pregnant. However, she did not tell
anything to my dad because she knew my dad did not love her. She quickly
married other boy who always was trying to get her. She was honest, and
told him she was expecting a baby that would come about eight months
later. My brother was born and his apparent father was glad because the boy
was blond, so he could say the child was his. They imposed him the name of
Tomas. The man fucked regularly his wife but she did not get pregnant. My
brother grew, and when he was four y/o, his father started getting drunk
and spanking his mother, and some times his son. The man was frustrated
because he could not have a son of his own and besides, the little boy
features resembled to my dad, except the hair and eyes." Jim then jumped
from the bed, rummaged in a wardrobe's drawer, and extracted a large
notebook. "Francis, please read it; I wrote it down as he told me." Francis
took it and started reading, while Jim cuddled near his friend:
""The first time I directly contacted dad I was six. My mother took
me to the school as every child of my age did. I clearly remember him, very
strong, tall and not dressed as a formal teacher, but as a wonderful and
powerful man; covering his strong chest with a short sleeved shirt, no
jacket; no moustache; no beard; he was a man, not a teacher; I thought. He
received us. My mother talked to him with her head down avoiding his sight;
then he said:
"Please, Tomas, sit down on the first row, on that desk with Peter."
My mother left and I looked at the door and then to the big man. I met his
smile and his large black eyes fixed on me, giving me strength in my new
situation. Soon I forgot my fears and my mother, and started my tasks
likewise the other new students. That first day nothing else happened
except that, when I tried to look at him, I always met his eyes and his
smile on me. After that day, I noticed he was affectionate with me, always
trying to help me on my reading and writing, teaching me. He enjoyed
ruffling my blond hair and my back when I left for the following day. I did
not say anything to my mother, only that I eagerly wanted the next day to
come, to go to the school; very unusual for a child of six. His caresses
increased as he helped me; he sat down near me and I smiled at him; I felt
comfortable and learning very quick, he seemed very happy and proud with my
presence. Our friendship increased and I always delayed myself, leaving the
classroom as the last one. As you know, we had classes even on Saturday
morning. One of those days, as he was preparing to close the doors, I said:
"Sir, I would like today were Monday and not Saturday." He kneeled
in front of me and asked:
"Why, Tomas?" I doubted but I dared to say:
"Because... I enjoy the school and to be with you." Before he could
react, I kissed him on the cheek and left running to the door. I rushed to
my house without stopping; it was not far, only five houses separated from
school. At that time it was the last street on the road to John's farm, the
school had only two classes, one for boys and one for girls. My little
heart was beating into my chest, and I flushed thinking about what I had
done; but I felt happy, very happy. On Monday I got up early in order to be
in the school the first one to enter, I wanted the other boys did not see
me to blush when I met him. As soon as the door opened, I went it, he
looked at me and again he kneeled; I kissed him and he kissed me saying:
"Good morning Tomas." That was right the beginning. When he needed a boy to
order books, to clean a chair or anything, I was a volunteer to do the
job. My heart wanted his caresses, to be with him. He always had little
attentions with me, a pencil, a notebook, a tales book, little things that
conquered my heart needed of a father's affection. After some months, I had
learnt to read. I learnt during a few months what normally took near two
years to most of the children. Of course, I still read with some
difficulty. One spring day, near the summer, I wanted to read a tale;
however, there were difficult words I could not understand. During the
break, I remained on my desk. He was sat reading on a book and watching me;
then he said:
"Tomas, don't you go out for the break?"
"No; it is more interesting this tale, but there are some words I
cannot understand."
"Come here and I'll explain them to you." I got up and went to his
desk; he took me from my armpits and sat on his lap. I felt so happy? When
he thought other boys would return, he kissed me on my cheek, fondled my
hair and said: "now you can continue by yourself." I sat on my desk and I
looked at him; he grinned at me and I grinned back to him. I that moment I
wanted to run into his strong arms hug and kiss him all round his face?but
he was only my teacher. Time passed quickly and summer arrived with the
holidays. It was hot and I could not see him. Where is he? I asked
myself. I played sometimes near the school and his house that formed a
single building. I thought: "what does he do when there is no school?" I
was seven and September came and again the school. I was the first to
enter; I wanted to hug him, but there were all new boys and mothers
waiting, so I looked at him and he looked at me smiling, as saying: "be
patient, later." The first break came and all boys rushed outside. A door
connected his house with the classroom and he disappeared thru it. When
nobody was in the classroom I went thru the door, he was waiting for me sat
down on the ragged and clean sofa. I launched myself into his arms and I
hugged and kissed him, as I wanted to do since the school had closed. He
did the same; he ruffled my hair, my back and kissed my forehead and cheeks
tenderly.
"I love you sir, I have missed you a lot." He tenderly separated me
and looking into my eyes, he said:
"I love you too, Tomas, I have missed you heaps."
"Sure you missed me?"
"Yes I did." He then kissed me again. "But if they see us together
may envy you and think that I'm not fair with them, because I love all my
pupils." He immediately added: "But not as much as I love you." I smiled
satisfied and sighed; I did not want to share his love with anyone, he
continued: "Since we love each other, you cannot call me "Sir" when we are
alone, you can call me Frank; however this is our secret little Tomas, no
one, do you hear me? no one must know that we love each other. Do you
understand?"
"Yes Sir." He looked at me smiling. "Yes Frank", I repeated. He
hugged, kissed my cheek and we entered in the classroom; the boys started
to return from the break. Some weeks passed and we established the trick
when the last boy had left at the end of the day, or in the break, I would
enter in his house. We then caressed, kissed and talked about many things a
boy of seven could do. I was terrible happy and my mother could not
understand why."
"I was near eight, when one day I was trying to read a difficult paragraph
and found some not easy words, but instead of start asking in that moment I
waited until the break came:
"Frank I don't understand these words, please can you?" I approached
his desk, he lifted me on his lap to read with me, but I moved down
again. He was terribly shocked; I noticed the fears in his eyes, so I
extended my arms and kissed his cheek. He then sighed and asked me:
"Have you hurt yourself?" I doubted to answer but I said:
"No, I haven't; my father spanked me last Saturday evening with his
belt because I spilt some milk. I cannot sit down." I noticed how he
gritted his teeth and the muscles of his face hardened; the pencil he had
in hands broke into two parts, I heard him saying:
"Oh my God! Why? Why?" He wanted to comfort me because he saw my
tears almost coming out. He hugged and kissed me; then said: "Take this
cushion and put it on your desk, don't explain it to anyone; fortunately
your mate sitting near you is sick; when we finish you remain in your desk
until I close the door." When he locked the door, he took me in his arms
lifting me to his chest. I started crying as he caressed my neck and back
kissing me repeatedly. "Take it easy son, please don't cry", but that even
made me to cry harder. He sat on the large couch with me in his arms; he
had already lit a fire on the fireplace that lighted the room. When I
calmed down he stared at me and kissed my cheek again. "Please Tomas, turn
around." He then took my shirt up, then my short trousers to under my
buttocks and touched the large bluish bruises. I squirmed in pain. "Oh my
God! How a man can be so?to do this to an angel? He kissed my back several
times, replaced my clothes and turning around again he hugged me very
tight. I could not stop crying; he kept me for several minutes leaning to
his chest until he felt I was quiet and calmed. He tenderly separated me
and kissed me again on the forehead:
"I love you, Frank." I said to him still with tears rolling on my
face. "My father is always drunk on Saturdays."
"I love you too, son." I liked that word that I had never heard from
my father; he continued: "Tomas, I want you to hear me carefully. Listen:
you should never argue your father; he used to be a good man, I wonder why
he has become into an animal. If you think he is going to spank you, you
must fly away; your house is not far from here and both houses have the
rear facing the fields; so if you run thru the back no one would be able to
see you neither find out where you are." He pointed out to a back door as
he continued. "That door connects to the yard and I'll always leave it
unlocked. You can easily access to the yard; so you must run as much as you
can and enter into this house. If I'm here you will be absolutely safe, but
if not, lock all doors, enter in my bedroom and hide under the bed covers
until I return. Is it clear for you?"
"Yes, it is." Then looking at him very careful I took his face
between my little hands and I kissed him on the lips. He was surprised and
asked:
"Why have you kissed me like that, Tomas?"
"Because my mom told me once we must kiss a person on the lips when
we love that person a lot, and I love you that much. I would like that you
were my dad?" I could not end the phrase. He hugged me very tight; then he
tenderly separated me from him and kissed me a quick peck on the lips.
"I worship you my little angel. I'll tell you what we are going to
do: You will consider me as your dad and I will consider you as my son, but
only when nobody is present; if someone can see us, you will be Tomas and I
will be your teacher." I hugged him as tightly as I could.
"Oh dad, my dad, I adore you!"
"My little son, my angel son!" he answered. He filled me with kisses
and I filled him the same. I think there was not any part of my face that
this memorable evening was not kissed. We remained on the sofa united
watching the fire; then he said:
"Son, you must go to your other home. Ah! moreover: you don't need
to be spanked to come here, you can come any time that you want, but you
must be very, very careful. Nobody must see you, otherwise our secret will
be known and we might get in trouble.
"Don't worry dad, I'll be invisible, I know how to do it. I kissed
him and he kissed me with a sigh, then I said: "Dad, you have cured all my
bruises, I feel nothing." He grinned; ruffled my blond lank hair and I took
the back door to return home. When I arrived mom asked me where I had been,
I said: playing alone, as usual.
Chapter 9
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Time elapsed quickly, and I continued visiting him; I would say near
everyday, except Saturday evening and Sundays. The procedure was always
different, but I enjoyed being on my back on the old couch with my head on
his lap; he always had something to read. We spent hours and hours reading;
he brought me adventures' books. I eagerly read about Gulliver's journeys,
pirates on the Indian seas, about Captain Nemo's submarine and many
others. He taught me how to use a dictionary when I did not understand a
word. Being nine y/o, I was too young for those sorts of books, but I could
read easily anything. My dad was very proud of me showing as an example to
the other kids, encouraging them to learn; he used to say:
"You all are as intelligent as Tomas is, so if he did it, you can
also do it. You can be sure of this." He irradiated confidence and
self-esteem. Many other followed his instructions and he received
congratulations from the academic authorities for this. He never spanked or
humiliated a boy; when he was forced to punish a boy, he would take him to
stay into the classroom until all boys had gone, then he would tell him
what his punishment was, but never in front of his pals and friends."
"Children sometimes can be very smart. I needed and enjoyed with my dad's
caresses and love; I noticed that when my father spanked me, my dad seemed
to love me much more, especially when he saw my bruises, he then kissed and
hugged me more. Of course, I was wrong. One day that he noticed some
contusions, he said:
"Tomas, has he spanked you again?"
"Yes dad."
"Why didn't you run to here? Did he force you?
"No dad, he didn't; I remained quiet as he dropped his belt on me, I
could have run but I did not."
"But why, my son?" I doubted for a moment. I could not cheat him.
"Because I love you heaps, dad." He was taken aback as I continued
"You love me more when my father spanks me, so I prefer to suffer his
strokes because later I will be compensated with your hugs." He hugged me
very tight and kissed me; when we separated I watched how his eyes were
blurred with tears. I also was close to start crying because I noticed he
was suffering. He looked into my eyes for a long minute; he hugged me
again, and said:
"Tomas, please, you should never, never do it again. I love you the
same and I will give you all kisses and hugs that you want. Don't you
realise that when you suffer I suffer as well? When I see the bruises on
your back I would have liked to receive them myself instead of you. You
will fully understand this when you grow up and have your own sons. Listen
my son, a dad is not only the one who put seeds inside a woman and have a
baby; it is much more than this; it is to love that baby and when he or she
grows up; even, if necessary, to give his own life to save his child. I
would kill anyone to save your life; I would gladly give my life to save
yours, do you understand?" He paused. I could not resist my dad
explanations; I started to sob inconsolable; he hugged me again and kissed
me many times until I stopped sobbing. I did not realise in that moment he
was also telling me that he was my truly dad and therefore, he immensely
loved me.
"I helped him to clean the house, to wash-up dishes, etc. He taught me how
to make an omelette, to prepare toasts, to make coffee, to fry eggs, and
many others things. He was and he is very clean, the house was very tidy,
clothes clean; I remember that the bed sheets were as white as snow. He
said:
"Tomas, you must take care of your body, a clean body is a healthy
one, now that there are so many sicknesses. To prevent any contamination
from lice and similar, clothes must be boiled out, this will kill
anything. Those were the happiest days with him. I would have liked to
spread the news saying everybody "This is my dad to whom I love and he
loves me!!" That was the only dark point in my heart."
"He loved hiking and mountain climbing, so secretly and when my father was
out, he took me to the mountains showing me the trees, naming them, rocks
and type of them; these short trips fascinated me. I loved winter because I
stayed longer with my dad, normally he would close the door and I remained
inside with him; when we finished our cleaning tasks, he would set the fire
and extend a blanket near it; then he would prepare a glass of milk and
some biscuits for me. I laid on my tummy reading and he sat down near me
with his back against an armchair, massaging my shoulders and caressing my
hair that was a little big long because he liked it, whenever it was clean;
most of the boys had his hair very short to prevent lice. We stayed for
hours chatting and reading, and then we kissed and hugged until next day."
"A Sunday evening my father came drunk as usual, he started calling mom
whore and many other strong words, as I tried to defend her I told him:
"She is not a whore, you are a bastard!"
"Me a bastard?" He had his belt on hand and stroked me on my left
shoulder and back, but he could not catch me as he proposed
himself. Following my dad's instructions I ran. I hided near his house
during a few minutes, I was scared and cold; when I realised no one could
see me, I jumped into the yard, entered in my dad's house and locked the
doors. I went upstairs I put my boots under the bed and I lay under the
covers trembling. I was terribly frightened, but I recalled the word of my
dad "you are safe here." This comforted me, and after some minutes, I was
asleep."
"Some hours later, dad came and found me in his bed; he undressed himself
and me and got under the covers protecting me. I woke up some hours later
and I found his strong arm round me, warming me. I felt very happy and
comfortable; I did not try to move in spite I needed to pee, so I got
asleep again. I had a beautiful dream that I was running with him hand in
hand thru lovely hills, we jumped from one hill to another as he giggled
and I ran far and came back to hug him, then we flew from one cloud to
another one like sea birds."
At 6:00 a.m. I got up because my bladder was full of pee, after near eleven
hours in bed. I was on my underwear, but the house was not cold, or at
least I felt that. I was hungry, so, after peeing, I wore an apron as dad
did, lighted the cooker charcoal fire and put some milk to heat, meanwhile
I washed my face and combed my hair on the mirror. I watched a happy boy
there, I made a mock to him with my tongue and left. I prepared a slice of
bread and dropped the hot milk on a bowl, I mixed the bread with sugar into
the milk; It was fantastic how it tasted. It has been the first time that I
had slept with my dad. Fortunately, I did it many times afterwards.
Whenever I observed my father was drunk; I flew into my dad's house, my
home, until the next morning.
When I finished, I cut two large bread slices and put on the fire; I
prepared a wooden tray, took a clean bowl and I filled with hot milk. I put
the toasts on a plate, carefully smeared them with olive oil and some
sugar. All of this on the tray, I went upstairs. My dad was still asleep;
he had come a few hours before. I put the tray on the nightstand and I
jumped on the bed, starting kissing and kissing him, he woke up, extended
his strong arms and hugged me very tight and dragged me near him; however,
as he touched my back the bruise hurt and I moaned in pain:
"My lovely and beautiful son, sorry I hurt you. Did he beat you
again?"
"Yes but only once because I called him bastard."
"Tomas! That's not a word for a little boy" I bent the head.
"Sorry dad, but he called very strong words to mom and me, I could
not help?"
"Never mind, son; you ran here as I told you, that's what matters."
"I love you dad." I hugged and kissed him; he then turned his head
and watched the tray. He looked at me very happy, as his son had learnt his
lessons. He ruffled my hair as he liked; I felt in the heaven.
"I must pee, but I'll be here in a second. Put off that apron; you
don't need it in bed. I heard him peeing and washing his hands. "Did you
have your milk, son?" He asked me.
"Yes dad, I did." He ate all, cleaned his hands with a serviette,
and dropped again under the covers.
"Still it is a little bit early, so we can have a nap." I cuddled
facing him, my head resting on his strong shoulder feeling the warmth of
his body. I was in the seventh cloud within my dad's arms. He caressed me
softly, and then said:
"Tomas, I don't think we can sleep anymore, but we can chat."
"Oh yes dad, I have been sleeping for near twelve hours." He took my
little palms, kissed both and carried them to my face, and then he kissed
me a peck on the lips. I sighed as felt the most important boy of the
world. Then he continued:
"Tomas, I have given you these three kisses at the same time,
because I want to say you something very important, now that you are near
ten." I thought for a second he would say I must go or something else and
my eyes started to blur. He guessed it and dragged me to his chest; then he
separated me a little and took my face between his strong hands. "No son,
I'll never leave you because a truly dad never leave a truly son." Now I
understood his concerns:
"Dad, do you mean that you?" I could not end the phrase because a
bump came to my throat and I could not stop my tears dribbled from my eyes
down my cheeks. I dropped myself on his chest and I noticed how he deeply
sighed with a blur in his eyes. I felt his kisses on my hair many times as
he continued:
"Yes my son; you are not a bastard, I'm your truly father and dad,
and I will be forever. That man that spanks you has nothing to do with
you; you are not his son. When you get a little bit older I'll explain you
why I did not marry your mom." I still was sobbing on his chest. He made a
gap between both and caressed me repeatedly until I was quiet. Then between
final sobs I asked:
"Daddy, does it mean that I can tell everybody that you are my dad?"
He kissed me again.
"I wouldn't mind at all; unfortunately we don't live in a large town
like in the city. Your official father used to be a good man and he belongs
to a good family; if we spread the news, he and all his family would suffer
the mocks of the people; the same would your mom's family. Do you think it
is worthwhile doing it? We would gain nothing except our satisfaction, but
we would hurt many persons to whom we cannot blame. Do you understand, my
son?"
"Not all, but I don't mind if I can love you knowing that you are my
truly dad, so no one could say that I'm a bastard. I cannot understand why
my father and mom's families would be offended; I have done nothing to
them. I have only received spanks from him?"
"They all love you too, my son. Did any member of your family reject
you any time?"
"No, ever, on contrary; when I meet them anywhere they kiss me."
"Then, do you think we should hurt them?"
"No daddy, but I love you too much." I grinned and hugged my dad,
filling his face with my kisses. He then started tickling me. He began from
my toes, my knees, my thighs, my tummy, my nipples: then raising my arms he
did my armpits causing me giggling uncontrollably; he finally kissed me a
peck on the lips.
"It is enough my little lad." He got out of the bed, but I jumped on
his back and he again dropped on the bed and started again tickling and
petting me. I didn't know why but my little weenie had formed a tent on my
underwear; he saw it and said: "Ah! Your little soldier also wants to be
kissed. Ok, I don't want any complaint." He dragged my underwear down and
kissed my dick on the top, then covered it again. "I hope he is now
satisfied." We laughed and joked for a while. I don't think any boy of my
age could be on those moments happier than I was. It was time to open the
school. We dressed and opened the door. Some minutes later the boys started
to fill the classroom as a new week commenced."
I was very happy when arrived home; mom watched me carefully; she was sad,
very sad. She had a black eye and some contusions on her arms, I jumped on
her lap and hugged her; she hugged me back tenderly and kissed me.
"You look very happy, my son. Why? Where have you been? Your dad
spanked you before you could get away, however you still are content." She
had reminded me the events; besides, she called his husband "my dad." That
made me near to explode in rage when I compared with the lovely wakeup of
that morning in my dad's house.
"He is not my dad and you know that, mom. I hate him! When I get
older, he won't dare to touch you, I promise!"
"Is that what your dad teaches you, hate?" I was astonished by her
revelation; she finally had admitted who was my real dad. I approached her
and kissed tenderly, hugging her not very tight, because I knew she had
been seriously spanked and hurt."
"Mom, please. Don't say that, I love you and I love my true dad. He,
on contrary of what you may think, is always telling me that my father used
to be a good man and, above all, I have to respect him and his family. You
are not being fair? What do you think I do when he spanks me and call you
those terrible words?" She for an answer dragged me to her chest?"
"You are too old for your age, my son; you have started to suffer
too soon."
"No mom, you are wrong. The pain I have received from him is nothing
compared with the love I have received from my dad. I'm glad and very proud
to have a dad like him. Only one kiss from him heals all my bruises, and he
gives me all kisses that I want; but mom, I also love you too much and I
cannot bear to see you being spanked, I can't." I started to cry on his lap
and a happy day was being converted into a gloomy one. Between sobs I
added: "Do you know he never spanks or humiliate a boy? Even he convinces
mean boys without touching them, to the point they apology other boys
without my dad being present. They all love their teacher." She dried her
eyes.
"Well my son, let's have lunch; we can enjoy and be happy at least
until next Friday." I told my mom what we had done: the things we did in
the school; how we learnt and read all those books. Yet I did not mention
anything about the intimated moments with my dad, the jokes, caresses and
happy times I had with him; that was our mutual life and I did not want to
share with anybody, even with my mother. I recognize I was selfish, but I
loved and still love my dad too much."
"It was November 5th, Friday. That evening he shut the door and we started
our mutual living activities free from any outsight; the normal ways of a
son and his dad that love each other; jokes, tickling, laughs, etc. while
he worked and I helped to clean the house. When we were finished and
cuddled in the old couch in front of the fire he said:
"Tomas, tell your mom, that tomorrow after the class, you will lunch
here with me, if she agrees." I answered him full of enthusiasm:
"Oh, sure dad, it won't be any problem! I love being the whole
evening with you; we will read a lot and must tell me some more stories."
"Ok, son; now return home; I have seen some lighting in the sky and
probably it will start raining within a few minutes. Come on, hurry up." I
quickly ran home. Mom was sat writing something, I kissed her, and full of
joy I asked whether I could stay for lunch with my dad next day, since he
had asked me. She nodded. I kissed her, but she seemed not very
pleased. Next day was Saturday and my father would be there. He never asked
about me, but if he did and I was not there he might have the justification
to start quarrelling.
"Thanks mom, I'll be here before nightfall." The following day I was
anxious the classes were over to join my dad in the premises. He closed the
door, opened his arms and as usual he kissed me. He had set up the table
near the fire, with two plates and two candles that he lighted. It was
very dark outside and we heard the thunder far away. I thought the display
was special; he never did it before, but I loved enigmas. We ate in silence
trying to guess what the meaning of that special lunch was. When it was
over, we cleared the dishes and removed the table. He sat on the armchair
and as he opened his arms, I jumped into his lap with my head on his chest.
I said nothing, but my heart was beating, finally he said:
"I suppose you are intrigued about the display for the lunch."
"You can bet for it, dad; but you have told me many times to keep
curiosity out of my mind. I can't, but I try it."
"Good boy. Do you know what day is today?"
"It is Saturday. I'm not sure which day, I don't count them."
"I have to do it for you. Today is 6th November, and you are ten, my
little lad. It is your birthday!" Before I could answer him, he kissed me
on the lips quickly and hugged me very, very tight. "Congratulation, my
son!"
"I'm sorry, dad. I had forgotten it." I put my arms round his neck,
hanged and I kissed him on the lips and round his face. Mom had also
forgotten this day, however my dad did not; only a dad that loved his son
would do it. On the other hand, in those difficult times, birthdays were
only celebrated by upper classes, however we were something especial."
"Thanks dad. I love you; no one ever told me." He then said:
"As rich people used to do, I have a little present for you. I
wonder if you will like it or not."
"I'm sure I will. However, we are not rich, are we?"
"We are very rich in love, my son." He motioned to a chair "That
little parcel is for you." I jumped and caught the parcel, trembling with
emotion I unwrapped it. It was a book, a lovely book that I had mentioned
my dad many times: "The Treasure's Island." I left the book and I jumped on
top of my dear dad. I can't remember how many kisses I gave him, but a
lot. You must realise I ever had a father and now I had one only for me to
love.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"You well know that I wanted it since I started to read. You are a
naughty man, dad. Do you know that?" He hugged me and ruffled my hair, now
too long, but he liked it because he said it was a beautiful silky hair and
was a pity not to enjoy it, in spite of lice contamination. I opened the
book and in a blank page he had written: "To my dearest son Tomas on his
10th birthday." "I'll wrap it in order to prevent it being soiled.
"I have left a blank space in order your mom can write anything, if
she likes it."
"Sorry dad, but it is your present, not hers; therefore I'll keep as
it is." He did not say anything, but I felt he disagreed. I laid my tummy
on the blanket and I started to read the prologue. It was a big book but
written with large printed letters for children to read. We spent that
lovely afternoon ignoring the terrible storm that would carve our lives
forever. We heard the thunders and lighting and some drops of rain; dad
then said:
"Tomas, you better go now before rain starts, it is very dark and
within a few minute will be night." I did not argue; he was right. I kissed
and hugged him, took the book and ran to my house. I entered full of joy
looking for my mom without noticing my father was in there.
"Mom, mom; look at this book; it is my dad's present; do you know
that today is my birthday?" A strong hand took the book from my hands and
threw it out to one corner of the room.
"You are a bastard, and much more who gave you that stupid book." I
faced him full of rage and shouted at him:
"It is not a stupid book, you are an ignorant, and I'm not a bastard
because my own dad gave it to me!" Full of hate and rage, he then took off
his leather belt and started beating me saying:
"I'll give you different books, son of the bitch!" I could not run
away from him because I was in the corner trying to recover the book. He
was furious beating me; I put my little arms to cover my face and I
received the beats on them. Mom reacted from her prostration and tried to
hold his hand:
"Stop beating my son, you will kill him. He's only a child!" He
turned round to her as a jailed tiger.
"You whore and your bastard son. I'll kill both of you tonight! I
was crying but I could not see that. I jumped on his back trying to stop
him pushing my mother. Outside, started to rain heavily with thunders and
lighting, as a prelude of the drama. He was drunk but had enough strength
to throw away a child of ten. He got me from the long hair with one hand
and gave me a hard slap on my face; the blood started to run from my nose
to my mouth and neck. I do not know how, but I launched my leg to kick him
and my boot reached his target on his balls. He yelled in pain, left my
hair and bent himself. As soon as I felt free, I flew away looking for
someone and help. I was terrified; I thought he would follow me up to kill
me. I ran in the mid of heavy rain and thunders; all doors were shut; I
could not see any light. I ran and ran thru the village's streets, crying
and shouting for help, but no one appeared. One of my feet tripped against
a stone, I stumbled and fell into a mud puddle. I got up in agony, I ran
again. Suddenly, in my blur, I saw a light and an open door; I entered as a
hurricane inside covered with blood and mud:
"Help! Help! Please. Help me!" Two strong arms took me as I
fainted." It was my dad that was arranging some books on a shelf.
"Oh my God! If you really exist, why do you permit this to a child?"
He took me in his arms, placed me on the couch and closed all doors. He
took off all my clothes, boots and socks tossing on the floor. He then
wrapped me in a blanket and placed near the fire. My body started to spasm,
trembling, he put me against his chest trying to give me all his life and
warmth while he cleaned my face of mud and blood; my nose had stopped
bleeding, however it was purple. I reacted with his warmth, opened my eyes
still shivering, and scared, but I heard my dad's voice:
"Tomas, my son; you are safe, you are safe!" I opened my eyes and
saw his face, I started to cry. I barely could articulate a word among
sobs:
"Dad, dad, where were you? I was looking for you and I couldn't find
you?" He put me even closer to his chest; I could feel his warm tears on my
face. We remained like that for what seemed me a long time. He comforted me
feeling his face near mine. He did not ask me anything, but when I stopped
crying, he said:
"You are safe my little son, I love you; my heart is terribly hurt."
"I love you daddy. He was so mean?"
"Don't worry my child, now it is over." He had placed two large pots
near the fire to hit water to bath himself; so, he left me near the fire
and dropped the water into a wooden tub. He filled it again with cold water
and replaced it. He took off the towel that wrapped me and dropped inside
the warm water. I felt very comfortable as he squeezed the sponge over my
head; he started removing all mud and dirtiness from my hair and face,
however, when he touched one of the many bruises I squirmed in pain.
"It hurts, daddy; it hurts." He kissed my wetted forehead and
continued, taking care where I had been stricken. When the water was very
dirty, he lifted me from my armpits, emptied the tub and put clean warm
water. Then as I was inside the tub, he carefully soaped and rinsed me. I
stood up, he wrapped me in a large white towel and dried my body; and then
thus wrapped he lifted me and placed near the fire. I could hear his
sighs. He took the dirty clothes and put them into the warm water. I
motioned my dad: "Please daddy, sit near me" I pleaded. He sat down and
slowly combed my long dry hair. I extended my arms to his neck and kissed
him, starting to cry again as I remembered the images of the scene in my
house.
"Please son, try to forget; you are safe now and I promise you, he
will never touch you again."
"I don't mind daddy he spanks me if you love me." Again my words
made the tears to appear on his face.
"Tomas please try to relax, you are exhausted and seriously injured;
I must call the doctor to examine you." I started again sobbing on the
perspective that a MD examined me.
"Please, please, daddy÷ don't call anyone. I'm alright, only a
little bit pain on the bruises, that's all; please daddy, don't call
anyone." He hugged and kissed me tenderly.
"Alright Tomas, but are you sure you feel well."
"Well daddy, I suppose I have my nose as a clown's" He smiled, I
smiled, and we hugged.
"I suppose you are hungry"
"Not much, daddy, I'm very comfortable here."
"Never mind, I'll prepare you a bowl of milk and bread, you must
replace your strength." He did and as I was finished, he took me in his
strong arms, still naked and wrapped in the towel; he carried me to his bed
and tucked me in there, covering with an extra blanket. "Now my son you
need to sleep and rest, I have to do something." I guessed what was in his
mind and I did not want to be left alone, I still was very frightened.
"Please daddy, don't go anywhere; don't leave me alone. I'm scared."
"Alright son, I'll be downstairs; I need to wash and dry your
clothes. Tomas, you have demonstrated be a brave boy that have kicked the
balls of a grown man, how can you be scared? I don't believe you." He
grinned at me, and it was so sweet and so lovingly that I reached my arms
out of the covers and kissed him on the lips taking care not to touch my
harmed nose."
"I love you dad, I love you a lot."
"I love you too, my beautiful son. Now, please, sleep and rest." I
put my arms under the cover, he kissed my forehead and left, leaving the
door ajar. I heard the rain beating the roof. This sound, the warmth of
the bed, and the rest provided by my dad's kiss made the miracle. I felt
all my pains gone as I flew over the skies in a nice child dream. My dad
arranged things downstairs and still he remained some time sat thinking his
next steps, cooling out his temper and the storm inside him since he saw me
entering in his house. When he was sure I was asleep, he thought I would
not wake up, he had put in my milk a little portion of a liquid made from
purple poppies as he had learnt from his dad. He left, locking the door and
walked up the street with his umbrella covering him.
Without knocking on the door he entered in the house he had never been; he
saw my mom on the floor whining from pain; my father was sat on an armchair
snoring. He entered in the kitchen, took a jug of cold water and dropped
the content on my father's face.
"Wake up, bloody crap! Wake up fucking bastard or I'll kill you as
you are drunk!" My father opened his eyes still near drunk and got white as
he watched my dad determination. He mumbled something that my dad did not
understand or wanted to understand. He took him from his clothes and lifted
him like ragged doll. He was ready with his fist closed to hit him on the
face, but in that moment, he heard my mom's voice:
"Please Frank, don't hit him, he doesn't deserve even your rage, and
after all, he is my husband." My dad stopped and with his arm still ready
to punch him he said:
"You must thank your wife and to your family, to whom I much
respect, because I came to kill you for what you have done to my
son. However, listen very carefully crap, because I won't repeat it twice:
This time I'll leave you, but if you touch my son again, I will look for
you until the very hell, if necessary; then you will regret to have been
born. You are warned." My dad looked to the corner where mom was, he saw my
book on the floor and picked it up; and then he left the house blaming the
door. My father sat again white and humiliated by his wife's words. He
thought deserved Frank's words, and still could not believe why my dad had
not hit him to death as he would have done himself. Dad walked a little bit
more relaxed a couple of streets up and knocked on a door, the rain had
stopped; a woman dressed in black opened the door:
"Can I help you, Frank, it is a terrible night."
"It is Maria, but it could have been even worst. I don't need your
help, but your sister needs it. She is probably seriously injured by her
husband and need your assistance."
"Oh my God, when will this get and end?" She murmured.
"The crap of your brother in law is still in there near drunk, but
lucid. Please tell your sister that Tomas is in my home happily
sleeping. He seems well, apart of many bruises and his little nose near
broken. I'll return him to his mother as soon as she asks me. Good nights
Maria. He left without hearing the thanks from my aunt Maria.
The following morning and a few more days I remained with my dad, we made
many jokes with my nose until it healed and everything settled down
wonderful. My father never touched me again; he scarcely spoke me directly,
he always did thru my mom until six years later, when he died from a liver
sickness. In those years, I felt sorry for him, and told my mom that I did
not hate him because I had my dad with me. There are many events from that
time up today that I'll tell you if you want, my brother.""
Chapter 10
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It was near the time the Counsellor would come when Francis finished
reading Jim's brother story. He jumped to his bed and waited, and at 12:00,
he could observe how their door was open and closed again, as Jim had
calculated. He smiled. Then he returned to Jim's bed, and cuddled in his
front. Jim felt the warmth of Francis' buttocks and hugged him.
"I like you there, Francis." Turning around and facing Jim, Francis
caressed tenderly him again. He wanted to make many questions to his friend
and lover, but Jim was near asleep. They joined their bodies as one. One
minute later, both were rock asleep.
Saturday was the sport day; however, they were not subjected to a
discipline as the rest of the days, so they woke up at the same hour
cuddled in the warmth of their bodies. Jim felt his dick hard against his
friend buttocks, then extended his left hand over Francis and could feel
the morning erection of his friend. He lapped Francis on the neck.
"Do you know you have the most beautiful buttocks of the world?"
Francis turned around and faced Jim with a sly smile on his lips.
"I have noticed how you look at my ass." Francis extended his arm
and started caressing Jim upper legs. "You also have a lovely childish ass
Jim, I like all of you." He again kneaded his friend's buttocks. They were
on their elbow staring at each other. "Jim, my soul and my whole body
belongs to you; if you want any other part of me I'm ready to offer it to
you." Francis blushed as he knew he had touched some unspoken taboo, but
he liked to be free in front of his lover. Jim glanced tenderly his friend
and kissed him a long kiss of love.
"Thanks Francis, you are the most honest and desirable boy on the
earth. I care about you too much and I wouldn't be fair if I say I don't
like it. I would love to be inside you and you inside of me, if you like
it. That would be the most beautiful act between us; but this is not
neither the time nor the place to do it." Francis blushed, again and hugged
Jim, as their erections were rubbing together.
"Why Jim? I haven't any experience on that. Have you fucked a boy
before?"
"Yes. I have fucked and I have been fucked a couple of times. That,
my loved boy, take some time to do it, especially the first time. It is
like breaking a girl's virginity; it requires a nice and quiet surrounding
if we want not to hurt each other. Only, I can tell you it is the supreme
happiness between two persons in love." Francis sighed and caressed his
friend's face.
"I trust on you Jim; let's do it. I want you inside me and become
one body, one soul, and one love. If you don't mind, I can find that place
and the right time." Jim looked perplexed to his friend.
"How and where? I wouldn't do it in the school."
"I'm not saying in the school. What about a weekend in Paris? Paris
in the night is a dangerous place, but during the day is the most beautiful
city of the world."
"You surprise me every moment. We cannot leave the school and take a
bus without an especial requirement." Francis grinned to his friend and
pecked him lightly on the lips.
"Jim, would you like to spend a couple of nights together with me in
Paris? Please, tell me yes." Jim looked at Francis pushed him on his back
and then straddled him, their rock hard dicks together rubbing.
"Yes Francis. Please do it. But you must think that most of the time
we'll be together doing whatever you have in your mind, I want all your
dreams to come true."
"You are great, Jim!" They started petting and rubbing their bodies
until that fantastic orgasm overwhelmed them, taking their souls to the
highest point in the universe. When relaxed, they caressed, cleaned and got
ready to go to the dinning room. They had breakfast and went to swim. They
wanted to be fit one hundred percent. Mike and Paul approached Jim as soon
as he jumped into the water. After some laps, Mike followed him to a corner
where only Jim and Francis were having a good time diving. He smiled at
then and Jim noticed that the little boy wanted to talk to him; however he
did not dare because Francis was present:
"Jim, can, can, can we talk?" As he saw Francis swimming to the
other side in order to leave them alone, Mike approached him. "Please,
Fran‡oise, don't go, you are also my friend, don't you?" Francis
grinned, tousled the boy's hair:
"Yes, I'm your friend, too, but if you prefer?"
"Please, Fran‡oise." When they were together the little boy
continued: "Jim, yesterday I told you we had two unfortunate boys, friends
of us, but now I must tell you we are very close friends; we are best
friends. We leave in the same town, went to the same school, in summary we
are much closed. Paul and I suffer as much as they are suffering; we
support and console them, but Christian cannot hold his tears. Noah is
different; he is stronger. When both are together, Christian is the
loveliest boy you can imagine, he become other person; I fear he might get
sick if he continues like that." Mike felt how his eyes blurred, so he bent
his head; he did not want Jim to notice his tears. "Jim can we help them?"
"What do you mean, Mike? I don't know what we can do now to help,
even I don't know them." Francis said:
"Mike, we are always in the swimming pool, tell them secretly to
join the list of boys who want to swim; there is an open list for newcomers
to form the teams. Meantime we'll try to think what we can do to console
them. Next Monday after classes, they must be here to join the rest of the
boys. The coach has asked us to prepare a selection to choose a team of
younger boys, so they can join us." Jim smiled to his lover.
"That's good idea. Tomorrow, try to sit near us in the mass, you
must tell me who they are, because I don't know them." Mike looked at them
with an imp smile:
"All boys in love should help each other." Then he jumped into the
water and swam to the other side. Jim and Francis stared at each other
grinning. Jim then said:
"Well, if we found out they were in love, he is not a silly boy, he
has also done the same about us." Both laughed and continued their
exercises. Jim's brains started to work; he formed some ideas in his mind
but soon he discarded them. In that moment, Raphael and Noel approached.
"Hi boys! You still happy, don't you?"
"Yes, why not?"
"Jim, you are a genius, everything happened as you told us."
"I'm glad for you, however, you must keep yourself in guard;
sometimes a person can change without expecting it." Jim thought for some
moments while Francis was talking to their friends. Jim then interrupted
them: "Raphael, you are near four year in this school. Do you know about
the discrimination on those little boys? They had been separated because
someone found out they loved each other."
"Yes I know it. As far as I know, and I have questioned older boys;
it never happened here before. I must go back to this school's history."
They sat on the pool border and Raphael started: "The institution was
created more than four hundred years ago. The aim: to educate boys who
later would perform roles as, ministers, army officers, cardinals, etc. You
must realize that only an aristocrat could perform those tasks; normal
citizens were discarded; even Upper Bourgeoisie was banned, unless they
married an aristocrat girl. However, as from 17th century, Bourgeoisie,
bankers, merchants, and businessmen, became too strong until the French
Revolution. Until that time the Church imposed their rules; however, with
the new changes and ideas they found themselves forced to change,
too. Sexual discipline relaxed, and boys could love each other without much
interference, whenever they proceeded privately and without harming
Church's prestige. Since then, this school always had been very tolerant
with such conducts. They knew this type of conduct was transient in the
majority of boys. Nevertheless, this new situation is happening since a
couple of years ago. I associate it with the strict moral imposed by the
fucking Irish priest and supported by his bosses. We wonder why the Head
master consents on it. He is a reputable hero and patriot; decorated with
the "Legion d'Honeur" that lost his wife and his fertility at the hands of
the Nazis. As you may know, these little boys are separated from their
families and it is normal they try to find some relationship with other
boys to replace the emptiness caused by their separation. It affects also
to older boys."
"I understand. It isn't strange you are so high considered in this
school; you are a real historian."
Francis and Jim spent most of the afternoon and the evening in their room,
petting, joking, and doing their home works for the next Monday. When
finished, they sat on the large sofa; Francis was lying on his back with
his head on Jim's lap. Jim gently started caressing the smooth of his
friend's face, then bent and caressed him tenderly on his hair. Francis
sighed happily, took Jim's hand and placed a kiss on his palm.
"Francis, you know near everything about me and my family, however
you have never told me anything about yours; only you made a light
reference to your mom when you were sad."
"It is a little sad, however you must know about it, eventually you
will meet them; therefore, I should have said something about. Let me show
you something." He got up and went to his cabinet, extracting an album with
some photos. Jim browsed the pages slowly stopping on one of the photos.
"Who is she?"
"My mom when she was young; those babies are my sister and myself."
"You were already a beautiful child; however you are more beautiful
now than then." For an answer, Francis grinned to his lover.
"Thanks."
"Who are these elegant gentlemen?"
"They are my dad and Uncle Carl. They live as a couple; love each
other since they were of our age. I never saw two persons more united than
my dad and Uncle Carl. I can tell you they have been our mom and dad, in
spite of being both men. Uncle Carl is one of the best lawyers of France;
he is specialized on economic matters; he always rejects cases related to
crimes. Since we are in boarding schools, he travels, attends to the
University in Paris for conferences. Dad is also a good lawyer, he helps at
home Uncle Carl, but he never goes away, he has a lot of business in hotels
and restaurants."
"They are rich men. Aren't they?"
"I suppose. I never asked anything regarding their business. Uncle
Carl had not close family, so he has been our mom since we were five. I
love him a lot; I always find him when I have a need; he never disappointed
or failed us.
"If they are together since were at the University, how happen you
and your sister were born? Then pointing to one of the picture Jim added:
"Is this young girl your sister?"
"Yes, she is."
"She is fucking beautiful. Oh! Sorry for the word Francis, but she
must be a lovely girl." Francis smiled with pride.
"Yes, she is even more beautiful than looks on the picture. I love
her with all my heart. We are very united, though she's the stronger
part."
"Francis, if I make any stupid question, please ignore it."
"Your questions to me will never be ignored. You have been honest to
me, besides I like you too much to do it." He continued: "My grand dad had
a large fortune; he knew my dad had no intention to marry a girl, so he
said that if he had not a grandchild he would leave his fortune for
charity. They did not mind, because were more than capable to live without
my granddad's money, but hated the Church might receive their
fortune. Uncle Carl and dad studied the problem and decided to face it, so
Uncle Carl was commissioned to look for a bride for my dad. They were
young and that seemed more a play than a serious matter for them. Uncle
Carl knew many institutions with orphan girls, especially one that he had
defended; it was run by nuns. He paid a visit to the orphanage and
explained his problem to Mother Jessica, the nuns' boss; she understood and
kept the secret." Francis then made a pause trying to remember every detail
that Uncle Carl had explained to his sister and himself. Then he continued.
"He interviewed candidate girls between 17 and 20 y/o; telling them
he was looking for young ladies for future models; it is very common in
this country. He met my mother and after the meeting, he was impressed with
her beauty and way of thinking. He could have decided in that moment,
however, he met my dad and then both took her for a lunch and explained to
her their plans."
"What were the plans, Francis?" Jim asked.
"They explained her she would marry my dad and have a child with
him. She then would be Mrs. Lambert with all prerogatives and money she
needed, only under the condition of not producing any scandal that would
undermine my dad's prestige. She was a clever girl, and knew was young and
could have anything she had missed in her life, so she accepted. She
thought, eventually could divorce him if things were not as she had
planned. They got married and to my granddad's surprise, ten months later,
my sister and I were born."
"She also was a Normand, as blond as my dad and the ninety per cent
of the people in Normandy. From time to time, she travelled and made her
own life, however, most of the time she stayed at home with us. I scarcely
can remember her. Suddenly, when we were five she left us. She asked for a
divorce to dad and he immediately granted it to her without any mess. He
thanked her for her help, advising she should call him or send a message if
she were in need of money or help. Also that she could come to see us as
much as she wanted, even to take us for holidays, if she liked it. However,
he clearly stated her that we were her children as much as his; and his
house was open to receive her as Mrs. Lambert any time she wanted."
"Apparently your dad acted as a gentleman. Have you heard about her,
Francis?"
"Let me continue, Jim." Francis was sad again but seemed he needed
to open his heart to him. Jim caressed his friend with all the tenderness
he could muster.
"Francis, please; you don't need to go ahead, maybe sometime?" The
blond boy looked at Jim and caressed him back. He then continued.
"Dad always told us the truth. She was young and honest and needed
to live her life; he never censored her; on contrary, dad and Uncle Carl
tried that we kept a good memory of her. I never saw her again until three
years ago. We received a message from a judicial authority in Los Angeles,
telling my dad that a lady named Mrs. Margarita Lambert had died in a road
crash. He kindly pleaded my dad to travel to USA to recognize the corpse
and to take the necessary steps to return it to France, if he wanted. Dad
answered that her family would travel to US as soon as we got the related
visas. A few days later we flew to there."
"Francis, you don't need to continue if that makes you feel sad."
Jim insisted.
"Well, I like to tell you this, it seems as if I get a relief
telling you; I never told this story to anyone else before." Jim took
Francis in his arms and hugged him softly as to give him the strength he
needed to continue.
"We flew directly from Paris to Los Angeles. It is a long way and we
arrived very tired. My sister and I remained in the hotel sleeping,
because the time and food were different and we felt bad. My dad went to
see the Judge and the French Consul; they placed a policeman to accompany
him for everything he might need, though my dad speaks English fluently. He
recognized the corpse in the morgue and arranged the funeral within a
catholic church that the Consul recommended. Two days later, it was a
Saturday of July, we assisted to a mass; we had the Holy Communion in her
behalf and before she was put into the grave, they opened the coffin and we
saw her. She looked beautiful but very white. I didn't recognize her. I
don't know why, but my sister and I started to sob; my dad kept us beside
him."
"There were a lot of large and luxury cars and many people dressed y black
that we did not know; they kissed us on the cheeks and shook my dad's
hand. When we were almost finished and ready to return to the hotel, an
elegant tall man approached dad; apparently, he was as affected as my dad
was. He introduced himself as Patrick McLain, a lawyer; and he told dad
that he had been a close friend of our mother. He invited us to take
something in a restaurant; dad rejected it, but he did not want to look
impolite:
"Sorry Mr. McLain, my children do not feel well after this long
journey; however we'll accept refreshment; today is a rather hot day." He
took us to an elegant place where we asked for an orange juice, and sat in
a corner of a lovely place surrounded by gardens. Then my dad asked him.
"Did you know her well?"
"Yes, I did."
"In that case, please, I would like to know whether she had left
debts or anything. I had planned to see the Judge in order the Police can
investigate anything related to her. She was my wife and mother of my
children and I want her name clean of any thing." I could observe how
Mr. McLain sighed. He kept silence for near one minute, and then he said:
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"Mr. Lambert, you are a lawyer and so do I; however before you do
anything I must tell you something. I know you and your family very
well. Please, before I continued I would like to apology for what I did;
however, you may understand my position." He paused in silence for a few
moments, probably expecting my dad would argue, but he said nothing. He
continued: "I knew Margarita seven years ago in the South of France. I saw
her lonely, to make it short, I fell in love with her. Our encounters
progressed and we shared the bed many times; however, I must say she always
seemed absent when we made love. Some months later, she told me she would
join me in my voyage back to US, so we met in Southampton onboard of the
Queen Mary. She had spent some time saying goodbye to someone in the
North. I knew she had been married, but I ignored she had children."
Francis sighed and added.
"As I have told you Jim, I almost could not remember her; only as in
a cloud I saw her hugging and kissing my sister and me. However, my sister
could remember those moments clearly; she guessed what my mother was doing
and did not drop a single tear. She hated mom for many years. In those
moments my mother was four months pregnant. I'll continue what Patrick was
telling us."
"We spent lovely days until we arrived to Baltimore where we
disembarked. A few days later she settled down in a lovely flat in Los
Angeles. I introduced her in our society and she was welcomed in it. After
a happy week I found out she was pregnant. I informed my family that I
wanted to marry her. I made a discreet investigation about her family, of
course including you. My family frontally opposed to my marriage,
Margarita found out and quietly and without much fuss, as an educated
person she was, bluntly told me she would never marry me under any
circumstance. She argued she did need neither my money nor my family. She
was very proud to be named Mrs. Lambert. In fact, I acted as a coward
because she was expecting my son and I did not insist on it. At least, I
got from her to live in my house and work in my office, I wanted that baby
to grow within my family, hoping the view of him my family would change
their mind, but they did not."
"Jim, last year we knew more about those days thru Maria, her maid
in Patrick's house. They became close friends. She was her confident,
spending many hours together alone, while Patrick was at work or travelling
on business. My dad recognized Maria within a group of Americans visiting
Paris last summer, though she explained had the intention to find my dad.
She told dad and Uncle Carl more or less as it follows:"
""Margarita was the greatest woman I ever knew. In such a way she had
deceived Mr. McLain because she was a month advanced in her pregnancy than
she had told him; however, she was that kind of woman that it is difficult
to know by her womb; I have a sister with the same body structure. She came
to US, not because she dearly loved Mr. McLain, but because she wanted to
be faithful to her promise of not hurting you with a scandal. She told me
if she had been one hundred per cent sure that her baby would have been
blond she would have gone to Normandy, but she feared not. We prepared
everything for the baby and during a trip to Florida of Mr. McLain she had
a lovely boy baby. The next day was Friday and the Register Officer came. I
can repeat you the conversation because I was sat attending her; but in
short, she explained to the officer she was spending sometime in US and
that her husband was in France:
"My husband is a well known lawyer, you can ask about him in the
French consulate."
"The officer answered that her task was to register babies and not others
business. In view of her passport she asked the name: she clearly said: "He
is Charles Joseph Lambert, for his father and grandfather." The officer say
nothing, she filled and signed a sheet, with the MD and I as witnesses, and
gave her a copy. "You can obtain an original within a week at Central
Register Office." She said leaving the room. A few hours later Mr. McLain
arrived, he was glad she was well, but I personally observed he was a
little bit disappointed because the baby was blond. I picked the original
the following week, and she went to the French Consulate and inscribed the
baby, to be registered at Cherbourg Office in Normandy."" Jim then said:
"She clearly was determined to protect her son against that stupid
family, preventing they could force him to change his name arguing about
his real father."
"Probably you are right." Francis added. He did not want to add that
his family was ten times wealthier than Charlie's father. "Let me continue
with what Patrick McLain was explaining."
"As he grew, the boy conquered the heart of the rest of my
family. Last Christmas, my father personally came home and asked Margarita
for her forgiveness; he said he would do anything she asked them to obtain
her pardon. As you well know, she had a sweet great heart. She forgave my
family and with joy we programmed our wedding for this month. She said she
wanted to go to France to see you and her children to obtain your consent."
"Why? She did not need our consent, at least mine. She had a
document by which she could divorce me any moment."
"I'm sure that if you would have changed your? relationship she
would have been very happy to rejoin you, she loved you."
"I clearly told her that I could not love her, at least in the way
she liked, and you know why."
"I insisted on it; however I respected her too much. In fact she had
already applied for flying tickets to go to France, since her children
would have been at home on summer holidays."
"Why didn't she come to see her children? I told her she could come
to see them any time; furthermore, she could take them on holidays. The
only restriction was not to travel out of France with them without us
knowing it."
"I'm afraid, Mr. Lambert I can't answer your question."
"Please, call me Charles, will you?"
"Thanks. Please call me Patrick.
"Patrick, if I am not wrong, she was Mrs. Lambert when that boy was
born, and since you did not get married, apparently the boy is my son
rather than yours."
"That's correct, Charles. My son is your son, and legally I have not
any right on him. Bluntly, he should join his brother and sister and I
would not be able to do anything to keep him. We know the Law and it is a
silly thing to discuss otherwise."
"Patrick, you are being too honest and acting as a father would;
therefore we must seek the best solution; however with the only aim of the
boy's happiness. I know it is cruel, but I don't care a dime for your dad's
feelings or anybody else, if that goes against the boy's future life and
happiness."
"I'm sure, Charles, those would be the words of any Judge in this
country, therefore I must leave it to your conscience. Eventually I would
fight as a father; however I know I'm in the weak side."
"Patrick, before we reach to any conclusion, can we see the boy? In
any case, he has one sister and one brother and he should know them. Does
he know that his mother has died?"
"No yet, I have neither the strength nor the moment to tell
him. Still I'm not brave enough to tell him; even I don't know how to
proceed." My dad looked to that man that was going thru the worst time of
his life."
"Can we go now?" My dad asked.
"Yes; I want to get over of these moments as soon as possible." Then
my dad told us.
"Fran‡oise, Margarita; I know you are tired, but we have found a
little brother of yours and we must see him. Please don't ever forget he is
your brother. Let's go Patrick." The man paid the bill, went out and
motioned a man in uniform; he immediately came with a large luxury car that
took us to a residential area in the outskirt of Los Angeles. It was an old
Victorian house that had been restored; big but not bigger than ours in
Normandy; it did not surprise us. We entered in the house and soon came a
maid; she was visible affected since I could see her red eyes, probably she
had been crying.
"Maria, where's Charlie?"
"He's in the back garden playing with his neighbour friend; he is
leaving just now."
"Please, call him. Tell we are here." About one minute later we
heard the yields of a little boy running.
"Dad, dad you have come back! As he approached I saw a beautiful
blonde boy dressed in long trousers, I can tell you Jim, he was my
duplicate when I was five; same hair, same round face. He was a truly
Norman boy. As it is traditional in France, I was wearing shorts trousers
to my half thigh; however in US all boys wear long pants; mostly jeans. He
was surprised to see us, so he stopped in the middle of the large room
staring at us carefully, and before his dad could say anything, he turned
into French exclaiming: "Margarita, Fran‡oise, vous est ici!!!" He
jumped on my lap and started kissing us."
"Oh! It is you, my brother Fran‡oise. Mom will be very, very happy to
see you." I could not resist his expressions and I hugged him to my chest
very tight as if had know him since he was born. "I love you", I muttered
on his ear. He then left me and went to Margarita lap and did the same. He
separated from her saying: "You are prettier than in the pictures." We all
looked at each other amazed, then his dad asked him.
"Charlie, do you have pictures of your brother and sister?"
"Yes, I do. Mom showed me. They are dressed in lovely Holy Communion
clothing. When I make mine I want to be dressed liked my big
brother. Would you do that, dad? Mom told me she would." Then looking at me
said: "Fran‡oise, you look a little bit sad, isn't you happy to see me?
Wait mom comes; she's always talking about you and Margarita; and had
promised to take me to France this summer to see you." For an answer I
extended my arms and hugged him again. I felt tears coming to my
eyes. Margarita then said:
"Charlie, can we go to your room? I suppose you want to show us all
your toys." His little face beamed and said:
"Yes, come on, let's go upstairs, sister." Patrick wanted to say
something to my little brother, however my dad stopped him.
"Patrick, leave the children to do their job, they understand each
other better than we do. I know my children and, as per what I have seen,
Charlie is not different. I never thought he resembled so much to his
brother."
"That's something against me. He is a truly Norman rather than a
Gaelic." We rushed upstairs into my little brother's room. Scattered of
toys and tale books, he then happily said:
"Fran‡oise, mom will be very happy when she sees us
together. Will you stay here and go with me to the school? I'll show my
friend I have a big bro, he did not believe me when the older ones teased
me." I gazed at Margarita as he continued, she then said:
"Charlie, you said mom showed you our pictures?" For an answer, he
stood and went to a large wardrobe, rummaged and came with a large
photo-album. In the first page was that picture I have shown you and other
with her and Charlie with the same age. He proudly pointed out the next
page where Margarita and I were dressed in our first holy communion. In the
following pages we saw pictures of our every birthday; except the last one
when we were ten. I didn't feel anything for my mother; she had deserted us
as she had done now with my little brother. Tears came to my eyes, but not
for her, but for the little cherub that was on my lap. I looked to
Margarita and we promised ourselves to look after him. I heard his pitchy
voice.
"She told me we would go to France." He then with a little pout on
his lips continued: "She had promised to take me with her to France to
fetch you, and now I think she went alone leaving me here. You have come
here and it is near two weeks that I have not seen her. Did you meet her?"
Margarita is emotionally stronger than I am; she motioned him to sit near
her and he did on her lap.
"Charlie, she didn't fail you, she never went to France." Charlie
got sad:
"If she has not gone to France, where is she? Did you see her?"
"Yes, we did." Margarita could not stop a couple of tears coming
down her lovely cheeks. "But she'll never come back again." Charlie guessed
something because he got very serious.
"Why isn't she coming? She is my mom and I have been a good boy
lately." We hugged our little brother as he placed an arm round my left
shoulder and the other one of Margarita's. He watched tears in my eyes and
started to sob quietly. Then he asked: "Fran‡oise, why mom isn't coming?
Doesn't she love us anymore?" I tenderly separated him from my chest, and
staring into his beautiful blue eyes I said:
"Charlie, you must be brave. She loves us a lot, but she's gone to
the "Ciel" with little Jesus Christ."
"But Maria says that only good boys go to the Heaven when they die."
Margarita and I hugged him tenderly.
"Charlie, she is dead, she died in a road accident and his soul flew
to the Heaven to look after us; that's why she could not come." He started
to sob and hugged us very tight in a bunch; his little body squirmed with
his cries. After sometime, he said:
"Now, now? I'm alone, an orphan, as my friend Jones is." Margarita
caressed his silky hair and said:
"No little brother, you are neither alone nor an orphan. You have
us, we are brothers, we have lost mom but still we have our dads."
"But, but you will leave for France and I will be alone again."
"Perhaps you could come with us to France. We have a beautiful large
house near the seaside, and horses, and many things to enjoy. We can play
together and be together."
"I would love that, and I would not feel alone if I'm with you. But
I love my dad, he'll also be sad if I leave him alone. Perhaps you and
Margarita can stay here with me, and then I would be very happy." His face
beamed with his solution.
"But, what's about our dad?" Margarita said. "We also love him."
"You are right, what can we do, then?"
"I'll tell you what we can do." I said. We can now spend a week of
our summer holidays with you, then you come with us and you would stay as
much time as you like in France. From now on, one year we will come to
spend our holidays with you and the next you would go to France with us."
His beautiful eyes sparked in delight.
"Would you do that for me, big bro?"
"I'll do that as my name is Fran‡oise Lambert." He, with pride
said:
"I agreed with you, as my name is Charles Joseph Lambert." In a
bunch we hugged and kissed that beautiful cherub. Then Margarita added:
"Let's say it to our dads."
That was a fair solution; we stayed in his home as Patrick's guests, until
all passports were ready, then Patrick and Charlie came to France and they
spent three weeks with us. We ended being real brothers. He returned again
in Christmas and we enjoyed a lot together. We love him very much. Since
then, alternatively we go to US one year and he comes next to France. These
Christmas he will come home again; now he is nine going to ten."
"It is a sad but a wonderful story of fraternal love. But still I
don't understand why his dad consented on leaving his son with other
surname, rather than his."
"My dad and Uncle Carl are the most wonderful persons you can
imagine, thus totally unselfish. Above all, and right from the beginning,
they wanted Charlie's and our happiness. Therefore that was a concession
from our part. He had not the minimum opportunity since there was not any
evidence he could prove Charlie was his son. Our photos along with one of
Charlie and my mother's were shown to the Judge. Moreover, my mother had
not applied for her divorce, though she had my dad's confirmation; besides
she had kept our names and photos in her passport. The US judicial
authorities did no accept any argument; they sentenced that the only place
for Charlie was together with his family, his sister and
brother. Astonished, after my dad and Patrick pleading, the Judge
reluctantly changed his sentence: Since the boy is a US citizen, and his
family consents on it, Charlie could continue with his name until he is
eighteen, under Patrick's custody as his tutor, not as his father; once he
is over this age, he would decide by himself whether he would want to
continued with his surname or change into his physical father's, in that
case he must adopt him. Nevertheless, he clearly pointed out and warned
Patrick, that in the event of him getting married, a minimum complaint from
Charlie or my dad, related to the boy being rejected by Patrick or his
wife, would cause the removal of his custody after an investigation. With
this, he prevented Charlie being abused by a future stepmother.
Fortunately, as far as we know, it has not been necessary. Patrick got
married a year later and he has a couple of twin's girls; apparently
Charlie loves them."
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Sunday came and after breakfast, they prepared to go to church to assist to
the mass, as it is seemed obliged for all students remaining in the
school. Jim hated that but he wanted to please his lover, and besides, they
had planned to meet Mike and Paul in there. As soon as they entered and sat
down, Mike approached and sat near Jim, and Paul near Francis. The little
boy gazed at Jim in complicity and he made a light motion pointing out to a
boy that was on the other bench with his head on his chest, they could see
some tears dribbling on his smooth cheeks; he was sobbing in silence and
from time to time he glanced to other boy sat in the same place but a bench
further. They observed how the sobbing boy very carefully extended his hand
and touched the other boy, trying no one could see him. Mike, in a low
whisper said to Jim:
"This is Christian; that is Noah." The mass went over and as they
were returning to the dorm, Mike and Paul ran and got the other two boys
together in a group, so that Jim and Francis could clearly see them. They
greeted them as occasionally and continued to their room.
"I'm really worried for these two little angels, Francis; it is more
than cruel to keep them separated. Why have they to be punished? Because
they love each other! It is an injustice. We must do something and
quick. Look Francis, this is my plan." Jim exposed Francis the plan; it was
well cared, however it was dangerous.
"Jim, it is a good plan, however, if it fails we may see ourselves
into a serious problem."
"I don't think so; though we must be prepared for that
event. There's not any connection between these boys and ourselves, and we
must keep this distance. Let's me prepare it in details; after tomorrow
we'll secretly meet them."
"How would you do that?"
"Jean Claude told me we need to put some order in the basement's
store, if he mentions it tomorrow, we can ask for some help within the
younger boys, if necessary we can suggest him these two boys; though the
best would be he agrees us to ask to any of them; then I'll take the chance
to meet the boys in there." Francis took Jim's hand and pressed it.
"I must forcedly love you, Jim. You are risking your own career only
to help two unfortunate boys."
"May I remind you that you are more implicated than me, my dear
blond?" Francis smiled in complicity.
Sunday passed with the normal quietness. In the evening Jim was sat down on
his desk writing his weekly letter to his family; Francis approached from
behind, extended his arms round his friend and hugged him hard. Jim
extended his arms and grabbed him to his lap, his left arm round his back
and the right on his thighs; slipping his right hand into Francis'
crotch. They usually did not wear underwear on Sunday, only their
tracksuits. When they broke their union Francis said:
"We better finish our home works and do something, I'm terribly hard
and you more or less the same."
"Yes, you are right, "Mon petit Coeur."
"What are you telling to your family?"
"Do you want to read it?"
"Of course, not."
"I'm telling them that I have passed the most wonderful week of my
life. Since I found out that you loved me, my life is entirely new."
Francis smiled sweetly and hugged Jim again.
"Jim, to have known you is the best thing that has happened to me in
my life; up to now I was a rich sad boy. You would never know how I envied
those children playing soccer in the streets when they embraced happily and
free of any obsession regarding their life. Money probably facilitates
life, but believe me, it doesn't give the happiness that people think
about.
"Probably you are right. But I have known many boys and girls that
could not eat bread because their parents have not any money to buy it, so
it is difficult to separate money from happiness."
"Yes, you are right, too. It is very easy to think as I do when I
have all what I wish. I know there are many persons in the world that have
nothing to eat and die from hunger. Many times I have thought if there is a
God why he does permit it and there is not more justice in the world."
"Perhaps we are selfish Francis, but I prefer not to talk about this
problem; we are only young boys and unfortunately we can do very little to
remedy the world."
"It is time for me to talk with dad and Uncle Carl." Saying this, he
jabbed Jim and left the room. In a few minutes, he was in the telephone box
talking with his family.
"Hullo Fran‡oise! How are you?
"Hi, Uncle Carl, where's dad?
"He will be in a minute on the phone; I did not want you to wait;
besides I was anxious to know about your feelings." Francis sighed.
"Oh Uncle Carl! I'm the happiest boy of the world! This week has
been the best of my life, as far as I can remember."
"Fran‡oise, you are surprising me! Is he so good to you? How did
it happen?" Francis told them all about, his fight and the posterior mutual
love declaration.
"Dad, he's so good and honest? I love him and what it is more
important, he loves me."
"Are you so sure, Fran‡oise? Our friend, the Principal called me
yesterday regarding your qualifications; well? we are so proud of you. I
asked regarding Jim and he told me it is amazing how a boy could have
settle down so quickly in a short time. You have never fought before
anyone. I'm astonished!"
"I was too, especially after the fight; but in that moment I felt so
strong and brave, with him punching that big boy, I dared with the other
two. It was great!"
"My God, I can't believe it! Does he love you, my son?"
"Beyond any doubt, Uncle Carl; I would like you knew him. He is so
honest, so trustful?"
"Fran‡oise, you are a good boy and better a hearted one, does he
deserve you?"
"Dad, believe me, you should say: do I deserve him? He is one of the
cleverest boy in the school, number one in maths in my class and probably
in the school. Add to this he is handsome and honest and you get the
perfect picture."
"I suppose he has negative things, as everybody else."
"Yes he has. He is a poor boy; a street boy sponsored by a rich man;
and very proud of himself."
"Those are not so negative, if we are sincere."
"I know Uncle Carl; but he is like that. There is only one problem
dad."
"What is it, my son?"
"Well as you can imagine we are young and?" His uncle Carl
interrupted him.
"You don't need to go further. We know the restrictions imposed
since a couple of years ago in that stupid school; I had to decide I would
have taken you to a different one, however that institution has the highest
prestige in France."
"Dad, we would like to spend a weekend out of here together. Can any
of you come here and pick us up? We cannot leave the school, unless the
director had a written confirmation from you."
"We know it son, uncle Carl has to travel to Toulouse for a judicial
problem that cannot be postponed. In what myself I'm very busy, however
I'll try it. In fact, if I'm right, what you both want is to be together
and free from any of your teachers. I understand it and rely upon you. I'll
tell you what we can do. I'll prepare everything in order you both can
travel in the bus to Paris next Friday; and to meet you at one of our
hotels."
"That would be great. Dad, can we meet at the Champs Elysees Hotel?
I would like to meet Mr. Jenkins; he had been always so kind to my sister
and me?"
"Of course you can. I'll talk Mr. Jenkins. Normally weekends are
very quiet in this time of the year, I'll instruct him all about. If you
don't hear from us you go directly there next Friday evening."
"Thanks to both of you; I'm sure you will like him. Sorry dad, but
we love each other."
"I know son." They continued talking about this subject and many
others for near an hour. They sent mutually kisses and hugs and hanged up
the phones. When Francis finished, returned to their room full of joy. Jim
had ended his letter and was signing it. He heard the door open and looked
at his loved friend. Fran‡oise jumped in happiness and hugged his friend
from behind. "I like you, beautiful Latin. You must get ready; we are
having a short weekend in Paris next Friday." Jim looked surprised but
happy. "Jim, everything is ready, we'll stay at the Champs Elysees
Hotel. I'll show you Paris, I'm sure you'll love it, it is a great and
beautiful city."
"I don't need any beauty, except you, Francis. Whenever you are with
me everything will be great, even if Paris is an ugly place it will look
radiant, if you are near me." Francis could not help and kissed his lover
tenderly on the cheeks.
"Jim, why are you so lovely? They hugged tenderly. "We'll depart as
soon as classes end on Friday in the bus, and have dinner there. You'll
meet Mr. Jenkins; he's the kindest person I ever met. He knows me since I
was a little child. He is English; however, is in love with Paris.
"You look happy Francis, and that makes me feel wonderful." Jim
reached him and nibbled his right ear. "I would love to be alone with you,
but that costs a lot of money and you know I have nothing."
"Please Jim, I told you I have that money, besides we'll stay in a
lovely hotel where we have to pay nothing, it belongs to Uncle Carl's
company and he owes me a lot of money."
"He owes you money? I can't understand it." Francis stood and went
to his desk, then extracted his little photo album. He showed him a picture
of his uncle Carl and of his sister Margarita.
"What do you think about Uncle Carl and Margarita dresses?"
"Well, he is very elegant and his dress must be from a high standard
fashion-designer. On respect of your sister, well I can imagine she must
have all boys round her. She is impressive beautiful and wore also a lovely
and expensive dress."
"You are right in what the cost is expensive, but they paid nothing,
because I have designed both of them."
"You?" Jim was dumbfounded; Francis grinned.
"Yes, me. You are very good on cooking. Why can't I be good
designing?"
"I know you are able of that and much more, but you are not a
fashion maker."
"Well, I do the designs and the fashion-designer modifies them, if
he thinks it is necessary, and sells to his customers without paying me
anything. He charges to my dad for my sister dresses, but nothing to Uncle
Carl." Jim laughed moving his head from side to side.
"My God, you are a box of surprises." He stood up and ruffled
Francis' hair. "I like you my young Norman. It is near time for bed and
tonight we must sleep separately." Francis opened his beautiful eyes saying
jokingly:
"Why? You know I'm very scared and I can't sleep alone."
"Because night check will take place round 3:00 a.m. and that isn't
time to be awoken; however I'll satiate you needs before we drift to
sleep." With that, Jim locked the door and grabbed Francis to the carpeted
floor. They wrestled and soon their cocks were hard as rocks; undressed and
started their love making as every night since they declared their mutual
love. After three lovely orgasms, they showered together, kissed good
nights and went under the covers on their respective beds.
Monday was a key day, according to the scheme they had prepared. Jim knew
the swimming store was a mess, so that afternoon when they were in the
pool, he said to the coach:
"Jean Claude, the store is a muddle; it needs a little work to put
some order in it."
"You are absolutely right, Jim. As you well know yesterday we had
that visit and the boys who came were not regarded as neat, they left that
mess. Since you do not have an especial interest on today's training, could
you, please, take a couple of those beginners and arrange that?"
"Of course coach, I'll do it just now."
"Thanks man, you are always so helpful..."
"You deserve it." Jim glanced to Francis that was swimming near the
border expecting his signal; the same were two young boys. He then, showing
as casual, said to them. "Please little lads, you and you, come with me to
the basement. First dry yourselves and follow me." The two younger boys
jumped from the swimming pool and a couple of minutes later they were dried
and with their sport shoes on. The three boys left to the basement without
saying a single word; however, as soon as they were in the long passage
under the pool, Jim could observe they were hand in hand and staring at
each other. They stopped in front of an iron door, Jim opened it and all
entered, locking it again behind; then he said to the couple: "Now little
guys we have not much time left; on the bottom there is mattress, do
whatever you want while I arrange this mess. The two 11 y/o boys got red,
but one of them less shy took the other in his arms and kissed him tenderly
on the lips, the other boy deeply blushed but he did nothing to prevent
being kissed. They separated and ran to the bottom of the room and started
caressing each other.
"I have missed you a lot Christian."
"Me too, Noah; I can live without your caresses." Their lovely dicks
were tenting their swimsuits and their hands reached their crotches,
massaging each other's dick. Soon they released from their single clothes
and got naked, lay on the mattress and started grinding their dicks. Jim
could not avoid hearing the sound and moans produced by the two little boys
as they expressed their mutual love so long restrained. He approached them,
watched how they were rubbing each other dicks, and at the same time, their
lips locked; however it was obvious they were not using their tongues. Jim
dick was not hard, he them touched the boy who was on top, the boy reacted
scared looking at him.
"It seems you love each other a lot." Noah, the prettier of them and
less shy said:
"Yes Jim, we love a lot each other, we had never being separated for
so long and we needed this."
"I see? but I think you don't kiss properly. Let me show you, if you
don't mind."
"Please," Noah said. Jim took the cute boy in his arms and placed
his lips on his, after rubbing them he pushed his tongue, the boy was a
little reluctant but finally he opened his mouth and their tongues
met. Christian noticed how his friend dick's jerked to his stomach and was
harder the ever before. Jim was tenting his swimsuit, so the boy decided to
help him by dragging his cloth to his knees, freeing his large dick. He
took in his hand Jim's cock and started jacking him off slowly, Jim thought
to stop the little boy but he was immersed in a great pleasure; he at the
same time, was jerking Noah hard little dick with his palm against his
belly. Soon he noticed the boy in his arms how he got rigid and moaned in
pleasure; he assumed the boy had reached the climax of his first dry orgasm
of that morning. He separated him tenderly and Christian stopped
masturbating him.
"How was it Noah?" Christian asked.
"Fantastic, Christian. Please Jim, show him the same as me. The
other boy blushed, however he soon found himself in the arms of the big boy
and their tongues exploring each other mouths. They kissed passionately as
Noah resumed Jim's dick jerking. Christian excited as he had seen his
friend, he too, soon got rigid; his hard dick poking against Jim balls as
he reached his dry orgasm with a loud moan. Jim pushed the little boy body
against him as he also moaned in pleasure. Noah felt the large dick was
near to start spurting, so he pointed it straight to the floor. He was
tempted to put it into his mouth, however Jim had demonstrated to be his
friend and perhaps he might not like it. Jim shot his load; the first shot
landed a metre far and other near his feet and on Noah fist. He then
reached Noah and kissed him on the lips.
"Please, bring that dirty towel; I'll clean my mess while you
continue your exercises." Both boys grinned and soon they were on the
mattress kissing passionately, but this time their tongues mixed, exploring
each other's mouth. Jim continued his task; he heard the moans and gasps
from the two young boys as he could observe now they were in a 69 position
sucking eagerly each other. He felt again how his dick got hard; however,
he turned his head and concentrated on his task. Some minutes later the
boys approached and both, at the same time, hugged him on the waist. Jim
caressed their heads and could see the beauty of Noah and the sweet and
sparking eyes of the shy Christian.
"Thanks Jim for this lovely time. We would like to be on the
mattress for a whole day, but we realise we have come to do a job and that
need to be done." Noah said. Jim ruffled their hair again saying:
"If we succed, you will have all time you may need, once you have
done your homework, of course."
"Of course." Both lads repeated smiling. They went to the mattress,
put on their swimsuits and sat down, and then Jim said:
"Boys, this is a very serious matter, and before I go ahead
explaining you what we have planned, I need you to swear that nothing of
what we talk here will be released to anyone; we face being expelled from
this school if someone out of our gang knows it." Noah very serious said:
"Apparently I'm catholic and behave as such, but Christian knows I'm
half a Jew, so I can swear by the Sacred Torah that my lips will be
sealed."
"Do you want me to swear on the Bible? I'm ready to do it, if
necessary," Christian added.
"No, it isn't necessary, only I want you to know that this is a
grave matter and I gain nothing in it. We want you and some other boys to
be happy enjoying your lives together, as used to be in this school; not
separated."
"Thank you very much," Christian said with a blur on his eyes,
pressing Noah hand. We love each other and we want to be together as we
were until we came to this fucking school." Jim grinning said:
"Mind your mouth, little one. Okay, now listen to me
carefully. Look, this school has been very tolerant during the past five
hundred years. Many of its students have been ministers, princes and even
head of government. The love between boys was tolerated whenever it was
restricted to their rooms, however this rule practiced during near five
hundred years was broken two years ago with the arrival of this priest;
therefore, our aim will be to remove him and his policy from this
institution." The little boys stared at each other amazed. Noah then said:
"How can we, poor boys, do that?"
"We aren't as poor as you said, at least you; we are clever and we
have developed a plan. We need two things, a pretty boy and good actor. Who
of you is the best performer? Christian chuckled and immediately answered:
"Noah is the best, even he can cry. You can't believe how good he
did last year in our previous school; he received an offer from a
filmmaker, however his dad rejected it."
"Is that true, Noah?" Jim asked.
"Yes it is, but perhaps I'm not as good as he believes. He always
exaggerates about me because he likes me."
"You are a liar." Christian angrily argued.
"Okay, Noah, you will carry out the most important roll of your life,
I'm sure you'll do it perfect."
Chapter 13
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The little boy grinned as Jim continued and Christian kissed his cheek with
love: "I'll explain you later. You Christian; next Monday, once we finish
swimming and have dinner, will go into the chapel and hide behind the
provisional confessional tab; it must appear as you are praying. If someone
asks, you must say that you are shy and don't want anybody watching you
praying. The priest will lock from inside the main door entering in the
sacristy, most likely together with Noah; once they enter in there, you'll
proceed to open the door and make a signal to Fran‡oise that will be
outside waiting for you to open. Once in there, you'll accompany him.
"How will I know that Noah is there?"
"Noah, during the swimming you must clearly show us: your palms open
followed by a deep dive showing you are going on. If you think we must
postpone our action; make a "t" with your hand and deep, that will mean
postponed for the following day; and finally, your fist clenched and twice
deep will mean everything is ok and we must proceed as agreed. With that,
nobody will suspect on any of us, as they cannot see us together or
talking. Is it clear?"
"Yes." The young boys answered at unison.
"Now Christian, you can return to the pool, I cannot say you just
now how we'll carry on; later on, Noah will explain it to you in your bed
and in your own room." They smiled and did not ask for any
question. Christian then said:
"Jim I won't make any question, I'm sure we will succeed. Can we? ?"
Jim grinned.
"Yes, but be quick." The little boys did not wait a second; they
dragged the swimsuit to their ankles and immediately started sucking their
dicks in a 69 position. Jim turned his head and went to finish his
work. Soon he heard the low moans, especially from Noah, as they reached
their mutual climax. Still with their dick erect they kissed tenderly and
Christian left. Jim then made a motion to Noah to sit near him; he was
still hard however he did not want to lose a single minute.
"Jim, do you want me to suck or jerk off your dick?" Jim stared at
him with a tender look, then ruffled his curly brown hair and said:
"I would like it a lot, Noah; but we have no time to lose. We may do
something all four together, if we succeed."
"I'm sure we will."
"Now Noah this is our plans." Jim explained him in detail what they
have discussed that would happen, depending on the interpretation of his
roll. When he finished, the boy seriously said:
"It is a lovely roll; however, you know I'm not catholic."
"I know that, but think that you are performing, and you are an
excellent actor." The boy grinned as he hugged Jim.
"I'll do it Jim. I'll do it." He said sternly.
"Jolly good. By the way, your dad is a newspaperman. Isn't he?"
"Yes; he's more than a newspaperman, he's director of the most
influent newspaper in the South of France. He own most of the shares of the
company which runs the paper."
"Excellent! I hope we don't need his help."
"Why? He loves Christian and me a lot, and would do anything for us."
"Don't think about that by now, Noah. I'm sure we won't need him; we
are more than able to carry out our own, it is supposed that this school
has the cleverest boys of Europe." They grinned, got up, and went to the
swimming pool, jumping into the water from one of the corners.
It was Monday and Noah decided to start representing his roll. After
dinner, the chapel was open to allow the students and teachers to
pray. There were two groups of benches separated by an aisle along the
church. Noah went in and sat down on a bench three rows to the bottom on
the right group, near the confessional box and the main gate. He appeared
sad; he kneeled down leaning his arms on the next bench; his hands as a
little praying angel. He did not move; yet thru the corner of his eyes he
was watching the priest. Soon the boys and teachers started leaving the
chapel; he remained moving his lips as if he was praying. He could observe
how the priest sat down on other bench on the left side of the aisle
watching him. Noah sighed and produced some tears that ran along his smooth
cheeks. The priest caught that, and after a few minutes, he decided to
approach that beautiful boy; however Noah was prepared; so as soon as he
noticed the priest moving, he stood up, signed and, before the clergyman
could approach, he left the church. He smiled to himself and thought: "Good
start."
Next day, Tuesday, Noah, dressed in a tracksuit, went in and sat on the
same bench; he could observe how the priest spotted him, and as soon as all
persons left, he sat near Noah. Noah was with his head bent to his chest,
apparently sobbing.
"Can I help you little boy?" The priest asked. Noah did not answer,
he moved his lovely head looking at the priest, and this could not help but
melting in love with the beautiful boy, his eyes watering. "Are you
homesick? Noah returned his head to its previous position.
"Oh no, I'm alright, father."
"Then, why are you crying?" He kept silence and then with a cracking
voice answered to the priest:
"Because, because I'm not a good boy. I? I have offended little
Jesus in spite him being so good to me."
"What did you do to offend God? He is our father and I'm sure He
will forgive you because you aren't as bad as you may believe."
"Are you sure father? I did mean things, and?"
"Please, little boy, I am your priest and His representative,
besides you are in his house, and anything that you do or say here He will
forgive you."
"But I didn't do bad things here, but at home with a friend of mine
and my cousin Marcel." The priest immediately knew what the boy feared
about; he extended his right arm over Noah shoulders and dragged him to his
side; his left hand was on the boy thighs rubbing them slowly.
"If you want, you can tell me now, either here or in the
confessional box, none will be released, and only God will know them."
"But will He forgive me?" Noah asked apparently in an innocent way.
"Of course, He will." Noah then rested his head on the priest's
right shoulder; the man could smell the boy scent thru his nostrils; it has
been more than two years he had not been so close to a boy, especially so
pretty as this one. His dick was hard, very hard. He knew he had to be very
careful; as he had always been.
"I? I? did sex things with my friend. We? we?" In view on the boy
doubts the priest encouraged him.
"You can trust on me, little soul." Noah again moved his head and
looked to the priest with his large brown blurred eyes.
"We lay on the bed and rubbed against each other until a nice
feeling came to? to? "
"Your penis." The priest asserted. The man had left the boy's thighs
and his left hand was now gripping his own hard cock, slowly jacking
himself off under his robe.
"Yes." The man now almost with his climax and stammering, asked the
boy."
"Do you want to confess and tell me everything?" Noah smiled to
himself.
"I'll do the day after tomorrow for the next Sunday's holy
communion. Now I feel much better and relieved. You are so good, father?
You have helped me a lot; I'm now more comforted." The priest moaned in
that moment as he reached his high point and started spurting his load into
himself. He thought it was safer not to push the boy and said:
"Come tomorrow and I will confess you, I'm sure you will feel a lot
better."
"Thanks father, but tomorrow I'm not able to come since I have
swimming, and now I have a lot of homework to do. I must go. Thanks again."
Noah stood and kissed the man's hand. The priest rubbed lightly the boy's
cheek and he felt how his dick was again hard. Noah sighed, smiled at the
priest, and as he was leaving the priest insisted:
"I'll be here, you can see me anytime." Noah looked at him with an
innocent glance and bent his head with respect, leaving the church. "You
bastard?" He thought. He went to the library to pick up a book, and as
agreed, he met Jim and Francis; in a couple of seconds he looked at them,
winked his eye and clenched his left fist; with that he was telling them
everything was going as planned.
On Wednesday, he went to swimming and he saw the priest watching all boys
in Speedos; Noah dove in a corner and rubbed his dick in order to get it
erected; then with his bulge, he went to jump into the water near where the
priest was watching the boys. Their eyes met for a fraction of second and
he smiled at him, no doubt, the man had fixed his eyes on that part of
Noah's body covered by the fabric. Suddenly the coach approached the
priest. He slowly but with determination said:
"This is not the time you can be here; if you want to swim you must
come properly dressed and when the boys end their practices; so please,
abandon these installations just now." The priest looked at the strong man
with hate.
"I am the priest and?" The coach did not allow him to continue.
"I don't care whether you are the priest or Jesus Christ; you must
leave or I'll push you out." The priest was red of anger, but he could do
nothing; in fact he was transgressing his authority. He argued:
"You are offending the Church." The coach smiled.
"That's up to you. Fortunately we leave in a free country and the
Inquisition disappeared long time ago." The priest started walking out
containing his rage. He looked back and saw Noah playing with his
friend. As the coach returned, after locking the door, he heard all boys
applauding him. He looked satisfied to his pupils. He knew most of boys in
the school supported him.
"Let's continue our task."
On Thursday Noah was wearing the school's uniform, as is traditional in
Europe, shoes, woollen socks to under the knee, shorts well over the knee,
and a pullover. The boys normally used long trousers after entering
puberty, in this school 13 y/o. He wore an old pairs that were even
shorter. He went to the chapel and kneeled in the usual bench, he bent his
head and motioned as he was praying. Only a few boys and a teacher were
present; soon they started leaving. Noah sat down exposing near all his
thighs to view. The priest approached and, as the previous days, he sat
down near him on his left side. Seeing the boy sadness he placed his right
arm round Noah's shoulders and asked:
"Why are you so sad, my boy?"
"I? I? I am still ashamed, father. I only feel good when I'm here in
the church with you." The priest watched those beautiful white thighs and
could not help but put his left hand on them and started rubbing softly
from the knee up. Noah noticed how the priest could not stop silent moans;
he closed his eyes, his dick started to grow as he imagined his lovely
friend Christian's hand was approaching to his dick, as many times they had
done.
"Why, my son?" He woke as he heard the priest' words. Noah made an
innocent pout.
"Because when I leave I start remembering what my friend and my
cousin did on the bed; I'm sure little Jesus is offended and I regret it a
lot because I love him." The priest's hand crawled up and down and pulled
the boy to his side. Noah rested his head on the priest shoulder and could
observe how excited he was and speaking in a husky voice near stammering:
"Don't worry my son; Jesus forgives you because you are an honest
and good boy. I can absolve you right now and you can have the Holy
Communion tomorrow." The man could not resist anymore as he reached his
climax and started spurting his semen inside his underwear. Noah then
insisted.
"I want to take communion in the Sunday mass, so I'll confess on
Saturday, because I think these thoughts will continued and I don't want to
offend little Jesus any more." The priest continued rubbing Noah's thighs,
now near the boy's loins; the priest's cock continued hard as a rock in
spite he had had a strong orgasm minutes before. "I don't know why, but I
can't put away from my memory those moments when we were nude all three
rubbing against each other until the nice feeling came. Only here, near
you, I forget everything." Noah noticed again the man excitement and he
knew he was close to spurt his semen again. He then stood up slowly, the
man's hand rubbed for a second his dick, and he sighed. "I must go,
father." The priest near in a quiver said:
"Please, stay for a little longer."
"I would love to be here the whole night, father; you are so good to
me? but I don't want to break the rules of our school. Besides, I have a
lot of homework to do before light are off." The priest understood the
common sense of the little boy and he reluctantly admitted it. He had
touched for a fraction of second the boy's dick and he gladly noticed he
was hard and enjoying his touches. He thought it was advisable to take
things slowly and not to push the situation. He had a large experience on
little boys like this one.
"You are right, my son. Rules are rules and we must comply them."
The priest could observe the bulge on the boy fly, he was absolutely sure
the boy was as hard as he was. What a beautiful thighs he has!" He
thought. Noah smiled at the priest and then he hugged him on the waist.
"Thanks father for your help to me. I am very happy to have someone
to whom I can trust and talk about my problems." He kissed the priest's
hand and walked out. The man stared at the beautiful boy's legs and his
rounded butt cheeks that wiggled as he left the church. He wanted this boy;
he had not any close contact with a boy since two years back. He only
enjoyed when he jacked himself off during the boys' confessions since most
of their sins were related to sex.
He had started his sex experiences in Ireland, his home country, when he
was ten, with his parish's priest and other altar boy. With the priest's
recommendation, he entered in the Seminary, and there he found some other
priests and boys; he sucked and fucked and otherwise. When he became a
priest, they sent him to a French Seminary in Paris, as an English
teacher. The time spent in this school was the best of his life, thru the
confessions he found many boys with whom he shared bed and all sort of sex
experiences in that close surround.
He had to pay back for those enjoyments; a couple of times per month, he
secretly visited the bishop's palace and fucked him and was fucked by his
superior. He was promoted within the Seminary school and probably he was a
strong candidate to become a bishop in the future; still he was too
young. A new archbishop replaced the old one recently deceased. He called
him, as recommended by the bishop, and was appointed priest and moral
inspector in a school with the high prestige in Orleans; there, only rich
and exceptional bright boys were admitted since five hundred years
ago. Traditionally that school permitted sex relationship amongst boys
whenever it was in private; many of boys educated there were the sons of
government ministers, bankers, lawyers and very rich people, especially
from Paris area. He was instructed by the bishop to get an end with that
practice that for him was perverted and aberrant. He gave him full power to
do whatever he needed; the head of his Order in France agreed on that. He
did not like the task, but if he succeeded, it would mean an important step
on his church career.
As the boy promised, Saturday evening he sat down near the confessional box
waiting for other boys ended their prays; he was the last one, as they
carried out with the imposed penitence and left the church. Noah was
dressed with truck suit, as usual was sad, near sobbing when he approached
the box by the front. After the preliminaries, the priest said:
"Which are your sins, my son?"
"Oh father, I still don't know what's happening to me. Only when I'm
here I feel really comforted."
"Are you offended by someone?"
"No father, I'm the one who continues offending God, because I? I?
well my penis is hard most of the time and thinking in what I did with my
cousin Marcel and my friend."
"What did you do together?"
"It is hard to say, father; I'm really ashamed."
"Don't worry, son. Jesus loves you and He wants the honest and
brave boys... like you. So you can confess, because he will forgive you."
"Well? mostly we lay on the bed, kissed and rubbed against each
other, until the nice feeling came; we used to do this during a long time."
"Weren't your parents in there?"
"Yes, but we did it in my or his room during our sleepovers." The
priest was hard only thinking in what these lovely boys did together. His
thoughts came as when he was a boy in the Seminary and visited the priest's
cell.
"You did that when you were with your friend, and what did you do
when you were alone?"
"Well, I rubbed my penis against the sheets." The priest smiled and
reminded him what he did when he was a boy like this precious one.
"And now, do you continue doing the same in this school?" Noah
smiled for himself, he thought: "this fucking priest wants to catch me as
he did with a few others; including my innocent and loved Christian."
"This is my problem. I cannot do this because my roommate is a full
boarder and I'm not acquainted with him, we are just pals. That's all."
"It is a sin, but most of the boys commit masturbation."
"Masturbation? what is it? I heard sometimes other boys talking
about that, but I don't know what it means." The priest was in fact slowly
masturbating himself as his dick was hard as a rock.
"Well, masturbation is a way to get rid of your hardness. I can show
you, if you like."
"But you said it is a sin."
"Yes it is a sin if done out of the church, but here Jesus is
watching us and anything not hidden from himself is not a sin, besides you
are confessing, and that demonstrates that you are a good boy." Noah
grinned.
"Please show me, I'm now very hard." The priest sighed trying to
hide the tent formed in his cassock. He stood and said:
"Please, follow me to the sacristy." The priest came out the box and
went to a door near the altar; however, before that, he closed the church
main entrance. "No one will come, you were the last one." He opened the
door and indicated Noah a large couch: Please, sit down comfortably." Noah
sat down stretching out his legs. The priest kneeled in front of him,
stared at the bulge in Noah's trousers and sighed, close to ejaculated; he
then said: "Show me your penis." Noah grabbed the elastic of his trouser
and underwear and dragged down to his knees, popping out his lovely
uncircumcised dick, as it is normal in Europe. The priest fixed his eyes in
that beautiful boy cock; he was well endowed for his age, he thought. The
man grabbed the clothes to the boy's ankles, exposing those lovely thighs
that he had touched a couple of days before. He rubbed them, put his hand
under the boy's ball sack and fondled them. Noah closed his eyes as he also
was feeling a lovely sensation, thinking in his love Christian. The priest
gripped his right hand round the boy cock and squeezed it, them he said in
a cracked voice:
"What I'm doing to you is masturbation." The priest closed his eyes
as he started spurting his semen in his underwear." Noah then said:
"Please, father, don't stop, please, please!" With his thumb and two
fingers the priest started jacking the half Jew boy off, and some seconds
later Noah arched his hips, stopped breathing and moaned loudly:
"Agh!" Noah groaned. "That was lovely, father. Please, don't stop
until my penis is soft, I love it." The priest was in the heaven and his
mouth drooling. He left Noah's ball sack and took the boys shoes off, then
dragged his trousers and underwear off, leaving only his socks; he then
arched the boy's knees and started caressing his inner thighs. Noah could
not resist this new action and soon a second climax hit him, again moaning
loudly. The priest continued his caresses without stopping the strokes on
the boy's dick. Noah was breathing heavily moving his lovely head to both
sides of the coach. The expert priest's hand rubbed the space between the
boy's ball sack and his anus; that made him to scream in delight:
"Oh, thanks little Jesus for?" He could not end the sentence; arched
again his hips trying to meet the priest's hand as he again experienced a
strong dry orgasm. The priest also was close again to spurt his semen; he
rubbed the boy thighs and balls and could not help but to stop jacking Noah
as he received his second orgasm and started spurting his cream inside his
clothes. "Please, father, don't stop, please, please."
The priest had stopped masturbating Noah to caresses the boy's chest,
pinching his nipples and rubbing his smooth tummy. He would have liked to
kiss those lovely lips and suck the boy's cock; however he thought he might
have time to do that. He spat his saliva on the boy's dickhead and resumed
his strokes; now the boy was more relaxed and took him near two minutes
more to send the boy to orbit. The orgasm was so powerful that the child
screamed in delight; the priest observed how the boy dick softened; then he
left Noah to recover and asked him:
"How was it? As you can see I got rid of your hardness."
"That was fantastic, father. Thank you very, very much for your
help. Only my cousin Marcel did to me something similar, but he did not
mast?"
"Masturbated." The priest pointed out.
.
"Exactly. He didn't masturbate me. When can we repeat it again?"
"You liked it, didn't you?"
"Oh yes, a lot."
"We can repeat it anytime that you want, however you must keep it
secret, otherwise all the boys may want to enjoy it, too. By the way, what
your cousin Marcel did to you?"
"Well, it is too weird, he? he?"
"Come on, don't forget you are confessing with me and you shouldn't
hide anything to little Jesus." Noah got serious and said:
"Well Marcel became a baby and he sucked my penis as it was a
teat. It was so great that I near fainted." The priest smirked.
"Do you want me to do it to you just now?"
"Oh yes! I would love it." The boy exclaimed. "But now my penis is
satisfied and my hardness has disappeared."
"We can do it tonight; I'll go to your room with an excuse and bring
you with me to my cell." The priest could observe that the boy was not
ready to accept and he thought in other alternative; after having
masturbated the boy, he wanted above all to take him to his bed. "Or
tomorrow after lunch I can do it to you."
"Oh no! I have a lot of home work to do tonight, and tomorrow is
Sunday and I will take my communion; besides little Jesus won't be there,
and again I'll be ashamed because I did something on his back, he might be
offended and I love him." The priest smiled at the apparent innocence of
the boy.
"In that case, get dressed and I'll give you my absolution."
"You are not mad at me, are you father?"
"Oh sure not, I just want to please you." The boy grinned.
"What's about on Monday evening? Monday is a quiet day and I must
come for my prayers. Would you do it to me then?" The priest thought it was
a good idea; they could do anything here in the sacristy without anyone
disturbing them, and with the boy's belief that Jesus would not be upset.
"Yes, it is a good idea. After that, we can pray together."
"I love Jesus and I love you, father; you are also a good friend."
Saying this Noah hugged the priest. He had already dressed; then he kissed
the priest's hand and kneeled. Then the priest said:
"Now, as penitence, you must pray three times the Hail Mary and
tomorrow you can get your holy communion."
"Thanks again father." Noah left the sacristy for the church; he did
his penitence and left the building. Once outside he smiled, "You
lascivious and bastard, you like doing me what I want to do with my
Christian, that's not justice." The boy's eyes blurred with impotence and
rage thinking in his beautiful friend and how he had suffered since they
came into the school; only Jim, risking his own future, did something for
both. "How I would like to be on a bed all three together! Or four,
including Fran‡oise, because I know they love each other as we do
Christian and me. Oh my Christian! I love you too much." He murmured.
End of part 2