Date: Tue, 25 Aug 2015 12:23:33 +0200
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 3
JIM AND FRANCIS
By Al Peres
PART 3
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Chapter 14
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Well, that was on Saturday evening, but how Francis and Jim were in Paris?
On Friday evening, after classes ended, Francis and Jim, with the happiness
reflecting on their faces, went to their room to pickup up their light
luggage, Francis, took a few bank notes and gave them to Jim:
"Jim, all I have is yours; however I know you might be
offended. Please take this money, consider it as a loan from me without
additional cost. You will be able to return it to me when you earn money
enough; I'm sure you will be rich within a few years." Jim was astonished
and said:
"Francis, I don't need any money, I only need you, your love and
your friendship." Francis hugged Jim tenderly.
"You will have me forever, but a few banknotes in your pocket will
not disturb you. They laughed as Jim took the money.
"Francis this is a fortune! I don't need so much money, what shall I
do with it."
"Well, it is up to you to decide."
"Thanks. I promise to reimburse it as soon as I can; don't forget
this."
"I'm sure you will." Francis jabbed Jim. "Let's go." Dressed in the
school uniform, they boarded the luxury school bus that should transport
them to the City of Lights. Before they left, the school office provided
them with a paper and the school identification cards, just in case they
needed some help from any authority. They sat together, unfortunately it
was dark and chilly outside, and during the journey, Francis could not show
Jim all the little villages and the outskirt of Paris. They took a taxi,
and before arriving to the hotel, Francis stopped the car when they were in
front of a pharmacy, he entered and came back quickly; Jim looked at his
friend quizzically, Francis smiled at him as saying "you will see it
later." They arrived at the main entrance of a luxury small hotel in an old
building. Francis paid the taxi and the porter took their light luggage
into reception. Francis gave a good tip and the man, amazed bowed to the
boys. The receptionist guessed who they were, because he pushed a
telephone and half a minute later a middle aged man appeared.
"Hi Franõ€'—ise, I'm glad to see you again, my son!" The
man hugged and kissed Francis as if he were from his family.
"Glad to see you Mr. Jenkins. How are Mrs. Jenkins, Jenny and
Terry?"
"Lovely, the girls returned to UK to their school after a short
visit."
"Let me introduce my friend and roommate James Martinez." The man
shook hand with Jim smiling at him.
"You are very welcome to our house Mr. Martinez."
"Please, call me Jim." Mr. Jenkins grinned at him gratefully, then
looking at Francis he said:
"Your dad called me, he said he won't be able to be here tonight,
however he will phone you tomorrow. I have prepared the Royal Suite for
you; during the weekend we are rather quiet, albeit you deserve it more
than anybody else, and we had not any compromise. I have left in there some
fruit and the fridge is open for you to use; should you need anything,
please don't hesitate to call me; I hope you will join me for dinner
tonight.
"Thanks Mr. Jenkins, we are now rather tired after a school day and
the trip to here, however we'll come down for dinner. Be careful
Mr. Jenkins, Jim is an excellent cook." Jim blushed.
"Thanks Franõ€'—ise for your warning." A pageboy wanted to
help with the luggage, but Francis kindly rejected it, however he gave a
tip to the young man that thanked him for his kindness. They took the key
and gladly walked up the soft carpeted stairs; it was on the first
floor. Francis opened the door and both entered. Jim admired the luxury of
the rooms, one living and a main bedroom with two king-sized beds. Jim
stared at Francis and kissed him on the lips; Francis tenderly separated
from him and said:
"Jim please, let's my dream come true, I have dreamt this moment
many times. Please go out and in a minute come inside locking the door."
Jim stared at his lover and smiled. He did not know what his dream was,
however he would put all his enthusiasm to please his friend. He went out
and in one minute, he entered in the bedroom. Francis was naked on the bed
and his dick hard. As soon as Jim saw him he started to remove his clothes,
nevertheless Francis said: "I'll do myself; you will be a passive actor."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am." He started slowly undressing Jim, tossing his clothes
on one armchair. Jim was excited with this ceremony and when Francis
finally dragged his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popped out
glistening with a clear drop of precum on his pee slit. Francis looked at
him and kissed his friend on the lips; their tongues swirled inside their
mouths; soon Francis broke their kiss and kneeled before his naked
lover. With his left hand he fondled and squeezed his loose ball sack; then
with his right took that lovely cock to his mouth, tenderly with his lips
he dragged the foreskin back and started sucking Jim dickhead slowly. Jim
gasped and moaned in pleasure, putting his hands on the blond haired
head. He felt how his orgasm was approaching as he tensed, held his breath,
then Francis left his friend's cock just in the moment Jim started spurting
his seeds. The first shot splashed on Francis forehead as he continued
jacking Jim off, a few more on his eyes, nose and upper lips and then on
his fist. Jim near fainted.
Jim could not stand so he kneeled down in front of his friend kissing him
tenderly; he started licking his own semen from Francis' face until he was
absolutely clean, as a mother would do to its kitten. Jim then took Francis
to his feet and kissed him mixing his semen with their saliva. The Latin
boy took the Norman boy in his arms, as if a boy takes his bride on the
wedding night, and dropped him on the large bed. Francis did not need much
because he was very close to his climax, Jim took his dick in his mouth and
sucked it eagerly; Francis moaned loudly in pleasure as he started spurting
his cream inside his friend's mouth. Jim retained Francis' semen in his
mouth, and when his dick started softening, he scooted up and kissed his
beautiful friend, partially sharing with him his seeds. They petted and
caressed tenderly for several minutes, and then Jim asked:
"Was your dream fulfilled?" Francis looked his friend and lover
tenderly and said:
"It was much better than in my dream. The second part was not
contemplated in it."
"My precious blonde, I eagerly wanted to be alone with you without
expecting someone knocking on our door."
They were very young and soon their cocks were again ready to a new
adventure. They got started, but then again, with the anxiety in their
minds about this encounter. After a quiet moment they began petting each
other. Jim found himself on top in a 69 position with Francis on the
bed. Now, the sweet scent of Francis' smooth skin and the heated wrinkled
sack was so delicious! Jim looked down at the insides of his friend's
thighs as he swallowed his long hardness, pleasuring Francis with as much
heart as he could. Jim liked Francis' smooth thighs; he lifted his legs
making one of those soft thighs brushed against Jim's cheek driving him
wild. Jim looked down at his balls, full and sweet, and then down into the
small beginnings of his cleft, showing him a hint of a tight pucker that
was screaming to be touched and teased. Jim's hands started kneading
Francis' butt cheeks softly as his lips sucked his wonderful shaft, and the
more Jim made to his friend's body, the more Francis did the same to him.
Jim was almost near the edge. He sucked harder and harder, speeding up as
his climax approached. Francis began to moan in short little gasps as he
was close to his orgasm too, forcing himself to speed the swirling motion
of his mouth on Jim's cock and push his hips up to meet his down
strokes. Suddenly Jim cried out as the orgasm took a hold of his body and
exploded out of him into Francis' mouth. Francis sucked hard, greedily
drawing the semen out of Jim before he could ejaculate. Jim gripped
Francis' butt cheeks against his face as Jim rolled over to the side;
Francis started to squirt his load splashing the insides of Jim's mouth as
he squirmed and moaned in pleasure. They turned to face each other and
breathlessly until their heartbeats went back to normal. Jim then gently
separated Francis' sweated locks silver hair that cascaded on his forehead
and kissed him tenderly. Francis then took Jim's hand and placing a kiss on
his palm he dragged it to his cheek; he knew how much Jim liked to touch
his face.
"I wonder what the future will bring to us, but in this moment I
would never change this instant for all gold of the world." Jim rubbed
tenderly his friend's smooth face cheeks.
"We needed this intimacy; however our moans were so loud?" Francis
grinned and rubbed Jim's waving hair as it was the first time they were
with such intimacy.
"Moans? They were screams; fortunately, the walls are sound proof."
The boys laughed happily. They just remained together petting each
other. Then Jim jumped from the large bed and went to the other room,
carrying some bananas with him.
"I'm a little bit hungry." Francis looked at the bananas and deeply
blushed. Jim looked at his friend and noticed his embarrassment. "What's up
Francis?" His friend extended his arms and both got again in a wild
caressing; then Francis said:
"Jim, I love you and I am determined to experiment everything we
like, that banana?" Jim also blushed. He then pecked Francis.
"Ah, yes. Francis, I'll do to you anything that you want; and I'm
ready you do me what you like. By now, we are lovers and we have not had
any restriction whatever. I agree with you to experiment all aspects of our
lovemaking, and never a better place and time than this. We don't know what
the future is keeping for us; surely everything won't be as good; therefore
we must enjoy whatever we like."
They ate some fruit, including the bananas and as finished them, they were
again ready as their young bodies refilled their balls. They started
kissing, mixing their saliva; soon they could not hold anymore, their
bodies got rigid as a spasm took over their muscles; their dicks spurted
wad after wad of his precious cream until both were empty and their dick
started to get droop. In the bliss after their orgasms, they lay side by
side caressing each other tenderly. Tired as they were, closed the eyes and
drifted to sleep. Two hours later, moved as they woke up. Francis rubbed
his lover hair and started petting him.
"Jim, for me, you are the most beautiful creature I ever saw. Any
part of you is blessed with flawless and lovely view." Jim hugged his
friend again. They enjoyed their closeness caressing each other. Jim
stroked Francis' hair looking into those blue pools of his eyes.
"I can't imagine watching anyone, girl or boy, prettier than you
are, a least to me." Francis grinned and tussled his friend's waving black
hair.
"Don't be so sure my friend, because that creature exists, and I
would be extremely happy if you sometime agreed with me."
"Are you sure? Only my little nephew Francis is the same as you are,
however, for obvious reasons, I love him differently as I love you."
"Forget it by now. Let's have a shower and come down for dinner;
Mr. Jenkins must be waiting for us." Hand in hand, they entered into the
large bathroom; they started soaping one another. That lead to new
erections; Jim stroked a few times Francis' lovely dick and Francis did the
same.
"We better leave it now; otherwise Mr. Jenkins will never have
dinner." They laughed and soon they were finished and dressed. Went
downstairs and at reception Francis told that their uniforms must be
cleaned as well as their shoes. They had a nice dinner with Mr. Jenkins
talking about their mutual families, especially about his two
daughters. Jim then said:
"I would like to have a walk thru the boulevards."
"I'm sorry, Jim." Mr. Jenkins said. "It is not advisable at this
time of the night; Paris is a beautiful town during the day, but night is a
different matter."
"Thank you Mr. Jenkins. I live in a village and always I believe
everywhere is the same, even Orleans is a lovely town to walk, whenever
isn't very late in the night. On the other hand, we are tired and tomorrow
Francis wants to show me this wonderful city." Mr. Jenkins stood up and the
boys followed him, thanking for his attentions. Francis asked for the room
key and as soon as he opened the door, Jim took him from behind, licked,
and kissed his neck. Francis sighed; he spun and kissed his mate
passionately.
"Please Jim, lock the door and hang the notice "do not disturb"
outside." Jim did it, and in seconds, they were on the large bed and their
mouth locked in a passionate action. Francis doubted for a moment, then
blushed and continued: I? I? have something for you. Jim was a little bit
confused at first. He didn't know if it was supposed to be symbolic or
what. Suddenly Jim knew exactly what he was saying with this gift, and it
brought him to 'attention'. Inside the box was a small tube of Vaseline.
"Francis? I? I am afraid it will hurt and you won't like it. The
blond boy caressed softly Jim's whitish face, as he said:
"But after tonight, after everything we've gone through together, I
trust you, Jim." Francis turned to meet Jim's eyes and he walked over to
him. "Jim, I've never loved anybody this much. It really scares me
sometimes. However, tonight I want to experience every possible way of
loving you. Jim, I want to give myself to you... all the way, no matter
what will happen next."
"Francis... you don't have to do this. You know I love you and I
will love you forever."
"I know. And I know that you understand. That's why I love you so
much. So I decided that if I were ever going to do it, tonight would be the
night. That's how special you are to me."
There was no way to keep out Jim's eyes blurred with emotion. The blond boy
came down and kissed him deeply on the lips as he leaned back against the
bed. Francis's delicious tongue kissing sent him soaring to cloud nine,
enraptured with his amazing body, his incredible scent, his emotional
heart. Francis's hand moved slowly down to Jim's soft belly, and then
further down to rub his growing erection thru his trousers. He started to
pull his sweater over his head and Jim unbuttoned Francis' shirt. They
disrobed slowly, erotically, one article at a time, until they were both
completely naked.
Francis began nibbling Jim's right nipple while working his swollen
cock with his hand. His warm fingers moved softly over the dickhead on
every upstroke, and it felt like Jim was ready to blow already. Francis
moved back up to kiss his lips once again, and they ground into each other
rhythmically for a few minutes, Jim's hands resting comfortably on his
smooth backside. And, without being able to hold back any more, he took a
glob of Vaseline on his middle finger and slowly entered his tight little
ring. His tunnel was so wet and warm, so soft and ready, and that was just
with one finger. Jim took another glob of Vaseline and coated his
forefinger; then introduced both into his friend's tunnel. Francis moaned
in pleasure. Then Jim repeated, but this time with three fingers. Francis
moaned and he thought he had hurt him.
"Have I hurt you?
"Oh no. It is only a little discomfort." Jim grinned, expanding the
Vaseline inside Francis' butt. He was ready. Francis reached down and
grabbed the tube of Vaseline and started coating Jim's dick with the
slippery substance.
"Please, you better hurry, if you want this to happen, I don't know
how much more I can stand." Jim said. Francis was slowly masturbating Jim
as he applied the greasy cream to his leaking shaft. Then they switched
places, him on his knees facing the bed, and Jim right behind him. He bent
over putting his face on the pillow, and he reached back with his hands to
pull his tight cleft open for him. His ass was so awesome? Jim moved into
position, but before trying anything he whispered in his ear:
"Let me know if I hurt you." Francis nodded; and with a little
jitter in his stomach, and a shaky hand, Jim grabbed his cock up by the
head and placed it at the opening of his friend's tight orifice. He seemed
like he was ready, and Jim pushed in ever so slightly. The feeling of
having his tip at the opening was enough to make him mad, but pushing in
was even more incredible. There was a little resistance, then a lot, but
Francis never told him to stop; he wanted to experience this more than
anything. It took some pushing and pulling, but suddenly, as if by magic,
Francis sighed and his cavity opened wide to accept him. Jim slid in,
little by little, his hot insides pulsing with every beat of his heart, his
ring tightening and relaxing rhythmically around his shaft as Jim ventured
deeper into his lover. "Do I hurt you?"
"Just a little; please remain quiet until I get used to it." After
some time the pain subsided. "Please go ahead again." Jim was excited and
his young body wanting to release his tension; he pushed and finally was
all the way in, and Jim felt his few pubic hairs resting on Francis'
flawless cheeks.
"I'm in. I'm really in." Jim whispered. Francis seemed to be
relaxing even more and Jim leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Ready?"
"Ready my Latin boy. Jim, I love you."
"I love you too, my Norman." Jim said, and he pulled out slowly,
only to push it back in again. Francis was moaning loudly and Jim couldn't
help but join him. Jim folded his arms around his tender stomach and rubbed
them back and forth, as they made love. Jim ran his hands up to his nipples
and glided back and forth across his smooth chest. His other hand found its
way to Francis' rock hard cock and began to stroke it in time with his
thrusts. Jim kissed the back of his neck and he gasped in pleasure, pushing
back on him even harder. Francis rocked back and forth with him, pushing
and pulling in a slow passionate grind. Jim began to speed up; his thrusts
became harder, his hand on Francis' cock moved faster. They were both
moaning loudly, their young teen bodies glistening with sweat, and Jim was
about to reach his limit. All the times they had spent together, hidden in
the school and now here, flashed through his mind, every kiss, every touch,
every tear that had been shed between them... it had all been leading up to
this magical moment.
Francis was whimpering in desperation, almost howling, and he was pushing
back against him as hard as he could. Then, Jim felt Francis' cock pulse in
his hand and he actually heard the sound of his hot cream spraying the
sheet, as it shot out of him harder than it ever had before. At the same
time, his ass closed up around Jim's shaft and his orgasm was immediately
delivered to him. Jim actually felt Francis's orgasm from the inside as his
body flexed with a spasm, forcing his hot wet tunnel to swish and swirl
around his dick until Jim couldn't take it anymore. He shouted out as loud
as he could as he shot his seed deep into Francis' rectum. It was by far
the most explosive climax Jim had ever had in his entire short life, and he
was sharing it with Francis... his friend. Francis collapsed on the bed and
Jim fell on top of him, breathing hard and still giggling to himself.
"OH... oh wow! My god? my god! Oh...!" Jim panted. Francis turned
around and lay down on top of him. With his cock being so sensitive,
feeling his touch sent tiny earthquakes throughout his entire body. They
kissed and Jim ran his fingers through Francis' silky hair, their bodies
still shaking and twitching with delight.
"That was wonderful, Jim, however I would prefer you in my arms." He
said, their smile brightening their happiness.
"Yes, I never thought it could be that good with you. That was... it
was... oh wow?" Jim said, still trying to put it into words what he had
felt. Francis laughed at him, his body trembling with every chuckle as he
lay on top of him, and he kissed him on the lips to shut him up. They still
had the whole night before go to sleep; they just lay on the bed, staring
at the walls talking about their friendship and love. Francis thought he
would never leave his side, no matter what obstacle life threw at them.
"We must change into the other bed," Francis said, blushing. "They
will change the sheets tomorrow, they do everyday, anyway." They laughed,
and looking into Jim's black wells, he continued: "Jim, no matter what
happens in the future, I'll never forget this night; you are so sweet, so
good so special?" Jim interrupted him with a tender kiss; Francis' locks
rubbing his face.
"I only want you to enjoy with me everything that I have and know."
Francis bent his head again and started kissing him, now passionately. Jim
responded in the same manner, their tongues swirled inside their mouths and
their saliva mixed; they rolled from one side to the other on the bed,
their dicks again hard rubbing against their crotches. Francis tenderly
separated from his lover:
"Let's use the other bed and do it again." Jim smiled.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes I am, and I can see you are, too." They went to the other bed;
Jim took Francis from behind and started biting on the back on his neck, at
the same time, his hands rubbing his chest; his dick looking for Francis
pucker entrance.
"What do you want me to do, my master?" Jim asked. Francis turned
round.
"Tonight, you are not my slave, but my lover." He blushed as he
said: "I want you to do it again to me, but I would like to have you in my
arms, my cutest boy." They kissed.
"Alright." Jim went to the other bed and took the tube of
vaseline. Francis looked at it:
"Do you think you still need that?"
"Yes, my love. I want you to fully enjoy now that you are
open. Remember that you gave me the best of you, your virginity." Francis
smiled.
"Did I?"
"Yes you did. And I am ready to give you mine when you request it,
because now I know no one took it, though I fucked them." Francis looked
those eyes he deeply loved.
"Not tonight, my love. I prefer you do it to me; you are the
expert. Please let me to grease your dick, I love touching it." They smiled
as Francis took the vaseline, smearing some on Jim's dick shaft; the head
now glistening with precum. They resumed their passionate kissing. Jim
dragged Francis and lay him on his back, he was on top of him; now their
dicks rubbing against each other. He scooted down, licking and kissing his
nipples, armpits, belly button and finally, he put Francis' dick in his
mouth. The blond boy squirmed in delight moaning and gasping loudly. Jim
kneeled between Francis' legs, raised them to his chest; with his left hand
guided his dick to his lover's ass hole while with the right slowly stroked
Francis's cock. He tenderly pushed in, and after a little resistance, he
smoothly entering him. Slowly and tenderly, he progressed, and soon his
full dick was buried inside his friend to the hilt.
"I'm totally inside you, my love. Did I hurt you?"
"Oh no! It is wonderful to feel you inside me." Francis gripped his
legs round Jim's hips and dragged him to his face. They kissed
passionately, exploring each corner of their mouths. Jim raised himself
and started thrusting his blond lover; first slow and as he was feeling the
lust, he increased his pace, at the same time stroking Francis' dick that
now was abundantly spilling precum. In a few minutes, both young teenagers
were wildly making love and sweating; the bedsprings squealing as Jim
thrusts became stronger and quicker. Jim felt how his friend's dick became
harder than he ever felt before, assuming he was ready to climax in
seconds. Francis, being stimulated in both sides, pushed his hips up and
screamed as a hot wolf in the night, starting to spurt his semen onto his
chest. Jim noticed that and he climaxed a few seconds behind Francis with a
strong thrust. The orgasms were so strong that Jim could not resist anymore
on his knees; he fell on top of Francis breathing heavily; his head on his
friend's left shoulder near fainted. Francis was the first to recover, he
caressed his friend's curly hair, his back, kissed him, and tenderly he
whispered on his ear: "I love you, Jim. I love you with all my heart." He
could hear a deep whisper from his lover:
"I love you, too, "Mon petit Coeur." Francis kissed his friend's
cheek as a tear came down on it as he remembered the words that his dead
mom used to call him; and now being repeated by his lover with all the
happiness he was enjoying with him. They slipped to their sides and as he
could, grabbed the covers and drifted to sleep when it was round 10:00 pm.
Eight hours later he woke up with needs to empty his bladder; he peed and
returned to the bed facing Jim. He lay on his elbow and contemplated his
friend; his long eyelashes, his curly hair, his thick red lips and the
whiteness of his skin; he had lost that wonderful tan he brought from
Spain, two months before. He was peacefully dreaming and a light smile came
to his face showing that beautiful dimple on his right cheek. He loved him;
he recognized Jim was not a pretty boy for others, but for him he was the
cutest boy of the world because he always saw his soul; a boy that risked
his own future to help a little boy? "Who could do that except him? No one"
As he was thinking his dick started to grow and now was hard. He could not
help himself and started caressing Jim. He approached his body to him with
their hard cocks pressing against each other. Jim woke up and looked at
him.
Jim lay there smiling, and kissed the tip of Francis' nose lightly, then he
squeezed Francis' thigh and he squeezed him back. It felt wonderful to lye
together skin to skin and feel the hardness pushing into each other. Jim
reached down and held Francis' cock opening his legs. He pushed his cock
under his balls and closed his legs down on him tightly, Francis started
humping against Jim and before long, the juices of his dick made the area
between his thighs all slippery and wet, they started humping harder and
faster, squeezing tightly like they were fucking each other in a frenzy,
and before long, they felt the fires building ready to spill over. Jim's
hard cock had been rubbing against Francis' belly. They were breathing hard
and suddenly Francis felt a rush of hot sticky fluid hit his stomach which
made him realise Jim was spurting his cream hard against him, and this
pushed Francis to the edge, and started flooding cum between Jim's legs.
They were both racked with sweat, their hearts racing. He leaned back
slightly, slipped the palm of his hand over Jim's left nipple, and could
feel his heart rate pounding like his. They slowly settled back to a
feeling of wonderful bliss and thought they should sleep again. They
cuddled into each other arms and soon they were happy asleep.
Chapter 15
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Two hours later Jim woke up and felt the need to empty his bladder; he got
up, peed and came back to lay on his side facing his friend. He thought how
beautiful Francis was and how he loved this boy. He felt a little twinge in
his heart thinking that, probably within a few years, he would not like to
make love to him because he felt sure he would love a girl. What a
wonderful thing would be if he were a girl! He was sure he would have a
crutch on her. However, one thing was sure for himself, making or not love
with Francis, he would love him forever; sex was something added but not
definitive for their friendship. He stroked his blond hair and kissed him
softly.
"I love you Francis, and I'll love you forever, no matter if you
don't love me. I'll stay beside you for the rest of my life." He
murmured. It seems that those thoughts came into Francis's soul because he
smiled in his dream, he grinned and muttered:
"I adore you, my beautiful Latin. For me, you are the greatest
creature I ever met." Jim could not help and he approached his lips to his
and kissed him gently. Francis opened his blue eyes, extended his arms
round his friend neck and kissed him back. "Good morning Jim."
"Good morning, my lovely blond Norman." They chuckled, and got up.
"Come on, let's shower and have breakfast. We have a lot to see
today." Jokingly they went to the bathroom, they soaped each other and
rinsed. Their young cocks were erected, smiled watching them, Jim said:
"After all the exercises of last night still they want to continue."
Francis caressed his friend dick.
"Let's give them a rest. Tonight will be their battle." However,
Francis was already very hot and could not help but take his friend's dick
into his mouth. He placed his left hand back on Jim's round butt cheeks and
sucked eagerly his cock. Jim could not resist his blond friend actions, his
knees became weak and he fell on the bathroom floor moaning in pleasure. He
lay down motioning Francis to get into a 69 position. Francis got on top of
him sucking and absorbing the lovely juice of his friend's precum. Jim
eagerly took Francis dick in his mouth until his nose rubbed his lover's
balls. They sucked each other without expressing a single word as if there
would not be tomorrow. Soon their young bodies tensed, stopped breathing
and Jim pushed up his hips as Francis pushed down his. They started
spurting their clean milk into their throats. Jim hugged tenderly his
friend, and suddenly, without knowing why, both started to laugh
loudly. They were happy and when stopped, looked at each other and started
tickling each other.
They got out of the shower, dried each other and dressed. A few minutes
later, were sat down in the dinning room having a huge breakfast, as they
were exhausted. Mr. Jenkins greeted and joined them; they had a lovely talk
regarding to the places that wanted to visit, he made some suggestions that
the boys welcomed. Dressed in comfortable and warmth clothes they left the
hotel, ready to continue enjoying their love adventures. Hand in hand they
walked thru the centre of the large city, visiting the most important
museums, gardens and squares. For Jim everything was wonderful, amazing,
especially when they visited the cathedral of Notre Dame; his eyes were as
sparking lights, and when they ran up to one of the towers, to watch Paris
and the river Seine, he looked at his friend saying:
"Thanks Francis for this wonderful time." Francis looked at him and
watching nobody was round them, he kissed him tenderly on the lips.
"Jim, you deserve this and all the gold of the world." Jim did not
look to anywhere, took Francis's cheeks in his hands and kissed him softly.
"You are the author of my happiness. I never imagined I could love a
person as much as I love you, my blond Norman. Hand in hand, descended from
the tower; took the underground that led them to the centre of commercial
part of Paris, where the most famous fashion designers had their
business. As they were sat down on the wagon, Francis extracted from his
pocket three sheets with drawings on them, showing them to Jim.
"What are these?" Jim inquired.
"I have done for my sister Margarita and Uncle Carl. I promised to
send them to De Damper's, so as we are here I want to deliver them
personally. He is a good old man and close friend of my family." Jim did
not understand much about fashion, but he had heard a lot of other boys
expressing out their pride because they wore clothes designed by this firm.
"Do you know them?" Jim asked astonished.
"Yes, and I will have the pleasure of introducing you to Jacques."
He could not answer him because the doors opened and they went out to the
surface. They walked along some streets full of people and large luxury
cars running. The building were old but well conserved with large shop
windows on the basements. One of them had a red canvas tunnel, like the
hotel, with golden letters showing "De Damper's Maison." Francis entered
thru a revolving door into a large thick-carpeted hall with some counters
and well dressed men and women attending customers. Suddenly a short man
appeared thru a large door with his hands pressed against his head,
apparently very upset, murmuring some words to a preoccupied couple that
followed him. His little eyes watched them in surprise; and leaving the
couple, he came directly to Francis:
"Franõ€'—ise, my dear Franõ€'—ise! What are you
doing here? He hugged tenderly the boy with affection.
"We are paying a visit to Paris and as I promised you, I have
brought the designs with me. But let me introduce my best friend and
roommate, James Martinez, from Spain." The man looked at Jim and hugged him
as if he knew Jim since he was born.
"I am very glad to see you both." Addressing to the astonished
couple he said: "I'll be in my office, please I don't want any one to
disturb me. Come on boys, let have something in my office." They entered in
a large room with a luxury desk, several leather armchairs and couches
spread. They sat down and he continued speaking: "Is it your dad with you?
And your Uncle Carl?"
"No, they aren't. We are on our own. He promised would join us here
today, but I received a phone call he could not come; however I don't mind
since I know Paris very well and our aim is only as tourists." A few
minutes later a maid came with a large tray with sandwiches, cold and hot
drinks. The man did not stop speaking asking questions to both about the
school; then Francis said:
"Jacques, thank for your kindness, but I think that you have some
problems to resolve while you are with us."
"You are right my son, but sometimes it is good to leave problems
aside for some minutes to settle down; whilst perhaps a solution can
arrive. Francis I want to show you my drawings for the next Autumn-Winter
campaign." Jim looked surprised to Francis, because he thought it still was
autumn, however he did not say anything; he would ask him later. He came
with a large file containing drawings and Francis started looking at them.
"They are beautiful Jacques; I don't think I can improve anything on
them. Please send them to my hotel, tonight carefully I'll have a look, and
you can send someone to pick them up tomorrow. I'll leave them with
Mr. Jenkins. How is current next spring-summer campaign?
"Oh that is my headache! All designs are ready, however we still
need the pictures for young boys section to end the booklet; this morning
two models should have come, but they have phoned are with flu. My problem
is not a matter of money but prestige. All other companies are already
printing the booklet for the "prõ€•˜ a porter" items; we have
all pictures made, except for young men." Then in that moment his little
eyes sparkled, he looked at them and said:
"Francis, James, would you mind be my models?" They looked at each
other amazed, then, Francis said:
"Jacques, we are not models, even amateur; you need professionals."
"I know my son, but these are only photos, you don't need to act or
walk; our photographer is an excellent professional and I'm sure he will do
his best." Jim looked excited to his friend.
"Franõ€'—ise, Jacques has a serious problem and we can help
him, why not?" Francis looked at his friend lovingly; he thought in this
moment he would kiss him right there; how this boy was ready to help anyone
who has a problem without asking anything back.
"Well?" he doubted "What about if dad knows it?"
"Oh don't worry, I'll convince him. On the other hand, you will only
wear decent items, no trunks or underwear." In that moment, someone knocked
on the door announcing that the photographer had arrived. "Tell him to get
ready the equipment, in five minutes we'll be in there." The man was
shocked since he knew the models were sick. Then addressing to the boys he
said: "Where are you going to have lunch?"
"We have programmed to try in the Eiffel's, Jim has never being in
there and I wonder if we can get a table available." The man grinned
wickedly.
"Leave that to me." They went upstairs and showed them all items to
be photographed with. Two young men helped them to wear item after item,
blouses, shorts, trousers, etc. Two hours later they had finished. The
photographer congratulated Jacques and asked for the name of the agency
where he had got them.
"They are not professionals, even amateur, they are sons of friends
of mine, so please, keep it only for you. They are from Orleans'
school. The man nodded and left. Jacques approached the boys: "Now lads,
besides my best thanks I want to pay you back."
"Jacques, we are friends; you don't need to pay anything, only be
careful with my dad and Uncle Carl. You know he can put you into a serious
problem if he knows?" Francis said grinning.
"I'll do. First of all, I'll take myself to Eiffel's; a table is
ready for you two. On the other hand, since you don't want any payment, two
items of each garment are for you." The boys looked at each other in
complicity. Francis then said:
"I don't need any item myself, but I'll take them. Can you ship them
to Spain?" Jim did not know what he wanted to do. He knew they could not
take them into the school, so he thought he would send them to someone and
his to his home.
"I'm ready to do anything to pay you back for your favour." Francis
smiled.
"Jacques, they are four collections, aren't they?"
"Yes, you are right."
"I that case, we are going to give you an address where you should
send: one for James, and three for another three eleven to twelve year old
children, named Frankie, John and Francis. Please sort them out as you
prefer; they should be there before Christmas. Can you do that for us?" The
man smiled thinking probably it was a rich boy caprice or for charity."
"Don't worry, I'll take the parcel to the Spanish embassy to be
checked by customs in order it is not opened at the border. It will be
delivered free of charge at the address." Jim was with his mouth agape and
could not even speak. He thought what a lovely surprise for Frankie, John
and Francis. He could now imagine their reactions; but what would his
parents say? Well he has to find an explanation with the help of
Francis. It was now near 13:00 and they were hungry. "Now my lads thank
again. Come on, my car is waiting outside." They got into the luxury car
and ran thru Paris, they arrived to the Eiffel tower and lifted to the
restaurant; Jim was amazed with the view from there; he thought he must be
dreaming, but Francis pressed his hand:
"Do you like it?" Jim looked at his friend and seeing nobody was
near, he pressed back his friend's hand saying:
"Oh yes! Thanks." The waiter came and took the order. They enjoyed
their lunch talking about school and some unimportant events. When they
finished, Francis asked for the bill, however the restaurant's manager told
him that his uncle Jacques had already paid. He thanked them and gave a
good tip. Jim watched Francis' action and his mouth dropped down at the
view of the bank note; he was astounded. He thought he would never be
accustomed to a rich life, even if he had a lot of money; his family had
suffered too many difficulties in the daily living; he knew many families
were very short of money, even to feed their children; but life is like
that, there are many very rich and many very poor. He could do nothing, but
his heart bled thinking he could not help thinking like this. Francis got
off him from his thoughts.
"Let's come back to the hotel." They decided to walk, and hand in
hand, they went thru Paris to the hotel. It was nightfall when they
arrived. The receptionist gave Francis a large file delivered by
Jacques. They went upstairs to their suite and Francis took off his shoes
and laid his back on one of the large beds. Jim did the same beside his
friend; then he raised himself and caressed Francis' hair, kissed his eyes
and then on the lips tenderly.
"Why are you so beautiful, Francis?" Francis giggled, extended his
arms and hugged Jim. They rolled on the bed, now Francis was on top of him;
he looked into those black wells and said:
"Why are you so honest, generous and disinterested? You are the best
boy of the world for me, the greatest soul." Jim caressed tenderly Francis'
face.
"There must be millions boys like me Francis."
"I don't think so, nevertheless, I only have found one; you. I
guessed what you were thinking when I gave that tip to the waiter. I
recognize there is not justice in a world that permits some to have so much
money and others have nothing; even starving. When I saw your gaze, my
heart bled; I had the same sensation when I caught you watching my
wristwatch in our room. I hated myself then, because I was rich, I would
have liked to give you all what I had if with that you were happy and loved
me." A tear came down Jim's eyes that ran to his ear.
"And you call me generous?" He rolled near on top of Francis and
kissed him tenderly round his face. "You cannot blame yourself for being
rich or for the injustices of this world, but I have seen many miseries;
even I have suffered some. You cannot realise how hard it is to see your
own friend asking for some of your sandwich, when no one was watching us,
because his dad had not brought his wages to his mom to buy
food. Fortunately, those times have partially gone in my country due to
persons like John's dad. He always was ready to share his farm's product
with others during the past hard times, even risking his family. He always
tried never to offend them in his pride, arguing that he would pay him back
when times improved; of course he never expected to be paid back;
especially with my own family." Now it was Francis' blurred eyes which
expressed the pain. "But let's forget it, Francis! I want your lovely eyes
to spark and your beautiful lips to smile." Francis forcedly smiled and
kissed Jim passionately; he wanted to make happy his friend in spite he was
thinking about those horrors that he never had experienced.
They started petting each other and soon their cocks were hard as
rocks. Jim jumped from the bed and locked the door. He quickly undressed as
Francis was doing the same. Naked, they soon were engaged in a mutual
lovemaking; their tongues met and swirled inside their mouths. Only a
couple of minutes were enough to reach their critical point of not return;
their bodies got rigid, a spasm hit them starting to spurt their glorious
cream between their tummies. Quickly they recovered and Francis started
licking the semen spread over Jim's belly and chest, finishing with his
dick that continued hard. Jim did the same to his friend.
"We need a shower after all day excitement. I never thought Paris
was so beautiful. I'll never forget these days, Francis. Thank you again."
Francis began petting Jim and was ready to answer him when the phone rang.
"Hello, dad, are you?" You own me one, dad. We missed you a lot, we
would have liked you were here. I'm not a good guide for him."
"How's Jim?" His dad asked.
"He is now here, near me. Dad, I'll relate you everything when we
met, but I must tell you we are the happiest persons of the world; Jacques
can tell you." He continued during some time explaining his dad and Uncle
Carl what they have done and planned to do tomorrow before they returned to
the school, thanking them for their help; then after saying goodbyes, he
gave the receiver to Jim. "Jim, my dad and Uncle Carl want to talk to you."
"Yes Mr. Lambert. Glad to hear you both."
"Jim, we must thank you for what you have done to
Franõ€'—ise. That has no price, however, I expect to see you
personally, and nevertheless, you can count on us for anything that we may
do to help you."
"Thank you sirs, but I must say that I have done nothing that
Francis, sorry, Franõ€'—ise doesn't deserve; he is the greatest
soul in the world, I can assure you."
"Thanks Jim, Carl and I think that two souls have found their mutual
way to heaven." Then uncle Carl added: "Jim, we expect to see you
soon. Until then, have a great hug, son."
"Thank you, sir. Goodbye then." They hold back the receiver. Now
watching his friend wickedly he said: What have you told them? I'll kill
you right now in the shower." Laughing and patting his friend's butt they
entered in the large bathroom. Jim took Francis from behind and started
nibbling on his neck and licking his ear lobes, his dick now pushing
against Francis' butt and his hand stroking his cock. Francis sighed in
pleasure when he felt Jim's dick on his butt hole.
"Let's fuck, Jim. We'll not have many chances in the school and I
want to experiment everything again."
"Do you want me to fuck you again? Or will you want to do it to me?"
Francis turned around and kissed passionately his friend.
"I don't mind as far as I can hug you and my body sticks to
yours. You may do it to me now and tonight could be my turn."
"Okay. I must warn you that you won't be able to sit in class due to
your butt's soreness." Francis laughed happily.
"Well? I'll take a cushion. Jim laughed, too. He went to the
nightstand and brought the tube of vaseline. He hugged Francis again and
they started kissing and caressing each other, their dicks burning in
need. Jim slowly took Francis to the carpeted floor starting licking his
chest, nipples, button hole. Finally he took his friend's dick into his
mouth. Francis near screamed in pleasure, he spread his thighs and Jim took
a wad of vaseline on Francis' pucker. He introduced his middle finger and
at the same time, he stroked his dick. As he touched something sensible
inside Francis; he groaned.
"Oh Jim, don't stop. It feels very nice inside." Jim smeared some
vaseline on his dick; he lifted Francis legs to his chest, placed the head
of his cock to his hole and pushed in. It went smoothly inside his guts
without resistance; in two thrusts, his cock went in to the hilt. Now
without any warning he started fucking Francis and at the same time
masturbating him. They were breathing heavily, so Jim stopped in order to
last that lovely warm sensation as long as possible. Francis extended his
arms and brought his friend to him; they kissed wildly, their tongues mixed
in their mouths. Jim raised himself tenderly and Francis gripped his legs
round Jim's hips; he started thumping his dick in and out, increasing the
pace as he was near his climax. They were screaming in pleasure; suddenly
he noticed how Francis inner muscles squeezed his dick and started spurting
his small load of semen; his first shot splashed on his upper lip. Jim
reached the point of not return and pushed a final thrust until his balls
touched his lover butt. He fell down on Francis chest as his dick was
leaving his load inside his lover. As the previous night, he had done most
of the work, so Francis recovered before his friend and hugged and caressed
Jim's hair and neck; rubbing his back. "It is wonderful to feel full of
you, melted as one, like we are now." After some time, Jim also recovered,
answering his lover.
"It has been lovely, Francis. You are so beautiful?" They kissed
again. When his dick got soft, it came out from Francis. "Well let's
shower; we have a long night ahead." They laughed, got up and went under
the shower; they soaped each other and rinsed with their lips stick and
their tongues in their mouths. When they dried, were again hard. Hand in
hand, they ran to one of the beds and lay down caressing each other.
"Jim, you are great!
"
"You are too, my beautiful Norman." Their dicks were flaccid and
they were watching each other, petting tenderly. "We better get up; I want
to write my weekly letter to my family; I have not mine that probably has
arrived to the school, but never mind, I have many things to tell them."
"Yes, I also need to see those drawings that Jacques sent me, and
then we can go for dinner. However, I'm thinking that perhaps you don't
want to get dressed." Francis said with a wicked grin. Jim took his
friend's cock in his hand and started stroking it slowly as it came to life
again.
"I think it is not only me; there is someone also that doesn't want
to dress, but I'll be hungry within a few minutes. How can you solve that
problem?" Jim asked as he stood.
"Very easy; I'll order dinner here." He stood and pecked Jim as he
added: "Of course you have to wear the bath gown when the waiter comes with
the food." Both laughed.
"That's a lovely idea, I have never experienced having dinner near
naked."
"Near naked? Well, you can wear your birth dress, it is a beautiful
one." Jim opened wide his eyes.
"I suppose you don't pretend to be naked with the waiter serving
dinner, don't you?"
"No. I don't want anyone watching you nude and hard, except me."
We'll serve ourselves. 9:00 pm will be a good time. Do you agree?
"Sure; we have plenty of time to do everything." Francis held the
phone and dialled room services, ordering an extra dinner for two; before
he hanged up Jim told him.
"Please, order a sweet pie with a lot of white cream for four."
Francis nodded, however he was questioning himself who their guests were."
"Do we have guests?"
"No" Jim said giggling. Francis more or less guessed the idea,
however he did not argue. He sat down on a stool on one of the desks where
he spread the large folder containing the drawings. He took a red pencil
and concentrated himself on his work. Jim went to one of the fridges, took
some small fruit juice bottles and two glasses; he made two mixtures adding
a little bit of champagne to each one. Then he tore some roasted almonds
bags and filled two small saucers. He sipped his and with a nod, he agreed
to himself.
"Here you are, my beautiful Norman." He bent himself placing the
service on the desk; his dick pocked Francis's back. He looked back to his
friend with a lovely smile.
"Have you poisoned me?"
"I would do if with that, I could love you more." Francis stood up
and rubbed his friend smooth face cheeks.
"Jim, you won't be able to measure my love for you." He sipped his
glass. "Oh my god! What have you put in here? You are not only a great
cook but also a better barman."
"It is a mixture of fruit juices and a little bit of champagne,
that's all. You won't be able to get drunk; I want you good and fresh
tonight." They laughed happily.
They were tired, and it was early, as they caressed each other; without
feeling it they drifted to sleep a nap. Two hours later Francis roused; he
kissed Jim tenderly and he also woke up surprised.
"What time is it?
"It is not late; we still have time enough to do our chores." Jim
sat down on the other desk and started writing a long letter for Frankie
and John, telling them all what he had seen and done up to that moment in
Paris. He also wrote another one to his parents very much in the same
terms, obviously not describing anything related to his intimate
relationship with Francis; he knew his father did not need any explanation
to guess what they were doing in Paris, besides watching monuments and
museums. It was near 9:00 pm when they finished.
Chapter 16
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They wore on the bathrobes and a couple of minutes later they heard some
knock on the door. Francis said:
"Come in, please." A waitress pushed a silver trolley with covered
items containing their dinner. Francis gave her a good tip. "Thank you,
young lady." She knew who the blond boy was, so she was surprised to
receive such a tip from the hotel owner's son. She thanked him and told she
would be available anytime they wanted her; they only needed to ring the
bell. After she left, Jim went to the door and locked it, hanging the "do
not disturb" panel on the doorknob. They were young and hungry; the dinner
was so abundant that three persons could have dined. Jim put the cover on
the table and placed everything on. They got again on their skin and
started their dinner; consumed a great part of the food, especially all
hot, leaving cold part just in case they needed it later. Before starting
the cream pie, Francis got up and hugged his friend from behind.
"I suppose you have an idea for the tart; if not, I have one." Jim
smiled.
"Yes, I have. Let's go to the main bathroom into the round tub." He
took a knife and made two halves. Smiling he took the tart to the bathroom
followed by Francis that still did not exactly know what his friend wanted
to do. Thinking what was next, their dicks got hard and drooling precum;
once in the large tub Jim said: "I like tart a lot, however I like you
best; I would like to eat you in a bite." He kissed Francis
passionately. He continued: "I'll spread the tart over you and I'll eat it
by licking from your body; the last bite, as it is the best, will be that
on your dick; you can do the same on me. Francis grinned satisfied.
"That was my idea, too. Who will start?"
"Both at the same time until the pie is stick to our bodies." They
laughed because they guessed the fun that would be involved in their play.
They started spreading the tart on each other until their bodies were
covered with white cream. They looked at each other on the large mirror
and laughed making grimaces and mocks as if they were ghosts. They ran
along the room one after the other laughing until they returned into the
large bathtub. Jim took Francis to the floor and both started licking and
sucking each other everywhere: face, nipples, neck, butt? They rolled one
on top of the other until they could not stop. Their contacts have
developed into frenzy need to ejaculate their inner cream; so got into a 69
position; eagerly, took each other balls inside their mouth, and finally
the glorious moments when they took each other cock to suck. After near an
hour having fun, only a couple of minutes took them to explode with their
climaxes, with a long scream as they started spurting their seed inside
each other's mouth. They were breathing like mad to recover their strength
after such an exercise, remaining for ten minutes on their positions. Jim
moved and lay near Francis, caressing him tenderly.
"You are great, my beautiful Norman."
"You are too, my Latin lover. Let's have a quick shower to get rid
of the remaining tart." They showered and returned to the bed; their cocks
were near soft.
"What do you think about the tart's fun?" Jim asked.
"It has been great, Jim! Where did you learn such fun?"
"My dad told me. He explained it to my brother; however they did it
with girls. Francis, can you imagine a young and beautiful girl covered
with white sweet cream? Especially her erected nipples, her buttonhole, and
finally her cunt; and you sucking and eating every part until you finally
end with your dick inside her warm cunt? In a couple of years our skin will
start getting rough and furry; however a girl's will always be as a baby's,
smooth and soft." Jim noticed how Francis sighed and his mouth watered; he
also observed how his dick was now hard, the same as his. Francis moaned a
little.
"I suppose it must be great. Unfortunately we have not any girl to
try it."
"Have you notice you dick is hard as a rock."
"Well, you explain it so convinced?" Jim took his friend's face in
his hands and kissed him tenderly.
"I'll love to kiss your lips forever, no matter if you are a boy or
a man; and if I am sexually attracted to you or not in the future. My love
has nothing to do with sex. I love you because you are the most beautiful
soul in the world, and that will never change. Am I right?" Franc is
caressed his hair and then he kissed his long eyelashes.
"Yes Jim. I believe our relationship is something special. I enjoy
pleasing you and seeing you content, no matter if we have sex or not,
nevertheless I like doing it, and sometimes I think how my life has changed
since I know you, and now, believe it or not, I could not live without you
being separated from me." He paused for a moment and got a little sad, then
continued: "I have thought a lot about our plan to save those little boys'
love. Can you realise what would it means if we fail?"
"We won't fail, my beautiful Norman; you must have faith." Jim said
with determination. "We'll talk later just in case we have missed
anything. If we foresee any possible danger, we can stop it before
happening." They hugged as Jim continued: "I don't know how I will spend
next Christmas without being near you; however I'm comforted when I think
that you will be near your family." Now was Jim the one to get worried. A
dash of sadness went thru his face, for a moment, he thought about his
family and how hard would be to be alone on those important days. Francis
immediately noticed his friend's reaction.
"Jim, for a moment I have seen sadness in your lovely eyes, why?"
"You know me better than myself." He said looking into his
eyes. "Well, perhaps it is a little homesick because I have to remain in
France. I won't go home for Christmas." Francis knew perhaps he had his own
reasons, he could give him money to travel to Spain, but if he offered it
he might hurt his pride; he thought that now was the moment to demonstrate
Jim how much he loved him. Jim continued: "I said to Mr. Hermann and my
family that I would stay in the school because I needed it to improve my
school results and my French.
"But, how can you improve them? Except on religion, you are one of
the brightest students, and every teacher loves having you in his class."
He smiled.
"Well that isn't only referred to me, also to you. It is a question
of discipline. Even if I had the money, I wouldn't go either. I'll stay in
the school." Francis looked into his friend's eyes showing all love he
could muster.
"In that case I'll tell my dad I'll remain in the school with
you. I'll go only a weekend and I'll spend the rest of the time there with
you." Jim opened wide his eyes.
"Are you mad? Christmas is a special time to be with your family;
besides, Charlie is coming from America to see you. You can't do that to
your family. I am only?" Francis kissed Jim tenderly stopping what he was
going to say.
"You are my family, too; and you are alone. They have all
themselves, besides I can go a weekend, and probably you would come with
me?" Then Francis' face illuminated. "Waite a minute!" He took Jim's hands
in his, and then with his best smile he continued: "Jim, please, don't say
no, because I won't admit it. You will spend Christmas with my family!"
"No way; I don't know them; Christmas is a time to spend privately
with the most intimated family."
"In that case you cannot stop me being in the school." Jim
understood his friend's determination and he knew he would lose the battle.
"Francis, please, I love you too much to hurt you, but what about
your family? I am unknown to them."
"Don't be so sure. Probably my dad knows now more about you than
yourself. If it pleases you, I'll ask him formally to invite you. Would
that settle the problem?"
"Well at least?" He could not finish his sentence; Francis sealed
his lips with a long and passionate kiss. Jim responded in the same way,
and in a few minutes, they were engaged in wild petting, their tongues met
in their mouths. Jim tenderly separated his friend.
"Francis, I want you to go inside me, to fuck me, as many would
say." Francis was excited, however he was cold enough to realise what his
friend was telling him. He loved Jim above all and he did not want to hurt
him.
"Jim, I'm not as experienced as you are and probably I'll hurt
you. Honestly, I want to do it to you; but on the other hand, I don't want
to hurt you at all. I love you too much for that." Jim took his friend's
cheeks between his hands, and kissed his red lips.
"Never mind; you gave me the best of you: your virginity, and now I
want to pay you back. Our relationship has become stronger and closer than
two lovers have, we are more than that, you gave me your half and now I
must give you mine; with this we will be one soul, one spirit."
"But Jim, I, I, I don't dare to do it, I may hurt you..."
"Don't worry, my beautiful Norman. Please bring the vaseline, and
let's start. We are harder than rocks and our cocks need a good release."
Francis smiled and pecked Jim on the lips. He reached from the nightstand
the tube of the greasy stuff. Jim rolled and put himself on doggy position
with his head and elbows on the pillow, sticking out his butt. Francis
loved those round smooth globes and could not help starting biting and
licking them. He tried his tongue inside Jim's pucker, he could not go thru
but he tasted the sweet tart still in there and not removed during the
shower. Jim moaned in pleasure when he felt the treatment to this sensible
part of his body. "Come on, Francis. I love what you are doing me, but our
objective is different."
"I know, but I like your cheeks." Jim smiled. Francis took a glob of
vaseline on his forefinger and pushed into Jim's tight rectum. Then he
introduced a new gob, but this time with two fingers. Jim moaned in
pleasure when Francis touched his prostate.
"Uhm? Francis, that feels very good." Francis then took the tube and
spread some on his own dick, smearing it along his hard shaft.
"Jim, I, I am ready." He said near stammering with excitement.
"Francis, I adore you." He raised back and kissed the trembling
boy. "Now go ahead; don't worry, it does not hurt too much and you know
it. Our bodies are near as an adult, however our dicks are still far from
an adult dimensions, especially the girth." Jim returned to his position
showing his friend his pink and quivering butt hole. Francis extended his
left arm round Jim's belly and with the right guided his dick to the
entrance of that strange, for him, hole; now his left hand on Jim's
hips. He pushed hard, and after a second of resistance, his dick went
inside Jim. He gritted his teeth in pain, but he did not say anything,
however Francis had clearly noticed he had hurt his other half.
"Did I hurt you Jim?" Jim was ready to answer no, however he knew
Francis and he could not cheat him; he was too intelligent to deceive him.
"A little bit, my sweet Norman. Don't worry, stay quiet until I get
used to it." After a few moments the pain subsided. "Now, retreat a little
bit and push again, the head must remain inside." Francis was terribly
excited and with some difficulty to control himself. He pushed again hard
as before, and he went entirely inside his friend. Jim moaned in pain and
noticed tears welling up to his eyes. "Francis now it is near over, another
push and everything will be alright." Francis felt ashamed and blushed.
"Jim, I'm sorry, but, but, but I'm entirely inside you."
"That's wonderful! The pain is near gone. In a couple of minutes,
we'll start enjoying it." Jim went flat on the bed with Francis on top of
him. He started kissing Jim on his neck, ears and hair. The pain healed and
he felt a lovely sensation of fullness that he had never felt before.
"Francis, I have never felt like this before; it feels so wonderful with
you!"
"Jim, you are as prettier inside as outside, I can assure you." Jim
enlarged his hands and took Francis' in his. "Jim I'm very hot; I think a
few moves and I will come inside you."
"That's lovely. I feel the same and that would be wonderful because
we can enjoy it longer. This will be the desserts; let's start." Jim raised
his butt, Francis placed his left hand on his friend waist, and his right
one started to stroke Jim's hard dick between his palm and his belly; Jim's
dick now drooling precum made very slippery his strokes. He retrieved his
dick slowly and gave Jim a first thrust to the hilt; both boys started to
gasp and moaning. He again retrieved and inserted his cock in his friend
with a hard thrust.
"Jim, I'm very closed... I'll start shooting in seconds." He said
breathing heavily, and in his third thrust he pushed harder than before as
he reached an early orgasm, starting offloading his cream inside his
friend. Jim stimulated in both sides, as he felt Francis warm milk inside
him, he moaned loudly as he also started expelling his load between
Francis' palm and his tummy. Francis felt the warmth of his lover's cream
and continued rubbing his dick, spreading Jim's semen on his belly and
chest. Jim fell flat on his tummy with Francis on his back. He started
kissing his neck and his ear murmuring: "I love you, I love you." After a
short rest, Jim said:
"Now, my beautiful Norman, the main course is coming." They
smiled. He raised again his butt and both scooted up on the bed, so he was
touching the bed headboard; then he said: "Francis, now I'll start raising
myself and you will do otherwise until you lay on your back." He handled
one of the pillows to him.
"Alright, I want to face and kiss you." Jim smiled as they continued
being very hot; their previous orgasms had not affected their young
capacity to recover. Jim slowly raised himself as Francis lay on his back,
his head on the pillow near the bed footboard. He spread his leg and now
Jim impaled on his friend dick to the hilt, their ball sacks near
touching. Jim started caressing Francis balls and caressing his thighs,
moving himself so that Francis' cock was exploring his premises. Both boys
were in ecstasies moaning in pleasure; however, they wanted to be facing
each other. Jim carefully turned around laying his body on his calves; for
a moment, he contemplated his lover's beauty, then instinctively he bent
down and sealed his mouth on Francis' red lips. They eagerly kissed, their
tongues exploring every corner of the mouth; at the same time Jim started
moving up and down, so his dick was between their slippery tummies, covered
with his previous semen and his abundant precum. Francis moved his arms
round his lover back, caressing his back and massaging his neck. They were
losing their control involved in frenzy of lust gasping and very close to
the final explosion. Suddenly Jim stopped when his lover was just near the
point of no return. Francis stammering and near sobbing said:
"Jim, please, please? don't stop now, I can't?" Jim excited as he
was and gasping pressed his lips on his friend's that took them trying to
eat him.
"I promised you a main course, not just another dessert." Francis
still gasping grinned. They caressed their faces, however Jim was also
excited, so once they had cooled down a little bit, he started again his
moves up and down now being impossible to stop. They were glistening with
sweat, gasping and breathing heavily. He felt how his climax was coming up
from his balls to the tip of his dickhead. He raised himself tossing his
head back as Francis took his dick in one hand and his ball sack in the
other jacking him off. Francis' could not stop his orgasm; he arched his
hips, stopped breathing and groaned loudly as a wolf in the night.
"Jim!!!"
"Francis!!!"
Jim started shooting his load, as he had never done before; his first shot
landed on Francis open mouth, the second on his chin and some others on his
chest, and finally on his fist still instinctively stroking his friend. Jim
that had carried out the big effort dropped himself near fainted on top of
Francis chest, his head on his friend's right shoulder, murmuring very slow
loving words. Before Francis could realise, Jim was asleep. He positioned
himself so he could breathe easily, and in a few moments, he also was rock
asleep.
Eight hours later, round 6:00 in the morning Jim woke up; he had rested
comfortably near on top of Francis; he felt the need to pee, so he got up
and after relieving himself; he felt the wetness in his butt as he returned
to their bed. Francis was peacefully rock asleep with his erected dick
pointing out to the ceiling. He contemplated his beautiful features and
kissed him softly on the lips; he did not move. With this stimulations
Francis woke up, enlarged his arms, and brought Jim to his chest, kissing
him on his cheeks and ears.
"Good morning my lovely Latin"
"Good morning "Mon petit Coeur." Jim then fell on his right side
dragging Francis with him; giving his back to him. He raised his left leg
giving him a better access to fuck him from behind. Francis started going
in and out his greasy dick into his friend butt; at the same time his left
hand took hold of Jim's dick. This time they did not stop, but after eight
hours rest, they were fully recovered and their actions lasted a few
minutes. Francis pushed his dick in a final thrust into his lover orifice
ejaculating his cream inside Jim's butt with a loud moan. Jim felt his
friend's thrust and the warmth of his semen starting spurting his own load
on the bed. Some minutes later, they drifted again to sleep cuddled in a
warmth embrace as two tea spoons.
Chapter 17
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Near four hours later, they woke up yawning and stretching out their arms.
"Good mornings, my sweet heart?" Francis said.
"Good morning "Mon petit Coeur." Francis smiled and jabbed his
lover. "I'm starving."
"Me, too. I'll ask for a large English breakfast; however we need to
shower before. We must stink."
"What I need now is some cream from a little cow." Saying this Jim
jumped laughing and started making ticklish to Francis that could not
resist his friend's caresses. Jim took Francis' dick in his mouth and
started sucking it; Francis extended his arms and grabbed Jim butt to him,
engulfing his now erect cock in his mouth in a 69 position. Soon they were
gasping and breathing heavily as they sucked each other eagerly. Jim felt
his orgasm approaching and he did nothing to stop it. He stopped breathing
and pushed forward his dick into Francis' mouth; at the same time, he felt
how Francis pressed his cock in his mouth, near gagging him as he exploded
squirting his seed. They continued sucking each other until their dicks got
soft; however none of them swallowed the semen. When Jim assumed he could
not extract any more juice from his lover, he broke the 69.
"That's a lovely dessert" Francis said smiling.
"Yes it was. Now we need a shower." Jim jumped from the bed and went
to the large bathroom. Francis extended his hand to the phone and dialled
room services. He ordered English breakfast for two, in half an hour." He
joined his friend, and both together showered laughing and joking happily,
as normally near 14 y/o boys would do. They dried and wore the white thick
bath gown. In a couple of minutes, two waiters came with two large silver
trays with breakfast. They retrieved the trolley from the previous night
and left. Jim locked the door and they got again naked. They tickled each
other while having breakfast, having a great time. When they finished, lay
on the bed on their backs staring to the ceiling.
"I'll never forget these days Francis. Thanks for the happiness and
for your love. I never thought a nice and beautiful boy would exist to this
extent." Francis laid his left elbow on the bed and caressed Jim's face
tenderly.
"It is not you the one to thank, Jim. You have changed my life; I'm
a different person since I knew you. I've been a very shy child and boy
since I can remember, and very sad since my 10th birthday. I used to be a
happy and content child; however, from that date I started to look at boys
and girls in a different manner. I wanted to play with their dicks and with
their cunts, but my shyness prevented me to do it, and I did not find the
boy or girl that might have helped me as you have done. I started to close
into my shell, rejecting the help that could come from my family,
especially from my intelligent sister, to whom I worship. My dad and Uncle
Carl have been devoted to my sister and me, and I would never thank them
enough for their dedication; nevertheless, you have brought the light into
my life; and got rid of my sadness forever. That has no price, at least for
me. We have gone very far in our relationship and I'm so proud of you that
I wouldn't mind to spread it to the four winds that you are my lover." Jim
could not help as his eyes blurred. He caressed his friend's face with the
back of his hand.
"We are one soul, remember? You have ended up my pride and only you
have fully enjoyed my body. No matter what the future will be; I'll be
ready to receive you into me, nobody else, even if I don't like it, because
that's more an expression of love than sex, and I love you with all my
heart, Francis." That tenderness got them cuddle in their arms, in a long
and gently hug. Curiously, their dicks were not fully erect.
"Please from now on, don't reject my help because you know I do as
one soul would do to another."
"I know that, Francis, and I promise you I will honestly explain you
if I have to reject your help, but you can be absolutely sure that I'll
never hurt you in any way." Francis began rubbing his black silky hair. Jim
took his hands and kissed them. While he was holding his hands, a dream he
repeatedly had, came to his memory as he smiled.
"You have smiled, is it something funny?
"No. It is just a fine dream that I have had several times during
the past month."
"May I know it? I have read some books regarding the interpretation
of dreams from the science point of view. There is nothing certain, but
some times it has been a good tool to find out some mind problems.
"You are scaring me. On the other hand, my dream is a pleasurable
one."
"Do you mean it gets you to a wet dream?" Francis giggled.
"Oh no! It is just a good one." He paused for some instants. "I
always see a blond girl, I cannot see her face because she is covered with
a mask, and however, I can see her eyes that are blue, as yours. She has
long blond hair, yet it isn't as white as yours, but like gold or summer
straw. It is combed with a graceful ponytail with a silk green lace holding
it."
"Is she nude?" Francis asked, taking a pad and pencil, apparently to
take notes.
"Oh no!" Jim flushed as if he was spoiling the girl. "She is
beautifully dressed, and this is the best part of the dream. She wears a
dark red short-sleeved velvety dress; it has a white handmade broidered
stripe round the neck, and them from the shoulders to the bottom edge,
going exactly on top of his small lemon breasts. She also has a light green
silk lace round her waist, the same as she has fastening her blond hair
ponytail. She also wears white socks up to her round knees and flat pale
blue shoes, as her eyes. She must be round our age, and according to the
mask, she has a near oval face. Ah! I forgot: she always wears a little
white rose fastened to her dress over her heart."
"You have done a fair description of her. Did she tell you
anything?"
"Oh yes! That's why I can remember the dream. She always says she
loves me. She extends her hands to me and I can feel how smooth and lovely
her skin is. Last time she permitted me to kiss her hands on both sides;
she had a little scar on her right thumb that disappeared when my lips
touched it. She then said: "You are an angel and that's why I adore you."
When I try to get rid of her mask to kiss her, I woke up and I find my dick
hard as a rock. That's all. Do you have any idea?"
"Yes, I have. It is not strange at our age to have those sorts of
dreams that normally leads to night pollution. We are maturing and our
bodies are fixing up our ideal. It clearly shows what your taste is in your
ideal female grounds. The white part of the dress shows the purity that you
expect to find on her; it has nothing to do with sex, but you expect she
loves you as you love her. I can't find an explanation to the red colour,
except that you need to fuck someone right now... and that is me." Francis
put away the tab and grabbed Jim's face. They were again very hot and hard;
so rolled on the bed kissing and touching each other, their dicks started
drooling precum. "Please Jim, enter me, I need to feel you inside me."
"Okay, let me put some vaseline"
"No, don't use it, do it natural, only with your juice."
"But that will hurt you some." Jim argued.
"Don't worry, we stretched enough and our dicks are not so thick to
hurt." Jim was now on top of Francis, he rolled him so he faced the sheets;
sticking his butt on the air for him. He squeezed his own dick smeared his
precum on Francis pucker.
"Mon petit Coeur, are you sure you want like this? I'm ready."
"Yes; I'm too. Go ahead." Jim positioned his dick to the entrance,
placed his hands on Francis hips and pushed hard. In a single thrust, he
buried his long tool inside his friend. Francis moaned a little in pain but
the pleasure overwhelmed him so he didn't notice the pain. Jim started
bobbing his dick and at the same time, jacking Francis off; he remained
with the head buried in the pillow. When they were near their climaxes, Jim
stopped. They were breathing hard. Once cooled down Jim said:
"Let's do as we did last night."
"Oh yes!" Francis said. One minute later they had switched position,
Francis was impaled and kissing his partner round his face. He bent down
and started fucking himself and his dick between both bodies masturbating
at the same time. No one could then stop those wild boys making love. A
bomb would not have stopped them. They continued their moves, the springs
of the bed squeaking complaining, until they reached that tremendous orgasm
with a loud groan as a wounded animal. Francis fell on top of his lover
exhausted and near fainted gasping for air. Cuddled like that, they got
into a lovely bliss nap for about an hour. The phone rang and woke them up
from their bliss. Francis held the receiver:
"Yes"
"It is me, Francis. Uncle Carl is also listening to you. I suppose
you have had a good time, however we want to apologise because we didn't
go." In that moment uncle Carl that was on line, interrupted him. "Don't be
stupid Charles, they didn't need us for anything, am I right, son?" Francis
blushed and Jim watched him closely.
"Well Uncle Carl, I, I, we? we'll talk this over personally."
"It is alright Francis. We are very, very happy with the news from
the school. You and Jim will be in the honour pad as two of the best
students during the past months."
"Thanks, but there is nothing important on it. We'll have time to
discuss it."
"Okay. Please pass me on Jim; we want to talk to him too." Francis
handled the receiver to Jim.
"It is my dad and Uncle Carl. They want to talk to you." Jim
surprised took hold of the phone.
"Good morning Sirs."
"Good morning Jim. Glad to hear you. Jim we just want to thank and
congratulate you for your success in the school and for the help to
Franõ€'—ise."
"Sorry sir, but I have received from him more help than I can do to
him; besides, he deserves anything. You can bet for it."
"Thanks for your sincerity Jim. We would like to talk personally to
you and not by phone; therefore, we would much appreciate if you can come
to our house, at least in a weekend. We want to know you. I suppose this is
a bad time due to Christmas proximity and that you are looking forward to
see your family; however, anytime before or after Christmas we will be very
glad receiving you."
"I thank you sir for your kindness. I must be honest to you. I'm not
travelling to Spain, I'll remain in the school, and therefore anytime you
want me I'll be ready. I would lie if I say I don't want it, because Fran?
Franõ€'—ise has told me so many things regarding Normandy that I'm
much obliged for your invitation."
"That's great!" Uncle Carl interfered. "Jim, we would much
appreciate if you could spend Christmas with us." Francis' dad added.
"I, I, don't know sir?" he doubted. "I don't want to disturb..."
"Jim, we are sincere when we are inviting you; as far as we know,
you are a little gentleman; therefore that's not an objection."
"Alright sir, I, I'll be there. Thanks again."
"Goodbye Jim."
"Goodbye, sir, and thanks again." They hanged the phone, then Jim
looked at his friend, however Francis lifted his hands up.
"I have nothing to do?" Before he could react, Jim pushed him on the
bed and started making ticklish him all over. They laughed loudly, but soon
Jim, without saying a single word started nibbling Francis on his neck, and
his earlobes, then came down his nose, cheeks and chin, teasing his
friend. Francis squirmed in pleasure, as he was stimulated on those
sensible parts. Jim missed his mouth and went to Francis armpits, licking
with his tongue. He liked the flavour and the smell of soap of Francis. The
boy never thought that his armpits were so erotic; he was trembling in
delight with his lover's touch. Jim continued to his nipples, licking and
sucking one while pinching the other. His tongue now travelled to his navel
and then to his ball sack; he took one ball each time and sucked
them. Their young dicks were again hard and spilling precum; he continued
his journey down to Francis' thighs licking inside while his hands wandered
over his crotch, but without touching his dick. He put in his mouth
Francis' toes, slowly sucking one after the other. Francis was shivering,
his body tensing every time Jim licked those sensible parts. He was gasping
and moaning.
"Please, Please, Jim; end this torture." But Jim continued; he went
up again and took Francis hard cock in his mouth; he gyrated offering
Francis his dick that took with anxiety in his mouth. They sucked each
other, and after some minutes, Jim noted how Francis body tensed and arched
his hips with a spasm, spurting his cream in his mouth. Stimulated by this,
Jim felt his climax building and half a minute later he moaned loudly,
shooting his milk into Francis mouth. He corrected his position, leaving
Francis dick getting flaccid; their mouths glued passionately mixing their
hot creams, as they liked. When relaxed, Jim caressed his lover's silky
hair tenderly.
"Thank you, Francis." The boy opened wide his blue eyes.
"I have done nothing to thank about. We better get up and dress,
otherwise we will be here the whole day." Jim grinned.
"It wouldn't be a bad idea." He started again tickling Francis. "Do
you think we need a new shower? Jim asked.
"No. I like our body smell." Francis stood and took Jim underwear
and he wore it on himself.
"Hey! you are taking my underwear."
"Remember, we are now one; since we are the same size, from now on
we'll wear indifferently our clothes. I'm sure I will be hard the whole day
only feeling your underwear on me."
"Good idea, but remember it is your idea." They laughed and
continued dressing in the woollen school tracksuit. It was now near noon,
however they had not much to do, except walk, enjoying the lovely chilly
day, have lunch and return to the school. They prepared their back packages
and left, leaving at the reception the folder for Jacques; they would come
later to pick up their stuffs. Hand in hand, they happily walked along the
large boulevards; leafless trees were showing the coming winter signals,
however, for Jim and Francis it was a lovely spring day. They chatted,
about everything, especially about their return to the school and the
coming Christmas. In a moment they were walking along a large park, they
sat down on a bench near a little lake, looking at each other. Francis then
said:
"Jim, I'll never be tired looking at you."
"Perhaps, but I have watched many adults and non adults looking at
you, I think they would eat you rather than me." Francis laughed and Jim
grinned.
"I don't mind, they will never get what is yours." Again, they
laughed and started tickling each other. Walking and laughing the time
elapsed very quick and felt the need to eat something. They were not far
from the great Arch and Jim admired the beauty of that building.
"Not far from here, there is a self-service restaurant, I like it
because it has lovely corners where lovers sat or near hide from view to
kiss or other things. Jim tickled his friend:
"Didn't you have enough last night and this morning?" Jim said
smiling.
"Well, I'll never be fed up of you. I would start again right
now. However, I prefer our intimacy. It is more comfortable in private."
"Yes, you are right." They entered in the restaurant that was near
full. After passing the counter and pay, they looked for a place to sit; in
that moment, on the bottom, two couples raised from their seats with their
empty trays and they went to take the free places; however Francis spun
himself and saw a couple of boys kissing a peck. The younger boy looked at
him and their eyes met; the boy blushed and Francis did not stare gain to
them.
"Jim, look carefully to those boys hidden in the corner." Jim very
carefully looked thru the corner of his eyes to that point."
"Oh, we know them! They are the boys we fought to some weeks ago;
probably they are spending the weekend with their families. It has nothing
in particular."
"Are you sure? Then, why were they kissing a minute ago?" Jim got
surprised. They used to tease me and now we discover they are kissing in
public."
"Well, forget that. It is their life." Francis looked tenderly to
Jim.
"Every day I must love you more. You have a very infrequent virtue,
to forgive those who offend you."
"Don't forget that you have taught me that virtue. I forgave them
because you did before me." Francis near in a whisper said on Jim's ear.
"I would kiss you right here." He slipped his hand under the table
and pressed Jim's. They smiled. However, suddenly they saw the two
Parisians approaching. They stood to greet them. The older named Richard
said:
"Hey boys! May we to sit down near you?"
"Oh yes, why not?" Jim said. Both boys blushed as they sat down with
their respective trays. The younger bent his head and then looked into
Francis' eyes.
"You, you... you won't say anything, do you? We are ashamed of what
we did to you and again we apologise for it." Francis extended his hand and
touched the younger boy's.
"Paul, we have forgotten everything about that incident. On what
your behaviour here is concerned, it is your private life, and listen, no
one has the right to interfere it. Please, trust on us; we have seen
nothing." Jim them intervened as he saw how Paul was near to start sobbing:
"Come on, let have a good lunch; I'm hungry." The boys laughed as
the situation distended; Paul and Richard relaxed, too. They chatted and
when the lunch was over, Richard said:
"I love a coffee. May I invite you?"
"Please" Jim said. They left the restaurant and went to one of the
many cafes of Paris; they sat in a corner on a comfortable couch. Richard,
extending his hand took in his Paul's, and then he said.
"We love each other since Paul was ten, however this hypocrite
society would strongly condemn us, including our own families and the
fucking bastard of the priest in the school. We hate him." Jim was tempted
to say they were also in love; however he did not know them well and chose
to wait. Months later, the four boys would become the strongest gang in the
school, together with the boys from Marseille. Francis smiled.
"You should take care of your words." All four boys laughed as he
continued now a little bit more serious. "We hope this situation won't last
forever; times will come when homosexuality must be seen as a normal
situation of the human being. You have not chosen your feelings; they came
with your bodies, then why don't they accept it as normal? On the other
hand, still you may change..." Paul interrupted Francis.
"No Franõ€'—ise; I love Richard and he loves me; we are
absolutely sure about our feelings." Francis didn't like to argue because
that seemed to be his own situation, however now he was not one hundred per
cent sure; he only knew he loved Jim with all his heart. He then said:
"Well, time is gone and we must go to our hotel to pick up our
luggage and catch the school bus. My dad has gone and we are on our own for
a few hours."
"If you don't mind Francis, my dad's car is waiting outside; it can
take us either to the bus or directly to Orleans."
"We prefer to the bus" Jim said.
"In that case, we will take the bus, too," Paul added.
Chapter 18
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They did as said and soon all four were sat on their respective seats on the bus and running to
the school. It was night when they arrived. They checked in, and went to their rooms. Once in
there, Jim took Francis from behind and hugged him; Francis reciprocated his lover.
"I like being hugged, Jim."
"Me, too; my sweet Norman." They prepared and went for a walk before going to the
dinning room for dinner. It was dark, however he could see in the little forest surrounding the
library a little light that went on and off, when they started walking to the light it went off as they
approached. Noah and Christian were hidden there, and as they were nearer, they kissed.
"Good evening, rascals, enjoying darkness?" Jim asked.
"Yes, we have not any alternative, we knew you liked to walk before dinner and were
sure you would come here." The two younger boys were with their hands entwined and round
each other waist.
"I like this little boy too much." Christian said kissing his friend on the cheek.
"Am I a little boy? I'm a month older than you are, however I love you even more than
you love me." Saying this he took Christian in his arms and kissed him passionately as Jim had
taught them.
"It seems you learn very quickly." Jim said. "Please Noah, how things are getting on?
He looked at his lover tenderly saying.
"Christian, do you promise not to be jealous?" The other boy kept silent; then staring to
Jim, he said: "Things are perfect; on Friday he jacked me off and wanted me to go to his cell. I
innocently rejected, I told him that Monday evening, after the service I would come to the
church, he would suck me better than my cousin did." Christian pressed his hand.
"That bastard! I don't want him to touch you, you are mine." Noah caressed his friend
hair and gave a quick peck.
"Christian, you must realise I'm an actor, you told that; I must perform my roll perfectly,
but believe me, you are my heart's owner and nobody else." Christian thus comforted Noah.
"Okay." Francis said. "I'm getting hard with your petting. In that case, you don't need to
make any signals tomorrow. Further instructions: if we succeed, and I don't have any doubt
about it, you will go to our room straightaway. Under any circumstance you can release a single
word of our project, before and after complying it, is it clear? We don't want to put at risk any
person. I'll handle the situation myself." Christian and Noah looked at each other and said:
"We don't need to swear; however we promise for our hearts that our mouths will be
shut forever."
"Okay, let's separately go to the dinning room. You Noah go round the library and you
Christian to the opposite side." The two younger boys pressed their hands and left. They had
dinner, and as they were tired, returned to their room and soon drifted to sleep; however, Jim
had received a letter from his family and read it before lights went off.
"They all send you their best regards, especially John and Frankie; they say I must kiss
you on the lips on their behalf, so I must comply it." He stood up and kissed Francis a long and
tender good night kiss. Monday went by without any circumstance to mention about. After
finishing classes, all boys involved in swimming met at the swimming pool for their training.
None of them made any approach as they watched the priest sat down enjoying the view of so
much young flesh; in a moment, he met Noah's eyes and the boy smiled at him reassuring him
that he would meet him after the training.
Noah was in a corner and Francis at the other; he made several dives with his fist clenched;
they smiled and continued their exercises; however, as the priest saw the coach entering, he
stood and left. Sport ended at 6:00 pm and dinner was served at 8:00; the
students used this gap to do some homework, or just relax; others to go the
chapel.
Christian was the first to enter in the church and he hided behind the
provisional confession box. A few minutes later arrived Noah dressed in his
comfortable tracksuit and sat not far from Christian. Preys ended and
students started to leave the church; the priest came and sat behind Noah
that seemed concentrated in his preys, however, he was well alert watching
the man. When the last boy left, he whispered on Noah ear, his voice
trembling.
"Are you ready for my demonstration?"
"Yes father."
"Come on; let's enter in the sacristy near the altar." He put his
right arm round Noah's shoulders and pressed him to his side. Noah felt the
need to reject that, but he thought he was an actor, so he looked at the
priest and grinned. The man full of confidence continued with the boy
attached to him; his dick growing fast and now tenting his cassock. He
locked the church's door with the bolt and entered in the sacristy; he
wanted also to lock the door, however he thought the boy might suspect
about such precautions or even worst, to scared himself; after all, the
main door was locked. He did not close totally the entrance, but left a
crack. As soon as they were inside, the priest took off his cassock and
started rubbing Noah chest. He slid his hands under the boy's clothes, his
left hand started rubbing Noah's little fatty nipples; his right wondered
down to his underwear; he missed it, and dragged Noah to the large couch
and lay him on top on the comfortable sofa. Noah started to enjoy the
priest's expert touches and he moaned in pleasure, this reassured the
priest because his main objective was to get the boy to enjoy his actions;
that would eventually guarantee future visits.
Christian could hear his heart beating into his chest. As soon as they
entered in the room he remained for a couple of minutes sat, then silently
he approached the chapel's door, he could hear his friend's moans of
pleasure. An attack of jealous came to his young heart; he clenched his
fists in desperation. "You fucking bastards!" He murmured for himself,
tears blurring his eyes. He was near to enter in the room and kick the
priest and Noah because he was betraying their love; however he remembered
how good an actor his friend was, so, he went to the main door and run the
bolt silently. Francis immediately entered, locking again the door. He saw
the boy's tears and guessed what his problem was. In a whisper, he said to
Christian.
"Remember, he is an exceptional and talented actor, and he has to
interpret the roll of his life. That will mean you being together, so
please take it easy and don't spoil our work and put at risk Noah." The boy
sighed, however he was not totally convinced as they approached the
sacristy's door.
The priest's dick was pushing the boy's butt from behind; after rubbing his
smooth thighs he cupped with his right hand totally the boy's pack,
starting rubbing up and down Noah's crotch. Noah moaned loudly, as the
priest masturbated him, he was not faking; however, that could betray
him. He closed his eyes and his thoughts went to his friend that was
outside suffering. He knew how jealous his Christian was. The man could
not resist anymore at the boy smooth and lovely body; he tried to retain
those moments, his cock started spurting his semen within his clothes. He
closed his eyes for a moment but thought that he must give pleasure to his
boy. He took his shoes off, dragged his clothes to his ankles and then
out. Noah was now naked waist down with his erected cock inviting the
priest to suck it; as the man had planned.
"Stand up. I'll improve your cousin. Do you like up to now? Noah
near a whisper said:
"It feels wonderful, I, I never though it... it was so good, but I
need a release, my thing is very hot." The priest grinned.
"Not for too long." The priest said grinning. He kneeled in front
of the little boy; placed his left hand between the smooth thighs and
engulfed totally the boy pack into his mouth. His expert tongue started
caressing Noah's dickhead, his hands cupping the boy's butt cheeks. Noah
was very close to a tremendous climax as the priest tried to put his finger
inside Noah's anus; Noah grabbed the priest head and pushed it to his
crotch as a loud moan involuntarily escaped from the child's throat as the
orgasm hit his young body with a spasm.
"Ahg!!!.
Suddenly the door opened; Francis and Christian could see the priest's
mouth full of Noah's meat. He was so engulfed on sucking the little boy's
penis that did not notice the presence of the boys. Christian had been
advised and prepared, but the jealous and the scene in front of him were
too much for his young mind. He screamed in despair with his lovely face
covered with tears:
"No!!! Noah!!! No!!!"
Noah saw them and started to cry, the priest alarmed moved his head and
watched the two boys standing in amazement; Francis with his mouth agape,
astonished; and Christian crying.
"Sorry... sir, we thought?" They spun and ran outside. They heard
how the man called them.
"Boys, boys?!" Noah was really crying loudly as he had seen the
expression of disappointment and pain on his little lover's face.
"Oh! Now they'll tell everybody?"
"Don't worry son. They won't tell anybody, I promise you. Please
get dressed and go to your room." The priest said trembling and confused.
Christian had not been able to bear the view of his lover with his head
back, his locks hanging from his head as he enjoyed the priest's suck. He
ran, and as planned, entered in Jim's room, throwing himself on one of the
beds crying inconsolably, his fists clenched pushing the pillow in an
attack of despair and jealous.
"You bastard, you bastard, why do I love you? Why?" Jim did not
know what to do; he caressed the boy's hair and kissed his head. Christian
jumped onto his lap and hugged him very tight sobbing, as a river of tears
rolled on his beautiful cheeks. "Oh Jim, we loved each other and today I
have seen him enjoying with the priest as he sucked him." He said
stammering. In that moment, Francis arrived and he caressed the sobbing
boy.
"Please Christian; it isn't the first time that you cry. Do you
remember when he acted in your school down your homeland? He did so perfect
that you cried out as a baby. Now you are a little man and he had made what
no one could do for you: to risk himself to get both of you together. He
truly loves you more than anything."
"You are right, Francis." Noah said as he entered in the room. He
went to the bed and hugged his friend very, very tight, still his cheeks
wet with tears. Their mouths met and kissed tenderly. "I love you Christian
and you know that." Christian melted seeing his boy so close to him. He
started to sob but he grabbed Noah to him and they hugged very tight.
"Sorry Noah, I'm ashamed, but you were so happy and enjoying?" Noah
kissed his friend stopping him to continue.
"I can't deny I was enjoying it, but I had to represent my roll
and, as you had seen, I was with my eyes closed, thinking that you were the
one sucking me. You and only you make me happy, like I'm now." Noah had not
said the whole truth, but he loved his friend and he did not want to hurt
him; they still had a lot to learn from others, and the priest had a large
experience. Christian eyes sparked in delight, his dick had not been
touched and he was hard as a rock.
"Please Noah, let's do something." He whispered his friend "I want
either you fuck me or I fuck you." Francis and Jim were close enough to
guess what was on, besides the little boy deserved his compensation.
"Little boys, you have acted as real men, so as a warrior after a
battle, you need to enjoy and release your tensions. You have half an hour
before we go for dinner. We'll guard you." Jim and Francis grinned, closing
the door behind them; remaining outside talking. They started discussing
next steps to follow. As soon as the door closed, the two little boys got
naked. Noah said:
"I want to wash myself to get rid of the priest's saliva on my
dick." Christian went behind him with his rod sticking out like a harrow,
starting to kiss him on the back and massaging his butt cheeks. Noah took
some soap and smeared on his friend dick, his touches made Christian to
quiver. They ran to the bed, Noah put his head on the pillow and raised his
legs to his chest. Christian took seconds to enter his dick in him. He was
so in need that he immediately started bobbing his friend and in one minute
he reached his first dry climax. Still breathing and gasping he said:
"Now it is your turn, Noah."
"No, do it again to me and jack me off, I'm half." Christian did
not need further instructions. Immediately he started thrusting his friend
as a rabbit; it took a little longer but soon both were engulfed in moans
and gasps as they were coming closer to their mutual orgasms. Jim then
peeked thru the door and said in slow voice:
"Hey boys, keep moans muffled, they might hear you on the other
side of the school." They stopped for a moment, but were too excited now
and soon moans started again, however they tried to keep them in a low
volume. After near half an hour and three dry orgasms, the boys were
exhausted and their bodies glistening with sweat. They relaxed, had a quick
shower together and got dressed. Francis told them.
"Now, listen to me carefully: you can't say a single word, no
matter who ask you, even the Head Master. If he insists, you Noah can say
that the priest seduced you, but nothing else. You Christian: you were
with me and I had invited you to the chapel to pray; nothing else. I'll
handle this myself. If he presses you, you must say that you want your dads
with you.
"But I don't want my dad be present!" Noah said.
"I know; you must continue performing. He doesn't know it and he
may fear your dad's intervention, however, I'm sure you won't be questioned
at all. Now, if you want, you can go together to have dinner; you don't
need to fear anything, nevertheless, you must behave as two good boys that
are in the honour pad." They grinned wickedly and ran outside happily
before going together to the dinning room.
Chapter 19
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The priest was white and seriously concerned when Noah left; he could not
understand how he had been caught sucking the boy, so he finally got to the
conclusion that this was not a mere accident, but a trap organized by
someone. He did not admit to himself that the boys could prepare such a
devil act. He thought that, as some other cases in other schools, the
Church was powerful enough to stop anything; however he should report to
the director immediately in order he could take the necessary steps. He
went to the main office and asked to see the director that immediately
received him.
"Can I help you, priest?" The Principal never called him father; he
was old enough to surrender to the Church, besides he was agnostic.
"I, I, I just came to inform you that? that?" He did not dare to say
what he was trying to say.
"I'm sorry, but I'm busy?"
"Well director, I was with a boy, let's say caressing him and?" The
director cringed and stopped the priest.
"I know you are very fond of boys, but that's very common amongst
you, priests. However, this is a special school where many ministers,
presidents and kings have studied during the past five hundred years;
besides many sponsor whiz boys who demonstrated bright intelligences. This
institution always respected the privacy and freedom of our students, until
you came two years ago with your absurd new rules. Now, let me know what
you were doing and what has happened. The priest blushed, he could not
admit the director tone, and however, he was furious but was clever enough
and knew he had to act carefully.
"In fact I, I was sucking a little boy's penis as he asked me; in
that moment two other boys came into the sacristy where we were and caught
us in?"
"And you were so silly? first, to do that in our school, and second,
being so confident to leave your door open. I thought you were smarter,
but?" The priest was full of rage:
"I took precautions and the door was locked; I believe it is a trap
to?" The Director interrupted him.
"A trap? Of course it has probably been organized by the communists
to damage Catholic Church's prestige!" The director grinned. "This, most
likely, would be the reaction of your bosses. However, we gain nothing
arguing. Let me know who are the boys and I'll try to stop it before that
spread in the school." That made sense to the priest that calmed down.
"I don't exactly know their names, but they are familiar to me
because are in the honour panels." The director shuddered in surprise.
"Are you sure of that?"
"Near; please show me the pictures." The director showed him
duplicate panels, and the clergyman pointed out the three of them. The
director opened wide his eyes as a sad grimace appeared on his face. He
looked worried.
"Are you absolutely sure about these boys?"
"Yes. Why?
"Why?" The director shouted full of rage, as he continued: "You are
a fucking stupid! The elder one is Franõ€'—ise Lambert; his
father and his uncle are considered among the most prestigious lawyers of
this country and in Europe, besides very rich. The boy you have seduced is
Noah Clipper; his father own and lead the most influent newspaper in the
South of France, and he is a socialist. In addition, the third is Christian
Martin, son of a rich banker in the South, close friend of Mr. Clipper. "Do
you realise what would happen to this school and to your Church if that
little boy speaks to his father? I'll tell you. The scandal would be
enormous. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time for your church, because
some other times they have concealed the problem, but in this case would be
different. Besides, the election of the new President would be put at risk,
and with that, the large amount of money that his Government provides to
the Catholic Church. If a socialist or communist president were elected,
due to the scandal, that could be the end of your church in this country;
at least all of its prerogatives."
"But Catholic Church has enough power to stop this." The priest
timidly argued. The old man laughed with sarcasm.
"In that case, I'll call the police just now. I'm old enough and I
have survived two wars; so I wouldn't put at risk my prestige and what is
more important, the prestige of this school. May I remind you this
institution is traditionally been administered by the Catholic Church, but
is owned and sponsored by a group of eminent republican persons." The
priest had a reflection and staring at his opponent, he said:
"What do you suggest?"
"First of all, you are right; you have been trapped by a well
organized group of bright students, nothing to do with anybody from
outside. You must put down in writing what has really happened. Then who
sent you to this school, because we know you are a pederast, and however,
you detested your job. Make two copies of your report, and sign them. Then
you will resign and leave the school immediately, finishing your task in
this institution. I'll keep that paper in my power, copy of it will
secretly be shown to your bosses, so they can take the necessary actions
against you, though I believe they are the ones to be blamed; you are a
mere pawn. If we stop all this, you may be sent back to your country or to
one of our colonies, where you may have enough boys for your
activities. You have a second alternative, do nothing. In this case, I'll
call the Police just now, and tomorrow the boys' parents. You probably will
be jailed and subject to a sentence in prison for at least twelve years."
The priest thought during a few seconds.
"Director, give me your portable typewriter, I'll do what you have
suggested in the first place." The priest made two documents: the report
and his resignation; he then signed them and handled to the director; the
man read them carefully and placed into his iron safe. "Thanks for your
help, director. I trust on your word."
"Now I tell you something else." The priest stared with terror to
the old man. "For your own security and the sake of your church, keep your
mouth shut about this, no matter who asks you about, except of course, your
bishop." The priest could not understand why the director was trying to
help him; perhaps he was a mere pawn, too; as he told him. He thought.
"Thanks, director. I'll keep a dead silence."
"Good luck, priest." They did not shake hands. While the priest was
leaving the school, the director, called his assistant. "Please, bring
Mr. Franõ€'—ise Lambert to my office; he must be in his room. A
few minutes later Francis was at his presence, he was surprised not seeing
any other boy in there. The director shut the door and motioned Francis to
sit down.
"Thank you Sir."
"I suppose you know why I have called you."
"Yes sir." The man stared with affection and tenderness to the young
and intelligent boy.
"Look Franõ€'—ise, I cannot sit down and discuss in
details now, tomorrow we'll have time enough. This is a very serious
matter. I want you to promise me that no a single word will be spread in
the school or transmitted to anyone, including your families, until I speak
with you tomorrow."
"Sir, only four persons, besides you and father Callaghan know
it. You can trust on me and my roommate to whom I have told all about;
however I cannot say the same for the little children while they are
sleeping." The director looked puzzled to Francis.
"Why not, Francis?"
"Because both of them speak out when they are dreaming, so their
room mates can learn about it. It is a possibility and a risk, sir."
"Well, that can be overcome by putting them together."
"That's a good idea, sir. They have been separated since some time
after their arrival to the school, now they will appreciate your
action. These children have been together from the moment they were in the
kindergarten."
"We'll talk it over tomorrow." He lifted the phone and made a
call. "Marcel, please, proceed to change?" He hanged down the phone and
addressed to Francis: "I'll see you tomorrow during the morning
break. Don't ask anyone to come. That's all. Good night son." He extended
his old hand and shook Francis'. The boy sighed satisfied; at least things
were as they had planned, well, at least up to now; he thought. He returned
to his room where Jim was trembling waiting for him.
"What's up, Francis? I'm trembling like a jelly cake." Francis
reached out and hugged his lover softly.
"Thanks for caring and for your idea. Things go all right. The best
is that Christian and Noah will sleep together tonight." Jim grinned
nervously.
"I'm glad for them." Francis, slowing his voice, said:
"I had to lie to the director, telling him they speak aloud when
they are dreaming. He had made me to promised that no a single word will be
spread in the school until he speaks to me tomorrow."
"That has a logic aim. This is a very serious matter and wants to
keep it secret."
"You are a fucking clever, my friend. That's what he said." Jim
grinned to his friend for the compliment. Now let's have dinner and warn
the boys." They went to the dinning room, and met Christian and Noah
chatting happily as Marcel approached them.
"Look little gentlemen, following orders from the director, from
now on you have the same room, number fourteen, and your stuff is already
there. We must repair a problem on your old rooms." Then Noah with a sad
grimace on his face, said:
"I regret it a lot, my roommate is a good guy." In that moment,
Christian kicked him on his shin under the table; he screamed in
pain. Marcel puzzled said:
"What's the matter with you?" Christian immediately said:
"Oh nothing, he hurt his knee during a soccer match today." They
grinned and Marcel left.
"Why did you kick me? It hurts."
"I know it hurts. Are you regretting you are being moved?" Noah
looked at his little lover tenderly.
"I was performing, we must apparent that we aren't so connected
each other." Christian smiled.
"When shall I know you are acting or not?" Noah approached his
mouth to his ear and in a whisper said:
"When you stick your dick in my butt and I moan; then I'm not
performing, you know that; don't you?" They smiled as Francis approached
them.
"You little rascals, meet us when finish dinner; since our rooms
are very close we can talk in our way to the dorm." They ended dinner and
all four went to their rooms, informing them how he told the director they
spoke when dreaming, just in case. That was a great night, especially for
the little boys that they wanted to regain their lost time. As soon as they
were inside their new room, locked the door and without any more
preliminaries, they went into each other arms, desperately kissing and
hugging. In a few seconds they were naked and sucking each other. After
their first dry orgasms, Christian was on top of his friend petting him.
"We'll fuck tonight until our dicks and butts are sore." Noah
laughed and kissed his lover gently and passionately.
"I love you, Christian."
"I love you, Noah." The little boys fulfilled their mutual
promise. In one of their recess involved in a lovely bliss Christian said:
"Noah, wouldn't you like Jim's cock in your butt? It must be
great."
"Well, not only Jim's, but Franõ€'—ise's; he is a lovely
and very pretty boy, they have comply with their word. I think we owe them
some fun."
"We can have fun, too, with them."
"Let's think about how we can do that, once this situation is over;
meanwhile let's continue our own business." And they continued their
lovemaking until they were exhausted, then drifted happily to sleep cuddled
into each other arms almost for the first time since they came to the
school, and without releasing a single word during their dreams, only
sighs.
The following day, Jim and Francis still were a little bit worried until he
spoke with the Head Master. During the break he went to his office. He
found the Principal was relaxed and this, he thought, was a good signal; he
invited him to sit down, ordering to his assistant to prevent any
visit. Without any preliminaries, he blurted out slowly.
"Franõ€'—ise, I know this has been a trap well organized
and better performed; however, I think you didn't take into consideration
some possible grave results."
"Sir, above all, I must say we never thought to harm, either the
school or you. On contrary, we have seen how this priest did many things
that we positively knew you did not approve, therefore, we deducted they
were imposed to you. We like you sir, most of the students do and many
generations educated in this institution, too. With your large experience,
you have been more a father than a Principal for many boys, so we wanted to
restore to this school what has been for near five hundred years; stolen
since this man came in. You should have seen those little boys after being
separated from their families for the first time. They broke my heart?" The
director raised his hand and Francis stopped.
"I knew that, son, I knew that. Unfortunately I could do nothing
with them and some others, and you know the reasons; so I won't insist." He
paused. "Now Franõ€'—ise, please, be honest and tell me what do
you want me to do. I'll explain you afterwards what could have happened and
still can happen if we do not keep our mouth shut forever."
"Sir, we only want the situation of two years ago to be
restored. No more night inspections, no more violation of the student's
rights, and room privacy. Please, reunite the boys that were separated
against their will; and finally, that no action is taken against us. We had
been aware of the political implications that a scandal would have produced
to our current President's future re-election, so we were ready to accept
any punishment if we failed; but above all, we are French and you did not
need to say our mouth must be shut.
"Franõ€'—ise, I'm proud of this school and of the many
smart boys that are here, to serve our country in the future. You confirm
that to me. Thanks for your words." The director then handed a newspaper to
Francis. "See those pictures Franõ€'—ise; the first one is the
archbishop of Paris area who ordered the priest to go ahead with his
policy; the second is the bishop of Orleans. Apparently they are being
promoted with new destinations, but in fact, you and your friends have
punished them. I don't want to know anything about this affair, it is an
item closed. Now, please continue your studies as up to now, and live your
young lives. Nobody, except you four, will ever know the great favour that
you have made to France. Step by step all separated boys will return to
their original rooms, if they want; nevertheless, this must be done in a
way that nobody notices the difference. Thank you again." The old man
extended his hand and shook Francis'. The blond boy returned to his next
class where he met Jim's eyes asking him. He grinned at him as saying it is
alright. "We won!!!.
The boys in the school commented the priest's absence; however the school
Management issued a note advising that: "Due to serious sicknesses in his
family, the priest had urgently returned to Ireland." That ended off the
gossips.
Noah and Christian had now room 14, two doors further of Jim's and
Francis'. When they were returning to their room after dinner, Christian
said:
"We want to tell you something, can we enter in your room?"
"Well. We have much homework to do, however if this doesn't take
too long?" The two devils grinned as they entered in the older boys' room
and closed the door. Then Noah said:
"We owe you a lot and we want to have some fun with you." Jim
looked at his friend quiz him.
"You don't owe us anything. However, what do you have in mind,
little imps? The younger boys grinned to each other.
"I'll let you know on Saturday evening. Okay? We deserve a good
time together." They said nothing and the eleven y/o boys left hand in
hand. Francis then asked Jim.
"Smart boy, you seem to know them very well. What are they talking
about?"
"Well, they said to have a good time and have fun; that's all. I
know you enjoy it a lot, don't you?" Francis smiled and took his friend to
the bed.
"I'll show you what means to have a good time." They locked their
door and started their lovemaking, but now without the stress of thinking
they could be caught. Saturday came, and when were returning from dinner
Christian said:
"We'll be here in one minute. Ah, by the way, we told Paul and Mike
to enjoy their lives as much as they want. It seems they have guessed
something after the priest leaving, because Mike grinned slyly." Jim and
Francis giggled thinking how devil these two little imps were. A few
minutes later, both boys appeared wearing their white bathrobe and
slippers, as if they were coming from a shower. They entered without
knocking and locked the door; took off their robe and sleepers and tossed
them on the large sofa. They were stark naked and with their dicks
erected. Christian jumped on Jim's bed and Noah did the same on Francis',
as if they were twins. Jim was sat down, but, before he could react, the
boy was on his lap kissing him. Noah started imitating his friend in every
step he did. The elder boys felt their mouth invaded and their reaction was
immediately, they took in their arms those precious boys, and kissed them.
End of part 3