Date: Mon, 5 Jan 2015 18:00:20 +0000 (UTC)
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: COLLECTING POSTSTAMPS part one

COLLECTING POST STAMPS by Aihu Fist

-Ti amo.

-Go away, you are a woman, he said with a chuckle. His eyes flickered with
mischief. If his balls had eyes they would have gazed at mine with fiery
adolescent lust.

-Ti amo, I repeated to the Italian who in tattered denim shorts sat on my
bed with his legs spread. The package was obvious however rumpled the
crotch was. I intended to open up that blue jean parcel. I got closer to
him and my heart pounded away. After one year trying to see what he had to
offer me, I finally got him in my bedroom. My mother being downstairs
watching the telly, I thought I had time on my hands. I was only
twenty-four and he ten years my junior. For all she knew we were just good
friends browsing my post stamp collection. Leandro was true and true
Italian despite his Dutch genes, his father's Sicilian genes were obvious
to any Dutchman. He didn't speak much Italian, but I liked to talk with
amore to this teen who definitely wanted to try out the Greek love. He was
not sure how to respond to that kind of love, he never experienced it let
alone a friend proclaiming him to be his object of love. A man and a boy.



-My hand is a snake and it will come slithering to find your snake, I said.

He squinted and followed my hand snaking over the bedspread to its
goal. Leandro sat back against the bedhead, puffed his young chest as if he
had to brace himself for an assault of five soldiers crawling closer and
closer. His smooth brown hair hung down over his ears, his broad mouth and
full lips wanted to say something, but no sound came of them. Just a wide
hole with a big pink tongue were visible. His eyelashes wavered a bit,
should he blink or not?

I raised my arm, my hand took the shape of a cobra's head and said; I am
the holiest of snakes, I want you to take of your shirt. I am sure you have
the most lovely chest of the world but I must see it to be sure you are
worthy of my praise.

-You are crazy, Leandro chuckled again, his dark hazelnut eyes fixing mine.

-I mean it, I said.

Leandro obeyed my wish and got rid of his T-shirt in a second. He exposed
his Dutch unexposed white torso that shone like marble hit by a ray of
summer sun.

His nipples were big and rosy. My cobra hand pecked at them.

-Ouch, Leandro winced.



The cobra brushed its hood's backside against them once more and then
turned around and followed an invisible track to his neck and shoulders,
way down running down to his navel and stopped right there.

Leandro's face turned pink. He was shy. What was I going to do next, I saw
him thinking. One questioning glance and back at my cobra head. No more
words.

-Where is my mate? I whispered.

-Before you see it, I must see yours, Leandro whispered back while he
flicked his head at the door. What if mum barged in?

-Wait, I said.

The snake head continued searching over his tummy around the navel and back
up to his nipples and between them.

-Why don't you relax and lie down on your back? I gently coaxed him to
slide down to the middle of the mattress. My own shorts were getting in the
way as my rod had grown in size and girth.

-I am the cobra from India and I will give you some massage a boy of your
age needs. You re ready to awaken your manhood and I am your teacher. So,
no more speaking or retorting the master's wishes, you hear, the cobra hand
spoke close to his face.

Leandro smiled and stretched out his limbs like Leonardo's Universal
man. Slowly the cobra head coursed over his inner thighs getting closer and
closer to the fringes of his tattered shorts.

-I am sure my mate lives behind this fabric and I am also sure he is not
sleeping. Unlike Snowhite he is waiting for a kiss but someone has to open
the gate first.

Leandro's head hung down from one side of the bed seeing the door upside
down, and his legs dangled over the other side of the bed. I sat at the bed
end on my knees continuing the snake game. I managed to have him spread his
thighs even further then when he sat in front of me.

Leandro played the game well, it was safer for him not to be `there', then
he was not a compile in a forbidden game. He played the doll being
undressed, explored or did he like to be the victim, the passive partner? I
liked to play the game slow. My throat was cork dry, I did not know how to
proceed when i thought that mum could barge in any time. I had to be
fast. It didn't not look like Leandro seemed to care that she might. He was
all Carpe Diem.



The cobra's snout rose up and with one peck found the golden coloured
zipper tag and pulled it down. A Levi button snapped out of the eye. Oh, my
god, he had vermillion red undies on. The shorts were so tight I could not
really roll them down. With a bit of persistence and strength of my hands I
lifted his butt and slid them down to his knees. They were coloured
Y-fronts. They tested my patience as cobra had to slide in sideways to test
the grounds of boyhood. Oh man, what a ridge his boyhood made in those
briefs. Cobra's snout was in through the Y and hit the rigid young bone
that he called his mate. Leandro uttered a sigh and his chest heaved a bit
faster.

-Still now, I said. Your cobra is ready to mate with me. Cobra slid back
out and bit through the fabric with a good squeeze. Leonardo gasped
audibly. I was going to take chances and so I rolled the briefs down to his
knees as well.



There in front of my eyes lay unveiled a nice pair of solid nuts packed in
a bald sack. His cock had the shape of a chorizo, it was big and narrowing
as much as it did by the root of it. I guessed he had not wanted a lot as
most of the foreskin secured the helmet. This boy of fourteen, despite the
size of his swollen member was very much a thirteen year old in body and
mind. No hair anywhere, not in the armpits or above his upper lip, which
most mediterranean boys seem to grow very fast at age twelve. My cobra
opened its mouth and played with the sack and balls in a gentle way
increasing the moaning of Leandro. When Cobra lunged on her mate to rub him
well my real cobra in my shorts wanted to get out too. Cobra pulled the
foreskin down a couple of times but only half way the helmet
though. Finally, I decided to drop the cobra play and flung my hand around
the shaft so I could begin the milking of the young lad. Leonardo groaned
and groaned.

-It is not fair, he whispered feverishly. I want to see your snake, he
said.

-OK, you are right. Get up here and undress me then.

Leandro sat right up and leaped off the bed, pushed me over, undid my
shorts and rolled my white undies from my butt. He gasped again.

-Oh my, he said. Mama mia, so big! So big, can I touch it?

-Yes, `course you can.

He gently pulled at my shaft, squeezed the hard head between them and
finger and he pulled me closer and brought mine and his together.

-Hello mate cobra, he said.

-Hello, I replied.

I felt up his sack again when he began playing with mine in both hands.

-Turn around Leandro, I ordered.

Leandro smiled and said; you like me don't you?

-Ti amo, caro mio.

This young god showing me his arse like a prize horse was all I ever
dreamed of all those teenage years. God, how many tiny butts I have seen
and touched in my teenage life. I savoured each and every one. I licked
them, fingered them and yes, alright, I also fucked some of them. My
fingers caressed each and every Leandro pore, sucking up his energy. He was
a mix of Dutch gayness and Sicilian macho-ness. I moistened my finger and
brought it to his crack and shushed him into docility.

-Hush baby, cobra is trying another doorway of the castle to give you
pleasure you never had.

Leandro tightened his buns in a reflex of defence.

-Easy, stallion, relax those sweet buns. why don't you bend over so you
will be more comfortable in opening the gates of your love. Yes, I spoke
that flowery crap to him. it was all part of the game we played. To see him
bend forward and expose his rosy puckered mouth to me brought my dick to
rise two centimetres higher. No, I was not yet going to explore him. It was
titillating for sure. His taut buttocks shone brightly. I manoeuvred him in
such a way that that one sun ray could shine right on his anus. He was
clean like a baby.

-Beautiful boy, I whispered while my finger pushed aside the inner
wrinkles.

I crouched and brought my face closer up his bum. I blew a soft warm breeze
on them. Then I got up and told him to turn around. Should I do it or not?
I thought. Blowing him? Not yet...let's initiate him with love and
patience.

I got up and grabbed his nuts and dick.

-Lie down boy, I am am going to give you a good time.

Leandro did and although it cost me, I only masturbated him. The flesh was
weak for both of us. We did it the boyish way, mutual waking. He got hold
of my big stick and I of his.

-I have never done this before, he said a little bashful.

-I like it here and there, he indicated where he wanted to be touched.

He wanted my finger by his anus under his nuts while at the same jerking
him off with my other hand. From his end he squeezed mine so hard and
rough-awkward is the word, he was still learning-that my foreskin inflamed
to the point it got all too sore. In the end he went back on his back and
asked me to feel him up, he even pushed my finger into his boy hole.

-More, more, he whispered.

Then he cramped and he panicked.

-Stop, stop. It itches too much.

-Shush, boy...this is all part of it.

I pulled and pulled until he nearly screamed it out. I got my hand over his
mouth in time though. His cockhead ejaculated a handful of pure white juice
which ended up on his navel and in my hand. I kept rubbing him and then I
could not withhold to grab his head and kiss him intensely on the lips.

-Ti amo, I said.

-Ti amo, he replied.



As we cleaned ourselves and got dressed we heard; What are you doing up
there so long? It is time to come down.



We smiled and walked hand in hand over the landing and down the stairs. In
mum's eyes we were two naughty friends who exchanged post stamps in my
bedroom.



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