Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2006 10:35:25 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Pablo's Story part 11

This is a homosexual fantasy and as such will contain unprotected sex, which,
in this day and age is unwise to say the least; but it is a fantasy. If it is
illegal for you to read such material, for any reason, please leave now.
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The weekend went quickly, every time I wanked off, which was often, I used
the vibrating dildo up my bum and sucked on another, imagining that I was back
in Mr. Cohen's with Jomo and Marcel. Jomo's black cock fucking my throat and
Marcel's 9 inch, massive knobbed cock fucking my boy-hole. Although I was still
in love with the image I had of Leonel, for the moment they were more real to
me.
My Father was away as usual, he wouldn't even be home to see me off. On
Tuesday my Mother took Rose and me out to lunch as my birthday treat, I was allowed
to wear my new suit, and I took the precaution of wearing my Speedos. The
driver was new to me, and Rose told me he'd just started as a replacement for
Tomas who was off sick, his name was Juan a great-nephew of Tomas. He was in his
thirties, nicely built with a swarthy complexion, and good-looking in a rugged
sort of way. His long black hair was pulled back into a pony-tail.
We went to a fairly upmarket restaurant where the food was excellent, but
what pleased me the most was that all the waiters were young, attractive men. The
restaurant was fairly quiet and our waiter, a handsome native guy in his
early twenties, only had our table to serve. He kept smiling at me and once, when
I dropped my napkin he groped me as he replaced it on my lap. My cock, which
was half hard anyway, stiffened instantly. I blushed, but looked up at him and
smiled tentatively, he smiled back and winked. How he knew I liked that sort
of thing I didn't know. It was very warm in the restaurant and when I stood up
and removed my jacket he hurried over to take it from me, managing to
surreptitiously fondle my right arse cheek as he did so. I felt a tingle in my
throbbing cock and shivered slightly.

We'd just been served a portion of my birthday cake when two friends of my
Mother's joined our table and I was almost forgotten as they chatted away. I
took the opportunity to excuse myself to use the bathroom. As I headed for it,
our waiter whispered something to another waiter and followed me into the
passage. Just before I reached the bathroom door he put his arm on my shoulder and
stopped me, whispering in my ear and pointing to another door beyond the
bathroom door.
"In there."
He unlocked the door, which was signed STOREROOM, and pulled me inside
locking the door behind him. He wasted no time in unzipping his flies and pulling
out his stiffening uncut torpedo shaped cock, and then he pushed my head towards
it.
"Suck me off," he ordered in a gruff whisper, " we haven't got long, so
hurry up."
I didn't need telling twice and bent over and swallowed his cock, managing to
take it down my throat after gagging just once. He was trying hard to
suppress his moans as my throat muscles started to masturbate his rapidly stiffening
cock. It must have been 7 inches long when fully hard and averagely thick. He
reached down and unzipped my pants then pulled my Speedos down to haul out my
precum dripping stiff cock.
"Mm," he whispered as he squeezed it and uncovered my knob, "not a very long
cock for a 16 year old, but it's certainly extra thick and very juicy."
Then he began to quickly wank it putting his other hand onto the back of my
head forcing his cock further down my throat. I think it was the excitement of
doing it in a public place with my Mother nearby but in no time at all I felt
my orgasm building as he continued to roughly wank my cock. I increased my
sucking and got a couple of fingers around his shaft and started wanking that. I
don't know who shot first, but soon my mouth was flooded with hot mancum and
my cock was shooting jets of boycum onto the floor. I pulled my head quickly
back until his knob was in my mouth and started to swallow his spunk relishing
the taste. When we'd both finished cumming I licked his cock clean and was
pleasantly surprised when he leaned over, peeled my foreskin back and licked and
sucked my cock until it was clean too; of course it stayed stiff. As he dressed
I stuffed it back into my Speedos and did up my flies; thankfully there was
no spunk on my clothes. He unlocked the door, kissed me briefly on the mouth,
opened the door, and hissed.
"You go first, and thanks."
I made my way back to our table and sat down. I don't think my Mother had
even noticed I'd gone, but Rose looked concerned as she spoke.
"Are you all right Paul? You look a bit flushed."
"I'm O.K." I told her haltingly. "It's very warm in here, and I think the
cake was a bit too rich for me."
I poured myself a glass of water and drank it so as to emphasise the point.
Just then my Father's Personal Assistant, an Englishman of around 50, arrived
and presented me with a box which contained a small gold St. Christopher. He
explained it was my Birthday gift from my Father. I thanked him and asked if my
Father had bought it himself, he actually blushed when he told me no, and that
one of the Secretaries had chosen it. We finished lunch, the waiter managing
to grope my arse cheeks as he helped me on with my jacket, and drove home. I
changed out of my suit, but before I put my usual shirt and pants on I worked
the vibrating dildo up my boyhole, turned it to full speed and had a long slow
wank thinking about the waiter's tasty cock.
Tuesday night after dinner I packed my new clothes and Speedos on top of
Leonel's photos, the vibrating dildo, a slightly bigger dildo, and a butt-plug
along with my enema equipment. There was still plenty of room so I filled it with
some of my favourite books. Even though I fucked myself silly on the
graduated balls dildo, cumming 6 times and making my arse ache, I hardly slept at all.
In the morning after showering I dressed in my usual shirt and pants after
inserting the smallest butt-plug  up my boy-hole and putting on a loincloth for
comfort while travelling. The car would be the oldest, and had no
air-conditioning.
At breakfast my Mother told me that Consuela would be chaperoning me, it
should have been Maria del Carmen, but she'd come down with a bug and Consuela was
the only maid she thought old enough and sensible enough. We were to drive to
the border and stay the night in a hotel on whichever side of the border
depending on how far we'd got. Consuela would deal with all the bills. Then the
next day we were to drive to B*****, arriving  at my relatives house around two
in the afternoon. I finished my breakfast, kissed my Mother on the cheek and
went out to the car. Rose was waiting for me on the steps, she hugged me,
kissed me and told me to telephone when I arrived.
Juan had fetched my suitcase down and was just putting it in the boot, then
he opened the back door and I climbed in. Consuela was sat in front next to a
large hamper, and she greeted me with a warm "Good Morning, Master Paul." I
settled back and off we drove. I'd been right not to wear the Speedos it was
very hot in the car even with the window open. After ten minutes or so Consuela
took a vacuum flask  and a glass from the hamper and filled the glass with what
looked like home-made lemonade. She opened the dividing window and passed it
to me telling me it would cool me down. It was ice-cold and delicious and I
finished it quickly, passing the glass back to Consuela who poured me another
one. This one I sipped slowly. I happened to glance into the driver's mirror to
catch Juan staring at me, but he immediately turned his eyes back to the road,
his expression had been weird. I finished my lemonade and lay back, I was
drifting off to sleep.
When I awoke I immediately realised that something was wrong. I was in a
darkened room and lying on a  double bed with just a thin sheet over me. I was
also naked! I noticed the shape of someone sitting at the foot of the bed and I
sat bolt upright, clutching the sheet to me.
"Where am I?" I half shouted, half squeaked.
"Hush, hush, Paul," a kindly deep voice replied, "you're quite safe, nobody'
s going to hurt you. I'll just open the curtains and give us some light."
The figure rose, went to the window and drew back the curtains. Strong
sunlight flooded the room, the man, who was dressed in a white shirt and cotton
trousers, had his back to me, then he turned. I gasped and stammered in
astonishment as my brain added 10 years to the face in the photos.
"Leonel? Is it really you?"
"You recognise me then?" he chuckled, a broad smile splitting his handsome
face.
I didn't answer I threw the bed sheet off and ran to him. Throwing my arms
around him I buried my face in his shirt.
"I knew I'd find you." I sobbed into his chest. "I've been in love with you
for ages, ever since I found your photos. But where have you been? And why am
I here?"
"Hush, hush  my munecito (literally little doll) I will explain everything."
Leonel sat down on a nearby armchair and pulled my naked body onto his lap.
Then he proceeded to tell me his history.
When he was 12 and his farther had died, Senor Lopez had taken him in. He'd
been well looked after and educated. Within a week S. Lopez had also brought
Elias, a 13 year old  orphan, to the house as a school mate and playmate for
Leonel. They were in my room and shared the double bed. Leonel had been producing
spunk for three months and within another week they were having sex together,
Leonel having instigated it, Elias a very willing partner. They quickly fell
in love and became inseparable.
One morning S. Lopez had caught them in the middle of a 69. They were both
terrified, but S. Lopez told them to carry on, he believed it was healthy for
young boys to have sex he told them, and he was going to observe to see that
they were doing things correctly. They didn't know what to say, but he was their
provider and they were both so worked up they carried on until they'd both
filled each others mouths with sweet boy cum.
S. Lopez had applauded them and told them to get ready for lessons. Then he'd
paused and asked if they could save all their spunk and not cum until he'd
come to their bedroom tomorrow morning, a Friday, a non-school day. They quickly
agreed not wanting to offend him, so they spent the rest of the day and night
trying hard not to have sex. They managed it, but when they awoke on Friday
morning they both had raging hard-ons, and were both desperate to cum, whatever
the consequences. They were just about to 69 and to hell with S. Lopez when
the door opened and in he walked. He told them to go ahead and 69, but he
wanted them to shoot over each other's faces and then lick it off.
Knowing that S. Lopez was watching gave them an extra buzz, and they started
an energetic 69. They'd had lots of practice at cumming together and in 3
minutes they'd pulled their stiff cocks out of their mouths drenching each other'
s faces in their hot boycum. They turned to S. Lopez for approval, his face
was beaming and he urged them to lick their faces clean, which they did, as they'
d done many times before. They knew S. Lopez liked it; his stiff cock was
tenting his trousers. When they'd licked up all the boycum they turned back to S.
Lopez their young boy cocks still stiff. He asked them to lie side by side
and wank each other off. They were happy to comply, and  having an adult watch
and encourage them was turning them both on. As they wanked each other they
also started kissing so they didn't notice S. Lopez stripping until he came up
and knelt between their legs at the bottom of their bed.
They stopped wanking each other, just holding each other's little-boy cocks
and stared in wonder at the thick 9 inch cut cock S. Lopez was holding. Neither
of them had seen a man's hard cock before and they couldn't believe how long
and thick it was compared with their own. They also stared in wonder at the
mass of crinkly black pubic hair surrounding his heavy balls and big cock.
Leonel hadn't sprouted any hair yet and Elias only had a sprinkling above his
cock. Both the lads' ball bags were also hairless, as were their arse cracks. S.
Lopez urged them to carry on wanking and told them he was going to join in, and
he asked them to let him know when they were going to cum. They were
fascinated by his cock and wanted to see it shoot so they started tossing each other
again. They were well in tune with each other and when Elias gasped that he was
about to cum, Lionel was only seconds behind him. As their thin boycum shot
from their cocks splattering onto their heaving little bellies S. Lopez gave a
loud groan and they watched transfixed as his big cock spewed our rope after
rope of thick man cum covering their legs, feet, and the sheet beneath them.
When S. Lopez came round he looked at the boys' cum drenched bodies and asked
them to lick themselves clean. Hesitantly they licked their own boycum off
their bellies and hands, and then, tentatively Leonel licked at Elias's legs. S.
Lopez's cum tasted much stronger than Elias's or his own, but Leonel liked
the taste and he was soon lapping away in earnest at Elias's feet as well. Not
to be outdone  Elias started lapping at Leonel's sticky legs and he too liked
the taste of S. Lopez's cum and soon had Leonel's legs clean and started on
his feet. When they'd finished S. Lopez told them to move down the bed and
clean his softening cock. There was no hesitation this time, and positioning
themselves on either side they took it in turns to lick the shaft or take the big
knob into their little-boy mouths, sucking and licking until it was drained and
shiny clean. When they discussed it later they agreed that "doing stuff"
with S. Lopez was sexy and fun, but it didn't alter their feelings for each
other. Their own little-boy cocks were still three quarters stiff, but S. Lopez
told them no more sex yet, they were to shower and go down for breakfast.
Leonel paused, "I must have a drink, I'm dry from so much talking. Would you
like a coke or something munecito?"
"A coke would be lovely Leonel, and then I want to hear more; but one thing'
s worrying me."
I was turned on by imaging Leonel and Elias together and I could feel Leonel'
s cock was half hard under my bum, but my cock was totally soft, weird!
"What's that Paul?"
"Your story is turning me on, but my cock's not getting hard!"
Leonel chuckled and ruffled my hair.
"Don't worry about that now, I'll explain it when I've finished my story,
trust me. But I promise you that you'll be back to normal soon. O.K.?"
"O.K." I replied, I trusted Leonel implicitly already and felt totally safe
and relaxed with him. Then he pushed me and I stood up to let him go over to a
fridge in the corner. He returned with a Corona and a coke and sat back down
handing me the coke. I took it and sat back on his lap so that his half hard
cock was nestled between my arse cheeks. As he drank his Corona I waited for
him to continue.
End of part eleven. If you have any constructive criticism, or anything you
wish to share with me, contact me at _INSILVA92@aol.com_
(mailto:INSILVA92@aol.com)  Love Paul.
Copyright 2006