Date: Tue, 26 Aug 2014 20:07:40 -0700
From: Aihu Fist <aihufist@yahoo.com>
Subject: THE ULTIMATE BET

THE ULTIMATE BET

by Aihu Fist

They had come to see me when I had least expected them. Tow of my favourite
boys had rung the doorbell, I let them in, but I was unprepared, too eager
to please them, and too scared to send them away. Both were the right age,
just twelve years old, and they definitely cooked up a plan to trick me in
doing something with them what they thought I craved.

More than often I had seen Giovanni sporting blue jeans. He was a Sicilian
immigrant's grandson who was proud of his jet black long wavy hair which he
combed over his ears, and I dreamed of his fat, curly ruby lips, to be
ready to meet mine. His mate, a French kid with streetwise attitude, had an
a very pale complexion on long elliptic visage, with an equally long thin
nose with an upward curve at the end. His lips were thicker than mine but
he had a broader mouth. They sat snugly together on my couch. They were
definitely brothers in arms, like a French-Italo co-production taking
chances on thin ice, I presumed. I mused about the arms they had in
mind. My gaze travelled from their faces to pause at their torsos, and
ending up focusing on both packages. Giovanni wore a Sleeveless basket ball
shirt, Francois, equally dressed to kill for the summer season, sported a
fishnet model. It was blue like his eyes and the silk shorts he
wore. Giovanni had pink silk shorts on. Both had a size too small for their
age. Was that done on purpose? More than anything, I wanted to look
uninterested in sex, I wanted to be sound like a straight guy, their
friend, and helpful host. No, I was lying to myself and to you readers. I
was boy and boy sex starved.

I had known them for two years now, and except for a bed fight with
Giovanni in which accidentally had his shorts come down which accidentally
also pulled his briefs nearly halfway, thus exposing the beginning of his
crack. However; I had never had any physical contact with either of
them. Giovanni had come to see me so often, after school, and then we sat
talking like we had nothing else to do, and when I asked him if he had a
girlfriend, he said `yes'. So, naively, I believed him. Why had he come
with Francois, how did they know each other? Did they go to the same
school? Francois, was much more an extroverted boy who like to provoke. He
used to ask me if I had any porn magazines. I had none and even if I had
some, i would not have shown him, `cause he would have told other mates
about it. He had seen some of my slides of nude beaches only because I had
shown him my travel photography and I had forgotten to take the nudes
out. He liked it so much that every time he came over he wanted to see them
again. I saw how hard he got which in turn made me hard, but I did not dare
talk about it to him then. I wished I had mustered a tad more of boldness
in me such as putting an arm around him, tickle him, but I was too afraid
he would let the cat out of the bag. So many boys passed the revue and they
all remained platonic. In retrospect it makes me depressed, because I know
that some sent enough signals to me that they were waiting for me to make
the move. The boys in the neighbourhood `knew' I was one who liked boys. If
I had wanted to be a predator, I would have jerked Giovanni's underpants
down without hesitation and frolicked with him. He just lay there while I
sat a top his legs and he knew that his undies had come down just enough
for him to see his crack. Did he get up and pull them up again? No he was
waiting for me to take the move. Instead I pulled his heaven blue undies up
and over his crack. I let him win the wrestle match and he got dressed. I
do remember he allowed me to photograph him in oriental costumes that I had
got together as props for photoshoots. But that was different. I still
dream of what would have happened if I had pulled the undies down and how I
would have caressed his fine young buttocks.

Giovanni seemed more confident than I had ever seen of him. Alas, now he
was not alone and Francois sat the example as how to act in front of a boy
lover. The French kid giggled with Giovanni about something I had no idea
of. What were they on about beat me. However, I thought they were taking
the mikey out of me. My hands sweated profusely, I felt uncomfortable. They
were getting the upper hand in my own home. I was not handling the
situation well, I regretted.

"You like what you see?" Francois asked.  He spread his legs and
repositioned his butt so that his package became ever so pronounced in the
shiny shorts. Pink shorts, mind you. I saw his nipples peering through the
knitted maize of fabric. Giovanni burst out and nearly shat himself while
he too spread his legs. He held his hand over his mouth and looked at
me. The eyes told me: Please, forgive me, it is not my fault, I am not in
charge or was it: sorry, you are such a fool, for having believed I was a
sexless angel.

My throat was cork dry, I needed to get hold of myself, but I think it was
too late. I had given myself away ages ago.  "Tu es un pédé,
non (You are a poofter, aren't you)? Francois spat at me.

I pretended not to have heard that. They knew I did not speak french that
well let alone understand French slang. I was Norwegian born and bred after
my studies in Paris I had settled down in Paris.

"You want something to drink guys?  "Yes, cognac, " Francois said. Giovanni
remained mute and just observed.  As I turned my back to them I could see
from the corner of my eye that Francois grabbed Giovanni ´s nuts who did
nothing to stop him.  I thought they were horny and wanted sex with
whomsoever or whatsoever, and given the fact that I lived around the corner
and nobody else knew they were coming here, they must have thought it
hilarious to ask me, for they bet on it that I would not say no.

I came back with coke and Sprite, Giovanni always drank Sprite when he was
alone with me.  Nevertheless, Francois did not make a scandal and accepted
the Coke.

"It is so hot here, you have no fan or air conditioning, Per?  "No, I do
not, I said apologetically."  They looked at each other again and laughed
hysterically, spilling the drinks on the carpet.  They were right, it was
hot in my living room, but I am sure that the sexual heat was worse. I felt
it too.

"So, where are your porn picture books?" Francois fired at me.  "You know,
I have none."  "Yes, you do. i saw them the other day...naked women
together on a beach, lesbians are they?"

"Oh, those?" I answered.  "Yes, those. Giovanni would love to see them, he
really likes the ladies...but I like their pussies."  A salvo of giggles
followed that remark. Francois thought so much of himself. The perfect
prankster.

When he looked at Giovanni I poured over his package. It had grown. I
estimated he had quite a boner hidden in there. When they look at one
another I spied on both packages. Giovanni's was short but thick. The
shorts being strapped over their boyhood was so tight now that I could
easily discern the size of their crown jewels.

"I do not know if Giovanni really wants to see that. Do you Giovanni?  The
boy gave me a shy look but nodded very convincingly that he did.  So, I
gave in and found the slide projector. Improvised a screen with a white
sheet pinned on my huge wall. I sat myself between them with the projector
in from of me. I pressed the remote control button and there appeared a
brunette with tits the size of a cantaloupe, a tuft over the pussy made her
mature enough for the lads to drool over her. A few clicks further they
ogled at a blonde with nipples like ice cream cones. It turned me off. I
stared at the white sheet and instantly became depressed. The `oohs' and
`aahs' interspersed with childish remarks made me wish I had been born a
heterosexual. But something magical happened in the dark.Francois caught my
hand and pasted it over his crotch. I looked at him and saw he made the
shush sign with his finger over his mouth. He pressed my hand further
down. His cock was impressive. Surreptitiously he peeled his shorts over
his cock and balls and he granted me the honour of jacking him off while I
continued zapping the slides for Giovanni. This boy was totally mesmerised,
hypnotised but what he saw.  I knew I could not go on like that without him
realising what Francois was doing. So, I pulled my hand away, made the
shush sign to Francois, passed the remote to my right hand and landed my
left hand on Giovanni's boyhood. It was swollen. Giovanni did not look up
at me. Instead he leaned back, spread his thighs and let me fondle
him. Francois was groaning next to me, which got Francois' attention.

"Alright boys, I said triumphantly. That was the first seance and I
suggested we'd have a break, an entr'acte. I pushed the projector away from
me, got my hand back on Francois' erected pet and tugged at Giovanni's
shorts.  "It is OK, boy, you can take them down now."  Giovanni got up on
his feet and stripped. His cock sprang forward like a jack-in-the-box,
ready to perform.  "Wow, camerade," Francois piped.  I reached out for
Giovanni's ball sack and let his eggs be weighed in the palm of my hand. My
right was back in touch with Francois'.  "Oui, c'est ca," The French teen
whispered. "Continue, mec."  We were getting on quite well. All of us and
tuned in. It was pleasant and loving. Gone were the bold and vulgar
remarks, we just enjoyed.

"I want to see your dick," Giovanni said.  "Are you kidding?"  "No, I am
not. I want to see it. Francois told me, did you not, Francois?"  "Told you
what?"  "That you have tiny one but a lot of hair on it."

"How would he know?"  "I just guessed, Per," Francois confessed.  "You
could be in for a surprise, boy. By the way I have never shown my dick to
kids your age."  "Come on, Per, do not be shy. We are naked already, you
see us, we see you."

"Well, OK. but I have a wish too. You have to undress me like if I were a
little boy."

"Hahaahhhaaa," the both laughed.  "No, problem, Per."  It was not time
consuming because I wore shorts too. T-shirt came off in a minute, then my
shorts came down. I stepped out of them and there I stood with my
jockstraps on. Yeah, that was my fetish. I was not into football or soccer,
but to see myself in the mirror with my butt exposed always turned me on. I
have a bit of a narcissistic personality, I guess. But the boys and never
seen such a thing and screamed excitedly:" Blighme...what the fuck is this?
I explained who wore those and s forth and they were happy with that. I
wore it without the cup of course. My cock stood its ground and was not
easily coaxed out of its home. But when it did, it bounced back and
forth. Giovanni grabbed it and said; "Man this one is huge!" He looked at
his and added: I hope mine will continue to grow."  Francois' hand milked
my sac and mustered the size of them.  "Gosh...I want to see it squirt, he
said. "You have a lot in here, I suppose. How far can you squirt and how
many jets can you do with it."

Questions I had never thought of.  "I do not count my ejaculations, boys."
"Your what?" Giovanni asked.  "E-ja-cu-late-...meaning white juice coming
out of your dickie."  "Oh, yea, right," Giovanni said a bit flustered.
None of our cocks slumped while we showed off.  "Can I?" Francois asked
with his mouth open above my penis.  "You are going to do it?" Giovanni
asked Francois, all excited and concerned about his answer. Francois
guffawed and said: "Sure, I told you I would."  I saw he winked at
Giovanni.  "What is going on here?"  Without answering me, Francois got
hold of my dick's head with his big mouth and sucked it up like his mum's
tit.  Giovanni's eyes popped out of his head and forgot about the
visibility of his cock's head which seemed to be saying: What about me?"

I considered the possibility to enjoy two for the price of one and I also
did not want to be too pushy with Giovanni who was always much more on his
guards than Francois. The latter had embraced my hot rod so passionately
and wantonly that I could nothing but surrender to his commands and
wishes. In-between two mouth assaults, the suggested I should sit down on
the couch and told Giovanni to stand on it.  "He will do to you what I do
to him," Francois told him.  GIovanni in response raised his eyebrows, got
himself to stand close to my face with his cock in his hand.  Francois went
on blowing me. I reached out for Giovanni with my hands and cupped his fine
pair of buttocks.  "Come her Giov...I won't hurt you. You will finally get
sex with me, something you have waited for since we last wrestled. You know
I could have fucked you, boy. But I did not. I disappointed you, is that
right? You have such a beautiful gorgeous bum and this cock of yours is out
of place, I said for Francois to hear. Francois stopped blowing when I
talked and resume when I shut up. I could see Giovanni's eyes, they were
twinkling onyx gems. I felt like Caravaggio ready to conquer his model
after a hard day's work of painting him. Nothing more was said, the sound
of sucking cock made up for what we really wanted. The fatty lollypop rode
my tongue and the hairless sack shared the occasional flick of my
tongue. Oh, yes, I liked that bag of testes, I wanted to nibble on them.

Giovanni had his hands on the top of my head driving his nails in my scalp
from the pleasure he derived of the blow job in slow
motion. Surreptitiously, I pulled his globes apart and believe it or not,
this boy loved it, that was what he had been waiting for. He gave way to
probing fingers. One got stuck straight in the bull's eye. His thigh
muscles tensed, his tummy when tight, i sucked harder and harder. So did
Francois, my god, these boys had pent up lust in their loins for weeks,
probably. Did they get off with each other or was this the first time
together with a man? Had they had other men doing this to them. Italians
are hot rabbits, they say and it is not uncommon they do it among brothers.
Giovanni was tanned by the sun during his last holiday in Sicily. I had
noticed a change in him while wrestling, which was the week after he had
just come back. Something more daring, more testing of my reactions to the
signals he sent. I recalled hesitating to pull his undies down there and
then.The strip of white flesh above his undies was all too inviting. But I
had him now! One knuckle deeper in his tight little arse which drove his
cock deeper in my mouth. I had to be good to him and he allowed me all he
had desired that day. Francois' sucking with the occasional plop sound of
an escaping cock's helmet from his fine lips.

I liked Francois too, I would have loved to pass a couple of nights between
the bedsheets with that lad, because I sensed that behind his theatricality
he hid a sweet soft yearning for my loving hands.  "you like it," he
quipped between two suck sessions."

"Liking? I want more and more, make me come, make me shoot, you son of a
gun."  That had pleased Francois. Giovanni was close to an orgasm, the
spasm were telling the tale.  I pinched his bum with both hands and pushed
his pasta cock beyond my gullet where he unleashed strings of semen. His
willie had become so sensitive he could not bear the sucking any longer,
but I did not let him go. He shot half a dozen times more before I let that
happen.  I caught my breath soon after when I unloaded my volleys into his
friend's eager mouth. He probably did not expect the quantity I had saved
up for a week, hence he backed back with the result that I shot it all in
his face.  Giovanni guffawed at that and said: you lost the bet! You said
you were going to swallow it, didn't ya?"

"Yes, alright, Francois stammered, I owe you a fiver. But what about me?
Who makes me come?"  "I held Francois head and said: Why don't you get a
blow job from your best friend and let me watch you guys? Wouldn't that be
fun?"  I looked at Giovanni and so did Francois.  "What do you say mate? If
you suck me we are quits, alright?"  "OK, Giovanni said,
matter-of-factly. I can try."  "You better be good at it, you hear, I want
no teeth of yours grinding my knob."

Francois sat himself down next to me and Giovanni jumped off the couch and
kneeled between with his legs. Soon, his cock which had all but died, rose
up like a phenix from its ashes. Giovanni's head bobbed up and down over
and over until Francois' rod was rock hard.  "More, bro, more, you are
doing fine. Oh yeah, putain chest vachement bien!" The boys were fully
engaged. I could not stop myself from interacting. My hands wandered over
both bodies, they were literally hot. I dared to reach for Francois' lips
with mine and tongued him until I was ready to come again. It was not long
before the boy moaned and groaned while pumping his thing into his mate's
voluptuous mouth, who gobbled it all up. We were all happy and relaxed that
it had gone so well. We exchanged long tender kisses the way the Latinos
are so famous for. Then I bid them goodbye.  When they left both I felt the
change they had made in me. I knew I had friends and they and promised me
to come back. Francois left less talkative but had managed to blurt out
that he loved me. Giovanni had become a man in just a few hours. His
shyness had dissipated and seemed to have taken over bits from Francois.
"See, you around man. I enjoyed that blow job and next time I want another
one, you hear? He said boldly before both of them ran down the stairs.

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