Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 17:36:57 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends Part 1
Dear Reader,
This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts
sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no adults are
involved; except themselves when they grow up.
English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiescent with
the syntax. Any comment, sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com", will be welcomed
and answered.
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BEST FRIENDS
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Part I
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Chapter 1
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Michael was an excellent and practical man; he had learnt everything from
his father as the only child. He inherited a large farm located near a poor
village, but not far from a large Spanish town, so the products sold
well. A great part of the farm was sided on the right by a large riverbank,
not very far from its delta. He was an open man and had many friends, but
only two were close: the village's priest, Emanuel; and a primary boy's
schoolteacher, Frank.
He rejected any political participation though he felt himself as a
democrat; however, in those times he kept for himself his political ideas,
he always used to say, "Never go against the wind." When the Spanish Civil
War was over, he made excellent businesses with the new authorities as he
did before with the Republicans; part of the money went to a bank abroad,
as he said, "just in case."
Frank was his best ever friend from their childhood. The priest, due to
some special circumstances explained further on. These men always proved
honest and fair. Michael used to say, "A good friend is a rare plant." He
was not a believer, and had his own reasons for not believing in any
religion; he would believe in a God that looked after the poor and not
otherwise, as he watched everyday. Yet that was not an objection to enjoy
the priest's friendship.
Frank was a different matter. They were close friends as far as they could
remember. When they were eleven y/o, attended to a theatre representation,
in a scene a young couple of teenagers made a cut on their wrists, then
made a cross with both wrists together saying: "Our blood is together, we
are now more than brothers, and I swear I'll love you forever." That had an
impact on the young minds, so a few days later they repeated the ceremony
in the barn, becoming blood bonded, promising loyalty and goodwill for the
rest of their lives. That could have been a serious problem; after their
swearing, the blood continued emerging from the cuts, so they ran to the
farmhouse and Michael's mother had to call the MD to stop the bleeding.
They did not disclose why they had identical wounds, so after being cured,
his mother spanked hard both of them. Nevertheless, these facts made then
even closer.
They did all kind of childish mischief together, including sexual. Their
first fuck took place in the barn when they were twelve y/o with two
thirteen y/o girls that were working in the farm. However, the boys
masturbated and sucked each other countless of times, until they were well
into puberty.
They grew enjoying their youth; Michael married soon, when he was round 24
y/o; however, Frank was a handsome man, tall, and always with a smile ready
to enchant girls. He promised his friend he would get married; however, he
was not hurry, expecting to find his half some day. He was happy living
unmarried, so could share many women's bed, single, married and widows. In
summary, he was a Don Juan until he found a short weak beautiful girl, also
a school of girl's teacher, of 27 y/o, when Frank was over 50 y/o. Finally,
he settled down as a good husband; certainly, he had fallen in love with
his wife. He had found his other half.
Spanish civil war had been a bloodiest one; brother against brother, where
hate played a high roll, before and especially after the war was over. Hate
killed more people than in the trenches. Michael could remain neutral, at
to such a point that he was never disturbed. Nevertheless, he was not so
neutral when a life was in danger, and that was what happened with his
priest friend.
One night Frank was talking with a socialist friend, and learnt they had
the plans to murder the priest; as soon as they separated, he informed the
priest. The man did not doubt a moment, took the church's sacred items and
flew away. He went to Michael's farm, pleading him to hide him because some
communist militias wanted him. Michael hided him in a cellar in the barn,
normally used to smuggle farm products out of current government's control.
The cellar had a floor entrance as many houses have for the basement. The
cellar had a subterranean connection to the near riverbank by a long
passage like a long cave. They agreed a noise password that changed every
two weeks. The priest remained there during near three years, until the new
regimen was surely established. This action brought Michael the sympathy of
the new authorities that sought his word as a recommendation in the case of
some villagers, and especially, his friend Frank; the new authorities
charged him as having sympathy with the old regime.
In spite of all above, Michael was happy; he had married and had three
female children. He longed for a boy but their common sense told to stop
searching, because a friend of his had six girls and still was looking for
a boy. His priest friend used to say to him:
"Michael, this is God's will and you must accept it." He answered
him:
"I wander what's your God, but in this case he has nothing to do
with it, it is my prick that doesn't make his job properly."
It was early 1949. Michael's daughters were Lucia 26, Angela 24, and
Rosemary 22. The two elder ones had baby girls of near 2 y/o and Rosemary a
baby girl of 1 y/o. Michael had built three houses in the farm, one for
each daughter, so they could get married when they got their men, however,
he used to say:
"I don't mind if your future husbands are poor, but they must be
honest and not lazy."
The two elder ones married two brothers, Manuel and Louis; that used to
work in the farm since they were very young. In fact, they grew together
with their future wives; probably having their sex contacts very early. He
knew them well and was glad they were in love. The third one was Tomas, an
electric engineer that had his own company with another partner. He had a
secret past, apparently known only by Michael, his wife, Frank and
himself. Even his wife, Rosemary ignored it.
At the time, Michael was 55 and his wife 48, now with the symptoms of her
fertile life's end. He deeply loved her, so in the intimacy of their bed
they longed for the boy that they never had.
"Maria, my surname will disappear with our girls' grandchildren."
"I'm sorry Michael; I could not give you a boy."
"It is not your fault darling; it is my balls that could not
produce the right semen. At least, from now on, we can enjoy our lovemaking
without caring about you getting pregnant."
"Yes. I think definitely my fertile life is over, it is now two
months that the menstruation does not appear."
"Don't worry my lovely wife. Now I love you more than ever
before. We have been very lucky, we had three wonderful and beautiful
children and now we have another three grandchildren."
"Yes, but all girls. It seems there is a curse on our family:
always girls."
Those were bad starving times, where the authorities resold all products
producing enormous revenues, so Michael meanwhile smuggled a great part of
his production that exported as contraband to Europe thru the cellar and
the river; mostly shipped during the night. Other part was sold at a fair
cost to the villagers, most of it wheat, potatoes, etc. that rarely were
paid to him. Some of his friends used to say he was silly by not taking the
opportunity of getting rich; as many others did.
The couple used to get all the family reunited every Sunday for lunch; they
loved being with their children and grandchildren. Michael never was upset
with them, so his daughters and sons in law loved deeply their parents. One
Sunday on February, they were chatting at the end of the meal, the little
girls on top of Michael's lap; then his elder daughter said:
"Mom, dad, Rosemary; we have a great news for you."
"What is it my daughter?" Her mom asked.
"Angela and I are pregnant, we expect our babies for mid November."
"That's great!" Their father said. "Manuel, please go to the cellar
and bring one bottle of the best wine we have, and you, Lucia, bring some
of that special cheese, I suppose you don't hate it now, do you?. Both
sisters at unison said:
"No dad, we love it now."
"That's the best signal about your pregnancy." All laughed their
dad's occurrence. They toasted for the new babies, and then their mom said:
"I'll clear the dishes; you stay with dad and the children." She
took the empty bottle and the dishes, some still with cheese's rests. She,
without realising what she was doing, took one piece of cheese and started
munching it, then took a second one into her mouth. In that moment, she
looked to herself: "Oh my God, I didn't like cheese, except when I was
pregnant!"
Then she thought, "Probably is my body's new situation." Thus far, she was
not full up to herself; she did not tell her husband anything. The
following morning she was experimenting nauseas. She thought, "It isn't
possible! I am too old to be pregnant, I have three grandchildren and two
on the way, and I cannot be a mother of near 50 y/o. However, it would not
be the first woman getting a child at my age. We wouldn't have enough life
to educate her." She continued thinking: "But if... if it is not her, but
him? What a wonderful thing!"
"Michael, tomorrow I'll go to the city to buy some things for the
girls, they are so happy with the expectation of the new babies..." In fact
she had planned to see their MD."
"You do whatever you want, I cannot go with you; we have many
things to do now in the farm, unless you want me to go with you."
"Oh no, it isn't necessary, I'll get an early train and I'll be
here round midday."
"Ok, please buy me some good tobacco, I cannot find it here in the
village." She took the train and some time later, the nurse assisting the
MD received her.
"Good mornings, Mrs. Mora." The nurse said. "Please come in. Are
you coming for your daughters' results? She quickly thought that she did
not want to tell her anything in advance, so she answered:
"Yes, but since I'm here, I would like to see the doctor, I'm
having some problems lately, you will soon know about them." The woman
grinned in complicity. Immediately a man of about her age came out:
"Come in Mrs Mora, glad to see you again. How are the girls getting
on?"
"Very well doctor. Now the problem is mine."
"I told you that would be soon over. It is normal."
"I don't think so, I have morning sicknesses and what is more
suspicious, and I love cheese. Can it be that my body has so a radical
change?"
"Please lay on the stretcher, I'll explore you." He started an
exploration touching her tummy. After ten minutes, he said, "Please stand
up and place yourself on the scale." After weighing her, he asked,
"Mrs. Mora, when did you have your last menstruation?" The woman blushed as
a teenager girl.
"Last December, as it disappeared in November, it had been very
irregular lately."
"Well, or I'm a silly apprentice or you are pregnant, Maria."
"Pregnant? Are you sure? At my age!"
"Well, I would say with 99% of accuracy, however, that could be
confirmed by an analysis." He then opened a glass stand and took a little
recipient. "Please enter in that toilet and put some of your urine into
this." She did, and the doctor then said, "It is normal and you are not the
first woman having a baby at your age; it is a consequence of a good
health." She was not now so surprised, she asked him.
"When am I expecting that baby, Doctor?"
"Since we cannot fix a date by your last menstruation, my
experience and by the size of your tummy, I would say that you are now near
three months. If I'm right and everything goes smoothly, your baby will
come on late October or the first week of November."
"Do you mean that I'm more advanced than my daughters?"
"Not much, but I would say that a couple of weeks."
"Oh My God, at my age... What the people in the village will say?
Another girl!"
The MD said. That magical word made her very happy.
"Hey Maria, are you back? How was it?" Her husband asked. She left
a couple of parcels aside.
"Very well. Tonight I'll show you my purchases before giving them
to the girls. Please Michael, don't tell them anything." She enjoyed
surprises even if they were little ones.
It was near April and still the weather was chilly in the evenings, so they
normally went to bed early, since got up soon in the morning. They got into
the bed and under the covers, the man started fondling his wife and kissing
her.
"Maria; what's about if we make a little love?"
"I'm ready for you anytime my man." When he was on top of her and
very excited she took the opportunity that was waiting for.
"Michael, please, be careful and don't be rude, you may hurt your
son or daughter." In that moment, with the excitement of his orgasm, he did
not realise what she had said; but once they were calmed, he opened his
mouth and said:
"Wait a minute! What did you say about hurt?" His wife grinning
said:
"You are old, but not deft."
"Do you mean..."
"Yes, my man, I meant that: I'm pregnant." He wide opened his large
eyes.
"How can it be?"
Time elapsed quickly and the sisters and mother got the wombs bigger and
bigger. Since Maria was not young, the doctor decided she should get the
baby in his clinic, just in case anything went wrong; so, when she started
with the first symptoms they called a taxi that was already agreed and
travelled to the city's clinic. The father was as nervous as when the first
baby was coming. After an examination, the doctor advised him that his wife
was alright, and that he must go for a walk, since the baby would not
arrive before a couple of hours. He went to a coffee shop, bought some
cigars, and half an hour later, he was sitting down on the waiting room
nervous as a jelly cake; in those moments Frank entered, and watching his
friend there, he asked:
"What are you doing here, is any of your daughter having a baby?"
Michael blushed.
"No, is my wife. And, by the way, what are you doing here?" Now was
Frank who got red.
"Well, Margaret have just had a baby boy, the second, we liked a
girl but..."
"Frank, I told you not to leave your marriage so late. Nevertheless,
I envy you. You liked a girl and had a boy; I like a boy and probably I'll
have a girl. It seems you know the place and the procedure to bring boys
since..." Michael shut up as his best friend stared at him. "Sorry brother,
but we are alone."
"That isn't the main problem."
"What is it then, brother?"
"Michael, Margaret is not very well; we are having bad times and
now had come this boy..."
"Frank, would you, just for once, forget your stupid pride and let
me help you?" Frank bent his head as some tears came out. "Frank, please, I
only have a good friend and a brother: You. Please, please, let me help you
and your family." Frank thought for a moment he had no money even for
paying the doctor, and he owed all medicines to the pharmacy. His wife's
pregnancy had been a difficult one, she was very weak and he adored her;
and that little boy was so beautiful..."
"Sorry Michael, you know how hard it is for me, but we are passing
thru difficult times..." Michael interrupted him:
"Thanks Frank for letting me to help you, my brother. I have money
enough and you know it. First of all, if you don't mind, I would like to be
your son's godfather; at least, I'll have something with a penis round me."
Frank forced a grin; he knew his friend and knew he was sincere because
they loved each other since they were children.
"No one would be a better godfather than you, my brother." Both
friends hugged very tight. In this moment, a nurse came in:
"Mr. Mora, would you mind to come with me? Your baby is here, well
and fit." Michael returned to his friend:
"Frank, please; help me now, don't go; wait for me here, will you?"
"Yes Michael, I'll be here." Michael followed the nurse; before
entering in the room, he met the doctor:
"Well Michael, everything was perfect..." Then he interrupted him:
"How is she?" The doctor thought he was referring to his wife since
Michael had assumed that the baby was a girl, so the doctor answered:
"She is very well and your son a perfect lovely boy." Michael was so
surprised that he could not articulate a single word; then the doctor,
slowing his voice added, "He has two balls as a donkey." The father for an
answer hugged the doctor with blurred eyes.
"Do you mean I have a boy?"
"Yes; you did and he is a beautiful one. Come on, enter and see you
wife and son." He entered in the room and a lovely wide grin on the
mother's face received him. He kissed his wife and then he went round the
bed to see the son he had so badly wanted.
"Oh Maria, it was our last shot! You did it!"
"Yes my man, we did it! Your surname will continue. See him; he is a
gorgeous boy."
"Yes, the most beautiful creature on the Earth." He kissed his
wife. "I must call home to advise the girls, besides I was with Frank, he
is outside and had another boy; I asked him to be his boy's godfather
because I thought we may have another girl; but I'm so happy...! I'll call
him and set up a phone call." He left the room; he could not resist the
temptation to give the news to his best friend. Before he entered in the
waiting room, he gave the phone number to the nurse. Then faced Frank that
stood up when he watched his friend's face.
"Well Michael, how is your boy?" Michael went to him and hugged his friend
very tight.
"How do you know it is boy?"
"You have the joy on your face."
"Frank, please, come in and see him before we go into your room to
see my godson and his mother." Maria loved the friendship between both
friends and was happy to see Frank.
"Congratulations Frank! I'm sure both boys will be as close friends
as their fathers have been." He kissed the happy mother on the cheeks and
the boy on the forehead.
"I'm sure they will. Congratulations Maria, we have been late but
fortunate, and that's what matters." In that moment the nurse came,
announcing the phone call was online. Michael rushed and took the receiver
trembling with emotion.
"Lucia, how are you, my daughter?"
"Very well dad; how are mom and the baby?"
"She is quite well and your brother is a lovely boy." A silence got
both of them, and then Michael continued: "Lucia, are you still there?"
"Oh yes, dad. That is so good that I couldn't speak. Angela and
Rosemary are hugging me full of joy. I'll put them thru."
"Lucia, also Frank's wife had a boy, please spread the news to both
families. I'll come back tomorrow." The joy of the sisters was great and
their dad could not believe that he had a son. Frank was near him when he
finished speaking. He extracted a box from his pocket and gave a Havana's
cigar to Frank. Then from his wallet took several banknotes and put then
into Frank's pocket.
"Please Frank, please, don't reject them. Your must feed your wife
and your son properly; time will come with changes; life won't be as it is
now, so let me help you and your family. I want to see Margaret and your
children to grow healthy and happy." He kept silence, and then hugged his
best friend.
"Ok Michael, I'll try to return you till the last cent."
"That's better Frank. Let's see Margaret and my godson."
Yes, Frankie and I had come to this world; it was 1st November 1949. Let me
continue telling the story.
Joyfully they celebrated our birth. All family visited the clinic the
following days. After five days, we returned home. My two pregnant sisters
were the happiest since they thought more boys were coming. They were
right. Two weeks later and with a difference of three days, two more boys
were born. Well, the joy of the family was beyond description. Some weeks
later took place the Christianisation of all, including Frank's son: my
friend Frankie. Dad invited all the family and friends. Since the sisters'
boys had the same surname, and were born within three days difference, my
dad started calling them the twins; they named them Manuel and Louis, as
their fathers; and named me John; as my late granddad. The following day
was Sunday and as usual, all the family joined in the dining room for
lunch; when this was over, looking at his youngest daughter, still with her
little daughter on her lap, dad said:
"Well, I have the Three Musketeers, now I need Dartagnan to complete
my team." Rosemary blushed and all laughed. That night when Rosemary and
Tomas, her husband, were in bed, she said:
"Tomas, let's please my dad. Now all have boys, I think we should
take the chance that Mother Nature wants to please us and start asking for
a boy."
"Why not? My lovely Rosemary." They started making love. Ten months
later came the most beautiful boy of the family: my nephew Francis! My dear
Francis!
Chapter 2
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Years went by, other boys and girls came into the family; Frankie, Louis
and Manuel (the twins) and I were 8 y/o, and Francis was 7 y/o; he was born
10 months later after the three of us. Mom and my sisters used to say that
Frankie and I were the cutest boys in the village, I'm not sure about me,
but Frankie surely was. He got the best features from both of his parents,
a truly Latin type. He had very thick and black hair that he combed to his
right side forming lovely soft waves; large black eyes and curved
eyes-lashed, a light oval face and thick red lips. On contrast, his skin
was as white as snow. I loved watching him naked. On contrary, I was a mix
of all of my ancestors; brown silky hair that I always left free to grow
round my face and green eyes. The only things in common with Frankie were
the size of my eyes and eyes-lashes. I had, and of course, I still have, a
dimple on my chin.
The twins were also cute boys; both with red hair, as their grandfather,
and pale blue eyes; however, the most beautiful of us and in the family was
my nephew Francis. He was a rare specimen for our family, with blond silky
hair, as his sister Nuria, lovely deep blue eyes and white skin with two
dimples, one on each his cheeks that showed when he laughed. All boys of
the family had a family mark: a mole on the back of the left ear; my dad
also had it; and, according of what he said, his father had, however none
of the female got that mark. Two years later came into this world the
prince of the family: Joan. He was not blond as his brothers Nuria and
Francis, but had black waiving hair as Frankie. Further, in this story,
I'll explain why he was entirely different from his sister and brother.
My dad was full of joy because all of us grew healthy with no serious
problem, except some colds in the winter. I started being the boss of the
group, commanding the twins and Francis that obeyed me. I was the leader of
our plays as I was stronger than the twins were. However, when Frankie came
to the farm, it was a different matter; he did not want to submit himself
to my orders, so instinctively we reached an agreement by which, when he
came to the farm, I was the boss, but when I was in the school or in his
home he was in command. Apart of this, we were inseparable pals, we were
best friends, and I learnt many things thru him, since he had an elder
brother, Jim, 3 years older than Frankie was. It was as if I had an older
brother of myself.
However, my real best friend was my dad; I deeply loved him. Right from the
beginning I hated cloths when I was in bed; pyjamas did not exist for me,
even when the weather was cold my mom found me in the morning nude, so, as
soon as I did not wet the diapers, they started leaving me naked to sleep
in the bed. Probably I had inherited it from my dad because he liked to be
naked whenever we expected nobody strange in our big house. Nevertheless,
what I much loved was when he bathed and wrapped me in a towel, taking me
in his arms to the living room, especially in wintertime when the fireplace
was burning with logs on flames.
My first clear recollections come when I was 8 y/o. As soon as we sat down
on the large couch in front of the fire, he used to start kissing me round
all my naked body, rubbing my back he kissed on my hair, on my neck, on my
chest, sometimes my legs, even my little weenie. If he was not naked, I
unbuttoned his shirt and put my little arms round him, resting my head on
his chest. I liked the ticklish sensations of my smooth skin against his
old and strong muscles. He caressed my hair and especially my neck; those
were special moments of love; sometimes I noticed my little cock to get
hard, however I never noticed his penis getting hard in spite my butt
placed down on top of it. He kissed and kissed me and I was spurring as a
little kitten.
"I love you, dad." I hugged him very tight and he took my body to
his heart.
"I love you too, my little kitten. I love you more than anything in
this world." Normally I got asleep in his arms and he took me to my
bed. One of those tender moments, as I was with my face on his hairy chest
I said:
"Dad, you always call me little kitten, why?"
"Because you have the most beautiful eyes I ever saw. Well not
exactly, you resemble more to my father than to me. You have the same eyes
and that beautiful tuft of your hair on your forehead." I put a little pout
and said:
"I would have liked to be like you, your hazel eyes are the
loveliest ones; and your hair is the same as Frankie's; I love it. I
sometimes envy his hair, mine is too rebel; yours is with waves like the
sea when it is not very rough."
"In appearance you are as your grandpa, but in your heart you are
like me, and that's what matters, my little kitten." I then kissed my dad
all round his face and his chest. He hugged me very tight and suddenly I
noticed how something wet dropped on my hair. I tenderly separated from him
and I watched tears on his yes. It was the first time I saw a man crying
and I that shocked me.
"Dad, why are you crying? Have I hurt you?"
"No, you didn't, my son. Please don't mention it even to mom, she
might not understand. These are not tears of sorrow but in such a manner of
glee." At that age, I could not understand the meaning of his words; he
continued: "Men can also cry when we are content and happy. Sometimes I
feel that we have lost much time without loving you, you should have born
before, but we feared a new girl would come and three were enough." He
paused for a moment. "On the other hand, I think we did well, those were
very bad and cruel times and we have saved you of suffering them."
"I never cry when I'm happy, only when someone hurts me."
"You may not now, but with the time you will, remember this."
"No. I'll always be with you." In my little heart, I had something
that hurts me when my dad kissed or hugged one of the twins or Francis, in
those moments I did not realise it was jealous. "I don't want to share you
dad, I love you more than anybody and I feel bad when you hug the twins or
the girls." Now I was myself the one to sob. He lovingly separated me from
his chest and kissed me round my eyes and on my chin.
"John, I want you to hear me well. I don't love anybody as much as I
love you. I'll tell you a little story that my dad told me when I felt like
you do."
"Did you feel the same?"
"Yes, but on contrary of you, I could not release my feelings to my
dad. He was very busy, but I told it to my mom, she then told me this
story." Once upon time, there was a rich man, he had plenty of food, he ate
all he could, however, some crumbs still dropped to the floor while eating;
a poor beggar took them to his mouth but the rich man kicked him, telling
to go away and not to take his crumbs."
"He was a mean man, dad." I felt ashamed because I knew what my dad
was trying to say me. I won't be like him, dad; I promise you... but will
you love me forever? He tenderly hugged and kissed me again.
"You will always have my love, but I still have a lot of love to
give to your sisters and her children."
"I don't mind, especially if you love Francis." Dad smiled. I felt
the warmth of the fire on my bareback and my little weenie hard as I rubbed
it against my dad's belly. He wanted to prolong those moments of intimacy
as much as possible before I got asleep.
"Your little soldier is awoken, so let's put some music to get him
to sleep, too." I liked that. Dad was very fond classic music, however, he
was not strictly a deep music-lover; he liked light operas and Spanish
zarzuelas, especially choral music. He got up, took a record and placed it
on the record player: The music of Nabbuco from Verdi started; he knew I
liked that part of the Italian author since I was a baby. A few minutes
later, I was rock asleep. I remained in his arms until mom tucked me in my
bed.
We were well known; so everybody knew he was my dad, but when we went to
the city, it was different, most of the people believed he was my granddad,
so if someone mentioned that, instead rectifying him we grinned in
complicity. It was a way of having fun.
One Sunday morning, I got up; I had heard noise and moans in my parents'
room, so when it was over I assumed they had awoken. I ran to their room,
the door was unlocked, so I entered and jumped on the bed. They were naked
under the covers; it was not strange to me in what dad was concerned;
however, mom rarely got full nude in front of me. She did nothing strange,
took me in his arms and started kissing and hugging me.
"Good morning, son. Did you sleep well?"
"Oh yes, mom, very well"
"Ok, I must get up to prepare breakfast." She got a nearby gown and
covered herself smiling at dad and me. I had gotten them near making love,
though I was not aware of it. I jumped on top of my dad, as many times had
done, straddling him; my butt was on his belly bottom so I noticed the
wetness of his juices of his recent lovemaking. I innocently starting
joking and tickling him:
"Dad, you pee yourself as a baby, you pee yourself as a baby!" He
laughed and laughed, but when he recovered, he said:
"That's not pee, John. You must be very careful next time."
"Be careful... about what, dad?" I innocently asked, a little bit
surprised.
"Well... you are now near nine, and should know more things. Mom and
I were making love, as when we were doing a baby. Do you remember what I
told you about men's seeds?"
"Yes, but your door was open."
"I'm not blaming you my son, it was our fault for leaving the door
unlocked." Then rather concerned I said:
"But dad, are you telling me that you are trying to bring another
baby boy?"
"Oh no, John! Mom cannot conceive a new baby; you were her best and
last shot. It is the same as when you have lunch; what do you leave for the
last and best part?"
"I leave the sweet."
"Exactly; so she left the best part of her for the last shot: You! I
hugged my dad softly.
"Thanks dad for bringing me. But if you are not going to bring a
baby, why...?" He interrupted me.
"With the time you will better understand, but that doesn't mean
that we cannot make love. Love is an expression when two persons like each
other and become as one. I put my seed into her, but we know that won't
bring anything, however it produces a great pleasure doing it."
"Do you still have seeds?"
"Yes. Men never stop expelling seeds. They start round 12y/o, and it
lasts until they are very old, however, women start more or less at he same
age, but they finish when they are between 45 and 50 y/o." I remember I was
tempted to ask dad to show me the seeds, and he feared I had made that
question, as he explained me long time afterward, but I only said:
"I'm glad to be a man and not a woman." He grinned and we continued
playing for some time until we decided it was time for breakfast.
I can not exactly remember how it happened. One night I was face down on
the bed and as I felt my weenie erected. I started rubbing it. I put my
hand with the palm up between the sheet and my belly cupping my penis and
started with my butt moving up and down. It felt good so I continued
faster, but my body asked quicker and quicker until I was breathing
heavily; a couple of minutes later I felt what probably was my first dry
orgasm or something very pleasant. It was so good that a few minutes later
I started repeatedly doing it, until I was exhausted and drifted to
sleep. The following morning as I recalled the night before, I had a look
at my little prick thinking to start the exercise again, but with some
surprise, I noticed it was sore, so reluctantly I left it in peace. My
first thought was to ask my dad about it, but he had never told me about
that nice feeling, so I decided to ask Frankie, maybe his brother Jim could
help. I got up and after breakfast as every weekday, dad took Francis, the
twins and me to the school. During the first break, I joined Frankie:
"Frankie I must tell you something." His lovely eyes looked at me,
and then he said:
"What is it, John?" I explained it.
"Have you ever felt that feeling, Frankie?"
"No. I have noticed very often I find my weenie hard, I rub it and
feel good, but I never went further because some boys said that isn't good,
and if you touch it too much you might get blind."
"It is silliness!" I said a little bit scared. "Why don't you ask Jimmy?
He's older and must know all about it."
"I'll try tonight, and tomorrow I'll tell you. Come on, let's play
with the twins." I forgot that during the day, but with surprise, I noticed
that my little cock was much better and not so sore, yet I did not try
again, just I case, until Frankie gave me better information.
That night, as soon as Frankie got under the sheets, he started fucking his
hand as I had told him without asking anything to his brother. He was so
engaged rubbing his prick, that he did not notice Jimmy was watching
him. When Jimmy realised his little brother was over his first orgasm,
grinned and Frankie, still breathing hard, looked astonished to his
brother.
"Did you enjoy, little bro fucking your sheets?"
"How do you know...?"
"Because I have done it many times; but I must teach you a couple of
things, my little angel. Please lock the door, I don't want mom peeking on
us and telling me that I'm perverting you. Who taught you that?"
"John did, but he said he got his prick pretty sore and I should ask
you for help."
"As usual he is the clever one. I'll show you what to do from now
on; you must not hesitate to ask me anything; so we can prevent problems."
"Thanks big bro." Frankie locked the door and returned to the
bed. Jim then said:
"Now get naked and lay on your back." As Frankie did so, Jim also
got nude; he looked to his little brother and he thought for himself, "What
a beautiful boy is my little angel!" His cock started to grow. "I'm very
fond of girls but no one is near as beautiful as is my little angel." He
lay on the bed near his younger brother watching him. He added, "Frankie,
you should take note how I do it to you, so you can tell John."
"Oh yes, Jim, sure I'll do it, he is eagerly wanting it."
"Ok, I hope you enjoy it." Frankie weenie was at full length now
waiting for his brother actions. Jim thought, "I would like to put it into
my mouth and give him a great pleasure; however, it is much better step by
step, so he and I enjoy it." With his right hand thumb and two fingers, he
dragged the shaft's foreskin back discovering that little pink mushroom
pulsating in excitement. Frankie trembled when his brother touched him;
then Jim bent himself and spate on top of the little prick, then proceeded
to smear the saliva all over the head and shaft, Frankie started to moan.
"Oh Jim, that feel very good."
"Wait until I finish." Jim said. Then he put his left hand under
Frankie's balls sack and started slowly jerking him off. Whenever his
fingers touched the balls sack on his way down Frankie moaned and arched
his hips a little bit. Jim continued jacking off the little pole, now
increasing the pace. On every stroke, he felt Frankie's little cock grew
hard and red as the blood went up to fill it. When Jim observed his brother
was approaching his nice feeling, he increased the pace. He left Frankie
ball sack starting to auto masturbate himself. Frankie was now moaning in
pleasure, moving his lovely head from one side to other on the pillow
breathing heavily, his mouth dry; he was sweating with the excitement.
"Jim, please, ple...se." Frankie extended his hands to stop his
brother; he could not resist it. In a moment, he felt that strong feeling
coming from his groins up to the tip of his little dick. He arched his
hips, stopped breathing and placed his little hands on top of his brother's
fingers.
"Ahg!!! Oh!!!. He moaned loudly. Then he dropped his body on the bed
again panting. Jim kissed his brother's abdomen, then his chest and his
sweaty forehead. At this stage, Frankie had almost recovered. His older
brother looked tenderly into those beautiful black eyes:
"Did you like it, Frankie?" For an answer, he dragged his brother to
his chest, and hugged him.
"Jim, it was fantastic, I never thought it would be like that." He
stared at his weenie that still was erect pulsating with his
heartbeats. "Jim, can you do it again?" He grinned to his brother.
"Yes, I can, but look at mine, it is also waiting; I need a
release." Frankie rose to his butt and said:
"Jim, please, let me do it to you, and then you can do it to me
again." As he saw the doubt on his brother's eyes, he insisted: "Please
Jim, I want you to get that lovely feeling."
"Ok." Jim exchange positions with his brother and lay on his
back. As he was ready to spit on his brother's dickhead, he observed that
it had now something like saliva. He looked a little puzzled and looked to
his brother for an answer: "That's precum, Frankie, so you don't need to
put your saliva on."
"What is precum, Jim?"
"It is a slippery liquid expelled thru the tip of my cock to lube my
prick, so it cannot get sore. Round eleven, you will start getting it when
you are excited like I'm now; meantime you should always spit on your dick
before jacking it off; otherwise, it might get sore. Now straddle me, sit
on my chest facing my dick." Frankie did as ordered watching his brother's
large dick compared with his. Jim spate on his right hand, and then smeared
his saliva on top and round Frankie's little dick. He could not see him
because he had his brother's back, but he was well aware how he
was. Frankie started stroking his brother cock up and down slowly with his
thumb and two fingers, but Jim told him:
"Frankie, wrap my dick with your hands, look my hand on your cock."
Jim gripped Frankie's dick, however the little pole disappeared in his
larger hand. "Yours is still too small for my hand." Frankie was already
enjoying his brother strokes and with a pitchy voice, he said:
"Yes, I understand, but please, don't stop. It is feeling lovely."
Frankie did as instructed. Jim was very excited after watching his brother
getting his climaxes; his cock was very hard and Frankie felt the
smoothness and warmth of his brother's dick. He continued stroking the
large boyhood, as Jim started moaning and gasping.
"Frankie..., please, faster, faster!" he exclaimed. His little
brother increased the pace gripping it very tight, mixing the abundant
precum now oozing from Jim's pee slit. Soon Frankie felt the increase of
his brother strokes at unison with himself. Again, that new sensation
appeared in his balls and started going thru up to his penis' head. Both of
them were now loudly moaning and breathing as their climaxes
approached. Jim was rubbing his little brother smooth back and hair; he
could not control his noise. Frankie could not resist, his head tilted
back; his forehead covered with sweat. In a moment, both brothers stopped
breathing as Jim arched his hips lifting his little brother up. Frankie
took his left hand on top of his brother's fingers to push then down as
much as possible; he thought he would faint when the point of not return
arrived and their dry orgasms hit them.
Frankie lay down on his back on top of his brother chest, both breathing
hard and gasping for air trying to recover their strengths; now their cocks
getting flaccid.
"Jim, that was wonderful, even better than before." Jim kissed
tenderly his little brother all over his face and neck. They stopped their
petting; both brothers were very tight. After some time, Frankie slipped to
his side facing his big brother. "I love you Jim; you are the best brother
in the world." Jim smiled to his little angel.
"I love you, too, Frankie; this only can be done with someone to
whom you love, otherwise you can have the nice feeling, but never the
afterglow that we have now, that is the difference."
"Jim, will you teach me more things? Some boys say that if you touch
your weenie too much you might get blind." Jim grinned.
"Of course, I'll teach you a lot of things in order you enjoy them,
but step by step. This is our secret that only you can share with someone
you love. About blind, that's not true, otherwise my friends and I would be
blind since long time ago." Both laughed.
"Can I tell John?"
"Yes, you can, because I know how much you love each other; I also
love him and his family. I'll tell you something that you cannot release
even to John, do you promise?
"Oh yes, I do. What is sit Jim"
"Sometimes mom and dad thought that I was asleep, but I was not."
"More or less like now." Both boys smiled.
"Yes." He paused, and then continued with the confidences to his
little brother. "When you were born, mom was very, very sick; she was in
danger to pass away, so dad took her to a private clinic in the city in
order to minimise the risks, however he had not a single cent to pay and
that was very expensive. Now we are going thru bad times, but nothing to
compare with ten years ago. People starved, and many children died because
had nothing to eat. Dad is a very proud man and never accepted anything
that looked as charity, however, John's father told him, the night you both
were born, to forget his pride and let him help our family. Dad rejected
his help several times, but he insisted, he said "for your children's sake,
please, Frank, accept my help. We are more than friends, we are brothers
since we were boys and no one needs to know it." He still rejected it, but
then Michael, seeing he would not accept, he used a different strategy, and
told him, "Are you going to permit Margaret to die because your stupid
pride? I'll not, and if necessary, I'll speak to her. You will accept my
help whether you like it or not." Dad loved, and still loves a lot his
little doll, as he calls mom, and Michael knew it very well. Probably he
thought about what his best friend was trying to do, and after a few
minutes of silence, he answered: "I don't deserve a friend like you,
Michael". Michael hugged dad very tight and took some bank notes and put
them into dad's pocket." Jim kept silence and saw his little brother eyes
were blurred.
"Who has told you that Jim?"
"Nobody; I heard mom and dad speaking one night that you were with
fever, both were sat down near your bed three years ago. Please Frankie,
never, never, you hear me, never release a single word of this."
"Don't worry Jim, I know how to keep a real secret, besides, Michael
is my godfather and dad is John's godfather too. I always feel something
special for John's family, I love them all, especially my friend John.
"You know it Frankie; I'm sure no one knows about this, even John's
mother, only our parents and now you and me. When the situation improved,
dad tried to pay him back part of the debt, but Michael said he gave that
to his godson, you; and not to him, so he could not accept any
reimbursement that he did not owed to him."
"That was a clever way to reject it." Frankie said."
"Yes it was, and that isn't all. Michael has a farm and plenty of
food available, so the following night after mom's return from the clinic,
when dad was not here, he and his elder daughter brought a lot of
food. Winter was near and mom and you needed to be fed properly, he said:
"all this is our present for my godson", so mom could not reject it because
you could not speak." Frankie grinned.
"Jim thanks for telling me that and for your relying on me." He
hugged his brother and both drifted to sleep not taking into account that
both were naked, in the same bed, and the door locked. They were lucky
because in the morning was his dad who knocked:
"Come on boys, get up, time for school." Jim heard his dad and saw
Frankie happily sleeping in his bed. He quickly jumped from the bed and
unlocked the door.
"Frankie, Frankie, come on! Get up! It is time for school." He
yawned stretching out his arms. "Come on Frankie, don't be lazy, dad has
called us."
"Oh Jim, I was so happy... Jim, can we do it again now?" Jimmy
looked at his little brother in surprise.
"Are you mad?" He put on his underwear and left Frankie alone
looking to his erected little prick. He then said:
"You enjoyed last night!" He rubbed it several times, put on his
underwear and saw how a tent had formed; then he went to join Jim that was
now combing his hair.
Chapter 3
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The school had six large classrooms, three for boys and three for girls; it
was a single building located in the outskirts of the town, near a little
park. Boys and girls should remain in the school up to the age of 14;
however, most of them had to leave before that age to help their families.
The Secondary School was in the city, so anyone wanting to get a secondary
graduation had to attend to private classes and have periodically
examinations in the city. The twins, Francis and I, as well as Frankie and
Jimmy prolonged our school time an hour every day, paying for that extra
teaching. We were round twenty-five students, girls and boys; only those
who could afford to pay this.
I met Frankie in the morning break, he ran to where I was peeing in the
trees; we greeted and grinned each other.
"Frankie, did you ask Jim about..."
"Yes, I did; in fact, I did more, but I cannot explain you it now. I
promised him I only would release it to you, and the twins are
approaching." One of the twins greeted Frankie.
"Hi, Frankie. Did you..."
"Yes I did, and could experience it."
"Come on, Frankie, please let us know."
"There is not any great secret; he told me that we get sore because
we don't use any lubricant on our dicks."
"What do you mean as lubricant?" I asked.
"It's something to make your dick slippery, for instance, saliva."
We all three were surprised; he watching us with no word continued: "Yes,
you must spit on your dick, and then smear it over your dick." I watched
how the twin started to rub the little tents on their shorts as I was doing
the same.
"Frankie, did you do it?" I asked.
"Yes, I did, and I can tell you there is a great difference." Then
looking at our back he asked: "Is anyone coming?"
"Nobody is approaching." One of the twins said. Then he opened his
fly and immediately his erected dick popped out, then he took his prick and
showed us how to do it.
"Look, if your dick is very little you can beat it with your thumb
and two fingers, but I would suggest doing it with your fist gripped round
it, like this." He motioned and stroked twice his cock. We all were very
hard, and then the other twin said:
"I'm very hard; I need to jerk my prick off."
"Are you mad? We can be caught and everybody would know it." Frankie
looking at me, added, "Jim told me that it is also even greater if anyone
do it to you." He winked me as advising that he had already experienced
it. Then one of the twins said:
"We can do it in pairs side by side. I'm left handed, so I would not
interfere if I make it with my cousin, he is right handed." Once more, we
appreciated the twins were very intelligent except when school matter was
treated. In that moment, Francis joined the group.
"What is going on?" I saw one of the twins was ready to answer him
rudely. I gazed at him, and then he said.
"It's nothing important." My little nephew stared at me pleading..."
"Francis, we haven't now time to explain you, I'll do it to you
later." He gave me a lovely stare. Frankie touched my hand lightly; and an
electric discharge went thru my body, why? I did not know in those
moments. We returned to class and as usual, we forgot everything and
concentrated ourselves in our tasks. When finished, we said god-bye to
Frankie and Jim and returned to the farm. Normally, dad transported us in
our little truck in the morning; however, in the afternoon, we must
walk. It was lovely because all four spent our times joking and playing,
but never stopping. One the twins asked:
"What about putting in practice what we have learnt?"
"It's a good idea. But we must finish our homework before we do
anything."
"What is it? Francis asked.
"Look Francis, Frankie explained us how to jerk off our weenies
without getting sore." I answered.
"Can I do it?"
"Of course you can if you like. When you finish your task; I wait
for you in the upper barn floor, ok?"
"Yes, Ok." All three answered at unison. It was in those days near
the autumn when the sun was shinning until very late, so we had time for
everything, except when it was raining. I finished my school home works and
said to mom:
"I'm going to play with the twins and little Francis." Mom nodded
and I ran to the barn. Some minutes later, the twins arrived rubbing their
little tents. Immediately my beautiful Francis came. We went inside the
cave we had formed with straw bales. It was warm inside, so immediately we
got naked, our sticks erected. I said, "We must establish some rules,
otherwise we may hurt ourselves. I have heard that we can do very often but
we should not abuse it; so I propose we do it a maximum of two or three
time a day altogether." They nodded. The twins and Francis were already
spitting saliva on top of their respective dicks, I followed them and we
started jerking our cocks off with our fists very tight round them. We
started moving our hands up and down our shafts, hands sped up as that nice
feeling started building up in our balls; soon we were panting, and
reaching the point of not return. Moans were heard as we got what seemed
our climaxes in a dry orgasm. I wanted to do this first part because my
wish was the direct contact with my blond little Francis.
"It was great, John, much, much better than in the bed." one of the twins
said.
"Yes, it was; but now let do it in pair, Frankie told me it is the best."
"Who told him?" The intelligent Francis asked.
"I don't know, but that's what he suggested me; so let do it. You
twins together, I'll do to Francis." My little angel smiled sweetly to me
as I had my preferences for him. The twins sat down one in front of the
other and started smearing saliva on each other dick. I lay on my back near
them. "Francis, please straddle me facing my dick; but don't put all your
weight on my chest. Spit plenty saliva on your hand." He sat on me by
kneeling so my body was between his legs and his back in front of my
face. He started rubbing my thighs and fondling my balls with his left
hand, with the right one he was slowly jerking my prick off. "You follow my
pace on your weenie." I got the beautiful view of his back near my face. My
right hand reached his little hard dick and I started slowly jacking him
off. My left hand wondered rubbing his lovely butt and thighs, I reached
his back until his neck, fondling his beautiful silk hair and massaging his
little shoulders. I heard his moans of pleasure as I put my hand on his
fatty chest and rubbed his nipples. My cock was now very hard as all
others. Several minutes passed, and only we heard moans and the sound of
our hands going up and down the shafts. We were near our orgasms; the twins
that were more advanced, left each other prick and I could see them one on
top of the other, prick against prick, balls against balls, crotch against
crotch; rubbing and grinding, lost in a wild pleasure.
I was near my climax. Francis was breathing very hard his little body in
spasm as I increased the pace of my hand and he did the same with his. I
heard a loud moan from the twin as they collapsed both on the straw in a
tight embrace. Seconds after that, Francis inclined his little head back,
his left hand on top of mine on his dick, the same as mine on top of his,
trying to get the maximum of pleasure that now we could not resist. We held
our breathing; I arched my hips pushing him up. Low moans followed from
each throat gasping for air. My little Francis collapsed on top of me, his
silky hair on my face; both sweating with the strong exercise. He rolled
over to meet my face against his. I hugged him very tight against my
chest. When we almost recovered, I started kissing his face and hair. He
raised a little bit his head and returned me the kisses. I wanted badly to
kiss him on the lips and suck his lips, but I thought that was not the
moment.
The twins were also very tight rubbing themselves each other. We remained
like that for a few minutes, but we were tired of the school and our sexual
exercise, so I noticed how our eyes closed in the warmth of the straw. I
made an effort to wake myself up because I knew if we drifted to sleep it
would have been very difficult to get up, and probably they would start
searching for us and find us naked. Therefore, I did a great effort; and
tenderly I separated Francis from me that was near asleep.
"Come on boys, don't get asleep, we must go out to play." The twins
came on top of me and started tickling us. Manuel then said:
"Thanks John. That was the most wonderful thing we ever did. I would
do it again now, but my little weenie is soft." Then we all four embraced
in a mutual hug.
"This is our secret that no one would ever know." We got
dressed. "Now let's play to Indians and cow boys. Then Louis, (the other
twin), said:
"I'll be the Sheriff this time, and you, Manuel, my assistant."
"OK, we will be the Indians. I'll be Sitting Bull and Francis will
be White Cloud, my second in command, so we must keep nude from our waist
up." I looked to my little Francis and I could see his happiness as his
Indian name fit him very well. We took off our clothes and left them on the
entrance of the barn. "Francis, please, get some red rose petals from the
garden, we must paint our faces with war stripes." As soon as he came, I
started painting him, we were very close, separated from the twins that
were getting some pieces of wood to use as guns; he was looking into my
eyes, then in a low voice, he said:
"I love you, Uncle John." He put his hand on my chest and my heart
raced with his touch. In that moment, I wanted to kiss him on his little
and beautiful face. I felt a stirring on my groins; and a sensation of
needing to protect that little creature; yet, he was only ten moths younger
than I was; now 9 y/o. We were approximately 10 y/o. With a sigh, I said:
"I love you, too, my little blonde." We started playing and I forgot
everything; our play lasted until it was near dark; then we heard the voice
of one of the twin's sisters calling us. We broke and each one left for his
home. I entered in my house, my face and my chest painted and dirty, the
same were my clothes. Mom stared at me and a little bit serious she said:
"My god, Johnny! Do you realise how dirty you are? You give me more
work than the whole family." I got serious because for an instant I thought
mom was seriously scolding me; but then she opened her arms to receive
me. I ran and jumped into her, feeling the warmth of her big tits. I kissed
her as she was saying, "I love you my beautiful kitten."
"I know I'm dirty, so I'll get a bath just now." She took me in her
arms and dropped in the bathroom. I sat down on a white stool and she
started undressing me. As any child, I hated to bath myself or to be
bathed; however when I was within the warmth water I changed my mind, so
that time thinking on it, I did not protest. Mom took off all my clothes,
socks and sandals. We wore shoes only in feast days. Approximately, from
March to October, we wore sandals and for the rest of the year, mostly cold
months, boots. Trousers always were shorts over the knee that we wore until
we were teenagers; jeans were unknown to us.
Since we had plenty space available in the house, dad had built a large
bathroom with shower and a strange tub that he saw in a foreign
magazine. It was large and with a rounded step on one side, so the old
persons could use it, being sat down. An aerial water-tank that the sun
naturally heated provided warm water. There was also a heater tank
connected to a coal or firewood cooker in the kitchen, used out of
summer. I preferred showering with the other boys, but my mom only
permitted it in the back yard in the in open air, because in the bathroom
we always made a mess.
"Johnny, do you want me to bath or soap you?"
"No mom thanks; I'll do it myself."
"Don't forget to wash you hair with the special soap."
"I'll do, mom." She referred to a special shampoo that she had
bought in the city for all of us in contact with other children in the
school; that was to prevent us from being infected by lice, very common in
those times, due to the lack of sanitary installations in the houses and
thus hygiene. Mom got out and closed the door; this had not any lock. Dad
did not allow the carpenter to install it. He, very early, taught all of us
never to enter in the bathroom before knocking on the door if this was
closed; this was a common law in the four homes that I still keep in force,
in order to prevent children's accidents.
I submerged in the warm water, took a vegetal sponge and soaped it
carefully. Then I took the special soap and rubbed against my hair that
produced no much foam. I took the sponge and started washing my face,
taking care of my eyes, then the rest of my body. I sat on the step and
returned to my cock that now was very hard as it waited my touch. I
carefully put a lot of foam and soap on it and I started washing it
dragging the foreskin up and down. I reeled back what we have done in the
barn, I close my eyes and started jerking it off. However, before I
continued, I submerged in the warm water and rinsed out carefully my hair
and body but without much care. My dick was emerging from the water like a
submarine periscope. I started again jacking it off hearing the chock,
chock, sound of my fit beating the water. I moved my head to one side and
watched my image on the large mirror on the wall, now covered with
humidity. I stood up and with a towel, I cleaned it, but I only could see
from my chest up. I took the stool and climbed on it; a full view of my
body was in front of me as another boy. It surprised me that the image had
a big dick, larger and thicker than mine. I watched myself and I could not
believe why it was bigger in the mirror. "Never mind, it is much better." I
thought.
I remembered when the nice feeling came in the barn, if now was the same
probably I would fall from the stool; reluctantly I returned to the tub and
submerged into the warm water. I put more soap on my red dick and started
stroking the slippery pole with my right hand; with the left, I was
massaging my thighs one after the other, then my nipples and finally my
ball sack that now was tight. I started to tremble as I heard the familiar
sound of my fist round it beating the water. Soon my breathing increased,
my legs stiffed as I increased the pace of my strokes; suddenly the nice
feeling wildly started from balls to the tip of my cock that nothing could
stop. I stopped breathing and arched my hips over the water as my dry
orgasm hit me.
"Oh! Agh!" I moaned loudly. Fortunately, the bathroom was far away
from the kitchen where my mom was preparing dinner. When I recovered my
breath, I turned over and put my arms on top of the step using it as a
pillow; I remained very quiet and relaxed, it was so nice and
comfortable... I got near asleep when I heard a knock on the door; it was
mom.
"Johnny, my son, please don't take much time, dinner is ready and
dad will be here soon." I got up, rinsed, and took a large towel to dry my
hair and body. Still with the towel on my hands climbed on the stool in
front of the mirror. I watched my other dick, now not very flaccid or
erected; again, I looked my real one and I still found the difference. "Why
is it bigger there?" I combed my hair that was not very short and that
rebel tuft that kept my hair up on my forehead. I stepped down the stool
and approached my body to the mirror; now half of my body reflected on
it. "You are a pretty and lovely boy, kitten eyes, and your beautiful
freckles under them." I muttered to myself. I approached my face to the
mirror and my mind changed my view, now Frankie face was on it; I grinned,
and approaching nearer the glass, I kissed those thick red lips on it. "I
love you, Frankie." The contact with the cold glass brought me to
reality. I glared again to the figure and I repeated: "Never mind, you are
a very beautiful boy." I wrapped the towel round me and left. I entered in
the living room; it was chilly outside, so mom had set up a fire with some
logs. The room was very warm so I put the towel on the large couch and
contemplated the flames' dance. That had another objective, to heat the
room of my parents and mine. Suddenly I heard my dad coming in.
"Is it anybody here?" He shouted. I left the room and naked ran to
meet him. I jumped onto his strong and old arms; he near fell back. I was
now near 10 y/o but my body responded more to an eleven's; the same
happened to Frankie. We hugged and kissed until he dropped me on the large
sofa. Mom came and both kissed greeting themselves. Then dad said:
"I'm dirty. I'll have a quick shower and come back here in one minute."
"Dad, can I soap you?" I requested.
"You can, but you may not. You are very clean and nice, so you
better remain here and help mom to bring dinner." I reluctantly said:
"Ok dad, but don't take much time, I'm hungry." He did not answer
and soon I heard his singing of a zarzuela song as he was showering. I
still nude helped mom to bring the dishes, and when we were finishing dad
came wrapped in a white gown. We all sat down and had dinner. Once we
cleared the dishes dad put some music and sat on the sofa; I jumped on his
lap straddling him, my head on his chest, and rubbing his ticklish chest
hair; he was nude but I did not mind because I had done this hundreds of
times. Mom came and sat near my dad; I put one of my legs on mom's lap.
"I love you, mom; I love you, dad." Then dad said:
"I wouldn't change one of these moments by all the gold in the
world.", Mom then reached her man, as she used to say, kissed him and
kissed me on my hair. It was so sweet, I was so happy... A few minutes
later, I was rocky asleep; mom took me on her arms and dropped me on my
bed, covering my nakedness.
Chapter 4
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At that very moment, Frankie was laying on his bed. His parents had gone to
pay a visit to some colleagues that would participate in the new private
school they were planning, in order to teach those students that wanted to
follow secondary education in the city, now that Frank was going to
retire. Frankie was with his hands under his head; his large black eyes
looking to the ceiling, but seeing nothing. He was thinking aloud in a
whisper about his friend John; and what they had talked in the school. "How
beautiful he is, I love you John. I would like to kiss you, to be with you
all the time, to sleep with you." He noticed how his weenie had gotten
hard, popping out thru his pyjama fly, pulsating as he continued
murmuring. His brother Jim interrupted his thoughts.
Jim, Frankie's elder brother, was now 13 y/o. He was not a pretty boy, but
had curly black hair and the same large eyes and lashes as his younger
brother; and a lovely dimple on his right cheek that showed when he smiled,
as the twins. He loved children and always was ready to defend them against
older boys. Mother Nature had bestowed a bright intelligence upon him. He
was even whiter than his brother was and with flawless body. We all deeply
loved him. He was very popular and had many friends among boys and girls,
however, only one very close, Robert. No one could explain why he chose
that boy that seemed silly; to whom he helped in the school by teaching him
all he could in the school and in his home. Robert's parents and especially
his old grand mother loved Jim.
Frank, his father, had probably the best library in many kilometres
around. I will talk later how he got it. Only the Encyclopaedia had 30
thick tomes that deeply explained math, physic, grammar, poetry, etc. The
books covered a room shelves from the floor to the ceiling. Jim used to
spend many hours in there. He was a much-disciplined person and did not
sleep many hours, but when he did was as a log.
"What are your lovely thoughts, my beautiful little brother?" He
blushed because his brother had discovered his most intimate inner
thoughts.
"I'm confused Jim, but...well, never mind. I'm excited, we are alone
and..." His brother interrupted him.
"And you want to jerk off your no so little stick, am I right?"
Frankie grinned to his big brother sheepishly.
"Yes, we are very comfortable tonight, with no one here to care
about."
"I want to teach you more things about sex tonight Frankie, so we
can enjoy now and you also can transmit to your best friend, John." Frankie
blushed again.
"Jim, can I ask you some questions?"
"Of course you can. I have told you many times, don't hesitate
asking me anything." Jim caressed his brother's smooth face "What is it
Frankie?"
"Well, I... I don't know how to start, Jim."
"It looks like you are in love... with someone." Frankie blushed
again.
"Jim, do you promise not to laugh about it?" He smiled.
"Little brother, love is a serious matter for me, never subject of
laugh."
"Jim, I, I... I'm always thinking about John. I feel I would like to
be with him all the time, to... kiss him to..." He blushed deeply again,
but he bravely continued. "I would like to touch him; to make sex things
with him; to look into his beautiful kitten eyes; in summary to be as his
other half." He kept silent for a moment; as he spoke about this with his
brother; his dick had got very hard and he was very excited. Jim stroked
his brother's waiving black hair.
"Frankie, it is nothing new. You and your body are awakening to new
situations as I did three years ago. Now you are truly in love with John,
as I'm sure he is with you; I have watched his eyes staring at you. There
is nothing bad or dirty on it."
"Are you sure he loves me?"
"Absolutely; the problem is he has nobody to whom ask about it, most
likely when he's alone in his bathroom or in bed he is jerking off his cock
thinking on you, as you do thinking on him.
"But that's what the fags do!"
"No, Frankie. Please never think like that anymore! Your body has
not yet matured enough to know whether you are or not homosexual, even mine
too. Dad told me this; it will fix when we are round 16 y/o, never
before. Besides, the true homosexuality is born with the person and not
acquired. You feel like that, because John is good to you and you are good
to him; you both are now even more beautiful than any girl that I know. You
are just gorgeous, so it isn't strange that you love him as you may love a
girl as beautiful as John is. It has nothing to do with fags. Please, don't
mention that word in your pure and lovely relationship with your best
friend. You should love him, enjoy with him, be frank and honest to him; in
summary, be best friends."
Frankie extended his arms to his brother and kissed him repeatedly. Jim
kissed his little angel and dropped his right hand on Frankie's stiffed
pole starting slowly to jerk him off. Then he added, "Let's get naked and
take this opportunity to enjoy ourselves." Jim did not need to insist on
it, Frankie stood up, and within seconds, he was naked; then Jim said: "Lay
on your back on my bed with your hands under your head, we'll do it in two
parts." Frankie jumped onto Jim's bed, his prick pointing out with a little
angle, Jim released from his pyjama and nude laid down near his younger
brother.
He started jerking Frankie's dick up and down slowly, squeezing it and
smearing some saliva on the head. Frankie trembled with his brother touches
in that sensible part. Jim started kissing and licking his brother; first,
on his smooth thighs, then his crotch, and his nipples one by one. Frankie
groaned in pleasure; Jim continued kissing his brother white and clean
armpits. To this, Frankie could not keep his arms under his head due to the
sexual tension and ticklishness produced by his brother tongue. He was now
moaning as Jim left for a moment his little brother's dick, while he
squeezed and jerked his own off. With his thumb and forefinger took some of
his own precum and smeared on his brother's hard pole. Frankie was very
excited and Jim noticed the spasm of his body approaching his climax. He
was himself very excited; leaving his brother armpits, he started caressing
his beautiful hair starting to kiss his white flawless face; as he tried to
kiss his brother chin. Frankie could not resist anymore; instinctively he
took his older brother head and kissed him on the lips. Jim was not
surprised; he was waiting for that since long time ago.
He returned the kiss to his little brother, but to Frankie's delight and
surprise, Jim parted his teeth and their tongues met within a forcedly
passion long time wanted. Jim now increased the pace of his strokes on his
brother little cock, at the same time his large dick fucked the boy's
thighs, spreading his precum over the right one and rubbing the head of his
cock on it. Frankie could not resist anymore; both were breathing very hard
thru their nostrils now inflated, as the body needed a great amount of
oxygen to cope with the excitement. He then arched his hips trying to get
his brother fist down his little prick. Jim felt in his ball and now in his
dick, a strong need to pee, however he did not mind, he would pee on the
bed, if necessary. They broke the kissing, and stopped breathing as that
lovely and strong orgasm hit their young bodies.
"Ahg!!!" Frankie pushed his brother's head to his chest, but Jim
dropped it between his brother left shoulder and the pillow as he felt the
wonderful sensation on his cock that continued for some seconds. They were
breathing at unison, as a single body; however, Jim made a little cave with
his left elbow in order to facilitate his little brother breathing. They
remained like that for some minutes, without saying a single word; only
their heart beatings reached their ears. After some time, Frankie started
caressing his big brother neck and hair, and then tenderly separated his
head, and looking into his brother eyes, he said:
"Sorry big bro for the kissing, I could not help..." Jim grinned to
his brother with love as he repeated the kiss to him, but this time not
passionately as before, but very, very tender. As he separated his face, he
said:
"My sweetest brother, you don't need to be sorry about. I have been
waiting for your kiss since I was your age.
"Why? You should have told me that before."
"Because I didn't want to force you to do it, I thought that you
might do it but only to please me; sometimes I watched you when you were
asleep and took the chance to kiss your lips, but very light because I
didn't like to break your dreams."
"I love you Jim." Before his brother could answer, he kissed him
again on the lips, now introducing his tongue inside Jim's mouth. He
tenderly separated from his brother: "By the way, now you have much more
precum, it has reached my left groin." Jim face alighted as he scooted
himself to see his prick and his brother groin and right thigh.
"Oh Frankie, that's not precum, but semen!!!" He shouted, "I'm a man
Frankie!!!" Frankie could not clear understand his brother explosion of joy
as he licked with his tongue the white clear cream, remaining on his
brother's groin: He continued to his thighs spreading then in order to
clean any single rest of his first seed. As he saw his brother's
perplexity, he added: "Frankie this is semen; now if I put it into a girl,
I can make a baby; do you understand? It is the most wonderful thing that
has happened to me; I was waiting for it since my 12th birthday and you did
it my sweetheart!!!." Frankie felt great as his brother called him
sweetheart; he loved Jim, he had always been so good to him...
"I like you Jim, and I'm very happy that I did it to you."
"My cute boy!" He got his arms up and started kissing and licking
his armpits as Frankie started laughing with joy. Some minutes had passed
since they had that wonderful climax; their young bodies were again ready
for another exploration, then Jim said to his brother with a grin on his
face. "I have to pay you back, and I can tell you will never forget it
during the rest of your life." Frankie was smiling guessing what his
brother meant.
"Is that the second part you mentioned to me?"
"Yes it is, but a special one. I'll send you to the orbit." Both
laughed as his pricks were waiting for the new exercise.
Jim scooted himself to his brother feet, then started sucking the big toes,
he continued licking and kissing Frankie's ankles; his smooth
calves. Frankie spread his legs to give a better access to his brother. He
was excited and his little prick jerking with each heartbeat. Jim continued
up to his thighs licking and sucking that wonderful and smooth skin. Little
Frankie was moaning in pleasure as Jim approached his most private parts,
however, when Jim reached there, to Frankie's disappointment, he missed his
cock, only a light touch with his tongue to his packed balls. He continued
up to his little nipples, Jim took in his fingers the left one, and licked
and sucked the right, and then he changed. Frankie trembled every moment
his brother touched him. He separated from his beautiful little brother and
looking into his eyes, he kissed his red lips. Frankie eagerly received his
brother passionately, he opened his mouth and their tongues swirled
together. Jim broke their kiss and quickly engulfed Frankie's dick and
balls; Frankie instinctively opened his legs and started to move his head
from side to side, as the pleasure overtook him. Jim sucked his little
prick; his tongue rubbed tenderly the prick's head as he sucked the shaft;
Frankie closed his lovely eyes and started murmuring:
"I love you John, I love you my..." Jim noticed the spasms on his
little brother's body and the increase of his breaths, assuming he was very
close to his climax. He also was very excited and needed a release. His
boyhood was very hard, so he touched himself spreading the abundant precum
over the head and shaft as he heard his little brother moans and sighs. He
then put his hands under Frankie's butt and lifted it to his face,
engulfing entirely his pack touching with his tongue Frankie
crotch. Frankie could not resist any more stimulation, as he held his
breathing and arched his hips; he was receiving the greatest feeling he had
ever experienced. Jim left only his left hand under Frankie's butt cheeks
and started stroking his own prick; he could not resist, he heard his
little brother moan:
"Ahg!!!" For a moment Jim thought his brother would faint, but as
his climax subsided he sank onto the bed as he came back from a far orbit;
he was sweating because his young body was not used to this effort. With
this excitement, Jim felt his orgasm quickly advancing from his groins,
balls and to the tip of his prick; he then dropped himself on top of his
brother left leg, his prick in Frankie's groin started to thrust wildly the
boy's belly. Only two or three thrusts were necessary as his body got
rigid, his breath stopped and he started spurting semen with a similar
groan:
"Ahg!!!" He abandoned himself engaged in his lust; he did not mind
where his spurts went. Frankie was still breathing hard. Jim lay on his
chest near his brother trying to recover his strength, also sweating. They
remained during some minutes without moving; then he raised and could see
Frankie was peacefully breathing and asleep as a rock. He stared to his
flaccid dick and the mess he had made on his little brother left groin and
belly. He licked and swallowed all his white clear cream, and then he
grabbed the bed blankets and sheets covering his brother and himself. He
cuddled beside Frankie and drifted to sleep. He thought for a moment that
his dad might find then together in the same bed and naked, but he had not
the strength to get up and move his brother to his bed. "Well, I'll find an
explanation in case they ask me." He thought. He kissed Frankie's chest and
in one minute, he was as asleep as his little brother was.
Frank and his wife arrived an hour later; he went upstairs and saw some
light in his boys' room, it was a low voltage lamp on top of their
nightstand that kept since they were babies, thus not needing to put on the
main light, yet enough to see everything. He could see both boys asleep in
the same bed, cuddled; probably due to the warm of their bodies, they had
instinctively dragged the covers down to Jim's chest, he thought: "I'll put
Frankie in his bed before his mom can see him; she does not like boys
together." She was a very good woman, but still a little bit
conservative. Frank dragged the covers even more in order to lift in his
arms Frankie's body. He contemplated the beauty in front of him, and a
current of pride swept him: "His boy was so pretty, prettier than those
angels painted on the church's ceiling, the only difference is my Frankie
has black hair, on contrary of those in the church, that always were
painted blond. If he were to be a girl, what a beautiful woman would have
been! But now I prefer him as the boy that he is." He thought. He dragged
down the covers. A familiar smell overtook him, and much more when he
lifted his little son; it was semen.
As he took his boy to his chest, he could not help and kissed him lightly
on his little red lips. Frankie was in another world and at the touch of
his father lips Frank could hear his son muttering "I love you, John; I
love my sweet..." The boy stopped and Frank dropped his son on the warm
woollen mattress, he then covered him observing the boy little penis was
erected. He kissed his son on the forehead and slowly whispered on his ear
"I love you, too, Frankie." He observed a light grin in his beautiful face
as he continued sleeping.
He went back to his elder son's bed where the smell came from; he carefully
uncovered a little bit more Jim until he could see his penis. It was limp
with a mini drop of white clear stuff on pee slit; he touched it lightly
and smelled it. "Yes, my son is already a man, a lovely and handsome man
who would break more than one girl's heart." He thought. "However, he is
very tall for his age and there is not any sign of puberty; his skin is as
smooth as a baby's, long eye lashes and short brown waved hair, even
curlier than his little brother." He kissed his sleeping peacefully son on
the forehead, covering him. "He's a little man, how lucky we are with these
boys", he thought, "Both, as himself, were devoted to his mother, his
little doll! Between his boys and himself carried out the most heavy part
of the housekeeping, washing, cleaning... under his mother instructions;
she was seriously sick, however nothing would happen if they helped; in
fact, after they married she had improved his health; how thankful he was
to his elder son!!!" He put off the light, kissed again Jim's head and left
the room. His wife was looking at him from the door:
"How are they, my man?
"Perfect, we have a new man in the family; Jim has had his first wet
dream." He lied "I was having some meditations about how lucky we have been
in spite of the bad times we have gone thru. Sometimes I think that I
should have had my children when I was younger, but unfortunately you were
not here, my lovely little doll." His wife understood her man; she knew
about his past life as the greatest playboy and Don Juan in some kilometres
around, and how he had cared her with so much devotion!!
"I love you Frank; I would have given my life for you. You cannot
blame yourself; probably we have saved them from those terrible times
carved in our minds forever. They have the future in front of them and I'm
absolutely sure they will be happy, and, believe it or not, we will see
their happiness." She kissed her husband and went to bed.
Chapter 5
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Frankie woke up; it was early but he found himself happy and rested. The
first dawn lights streamed thru the window; his home was one of the last
houses in the way to John's farm and to the next village; he could watch
from it, fields of orange trees, now near yellow; the house used to belong
to a farm now disappeared. He got up and went to pee; he found himself
naked but in his bed, it was strange but he did not mind. He returned under
the covers observing how his weenie was still hard after peeing. All the
sudden, came to his memory the sexual enjoyment he had had with his
brother:
He sat on Jim's bed and looked at his brother; he loved him. Jim opened his
eyes staring with a smile to his little angel, extending his arms inviting
him to scoot up to his chest. Frankie launched himself in his brother's
arms, as he hugged him tenderly, and then their mouths met in a long and
gentle kiss expressing loads of love. Jim broke the kiss and caressed his
younger brother's face.
"I liked a lot what we did last night, but I like much more your
kisses of love. That was sex but this is love."
"I love you Jim, I could not live without you." Jim hugged tenderly
his brother.
"I love you, too, my little angel." They closed their eyes and soon
they were asleep again.
Round 8:30 am, Jim woke up, the streams of sun shining thru the window; his
little brother was still sleeping on his chest. Tenderly he separated him
and moved him to his side; then went for a pee, and to clean all the mess
he had on his crotch. Fortunately, nothing had dropped on the bed sheets,
since his load was very small; he returned and watched the beauty of his
little brother, starting to kiss him all over his arms and legs in order to
wake him up. Frankie opened his eyes, extended his arms and they started
making ticklish.
"Good morning Jim, is it the time?" He asked after a few moments of
fun.
"Yes, please get up, we must do our housekeeping works before dad
and mom gets up." Frankie went for a pee and to clean himself, soon he
returned and joined his brother.
"Can we stay naked Jim? I like it."
"No, we cannot; I think dad wouldn't mind, but mom would."
"John has told me that when they don't expect anybody, he remain
naked, even have dinner together naked, of course not his mom, but his dad
also likes it; especially when he returns in the evening and had a
bath. They sit down in the living room and then John jump onto his dad's
lap. He said that sometimes his weenie get hard against his dad's belly."
"Does his dad make sex thing to him?"
"Oh no! He told me that when he gets that hard he starts rubbing his
weenie against his dad's tummy as he sat on his lap; his dad helps him to
get a release by kissing and stroking his hair until he is finished. He
said he never noticed his dad's cock hard; sometimes when his dad sees him
hard, he puts some music saying: "We must get your soldier to sleep."
Normally when he is done, his dad takes him and tucks into his bed."
"Michael is a good man and he loves his son badly, as much as dad
loves us."
"I love them too, Jim. They are so a good family..." He paused, and
suddenly said. "Jim, when I meet Francis' dad there, he always hug and kiss
me tenderly, as if I were his son or brother; I like it a lot the same as
when you hug me; it is a strange sensation. John says he feels a little bit
jealous of me; he never hugs or kisses him in the same way. Why?" Jim
sighed; he knew the answer but could not say anything. He ruffled his
brother hair avoiding the reply.
"Come on, it is getting late." Both boys dressed only in shorts went
downstairs to do their jobs. They peeked into their parent's room and could
see them peacefully sleeping; Frank was with his arms round his wife, as
protecting her from someone or something. "It is sweet to see how dad loves
mom and the sacrifice he is doing since they married, he could have married
any girl rich or poor in many kilometres around; he was one of the
handsomest men of this area."
"How do you know that, Jim?"
"Well, I'm not silly; mom sometimes said things when she believed I
was playing..."
"But they married when dad was near an old man!"
"Yes, you are right. However, many women know dad very well. For
example, my friend Robert's mom; told me a lot about dad, and also dad
himself told some months ago about his youth; so picking up here and there
I had a recollections about how his life has been up to now, and believe
me, it is much more interesting than many novels." The boys laughed.
"Jim, can you tell me all about his life?"
"Not now, I'll do step by step so you cannot be bored, as in the
story of "One thousands nights."
"Please Jim."
"Frankie, let's do our job, next time we are in bed relaxed I'll
start telling you; now here you are your apron." Both boys wore an apron,
Frankie started sweeping the kitchen and rest of the rooms, Jim washed up
all the dirty dishes that were in the sink from the previous night, and
after rinsing them he put on a plate shelve. Frankie went upstairs,
carrying all week dirty laundry and put it in a special wooden sink for
later cleaning by his dad. After some more works, the house was clean and
tidy except their parent's room. It was past 10:00; both boys sat down in
the kitchen, heated milk and put malt in it, in those times coffee was an
expensive product and very difficult to obtain, if not by contraband; they
took a large piece of bread each and put into the milk. They ate in silence
and when had finished Frankie asked his brother:
"Jim how was dad at our age?"
"I told you I would tell you some other day."
"Please." Frankie pleaded to his brother knowing the influence he had on
him.
"Ok, but only this question." Frankie sighed and nodded as Jim
started. "During a raining day, I was in Robert's home helping him with
some maths problems. His grand mother sat near us knitting in silence, she
is very old, then suddenly said: "Jimmy you are a pretty boy and your
little brother even more than you are, but your dad was the most beautiful
baby and later boy I have ever seen." In those moments, Robert's mom sat
down with us and she added, "Your dad has been the handsomest boy and man
in this zone. All girls in the village sighed about him and were in
platonic love with him and his mate, Michael; including me. They never
disappointed a girl, but no one could catch your father. Michael was not as
handsomer, but he was that sort of person that always needs to be there. He
was joyful and always made people feel happy round him. They enjoyed their
youth a lot, however also they had their own problems." Jim stopped seen
his brother with his mouth open waiting for more. "No more", he
finished. "Let's get ready mom and dad's breakfast, they came late last
night and must be hungry. Frankie reluctantly said:
"Ok, as soon as you can, you must continue telling me dad's forays."
Jim nodded. He had already put fire to a vegetal charcoal cooker and placed
four bread slices on it. When the toasts were ready, he put some olive oil
and honey; took two large cups and filled with milk and malt. Jim carried
the cups on a tray and Frankie the toasts on a plate. They went upstairs
and knocked on the door of their parent's room
"Come in", Frank said. Both brothers entered in the room, they put
the tray and plate in the nightstand.
"Good mornings." Jim approached his dad and Frankie his mom. When
Jim was kissing his dad, Frank, in a whisper said to his son:
"Congratulations my little man!" Jim deeply blushed because his dad
never called him man like today, so he guessed he had already discovered he
had expelled his first semen; he continued: "Mom knows it, so you don't
need to hide yourself, it is normal at your age and I was waiting for it."
He hugged his son tenderly.
"Thanks dad for your understandings." He kissed him. Then Margaret
that was also waiting for his elder son said:
"Is it a question for men only? Or can a mother know what is going
on?" She opened her arms to Jim and she hugged him very tight: "My
beautiful young man, your next dress will be with long trousers." Jim again
got red and Frankie grinned at him. Then Jim said:
"Dad, we have finished all our work except your room, can I go with
my friends?"
"Even if they were not done, today is a special day for you
Jim. I'll do the rest myself with Frankie's help. Jim again blushed and
said nothing. Frankie also took his dad's good predisposition:
"Dad I would like to see John's family, it is now a long time that I
have not been in the farm and I would like to play with the rest of the
children." Frank gazed at his little doll, and she nodded.
"Ok my beautiful boy. I'll tell you what we will do. Mom is going to
pay a visit to a friend of her, so, if you don't mind, I'll accompany you;
I need to ask something to Michael and his son in law, Francis' dad.
"That's great dad!" He shouted. I'll finish my tasks and as soon as
you are ready we'll walk up to the farm." The boys washed and dressed; Jim
as a Sunday, but Frankie in casual clothes in order to be free playing with
his friends. When Frank was ready, Jim left to meet his friends and Frankie
and his dad left for John's farm. He was thinking, "What a surprise I'll
give my friend John, I love him." In half an hour, they reached the main
gate of the farm, from there to the big house there were tall oak trees now
without leaves. Wintertime was approaching.
My mom saw ours friends; I was lying on the couch in the living room
reading a book. I had not dressed since I got up and had breakfast, I did
not expect anyone coming until a little bit later that the twins and
Francis would come to play.
"John, I think we have a lovely visit."
"Who is it, mom?"
"Frank and Frankie; they are just here." I forgot I was nude and ran
to meet our friends; fortunately, Frank had stopped greeting dad. At the
same time we heard the knock on the door, I opened it, Frankie surprised
himself watching me naked, his most adorable person as he used to say,
however, I was so happy that I did not realise about my nakedness. We
hugged so gleefully that we didn't say anything. After the first
impression, Frankie said:
"John, you are naked and someone could see you like that."
"Oh! You are right. Come upstairs." I then shouted mom: "Mom I'll
stay in my room with Frankie for a little while." However, Frankie said:
"I'll meet you there; I must greet your mom." I rushed upstairs
meanwhile Frankie was greeting mom. My dick started to grow, so as soon as
Frankie entered I locked the door. I could also see the tent forming on his
shorts.
"Why are you locking the door?" He innocently asked. I took his
hands in mine. I felt how they started to sweat as I was trembling and
looking into his large black eyes, I said:
"Frankie, my dick is hard and yours too; I don't want anyone
watching us like this. I have been dreaming for this moment since sometime
ago." Both kept silence and I saw some water forming in Frankie eyes. I did
not know what to say or what to do, so I tried, "Frankie, I, I..." He then
stopped me by placing his forefinger on my lips:
"I love you, too, John. I love you very much. I'm not as strong as
you are and I should have said this before to you." I did not expect that
declaration of love; I hugged my friend very tight and kissed him many
times on his face as I rubbed his back tenderly. He took my bare arms round
him, and his, round my back, caressing my hair and kissing my neck and my
face. We stopped for a while after declaring our love.
"Frankie, until our tenth birthday, we were the best pals of the
village, but after that I started looking at you differently. Lately, my
heart jumped of joy when I saw you in the morning. I was anxious to meet
you, to talk..." He grinned and then kissed my palms and placed them on his
face.
"John, I felt the same. I started comparing you with our friends
because I didn't know what was happening to me; but you always were the
greatest of all of them." He then paused, and then said. "I think it is
simple: we have become to love each other. Why? I don't know." I grinned,
as I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach.
"Please Frankie, take off your clothes, I want to touch you and you
to touch me as much as you want; I'm all the time thinking about you and
only wanting to stay, play, chat with you." He did not doubt it for a
second, he removed his clothes and both nude hugged again. I badly wanted
to kiss his red lips but I still was a little bit shy since he might reject
it. We sat on the bed and again started exploring and caressing each
other. He gently caressed my face as I did the same to him. I reached his
dick and started slowly jerking him off, he then said:
"John, I'm going to teach you what I have learnt from Jim; I want
you to enjoy as much as I did with him. Please, lie down on your back and
take your arms under your head." That took me aback, but he was the master
and I obeyed him. He started licking my thighs, then my balls, missing my
prick. He did more or less, what Jim had done to him the previous night,
but when he engulfed my dick into his mouth, it was so great that I near
screamed.
"Oh Frankie...!" He seemed not to notice my excitement and in a few
moments, he sent me over the stars. He had to put his hand on my mouth to
muffle my loud groan. I lay on the bed as he started to kiss my dick and my
belly. When he reached my face, I dragged him and kissed his beautiful
face. Once I recovered, I said. "Oh Frankie that was wonderful, but I see
you are still hard."
"Yes, I had not released, but we'll do it in a different way, I have
done it last night with Jim." By then he was on top of me; he started
rubbing his crotch against mine. He stopped a moment and spate on our hard
dicks; then started grinding and moving up and down; soon my weenie was
again at full speed. I turned him over so he was on his back and I was on
top of him. I saw my beautiful friend under me, I kissed repeatedly his
chest and I licked and sucked his nipples several times. We were breathing
heavily as our climaxes approached. Half a minute later, he arched his hip
and I pushed down my dick as our breathing stopped. We hugged very tight as
that wonderful and lovely feeling hit our young bodies. We collapsed; I
slid to his side and when we recovered, I said:
"Thank you Frankie; that was the most beautiful thing I ever
did. I'll always love you."
"I love you, too, John. I love your face, your eyes and especially
that beautiful tuft on your forehead." He then kissed it. "I thought you
might not love me, but Jim told me: "Don't worry Frankie, John loves you, I
have seen it in his eyes when he stares at you."
"And he was right. We have been friends for a long time; however,
since a few months ago it has been different. I don't know what happened to
me, but I started to see you in another way; I loved how you move, how you
speak... in summary everything you did was great for me."
"John, it happened the same to me. I envied your nephews when they
left for your farm together with you, I would have liked to be one of them
and be hand in hand with you all the way talking to you."
"We can be here hand in hand all the time, no one mind it. There is
nobody to say dirty words, as fag, to us because we love each other. We are
not that sort of boys Frankie, I love you and you love me that is all. If
that means I'm a queer... well, I don't mind..." I bent my head because I
felt a blur on my eyes, but I felt my friend pulling up my chin, he looked
deeply into my eyes, I think he reached my heart. He wiped away my tears
with the back of his hand.
"You are the most beautiful person in the world for me, John. I
don't mind either what anyone could think about what we are. I love you my
little John." We hugged tenderly, our passion has already been satisfied
and we eagerly wanted to be together and to play together, as any child
that felt he was special and loved. "Let dress, fetch the twins and Francis
and play together." Hand in hand, we ran to Francis' home; in those
instants, we felt the greatest boys of the Earth. I expected to find my
sister Rosemary and her children and my brother in law, Tomas. He was very
busy, he had a company in the city with a partner on electric business and
he often was out. My sister Rosemary had at the time another child, a
beautiful boy of seven named Joan, and a newcomer expected within some
months. I loved all of them; especially my sister that was my favourite and
she knew this fact. Frankie had not seen them since a couple of
months. When we entered, my sister received me as usual, lifting me from
the floor and hugging me with the complacence of my little angel Francis;
as soon as she saw Frankie, hugged and kissed him on the cheeks; as he was
a little shy with my sisters, he blushed. She then said in a loud voice:
"Here we are the two beauties of the village!" I was used to those
expressions from my sister, so it did not surprise me. Suddenly Tomas
appeared, he was my brother in law.
"Where are those beauties?" He hugged me, then he looked at Frankie,
they gazed each other, he tussled his hair, and tenderly kissed ad hugged
him; I felt a pang of jealousy. Frankie remained during some seconds in
their hug until my little angel Francis said:
"Uncle John, let's fetch the twins." They broke their hug and we
rushed outside; Frankie again took my hand and Francis'. Soon we joined the
twins and their sisters. My sister Lucia, twin Manuel's mother, had also
two twin boys of eight, and my sister Angela, twin Louis' mother, a boy of
6 and a girl of 2. My oldest girls' nephews were now almost 13, with lovely
little tits coming out from their chests. Sometimes they caught me looking
at their little breasts. Frankie also liked a lot that lovely view. All
boys and girls started to play on the grass near the houses; it was a warm
and sunny morning.
"Frankie, they have lovely tits, aren't they?"
"Sure John, I love that, my dick would start getting hard if I
continue looking at them."
"Let's play and forget it." All children joined in a large ring; I
was giving my right hand to Frankie and my left to Francis. Frankie was
giving his hand to me and to Rosemary eldest girl, but immediately a little
lovely boy came, Joan; he cut the ring, taking his right hand to his sister
and his left one to Frankie. He giggled to him a little bit shy, but soon
they got into the play. We played for a long time; I could see dad speaking
to Frank; and little later my brother in law Tomas, talking to Frank with
his arm over Frank shoulders as they walked into the trees where I could
not see them. Some time later my three sisters joined the ring, so the
whole family was together, except little Louis' sister that was in my mom's
arms. That was a memorable morning. We remained playing, laughing, running
until it was near noon. Frank returned advising Frankie that was time to
return home. Kisses and hugs displayed again; Francis' dad, Tomas, hugged
Frank and kissed Frankie who blushed again. However, when they were near
the gate with my dad, he said:
"Ah, Frank, I forgot something." Both friends looked at each
other. Frank knew it was a trick but he could not say anything. Addressing
to me, my dad said, "Please John, bring that little parcel that is in your
room." I took Frankie's hand and we rushed to the big house. In fact, I had
arranged the trick with dad, mom and Frankie; he knew what the parcel
contained; a corduroy dress, windcheater and long trousers. Frankie said:
"I think Jim will be mad when he sees them, he like a lot corduroy,
he will feels as a man." I put the parcel on the bed, I took my friend's
hands, and we looked each other into our eyes. Without saying a single
word, we hugged tenderly kissing each other on the cheeks. "I love you,
John." He said. A stirring started in my groins.
"I love you, my little Frankie." We hugged again. "Let's go, they
are waiting for us. Give Jim a great hug on my behalf and thanks for his
teachings." Frankie grinned and we ran downstairs. We reached them, dad
then said to his blood-bonded brother.
"Frank, this is our present for Jim as he is a little man..." Frank
interrupted him.
"How do you know..."
"I know what, Frank? Frank realised that his friend had made the
present because he presumed Jim would be a man soon or was already.
"Nothing Michael, forget it." We broke our hands and I said:
"Thanks for bringing Frankie, Frank." He approached me, kneeled and
kissed me as he said in a whisper:
"I know you love each other as your dad and I did in the past." I
blushed but he was already walking taking his son's hand. Frankie turned
his head and waved saying goodbye.
Chapter 6
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My sister Rosemary and her husband Tomas saw from their house how the group
disappeared behind the gate in the road to the village. Their children had
gone to play. She took her husband's hand and kissed him on the lips. She
adored her man.
"Tomas, I have noticed something whenever you hug that little boy,
Frankie." He kept silence during some moments as he was reeling back some
lost memories; Rosemary continued: "I think he also feels something about
you."
"Rosemary, probably your heart has discovered something to you that
needs to be clarified. Please, let's sit down on the couch." He dragged his
wife to the living room; both sat down.
"What is it, my man?"
"You may have sometimes heard gossips that we never talked about
because they were not important for us, because our love was what mattered
and you never doubted or asked me anything." He paused for some seconds
waiting his wife would make any question; but she kept in silence as he
continued: "That little lad is my half brother, Rosemary; and I think he
felt something that he cannot explain himself, but probably he would ask
and eventually find out." Rosemary was surprised, but kissed her husband
encouraging him to continue. "The first time I directly contacted my dad I
was six..." He paused, and then she said:
"Your dad? But you had him everyday at home!"
"No Rosemary; he was my official father, I always called him Father,
but never dad."
"Oh, I see..." He then continued:
"After my 6th birthday, my mother took me to the school as every
mother or father did with their child of my age. I clearly remember him,
very strong, tall and not dressed as a formal teacher, but as a wonderful
and powerful man; covering his strong chest with a short-sleeve shirt, no
jacket; no moustache; no beard; he was a man, not a teacher, I thought. He
received us. Mom talked to him with her head bent down avoiding his sight;
then he said:
"Please, Tomas, sit down on the first row, on that desk with Peter."
Mom left and I looked at the door and then to the big man. I met his smile
and large eyes looking at me, giving me strength in my new situation. I
forgot my fears and my mom, starting my tasks. That first day nothing else
happened except that, when I tried to look at him I always met his eyes and
his smile. After that day, I noticed he was affectionate with me, always
trying to help me, teaching me; he ruffled my blond hair and my back when I
left for the following day. I did not say anything to mom, only that I
wanted eagerly the next day to come to go to the school; very unusual for a
child of six. His caresses increased as he helped me; he sat down near me
and I smiled at him; I felt very comfortable and learning very quick; he
seemed very happy and proud with my presence. Our friendship increased and
I always delayed myself, leaving the classroom the last one. As you know,
we had classes even on Saturday morning. One of those days, as he was
preparing to close the doors, I said:
"Sir, I would like today were Monday and not Saturday." He kneeled
in front of me, looked into my eyes and asked:
"Why, Tomas?" I doubted but I dared to say:
"Because... I like the school and being with you." Before he could
react, I kissed a peck to him on the cheek and left running to the door. I
rushed to my house without stopping, it was not far, only five houses
separated from school, at that time it was the last street on the road to
this farm and the school had only two classes, one for boys and one for
girls. My little heart was beating hard into my chest; and I blushed only
to think what I had done; but I felt happy, very happy.
"On Monday I got up early in order to be the first one to arrive in the
school; I wanted the other boys didn't see me to blush when I met him. As
soon as the door opened, I entered, he looked at me and again he kneeled, I
kissed him and he kissed me saying: "Good morning Tomas." That was right
the beginning. When he needed a boy to order books, to clean a chair or
anything, I was a volunteer to do the job. My heart wanted his caresses, to
be with him. He always had little attentions with me, a pencil, a notebook,
a tales book, little things that conquered my heart, needed of a dad's
affection. After some months, I had learnt to read. I learnt during a few
months what normally took near two years to most of the children. Of
course, I still read with some difficulty. One spring day, near the summer,
I wanted to read a tale, but there were some words that I could not
understand; during the break, I remained on my desk. He sat down reading on
a book and watching me; then he said:
"Tom, don't you go out for the break?" My little heart jumped in joy
when he used that short name when nobody was there; I knew right there he
loved me and preferred from any boy in the school.
"No, it is more interesting this tale, but there are some words I
cannot understand."
"Come here and I'll explain them to you." I got up and went to his
desk; he took me from my armpits and sat on his lap. I felt so
happy... when he thought other boys would return, he kissed me on my cheek,
fondled my hair, and said, "Now you can continue by yourself." I sat on my
desk and I looked at him; he grinned at me and I grinned back. I that
moment I wanted to hug him and kiss him all round his face... but he was
only my teacher. Time passed quickly and summer arrived. As usual, it was
hot and I could not see him. "Where is he?" I asked myself. I played
sometimes near the school and his house that formed a single building. I
thought, "What does he do when there is no school?"
"I was seven. September came and again the school. I was the first to
enter, I wanted to hug him, but there were all new boys and mothers
waiting, so I looked at him and he looked at me with a sweet smile, as
saying: "be patient, later." The first break came and all boys rushed
outside. A door connected his house with the classroom and he disappeared
thru it. When nobody was in the classroom I went thru the door, he was
waiting for me kneeled. I launched myself into his arms and I hugged and
kissed him, as I wanted to do since the school had closed. He did the same;
he fondled my hair my back and kissed my forehead and cheeks.
"I love you sir, I have missed you a lot." He tenderly separated me,
and staring into my eyes, he said:
"I love you too, Tom, I have missed you heaps."
"Sure you missed me?"
"Yes I did." He then kissed me again and added. "But if the other
boys see us they may envy you and think that I'm not fair with them,
because I love all my pupils" but he immediately added "But not as much as
I love you." I smiled and sighed satisfied, I did not want to share his
love with anyone, but he continued: "Since we love each other you cannot
call me "Sir"; when we are alone, you can call me Frank; however this is
our secret little Tom; no one, do you hear me, no one must know that we
love each other. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir." He looked at me smiling. "Yes Frank", I repeated. He
hugged and kissed me and we entered in the classroom; the boys started to
return from the break. Some weeks passed and we established the trick I
would enter in his house when the last boy had left at the end of the day,
or in the breaks. We then caressed, kissed and talked about many things a
boy of seven could do. I was very happy and mom could not understand why. I
was near eight when one day I was trying to read a difficult paragraph and
I found some difficult words; yet, instead of start asking in that moment I
waited until the break came:
"Frank I don't understand these words, please can you..." I
approached his desk, he lifted me on his lap to read with me; but I moved
down again. He was terribly shocked; I noticed the fears in his eyes, so I
extended my arms and kissed his cheek. He then sighed and asked me:
"Have you hurt yourself?" I doubted to answer but I said:
"No, I didn't; my father spanked me last Saturday evening with his
belt because I spilt some milk. I cannot sit down." I noticed how the
muscles of his face got hard and the pencil he had in hands broke into two
parts. I heard him murmuring:
"Oh my God! Why?" He wanted to comfort me because he saw my tears
coming out. He hugged and kissed me; then he said, "Take this cushion and
put it on your desk, don't explain it to anyone, fortunately your pal that
sits down near you is sick; when we finish, you remain in your desk until I
close the door." I did as he told me. When he locked the door, took me in
his arms lifting me to his chest. I started crying as he caressed my neck
and kissed me repeatedly. "Take it easy son, please don't cry." That even
made me to cry harder. He sat on the large couch with me in his arms; he
had already lit a fire on the fireplace that lighted the room. When I
calmed down, he looked at me and kissed my cheek again. "Please Tom, turn
around." He then took my shirt up, then my trousers to my butt and touched
the large bluish bruises. I squirmed in pain. "Oh God! How a man can be
so... to do this to an angel?" He kissed my back several times, as trying
to heal my pains. He replaced my clothes and turning around, again hugged
me very tight. I could not stop crying; he kept me for several minutes to
his chest, until he felt I was quiet and calmed. He tenderly separated me.
"I love you, Frank." I said to him still with tears on my face. "My
father is always drunk on Saturdays."
"I love you too, son." I loved that word that I had never heard from
my father, he continued: "Tom, I want you to hear me carefully. Listen, you
should never argue to your father; he used to be a good man, I wonder why
he has become into an animal. If you think he is going to spank you, you
must fly away; your house is not far from here, and both houses have the
back facing the fields; so if you run thru the back no one would be able to
see you neither find out where you are going." He pointed out to a back
door as he continued. "That door faces to the yard and I'll always leave it
open. You can easily access to the yard, so you must run as much as you can
and enter into this house. If I am here, you will be safe, but if not, lock
all doors, enter in my bedroom and hide under the bed covers until I
return. Is it clear for you?"
"Yes, it is." Then looking at him very careful, I took his face
between my little hands and I kissed him on the lips. He was taken aback
and asked me:
"Why have you kissed me like that, Tom?"
"Because my mom told me once, that we must kiss a person on the lips
when I love that person a lot, and I love you a lot. I would like that you
were my dad..." I could not end the phrase. He hugged me very tight; then
he tenderly separated me from him and kissed me on the lips.
"I love you a lot my little angel. I'll tell you what we are going
to do: You will consider me as you dad and I'll consider you as my son, but
only when nobody is present, if someone can see us, you will be Tomas and
I'll be your teacher." I hugged him as tightly as I could.
"Oh dad, my dad, I love you."
"My little son; my angel son!" He answered. He filled me with kisses
and I filled him the same. I think there was not any part of my face that
this memorable evening he did not kissed. We remained on the sofa united
watching the fire, then he said:
"Son, you must go to your other home. Ah, moreover; you don't need
to be spanked to come here, you can come any time that you want, but you
must be very, very careful. No one must see you, otherwise someone could
know about our secret and we might get into troubles.
"Don't worry dad, I'll be invisible; I know how to do it. We hugged
with a sigh, then I said, "Dad, you have cured all my bruises, now I feel
nothing." He smiled at me and I took the back door to return home. When I
arrived mom asked me where I had been, I answered, "playing alone, as
usual".
Time elapsed quickly, I continued visiting him, I would say near
everyday. The procedure was always different, but I enjoyed being on my
back on the old couch with my head on his lap, especially in cold days; he
always had something to read. We spent hours and hours reading; he brought
me adventures' books. I eagerly read about Gulliver's journeys, pirates on
the Indian seas, Captain Nemo's submarine y and many others. He taught me
how to use a dictionary when I did not understand the meaning of a word. I
was nine y/o, too young for that sort of books, but I could read easily
anything. My dad was very proud of me mentioning as an example to the other
kids, encouraging them to learn; he used to say:
"You all are as intelligent as Tomas is, so if he did you can also
do; you can be sure of this." He irradiated confidence and
self-esteem. Many others followed his instructions and he received
congratulations from the academic authorities for this. He never spanked or
humiliated a boy; when he found himself forced to punish a boy, he would
take him to stay into the classroom until all boys were gone, to tell him
what his punishment was, but never in front of his pals and
friends. Children sometimes can be very smart but cruel. I needed and
enjoyed with my dad's caresses and love; I noticed that when my father
spanked me, he seemed to love me much more, especially when he watched my
bruises, he kissed me and hugged me more. Of course, I was wrong. One day
that he noticed some contusions, said:
"Tom, has he spanked you again?"
"Yes dad."
"Why didn't you run to here? Did he force you?"
"No dad, he didn't; I remain quiet as he dropped his belt on me, I
could have run but I didn't."
"But why, my son?" He asked concerned. I doubted for a moment.
"I love you a lot, dad." He was astonished as I continued, "You love
me more when my father spanks me, so I prefer to suffer his strokes because
later I'll be compensated with your kisses." He hugged me very tight. When
we separated, I saw he had his large eyes blurred. I also was close to
start sobbing because I noticed he was suffering. He looked into my eyes
for a long minute; he hugged me again, and said:
"Tom, please, you should never, never do it again. I love you the
same and I'll give you all kisses and hugs that you want. Don't you realise
that when you suffer I suffer as well? When I see the bruises on your back,
I would have liked to receive them myself instead of you. You will fully
understand this when you grow and have your own children. Listen my son, a
dad isn't only to put seeds inside a woman and have a baby; it is much more
than that; it is to love that baby and when he or she grows; even, if
necessary, to give his own life to save his child. I would kill anyone to
save you. I would gladly give my life to save yours; do you understand?" He
paused. I could not resist my dad explanations, I started to cry
inconsolable; he hugged me again and kissed me many times until I stopped
sobbing. I did not realise in that moment he was also telling me that he
was my truly dad and therefore, he immensely loved me."
"I helped him to clean the house, to wash-up dishes. He taught me how to
make an omelette, to prepare toasts, to make coffee, to fry eggs, and many
others things. He was and he is very clean. The house was very tidy; I
remember that the bed sheets were as white as snow. He said:
"Tom, you must take care of your body, a clean body is a healthy
one, now that there are so many sicknesses. To prevent any contamination
from lice and similar, clothes must be boiled out, this will kill
anything." Those were the happiest days with him; I would have liked to
spread the news saying everybody "This is my dad to whom I love and he
loves me!" That was the only dark point in my heart. He loved hiking and
mountain climbing. Secretly and when my father was out, he took me to the
mountains showing me the trees, naming them, rocks and type of them; these
short trips fascinated me. I loved winter because I stayed longer with my
dad, normally he would close the door and I remained inside with him; when
we finished our cleaning tasks, he would set the fire and extend a blanket
near it; then he would prepare a glass of milk and some biscuits for me. I
laid down on my tummy reading, and he sat down near me with his back
against an armchair, massaging my shoulders and caressing my hair that was
a little big long because he liked it, whenever it was clean; most of the
boys had his hair very short to prevent lice. We stayed for hours chatting
and reading, and then we kissed and hugged until next day."
"One Sunday evening my father came drunk as usual, he started calling mom
whore and many other strong words, as I tried to defend her I told him:
"She isn't a whore, you are a bastard!"
"Me a bastard? He shouted. Then got his belt and stroked on my left
shoulder and back, but he could not catch me as he proposed
himself. Following my dad's instructions I ran and I hided near his house
during a few minutes, I was scared and cold; when I realised no one could
see me, I jumped into the yard and I close the doors. I went upstairs, put
my boots under the bed and I lay under the covers. I was terribly
frightened, but I recalled my dad's words, "you are safe here." That
comforted me, and after some minutes, I was asleep. Some hours later dad
came and found me in his bed; he undressed himself and me and got under the
blankets protecting me. I woke up some hours later and found his strong arm
round me, warming me. I felt very happy and comfortable; I did not try to
move in spite I needed to pee, so I got asleep again. I had a beautiful
dream that I was running with him hand in hand thru lovely hills, we jumped
from one hill to another and he giggled as I ran far and came back to hug
him, then we flew from one cloud to another like seabirds.
"At 6:00 a.m. I got up because my bladder was full of pee, after near
eleven hours in bed. I was on my underwear, but the house was not cold, or
at least I felt that. I was hungry, so, after peeing, I wore an apron as
dad did, lighted the cooker charcoal fire and put some milk to heat,
meanwhile I washed my face and combed my hair on the mirror. I watched a
happy boy there, I made a mock to him with my tongue and left. I prepared a
slice of bread and dropped the hot milk on a bowl. I mixed the bread with
sugar into the milk; it was fantastic how it tasted. This was the first
time that I slept with my dad. Fortunately, I did it many times. Whenever I
saw my father drunk, I would fly away into my dad's house, my home, until
the next morning.
When I finished, I cut two large bread slices and put on the fire; I
prepared a wooden tray, took a clean bowl and I filled with hot milk. I put
the toasts on a plate, carefully smeared them with olive oil and some
sugar. All of this on the tray, I went upstairs. My dad was still asleep;
he had come a few hours before. I put the tray on the nightstand and I
jumped on the bed, starting kissing and kissing him, he woke up, extended
his strong arms and hugged me very tight; however as he touched my back the
bruise hurt and I moaned in pain:
"My lovely and beautiful son, sorry I hurt you. Did he beat you
again?"
"Yes, but only once because I called him bastard."
"Tom! That's not a word for a little boy." I bent the head.
"Sorry dad, but he called very strong words to mom and me, I could
not help..."
"Never mind, son; you ran here as I told you, that's what matters."
"I love you dad." I hugged and kissed him; he then turned his head
and saw the tray. He looked at me very happy and proud, as his son had
learnt his lessons. He rubbed my face several times with the back of his
hand and I felt in the heaven.
"I must pee, but I'll be here in one second. Put off that apron;
you don't need it in bed. I heard him peeing and washing his hands. "Did
you have your milk, son?"
"Yes dad, I did" He ate all, cleaned his hand with a serviette and
went again under the warm covers.
"Still it is a little bit early, so we can have a nap." I cuddled
facing him, my head resting on his strong shoulder feeling the warmth of
his body; I was in the glory within my dad's arms. He hugged and kissed my
forehead, and then said:
"Tom, I don't think we can sleep anymore, but we can chat."
"Oh yes dad, I have been sleeping for almost eleven hours." He took
my little palms, kissed both and carried them to my face, and then he
kissed me on the lips.
"Tom, these three kisses, at the same time, has a special meaning,
and I want to say you something very important; now that you are near ten."
I thought for a second he would say I must go or something else and my eyes
started to blur. He guessed it and hugged me; then he separated a little
and took my face between his strong hands. "No son, I'll never leave you,
because a truly dad never leaves a truly son." Now I understood his
concerns.
"Dad, do you mean that you..." I could not end the phrase because a
bump formed in my throat and I could not stop my tears coming out from my
eyes. I dropped myself on his chest and I noticed how he was making a great
effort to prevent tears that I could see in his eyes. He kissed my hair
many times, as he continued:
"Yes my son, you are not a bastard, I'm your real father and dad and
I'll be forever. That man that spanks you has nothing to do with you; you
are not his son. When you are a little bit older I'll explain you why I
didn't marry your mom." I still was sobbing on his chest. He made a gap
between both and kissed me repeatedly until I was quiet. Then between final
sobs, I asked:
"Dad, does it mean that I can tell everybody that you are my dad?"
He kissed me again peck.
"I wouldn't mind at all, but we don't live in a large town like in
the city. Your official father used to be a good man and he belongs to a
good and honest family; if we spread the news, he and all his family would
suffer the mocks of the people; the same would your mom's family. Do you
think it is worthwhile doing it? We would gain nothing, except our
satisfaction; however, we would hurt many persons to whom we cannot
blame. Do you understand it, my son?"
"Not all, dad; but I don't mind if I can love you knowing that you
are my real dad, so no one could say that I'm a bastard. I cannot
understand why my father and mom's families would be offended, I have done
nothing to them, and I have only received spanks from him..."
"They all love you too, son. Did they reject you any time?"
"No, ever; on contrary, when I meet them anywhere they kiss and
caressed me."
"Then, do you think we should hurt them?"
"No dad, but I love you too much." I grinned and hugged my dad,
filling his face with my kisses. He then started kissing and tickling
me. He started from my toes, my knees, my thighs, my tummy, my nipples:
then raising my arms he kissed my armpits causing me giggling
uncontrollably; he finally kissed me on the lips.
"It is enough my little lad." He got out the bed, but I jumped on
his back and he again dropped on the bed and started again tickling and
kissing me. I don't know why, but my little weenie had formed a tent on my
underwear; he saw it and said: "Ah! Your little soldier also wants I kiss
him. Ok, I don't want any complaint." He dragged my underwear down and
kissed my dick on the head, then covered it again. "I hope he is now
satisfied." We laughed and joked for a while. I don't think any boy of my
age could be on those moments happier than I was. It was time to open the
school. We dressed and opened the door. Some minutes later the boys started
to fill the classroom as a new week started.
Chapter 7
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I was very happy when arrived home; mom watched me carefully, she was sad,
very sad, she had a black eye and some contusions on her arms, I jumped on
her lap and kissed her; she hugged me tenderly and kissed me back.
"You look very happy, my son; why? Where have you been? Your dad
spanked you before you could get away, however you still are content." She
had reminded me the events, besides she called her husband "my dad". That
made me near to explode in range when I compared with the lovely wakeup of
that morning in my dad's house.
"He isn't my dad and you know that. I hate him! When I get older he
won't dare to touch you, I promise!"
"Is that what your dad teaches you, hate?" Her words astonished me
with her revelation; she finally admitted who was my dad. I approached her
and kissed tenderly, hugging her not very tight, because I knew my father
had seriously spanked her.
"Mom, please, please, don't say that. I love you and I love my truly
dad. He, on contrary of what you may think, is telling me that my father
used to be a good man and, above all, I have to respect him and his
family. You are not being fair... what do you think I'll do when he spanks
me and call you those horrible words?" She for an answer hugged me to her
chest.
"You are too old for your age, my son; you have started to suffer
too soon."
"No mom, you are wrong. The pain I have received from him is
nothing, compared with the love I have received from my dad; I'm glad and
very proud to have a dad like him. Only a kiss from him heals all my
bruises, and he gives me all kisses that I want. But mom, I also love you
too much and I cannot bear to see you being spanked, I can't." I started to
cry on his lap; her words converted a promising happy day into a gloomy
one. Between sobs, I added, "Do you know he never spanks or humiliates a
boy? Even he convinces mean boys without touching them, to the point they
apology other boys without my dad being present. They all love their
teacher. She dried her eyes.
"Well my son, let's have lunch, we can be happy at least until next
Friday." I told my mom what we had done: the things we did in the school;
how we learnt and read all those books. Yet, I did not mention anything
about the intimated moments with my dad, the jokes, caresses and happy
times I had with him; that was our mutual life and I didn't want to share
with anybody, even with my own mother. I recognize I was selfish, but I
loved and still love my dad too much." Rosemary pressed her husband arm and
tenderly kissed him, encouraging him to continue.
"It was November 5th, Friday. That evening he closed the door and
we started our mutual living activities free from anyone from outsight; the
normal ways of a son and his dad fallen in love each other; jokes,
tickling, laughs, etc. while he worked and I helped to clean the
house. When we were finished and cuddled in the old couch in front of the
fire, he said:
"Tom, tell your mom that tomorrow, after the class, you will lunch
here with me; she must agree." I answered him full of enthusiasm:
"Oh, sure dad, it won't be any problem! I love being the whole
evening with you; we'll read a lot and you must tell me some more stories."
"Ok, son; now return home; I have seen some lighting in the sky and
most likely it'll start raining within a few minutes. Come on, hurry up." I
quickly ran home. Mom was on her desk writing something, I kissed her, and
full of joy I asked whether I could stay for lunch with my dad next day, as
he had asked me. She nodded. I kissed her, but she seemed not very pleased;
next day was Saturday and my father would be there. He never asked about
me, but if he did and I was not there, he might have the justification to
start quarrelling.
"Thanks mom, I'll be here before nightfall." The following day I was
anxious that classes were over to join my dad in the premises. He closed
the door, opened his arms and as usual he kissed me. He had set up the
table near the fire, with two plates and two candles that he lighted. It
was very dark outside and we heard the thunder far away. I thought the
display was special; he never did it before, but I loved enigmas. We ate in
silence and I was trying to guess the meaning of that special lunch. When
it was over, we cleared the dishes and removed the table. He sat on the
armchair and as he opened his arms, I jumped into his lap with my head on
his chest. I said nothing, but my heart was beating, finally he said:
"I suppose you are intrigued about the display of the lunch."
"You can bet for it, dad; but you have told me many times to keep
curiosity out of my mind. I can't but I try."
"Good boy. Do you know what day is today?
"It is Saturday, I'm not sure which day; I don't count them."
"I have to do it for you. Today is November 6th, and you are ten, my
little lad. It is your birthday!" Before I could answer him, he kissed me
on the lips quickly and hugged me very, very tight. Congratulation my son!
Happy birthday!"
"Oh dad, I had forgotten it." I put my arms round his neck, hanged
and I kissed him on the lips and round his face. Mom had also forgotten
this day; however, my dad did not; only a dad that loved his son would do
it. On the other hand, in those difficult times, birthday celebrations were
rare, took place only in upper classes homes; however, we were something
special.
"Thank you dad; no one ever told me." He then said:
"As rich people used to do, I have a little present for you. I
wonder if you will like it or not."
"I'm sure I will. However, we are not rich, are we?
"We are very rich in love, my son." He pointed out to a chair "That
parcel is for you." I jumped and caught the parcel; and trembling with
emotions, I opened it. It was a book, a lovely book that I had mentioned
him many times: "The treasure's Island." I left the book and I jumped on
top of my dear dad. I do not remember how many kisses I gave him, but many.
"Do you like it?" He asked.
"You well know that I wanted it since I started to read. You are a
naughty man, dad. Do you know that?" He hugged me and kissed my hair, now
too long, but he liked it because he said it was a beautiful silky hair and
was a pity not to enjoy it, in spite of lice contamination. I opened the
book and in a blank page, he had written, "To my dearest son Tomas on his
10th birthday." "I'll wrap it in order it is not soiled.
"I have left a blank space in order your mom can write anything, if
she likes it."
"Sorry dad, but it is your present, not hers; therefore, I'll keep
as it is." He did not say anything, but I felt he disagreed. I lay on the
blanket and I started to read the prologue. It was a big book but written
with large printed characters for children to read. We spent that lovely
afternoon ignoring the terrible storm that would carve our lives
forever. We heard the thunders and lighting and some drops of rain, dad
then said:
"Tom, you better go now before rain starts, it is very dark and
within a few minutes will be dark night." I didn't argue. I kissed and
hugged him. I took the book and ran to my house. I entered full of joy
looking for my mom without noticing my father was in there.
"Mom, mom; look at this book; it is my dad's present! Do you know
that today is my birthday?" A strong hand took the book from my hands and
threw it to one corner of the room.
"You are a bastard and much more who gave you that stupid book." I
faced him with hate and shouted at him:
"It is not a stupid book, you are an ignorant, and I'm not a bastard
because my own dad gave it to me!" Full of rage, he then took off his belt
and started beating me, saying:
"I'll give you different books, son of the bitch!" I could not run
away from him because I was in the corner trying to recover the book. He
was furious striking me; I put my little arms to cover my face and I
received the beats on them. Mom reacted from her prostration and tried to
hold his hand.
"Stop beating my son, you'll kill him. He's only a child!" He turned
round to her as a jailed tiger.
"You whore and your bastard son. I'll kill both of you tonight! I
was crying but I could not see that. I jumped on his back trying to stop
him. Outside, it had started raining heavily with thunders and lighting, as
a prelude of the drama. He was drunk but had enough strength to throw away
a child of ten. He caught me from the long hair with one hand and gave me a
hard slap on my face with the other hand; the blood started to run to my
mouth and neck. I do not know how, but I launched my leg to him and my boot
got his target on his balls. He yelled in pain and bent his body, leaving
my hair. As soon as I felt free, I flew away looking for someone's help. I
was terrified; I thought he would follow me up to kill me. I ran in the mid
of heavy rain and thunders; all doors were closed; I could not see any
light. I ran and ran thru the village's streets, crying and shouting for
help, but no one appeared. One of my feet got against a stone; I stumbled
and fell into a mud and water puddle. I got up and in agony; I ran
again. Suddenly, in my blur, I saw a light and an open door; I entered as a
hurricane inside covered with blood and mud:
"Help! Help! Please. Help me!" Two strong arms took me as I
fainted." It was my dad. He was arranging some books on a shelf.
"Oh my God! If you really exist, why do you permit this to a child?"
He took me in his arms, placed me on the couch and closed all doors. He
took off all my clothes, boots and socks tossing on the floor; he then
wrapped me in a blanket and placed near the fire. My body started trembling
with spasms, he placed me against his chest trying to give me all his life
and warmth while he cleaned my face of mud and blood; my nose had stopped
bleeding; however, it was purple. I reacted with his warmth, closed my eyes
still trembling, and scared, but I heard my dad's voice:
"Tom, my son; you are safe, you are safe!" I opened my eyes and
watched his face; I started to cry. I could barely articulate a word among
sobs.
"Dad, dad, where were you? I looked for you and could not find
you..." He put me even closer to his chest; I could feel his warm tears on
my face. We remained like that for what seemed me a long time. He comforted
me feeling his face near mine. He did not ask me anything, but when I
stopped crying, he said:
"You are safe my little son, I love you; my heart is terribly hurt."
"I love you dad, he was so mean..."
"Don't worry my child, now it is over." He had prepared two large
pots near the fire to hit water to bath; so, he left me near the fire and
dropped the water into a wooden tub. He refilled them again with cold water
and replaced them near the fire. He got me nude and dropped inside the warm
water. I felt very comfortable as he squeezed the sponge over my head; he
started removing all mud and dirtiness from my hair and face, however, when
he touched one of the many bruises I squirmed in pain.
"It hurts, dad; it hurts." He kissed my wetted forehead and
continued, taking care where I had been stricken. When the water was very
dirty, he lifted me from my armpits, emptied the tub and put fresh clean
warm water. Then as I was inside the tub, he carefully soaped and rinsed
me. I stood up, he wrapped me in a large white towel and dried my body; and
then he lifted me and placed near the fire. I could hear his sighs. He took
the dirty clothes and put them into the warm water. I motioned my dad:
"Please dad, sit near me" I pleaded. He sat down and slowly combed my
hair. I extended my arms to his neck and kissed him, starting to cry again
as I recalled the images of the scene in my house.
"Please son, try to forget; you are safe now and I promise you, he
will never touch you again."
"I don't mind dad he spanks me if you love me." Again, my words made
a blur appear on his eyes.
"Tom, please try to relax, you are exhausted and seriously injured;
I must call the doctor to examine you." I started again sobbing on the
perspective that MD examined me.
"Please, please, dad¸ don't call anyone. I'm alright, only a
little bit pain on the bruises that's all; please dad, don't call anyone."
He hugged and kissed me tenderly.
"Ok Tom, but are you sure you feel well."
"Well dad, I suppose I have my nose as a clown's." He smiled, I
smiled, and we hugged.
"I guess you are hungry."
"Not much, dad, I'm very comfortable here."
"Never mind, I'll prepare you a bowl of milk and bread, you must
replace your strength." He did, and as I was finished, he took me in his
arms, still naked and wrapped in the towel; he carried me to his bed and
tucked me in there, covering with an extra blanket. "Now my son you need to
sleep and rest, I have to do something." I guessed what was in his mind and
I did not want to be alone, I still was very frightened.
"Please dad, don't go anywhere, and don't leave me alone. I'm
scared."
"Ok son, I'll be downstairs, I have to wash and dry your
clothes. Please Tom, you have demonstrated being a brave boy that have
kicked the balls of a grown man, how can you be scared? I don't believe
you." He grinned at me, and it was so sweet and so lovingly that I reached
my arms out of the covers and kissed him on the lips taking care not to
touch my harmed nose.
"I love you dad, I love you a lot."
"I love you too, my beautiful son. Now, please, sleep and rest." I
placed my arms under the cover, he kissed my forehead and left, leaving the
door open. I heard the rain beating the roof. This sound, the warmth of the
bed, and relax provided by my dad's kiss, made the miracle; I felt all my
pains gone as I flew over the skies in a nice child dream. My dad arranged
things downstairs and still he remained some time sat, thinking his next
steps, cooling out his temper and the storm inside him, since he watched me
entering in his house. When he was sure I was asleep, he thought I would
not wake up; he had put in my milk a little portion of a liquid made from
red poppy as he had learnt from his dad. He left, locking the door and
walked up the street with his umbrella covering him.
"Without knocking, he entered in the house. He saw my mother on the floor
whining from pain; he found my father sat on an armchair snoring. He
entered in the kitchen, took a jug of cold water and dropped it on his
face.
"Wake up, bloody crap! Wake up fucking bastard or I'll kill you as
you are drunk!" My father opened his eyes still drunk and got white as he
watched my dad determination. He murmured something that my dad did not
understand or wanted to understand. He took him from his clothes and lifted
him like ragged doll. He was ready with his fist closed to hit him on the
face but in that moment, he heard my mom's voice:
"Please, please Frank, don't hit him, he doesn't deserve even your
rage, and after all, he is my husband." My dad stopped and with his arm
still ready to punch him, said:
"You must thank your wife and to your family to whom I respect,
because I came to kill you for what you have done to my son. However,
listen to me very carefully crap, because I will not repeat it twice. This
time I will leave you, but if you touch my son again, I will look for you
until the hell, if necessary; then you will regret to have been born. You
are warned." My dad looked to the corner where mom was, he saw the book and
picking it up he left the house blaming the door. My father sat again white
and humiliated by his wife's words. He deserved Frank's words and still he
could not believe why my dad had not hit him to death; as he would have
done himself. Dad walked a little bit more relaxed a couple of streets up
and knocked on a door; a woman dressed in black opened it:
"Can I help you, Frank, it is a horrible night."
"It is Maria. I don't need your help, but your sister needs it. She
is probably seriously injured by her husband and need your help."
"Oh my God, when will this get and end?" The woman said.
"The crap of your brother in law is still in there near drunk, but
lucid. Please tell your sister that Tomas is in my home happily
sleeping. He seems well, apart of many bruises and his little nose near
broken, I'll return him to his mother as soon as she asks me. Good nights
Maria" He left without hearing the thanks from my aunt Maria.
"The following morning and a few more days I remained with my dad, we made
many jokes with my nose until it healed and everything settled down
wonderful. My father never touched me again; he scarcely spoke me directly,
he always did thru my mom until six years later when he died from a liver
sickness. In those years, I felt sorry for him, and told my mom that I did
no hate him because I had my dad with me. There are many events from that
time up today that I'll tell you, if you want my wife."
My sister kissed her man tenderly. She then locked the door and they made
love passionately, consequently, nine month later came the last member of
our generation, similar to my adorable angel with a beautiful black waved
hair. They named him Frank, as his grand dad.
Chapter 8
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While my sister Rosemary was talking in the bed with her husband, I went to
the barn to meet Francis and the twins. I was preparing the cave to give
the lesson that I had learnt from Frankie. I heard Francis running and the
twins following him, he was near crying:
"What the matter with you, Francis?"
"Uncle John, the twins are calling me sissy because I have told them
they have to finish their home works before we start playing." The twins
bent their heads as confirming me what little Francis was saying.
"Twins, first, I have told you many times that Francis is a boy, a
clever one, he is from our own family and I'll not admit you calling him
such a nasty word; and second, you must finish your home work before we do
anything."
"But John, we can..."
"Please Manuel, don't try again; if you need my help I would be glad
doing it for you, and you know that, however you should do them
yourselves. We have plenty time to play, but never, your hear me, never
call nasty words to any member of our family; we must be united, do you
understand?
"Yes John. We may need half an hour, no more; please wait for us
here."
"Don't worry; I'll be here with Francis." They rushed to their
houses to finish their school works. Francis was immensely happy because I
had imposed my authority and he had won. He approached me and kissed me. We
sat inside the cave and he cuddle himself in my lap as a little boy would
do; I placed my arms round him and I gazed at those beautiful blue eyes and
blond silky hair.
"I like you a lot, Uncle John."
"I like you too, little Francis." He was near me only centimetres
face to face, I had felt a strange attraction to him lately; I wanted to
protect him, to love him, to care him; I could not explain myself why, but
he was so beautiful... I saw his lovely red lips and without thinking, I
kissed them tenderly. I noticed how he squirmed in delight and surprise at
the same time. I did not want to separate from him, but about what seemed
half a minute, I did. He looked at me in delight but astonished:
"Uncle John, what was this and why did you do it?"
"I don't know Francis. I love you and I just wanted to do it. I
wanted to eat you but without hurting you. I wanted your lips in my mouth
but I don't know why. I suppose it is a real kiss." He opened his lovely
eyes with a smile:
"It was lovely, Uncle John; I liked it very much. I wanted you to be
longer; can we do it again?"
"Yes, but wait a minute; I think your weenie is hard and mine
too. Let's get naked so I can touch your dick and you mine." He gladly
removed all his clothes and I did the same. He took the same position as
before, I looked again into those deep blues little jewels and I melted in
them. I placed my lips on his, trying to absorb them into my mouth; Francis
felt the same, and he opened his little mouth and our tongues touched. That
was great! I started exploring his sweet mouth and he mine. Our dicks were
very hard, I put my hand on his erected little pole and started massaging
it up and down; I felt his hand caressing my ball sack and them rubbing my
little cock that now was jerking. Our excitement grew. I lay down on my
back and I dragged my little angel on top of me; dick against dick, crotch
against crotch.
Instinctively Francis started moving up and down; we had left our kissing
but I put my hands on his back and butt; it was so nice, so smooth... Soon
that nice feeling started again in my balls and went up to the tip of my
dick; I arched my hips as I noticed my little Francis pushing down. We
stopped breathing as the point of no return and nice feeling hit
us. Breathing hard we collapsed on the warm straw; Francis slid to his left
side so it was easier for me to breathe. When we recovered, my little
Francis went on top of me and started kissing me on the lips again, not
passionately but tenderly.
"I like you, Uncle John; that was wonderful, I have enjoyed kissing
you. Please, keep it secret only for us to enjoy." I loved that beautiful
face, and many times, I asked myself why this child was so beautiful to
me. I compared my love to him with that to Frankie; I could not deny them
anything if they asked me.
"I like you too, Francis. You know my pretty angel that I cannot
deny you anything, but do you think is it fair?" Remember, they are our
family, too; and if they see us doing..." He smiled and kissed me a peck
again.
"Well, it doesn't mean that, only I would like to have a secret
between you and me." In that moment, we heard the twins climbing the wooden
stairs. Louis watching us naked he asked:
"Did you start? We grinned and Francis answered him.
"No, but we were hot, and in view you were not coming..." The twins
got naked and I could see their penises hard as a rocks pointing out.
"Ok twins. As usual, I'll start doing to Francis and Manuel will do
to Louis, so please lie on your back, put you arms under your heads and
keep them there until you can." They did wondering which would be the next
step. I started kissing and licking Francis' thighs; he squirmed at my
tongue touch and spread his legs to give me better access. I sucked his
ball sack for a while and I continued to his crotch, then I fucked his
navel with my tongue. He started moaning loudly and as if they were clones,
Louis was now near shouting in pleasure. He could not resist the sexual
excitement and placed his hands on the head of his cousin. I continued to
Francis nipples and I sucked one after the other.
"Please, please, Uncle John..." As they were near their orgasms, I
left the nipples and I engulfed his little dick and balls in my mouth,
sucking them, especially the purple head. We had had our release some
minutes before, so we were not so in need as the twins. Louis pressed his
cousin's head down as he arched his hips with a loud moan. Francis was very
near, but he still resisted my sucking for near half a minute; but soon he
arched his hips and pressed my head down as he reached his wonderful
climax. Both boys were breathing hard while we continued sucking their
cocks until they got a little flaccid. Manuel very excited asked Louis in a
husky voice:
"How was that Louis? When he recovered, he hugged his cousin and
instinctively kissed him on the lips. Manuel did not expect that and was
stunned, but he did not do anything; however in view of that, I said to
Manuel:
"Manuel, open your mouths and mix your tongues." They did as
instructed, and as he felt the great pleasure of kissing his cousin, he
dragged Louis' hand to his dick and started jerking off his cousin. One
minute later, Manuel reached his high point and he groaned loudly, but they
continued with their mouths united. When they recovered, Manuel said:
"John, you didn't tell us about this." We exchanged a complicity
gaze and I said:
"I had left that for the second part, but Louis did it without any
teaching." We all laughed, and since I had had some sex with my dear
Francis I decided to spend the rest of day playing as any child would
do. Then I said:
"Unless you are not fully satisfied, I would suggest getting dressed
and starting playing."
"Yes, it is a good idea." Louis said. "We are going to sleep tonight
together Manuel and me; so probably we will do it again."
"Ok, let's go." We got dressed and went downstairs, and then Francis
told me:
"Uncle John, can we also sleep together in the big house?"
"I don't mind my little angel, if your mom agrees; after dinner I'll
go to bed. Tomorrow we must get up early for school." He smiled at me and
we started our plays. He did not come. After so an exciting day he was very
tired; after all, he was a little boy of ten, now we were at the end of the
summer, two months for our eleventh birthday.
Frankie and his dad left the farm hand in hand, as Frankie liked since he
was a little boy. He worshiped his dad and he would have liked to be all
the time with him, but he noticed his dad, as John's dad, was getting old,
yet, that even increased his love and admiration for his father. Still he
was a strong, healthy and tall man. Frank noticed how his younger son was
observing him, suddenly he stopped, and raised his boy to his chest; he
loved his three sons, but this one had something special. Frankie hugged
his father.
"I'm very proud of you, dad; I think I'm the luckiest boy in the
world." Frank hugged his boy very tight, he thought perhaps he would not
have time enough to love his younger sons, as they deserved. He put him
down.
"I'm very proud and lucky having so smart and beautiful sons. I only
hope, my little Frankie that you have children that love you, as you
deserve; and only with a sight, you may understand their concerns and their
problems. I can tell you that I have been very, very lucky." Then Frankie
recalled how Francis' dad had hugged him.
"Dad, today a strange thing has happened to me."
"What was it, son?"
"John and I wanted to play with the twins and little Francis, so we
went to fetch him. His mom received us as usual kissing and hugging us and
celebrating saying we were the beauties of the village, perhaps she has not
observed her own son." Frank smiled as his son continued. "Francis' dad
was at home; I had not seen him during the past two or three months because
he is always in the city or in his work. When he heard his wife calling us
beauty, he came out from the kitchen, he gave a quick hug and kiss to John;
after that, he looked at me and then kissed and hugged me. I wonder whether
it is my imagination or not, but he hugged me tighter and longer than to
John, caressing my hair. It felt very good, and his sight was
something... as when you look at me before expressing your love. I don't
know dad but..." Frank kept silence for a few minutes; they were entering
in the village and approaching their home. He did not want to disappoint
his child, and, on the other hand, he was a clever boy, therefore very
difficult to cheat.
"You are not wrong, my son, your heart will never deceive you."
"Why dad..." In that moment, his mom greeted them from the door and
the answer kept in the air postponed. Frank sighed in relief, but he
thought that eventually he must tell his children about Tomas' relationship
with them. He kissed his mom and showed her the parcel.
"It is a present from Michael for Jim, for his manhood."
"How did he know...?" Frankie answered his mother.
"He didn't; we suppose he guessed. Mom, I'll put on Jim's bed;
please, don't tell him anything; I want to see the expression on his face."
His mom nodded and he rushed upstairs. He displayed the garments on the
bed including the shirt and tie with a knot already prepared; he felt very
proud and imagined how handsome his brother would be dressed with those
garments; he thought. Fifteen minutes later Jim arrived with other friend,
he said goodbye to him and entered in the house. He greeted his family and
then Frankie told him: "Jim, come on upstairs, I'll show you something."
"What is it, little devil?" However, his brother was running to
their bedroom. Jim entered, and he watched the dress on his bed, his mouth
dropped open in disbelief; he touched the trousers and the windcheater as a
sacred totem. Without saying a single word, he ran downstairs, hugging and
kissing his mom and dad.
"Thanks, they are lovely, just what I wanted to have since a year
ago." Then he heard on his back.
"You must thank it to Uncle Michael; it is his present for your
reaching the manhood." Jim blushed and looked into his little brother
eyes.
"Did you tell them..." His dad interrupted.
"No Jim, he doesn't know, but Michael is not silly and he knows your
age, so he probably guessed it.
"Sorry Frankie, I'm very surprised." He hugged his younger brother,
and taking his hand said: "Please Frankie, come with me, I'm going to wear
it for the first time, jus to show dad and mom." Both brothers went
upstairs. He got on his underwear and Frankie could see a wet stain where
his brother dick was, making a little tent.
"Have you been with a girl, Jim?"
"Yes; my friend and I. We got two girls, and we are trying to fuck
them one of these days. They are very hot. But let's not start speaking
about sex now Frankie, because my cock will start growing up."
"You better hide your underwear because it is clearly stained with
precum."
"Oh yes, I have noticed that." Changing the subject, Jim
said. "Frankie it is a lovely colour, isn't it?
"Oh yes, sure it is. My brother will be very handsome with that
dress, totally a man. I think the girl will immediately ask you to fuck
her." Frankie grinned; he enjoyed making hard his brother, and much more
this time when he was trying the new dress.
"Please Frankie, stop; you're a very naughty boy." He dressed with
the new garments, but not the shirt and tie. He looked himself on a
mirror. "It is wonderful Frankie, even better than I thought. My trousers'
sleeves are a little bit long, but mom will solve this problem." He then
went downstairs to show their parents. They contemplated their son with
pride; he was a little man now. "How quick the time had elapsed!" They
murmured.
"Jim, I think you'll start breaking many hearts." His mom said. Jim
looked at his dad saying:
"Well, it seems there are some previous examples in this family."
His dad looked at him grinning. "Mom, could you arrange the dress for the
next Saturday?"
"Don't worry; I'll do it in a couple of evenings." Jim rushed
upstairs he changed his clothes and came down for lunch. When they finished
and sat down chatting, Frankie saw an elegant old man approaching to their
house.
"Mon, an elegant old man is coming here; undoubtedly he comes to
see us." Frankie said. Frank got up and went out to receive the old man.
"Good afternoon, Frank. May I come in?" He asked politely.
"Good afternoon, Sir; of course you can. Please sit down.
"Good afternoon Margaret, boys." The old man said. They all
answered at unison to him good afternoon; then Jim and Frankie stood apart
leaving the adults alone, not wanting to interfere in their
conversation. The old man sat and Frank asked him.
"Mr. Hermann, you are always very welcomed to my home, what can we
do for you?"
"Frank, I have a proposal to offer you, now that in a few years you
will retire, and want to discuss it with you and Margaret, if you don't
mind, of course."
"Of course not, sir. Since you seem to be not in a hurry, will you
accept a cup of coffee?"
"Yes thanks, you still know my weakness." Frank smiled at him.
"My elder son is very fond of the kitchen; in fact he is our
private chef, he'll prepare it for all of us. Jim!" He called. Jimmy
approached, "Please Jim, can you prepare coffee for us?"
"Yes dad... Do you mind if I do something special?" Mr. Hermann
looked at him and answered.
"As long as it contains coffee I don't mind myself." His dad nodded
to his son, and he went to the kitchen followed by Frankie. There, Frankie
asked his brother:
"Who is this gentleman, Jim?"
"Don't you know him? He is the richest man of our county, and
probably one of the richest in the whole country. He is the owner of the
Great Manor and many houses and farms. People said he is very kind and has
no sons or daughters; only cousins. His wife died some years ago and he
lives in one of the prettiest houses between the two villages."
"What's about the Manor? I see people coming to see the big house,
but I have never been inside. A friend of mine, who went with his father,
said it is a great palace with many large rooms and well cared off."
"I don't know, too; I have never been in there. I only can tell you
this man have helped many people to survive from hunger and he gives a fair
amount of money every year to the Town Hall for charity. He doesn't like
priests or nuns of any kind. I heard he used to be very fond of young men,
not teenagers. Please Frankie; bring me the coffee in grain, brown sugar
and that bottle of brandy that is in the sideboard in the dinning room."
"Are you going to get them drunk?" They laughed.
"No, my little boy. I'm going to prepare an Irish coffee. You know I
enjoy cooking. I'll propose dad to study cooking, I would love that."
"But dad says you may become an electrical engineer, you are
brilliant in maths and physic."
"Well, I still have not decided, but I would like to become a good
chef."
"What is it a good chef, Jim?"
"It is a great international cook. I have read some books that I
found in our dad's library; those books fascinated me. I learnt in them
about this coffee, also called garlic coffee." He grinded the coffee grains
and prepared it. Once the coffee was ready, he heated three cups, put the
brown sugar and some brandy stirring them. In a little jug, he placed some
milk cream and everything on a tray. He carried the tray where they were,
now talking amicably. Before giving the cup to Mr. Hermann, Jim dropped
part of the cream on the coffee, however placing a teaspoon facing down
between the black liquid and the cream. It spread it leaving a layer on top
without mixing. Once the three were ready, he offered to the man the first
cup, then to his mom and the last to his dad. The old man had observed him
very careful. He took the cup to his lips, sipped and savoured it.
"This is lovely, lad. What is it?"
"It is an Irish coffee, sir. Unfortunately we have not Irish
whiskey, but I put brandy instead." His parents gazed each other ignoring
his elder son's abilities. They knew he was a good cook.
"Thanks Jim for the coffee. Are you fond of cooking?" Jim looked at
his father before he could answer, but he saw in his dad's eyes that he was
free to decide.
"Yes sir, very fond. In fact I love cooking and I look forward to
become someday a good chef."
"That's quite good. I'll tell you something, young lad. There are
many engineers, doctors, designers, etc. but a few great chefs. A good chef
is not just a good cook. A good chef must have an excellent math base, high
knowledge on agriculture, food and art. In addition, good taste; education;
intelligence and good hands, etc. Of course, I am talking about a good
chef, not an inn cook. Do you think you have those abilities?" Jim was
overwhelmed by such questions; he only thought he loved cooking.
"Sorry Sir; I suppose the answer should come from somebody else, not
from me."
"Very good, James; perhaps I can help you. Please give me some time;
and thanks again for the nice coffee. Now I need to talk to your dad, it is
the object of my visit." He smiled at Jim and he left his parents with
Mr. Hermann. As soon as he got into the kitchen, Frankie started making
questions.
"What were you telling to Mr. Hermann?"
"He wanted to know if I liked to be a good chef and he said the
qualities that a person must have to be a good one, not an inn cook, as he
said."
"What does it means, Jim?
"Well, I'm not sure; he meant that if I'm going to be a cook and
chef, I must be a good one; perhaps he can help me"
"If you become a good cook, when I get married, you must do my
wedding tart." Both brothers started to laugh and cleaning the kitchen;
meanwhile the adults were talking about something that would change their
lives. Before Frank could ask, Mr. Hermann said:
"You know that I have not any close relatives; I had no sons and my
wife died years ago. I have decided to do something with my fortune and for
my people and country. There are many spoiled persons because cannot get a
good professional education in this country. And this is my objective: to
provide this area with a good technical secondary school, where boys and
girls, as equal, can study and become excellent professionals in the main
fields our country needs, not needing to go to the capital city to study;
especially those, the majority, which cannot afford it." He paused in case
Frank wanted to ask anything. The couple kept silence, so he
continued. "I'll create a foundation where most of my fortune will go; with
part of this money we would built a large school for round 600 students. We
would use my Manor House as the basic building. I have been in England and
USA, collecting all the information that we may need; currently I have
delivered it to an architect, friend of mine. He is working on the project;
this might be finished and working in three years time." He paused.
"The school will admit boys and girls once they have finished their primary
schooling, however some rules will be established: 1) No religious
influence will be admitted, therefore, priests and nuns will be banned as
teachers. 2) The Institution will not admit any political publicity and/or
activity of any kind in the school. 3) The students must devote their time
to their education, discipline and work; therefore, anyone, no matter who
he is, that fails in two examinations will be turned out. At the first
fail, the Principal will call his/her parents to inform them. 4) The
Institution will consider boys and girls as equal. 5) The students will
never be subject of any physical punishment. It will immediately be
dismissed a teacher doing it. On contrary, a student, offending a
professor's, the Institution will also turned him out. The professors will
choose their own office to summon students, never in public. 6) The best 20
students that finish their studies, the Foundation will grant them an
allowance or scholarship to continue their studies in the city's
University, if they accept it."
"These are the main headlines; well I have many other items written, such
as the school organization, now and in the future. We must write the rules
that everybody must comply. I have reached an agreement with the
Government, by which, we will choose and hire the professors; the
Government will pay them, as we provide and pay the installations and
organization" As he stopped, Frank said:
"Sir, this is the most beautiful project I could ever imagine, even
many times I have dreamed about something like this. If you were asking my
help, just beforehand you have it, Mr. Hermann.
"Frank, I want more than your help; I want you to conduct this
project as a General Manager." Frank opened his mouth in disbelief.
"But Mr. Hermann, I'm 67 and I'll retire in three years!"
"Wonderful! If you agree, you will retire immediately. Margaret also
would cease in her functions and classified as in a special
assignment. You, Frank, would get a monthly salary equivalent of three
times what you are currently receiving from the Government; Margaret
double. We have already dealt everything within the General Director for
Education in Madrid. The Minister is also a friend of mine, and he had
applauded our initiative." Frank looked at his wife who was surprised as
himself.
"Sir, I don't... I don't know what to say, I have been so taken
aback!
"Frank I only need from you the word "yes", that's all, and
immediately I'll start the business. I know it is a difficult project but
very excited and well to live to carry it out. What do you think?" Frank
stood up and extended his hand to the old man. They shook hands and again
they sat down. Then Mr. Hermann continued. "Our lawyers; my bank
representative, you and myself, will meet in the city within a month time
to sign all documents. This project will seriously affect the village for
good. The Mayor will also be included. He is a good man. Ah! I forgot. Your
new house will be that one being repaired." He pointed out thru the window,
signalling to a house in the next street that was on work. "I would suggest
you see the builders and ask them for any modification that you may want to
include. You will use that house, free of charge, for the rest of your
lives, no matter whether you work or are retired from the Foundation."
"The Mayor will be very happy about this project, Sir." Frank added.
"Sure you must pay a visit to him, in order he informs the Town Hall
about it. I expect you and him next Monday in my office. You must start
working on the internal school regulations; probably you will receive some
messages from the city regarding to your new situation. In addition, you
must decide which of you has to get a drive licence. On Monday of next
week, round 5:00 pm, a man with a car will come to fetch one of you to
teach how to drive, he is from a drivers' school in the city. Once you have
your licence, the Foundation will purchase a car for your exclusive
use. Well I think that is all by now. Please Frank, can you call the boys?"
"Sorry Sir, we are so..." Mr. Hermann kindly stopped him.
"I understand you Frank, but tonight you can discuss everything with
your family." He called Frankie and Jim, as they approached the old man
took his wallet and handed them a couple of bank notes. Jim looked at his
dad for permission, and Frank said nothing, they accepted the present. Jim
and Frankie thanked the man. All stood up as Mr. Hermann did. "Thanks boys
for you help and kindness. Jim, I may have something for you within a few
days."
"Thank you very much, Sir." The old man again shook hands with Frank
and Margaret saying goodbye and left the house whistling as if he had
closed a good business operation.
Chapter 9
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Once Mr. Hermann was out of sight, Frank grabbed his wife and kissed her;
then he extended his arms to his sons in a general embrace that lasted
about one minute.
"Today is a great day, my dolly; our lives will change and you will
have what you need to be, a little happier."
"Frank, I have been the happiest woman in the world. We have the
most beautiful boys round here, what do we need as extra?" Then Jim,
knowing his father life, said:
"Dad, you deserve it, it is a pity this project has not come before,
but better now than never." Jim and Frankie then opened their fists and
showed their parents the green bank note. It was a lot of money for a
person. Then their dad asked:
"Well boys, what are you planning to do with such an amount of
money?"
"Dad, as soon as you can, we'll go to the capital city and buy long
trousers; once I wear the first ones I'll never wear shorts. And you,
Frankie? He asked his younger brother.
"Since I'll wear shorts for a long time, and besides, mom will
adjust yours for me, I would like to buy a bike, for both of us, so I would
be able to go to Uncle Michael's farm any time that I want."
"Granted!" Frank said to his children. Again, they sat down and
chatted making plans for the next future. Night came and then Frank said:
"We need to talk to the Mayor about all these plans, in order to
prepare documentations; so I think we'll visit him tonight after we have
dinner; he normally go to bed very late and always is telling me to pay him
a visit. Frankie, please, go and tell him that after dinner, if he is not
engaged, we'll pay a visit to them."
"Ok, dad; I'll do just now." Frankie flew and in five minutes, he
was back. "Dad, Peter said that you will be welcomed; his wife and he wait
for you after dinner." They had supper and the boys said goodnights to
their parents and went upstairs. A few minutes later, they heard the main
door closed and locked. They started undressing and soon they were
naked. Jim as more into puberty got hard as soon as he saw his brother
smooth naked body.
"Frankie, you have lovely round butt cheeks." Frankie grinned; he
made a motion putting out his lovely bum saying:
"If you like it, come on and get it!" Jim jumped to catch his
brother, but Frankie was quicker and missed him. They ran thru the room
jumping from bed to bed, playing and laughing, until Jim caught him on his
bed, laid Frankie on his tummy straddling him with his knees supporting his
body. He started tickling his brother that was laughing uncontrollably. He
placed his hands on Frankie's lovely butt cheeks and started to massage
those white little globes.
"Uhm!, they are so smooth..."Jim said. Frankie turned over and took
his brother big dick in his hands. "Oh Frankie, please don't do that
because I'll start expelling my milk." He looked at that beautiful face and
started kissing the red lips. That was what Frankie had been waiting for.
He eagerly received his brother's tongue inside his mouth; he wanted to
swallow him; they mixed their saliva enjoying their kiss. Jim started
fucking his little brother balls, dick and crotch moving his dick forward
and back, spreading the abundant precum oozing from his dick. Soon they
reached their point of no return, especially Jim, who a girl had
masturbated him in the morning. They broke their kissing as their climaxes
hit them. Jim pushed forward his dick at the time they stopped
breathing. He shot his small load between both bodies as a sandwich cream,
breathing hard. He put his arms under his little brother and cuddled to
him. When they recovered, Jim raised himself:
"I love you, my angel. I don't think any brother could love more
than I love you." For an answer, Frankie reached his big brother's head and
dragged to him, kissing him tenderly.
"I love you, too, Jim." Jim scooted down and started licking with
his tongue all the clear white stuff spread over his brother's tummy, as a
mother cat would do with the kittens. However, Frankie moaned in pleasure
when his brother licked his balls sack and approached the space between his
balls and anus.
"Jim, that feels very good." Jim knew it, insisted and continued
licking those sensible parts. His brother and he were again hard as
rocks. Then Jim said:
"I want to teach you something I have made with my friend."
"What is it?"
"When we have not girls available, we fuck each other."
"Fuck?" He smiled, "How can you do that? You have not a cunt like a
girl."
"But we have a lovely tight hole. Believe me; it does make much
difference. We have smooth skin as a girl, so the only difference is where
you put your cock. The only problem is that we are tighter than a girl is,
and if the dick is too thick, it hurts the first times. He didn't hurt me
and I didn't hurt him because our cocks are proportional to our age,
however I have heard that slowly and with care, a boy of your age can
accommodate inside his guts a full man cock.
"Can we try, Jim? Jim smiled at his little brother that was now very
excited.
"Yes, you will fuck me; I'll have not any problem in spite that your
dick has increased his size a lot lately, but my friend's bigger. We need
something. Wait a minute." He jumped from the bed and disappeared thru the
door. A couple of minutes later he came with a bottle of olive oil from the
kitchen. Frankie asked:
"What's that, Jim?"
"This is olive oil to lube your prick that will prevent you hurting
my hole. My friend put me some and it worked nicely." Frankie said nothing
only looking at his brother performance. He took some oil from the bottle
and smeared over and round the sticking pole. Frankie moaned at the touch,
and then Jim said, "Now put some on your forefinger and try to lube my
hole." Jim bent himself on four legs with his head down on the pillow, so
that his butt was showing up his hole. Frankie did as instructed and could
observe how easy his finger went in.
"Jim, it is very slippery now."
"Perfect. There are three different ways to do it. One: as I am now,
we call this on four legs or doggy. Two: face-to-face, I would put my legs
up, like this." He motioned his brother, taking his knees to his
chest. "And three: you would get my place and I would sit down on your
crotch, so your weenie will enter into my hole; I prefer number two. Now my
little angel, you are going to fuck for the first time." Jim raised his
legs up to his chest spreading them. "Now put yourself on your knees and
stick your cock inside my hole." Frankie took his hard dick with his right
hand and directed it to his brother's butt hole; he them put his hands on
Jim hips and pushed forward. At the first push, he entirely entered
inside. He felt the warmth and tightness of his brother's hole; as waves of
lust invaded him.
"Jim, this is wonderful; it feels very, very good."
"You'll feel even better. Now start fucking me, taking your dick
back and forward, but when you pull, the head must remain inside me."
Frankie did as instructed and soon he was moaning in pleasure. He placed
his right hand on Jim's dick and started jerking him off at the same
time. He closed his eyes full of lust, and his mind went to his friend
John. He fucked and fucked his brother quicker and quicker. Jim also had
his eyes closed thinking in his girl as he was receiving stimulations on
his prostate and on his cock. His little angel was doing an excellent
job. He opened his eyes and watched that beautiful face that he
loved. After some time, the most wonderful climax hit both brothers. Jim
enlarged his arms and took his little brother butt cheeks pushing them to
him as he exploded, shooting his clear semen to his chest. Frankie was
sweating and his heart beating as it wanted to go out from his chest. He
collapsed onto his brother's chest exhausted breathing hard and gasping for
air. Jim hugged his brother and started to fondle his hair. They remained
like that for a few minutes. Jim dragged his little brother upper so their
faces could be together. He cuddled him. "Did you enjoy my angel?"
"Oh Jim, that was fantastic!" Without raising his head from his
brother's chest Frankie asked, "Is that how it feels when we fuck a girl,
Jim?"
"It is even better. I'm not sure enough, because I still have not
fucked any; but you don't need any lube; she provides a lot of precum that
make her cunt slippery. The problem is the first time." Frankie raised and
as he saw the mess on his brother chest, some drops of clear semen near
getting to the bed, he started licking and swallowing it until his brother
was as clean as brass.
"What's about the first time, Jim?" Frankie asked.
"Well, I'm not absolutely sure; but the girls have something like a
seal inside her cunt that must be broken, otherwise your prick cannot go
thru, only a little bit. Even sometimes when the seal is torn, some blood
can appear."
"That's nasty."
"Oh, it is not at all! That must be fantastic; that means that you
are the first one that has fucked her; it demonstrates she is a virgin. If
she has not the seal, it means someone else has fucked before her. Normally
they are not virgin because start fucking very early with their brothers.
"Does it also apply to boys?" Frankie asked.
"Yes, with the difference that a boy is virgin in two ways. When he
fucks a girl the first time his virginity is gone, the same applies when
someone fucks him. However, normally this only applies on respect of girls.
"So, you are not virgin anymore, do you?"
"In what to boys it refers, you are right. I have fucked and I have
been fucked." They started laughing loudly.
"That's funny, Jim. I don't mind anything of that. I'll fuck and
I'll be fucked whenever I love a person." Being so young, they recovered
quickly, especially Frankie that only had dry orgasms. Jim was again hard
with the conversation. Frankie saw his weenie stiffen again; he touched it
and said to Jim.
"Jim, I want you to fuck me. I saw how much you enjoyed when I
fucked your hole. Could you do it to me?" Jim wanted to fuck that little
butt, he had dreamed for a long time, however, he loved too much his
brother, and he was sure that his dick would hurt him a lot the first
time. He could not bear in mind hurting his angel, so he said:
"Frankie, I would love to fuck your lovely butt, but my dick has
become too thick and surely it will hurt you a lot the first times. It is
much better that someone with smaller cock fucks you before, let's say
John, and then I would try. But, even after that, I'm sure I would hurt
you." As Jim mentioned John, Frankie's mind went to him and he sighed; his
brother understood the sigh. "Frankie, you love him, don't you?" The little
boy sighed again and answered his brother:
"Yes Jim. I love him a lot and he loves me as much as I do him. He's
so pretty, so sweet..., it is difficult even for me to explain. When I see
him, if I'm upset, all my rage fades away instantly, and if I'm sad he
returns my happiness. I would like to be with him all the time, to sleep
with him, to chat and to make sex things to him, no matter what, even if
I'm called fag. I wouldn't mind if he loves me. The problem is that he
loves me too in the same way, so when we see each other, we would kiss and
hug if no one were present. When we sat down in the school on our desks, we
carefully touch our hands; it is as an electric shock going thru my body;
immediately my dick starts growing and I can see a little tent on his
crotch." His brother remained in silence as Frankie expressed his most
intimate thoughts.
"You both are very lucky boys, Frankie. You are truly in love each
other; but the most beautiful thing is that you are corresponded; most of
the times, this doesn't happen. You might be in love with someone and he or
she may ignore you; but this is not the case. Therefore, I'll not try to
fuck you. You can try with John; you know the procedure to follow. I'm sure
you both will enjoy it."
"When we purchase the bike we'll spend more time together." They had
recovered and both were with their dicks pointing out and Jim oozing
precum.
"But you are hard, Jim. Let's do something to release you and me."
Jim was an experienced boy since two years ago, so he said:
"Frankie, turn on your left side, I'll fuck your thighs and your
ball sack from behind." Frankie did not know what his big bro meant;
however, he followed his instructions. Jim placed himself behind his
brother and entered his dick thru Frankie thighs starting moving in/out.
Frankie was delighted with the new sensations as he watched his brother's
cock head pulling in/out and disappearing/appearing again rubbing his
balls. Jim thrusts increased as he moaned in pleasure; now near his
climax. He stopped breathing turning on his back, dragging his little
brother on top of him; he then arched his hips and started to shoot his
semen out; the first shot landed on Frankie navel, and some more on his
crotch and balls. When he recovered, Jim tenderly placed Frankie near him
on his back, and then he started licking his own semen from his little
brother's body.
Frankie was hard because he had not released his sexual tensions, in spite
of watching his brother moves. Jim was aware of this. While he was licking
his brother, he reached his crotch, missed his little dick and continued to
his ball sack. Jim cleaned his brother; kissed him passionately rubbing his
hard dick; when he realised his brother was near his dry orgasm he quickly
scooted down and engulfed his stiff dick, sucking it eagerly. Soon Frankie
started groaning as his brother sucked him; one minute later, he arched his
hips, he placed his hands on top of his brother's head and pushed it down
as his dry orgasm hit him. Jim continued sucking until he felt his little
dick was limp.
"I love you, my little angel." Jim said.
"I love you Jim." Frankie cuddled tenderly into his brother's arms
during some minutes. Then he asked, "Jim, will you continue telling me
what you have found out about dad's life?"
"Yes, but I think we should wash ourselves now that we are
satisfied." Both jumped out from the bed and went down to the bathroom to
clean. When finished, again jumped on the bed lying on his sides with their
heads on the pillow, facing each other; then Jim started:
"As I told you some days ago, Uncle Michael and dad were very close
friends since they were little boys. Dad and Michael were pretty boys,
handsome teenagers and later men. They grew together and as many friends,
they used to go to dance to villages near ours." Frankie interrupted his
brother:
"If they were pretty boys as you said, probably they had many girls
to fuck." Jim looked at his little brother not knowing what to say.
"Well, I know he was a beautiful child but I wonder the
circumstances of those times, I suppose they fucked many girls and women
before they got married, especially dad. I'll show you something." Jim
jumped from the bed and got out, a couple of minutes later he arrived with
metallic box that Frankie recognized immediately. He rummaged inside and
extracted an old photo that showed to his brother. Without any hesitation,
Frankie said:
"This boy is Joan, Francis' brother. Nevertheless, this picture is
very old; how can it be...?
"Are you sure, Frankie?" Jim asked.
"Of course I am, without any doubt he is Joan... or at least,
someone that looks like him." Jim knew the answer, but he then said:
"The boy of this picture is dad when he was eight y/o." Frankie
could not believe the resemblance to Joan. His mouth agape, he asked.
"How can it be?"
"Because Joan is his grandson, in other words: Tomas is our half
brother, so you and I are Joan and his brother/sisters' uncles. Frankie was
even more astonished; he asked:
"Do you mean I'm little Francis' uncle?
"Exactly. Furthermore, there is a coincidence in our surnames; they
are also Martinez as we are."
"My... well, John won't believe it!" Frankie slowly said.
"I must remind you this is a family secret, we cannot release a
single word of it, unless dad authorises us. You must promise it to
me. Most likely, many adult persons must know it, or at least, they
suspect, but cannot spread the news. They prefer to keep silence because
this town used to be a small village and many people are parents, so there
are persons that can be hurt. Let's continue the story."
"In the neighbour village, people were celebrating their annual local
feasts; as usual dad and Uncle Michael went to dance. The inseparable pals,
as they were named, entered in the ballroom, where many people and women of
all ages were dancing. They saw a couple of lovely girls dancing together;
one was an exuberant blond girl, the other one was a brown haired with
large eyes. Two young men were trying to separate them without any success;
they reluctantly left the girls as they continued dancing. After a music
break, the girls sat down and when the music resumed, dad and Uncle Michael
approached the girls, dad said:
"Michael, the blond is mine."
"Well, there is coincidence, because I liked the brown haired one."
"Ok, let's go before anyone spoils our chance." They approached the
girls and asked to dance; they doubted for some seconds but accepted with a
giggle. They had been happily dancing and chatting during some time, when
several boys approached to dad, one of them said:
"You, foreigner, leave this girl, she is my girlfriend." The girl
got upset answered the boy without waiting dad to intervene:
"I'm not your girlfriend, so I dance with whom I like." Uncle
Michael was near and added:
"I think it is clear; now please, leave us, we want to dance with
these beautiful girls." The boys found themselves rejected by the girls,
as the foreigners did not chicken out. Seeing a possible fight, the couples
around them stopped dancing, making a ring. Full of rage and impotence, the
young men thought they could not leave things as they were, otherwise their
prestige would disappear and made ridiculous after they bragged. Michael
then said to the girls and dad, "Let's have something on the bar." He spun
giving his back to the others. These could not accept the disdain from the
foreigners; the most exalted one dragged a knife from his pocket saying:
"You are not going anywhere because I'll kill you just now!" When he
was trying to stab Uncle Michael, the blond girl screamed, but dad had some
experiences and had already placed himself behind the guy; so when the boy
made his first move toward Michael, dad put his left hand round the man's
neck, and with right, he gripped the hand with the knife. The scream had
alerted two police officers that were chatting with the bartender, they
quickly arrived where the fight was taking place and watched dad trying to
disarm the boy.
"You stop immediately!" The police sergeant shouted. All the boys
that had taken part flew away, leaving alone their colleague; they knew
things have gone too far. The boy left the knife to fall on the floor and
dad retrieved himself joining Michael.
"Sergeant, that guy was going to stab my friend from his back."
"I saw it; so you just leave, I'll take care of this fellow." The
sergeant said. Uncle Michael knew what that meant in those times. If they
did nothing, the boy would be taken into the police station and into jail;
later almost certainly, he would be charged as an intent of homicide and
sentenced to six or ten years prison. Uncle Michael then, risking himself,
because normally police officers do not like interferences, said:
"Excuse me sir, may I speak." The sergeant looked at him, surely, he
recognized them, he said:
"Yes, what do you want?"
"Well sir, I think this boy didn't wish to harm me, only he tried to
frighten us." Then dad backed Michael up.
"Sir, I think he is also a little drunk." The sergeant was not fool;
he immediately knew the boys' good intentions. He had a large experience on
crime and knew this was something between young men. So he thought if the
offended boys did not like things go further, it was silly to complicate
the boy's life, and what was more important, the sorrow of his family. He
then addressing to the boy asked him.
"Is it true that you only tried to scare them?"
"Yes sir, I had not intention at all to hurt any of them; I'm a
little bit drunk and..." he shut his mouth because perhaps he would say
something inconvenient.
"Ok; if both parties don't feel aggrieved, shake your hands and I'll
forget the incident." The young man extended his hand; dad and Uncle
Michael shook it. However, the officer knew the boy would do nothing, but
his friends might be thinking different; so he said to Michael and dad,
"You better go back to your village as soon as you said goodbye to your
girls, so the incident cool down" Dad and Michael took the advice, and they
left. With this, you can imagine the close friendship between them."
Frankie kept silence digesting the information provided by his elder
brother; after a few minutes of silence Frankie said:
"Jim that proves the loyalty of two great friends... but still you
have not clarified how happen that Francis is our nephew."
"Well, with the time the brown haired girl became uncle's Michael
wife, John's mom. Dad continued his love adventures with any woman he
could get; one of them was the blond girl of the dance. She had fallen in
love with him. During Uncle Michael's wedding celebration, they met each
other again and resumed their old friendship, but this time he fucked her
during a whole month; until she stopped it, telling him she had a boyfriend
and was going to marry him. He did not insist since he did not love her;
however, a close friend of his told the truth: she was expecting a baby and
her husband knew it and consented to marry her."
En of Part I