Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 17:36:57 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends Part 3
Part III
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Chapter 20
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"I assume you have fucked many girls and women." He blushed but
bravely made the most important question for himself. "Dad, do I have any
other hidden brother or sister?" Probably dad was expecting this question,
especially taking into consideration Tomas's jealousy nature. Dad thought
for a moment, grinned, ruffled his son's hair, and kissed his head.
"No. I like women and they like me. I always try they never start
loving me, which could tempt them to want a child with me. We want to enjoy
sex and being together, nothing else; besides, almost all of them, are
young, married or widow women." Tomas grinned in complicity.
"Just in case..."
"Well just in case, but never happened." Dad smiled back to his
son. "Listen, smart boy: I don't like whores because they trade with their
bodies and I don't like to pay or receive payment for fucking a woman, yet
I want they enjoy and enjoy myself." Tomas interrupted dad.
"Yes dad. However if you fuck an adult woman repeatedly probably she
can get pregnant; you have told me that many times."
"Not if you are careful and use your brains." He stood, went to a
drawer and extracted a notebook; he opened and showed to Tomas a page
crossed with a pencil forming 30 columns. The first one in blank and the
rest numbered from 1 to 29. Underneath, four lines had been used, named A,
B, C and D. Each line filled with month days. None of them started on the
same day. He then explained to our brother: "These are menstruation
periods; days in red ink mean "danger". Tomas looked a little bit confused.
"I don't understand these lines and numbers, dad."
"Tomas, any woman is fertile only about 72 hours a month, the rest
of the time you can fuck her without risking she can get pregnant; the
numbers in red are those days."
"You have in red more than three days..."
"Because I want being in the safe side."
"How do you know those days?" Dad jabbed Tomas.
"Clever boy!" He said near murmuring. "Some time ago came an eminent
doctor and investigator to the capital city and I assisted to his
conferences; later on, he gave us a manual with the new revolutionary
theory discovered by a Japanese colleague. He explained the real fertile
day takes place 13 days before the next menstruation." Tomas started
counting back..."
"Yes, it coincides with these numbers."
"It doesn't fail the method, dad?"
"Clever boy!" He repeated. "Yes, it can fail. Up today it was a
great success for me; however, if a woman is irregular on her menstruation
you can use a condom or other methods that I'll explain you some time."
Tomas kept silence during some time; his penis was flaccid as he was
concentrated on his father's explanations.
"I suppose you have found yourself some times in difficult
situations."
"Sure. Some of them were funny and some not so funny. I'll tell you
some other day so you can have a good time." Tomas laughed.
"Dad, at least tell me one, even if it has no fun." Dad thought for
a moment, and then got a little serious as he warned our brother.
"Tomas, you cannot tell anybody, even to your best friend
Billy. Someone could recognize her. She is a very rich young widower. Her
husband died a few years back due to the wounds received during the
War. She has two children, a boy of your age and a pretty girl one year
younger. During our dinner, I observed how the little girl stared at her
brother; they are highly educated and like me. The boy told me his mom had
had a few lovers, but almost all of them wanted their money, besides
fucking her. I rejected any payment I told her I was not a gigolo..." Tomas
interrupted dad.
"What does gigolo mean, dad?"
"A man supported normally by an old woman. She pays his daily life
expenses."
"Is she who sent you all those books and the climbing equipment?"
"Yes. She knows I had a clever and beautiful son and took all those
books from her own library. She argued needed the space and her sons did
not like engineering; most books are of maths, history and science. It was
a treasure from her husband, which she would have sold as waste paper
otherwise, so I accepted them. In a few days we'll receive the rest of her
library, especially a large encyclopaedia of 35 tomes; however, she pleaded
me to say it is an anonymous donation."
"Please, carry on, dad."
"That night, while we were making love I heard some low moans and
light move of a curtain. I do not like witnesses when I'm with a woman, so
I got up and drew the heavy garment. I found the boy fucking his sister
from behind; they were so engaged that even didn't notice I was watching at
them." Tomas smiled. "When they realised I had discovered them, blushed and
rushed to their room. I followed up and brought them back to our
bedroom. Their mother seemed not surprised; she then said:
"Frank, life is too short and I want them to enjoy their lives. They
are doing it since Peter was ten y/o."
"But they are brothers!" I argued:
"Does it make any difference? They are human beings; that is
all. You would be surprised how many fathers fuck their daughters, and
mothers their sons in our so-called high society." We all four were naked
and I had interrupted our lovemaking, so I smiled at them, ruffled the
boy's hair and patted the girl on the butt.
"Well, if your mom doesn't mind, why shall I do? Please, you do
whatever you like in your room, but I don't like voyeurs." The boy smiled.
"Thank you Frank, we must learn, and you are a real hunk." They left
and I returned to my interrupted job." Tomas started laughing loudly.
"That's real good dad. I suppose the girl can get pregnant by her
brother."
"Of course they are risking it, I told their mother, but they have
money to solve a problem like this. Some days later, the boy and girl were
alone when I entered in their home; they knew I was coming, so they were
waiting for me; then they hugged me friendly. While I was waiting their
mom, the boy asked me:
"Frank, we know you aren't married, why then don't marry mom and we
become a family? We don't mind." He surprised me; I ruffled his hair and
honestly answered him.
"You know I like you both and your mother, but I prefer to have you
as friends and not as foster sons, because I can love you as best friends
and keep our secrets and relationship forever. I have a son and I know I
could not love you as I love him." They knew I was honest to them. They
asked me to bring you some time to know them; I promised nothing, because I
wanted first to talk to you."
"And this is the end of dad's teaching our brother Tomas. I wonder
whether he took him to know that family." Frankie was very hard after his
brother's story.
"Jim, I'm very hard, let's put in practice dad's skill." Frankie
smiled.
"That would take us the whole night, you can do it with John, sure
he will be astonished of your talented sexual ability; nevertheless, I'm
also very hot, so a lovely 69 will get rid of our hardness." Frankie
grinned and inverting his position with his brother, each other took the
other dick in his mouth, until their respective climaxes arrived. Jim
spurted his load and Frankie his dry orgasm, and their dicks got
flaccid. "Still there is another story of dad and our brother Tomas, but it
is not so interesting, but good."
"What's that, Jim?
"It refers to the first time that Bill and Tomas fucked a girl in a
whorehouse. Dad took them to put in practice what they had learnt from
dad. I'll tell you some day."
"Please Jim, tell me it now." Frankie pleaded his brother tenderly.
"No Frankie, we are tired. It is too late and we must sleep. I'll
promise to tell you." They drifted off to sleep.
Meanwhile in the farm, I was happily waiting for my dad to arrive from the
city, after I had received the phone call from Frankie. Wrapped in a gown,
I sat in front of the lighting fire, listening to some light classic
music. As usual, I was thinking about Frankie; my dick was hard. I heard
the main door opening and ran to receive my dad.
"Hi, my little beauty. Here you are a little present; it is a pop
music record, and this big one is a new classic for our collection."
"What is it the classic?"
"It is The Swan Lake, by Tchaikovsky. It is a lovely music."
"Can I play it, dad?"
"Of course, you can. Put the volume a little bit loud in order I can
hear it from the bathroom. I'll leave the door open, and mom also can hear
it from the kitchen." I put on the record player and the sweet music
started to come out. He wrote it in the nineteen century for his little
niece, it is mostly for ballet. I read the booklet attached, and as the
music progressed, I was mentally transported to a far country of swans,
princes and princesses. I heard again someone knocking on the entrance
door; mom from the kitchen said:
"Please John, open the door." I rushed without caring much about my
robe that was open. It was little Francis.
"Hi Uncle John! I have come because I need your help in some
homework." He said loudly, however he winked an eye to me. He entered in
the kitchen and kissed mom. "Grandma, I have some homework to do with Uncle
John, can I sleep here with him? He gazed at her with his sweetest smile.
"Did you have dinner?"
"Not yet."
"In that case you must go and ask your mom for permission to dine
and sleep here."
"I'll do in one minute." He left, and a few minutes later, was back
with his pyjama on hand. After listening to some more music, dad joined
us. He ruffled the hair of his favourite grandchild.
"How is the prettiest boy of the world?" He stood up and hugged his
grandpa. "Now let's have dinner." We sat down on the table, on one side
Francis and me; and on the other the adults. After the soup, mom put a
large roasted beefsteak with some vegetables that looked lovely. Francis
cut it in little pieces the steak and punched one piece to his mouth. At
the same time, he slid his left hand under the table and gripped my dick,
squeezing it. I closed my eyes in ecstasy.
"Grandma, this meat is lovely." He said as he slowly stroked my
prick. I was already savouring some meat in my mouth. I looked at my dear
nephew. "Certainly, it has a lovely flavour, mom." The naughty boy caught
my double meaning.
"I'm glad you liked it." Mom said. We grinned in complicity and
continued having dinner. After finishing, we went to brush our teeth.
"It looks like you are having a good time with your prick." Francis
said.
"You have put me hard and now I cannot get rid of my hardness."
"I'm hard too, and I know how to get rid of it." We smiled, and
after kissing the adults goodnights, we rushed upstairs to do our
homework. As soon as we entered in the room, I took Francis' hands on mine
and I watched the beauty of my blond nephew; I never was fed up looking at
him. My heart melted staring into those lovely blue eyes.
"I love you very much, Francis." He for an answer kissed me
passionately on the lips. I could not help but I rubbed his hard dick. I
unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them to his ankles; he stepped out of
them, now he was naked waist down, except for his socks. I dropped my gown
onto the floor as we continued fondling each other. He was well hung for
his age, as all Martinez. He just stood there with his dick pushing forward
from his hairless pubis. His testicles were now a little tighter than they
were when he stripped off his clothes; now looked like two little marbles
left in a small tight money pouch.
My nephew Francis was near as tall as I was. We looked into each other eyes
and launched into my arms. I kissed him passionately; our tongues mixed our
saliva. He was so sweet! We kissed for a few minutes. We broke our kiss, I
started licking, and kissing his neck; he was moaning, his head back with
his beautiful blond long hair hanging. I sucked his little nipples and he
gasped in pleasure. I kneeled in front of him; I put my left arm round his
butt cheeks and started kneading them while I sucked his ball sack, he
rubbed my hair with an intelligible words. I raised a little my head and
found in front of my mouth the most beautiful little cock. I could see
partially his red glands thru the open foreskin; I stuck out my tongue and
flicked the sensible part. Instantly, he shuddered and squirmed in
delight. I pursed my lips into a pout and pressed them to the very tip of
his hard little shaft. Then, with my hands on his hips, prevented him from
thrusting into my mouth, I pushed forward. Never opening my mouth more than
I really had to, I allowed the dimensions of Francis' penis to govern just
how far I had to open my mouth as my tongue peeled back his foreskin,
exposing the sensitive tip of his sexual head to my tongue. He gasped with
pleasure as I started sucking the lovely meat. I swallowed him right to the
base, until my nose pressed into his pubis. The crown of his cock pressed
itself at the very entrance to my throat.
"Please John, don't stop, please don't..." He near yelled. I
noticed how his breath increased moaning in ecstasies. A couple of minutes
later Francis pushed hard into my mouth, his hand round my head; his knees
buckled. Francis trembled again and I had to tight my hold on his tense
thighs to prevent him falling on the carpet. He moaned loudly as he pushed
his groins against my face.
Agh!
Twirling between my open and spread legs, my hard dick throbbed and ached,
demanding attention; however, I did not touch it because I wanted to give
the maximum pleasure to my angel. I helped Francis not to fall on the floor
as he was terrible relaxed. Still hard his boyhood, slipped from between my
lips and hung in the air, glistening with my spit before him finally
lowered himself into a sitting position on the carpet. When he recovered,
said:
"Uncle John, that was amazing, please let's go on the bed, I want
you to release your tensions in my bum." We sat down on the carpet; he was
the prettiest boy I had ever seen. We climbed onto the bed, I was terrible
hard and needing a release, and much more after Francis wonderful climax.
"I want you to fuck me, Uncle John. I want you to get a lovely
release as I had."
"Ok, I'll fetch for the vaseline." He wanted to continue, but I did
not like to hurt my little angel, so, in question of seconds, I was back
with the tube of the slipping product. I smeared some on my throbbing cock,
then I put a glob on my forefinger and pushed it into Francis' bum; he
moaned in pleasure. I lay on my back; he straddled me sitting down on his
calves. I brought him to my chest; his dick had not gone entirely flaccid
and was asking for care. He scooted down, raised his butt and slowly
impaled himself on my cock, starting pulling himself up and down on my
dick. I groaned when I felt his guts gripping my cock. He licked and sucked
my nipples and my chest. My hand went to his throbbing dick and I started
stroking it furiously, as my orgasm approached. I was too excited; so, in a
couple of minutes, he tilted his beautiful head back with sweat on his
forehead. This time he did not fell onto the floor, but as I arched my hips
up, we both held our breathing and, at unison, we groaned loudly. He fell
on my chest gasping and breathing heavily, my cock inside his bum. We
remained quiet probably during five minutes; from time to time, I kissed
his hair and rubbed his back.
"I love you Uncle John. Are you satisfied?" He asked me."
"Yes for the moment." He grinned.
"I'll show you something." He moved out from me, my cock near slim
came out from his bum. He went to the nightstand and brought a notebook. It
was an old Diary written by his dad during his youth.
"Francis, we should not read this notebook, it is private, and your
dad will be upset."
"Well, I don't think so. This is the last part and probably not so
interesting as the first one."
"Did you read the first part?"
"No, he gave it to Uncle Jim; probably he'll bring it before he
departs for France. This shows how my grandpa took him and his best friend
Bill to fuck for the first time to a whorehouse."
"It must be interesting. Let's me see it." I could not stop my
curiosity to read that passage of Tomas life. We sat together and started
reading. However, it was clear that we could not understand it without
reading the previous book. I knew if Jim had read it, probably Frankie had
too, so I mentally grabbed all this text in my memory in order to ask
Frankie about it. We were facing each other and Francis said:
"Dad liked a lot to fuck when he was at the school with Bill in the
city; I know it because I heard him telling mom something about. I could
not hear much, only references, but she laughed hearing it. Uncle John, I
am hard again. Can we do something before we sleep?" I looked into those
pools of blue skies; I could not deny him anything; he possessed my
soul. For an answer, I kissed him tenderly again.
"Francis, do you know you are the prettiest boy in the world for
me?" He grinned satisfied and sighed; he really was and angel and I were
mad about him; however, he did not wait me to decide what to do. He started
nibbling my nipples, and then my navel. In a moment, he turned around and I
found his lovely bum and thick dick in front of my nose. I felt how he had
engulfed my dick in his mouth and was sucking it eagerly. Once more, I
opened my lips and took the tip of his cock, dragging back its foreskin
with my tongue and lips. This time we spent several minutes of ecstasies
until the point of not return arrived. I arched my hips and he pushed down
his, he near gagged me. I heard his moan just a couple of seconds before I
received that lovely spasm in my body. When his dick started softening, I
took it off from my mouth, since I was breathing thru my nose and I needed
more air. He slid to his side returning to normal position, face to
face. My god, he was so beautiful...!
"Thank you, Uncle John. I have enjoyed it a lot. It is wonderful to
suck your dick. It is bigger than mine is, and I love it. It is hot and
tender at the same time."
"Let's sleep."
I missed a lot my Frankie. I loved Francis, his sweetness, his hair,
everything of him, however, Frankie was my lover, my best friend, nothing
to compare with. I needed him as much as he needed me; so next day, as soon
as we met at the school I squeezed his hand under our desk, he placed his
palm on my bare thigh and I trembled only with his contact. I noticed how
my dick started to engorge, forming a tent on my short. I could noticed the
same in his; we gazed each other, grinned and understood to get an end of
our contacts; so we took our hands off and our dicks returned to the
original position. When the break came, as usual, we ran to the little
forest, and once in our hide we kissed shortly but passionately, as if a
century had elapsed since the last time we met each other. I could not see
Jim the rest of the week, he probably was learning as much French as he
could.
"I miss you a lot John, I would like to be with you all the
time. You are in my dreams and in my fantasies." I grinned because those
were my thoughts about my beautiful friend.
"I love you Frankie, only to hear you my soul jump in joy. I
shivered when you put your hand on my thigh and my dick got very hard." He
smiled at me and quickly he kissed my lips as we heard the twins and
Francis approaching. We peed and sat down on a flat rock.
"John, I have known a lovely story about our families, I want to
share with you, but alone, so in the next sleepover we can talk about it,
besides something else." He stressed the words grinning naughtily.
"I have read the last part, so we can complete it." I grabbed his
hand and we smiled. "By the way, when are you moving to your new house?" I
asked.
"My dad said probably at the end of next week. It is a pity because
we will have rooms enough for all three of us, Jim, you and me. I had
planned a joint sleepover; however, he is leaving the day after tomorrow
and won't be able to enjoy the new house until he comes on holidays."
Francis heard the last words.
"Uncle Frankie, would you invite me to some sleepovers, too?"
"Of course, I'll do my beautiful nephew." Francis smiled and jabbed
Frankie. We heard the bell calling us to enter into the classroom; yet,
Frankie retained me some seconds and we gave a peck on the lips. We were in
love and took any opportunity to enjoy it. "I would like to go to the farm,
but I want to be with Jim during his last days."
"I understand my sweet friend." He grinned with the new name. "We'll
have all the time to be together. Tomorrow I'll see him to say good bye."
"We'll go to the farm in the new car. He wants to say goodbye to all
the family, so you do not need to see him. On the other hand, tomorrow will
be a special day and I will miss the school. I want to be with him as much
as possible.
"I understand. Thanks for telling me, anyway."
That was the end of that special week for us. As Frankie said the following
day, after lunch, Jim and his family came to the farm. It was a sad
afternoon. We forgot our mutual love and some tears came out when we
hugged. Jim could not stand when he hugged his brother Tomas; he had been
much attached to him during the past three years and was too emotional in
those moments, nevertheless, that finished and they left with their hearts
broken. When I hugged him, he said in my ears.
"John, look after Frankie, he is a good boy and loves you." Tears
dribbled down my cheeks. I could not resist the emotion and ran to my room
to sob quietly. That evening was the last one before Jim's departure. He
did not need to prepare any heavy luggage, only a few clothes since the
school had already prepared all he might need during his stay in France;
only Frank prepared his suitcase for his journey to Orleans. That night
they went early to bed. Both brothers got naked as usual and went under the
covers, face to face. Both were sobbing in silence, they hugged and kissed
tenderly on the lips. Then Frankie said:
"Jim, would you like to make some sex? I am ready and want to please
you as much as possible. I want you to carry all my best in your heart."
Jim tears dribbled down to his own mouth, as he was looking at his brother.
"No Frankie. Tonight I only want to watch your beautiful face; I
want to grab in my mind to the most little point of you, my brother." They
hugged again. Frankie cuddled himself in his brother chest, his bum tight
to his brother now flaccid dick. They were very close. Jim kissed Frankie's
neck and said good nights. He put the lights off and drifted to sleep. He
felt for a long time his brother's tear wetness, as he also got asleep. At
the dawn, he heard Jim gasps and his throbbing dick fucking his thighs; Jim
was dreaming. He placed his legs very tight in order to give his brother as
much pleasure as he could. Jim continued shoving his cock; he felt his
dickhead against his ball sack, it made him hard. Frankie grabbed his own
cock and started stroking it at the same pace than his brother was fucking
his legs. Soon their breaths stopped as Frankie reached his climax and he
felt the warm wetness of his brother's semen between his legs. Jim even got
him closer than before; he kissed his brother on the neck again. Frankie
did not move, still wondering if Jim was asleep or not. He did not want to
get up and disturb his big brother, so with his hand he extended all Jim's
semen along his legs, so no a single drop fell on the sheets.
They got up early, all were sad and in silence, no one wanting to disturb
the others, then their mom said:
"Well boys, this is not a funeral and Jim doesn't go to the war."
She was trying to look stronger than she really was; she had not ever been
separated from any of her children and her heart was suffering that moment
as never before. Frankie also wanted to look stronger, but he knew that in
the moment to hug his brother he would collapse; "if I had John with me it
would have been different"; he thought. They put the luggage in the little
car and left for the rail station. They checked in, and near the boarding
wagon, Jim and his mom hugged tenderly, both trying to remain strong. The
problem arrived when both brothers hugged; Frankie as a little boy could
not resist his tears as his body got in an uncontrollable spasms.
"Please Frankie, I, I, I love you." Frankie said nothing; he kissed
his brother and ran outside the platforms area, near the canteen. He did
not want anybody to see him crying, so he sat down on a marble bench in a
corner of the station garden. Ten minutes later, he felt an arm on his
shoulders.
"Let's go home, son." His mom said. She drove back home, once in
there, Frankie ran to his room and jumped onto the bed. He sobbed in
silence to release his tension, and a few minutes later, he was asleep. His
mom locked the main door and did as her son; she was tired and needed to
rest, now that her elder son and her husband were far from her for the
first time in their lives. She never thought that would have been so
hurtful.
Jim found the love that would mark his life from that point on; he was very
lucky as most of good persons are. However, that is his story that starts
where this chapter ends.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Jim's life is written down separately as "Jim and
Francis". Readers can find this story in the same section of Nifty's
archive. From now on, we will make in this story only references to him;
except when they are together, in that case, paragraphs may be the same in
both stories.
Chapter 21
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Once Jim left us, Frankie was terribly sad, I made all efforts to console
him and his parents, however the letters from Jim filled us with happiness
and life returned near to normal. We helped to move to the new house,
especially Francis and myself, so last week Frank invited the family to a
little feast in the new house. We wanted to spend the night together;
however, we postponed it until they had settled down. Little Francis was
much closed to us and I would have liked he were with us, but Frankie
argued that this was our first sleepover in the new house and he wanted
only me. I will tell how it was. As usually, we met at the little forest. I
loved Frankie more than ever before; and he felt the same about me. I faced
him and instinctively we kissed tenderly.
"I miss you a lot John; I want you to come to my house for a
sleepover tomorrow. Please bring your bike and we will run to everywhere
together. It is a little chilly but is nothing for a strong boy like you."
Frankie said smiling."
"You know I miss you a lot Frankie, I have been dreaming about this
moment that you invited me to your house. I know you have been very sad
because of Jim, but it seems he is happy in the new school."
"I would like to kiss you right now my lovely John, but Francis is
coming. Please help me to console him, the following weekend we'll be all
three together, but this one I want you alone for me."
"What's going on?" Our beautiful blond nephew asked. Then I said:
"Francis, as I have helped to clean the house, Frankie has invited
me for a sleepover in the new house; however, the following one will be
your turn." He looked at us and smiled at both.
"I understand; we cannot be together all three, we would make too
much noise." We laughed the solution provided by our lovely nephew. Then I
added:
"Francis, you may need some help in your home works tonight... you
know?" He understood and grinned slyly.
"Sure I'll need some help. I'll ask grandma to allow me to sleep
with you tonight." We heard the bell ringing to enter in class again. We
ran, and happily sat down for the rest of the day. It was near dark when we
returned to the farm. I had a shower and sat down in the living room in
front of the fire, waiting for my dad to arrive. I heard the door to open
and I rushed there, however it was Francis; he beamed watching me in my
white gown that was open; I was naked but I did not realised it was
open. He ran to the kitchen and kissed mom, asking her permission to sleep
with me to finish his homework. Mom could not deny him anything, like most
of us. He was so beautiful...!
"Does your mom know it?"
"Yes. I have showered and even I brought my pyjama with me."
"Okay, but don't be too noisy, you little rascals. We laughed and
went upstairs. As soon as we entered in my room, he put his note book on
one chair and hanged from my neck, kissing me tenderly."
"I love you Uncle John. I can't love anyone more than to you."
Without letting me answer he again kissed me, slipping his hand to my
crotch and grabbing my erect dick."
"Please, my cute Francis, let's stop, grandpa is coming in a moment
and I like to receive him; besides, we have all night."
"Okay." We wore our pyjamas and went downstairs; a couple of minutes
later my dad arrived. After he showered, we had dinner and sat down on the
large sofa, one on each side of him. We chatted just passing time, them we
decide to go to my room. We said good nights to dad and mom and rushed to
my room. As soon as we entered, I locked the door. Francis knew what we
wanted, so he started to undress; however, I said:
"Francis, stop, don't get undressed." He looked at me in surprise
but I added, "I want to do it myself." He gave me his best smile as I
approached him. I stood in front of him and I could not help but kissing
him passionately. He was so beautiful that I melted in love; I could not
resist the temptation of touching those beautiful lips that made me mad.
"Why I love you so much, my beautiful blond?" He sighed and smiled
at me.
"You are the most wonderful uncle of the world; that is why you love
me." I noticed the tent formed in his pyjama, so I rubbed his erected dick
and he moaned in pleasure. I kneeled in front of him and dragged his
trousers down, popping up his lovely and thick cock; too thick for his
age. He stepped out of them. He was gasping and his body trembled with my
touch. Need not to say what we did; much the same as the last time; though
with some variants. My only goal was to give pleasure to that angel.
"Did you enjoy it, my angel?" For an answer, he reached my neck and
kissed me on the lips.
"Uncle John, that was super, better than anything before."
"Please, unlock the door and let me know your doubts for your work."
He unlocked the door and brought me a notebook.
"I haven't any home work; I just wanted you to read this." I was
shocked. It was the first part of his dad's diary.
"Francis, this is private and it is supposed we should not read it
without his permission."
"I know it, but if my dad gave it to Uncle Jim to read, I feel am
right to do it since I'm his son."
"Well that is a particular opinion that I don't share." I looked at
those pieces of sky that I loved and I could not resist them, besides I
also wanted to read it. "Okay, we'll read it, but you must promise me to
replace it tomorrow before your dad returns, and no one must know we read
it, is it clear? He smiled wickedly.
"Yes, I promise." We started reading the handwriting notebook; soon
we could not resist some tears coming down our cheeks as we read Tomas'
misadventures that he had already explained in previous chapters to his
wife, my sister Rosemary; however, everything changed when we got to the
part where Tomas tells about his sex relationships. We were engulfed
reading and did not noticed how my parents peeked thru the door.
"Good nights, boys. Don't be too late going to bed."
"Thanks dad. Good nights." We continued our reading and I could
notice how Francis rubbed his erected dick as I was doing the same. We
finished the reading. Francis knew what was coming next, so he closed the
door and got naked. I followed him.
"It was fantastic, wasn't it? I love my grandpa Frank; he was very
brave.
"Yes, it is true.
"I would like to make an oath to Mother Nature as my dad did."
"Me too, however we must wait until we expel semen, I'm sure that
Frankie also would do."
"I'll tell you what we can do. When you and Frankie become little
men, we could carry out the ceremony all three together; I will be your
witness. When I become mature, we will again celebrate the ceremony, and
then you both will be my witnesses. Do you agree?"
"Oh yes. We'll tell it to Frankie."
"We also can tell it to the twins."
"Yes; why not? However you cannot tell them where we learn it from."
"We can tell them we read in a history book."
"Good idea. Now keep the book on my nightstand until tomorrow."
Francis took the thick notebook and as he turned, I could observe his
beautiful round butt cheeks; my mouth drooled thinking on him. I got up and
grabbed him from behind, kissing him on his neck, massaging his buttocks
with one hand and his prick with the other. He sighed and smiled.
"You like my butt, don't you?"
"Yes, a lot." In a quick move, he separated from me.
"If you like it you must catch me before." He smiled wickedly, I
jumped to catch him but he started running from one side to other of the
room, our pricks erected and dangling as we ran. Finally, I got him on the
bed and I pinned him down in his tummy. I started licking and kissing him,
my cock now pressing on his crack. When he noticed my cock on his butt, he
stopped moving.
"Please, Uncle John, put your dick on my hole. I like it very much."
I spate some saliva from my drooling mouth, however I knew it was not
enough and I would hurt him if I penetrate him so dry.
"I would love to do it right now, but I don't want to hurt you."
"I don't mind." He turned over and enlarging his arms, he grabbed my
head and started caressing me. We were excited, so I turned around and took
a 69 position. I could not wait anymore. I engulfed his lovely dick and
started sucking him eagerly. He did the same to me as a wild little
kitten. Soon our orgasms hit us at the same time, nevertheless we continue
sucking one another until our cocks lost their rigidity, but still
erected. I returned to my original position and lay near him. He was so
beautiful...! I kissed him gently.
"I love you, my beautiful Angel."
"I love you too, Uncle John. You are so good...! Now that we are a
little bit satiated, let's fuck."
"Okay. How do you prefer it?"
"Well, I like more when we can see each other. I love watching you
when you get the lovely feeling."
"I do like the same." We did it to each other.
I woke up round 9:00 and I got up; I was not lazy and I liked to get up as
soon as I woke. Francis was still asleep; I looked at him happily dreaming
with a lovely smile on his beautiful face. I gave a peck to him on the lips
and I got dressed. After a quick shower, I got down for breakfast, and to
do some of my chores, such as to provide wood for the fireplace and help
mom to clean the living room.
"Is Francis still asleep?" She asked me.
"Yes, he is a heavy sleeper and I didn't want to wake him up; he has
nothing urgent to do today." My dad came and we all three had our breakfast
together. I was anxious waiting for Frankie to come, so I put some music
and started reading comics. It was chilly and overcast outside and I did
not want to go out. The twins surely were still in bed and I did not like
to play with girls. Round 10:30 I saw Frankie approaching, he was early
because I expected him an hour later. My heart jumped with joy; suddenly
the day seemed clear and sunny instead of chilly and cloudy. I rushed to
meet him. As soon as he saw me approaching, he left the bike on the floor
and we hugged very tight. I did not kiss him because I knew everybody was
watching us thru the widows. I whispered in his ear:
"I love you Frankie."
"I love you, too, John. I missed you and I could not wait until
eleven." He picked up his bike with his right hand and gave me his left
one; we walked happily to my house. We entered and he greeted mom and dad;
mom then said:
"I think it is time for Francis to get up. Please boys, go upstairs,
and get the blond gotten up."
"Yes mom." Hand in hand with rushed to my room; but as soon as we
entered, Frankie dragged me to his arms and we kissed, first tenderly and
them passionately.
"I needed this John. I have missed you a lot."
"Me too; Frankie." We kissed again and I noticed how our dicks
started getting hard. "Shall we suck?" Frankie pointed to Francis still
asleep.
"We need to wake him up."
"Okay, lock the door; we'll do him an especial awakening."
"I suppose you had some fun last night, didn't you?"
"Yes we did."
"I want to enjoy his beautiful lips."
"Right, I'll kiss him first and them I'll take care of his dick."
We quickly got naked waist down, except our socks and dragged down the
covers; Francis was hard, probably due to his full bladder. I started
kissing him while Frankie had his cock in his mouth; these two actions
together woke Francis up. He looked at me in surprised, he smiled and said
nothing; I motioned Frankie to trade our positions. He then straddled
Francis, their dicks together grinding. Their lips met and their tongues
swirled inside passionately. I started caressing and kissing Frankie
buttocks running my tongue thru his butt crack. He did not expect this and
moaned in pleasure. Francis reached Frankie hips and pulled him to his
chest until he got Frankie's dick in his mouth. Now Francis cock was
available for me, so I took it into my mouth and started sucking it, at the
same time jerking mine off. Frankie was caressing Francis' hair and soon he
took his head to his crotch as he was near his climax. I noticed how
Francis raised his hips and his dick went inside my mouth, near my
throat. All three were breathing hard, the first to come was Frankie; he
tilted his head back and moaned loudly as he received the best orgasm of
the week. A few seconds later Francis followed him, and I was the last one
to receive the lovely feeling. Frankie was on top of Francis and I lay
near him. When we recovered, we started making ticklish to Francis.
"That was the best wakening up of my life." Francis said after we
stopped ticklish. We laughed happily.
"Come on, Francis; get ready, lazy. We'll wait you in your home." We
got dressed, combed our hair and went down.
"Mom, Francis will be here in a minute." We rushed outside hand in
hand; we went to my sister Rosemary's home. She, as usually received us
with a great hug. She then said:
"Here we are the most beautiful boys of the village." We blushed,
but I said:
"Perhaps in part you are right, but the most beautiful boy in the
whole country is little Francis." Little Joan heard us, he was playing in
the next room, he said:
"What about me, am I ugly? My grandpa says I'm the most beautiful
boy of the world." We laughed. Frankie opened his arms and hugged him,
saying.
"You are right; you are the loveliest angel in the world." Little
Joan grinned satisfied and hugged his uncle Frankie. His dad heard all the
fuss and came to hug us, especially to his brother. In that moment, I could
see how little Francis sneaked behind us to his dad's room to replace his
diary; then he joined us as he just had arrived; no one, except me, noticed
his move.
We spent a lovely day; we rode our bikes thru all farm. After lunch, boys,
girls and some adults played soccer, forming two teams, the twins were the
goalkeepers. Near the sunset, we left the farm to Frankie's new home; we
rode on our bikes thru the village streets and enjoyed being together. When
nightfall came, we entered and left the bikes in the back yard. We had
dinner, washed up all dishes and cleaned the kitchen. We sat on the living
room with Frank; his wife felt tired and soon she went to bed, Frankie then
said to his dad:
"Dad, we know you were a Don Juan before you married mom, we suppose
you had some funny encounters, please tell us some of them; we are old
enough." Frank looked at us, he tussled our hairs saying:
"Now that this is far away I laugh, however in those moments it was
not so funny. I'll show you something." He unbuckled his trousers and
dragged them down so we could see part of his buttocks. "Can you see those
little scars?" Frankie touched his dad hairy butt and showed me.
"Yes, there are many, but one is like a finger nail." He replaced
his trousers, put some wood on the fire and smiled. He started his short
story.
"There was a lovely woman that I knew she liked me. I used to have
my spies amongst the girls that I fucked, and one of them told me about
her. I met her in a girl friend's home, we kissed and caressed each other
and we arranged to meet at her house. She was a married young woman, so I
had to be very careful, however, she told me her husband normally was out
drinking wine all Friday night; she had not children, so we agreed to meet
in two weeks time. As a good military, I went to observe the battlefield
and a possible escape in case of an emergency. Therefore, the agreed day I
knocked the door, she opened and soon we were on her bed fucking as hot
animals. She told me she loved me and that her husband did not fuck her
enough. You are still too young, but in the future, when you get married,
you must learn to satisfy your woman before you leave your home, otherwise
someone else will do it for you." We laughed, but time would demonstrate
how right he was, not only with our wives; but also almost with very
woman. He continued.
"As I was telling you, we fucked and she moaned very loudly when she got
her orgasms; probably a neighbour heard our noise and told her husband. He
caught us in the spot, as we heard her husband pushing the door. "It is my
husband!" She told me. "Shit, what can I do?" "Thru the window", she
said. In seconds, I got my clothes and jumped thru the window. It was
winter and a cold night, nevertheless, for me it was the hottest night of
the year." We laughed again as he continued: "I had prepared the
battlefield, but I did not have any gun, but her husband was a hunter, so
when he saw the window open, before anything, he took his gun and shot
twice before spanking his wife. Fortunately, not a bullet, but ballets
reached my butt. I run as fast as I could until I felt safe. I touched my
backside and I could observe I was bleeding; however, I did not feel any
grave wound, so I got dressed waist up and I walked thru the riverbank all
night. It was near dawn when I reached your farm and asked for help to your
dad and your mom."
"They laughed at lot when I told them what had happened; cured me, but as
soon as the day came, I went to a doctor friend of mine, and he extracted
all ballets from my butt cheeks. I was two weeks without sitting due to the
pain. From that day I banned married women from my agenda." Again we
laughed.
Chapter 22
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We decided it was time for bed, so we kissed Frank and went
upstairs. We entered in Frankie's lovely room, and he locked the
door. Before I could make a further step, he grabbed me from my back and
kissed me. I responded in the same manner. We quickly started undressing
tossing our clothes on a chair; when we were naked we entwined our hands,
looked one another for a few seconds as our pricks were getting hard; soon
we hugged very tight pushing our crotches together. I slid my hand down and
grabbed his erect cock, he moaned as he did the same to me. Our tongues met
inside our mouths. Frankie then said:
"John, I have missed you a lot, all nights I had to jerk off only
thinking on this moment."
"The same as I did. Fortunately I have Francis with me, I love him;
but you are different, Frankie. I love you so deep..." He kissed me again.
"Let's go to the bed, we will be more comfortable." We climbed onto
the bed and again our mouths joined during some minutes. I liked to enjoy
our early sexuality slowly. "I want to suck you, John."
"Me too; I like to feel your lovely dick in my mouth. Let's make it
a 69." Soon we were engaged in a mutual sucking. He was on top of me,
however straddling my head so his weight was not on me. I enlarged my hands
and pushed down his lovely butt and I got his whole dick into my mouth. I
loved the flavour of his clean body. In fact, we mutually enjoyed a lot
having slowly fun together. Some minutes later our first climax of the
night arrived. I arched my hips and he pushed down his, near gagging me. I
felt how his dick engorged as maximum as he pushed it to near my throat. We
stopped breathing and a mute groan came thru our noses. He collapsed on top
of me, his head between my legs, but without leaving my cock until it got
flaccid. He scooted up and lay near me. We gently kissed for a few minutes,
and then we kept silence, only looking at each other and mutually caressing
our bodies. We were two boys in love.
"John, did you notice our niece breasts when we were playing
soccer?"
"Oh, yes; it must be lovely to touch them, they are as little
oranges, I like them; unfortunately we cannot have either hers or somebody
else."
"What's about your other nieces, the older ones?"
"All of them have even more beautiful and bigger tits. They must
taste better than your dick, Frankie." We laughed and I touched Frankie's
dick that was as hard as mine was. "We must fuck a girl as soon as we can,
as Jim did."
"Oh yes, your cock has started to grow with this. However, since we
don't have any pussy available, we must fuck each other or somebody else."
He them took my cock in his hand and started slowly jerking it
off. Stimulated by our hands, our tongues initiated their work. I turned
over him and he turned over me, we rolled from one side to the other,
kissing and sucking our nipples, ears and any part available. We were now
very excited.
"Let's fuck, John. I know that we don't much like to be fucked, but
it is what we have."
"Frankie, there isn't any other butt more beautiful than yours, I
love it, I love to touch and caress it." With this, I started kneading his
lovely white globes and he did the same to mine. "I'll tell what we can
do. We will do again a 69, the first to cum the first to be fucked."
"That's not fair, because I love you more than you love me." He said
with a sly smile. I jumped on top of him and started tickling and kissing
him. He laughed and laughed. As I did not stop, he them said: "Please,
please, stop. Okay, you can fuck me first because I know I'll lose,
anyway." I kissed him, first tenderly and in a minute,
passionately. Frankie separated from me and I could watch his beautiful
dick erected as a rock as he searched in a box in his wardrobe. He came
with a device like a pear, made from rubber with a fine tube at the
end. Parents use it for oedemas on the children. It surprised me.
"What's that for?" I asked.
"With this we'll lube our arses without any problem, using olive
oil." Al of a sudden he stopped; placed his hands round my face cheeks and
kissed me softly; then with the back of his hand rubbed gently my face
kissed my hair tuft. Then he added, "John I like fucking someone but I
enjoy more caressing you. After all, we have already made sex. Let's be
quiet as long as we wish." I understood him, because he was expressing what
I had in my mind. Sex was something added, but love came from our souls.
"I think you are right, Frankie. I was thinking the same." He
smiled. We lay on the bed, our legs crossed, our crotches stacked. Our
bodies melted as one. We started caressing each other tenderly, kissing,
without saying anything. After about ten minutes, Frankie ruffled my hair
saying:
"John, I love your tuft." He kissed it; then he continued. "I love
your forehead; your lovely eyes; your beautiful freckles." Whenever he
mentioned a part of my body, he kissed it. His caresses started affecting
my dick that started getting very hard as he continued: "Your lovely snub
nose." I thought he would continue with my mouth, but he skipped it. As he
smiled, I noticed he also was hard and I started gasping. "Your chin; your
erected nipples." He kissed and sucked one after the other. Then he
returned to my face. "However, what I more love is your red and thick
lips." Saying this he put his lips on mine and we kissed desperately; our
crotches grinding; I felt how a new climax was building deep inside my
loins, so gasping I said.
"Frankie, I'll cum in a minute if we continue like this." Then he
tenderly separated from me. He went on top of me and I felt his hardness
against mine. We started grinding our crotches and in a couple of minutes,
we were gasping. Soon I felt a lovely and sweet feeling coming to my
dick. I noticed how he tensed and we stopped breathing. Soon we groaned in
ecstasies as we reached our dry orgasms. We remained quiet for a few
minutes meanwhile we were recovering from our climaxes. "For me, you are
the most wonderful boy I ever watched."
"If you say I'm beautiful probably it is true, but you, John, are
the handsomest boy in the Earth." Beauty can change with the time, but you
will always be handsome, John." He kissed me tenderly and I responded him
in the same manner. "John, our dads are not beautiful now, their beauty
went away with the time; but they are very handsome men. They still love
each other as they used to do when they were children, as we are now. That
what I want from you, my lover."
"I'll never stop loving you Frankie; we'll grow up, and I presume
we'll much like to have sex with girls than doing to each other, like now;
however, I'll still love you and kiss you." I said that with all my heart
and he understood it because he kissed me as tender as I had never seen in
his eyes before.
"John, you'll never know how much I love you." He barely could
speak. "I want to enjoy and last this moment as long as possible." He was
so pretty...
"I love you; too Frankie and I'll love your forever." He smiled and
returned my kiss. Then we decide to sleep. I managed to grab the bed covers
over our naked bodies; half a minute later, we were hard asleep.
We were not lazy boys; we used to get up early to do our chores and to go
to school, however due to our sexual interactions and the warmth of being
together in the same bed, our sleep lasted ten hours; it was 9:00 when I
woke up. My dick was hard due to my bladder full of pee; I got out of the
bed and went to urinate. Silence was absolute in the house; Frankie's
parents used to stay in bed late on Sundays, however it was not normal than
my friend still were asleep. I returned happily once my bladder was empty
and I could watch Frankie's beauty. His large and curved eyelashes, his
still rounded face, thick red lips... He truly was a beautiful boy, and I
had a crutch on him. He was now sleeping on his back and I could observe
the tent formed by his erected cock. Mine started to get hard, so I dragged
the covers until I discovered that lovely pole.
I kneeled beside him; wrapped my hand round his dick, and I could not help
but to put it into my mouth. I started slowly sucking it, still the lovely
salty cum flavour on his head; however mine was hard, but before I got my
left hand on it to jack off myself, I notice how two strong arms grabbed me
from my waist, pulling my crotch on top of his face. Soon I felt how
Frankie sucked me eagerly as I did to him. We did not talk, but a few
minutes later, we were moaning in pleasure, speeding up our sucking until
that joyful morning feeling stroke him, and half a minute later, to me. I
rested my head on his right loin and continued sucking him until his dick
was near flaccid; mine, of course, was lifeless.
"Good morning John. It is a lovely way of wakening up." In returned
to his side and caressed him tenderly.
"Good morning, Frankie." I continued caressing him.
"I must make pee and have some breakfast. Aren't you hungry?"
"Yes, I am."
"Okay, I'll pee, and then we'll make the bed and go downstairs for
breakfast." Still stark naked we made the bed and dashed to the kitchen
with our pyjamas on hand.
"Can we stay naked?
"There is not any problem; however, it is still chilly." He took a
large pot full of milk and placed it on the fire to heat, while we had a
quick shower and combed our hair in the bathroom. He took a large piece of
bread and made some slices that put on the fire; once they were roasted, we
had two large bowls of milk with toasts. "Would you like butter or oil? He
asked me.
"Oil, please." He slyly smiled saying:
"You are too fond of oil." We laughed as we reeled back our mutual
sex activities. We finished our huge breakfast after repeating toasts and
milk; then he prepared two trays with bowls. An hour later, we heard noise
upstairs, so he made fresh toasts and hot milk with coffee; we put on our
pyjamas and carried one tray each. He knocked on his parents' door.
"Come in, waiters!" It was Frank's voice. We entered, I placed my
tray near him, and Frankie did to his mom. We greeted and kissed them. "Did
you have a good night?" We blushed, because we understood he knew what our
relationship was. He winked an eye to us. "I see you did." Again, we
blushed and grinned. Then Frankie in a whisper asked his dad:
"Dad, can we remain naked while we do our tasks?"
"There is not any problem, however, you must keep an eye on your
mother she doesn't see you; she's a little bit old..." I saw Frankie
smiling."
"Let's go John; we have a lot to do." We dashed away, and as soon as
we were in the stairs, we got naked and happy. We washed up all kitchen
dirty appliances; then we distributed the tasks: I swept and he cleaned;
when we crossed each other I gave a whack on Frankie's lovely bum, he did
the same to me; we laughed every moment we did. We had a good time cleaning
so that we did not feel the time we spent on our work. We finished and
Frankie went upstairs. He knocked on the door and Frank answered:
"Yes, Frankie." Frankie without opening the door said:
"Dad, we have finished our tasks; can we go out?"
"Of course you can. Which are your plans, boys?"
"Well, we will take the bikes, have a ride in the village, and then
we'll go to the farm. John asked me to lunch in there, I'll return before
nightfall."
"That's look okay and fair; please tell your godfather that we'll
have coffee with them this afternoon."
"Okay Frank, my dad will be very happy to know it." Frankie gave me
a nice squeeze on my butt cheeks that made me to sigh.
"We'll see you later." With that, we entered in Frankie's room, got
dressed, and took the bikes. In a few minutes, we were riding along the
village streets. When people started coming out from the church after the
Sunday mass, we were just outside watching all the girls and boys coming
out. Frankie pointed out to two girls, one blonde-haired, and another with
brown hair and lovely large eyes. We were popular amongst girls because our
bikes and Frankie's cute face; he attracted them as flies do the honey. The
blonde-haired came to me; she seemed was not shy at all. Both were of our
age, however, as it is normal in Spain, an eleven y/o girl had now little
sprouts coming out her chest and these two were not an exception; little
mandarins seemed to be under their cardigans. Then she said:
"Hi boys, you have beautiful bikes." Frankie looked at them:
"You are more beautiful than the bikes." The blonde girl blushed and
looking at me, she said:
"Can you give us a ride?"
"Of course, we can. Where do you want to go?"
"Let's walk." The blond girl said, as she continued: "I don't want
anyone going to tell my mom that I'm with a boy on his bike." We walked
until all people were off sight; then the girl sat on the bar of my bike,
and the other girl on Frankie's. I felt her near yellow hair on my face and
her smooth cheeks near mine, her right ear near my mouth. I could see her
little breasts pushing her yellow cardigan; trying to observe them closely,
my cheeks touched hers; she blushed and moved out a little her face. Then
she said:
"John, you are too close."
"I like you, Helen, and I would like to be nearer you, not only on
the bike. She said nothing but grinned, and then I kissed her pink cheek. I
noticed how she moved on the bar, she was trying to tell me something, but
my lips were near her cheek. She turned her head and my lips touched hers,
giving her a quick kiss. I noticed how she blushed and her arms trembled.
After a few minutes of silence, she said:
"Please John, stop here; I don't want my mom to see me on a bike
with a boy." She was not upset at all. I stopped and she off loaded
herself, as the other girl did the same, then I asked her:
"Helen, can we see you next Sunday?" She stared at me, as I dared to
touch her hand; she did not move but got red again.
"I don't know, you come, but not with the bikes." Then the two girls
ran away leaving us standing there. We rode again and started pedalling to
the farm; when we were near the main gate, I asked Frankie:
"What did you do?
"I kissed her on her neck, she laughed and liked it. And you?"
"I kissed her twice, one quick on the lips... She has lovely
sparking brown eyes in spite of being blond, however not as blond as our
niece Nuria."
"I didn't see you kissing her."
"You were too engaged with your girl. Did you notice their little
sprouts?"
"Oh yes! It must be marvellous to touch them, she had so a smooth
skin... It is more or less as yours, John." I looked at his face and placed
his hand on mine.
"I know, but yours is still smoother; the difference is that their
skin will continue like that forever; ours will become different within a
few years."
"Never mind, I'll continue loving you." I looked at him and I did
not kiss him because we were now near my house and mom was waving us. We
spent the rest of the morning together with Francis and the twins. Little
Joan joined us and ran to Frankie's arms. We had lunch in my house with all
the family together as every Sunday. Round 4:00 came Frankie's parents; my
dad hugged his friend and after they had coffee went for a walk to the
barn. I winked Frankie and we dashed away from the rest of the children. We
ran, entering in the barn; we hided just in time as they entered. We could
see how my dad kissed his friend tenderly on the lips, they hugged, and
Frank said:
"Michael, I think history is being repeated."
"Yes, I have noticed that. I am proud of Frankie and John and they
are following the same steps as we did a very long time ago. Then I told
you I would love you forever and still, when I see you, my heart jump with
joy."
"Yes, it is true, my friend. Let's come back to the house." They put
their arms on their shoulders and exited the barn. I felt terribly happy; I
stared at Frankie and impulsively we hugged and kissed for a long time. Our
dicks were hard, so I dragged his shorts down and I started sucking him; he
did the same to me. Some minutes later, we walked to the house with our
arms over our shoulders as our dads had done.
Chapter 23
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How was our life in the farm and school? Well, we missed a lot Jim, but we
soon were used to his absence. His every week letter made all of us happy,
but one of them was special, the one he wrote from Paris describing us
about the tart. It was round noon and I sat down hearing one of the new
"zarzuela" that my dad had bought for me, he liked me introducing into the
classical music, and he was getting into it because I loved it. I heard
Frankie bike as he always used to ring it when he entered thru the main
gate. I jumped in joy because I did not expect him until the afternoon. He
left the bike outside and entered, he looked at me and round us, and I knew
what was looking at:
"Don't worry; she is in the back yard feeding the animals." He took
me in his arms and kissed me passionately, I could notice his hard dick
tenting his shorts.
"Come on; let's go to your room." I stopped him very excited.
"You should greet mom before..."
"Yes, you are right." He left and went to the back yard. In two
minutes, he was back and taking my hand, he insisted: "Come on, let's go
upstairs." I obeyed intrigued and as soon as we crossed the door, he locked
it. He pushed me onto the bed, dragged my shorts and underwear to my
calves, and started eagerly sucking my dick. With his left hand, he had
unzipped his fly and was masturbating his rigid dick. I started moaning in
pleasure because I liked his sucking more than anything; however, I still
was curious why he was so excited.
"What's up Frankie? You are so lovely excited..." He stopped
sucking me, kissed me again a peck, and extracting a letter from his
pocket, said:
"It is from Jim, please read the second sheet, later you can read
the rest. I have beaten my meat three times since I read it, and now I need
again a good release that I only get from you." He continued sucking me and
as I read the page with the tart description, I was even harder than he
was. I took off all my clothes and he did the same. We looked like wild and
mad animals; a couple of minutes later we were moaning loudly, our bodies
tensed and we enjoyed once more lovely orgasms. However, as I finished
reading the letter, again we were even harder than before. In summary, Jim
described:
""We had ordered a tart for four and Françoise didn't know which
my idea was, so he said: "I suppose you have an idea for the tart, if not,
I have one." I smiled and answered him. "Yes, I have. Let us go to the
main bathroom into the round tub. I took a knife and made two halves and
laughing I took the tart to the bathroom followed by Françoise that
still did not exactly know what I wanted to do. Thinking what was next, our
dicks got hard and they were drooling precum; once in the large tub I said,
"I like tart a lot, however I like you best; I would like to eat you in a
bite." I kissed Françoise passionately and continued: "I'll spread the
tart over you and I'll eat it by licking from your body, the last bite, as
it is the best, will be that on your dick; you can do the same on me."
Françoise grinned satisfied and said that was his idea, too. "Who will
start?" He asked. "Both at the same time; until the pie is stick to our
bodies." We laughed because we guessed the fun that would be involved in
the play. We started spreading the tart on each other until our bodies were
covered by white cream. We looked at each other on the large mirror and
laughed making grimaces and motions as if we were ghosts. We ran along the
room one after the other laughing until we returned into the large
bathtub. I took Françoise to the floor as we started licking and sucking
each other everywhere, face, nipples, neck, butt... We rolled one on top of
the other until we could not stop. Our contacts developed into frenzy need
to ejaculate our inner cream. We got into a 69 position, eagerly, took each
other balls inside our mouths, and finally the glorious moments when we
took each other cock to suck it as the last bite. After near an hour having
fun, only a couple of minutes took us to explode with our climax, with a
long scream as we started spurting our seeds inside each other's mouth. We
were breathing like mad to recover our strength after such an exercise,
remaining for more than ten minutes lying on our positions. I moved and lay
near Françoise, kissing him tenderly.""
"Please, John, fuck me without any lubricant, my dick is near
sore." I did not argue, I raised his legs to my shoulders and my dick
entered in his lovely butt. I fucked him hard and when I was near, we
traded positions, and he fucked me, at the same time he jacked my dick.
Several minutes later we were done; gasping and breathing heavily. We
kissed each other tenderly as we lay on the bed.
"You will never know how much I love you." I stared at my beautiful
friend's face and kissed him on the lips.
"I know it Frankie, because that's the same as I love you." Our
dicks got flaccid. Only together, we could get rid of our sexual
tensions. "Let's dress. I suppose you will sleep here tonight."
"Yes, I asked mom and dad, and they consented on it."
"Jim and Françoise have spent a whole weekend alone in a luxury
hotel in Paris; have walked thru the luxury city hand in hand and had lunch
in the Eiffel's Tower; even they met a couple of school pals, also in
love...What a wonderful time!" Frankie paused for moment thinking on his
brother. "What can we do to enjoy like they did in Paris? My dick gets hard
only thinking about that."
"Well, we don't have a tart here and a bathroom near. However, let
me think about it. Perhaps we can use a different material. "What about
marmalade? My sister Rosemary did a lot of strawberry, if we pinch some,
sure she wouldn't notice it, however, we had to involve Francis in it."
"Why not? I'm sure he will enjoy it a lot."
"Then, let's make plans for the next sleepover, the three
together. Only thinking about it I'm hard again." We started kissing and
soon we were on the carpet sucking each other until a new dry orgasm hit
our young bodies. Happier than ever, we arranged our clothes and went
downstairs. That night was one of the special ones, my parents had told me
that they were going to pay a visit to some friends together with Frankie's
parents, they would go round 7:00 and be back three hours later, so we had
this time for us without any caring of someone disturbing us. We went to
fetch little Francis and the twins; some girls also joined us. We played
along the afternoon, especially with Nuria, Francis' elder sister; she was
more of an independent girl that did not mind what her cousins could tell
about her; secretly they called her "macho". Something like tomboy, because
she behaved more like a boy than a girl did. She was the prettiest of all
in the farm and she knew it. Every time she had an opportunity, would pose
in order we could appreciate her lovely bosom. Frankie and I looked at her
breasts as our mouths watered and our dick grew hard. Many boys in the
village were mad about her. Round 6:00 pm we were tired and dirty; we had a
quick shower and an early dinner; mom told us she would leave in the
kitchen a large jug of milk and some cakes, as she was sure we would be
hungry before we went to sleep. When they were ready to leave, Francis came
in.
"I'll accompany Frankie and John." He had recently started to call
us by our names without adding the word uncle. "I have asked mom and she
has told me to be back before 9:00 pm. I have had my dinner."
"Okay." Mom said. "But be good boys." As soon as we heard the
little pickup leaving, we shut the door and went into my room. Francis
started closing the door:
"Leave it open, so we can hear anybody entering in the house."
"What shall we do?" Little Francis asked. I launched myself into
Frankie arms and started kissing him passionately. Francis wanted to
participate, so he got naked and started undressing us while we were
kissing, now on the bed. He knew everything about us, so he went to the
night stand and brought a little bottle with olive oil, he smeared some on
his erected dick, parted my butt cheeks and without any previous warning,
he pushed his dick into my hole. I moaned because I felt a little
discomfort but he was so hot that he did not notice anything.
"Hold a second, Francis." He reluctantly went out of me; I motioned
Frankie to get a 69 position with me on top. Little Francis smiled, and as
soon as I engulfed Frankie's dick in my mouth and he mine, Frankie returned
to his task. We had done nothing since the morning and our young bodies
were ready for good sexual activity until our cocks got sore. Francis
jammed me and we sucked each other; a couple of minutes later we were
moaning loudly in pleasure. I was the first one to come, since I was
stimulated on both sides; but soon I heard Francis screaming and thrusting
me very quick until he gave a final thrust and fell on top of me breathing
heavily. In the same moment, my beautiful Frankie raised his hips and
pushed my head on his crotch; his moan was not so loud because he still had
my dick in his mouth. All three fell on our sides. Frankie and I cuddled
Francis still with his little dick inside my butt. Soon we broke our heap
and lay on our backs, all dicks erected pointing near to the ceiling. As I
was in the middle, I shared kisses from both sides.
"What's next?" Francis asked.
"Are you in a hurry? Frankie asked.
"No with my beautiful uncles near me, but I would like to fuck you
after John. Today is my day."
"But you'll pay back us, be sure of that." We smiled as he said:
"My butt and my mouth are ready; and my dick, too." We again
laughed. "Before I fuck you Frankie, I'll suck your lovely dicks together."
We looked at each other amazed.
"Together? You have only one mouth."
"Yes I know, but your dicks still are very thin and I can cope with
both at the same time." Without getting an answer, he said, "Place
yourselves in front of each other, as if you were to hug, but sat." As we
did, he continued: "Approach each other until your crotches are together.
Now lay on your back and cross you legs." As we did, our dicks were
touching and our balls stick together. With his right hand, he gripped our
foreskins down, opened his mouth, and engulfed both dicks at the same time
into his mouth. We were astonished; he then placed each hand on one ball
sack and started fondling them, at the same time he sucked our meats
eagerly. We could not do anything but to enjoy our blowjob as never
before. I watched his blond long hair touching our loins as our pleasure
rose, and rose until we could not bear his tongue. Near at the same time
we raised our hips and groaned loudly as we reached our climaxes. We lay
quiet and he continued sucking; when he knew we were well done, he left our
dicks and went to kiss us. "What do you think now?"
"You little evil!" I attracted my cute nephew to me and I started
making ticklish to him. Frankie did the same.
"Now is your turn to make me happy. I need a quick release."
"Hold a minute until we recover." Frankie said. We lay on the bed
just fondling and caressing each other. Suddenly something came to my
mind. "Let's go downstairs to the bathroom."
"Downstairs? What's for?" Francis asked." I winked Frankie and he
knew I had something, so he did not argue. All three naked went into the
large bathroom. "I'll be here in one minute." I went to the fireplace and
added some logs on the fire, so that the house continued being warm. Then,
I entered in the kitchen, and with a stool, I reached a large port of
strawberry marmalade made by mom during the summer, I knew Frankie loved
that. They were kissing each other and hot. I took with my hand some
marmalade and started spreading it on Francis crotch, belly, dick, neck,
butt and upper thighs. He giggled at my touch guessing more or less, what
was next. "Let's lick all the marmalade from his body. You Francis, cannot
touch yourself, we will do everything. Let's go ahead, Frankie!"
"Okay, you do on the roof and I'll do on the foundations." We
smiled and immediately I started licking his neck, sucking his earlobes,
then his beautiful face, his nose, his cheeks and his chin. Then I went to
his mouth at the same time Frankie was sticking his tongue in his butt
crack; I shared with him the sweet nectar that he loved, too. I could not
stop sucking his tongue but I knew I had to continue. He reluctantly let me
go; he was moaning and giggling when I flicked my tongue into his lovely
smooth armpits. I continued down and I took one of his erected nipples in
my lips, sucking it and rubbing with the tip of my tongue; at the same
time, Frankie was licking and sucking his lovely rounded butt cheeks. I
noticed how excited he was as he breathed and moaned heavily, squirming his
body at every touch.
"I need to jack off, I can't stand." He said in his pitchy voice.
"No, you can't, we can stop if you want."
"No, no, please, don't stop." Then Frankie put his tongue in his
butt hole, he screamed in delight and could not help but he pushed his dick
against my chest as he reached his climax.
"Oh! please, please... hold a minute, my knees cannot support me, I
must sit down." However, we did not want him to sit down; we wanted him
standing. Frankie from behind started licking his inner smooth thighs and
he instinctively, arched his legs to give him a better access. I reached
his ball sack and licked his balls, removing any marmalade still in there;
his ball sack wrinkled, then I engulfed his beautiful dick into my mouth as
Frankie returned to his butt hole. He could not bear so much teasing on
his body as he was to fall down; he then put his hands on my head as a
support and started fucking my face in wild motions. A couple of minutes
later, he pushed hard with a loud groan and fell down. We held him round
his thighs, he was near to faint when received that tremendous climax. He
was gasping and breathing a lot; we then placed him into the tub
giggling. We were very hard and hot; however, we had reached our goal and
he was completed.
"How was it, Francis?" My nephew could hardly answer.
"Oh John! I never thought it was as good. Where did you get that
idea?"
"Jim told us; but instead of marmalade they used a tart, can you
imagine? I looked at Frankie and without a single word; we hugged as
mad. Soon we were on the floor in a 69 position sucking each other, until a
wonderful climax hit us. When we recovered, we caressed tenderly our nephew
and started showering him, taking care not to wet his hair. Every time our
faces touched, he kissed us on where he could. We dried him up; and as it
was near ten, he dressed and got ready to leave.
"I'll see you tomorrow. I would like to be with you the whole
night, but..."
"Aren't you satisfied?" He giggled and said:
"Yes, I am. My dick is flaccid now." He left, we heard him running
to his house. Hand in hand, we went to the kitchen, I returned the
marmalade to its place, however the pot was middle now. We sat down and
started to eat the cakes and two large glasses of milk. We finished and
have a nice belch laughing. After brushing our teeth, we went to bed. We
lay facing each other caressing and petting tenderly.
"I like you John; I like that beautiful tuft, your dick, your face;
every part of you." I rubbed his face with the back of my hand. I loved
this.
"Frankie, you are probably the cutest boy of the village, and
sometimes I fear that you wouldn't love me anymore, and I become so sad
that I cannot stop thinking about you. I know it silly, butt..." He then
kissed me on the lips.
"I'll never stop loving you, John. Sometimes I have that dream,
too; but when I watch you so glad and content my heart cheers up again."
With all those talks and petting, our dicks were hard again and rubbing on
each other crotch. We started slowly rubbing then closer, enjoying our
love, without being hurry at all. It took us probably half an hour,
fondling and exploring, until that led to what it was normal between two
lovers, to a lovely and hot orgasm. We remained for a few minutes gasping
until we relaxed. I dragged the covers and we cuddle underneath. We both
used to sleep on our right side, so I hugged him from behind as two
teaspoons; my flaccid dick against his butt. In a few minutes, we were hard
asleep. Dad came an hour later, and as he saw our door open, he stared us
and closed the door again.
"How are the boys?" Mom asked.
"Asleep; as two angels."
"They are angels, aren't they?"
"Yes, they are. But you are my lady and I want to show you my..."
She laughed, went into their room and locked the door. At 9:00 Francis came
to my house, mom had already got up.
"Good mornings, grandma"
"Good mornings, my son."
"Are John and Frankie still sleeping?"
"Yes, they are. What do you want?"
"Well, they said we will play this morning, so I would like to get
them up. Can I go upstairs?"
"Yes. Please don't be too noisy, grandpa went to bed only a few
hours ago and he's still asleep."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be quiet and tell them too." He careful came
up and entered in my room; I heard the door open. He went to my nightstand
and grabbed the little bottle of olive oil we had used the previous
night. He entered in the bathroom and closed the door; he got naked waist
down, raised his legs and laid them on the tub border. He placed the little
bottle on his butt hole and dropped some of the content helping to enter it
into his butt with his middle finger. He was hard and moaned in
pleasure. He thought in that moment to jack off his dick, but he rejected
the idea. Some oil came to his ball sack and cock, and some under his butt
crack to the floor. With his fingers, he smeared some on his erect dick,
dragging his foreskin up and down a few times, until it was duly greased,
but not dripping. He took some toilet paper and cleaned himself and the
floor. Semi naked he entered in my room, I smiled thinking about next. He
locked the door, went to the bed headboard and introduced his legs between
Frankie and me. Quietly I said:
"Good morning." He did not respond but went under the covers,
sandwiched between us, his but pressing my erect dick and crotch, and his
cock in Frankie crack. As I knew his intentions I grabbed his hips and
pressed forward, my dick entered his greasy butt smoothly. We sighed
slowly with our first pleasure. He did the same I had done, Frankie feeling
his butt screwed, woke up and pressed back, so I was fucking Francis and he
was fucking Frankie; he put his left hand over Frankie hips and started
jacking him off slowly. We were enjoying our mutual sex interaction. Soon
we were gasping and moaning; Francis reached first his climax with a hard
thrust into Frankie, gripping my cock in his butt; that caused me to come
in an ecstasy as my orgasm hit me. When Frankie felt we were recovering, he
turned over himself.
"Francis, please, turnover facing John." He quickly did and
immediately Frankie parted his smooth butt cheeks shoving his hard cock
into him. Only a few thrusts were necessary; he came as he reached his
orgasm with gasps and moans. We remained quietly cuddled; it was so warm,
so beautiful. We started fondling all three in a heap without making any
sound, just the noise of our gasps. Half an hour later, we were again hard,
and Frankie inside Francis. Then I said:
"Do you want to fuck me, Francis?"
"No, I prefer to have you in front of me." We hugged, our dicks
fucking our bellies and his beautiful face on my shoulder, very slow he
said:
"I love you, John." I did not say anything but we continued our
fucking. This time he was the first to come followed by both of us at
unison with gasps of pleasure. We remained for fifteen minutes in a quiet
pack. Then Frankie said:
"Let's get up, I'm hungry and besides the girls and little Joan
told us yesterday to play together. We jumped from the bed and all rushed
into the bathroom. We washed ourselves and cleaned any possible trace of
the oil; dressed and went downstairs. We went to the kitchen, and after
greeting mom, Frankie started preparing toasts and all three had
breakfast. Mom reached the marmalade and she murmured:
"I would say that this pot was near full..."
Chapter 24
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We looked at each other, grinned and continued eating the toasts. Frankie
went to greet his brother Tomas, and afterward we joined the girls and boys
and started playing hide. I was very close to Nuria, little Joan, and of
course, Francis, far from the other cousins, specially Maria, Manuel's
elder sister; she was now near a woman but even so, she was reserved and
didn't like to play with us, she was more sort of as mom. We formed pairs
and I was with Nuria. I led her round the main building, but once there, we
turned back on the opposite direction and ran to the barn; we went upstairs
and hided in a little cave made with straw bales that we had used to hide
when we wanted to jack off together; that was a warm place. We sat down
together facing each other, our knees touching. I had never looked at my
niece like now; she truly was beautiful, she had blue eyes and straw yellow
hair; her cheeks were red due to the cold weather, the same as her lips
near open; my dick started to get hard. We remained in silence for a couple
of minutes, and then she suddenly said:
"John, are you a man?" That took me aback because I did not expect
that question.
"Sure I am. I have one penis and two balls." She blushed and smiled
as she glanced at me.
"No, I mean..." I knew what she wanted to know, so I helped her.
"You mean, if I shoot..." Then was my turn to blush.
"Yes. You know, I am a woman since a couple of moths ago. I suppose
you know what I mean; I am over 12 now, almost 13 y/o.
"Yes I know it." I paused. "No, I'm not mature enough yet. Jim told
Frankie and me, that we still must wait until we are round 12 and a half
y/o; so more than one year ahead. I noticed she was excited and her
hormones boiling up in her body, she looked at me and said:
"Do you know that you are very handsome? Yu might not be as
gorgeous as Frankie, but you are handsomer than him." Finishing her words,
she took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. She was inexperienced on
kissing, but her lips were so soft, so sweet, and her face so beautiful
than I could not help. I took her head and I kissed her back. This time I
parted her teeth; she was reluctant to open her mouth, however she was very
excited. When my tongue touched hers, she squirmed in delight and started
gasping. My dick was harder than ever and tenting my trousers; she was
wearing a woollen skirt, and as we were sat, I reached half of her
thighs. I put my right hand on her left leg and rubbed it, she
instinctively moved her hand looking for something; I held it and put on
the tent formed by my cock. It was so good that we forgot everything about
any care; anyone could have caught us. I pushed her forward on the soft
straw without leaving our kissing; she was now eagerly exploring my mouth
and rubbing my erected dick.
I wanted to fuck her, but our orgasms arrived quickly before I could drag
down my trousers. She and I moaned loudly as I pushed my dick against her;
my hand had reached her panties and I noticed her wetness in there. I had
heard a second muffled moan, but I thought she had done it. We were
recovering our breathing but I wanted to continue, so I slid my hand under
her skirt and I tried to grab her panties down; when she felt my hand in
there, she trembled but suddenly she stood.
"No John, this is not the place, anyone could see us; besides it is
still dangerous." I stood and we arranged our clothes, my dick still
tenting my trousers.
"Why is it dangerous?" She grinned at me.
"Well... not exactly, because you told me you still don't shoot."
"Of course, I'm too young. If you want I can demonstrate it."
"No; you don't need it, besides they must be looking for us. In any
case, it has been amazing. Who taught you to kiss like that?"
"Sorry, I should not disclose him, but he never told me to keep it
secret. It was Jim."
"I know he is a good teacher." We laughed. "However he should be
careful with other girls. You know, a friend of mine near had a baby."
"Near! What do you mean with near?"
"Well, she is now 13 and started doing it with her boyfriend when
they were 11 y/o. When she was 12 she started bleeding, she became a
woman, but since his boyfriend didn't shoot anything yet, they
continued..."
"Fucking." I pointed out.
"Yes. However, a few months later she became sick, so her mom took
her to the doctor and he confirmed to her mom she was expecting a baby in
seven moths. Her mom told her father and she told me it was terrible. Her
father near killed her; he spanked the girl so terribly that she must go to
the hospital bleeding abundantly; she had a miscarriage and lost the baby.
"That's a fucking brutality and cruelty; he should have been
jailed."
"Well, she told me that her mom stopped it. From that day no one
speaks to her father at home, but a few days ago she told me she would
forgive him if he asked for it..."
"She is a silly girl..."
"Not so silly; anyway; she should have been more
careful. Fortunately no one knows about it, even her boyfriend;
nevertheless she stopped going to the cottage with him and the fucking
ended."
"Did she tell you how she felt in the cottage?" She smiled at me
when we were near arriving to the main building where the rest of the boys
and girls were.
"Yes, but I won't tell you." In that moment, Frankie came thru a
corner saying:
"Hand up! You are defeated." We lost the play. Frankie put his arm
round my shoulder and took me aside:
"John, I have my dick sore. I heard you what you both did
together. I had to bury in a heap of straw..." I interrupted him.
"Sure you hided, but you must be very careful with your moans." We
laughed and ran to meet the rest.
Christmas was approaching; I can remember that time as the happiest of my
life. We, Frankie and I, continued our life routine, however things had
changed a lot since Jim had gone. Our families knew we loved each other and
could not fight against that fact, on contrary, Frank said that Frankie
would miss his brother less if he was more closed to me; so they left us to
spend our weekends as we wanted; whenever home works were done and school
qualification maintained.
Alternatively, we set up sleepovers in his home and in the farm. We were so
in love that we never were fed up looking to each other. Normally on
Saturday, as soon as school finished, we played until dinnertime, we made
our home works and went to bed. We were children in love and sometimes sex
was part of it, but not most of the time, as it seems from the previous
pages. We spent long hours in bed facing each other on the pillow and
chatting about everything; from time to time we fondled each other or
kissed; but that was love and we enjoyed it very much. Of course, many
times, our petting led to our passion and we had sex until we were
satisfied.
On Sundays, we pedalled to meet the girls; we exchanged hidden quick kisses
and laughed together. The girls looked very excited and happy with us. I
think we were subject of some gossips from the other girls and boys.
The works for the new school had started at the beginning of November; a
legion of builders, carpenters, smiths, etc. started working. Money called
money, and as these persons started spending their wages, new shops opened
and our school classes filled with new girls and boys.
Mr. Hermann and Frank chose good professionals that had been fighting in
the Republic's side and had not any problem regarding their behaviour
during the past conflict, or had already met their sentences. Normally
these persons were subject of refusals when were trying to find a job to
feed their children in the Franco's dictatorship. Mr. Hermann bought all
abandoned or inhabited houses in the village, and gave them to his workers
under the condition they would restore them. They would live in them for
fifty years as their property; then the houses would return to the
Foundation's ownership. Married couple with children had preference.
An accident also helped in these circumstances. A peasant and his mule died
when they stepped on a fallen high voltage line. The Mayor, formerly a
Mr. Hermann's boy, close friend of Frank and a good man, promised himself
nobody would die again in a similar accident in our village; he would get
rid of all aerial electrical, telephone, etc lines. With Tomas' technical
advice, he negotiated with the Electric supplier to build large
subterranean tunnels along the main streets, where two persons could walk;
and ditches with smaller tubes in the short streets. Once these were
finished, Tomas' company would dismantle all current lines and build new
installations in the tunnels; thus our village would be the first in Spain
with this modern installations; besides, this would be the best draining
system, preventing possible floods and carrying all sewages to the near
river. Thus, the village was as ant-nest of activity.
However, still there were many persons in need; mostly peasants that had
not the necessary skill. Now they understood Mr. Hermann's idea of building
that school, which would provide their children with the professional
qualifications they would need in the future that they lacked.
On the beginning of December of that year, a flu epidemic spread over our
country; many old and weak people died, including a few young
children. Since a virus caused it, there was not possibility of stopping
it. The sanitary authorities recommended remaining in bed, drinking juices,
and taking aspirins or some measures to lessen the temperature. In the most
severe cases, it started on rising temperature during the first day, three
more days with high fever and pain; after that, the fever dropped quickly
and in a couple of days it was over. It was very contagious, so they
recommended that only one person attended the sick person. The school was
near empty; however, we were healthy boys living in the countryside. On
Thursday, I noticed a very suspicious cough in Frankie.
"Frankie, are you okay? You have a strange cough and your voice has
changed." I asked. He smiled at me with that beautiful face that I loved.
"I'm alright, only a little bit tired." That shocked me because he
was very dynamic, yet I said nothing. The following day he missed school,
our teacher told us he was with the flu. We finished late and I could not
go to see him. When I arrived home, mom told me his dad had called to
confirm he was ill. Dad had prepared a large basket of oranges for him. To
prevent flu, we all were obliged to take three glasses of orange juice
every day. When I finished school on Saturday, I pedalled to his home; as
soon as I entered, I met Frank; his mom was on a week business trip with
Mr. Hermann.
"How's Frankie?"
"He is feverish, and the problem is he doesn't want to drink or eat
anything. I'm seriously worried, the doctor said he must drink orange
juice, but he rejects anything." I was running upstairs when I heard Frank
calling me, but I knew what he would say, so I continued. I found my
dearest boy on bed burning in fever murmuring my name. I hugged him and
started kissing his face and finally his lips; he was very hot. He,
half-opened his beautiful eyes and a light grin appeared on his angel face;
I started to sob and again I kissed him on the lips.
"I love you..." Frank entered in that moment.
"John! You shouldn't do that, he might infect you." I looked at him, still
tears on my face.
"I don't mind. I would like to have the flu, too, to be near him."
"John! You aren't serious, are you?"
"Yes, I am. Please, please, Frank, don't throw me away, please,
don't say I must go because I'll return again or I'll stay outside." Frank
moved his head puzzled watching my determination and tears. He then said:
"Okay John, but I must tell it to your dad." I jumped and hugged
him, my arms round his waist. He returned the hug and rubbed my hair
whispering: "Goddess! What ca I do with this pair?" He then louder
added. "John perhaps you can help, we need to bath him in order to lessen
his temperature. Get the tub half of water; the temperature must be below
that of his body."
"How can I find out it?"
"You put your elbow in it." That reminded me how my sisters did when
they were to bathe a baby." I prepared the bath and Frank took him in his
strong arms and submerged his son, keeping his head up. "Now John, if you
find the water is too warm, add some cold one. He is over 42ş
centigrade; that could hurt him; we must get down to 38ş as maximum. Wet
his forehead with the sponge, meanwhile I'll squeeze oranges; he must drink
juices."
"Don't worry I'll see to it, he will drink a whole jug, if
necessary." He smiled, kissed his son and ruffled my hair again.
"Good boy!" I heard him in the kitchen manipulating the oranges. I
watched my loved friend and for every rub I made, I kissed him; he was near
unconscious, however, as minutes went by, I noticed the transference of
heat from his body to the water. His skin was not so red; he opened his
eyes, extended his arms, grabbed my head and kissed me; I grinned with a
sigh.
"I, I, love you, John." He murmured.
"That's better. You are seriously ill, Frankie. You must drink
orange juice and take some medicine to keep your fever to a normal level."
"Now that you are here, I'll do whatever your order me; you well
know I can't deny you anything, even if I have to die." I could not help
sobbing hearing him telling me those words.
"I love you Frankie and you are not going to die. You'll recover
sooner if you do what the doctor and your dad says." Frank entered and
hearing us talking he assumed he son was better; he knew that was fleeting
time and that later on, high temperature would return. He wrapped his naked
son with a large towel and transported him to the bed, tucked him up and
kissed his boy.
"Now Frankie you must drink the orange juice. I have put some
medicine in it; nevertheless, the flu probably has taken away your ability
to note any flavour. John, I must leave for an hour, I leave you as
Frankie's nurse; I am sure you will take care of him. I'll phone your dad
about."
"Please Frank; tell him that I'll be overnight here, as planned." He
looked at us in a loving and tender way; kissed us both and left without a
single word; there was nothing to say. When I heard the door closed I
jumped on the bed and kissed my lover. I slipped my hand under the covers
and rubbed his chest and buttocks; he was warm but not as hot as before.
"Now you are going to drink the whole jug of juice." He opened wide his
eyes and said:
"John, you know? The sheets feel like sandpaper, however your hand
is so smooth that it comforts me." I smiled and filled a glass of orange
juice. He drank it; again, I filled another one, and he drank it. I did a
third one but he rejected it. "Sorry my love, I made a great effort
drinking those two, my throat is so sore... Give me some minutes and I'll
drink the rest of the jug." Half an hour later, I gave him the
rest. However, I noticed he was warmer again. "John rub me again, I feel
fresher where your hand is..." I rubbed him his stomach, belly and even his
silky ball sack and flaccid dick. My dick started to get hard; he guessed
it and smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry John, it is not the moment." I blushed
sheepishly.
"I could not help, Frankie; you are so hot that excited me." He
smiled. We started talking about school and making plans for the next
Christmas; however, as the time passed by, the fever returned and Frank had
not yet returned. Frankie started to quiver, his teeth gritting.
"John, I, I, am very, very col...d. Pleas...e, put me more covers."
I knew that was not the solution and besides I did not know where the
blankets were, or what to do; I was in despair. His eyes closed... I was
very scared. "John, I, I'm very cold." I could notice how his body
quivered. My tears appeared again in frustration. Suddenly the idea came
into my mind; I undressed, and naked jumped into the bed near him. I
wrapped him in my arms, my body glued to his, as we used to do when we made
love. Desperately I started kissing him on the lips. Instinctively, I put
my tongue inside his mouth, but I had not response. He hugged me very tight
and I could feel his body trembling but less than before; it was slowing
down. Soon he was relaxed and started kissing me.
"I love you, John. Please stay stick to me, I'm still cold." He
murmured. I even put my body tighter to his; I felt his trembling and his
muscles movement. Being his body so close to mine made my dick start to
grow and soon it was hard. I felt ashamed; he in his feverish state looked
at me and grinned.
"John I need to pee, but I feel very cold." I did not know what to
do to alleviate his bladder; obviously, I discarded to take him to the
bathroom; so I took the empty jug, I rubbed his dick a few times, and he
responded with a moan; then I lifted the covers and introduced his dick
into the jug. He started peeing emptying his bladder; he near filled the
jug. He closed his eyes relaxed. I kissed him and put the jug on the
nightstand. In that moment, Frank appeared finding me in the bed so close
to Frankie.
"John, son! What are you doing? Do you want to catch the flu, too?"
My dick quickly deflated.
"He is very cold and I don't know where the blankets are, so I have
tried to warm him up with my body. He is much better; his quivering has
near disappeared." He left the room and soon returned with a large and
soft woollen blanket.
"Get dressed; I see he has not taken the juice." I smiled and he
looked puzzled to me. "What's up?"
"That's pee; he drank all juice."
"Good idea, I'll wash it up now, just in case we need it later." He
ruffled my hair; I felt very happy. I got out of bed and dressed. "You must
be starved; I have remained longer that I planned, but now I wouldn't go
out; however, we need to eat something and get ready soft food for
Frankie. My love opened he lovely eyes.
"Dad, my throat is so sore that I cannot eat anything."
"You must eat Frankie. We need you recovered and not sick." I
said. He looked at me tenderly as reassuring me he would do anything I
proposed. We dined and I prepared a very large pot of milk, putting in it
many biscuits until it looked as porridge. I went upstairs and I started
feeding my friend like a little bird; I noticed his pain but he obeyed
me. After that, he drank a glass of orange juice. He dropped his beautiful
head on the pillow exhausted. Frank watched us, kissed his son, and gave me
a hug.
"Thanks John. With your care, Frankie will recover quickly. I have
put some aspirin in the juice, so soon he will get rid near all of the
fever, at least during a few hours. I'll sleep in Jim's bed, you can sleep
with him." I looked at him expressing my gratitude. "Don't worry; you won't
get more contagious than you already are." I laughed. A few minutes later,
Frankie started to talk animatedly, we chatted about everything. In a
moment that his dad was out, he said:
"If my dad weren't here, I'd suck your dick right now." We grinned;
he was clean of fever for the first time during the near past three
days. However, that was a fiction; two hours later we took him again into
the bathtub; when the fever lessened he was again content. It was late so
we decided to drift to sleep. Frank got into the near room, I undressed,
and stark naked went under the covers. We cuddled into each other arms and
got asleep. Near dawn, I felt a nice feeling rising in my dick, probably a
dream, I thought; however it was so real that I woke up; I found my lovely
Frankie with my dick in his mouth sucking me. I looked at him so lovingly
that he left my dick and came to me. We kissed softly. He then, in a slow
voice said:
"I must pay you for your efforts and care."
"I would do it hundred times. It seems you are a little better."
"Yes, I think my flu is over; since you bathed me I have slept
comfortable and near all my pains have vanished.
"Do you want me to suck you?"
"I feel very weak; probably tomorrow I'll be ready. Let's sleep
before my dad wake up." We kissed gleefully, cuddled, and drifted to
sleep. We slept until late in the morning; Frank woke early up and touched
his son forehead and he detected no fever, so he assumed Frankie had gone
thru the flu. He woke up us with a large tray with toasts, honey, olive
oil, coffee, and milk.
"I'm starved, dad." Frankie said. "My throat still aches, but I'm
alright. Let's go for a pee, John." We jumped from the bed, however Frankie
felt dizzy after those days with high fever. I noticed that, he placed his
arm round my shoulders and happily went to relief our bladders. I did not
notice I was naked until I returned to the room and Frank said:
"You better get something on, it is cold outside." I dressed and
Frankie covered himself with a gown. We ate a large breakfast and Frankie
went into bed again. Frank then said:
"Since you are much better I'll go out to take some decisions for
tomorrow. Please John, stay here until I return; I will be here before
lunch, so we can have it together before your return to the farm.
"Sorry Frank, I would love it; however, as soon as you are back I'll
return home. I promised mom to do that."
"Okay, it is up to you." He picked up some papers and left. We
chatted making plans, but after a couple of hours, we were tired of
talking, then my loved friend dragged me to him and smiled.
"John, get naked, I want you to suck me and I'll do it to you, I
feel strong enough." I laughed and in seconds, I was naked and straddling
him; only with a few sucks, his beautiful dick started to grow and I sucked
it eagerly as he did to me. We moaned in pleasure and soon our little
bodies got rigid; he pushed up his dick and I pushed down into his throat
as we reached our dry orgasms. When we recovered, I scooted up and lay face
to face; we caressed during a few minutes, he then said:
"John thanks." I looked at him and touched his lovely pale face with
back of my hand.
"Frankie, there is nothing to thank about; I'm sure you would have
done the same for me. I better get dressed before your dad comes." I jumped
from the bed and dressed; a few minutes later Frank came and I returned
home.
Friday of the following week, was a feast day. We resumed school; however,
Frankie missed it, since he still was convalescence and not fully
recovered. We happily spent those days, but on Thursday morning I could not
stand, my body was in a pure ache and I was coughing. Frankie knew the
symptoms and immediately told the teacher about it. He left the school and
five minutes later Frank was outside with his little car.
"Come on John, you got the flu, my dad is waiting outside with the
car to take you to the farm. I'll keep your bike at home." I was surprised;
however, I did not resist because I felt very, very bad. Well that weekend
was a repetition of Frankie's; with the difference, I had not so high
fever, though that night mom took me twice to the bathtub to lessen the
temperature. On Friday about 11:00 am my love was near my bed, mom argued,
however he said:
"Maria, he looked after me and now it is my turn, besides I don't
need to care about flu since I have gone already thru it." Mom thought they
were strong arguments, moreover, that would prevent contagious the flu the
rest. Perhaps because I had been drinking orange juice all previous days,
the fever did not go so high and we could chat when it lessened. In order
to prevent the sickness spreading, dad and mom had forbidden the rest of
the children to see me. Friday evening was the peak moment; mom was with
my dad outside, so Frankie took me to the bathtub, when we returned I felt
very cold; he did not doubt a moment, got naked and went under the
covers. It felt so good and warm that all my quivering dashed away;
however, in spite of the prohibition, Francis appeared in that moment with
tears running his beautiful face. Frankie looked at him astonished.
"Francis, you shouldn't be here."
I know, but... but I can't wait." He said sobbing. Frankie extended
his arms to him, he also undressed, and I felt his smooth body and little
dick pressing my back. I turned around and kissed him.
"I love you Francis, please don't cry."
"I'll stay only for a few minutes; grandma and grandpa are at home
discussing something with my dad. I suppose they will be here soon." He
hugged me from behind kissing my back, so I was sandwiched between the two
persons I most loved. After some minutes, Frankie told him:
"Francis, please, don't risk to be caught here, we would feel
guilty." He smiled, jumped from the bed, dressed, and ran downstairs. Five
minutes later mom and dad arrived and found us both in bed. It was a
repetition, even the next day when I appeared clean of fever. However,
Frankie remained until Sunday after lunch. We enjoyed being together with
the rest of the farm's children; the risk of contagious had disappeared.
That was a strong demonstration of how much we loved each other, now
including Francis. They found out later little Francis had been in my bed,
but everything was over and the epidemic too; I think I was one of the last
cases in the village. We never told Jim until next summer when he came on
vacation; but that is other part of the story.
Chapter 25
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Christmas holidays started; we finished school classes on the last Friday
of the previous week. We had planed that Frankie would come home for a
sleepover in the farm; we had made many projects to spend that time
together, so I took my bike and rode to his home. We were happy to see each
other; looking forward the prospect of a good holidays. We were saying
goodbye when the village's priest came and asked Frankie whether his dad
was at home, he nodded and the man entered in his house. We stared at each
other in surprise, since it was not very common that type of visit, in
spite of the priest being Frank's good friend; so we decided to hear what
all was about. The priest was with tears in his eyes when we entered. We
motioned to leave, though Frank told us:
"John, Frankie, please sit down." Now addressing to the priest he
added, "I have no secret to this respect with them. Please proceed." The
priest cleaned his face, and blew his nose, then, he said:
"Sorry. As I was telling you, I have received this morning two
letters, one from France, and another one from my bank in the city. My
French is not very good, so I want you to read it." He started searching
into his pocket and brought out two envelopes. Then he asked, "In which
part of France is Jim studying?"
"He's in St Mary's school in Orleans, near Paris." Frankie's mom
answered. He handled the two letters to Frank, he carefully took his
glasses, and after reading them, he passed onto his wife. We were on
tenterhooks. Then frank said:
"Well, the letter from France is from the director of a bank called
"Credit Lyonnais." A well known bank throughout Europe; in summary he said
some school's students have made a quest for money among them and sent to
you to distribute amongst the poorest and more in need people of you
parish. He cannot disclose neither the name of the school nor the names of
the boys. It is a very large sum of money. He also adds, you should keep
this confidentially since his clients don't want to be disclosed."
"Frank, you are not a believer, but for me this is a miracle after
the flu epidemic and the village's situation; you and I know the angel who
has done it. I don't know anybody in France, let alone in Orleans." Frank
thought for a while, and then he said:
"You are thinking on Jim, aren't you?"
"Absolutely"
"You must realise Jim is only four months in that school and he has only a
few friends."
"Frank, I'm not stupid and I have a very high concept about your
sons. I am sure, he or because of him, this money has come here; no doubt
about it. I will keep it secret, even I'll continue with my annual
collection among the rich people, but many persons will have the happiest
Christmas during a long time. I promise. Only I want you to make me a
favour."
"Go ahead, priest." The black dressed man grinned.
"I'll prepare a list with the distribution. I'll follow the
principle of -Instead of give fish; give a cane and rod to fish in the
river-. Was it Max or Engel's?" Frank chuckled and we looked at each other
because we did not know what they were talking about.
"Never mind who said this. But keep it for yourself or you won't
count as a priest any longer." The priest grinned and said:
"Thanks Family for your help. We'll keep this confidential." He
stood up, said goodbye and left. As soon as he was outside Frankie asked:
"Dad, what did he mean about the cane and rod?" His wife and himself
smiled, she then said:
"Clever boys! That means that instead of give them bread, sweet,
clothes, etc. he will give them tools to work and repair, something
permanent." We immediately understood, I said:
"That's a good idea. Food, toys, sweets will make very happy the
people, but once they have consumed them, they'll be poor again." Frank
tousled my hair.
"We know it is Françoise and Jim's idea. He did not tell us
anything, but we feel they have made it possible; however, they do not want
this to be published, therefore, please, don't comment with anybody, unless
Jim authorises us. I'll tell your father all about. Now you can resume your
trip to the farm." However, that was the surprise's day. We were ready to
start pedalling when a small truck-van stopped in front of us. The driver
came down and asked us:
"Hey boys! Do you know James Martinez? Does he live here?
"Yes, he is my brother, but he is in France." Frankie answered. The
driver rubbed his chin:
"Well, I suppose Francis Martinez Mora is your dad."
"No. He is my nephew."
"Fantastic! Then, who are you?"
"Why are you asking so many questions? You aren't a policeman." I said.
"Sorry lad. I'm carrying a large parcel consigned to those persons,
plus Frankie Martinez and John Mora." We laughed, but this still increased
him being more puzzled.
"I'm John Mora and he is Frankie Martinez, my best friend, and
James' brother."
"Lovely. I'll unload the parcel. Is there any adult who can sign my
papers?"
"Yes, my dad is inside, I'll call him." Frankie said. The driver
and his assistant unloaded a large carton and entered it into the
house. Frankie had explained to his dad all about. He signed the reception
to the driver and he left saying:
"I must hurry up, the parcels from this company are very expensive,
and shops are eagerly waiting for them. I cannot risk losing any. Thanks
and goodbye." We entered in the house while Frank was examining the big
box.
"I wonder what it contains."
"Please dad, open it." Frankie argued.
"Well, I would like to do so, however, it is also consigned for
little Francis, so he should be present when we open it."
"Then, what do you suggest? Frankie's mom asked.
"John, Frankie; you better go to the farm as you had planned and
tell them all about. I must do something after lunch, but I'll transport
the parcel to there during the afternoon. John, please, tell your dad we'll
meet him for coffee."
"Okay. Frankie, let's go." We pedalled to the farm, and leaving the
bikes outside, I entered in my house, while Frankie went to my sister's
home. The news spread quickly amongst all family members, and, when Frank
arrived, round 3:30 pm, my house was crowded. Francis' dad helped my dad to
unload the big box from the car roof, placing it on the large living room
table. He asked for a cutter and cut of seals. Just as he opened it, found
two envelopes; in one of them was a letter from Jim and Françoise
explaining all circumstances as it happened in Paris. In the other
envelope, there was a letter, that more or less said:
"Sirs, following Mrs James Martinez and Françoise Lambert's orders, we
are enclosing herewith the following items: a) One set of clothes for
Francis Martinez, half for a boy of 8/9 y/o, and half for another of 10/11
y/o. b) Two sets, for John Mora and Frankie Martinez, both for boys of
11/12 y/o. c) One set for James Martinez, boy 14/15 y/o. Hope you will
enjoy our products. Regards.
Frank started extracting the parcels and our eyes widened watching the
garments. In the envelope, also they have included a brochure showing boys
dressed in the fashion clothes. In the first page was a handsome blond
teenager dressed in sport dress, Frank immediately recognized him.
"Oh! This is Françoise! As he browsed the pages, he found many
pictures of Jim and Françoise dressed in different clothes. Frankie's
mom took the booklet and started kissing the photos; tears dribbled down
her still fresh cheeks. Then my sister Rosemary said:
"The boys must be beautiful in them."
"We can organize a show as we saw in the movies with girls." I
said. My sister looked at mom and dad, and they approved it with a look;
she then said:
"Okay boys. You have showered, so you are clean. Now we will take
all clothes upstairs and each of you will come down dressed differently;
one after the other, you will enter in the room, go around and then
out. I'll dress little Joan here." Frankie, Francis and I went to my room
where three sets of clothes had been placed. We quickly undressed, but when
I watched little Francis naked, I could not resist the temptation of
touching and rubbing his beautiful ass. I took him in my arms and started
kissing him and fondling his smooth butt. Our cocks started to get hard and
Frankie joined us, however, in that moment we heard someone coming up. We
immediately started to dress with a grin on our faces.
The show was a great success, but the best star was little Joan. He passed
dressed in underwear making a lovely tent his little dick as if he had his
little weenie erect. When he was passing he motioned putting his little ass
out to the public. All laughed. We were near finishing the passing and
could observe how happy everybody was, except the twins; we imagined what
they felt. When we were dressing for the last time, Frankie said:
"John, have you observed the twins? They are very sad."
"Well, I guess why."
"John, what about if you and I use only one set of clothes? We can
share and dress indistinctively and give the other set to the twins." In
that moment, I could not imagine to love other person more than I loved
him. I caressed his beautiful face; everything was said without expressing
any word.
"Please do it." I said. He grinned and when we were in the last
pass, he stopped in the middle of the room, raised his hand asking for
silence, and then pointing to me and himself said:
"We think we have enough clothes with one set, we'll wear them
indistinctively..." My sister Rose interrupted him.
"What are you going to do with the other set of clothes?" We
looked to the sad twins and Frankie said:
"They are for Manuel and Louis." The twins opened their mouth in
disbelief, they were so taken aback that did not move during some moments;
then my sisters Rose and Lucia came to us and hugged and kissed us. The
twins reacted, jumped and hugged us very tight.
"Thanks to both of you" Then looking at their moms, Manuel asked,
"Mom, can we wear..." My mom nodded and said:
"Go upstairs and get changed into any of them." We flew to my
room, but as soon as we entered, Manuel looked at me, and Louis to Frankie,
they hugged us very tight with blurred eyes. They soon separated and Manuel
said:
"We'll pay you back tomorrow, but now we want to wear those
beautiful clothes." They changed into the new garments and ran downstairs,
leaving us alone in my room. Instinctively Frankie and I approached and we
hugged tenderly.
"You are wonderful Frankie. Thanks again."
"I love that beautiful tuft of you John and my best reward is
watching you happy." I could resist the temptation and risking someone
could catch us, I pushed him on the bed, our dicks hard as rocks. He
reluctantly separated from me saying, "I suppose we will have time tonight;
on the other hand, we need to arrange the parcels." In that moment Francis
appeared.
"It has been an excellent idea for the twins." We heard the
applauses downstairs; we hurried up and joined the rest of the family. Mom
suggested that we had dinner all together. Frankie's mom was browsing the
booklet's pages and I could observe her tears and kisses to the pictures
whenever she found Jim. Then Nuria said:
"Grandpa, may I have that booklet?" When she observed Frankie's
mom she added blushing. "Well, in fact I want only the first page, if you
don't mind..." Margaret looked at the beautiful girl and she saw the
awakening of the girl into a new life. She understood. She tore out that
page and gave it to her. She blushed again, took the page and ran to his
house. All knew what was going on, but no one made any comment. We had
dinner together and when was near over, little Francis said:
"Mom, please; I want to sleep here with Frankie and John." My sister
gazed my mom and as she nodded, she said:
"Okay, but tomorrow you will come with your father and me for a
visit." He was near to reject the idea; nevertheless, he thought he would
have more fun with us during the night than the following day, so he
agreed. It was still early to go to bed, so while the adults chatted we
decided to play cards; we chose to play strip poker. They did not know much
about the play so we explained the rules, but we could not play the strip
part, so we decide we would play and the one that wins would ask to any of
the contenders to do something as it follows. a) It must be something
pleasant to do. b) It must be carried out within the next 30 days. And c)
it must be something easy to do. Everyone must think about what he would
ask and who would do it in case he wins. All agreed, except the elder girls
that left. We started playing and after near an hour Nuria and I were the
only survivors playing. We played again and she won. She triumphantly
looked at us for a few seconds, and then said:
"John, I choose you. I'll let you know what you have to do in due
time." I bitted my lips, but could not do anything; I was committed to do
whatever she asked me. All children went to bed and only the adults
remained downstairs. Francis, Frankie and I entered in my room and locked
the door. As soon as we were inside, I started kissing Francis. Frankie
yanked his shorts and underwear to his ankles and put his dick into his
mouth. Francis moaned and panting he said:
"Let's do it on the bed. I want you to fuck me, I'll fuck you
later." I loved fondling his beautiful body, so I took some oil and spread
it on my dick. We lay on the carpet, I was on my back and the little angel
sat on my dick with his back to me; he guided my dick to his hole and I
impaled him. I felt that lovely warm sensation round my cock that was as a
rock. We started moving up and down, I reached him and brought him to my
chest, and so his dick was now pointing out to the ceiling. Frankie
straddled both of us making a 69 with Francis; I could watch Frankie's
lovely dick and balls over my head. Francis was sucking it. Soon we reached
the point of not return, our bodies got rigid and one after other, we
moaned loudly as we got our climaxes. We lay in a heap on the carpet trying
to recover our breath. We jumped onto the bed and Francis sandwiched
between both us. Then Frankie said:
"Now I'll fuck Francis, but in the other way; so you two make a 69
position, but be careful not to be so noisy." We laughed, then, Francis
said:
"You don't need to put oil on your dick, John put enough." Frankie
said:
"I don't want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy."
"I know that." Our dicks were very hard again. Francis straddled me
and in seconds, he had my dick in his mouth. I took his and his balls and
we started sucking eagerly each other. Soon I watched Frankie sticking his
dick into Francis' hole in a single stroke. He placed his hands on Francis
shoulders and started humping him, so strong that he near took Francis'
dick out of my mouth. I was in the heaven; Francis did it so well that in a
few minutes I felt that nice feeling of peeing need in my dick. I pushed up
into his mouth and I stopped his groans as he also was near his climax
being stimulated on both sides. Frankie was mad shoving his cock into
Francis rectum, he increased the pace and soon he also groaned; all gasping
and with a final groan, we fell on my right side on the bed breathing
heavily.
What I wanted more was to suck Frankie, my lover, and he did the same; we
had sucked each other many times, however every time was different and new
for us. So after we recovered Francis said:
"I want to fuck both of you, so take a 69 position."
"Wait a minute, Francis." I could see little Francis' dick glowing
with oil, he took Frankie white globes, parted them and inserted his dick
into his hole. He placed his hands on Frankie hips and pushed inside him,
starting to fuck him. I noticed his pace and how he was gasping as his dry
orgasm was building inside his groins; then he said in a whisper:
"Please, turn over, so I can fuck you, John. I'm near coming."
Without leaving our respective dicks from our mouths, we turned, so now I
was on top on my lover. I felt how Francis' dick went inside me and he
started shoving in my pucker. A few minutes later, our climaxes arrived:
first Francis and at unison Frankie and I. Our bodies got a spasm, we
stopped breathing and we near gagged each other pushing our dick into each
other throat. We fell on my right side, Frankie in front of me and Francis
with his dick still inside my butt. Then we drifted to sleep.
At dawn, we woke up cuddled into each other arms, our crotches glued and
his mouth near my ears. Francis was at the other side of the bed hard
asleep. Frankie then whispered in my ear.
We woke up later hearing some knocks on the door. I had planned to spend an
intimated time with Frankie before Francis woke up; he was a sound hard
sleeper and needed someone to wake him up every morning; however, our early
exercises had spoiled it. We quickly jumped from the bed, dressed and went
for peeing to the bathroom. Soon we sat downstairs on the large table
having breakfast. Little Joan came telling Francis his mom needed him to
get ready to go to the city. He was a little upset but he could do nothing
since he had agreed the previous night. In a moment, that mom was gone I
grabbed his dick and told him:
"Christmas is approaching; don't worry, we'll enjoy again." He
grinned and sighed. It was a sunny morning and not very cold, a little bit
damp, however orange trees were beautiful. We went to look for the twins
but they were still sleeping; we took the bikes and pedalled thru the farm
fields to the river; then showed Frankie the entrance to the gallery that
led to the barn's cave.
"This is a good place to swim in summer and get the girls." I said.
"I know it. Jim told me he fucked his girl under one of these
bushes." He thought for a moment in silence, and then added. "Thanks for
being near me, John; because I miss him a lot. I didn't tell you, but the
last night he was here I asked him to fuck me, I knew he needed it, but he
rejected the idea, he told he loved me too much and that the last night he
wanted only to get cuddled as we normally did." I could see his tears
dropping from his beautiful eyes. I grabbed him behind a tree and we
hugged.
"I understand how you feel, but I'm sure he also misses us,
nevertheless, my heart is telling me that he has found someone that
comforts him."
"Do you mean Françoise?"
"I don't know, perhaps. He is a very pretty boy, too."
"By the way, did you notice how interested Nuria was on
Françoise?"
"Yes, I did. She is a fucking beautiful girl, isn't she?"
"Yes, she is. I wonder what she is keeping for me on respect of the
card play."
"Nothing. I am sure she has forgotten all about it. Come on, let's
see the twins."
Chapter 26
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We went back to the farmhouses and found the twin waiting for us. We left
the bikes and started playing to cowboys; the girls also joined us. After a
couple of hours, the girls deserted us and the four went to the
barn. Manuel lifted the entrance:
"Come on, let's go in." We entered and he lighted the candles before
we shut the entrance. As soon as he closed the door, Manuel came to me and
kissed my lips while his right hand gripped my balls, the same as Louis was
doing to Frankie.
"Thanks for what you both did to us last night. Now we want to pay
you back." We grinned and Frankie said:
"That's not fair. You don't need to pay anything, besides I'll make
you to enjoy so that you will always be in debt with us." The twins grinned
slyly as we started to undress.
"I want you to fuck me, John." Louis said.
"I may hurt you..."
"Oh! Don't worry. Manuel has fucked my hole a few times and I have
fucked him, too."
"You little rascal...!" I could not end the sentence because I was
naked and Louis kissed me while he was exploring my butt. I felt his tongue
swirling inside my mouth. We loved fucking other boys and Louis was a
lovely one to whom I have sucked a few times and he had sucked me, but we
never fucked. On contrary than Frankie, who liked to fuck from behind, my
preferences were to have my partner in front of me, either on top or under
me. Louis and I lay on the blankets, it was warm inside the cave; we got
into a 69 position and started sucking each other. I had to recognize that
Louis had learnt a lot, he near got me to the edge in a few minutes; we
enjoyed our sex until reached our dry orgasms. He screamed very loud when
the nice feeling hit his ball and dick. I could not smile because I was
gasping for air after that lovely orgasm. Frankie and Manuel were in
similar situation. Once we recovered, we laughed about Louis' yell.
"Louis, do you scream the same when you are with Manuel?" Manuel
laughed and said:
"I had to shut his mouth by placing my palm on it when I'm expecting
he is coming." We again started to laugh.
"Well, here you can scream all what you want, no one would hear
you."
"That's why I love this place. Manuel and I like to come here when
we are horny." He was stroking slowly my dick that again was hard as a
rock. I kneeled near his legs, took them up on my shoulders and I got ready
to insert my dick on his lovely butt. However, he was a master; instead, he
took his knees to his face, so his but was up to me. I put a little oil
round my cock and inserted it into his hole. I needed a little pressure,
but after a second try, it was all the way inside his lovely butt. I bent
over, our faces touched; I started kissing him, our tongues met, and I felt
his hands round my neck. I was very hard inside that warm cave and I could
feel his hard cock rubbing my belly. Without leaving our kissing, I started
fucking him; I slid my hand between our bodies and stroked his
cock. Frankie had gotten Manuel on doggy position. My lover's hands were on
Manuel's hips, as he was fucking him wildly. I was near my orgasm, so I
left our kissing and I increased my pace in/out his butt, at the same time
stroking his dick. I noticed how his inside muscles pressed my penis; that
made me mad and humped even stronger. His body moved on the blanket as I
shoved my dick inside him. This time we could hear two screams, one from
Louis and another one from me when we reached that tremendous orgasm. I
fell exhausted on top of him and he hugged me softly, kissing my face. When
we recovered, he said:
"That was wonderful, John. I never had so a strong feeling in my
dick. I though I would pee all over me, but nothing came out." Francis and
I smiled; he puzzled himself and asked me. "Why are you smiling?"
"Because we know what is happening to you. My brother told me that
when you start feeling like that, it means you are near to mature, and soon
you will spill semen instead of nothing. Besides, it is not true that you
didn't spill anything." He looked at me astonished; I grabbed his near
erected cock and squeezed it; a clear drop of something came out the pee
slit. "It is precum, so it means you will get semen soon." With his
finger, he tasted the clear liquid; he smiled satisfied and said:
"It tastes good, but I'm the same age as you are and..."
"Never mind; there are not two boys the same; some mature before
others, and you will probably get your semen before all of us." He openly
smiled and looking to Manuel tenderly, he said:
"Did you hear, Manuel?"
"Yes I did. But I must tell you that I feel and get the same, but I
never scream like you do." He squeezed his dick and we could see the sticky
liquid appear on his dickhead.
"Ah rat! You kept that for you." He stood and started kissing
passionately his cousin and lover; soon they were engaged on sucking each
other. We could not be less than they were, so I took my beautiful lover in
my arms, we started caressing each other, our crotches rubbing, our dicks
pushing, and our tongues met inside our mouths until we felt again that
marvellous orgasm that we always had when we were making love together.
We remained for sometime in the cave until our dicks got flaccid. During
those days, we spent many nights together and pay some visits to the cave,
especially with Francis. Christmas day came and we enjoyed being together,
but the great day was, and still is, the New Year Eve. Children are
allowed to remain with adults until they are so tired that voluntarily ask
to go to bed; even little portions of alcohol are allowed for the older
children. That night we had dinner together all families plus Frankie's, so
there was many people in the dinner. We had heated the house in order we
could wear our new summer clothes. The twins wore the same dress, so they
appeared as truly twins; however, the most beautiful one was little Joan,
he was so pretty and besides so happy that he received kisses from every
one of us.
Dad put music on the new record player and adults and children danced
together. Thru the radio set, we heard the last twelve bell strokes sounds
from Madrid, so the New Year came in. Those were fantastic and emotional
moments! We hugged each other wishing all the best for the new coming
year. I wanted to kiss Frankie and he wanted the same, so hand in hand we
ran upstairs to my room; as soon as we entered in my bedroom, we hugged
tenderly; a few tears came out and we hugged very tight. The twins and
little Francis joined us and we all kissed each other. When we noticed our
dicks started to grow, I said:
"We better go downstairs to continue our feast." All understood and
soon we joined the rest of the family. Little Joan and Nuria were radiant
of happiness. An hour passed and the phone rang. I ran to pick the receiver
up:
"Hello! Who's calling?" I heard Jim's voice on the other end of the
line.
"John, it is me, Jim."
"Jim! How are you? Happy New Year! What a wonderful surprise,
Frankie is near me. A great hug Jim." I did not wait Jim answering me
because Frankie was by my side. He took the receiver and I immediately
shouted into the room "It is Jim!" Frank and Margaret stood and went to the
telephone. Frankie was speaking.
"I love you Jim, I have missed you a lot, I'm so alone when John is
not with me..." He was crying.
"How do you manage to be together?" He almost could not answer.
"We alternatively have sleepovers. I love him, Jim. Mom and dad are
here. A great hug Jim, and Happy New Year."
"The same for you, my angel. Please give a hug to John."
"I'll do in your behalf." He handled the receiver to Frank.
"Son, my son! How do you feel Jim?" Jim's voice broke with emotions.
"Sorry dad, but I'm not as strong as I should be." They questioned
each other about all of us and the rest of the family, his mom crying near
her husband enable to take the phone. "Dad, I'm very happy, I would never
thank enough to this family what they have done for me."
"That family must be great; we hope to have the opportunity to thank
them personally, sometime." Jim had his arm round Margarita waist and she
could see her love emotional moments. Then Jim added:
"Dad, I want to introduce you to someone to whom I deeply love. She
is the most adorable and beautiful girl in the world and now is near me,
she is Margarita, Françoise's sister." He gave the phone to Margarita,
she was a little reluctant, but she thought those persons would be her own
family and she could not reject it.
"Mr. Martinez, Happy New Year!"
"The same to you, daughter. Welcome to our hearts, Margarita. Thank
you very much to all of you for making Jim so happy. You will understand
this when you have your own children. Thank you again." Margarita did not
know what to say and handed the phone to Jim that continued speaking to his
dad, then to his mom. Jim then asked for his elder brother Tomas and when
finished she handed the phone to him.
"Hi great boy! How are you, brother?" Jim could not resist retaining
his tears when he heard his real brother speaking to him.
"Tomas, I miss you all a lot. We refer many times little Francis,
because here near all boys are blond as he is. How is the beautiful Joan?"
"He still more pretty; tonight we have put the house very warm and
the boys are wearing the clothes you have sent, they could not wait until
summer. He is sat down on dad's knees, as usual." They chatted until Joan
approached and took the receiver sending kisses to his uncle, finally Frank
ended the call because he though they could not abuse of that family.
With Jim's call, we exploded in happiness. The feast went on until very
late and all were exhausted of dancing, laughing, eating and
drinking. Frankie and I went to bed and only had time to kiss and cuddle
into each other arms, in one minute we were asleep. Probably, due to the
time I used to get up, round 8:30, I woke up, but not totally. It was warm
and comfortable; I was in the same position I had when we drifted to
sleep. Without moving, I watched the beauty of my friend and lover; his
large eye-lashes, his round chin and pink cheeks; I could not help and I
kissed his lips and chest; I cuddled even tighter into his chest; my hair
under his chin; near in a murmur I said:
"I love you." I felt his hand that caressed my hair and a whisper
saying.
"I love you, too, my handsome friend." I did not say anything
because I felt the happiest boy of the world. I grinned, kissed his chest
again and we continued sleeping.
The same dream came again to my mind. We were a flock of angels, hand in
hand; the twins, Francis, little Joan and myself. On one side, the twins
were escorting Joan that was in the centre, and Francis and I on the
other. We flew from mountain to mountain, over the village church's tower
and after that over the countryside. It was spring and we watched a
beautiful field covered with daisies and red poppies; in one corner, there
was a large tree and a flat stone. One angel was sat down on the stone, his
head between his hands looking to the west. We landed near him and
approached from the east; we noticed he was sobbing. Little Joan touched
him and asked:
"Why are you crying, friend?"
"Oh little angel, I have lost my best friend and lover; I cannot return
without him to the Heaven."
"Why? We are angels and we cannot lose our way to the heaven. I'm
sure he will find his way."
"Maybe; nevertheless, I'll lose his love and I'll be sad for the
rest of my existence. I will not be able to bear that. " All of us were
hearing in silence behind him. Joan asked again.
"Which is his name, perhaps we may find him?"
"Oh, he has a beautiful name; his name's John and has a lovely tuft
on his front hair. I love him too much." In that moment, we realised who he
was; he was Frankie. I put my finger on my lips in order they kept
silence. I took his face from behind and kissed him tenderly on the neck,
he moaned and cried louder; then I bitted his ear lobe and he knew whom I
was. He lifted himself from the stone and stared at me.
"Oh John, my love! It is you". He kissed me and then he bitted my
ear lobe because that was our password. I felt the tenderness of his teeth
on my ear and I woke up. Yes, Frankie was really kissing me.
"I was having a lovely dream again; we were in the flower field..."
"
"And I was sobbing because I had lost you."
"Yes. That was again."
"I might have lost you, but not your dick." Saying that, he buried
himself under the cover, I felt his mouth round my erected cock and his
pole in front of my lips. I did not hesitated a second. Eagerly I took his
in my mouth and we started sucking each other, but not for a long time,
because we were not tired. In few minutes, our bodies reached the point of
not return and again we enjoyed, once more, our mutual orgasms near at the
same time. When our dicks were flaccid, he recovered his original position
near me. We petted until we heard some knocks on the door. It was mom.
"Come on, boys; it is near midday."
"Yes mom, we'll be there in a minute." We got up, washed up, dressed
and went downstairs to have a light breakfast. We spent the day playing
with the rest, especially with the twins. Francis and little Joan joined
the group some time later.
Christmas was near over; however, January 6th is a general feast in Spain:
"Mage Kings Day"; in this day, traditionally children receive his toys. I
cannot remember what we received, but my father surprised the twins and
everybody; that's why I remember that day. When they got up, came to my
house very sad and with their eyes blurred. Mom asked them.
"Louis, Manuel, why are you so sad?" Both went to my mom and hugged
her round her big waist starting to sob quietly. I felt very pity for them
when Manuel said.
"The Kings have forgotten us. Everyone has received something,
except us. Are we so bad that we don't deserve anything?" My mother ruffled
their red hair and kissed them.
"Are you sure they have forgotten you? You know some times they are
very fond of making pranks. Have you looked into the wood store?" The boys
raised their intense blue eyes still wet with tears. Before I could move,
they went thru the back yard to the place where we kept the dry wood for
the fireplace; I follow them up. They opened the door and found two
beautiful guitars special for their age. With reverence, the boys touched
the instruments and the boxes they were in. I cannot describe those
moments. Manuel yelled even stronger as when he received his climax. Those
instants shaded all the events they would not forget in their lives. They
kissed the guitars and went to hug mom, and to everyone they met. It was a
glorious day.
Classes resumed on January the 7th and the routine of every weekend; either
in his house or in mine, we enjoyed our young lives in all aspects. On one
Friday evening, near the end of January, mom told me:
"John, we are going to the city to make some purchases; we'll be
here round 8:00. You have some dinner ready, just in case we are late."
"Thanks mom, as soon as I finished my home works I'll go to play
with the twins and Francis, when they finish their chores too." They left
and I continued my job. About an hour later, I had finished my works and
was lying on the large couch reading a book that the teacher had
recommended us to read. I heard the door to open and Nuria came in; she was
so beautiful... The room was warm because I had started the fire before mom
and dad had left.
"Hi John, I told mom I have come in order you help me with some
maths calculations."
"No problem, we have all afternoon, dad and mom have gone to the
city." She was carrying a notebook under her arm and a pencil on her
hand. She put on the notebook on the table and sat near me; when I tried to
raise myself, she said:
"I don't need any help; in fact I have already finished my home
works." I looked perplexed at her, but not surprised, because it was not
the first time she came with the other girls or with Francis to chat. She
pushed down me as she continued: "I have come to get paid, you own me
something."
"Do I?" I asked. "What is it?"
"Don't you remember our card play?"
"Sure I do, but you didn't tell me what my debt was; I supposed you had
forgotten."
"No, I haven't." She got up and locked the door, just in case
someone came. "I don't want anyone interfering." She then sat near me, and
without any previous notice, she placed her arms round my neck and kissed
my lips. I felt her red lips on mine and my body squirmed. Immediately I
realised she was naïve on kissing, probably it was the first time she
was kissing a boy, so before she could do anything, I put my arm round her
back and pushed my lips, trying to part her teeth to enter in her lovely
mouth. She resisted a little but finally she gave up and opened her mouth
and our tongues met. I noticed the trembling on her body with that
unexpected sensation; however, soon she found out the lovely feelings and
started moaning in pleasures. I slipped my hand under her blouse and
touched the hard pointing breasts; she was not wearing her normal little
bra. I cupped one of them and this time I was the one to quiver; my cock
was harder than a rock. I unbuttoned her blouse and raised her
underwear. Tenderly I pushed her on her back on the couch, I took off my
trousers and I started sucking one of her breasts. She gasped to my touches
and grabbing my dick started caressing it. She quivered when I put in my
mouth one of her erect nipple; she was now quickly approaching her climax
and I wanted that time to last, so when I noticed she started moaning I
left her breasts.
"Please John, don't stop now." She murmured. I did not say anything;
I got entirely naked and I undressed her. The view of that beautiful body
and her cunt now pouring juice made me mad. I was very near of my orgasm
and I wanted to delay it, but I could not control myself. I scooted down
between her legs in order my dick did not touch her, fearing that I would
cum immediately. I touched her little almond stone of her cunt, she
quivered at my touch and the clit erect itself; I sucked it savouring the
strange taste; she yelled in pleasure, however I was very close to my
climax. I scooted up to her face and started kissing her neck; in that
moment, my dick touched her wet cunt and I could not stop my orgasm. I
stopped breathing, I pushed down my hips against her, my dick was flat on
her vagina and I groaned in pleasure.
She was engulfed in her lust; nevertheless, she noticed my stop. "John,
don't stop, don't stop, please." However, I needed to recover; so making an
effort I continued sucking her. In other circumstances, I would have
preferred to abandon myself on top of her and to enjoy those moments, but I
knew that was a crucial moment. Surely, we would not repeat it again. My
body recovered quickly and I was again sucking her nipples, but now more
relaxed and on control of my actions. Now was her time to suffer the
eagerness.
"Can I fuck you?"
"Fuck me? Do you mean to put your thing inside me?
"Yes. We are very young, so there is not any problem.
"But I know that will hurt. Isn't it?"
"I don't know, this is my first time. I'll try it, if you feel it hurts,
stop me."
"Okay, go ahead, but slowly." With those few words we got a little
bit relaxed, so our climaxes delayed. I resumed my kissing and sucking,
first her neck, armpits, lips, and those lovely little breasts; I scooted
down kissing and sucking her tummy and buttonhole. I licked the few hairs
she had round her cunt. She was now again very close; I touched her vagina
and placed my dick at the entrance. I was mad about that moment and as an
inexperienced boy that I was, I pushed hard down. I noticed how my dick
entered in that warm and slipping cave; however soon it found a guardian
that stopped its way down. I pushed harder and she screamed loudly. "Stop,
stop! It hurts." I retreated.
"Sorry. Let's trade positions so you have the lead." She was not
very convinced; nevertheless, she was engulfed in our play and needed of a
release; immediately she straddled me. She took my cock inside her vagina
and pushed down, but soon she retreated reluctantly. She then started
grinding on top of me, my dick inside her but without going further. Her
long hair was on my chest and soon I felt her lips again on mine,
kissing. Our tongues swirled inside our mouths, and her cunt grinding on my
dick. We were mad and I did not understand how she did not reach her
orgasm, when I was near my second. Soon I noticed she stopped breathing and
pushed down her hips at the same time I helped her with my hands on her
lovely butt cheeks. I moaned in pleasure as my orgasm hit my dick and her
teeth bitted my shoulder. Instinctively she pushed down receiving her
first real orgasm. I heard her yell mixed with pain. My dick did not go
totally thru, but sure it partially torn her hymen. We were breathing hard
and gasping for air; she slid to my side and kissed me tenderly on the
cheek. After some time of relax, she said:
"No a single word of this to anyone. Do you promise?" I grinned and
I kissed her cheeks. Then I said:
"We have time enough, we can do it again." I knew she was now under
that sensation of regret and shame that Jim told us when boys start
spurting semen. He had warned us that this disappears after a few minutes,
and you would feel nothing, but relax; if you are mentally prepared. I
understood what she was thinking and feeling in those moments.
"No. It has been lovely John and you have been very tender, but
there won't be a next time." I reached my shoulder because I still was
feeling a little pain. She opened her lovely eyes when she saw her teeth
marks on them. "Sorry, John; I don't know what happened to me when I bitted
your shoulder. It was so intense that I could not help..."
"Never mind, it doesn't hurt, however I must take care mom cannot
see it, otherwise she would make questions..."
She looked worried to me. Dressed, kissed me a peck on my cheeks and
grinned; I knew she had already recovered, but something stopped her to
continue. She sat near me, touched my flaccid dick and kissed me again; but
this time on the lips.
"You have a nice and active little brother. I hope you'll get a
nice girl to fuck; you are very good." She smiled at me as I dressed and
she added, "You have well paid your debt." We laughed again.
"It was really good Nuria, and I'll never forget it." She smiled,
stood and left. As she told me, never was a next time. She would have nice
experiences with someone else, but that is part of other chapters. As soon
as she left, I started reeling what had happened during the previous hour;
my dick grew as all images came back into my mind; I had to jerk off twice
that evening before dad and mom came back, and one again when I went to
bed. "Would this change my love for Frankie?" I thought. However, the
following day, when Frankie appeared at the doorframe all images of Nuria
dashed away as if it had never existed. He had the power to fill my mind
and to control my heart in all ways. When we were under the bed covers
kissing and petting each other, he guessed something had happened. We were
ready to start making love, our dick erected, then he separated a little
bit from me, he caressed my hair, and rubbed my tuft:
"Would you mind telling me what you have in your head?"
"No. I wouldn't; but how do you know it?"
"John, I know you have something to tell me since the moment I
entered in the house." I rubbed his naked chest and I started telling him
what had happened the day before.
"I thought it would affect us because I have been thinking about it
all of this the whole morning and I jerked off three times before I drifted
to sleep; however, when you appeared at the door this afternoon, everything
was gone from my mind; you and only your presence filled my mind and my
heart. Nobody will hold my soul, Frankie; do you understand? Nothing or
anybody will fill my heart and my mind as you do." He looked into my eyes
and we kissed tenderly.
"I know that, but it is a beautiful music hearing you telling me
that. I know you were asked to keep it secret, however you have told me all
about."
"Yes, I was. But we are as a single soul and person, so I don't
violate my secret, you are me and I'm you." He looked again into my eyes
and said:
"John, you are the most adorable creature of the world for me, and
you can be sure that no one would replace you in my heart." Saying this he
hugged me very tight, and then said: "Do you want to fuck me?" I did not
know why, but some tears came to my eyes. We were not fond of someone
fucking us, but he was ready to please me, even if he did not like it. I
kissed him and I cuddle my head on his chest.
"No, Frankie; unless you wish or need it; besides, you, like I,
don't much want it."
"I know, John; but you deserve anything and my soul and my body is
yours." We hugged very tight and cuddled into each other arms. "I love you
John."
"I love you, Frankie." A couple of minutes later we were hard
asleep. Probably it was one of those many times that being together in bed,
we did not have sex, but enjoyed the closeness of being as one.
Chapter 27
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Time elapsed quickly. A new teacher, a music professor, had provisionally
joined the school staff contracted by Mr. Hermann. He had been a prominent
musician before the war, and had been suspended as professor as many
others, due to his political thoughts. The twins immediately joined the
group of students that wanted to learn or improve their music level; Mr.
Hermann's aim was to form a good music band in the village.
Winter finished and a new spring came with many flowers. Orange trees were
in blossom and swarms of bees flew from tree to tree collecting the sweet
pollen. Each of us received a letter from the JJ's school pointing out the
date for the entry examination. We were excited and made some trials under
Frank's supervision; we were confident of our capability to pass it. That
day we took an early train to the city, Frank, my dad and both of us. We
took a taxi and arrived at the school that was located in the outskirt of
the large town. The school was larger than we thought; many red brick
buildings scattered and surrounded by trees. We could see many boys playing
soccer and other sports in the green fields. The whole installations group
of buildings was fenced with a brick-iron tall wall. Many boys and their
parents were waiting at the main door of a large building. A young priest
came and said:
"Boys applying for scholarship, please proceed to enter and sit down
in one of the classrooms according to their surname's first letter. Normal
students must go to the next building where there is a list showing the
classroom where each one will be examined. We entered; there were two large
rooms; one for students' surnames A to L, and other from M to Z. We
entered as the priest continued: "Please sit down one per desk." Two blond
boys of about 12 y/o entered and placed themselves on each side of the
priest. "These are Marco and Antonio Gilbert; they are twins and excellent
students; they will be act as my assistants." The boys grinned. "Should you
need anything or make any question, they are ready to help you. They will
distribute a set of pages like this one, with the name of each of you on
top of it. You will only need to fill up the date and languages you would
like to learn in this school in order of preference. Then you will have one
hour to answer the questions shown on it. I must stress that this paper is
prepared to find out how prepared you are about general culture. Firstly,
we will take into consideration the accuracy of the answer; and secondly,
the time you spend; therefore, as soon as you are sure you have answered
correctly all questions, you must deliver the set of papers to us. We will
write down the time. We can check this exercise quickly, so, half an hour
later we will name those students who have successfully passed the first
part of the examination, in order they continue in the second part. Is
there any question that you want to make?" Nobody answered.
The blond boys distributed the papers and the priest added. "Now you have
ten minutes to fill the blank lines and to have a look into the papers."
The time elapsed and the priest said. "I'm confidence that all of you will
behave as excellent and honest students. Please start!" They had sat
Frankie on my left in a different desk. We glanced at each other and
concentrated on our task. Three quarters of an hour later, we had
finished. A blond haired boy stood and delivered his papers. We followed
him and we gave them to the twins boys. They smiled at us and we left. The
priest was punctual; after half of an hour, he came out with a list in
hand. We were nervous and everybody kept silence. He started naming the
successful candidates and we were amongst them. We entered again in the
same room, but this time only twenty boys. The priest then said:
"This is the last examination. You must make a free writing about a
theme as shown on the papers: History, Society or Religion. The aim is to
find out how you write, express and organize your work; the story as such
will not be relevant, however, the orthography and syntax will have a great
importance. You have two hours." Then Frankie and I stood and asked for an
extra sheet. Then the priest asked, "Don't you have enough papers?"
"Yes, but we need a half sheet to develop the scheme." The priest
smiled and gave us one extra sheet to each of us and to the rest of
participants. One hour and a half took us to develop our work. We reread it
before delivering it to the priest. When we were leaving, we met at the
door the two blond brothers; they smiled at us and Antonio said:
"We expect to be friends. If you have done as before in the first
pat, we are absolutely sure we will be together in the school next term."
"Thanks. Frankie said. "We have done the best as possible; now it
depends on how the rest have worked."
"Do you have a phone number?" The blond boy asked.
"Yes, it is on our papers. What is it for?"
"We cannot do this, but if we know something in advance we'll call
you before the letter arrives. Please don't comment it even with your
parents."
"Thanks Marcus. We would much appreciate that." They shook hands
with us and we left. Our dads were waiting for us; we explained all
whereabouts of the examinations we had done. We showed the scheme that we
kept in our pockets and Frank expressed his satisfaction. We returned to
the farm where moms were waiting for us. The priest had said that within
two weeks we would receive a letter with the outcome. We were nervous and
all boys and girls came to ask us. Since it was Saturday, Frankie remained
overnight on the farm; we needed it and they gladly accepted. When we were
in bed and under the light cover, I hugged my lover and we started petting
each other; soon we were in a sex play in a 69 position, sucking each
other's cock. We needed to release our tensions, and a few minutes our
bodies tensed and that nice feeling came to our crotches once more. When we
recovered our breath and positions we lay in bed, Frankie behind me with
his arms round my chest; from time to time, he kissed my head and I did on
his arms. We kept silence for a while then I said: Frankie didn't you
notice anything on the blond twins in the school?"
"Noticed what?"
"Their manners, how they speak, how they walk."
"Yes, I did. I wasn't sure, but now that you have the same
impression as I had, I think they are queers, both of them." I turned
around, now facing Frankie.
"That's my idea. It would be fantastic if we go into that school and
have them as friends. We could fuck them all the time; they have nice
butts." Frankie smiled.
"Don't you have enough with me?"
"You are special and my lover." I kissed him tenderly on the
lips. "Besides, we don't like to be fucked."
"I don't like anyone, except you."
"Are you suggesting we should fuck each other tonight?"
"Why not? It has been a long time we have not done it. I love from
time to time to have your legs up on your chest and I insert my dick into
your beautiful butt. Do you know you have the loveliest butt I ever saw?"
Seconds later our tongues met and soon we were terribly hot; spring had his
influence on us.
"Let's fetch the oil." I rummaged in my desk until I found the
little bottle; I poured some on his lovely dick and I stroked it several
times. What a lovely view! I lay on my back; he started sucking my nipples
as I stroked his dick; he then took into his mouth my whole package and
sucked eagerly. "I'm near, Frankie." I said. He stopped, scooted a little
bit down, and raised my legs to my chest; my knees on my face, and my butt
showing up. He pointed his dick to my hole, pushed and with a couple of
thrusts; he was all the way into me. I felt full of him and his face near
mine. I dragged him to me and we kissed passionately; at the same time, he
was rubbing my dick. I noticed how his face changed into a grimace of
pleasure; soon he was humping on me in/out. I felt my orgasm approaching as
a strong wind sweeps the fields. I dragged his head to me as he gave a
final push into me; our bodies tensed and we groaned as orgasms hit us,
collapsing into a love embrace, breathing and gasping for air; his lovely
head resting on my left shoulder. We remained like that for some minutes
without saying anything. Finally, he moved, kissed me and slid to his left
side with a great smile.
"Now is your turn."
"I don't need it, maybe some other day; I prefer to watch you, my
beautiful lover." He looked into my eyes, kissed my hair, my nose and my
lips; then he said:
"There is no one more beautiful than you, John; at least for me." We
hugged very tight, put off the lights, and drifted to sleep.
We continued with our daily routine; however, we could not put off from our
minds what we were waiting for. We had recently started school spring time,
by which we had school Monday to Friday. I was saying goodbye to Frankie
when the phone rang:
"It is for you, Frankie." His mom said:
"Hello, Frankie, it is me, Marcus."
"Marcus! Glad to hear you, do you have any news?"
"Yes, you must keep it as confidential, but I have seen the list and
you and John are heading it with the best qualifications." Frankie could
not speak. "Are you there, Frankie?"
"Yes, sorry Marcus." Then I took the phone.
"Marcus, I'm John. Thanks for your call; we don't want you to be
caught." Then slowing my voice I added: "A great hug and a better kiss on
your lovely lips." Marcus blushed and grinned.
"Goodbye boys. I'll see you soon." He hanged up the phone and ran to
see his brother. "They know we are homo brother, and it seems they don't
mind." His brother smiled as they entered to the sport fields.
You can imagine the explosion of happiness. Frankie hugged his mom and dad,
as he entered in that moment, his beautiful face with tears. I did the
same. Then Frank said:
"I think we should phone your family, John."
"No. I will tell them personally. I want to give a lovely surprise."
"Mom, can I go with him and tell it to Tomas?"
"Yes, but don't forget to return here not too late."
"We'll do before night fall." We took the bikes and pedalled to the
farm. I think we were flying more than running. I entered in the house and
I found my dad. I jumped onto his arms and I hugged him very tight; I near
made him to fall. That was the last time I hugged my dad like that.
"We have passed the examination, dad! Mom heard the news and she
hugged us making a heap on the sofa with all four together. Then Frankie
ran to his brother's home and the scene repeated. Within minutes, the farm
was a feast. The following week we received the letter from the school
notifying us the news that we had already heard a week before. They called
our parents and us for a meeting on Friday morning of the following
week. As soon as we arrived, the priest received us in the same
classroom. It was near full with all boys plus the families. We could see
the blond haired boy also with his family already there. The priest then
said:
"First of all, welcome to our school and congratulations to you
all. Parents, you must be very proud of your sons, they all did very
well. Now we have a busy morning. My two assistants will take the boys for
a health checking, once it is finished, all successful boys will become
students of this school. They will start on the first day of
September. While they are being checked, we will talk with parents about
conditions, times, etc." In that moment, Marco and Antonio entered, they
gazed at us with a grin on his face and both blushed. They were not very
pretty boys as little Francis or Frankie, but they had lovely blue eyes,
nice chin with dimples on their cheeks when they laughed, and the most
beautiful and gracious snub nose. We liked them. Antonio then said:
"Please, boys, follow us." We trailed them to a white building and
entered in a large room full of lockers. "Well boys, you can find on the
first locker ten gowns; you must get naked and wear a gown. We will call
you in pairs for the medical examination. We hope you won't feel
embarrassed, we are all boys and not girls or adults here." One black
haired boy was near me; in a slow voice, he said:
"I would like to see here all beautiful girls' bodies." I grinned
and looking at him, I whispered.
"You should be more careful. It is supposed you have applied for a
place in a priest school, girls are banned here."
"I know. I did not want to come, but my dad forced me to do
so. Never mind, I also like beautiful boy arses if I have not a girl
available." In one of the corners was near naked the short blond boy, he
probably was a little bit embarrassed, because he was with his face to the
locker; however he was showing us his little rounded butt. The black haired
added. "For instance, I wouldn't mind fucking that lovely butt." Frankie
looked at him sternly and said:
"You shut up, bigmouth! Unless you are rich or want to get into
problems." The boy looked at Frankie; he did not expect our reaction. In
fact, we did it on his own benefit, and he knew it.
"Sorry, sometimes I'm stupid. I'm poor, like most of us."
"In that case, take care of what you say and to whom you speak to."
I added.
"I'm sorry again. I'm sure my dad would say the same as you." Most
of the boys tried to hide their privates or, at least, not presuming of
them; nevertheless, this boy did not care; he undressed and everybody could
see his naked body. He had a large dick for an 11 y/o boy, hanging balls
and some pubes on his crotch, which proved he was more matured than we
were. While I was wearing my gown, I asked him:
"How old are you?"
"I was 12 last January. Why?"
"Well it explains you look more developed than we are." He grinned
satisfied and in low voice, he said:
"Yes. I have the largest dick amongst my friends, and when we jerk
off, I'm the only one that..." He stopped as the twins appeared on the
door. Antonio said:
"Please, John Mora and Frankie Martinez, come with us." We left the
room as they smiled at us.
"You are the first two to be examined by the doctors; it goes
according to the results in the access proofs." We went thru a large
passage and entered in a small waiting room with nobody there, Marcus
knocked on the internal door and we heard a man voice "Come in". We
undressed and two doctors, one each, went thru our young bodies, touching
and exploring, at the same time they were writing down their results on a
pad. I lay on a little stretcher and the doctor took my dick foreskin down,
so my dickhead was uncovered. He grinned and I blushed because I knew what
he was thinking. Then we were x-ray examined. He then said, "You are
suitable for this school." He gave me a little envelope with a piece of
sheet where he had marked "Apt". Please, handle this to the priest." We
left and at the same time, the black haired boy and the short blond one
entered. Marcus closed the door. I winked Frankie and both at the same time
we took the twins faces in our hands and kissed them on the lips. It was so
quick that they did not expect it. I watched Marcus blue eyes opened wide;
however, he did not reject my kiss. They blushed when we separated. Then I
said:
"I like to pay my debts." After one minute or so, Marcus said:
"We, we... well; I suppose you guessed we are..." I interrupted him.
"You are good friends and that what matters."
"Unless you are... too; you are strange boys." Frankie looked into
Antonio eyes and said:
"We aren't; but we recognize good persons, we love being with them
and have fun. We suppose this must be a bored place, unless you have
friends with whom to have fun from time to time." The twins grinned openly
showing their lovely dimples. Antonio said:
"We'll be very glad being your friends, if you like us. We are sure
we'll have fun." We grinned as he added. "Now let's go, we must bring the
next two. Then, near in a whisper, he added. "You know how to kiss, I'm
sure you know a lot about our business." I answered:
"You can bet for it." We laughed and soon were dressed. We said
goodbye and joined our families, delivering our envelopes to the priest. He
then said:
"Well, families, we'll see you on the first Monday of September in
this place. Meantime we wish you a good summer." We shook hands and
left. After a few purchases and jokes, we returned home. Frankie remained
in the village and we took our little truck to the farm. We explained in
detail our stay in the JJ's School and the final medical checks. The next
day Frankie came before noon, we played with the rest of the boys, and
after lunch, we took our bikes; in that moment, Francis approached:
"Where are you going? Can I go with you?
"Francis, we need to be alone to talk about our future; in a couple
of hours we'll play again; nevertheless, we'll be at the angel field, we
can wait for you there. Is it ok for you?" The little fair-haired boy
smiled.
"I understand; I may go with the twins to fetch you when they return
from the village. They are attending to their music class."
"Okay, we'll be there." We rode our bikes for several paths until we
arrived to a hilly field hided by trees. "Frankie, please, close your eyes
and do not open them until I say it to you." I guided my lover during a few
minutes uphill, then turned on the left and stopped under a large tree. I
took both bikes and left against the tree, and then I said, "Now you can
open your eyes!" He looked astonished to the view in front of him. It was
part of our farm and I wonder why that meadow was free of trees. It was a
large portion of land surrounded by trees covered by millions of
white-yellow daisies and red poppies.
"This is beautiful, John! How did you know it was here?"
"It is the place where my dream with you as angel takes place. In
that stone we found you crying because you had lost me." He looked into my
eyes, and I melted as he sighed.
"John, let your dream partially come true. I know my role because
you have told me." He started to undress, in fact, we only wore shorts,
shirt, underwear and sandals; it was hot in May and especially at that
time; I did the same and he sat on the stone as I had seen him in my
dreams; only he needed the wings because he was even prettier. He made as
he was crying, I approached from behind and I extended my arms round his
chest. I could see his dick erected pointing out.
"Why are you crying, my beautiful angel?" He then grinned and
answered changing a little bit the wording:
"Because I have lost my angel lover, he is my best friend. I will
die if I cannot be with him. He is my love, my heart, my life; if he is
lost or dead I'll be dead, too; because my life would have no object
without him being near me." In spite that he was representing his roll, he
really felt what he was saying because I saw a blur on his beautiful
eyes. I could not stand and hugged him very tight and turning around we
hugged tenderly.
"You will never lose me, my angel. I'll be near you as long as you
want me." We stayed in the middle of the beauty of the meadow lying down on
a flowerbed, our bodies together and our hard dicks pushing against our
crotches. Soon we changed into a passionate momentum. "I would want to eat
you without hurting your precious body."
"Go ahead." I was on top of him and started licking and sucking his
chin, his neck and his nipples. I turned round and advanced licking his
navel at the same time mine was on top of his face. I felt his tongue
touching and licking my body. I trembled; went further and met his lovely
dick, its head half covered peeking out thru the foreskin and with a drop
of clear liquid on his pee slit. I could not help and I put it into my
mouth as I felt mine into his. I wanted to eat his total package into my
mouth, but our bodies had grown a lot during the last few months, and what
I could do a few month ago now it was impossible; the tip of his dickhead
touched my throat intending to get all into me. We sucked each other
eagerly caressing his ball sack at the same time. I felt my orgasm
approaching quickly and I heard his loud moans thru his nose. I left his
dick and he left mine. I turned around again and I started kissing him in
all parts of his beautiful face, quivering and gasping.
"I want this to last forever."
"I do, but we are very hot." He smiled. In addition, that beautiful
grimace made me mad and I started again sucking him. I lapped his crotch
and I could notice the near imperceptible white fuzz that had started
growing at the base of his dick, announcing the coming puberty. That even
excited me more. I sucked his balls, one after the other; his dick touching
my ear I continued licking between his smooth and white legs. I near
screamed when I felt his tongue between my legs and balls, so I could not
resist anymore. I returned to his dick and saw two drops of precum running
down his dickhead. I lapped them and I savoured it with a lovely salty
taste, like to blood. My body tensed as I felt the need of pee coming up to
my dickhead; I sucked him and our bodies stopped breathing and I got as
rigid as a log when that tremendous feeling exploded into me. I pushed down
into his mouth and he pushed up his hip into mine. I collapsed on top of my
lover until I recovered my breath; then I continued sucking him until I
noticed his little brother was fully satisfied, at least for the moment. I
recovered my original position but on my right side, looking into his eyes
and he into mine.
Instinctively we kissed on the lips for a long love kiss. We were sweating
and hot under the warm sun of the afternoon. We had been very stressed
during the past days and now we had released all our tensions thru our
sexual acts. This action drove us to a lovely bliss and somnolence and soon
we were hard asleep cuddled in a love embrace. Two hours later, we woke up
as we heard boys' shouts on the distance calling us. We rubbed our eyes and
my lovely friend said:
"I think we had a great and disserved siesta. Let's dress, Francis
will be here in a moment and he doesn't know anything about our dream." We
quickly put on the shorts, then I stood and waved the boys; the twins,
little Joan and Francis were approaching to the tree. We ran, and met them
in the middle of the meadow. We played during some time and then returned
to the farm. That was a lovely weekend: good weather, good health and our
childhood, that within a little more of one year, would go into another
exciting time: the puberty and adolescence. That is part of other chapters.
Chapter 28
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Jim had been very lucky; he found in the school a friend and lover, his
roommate Françoise. He was the son of a wealthy man. They had invited
him to spend Christmas in their large mansion in Normandy; there, Jim knew
Margarita, Françoise's twin sister; both fell in love. He also knew
their half brother, Charlie, who came from America; he was a near 9 y/o
little blond boy that worshipped his brother and sister. Their mother had
died three years back in America.
Summer came and many events took place; I cannot describe all of them
because that would take thousands and thousands of pages, however, I will
do with the most important ones. Frankie and I continue our weekly
overnights, enjoying our love and our young lives but not all the time we
had sex. We enjoyed being together; especially when we were in bed chatting
about everything. This most of the times led to mutual sucking. Fucking
each other diminished drastically because we knew we did not like being
fucked, nevertheless, we never lost the opportunity to fuck somebody else,
and that was my case that I did more often to Francis, since he enjoyed
both directions.
Jim and Françoise announced their arrival; they had preferred to come by
train instead by air because in that way they enjoyed much more. The
arrival day to the city main station, we went the six boys dressed in our
new summer clothes; Manuel and Louis dressed the same, as twins. I can
tell that many persons turned their head to see such a beautiful boys gang,
however most of the stares were for little Joan and my lover Frankie. Frank
and Margaret were very proud hearing people comments. The loudspeakers
announced the train arrival to platform number one, we gathered there and
as the train entered, we could see a blond head thru one of the windows. We
ran there. Jim waved and shouted to us. They descended with a backpack on
their hands. I would have not recognized him if I had seen alone in a
street, I suppose it happened the same to him. He was much taller, a wide
chest and long arms of a teenager. His skin was very white, as he ever had
seen the sun. Françoise descended behind him; he was a beautiful young
teenager, as tall as Jim was and with the same physical features. Jim with
tears hugged and kissed his mom; meantime Frank did the same with
Françoise since he was the only one who knew him. Then Jim hugged and
kissed his dad while Margaret kissed Françoise on the cheeks. Then Jim
hugged Frankie and me. Little Joan was near but a little shy because he did
not know what to do; he had not recognized his uncle; Jim looked at him in
the eyes, kneeled, and opened his arms for him. Little Joan jumped to his
strong chest and Jim raised him; little Joan said:
"I didn't recognize you, you are so changed..." He then kissed his
uncle on the lips saying, "I love you, Uncle Jim." Jim kissed him and
rubbed his back. Then he went to the twins that both at the same time
hugged him making a heap. Still with Joan in his arms, Jim said:
"Françoise let me introduce you the rest of my beautiful tribe."
He started from Frankie, but the French boy stopped him:
"You don't need it; you are John." I blushed being recognized, he
kissed me on the cheeks, and then, looking at the twins he said, "Manuel
and Louis, am I right." The twins grinned and kissed him. Then he took
little Joan from Frank arms and kissed the little star that was feeling the
centre of the scene. Jim then said:
"My god! You boys are so changed, so tall, so beautiful... but where
is my beautiful little Francis?" The lovely angel was standing behind his
granddad, Frank; a little bit embarrassed he came blushing. Jim hugged him
very tight. "My god, you are even prettier than when I left!" Then looking
to his friend, he added, "Françoise, here you are the Apollo of our
family." Françoise looked at him carefully and then hugged and kissed
my little nephew.
"Yes, you were right, Jim. He is a beautiful creature." Francis
blushed. Jim's mom then hugged again his son; she said:
"Wait to see the rest in the farm, especially Nuria." Little Joan
then said:
"Uncle Jim, she's so beautiful that boys in the school always tell
her she is very hot, but you know? She grins everybody and thanks. She is
cool, I can tell you." Jim hugged his father's favourite grandson.
"I'm sure she does. She is very popular and not shy at all."
Jim placed his arms round his dad and mom shoulders and started talking
about the incidents on the journey; and why they did not come by air. We
picked the luggage up and boarded our train to the village in platform
five. The wagon looked as a school party with so many well- dressed boys. A
teenager boy entered in the wagon and after a minute, he approached Jim,
they looked each other into the eyes and then they hugged very tight.
"Robert! Robert! My friend! You are so changed."
"The same you, I'm fourteen. I can tell you that wouldn't have
recognize you if I had not seen Frankie and your parents with you." Jim
then introduced Francis to him, however as he did not speak French, Francis
said a few words in Spanish as he did with us. I must clarify that since
Jim left, all of us started learning French with much or less success; the
best to speak it in the short time, was Nuria, and even better since she
tore out the page with Francis' picture. We stopped in the village at
Frankie's home; except Jim and Françoise, we, all the boys took our
bikes and flew to the farm. They arrived in their little car a couple of
hours later, dressed with the new clothes extracted from Jim's parcel. That
was a wonderful evening; all family round them together, however the most
emotional part was when Jim hugged his brother Tomas, and introduced
Françoise to Nuria. Françoise looked into her blue eyes, and watching
her blond long plaits that reached her shoulders, he kissed her on the
cheeks. They felt an electrical current thru their bodies and both
blushed. As she told me later, she did not expect so a handsome boy like
him, so tall and so muscular. Francis said more or less the same. He said,
"She was very similar to an old picture of my mom when she was thirteen and
was in the orphanage. I fell in love and I knew she was the girl of my
life."
Charles, Françoise's dad, had bought thru Mr. Hermann a large villa near
the seaside, as he told us sometime later, it was the best investment he
ever did. The large house had been built on top of a small sea cliff,
surrounded by pine trees that reached to near seawater. On the bottom,
there was a small sandy beach only accessible from the house, since there
were large boulders on each side of the beach. Thousands years ago the sea
had made a cave of approximately ten metres high, 20 wide and about 50
depth. In the old times the sea entered into the cavern, however, now only
in case of rough seas the waves reached into half of it; normally the
maximum was the entrance of the cave. The previous owner had built a stairs
starting from a terrace in front of the house to the beach. Charles also
bought a large portion of land to the left and right side of the house,
duly fenced in order to keep privacy.
From the terrace in front of the house, you could see: to the right, the
high mountains of a next cape, and to the left, after a couple of
kilometres, a large white sand beach and the small town. Looking to the
south you could only see the blue Mediterranean Sea waters and vessels
sailing on it. It was and still is a paradise. Today there are many villas
built near the house, but still this is the only one with direct access to
the beach.
A week later, after Francis and Jim's arrival, Charles, Charlie and
Margarita arrived. Frankie, his parents, Jim and Françoise went to the
city's airport to receive them. After crossing customs and police
checkpoint and thru the glass wall, Margarita and Charlie saw the family in
the main hall. Margarita excited advised his dad:
"Dad, we have seen Françoise and Jim outside. While you pick up
the luggage we'll meet them."
"Okay, I'll join you as soon as I collect the suitcases." Hand in
hand, Charlie and Margarita flew to where the family was waiting for
them. They ran. Margarita launched herself into her young "husband's" arms
hugging kissing him on the lips, no mattering to her whether their parents
and public were there. Charlie jumped into his brother arms with tears on
his beautiful eyes. He kissed his younger brother and calmed him.
"I love you big brother. I was anxious to see you again." Margarita
blushed when she saw the adults and the handsome boy looking at her. Before
she could be introduced, the girl hugged and kissed tenderly Margaret. "I'm
very happy to know you Margaret; you are as beautiful as your son told me."
Then addressing to Frank she could see an old man, but still very handsome
and strong. She hugged and kissed him on the cheeks. "Frank you must feel
very proud of having such lovely sons." While she was hugging her future
family, Charlie separated from his brother.
"I suppose this boy is Frankie, am I right."
"You are right, Charlie." Frankie said, hugging and kissing the boy
on the cheeks, as it is traditional in France. Margarita touched Frankie on
the shoulder, he turned around and Margarita kissed him on the
cheeks. "Your brother didn't lie when he told me you were the handsomest of
the family." Frankie blushed deeply. In that moment, Charles arrived
followed by a porter with the suitcases that delivered to a uniformed
driver. After introducing each other, they went to the airport parking. As
they were walking, Margarita had his left arm round Jim's waist and talking
to Margaret and Frank that were at her right side.
"Tell me, Margaret: What did you do to get so beautiful sons?"
Margaret grinned proudly and said:
"I only did two things, daughter." Looking to her husband, she
continued: "A handsome husband and a lot of love. The Nature made the
rest." Margarita grinned and kissed on the cheek her future mother in
law. Then Charles said:
"Frank, I must take your older son with me to the villa, otherwise
my daughter will kill me, unless she goes with you."
"I think you need to have a little rest. I will see you in my
village this afternoon. On the other hand, we must be prepared to share our
son with someone to whom he loves. It is Mother Nature's Charles."
"Dad, I want to know the rest of Jim's family. You can have a rest,
but as soon as I have a shower I want to go to the village and the farm."
"Me, too." Charlie said." Françoise ruffled his little brother's
hair and he argued: "What's about me?
"Okay. You can go, but I want you back before nightfall. I'll see
you tomorrow then, Frank." Frankie and his parents went to their home and
the rest to the villa. As soon as Frankie got into the village, he took his
bike and flew to the farm spreading the news. All, girls, boys and adults
were near him listening how he described Jim's girlfriend and his little
brother.
"She is beautiful, however..." He stopped for some seconds staring
at Nuria, he continued: "Nuria is still more beautiful than Margarita, at
least for me." The young blond girl blushed and proudly kissed her young
uncle.
"Thanks Frankie, you are very polite." When will they come?"
"During the afternoon, I suppose; because now it is time for lunch."
"In that case little brother, you stay here with us." Tomas
said. Then I asked:
"What about me, Rose?" She hugged me saying:
"You are the prince of this house."
We had lunch, and when the sun heat was lessening, a large car appeared at
the entry of the main gate and continued to the house. Françoise
descended followed by a lovely blond girl a little bit shorter than Jim
was, with gracious freckles under her eyes. Immediately, a lovely curly
blond haired boy of about 8 or 9 y/o and Jim came out from the car. All
went to my sister's house. We ran out and I was the first to meet them. The
girl looked at me and said:
"I suppose you are John."
"You are right. Welcome home Margarita." She kissed me, and then
hugged and kissed little Francis. Little Joan had already arrived and
looking at him she added. "You must be the most precious boy of the world:
Joan." Joan did not understand her because he could not speak French;
however, he guessed what she was telling him. "I'm introducing you my
little brother Charlie, he is near nine." Jim translated for her and then
the little boy said:
"The same as I am. Come on Charlie; I'll show you the farm." Charlie
clearly understood his new friend as a natural thing he answered in a mix
of Spanish and English: Please, but first I would like to know your mom."
Everybody looked at each other astonished, and then Françoise asked:
"Charlie, where did you learn to speak Spanish?"
"Spanish? I don't know, I have many friends in the school from Cuba
and Puerto Rico, and we always talk like this when we plays." Without any
importance, he grabbed little Joan's hand and went to my sister Rosemary's
house. She saw the little couple coming followed by all of us. My sister
lowed to her knees in order to be at the boys' level; then Joan said:
"Charlie, this is my mom. I love her a lot." The little boy looked
into Rosemary's eyes and politely extended his little hand saying in his
Spanish:
"How do you do Mrs..." He did not know her surname. My sister loved
her children probably as any other mother; however, she had something that
any child immediately detected: love. None of my other sisters, even my
mom, had that quality. She, instead of taking the little boy's hand took
him in her arms and raised him, kissing his lovely cheeks and hair.
"You, my little prince, don't need to use any polite protocol with
me. Please treat me as you would do to your mom." Charlie blue eyes blurred
and hugged Rosemary hard and started kissing her. She took him into the
house while the rest were astonished and continued the introduction of each
other. Rosemary took Charlie to the sofa and sat him on his lap with Joan
on his back. "Please, my little prince, don't cry, that breaks my heart."
After a couple of minutes, she tenderly separated him, dried his tears and
kissed him again. Françoise approached Rosemary and said:
"Rosemary, our mom used to call us little prince or princess, to
Margarita." The older boy and girl were with a blur on their eyes watching
his little brother."
"I understand." Then looking at the little boy's she said: "While
you are here, I'll be very proud if you call me mom, mom Rosemary or
whatever you like. We all love you Charlie."
"Do you love me? The boy said in his innocent voice.
"Yes, I do. I love any child, but you are special because you have
come from a far country.
"Then, can I call you mom?" Little Joan answered him.
"Yes, you can; and since she is our mom we are brothers. Aren't we,
Francis?"
"Yes, we are." Charlie hugged Francis and Joan.
"Then brother, please show me the farm." He took little Joan's hand
and they ran outside to see the farm and be introduce to the rest of the
family. He immediately connected with everybody because he could speak our
language while Françoise and Margarita needed Jim or someone as
interpreter. The following days were happy ones. Margarita and Nuria became
close friends. She had little presents for the girls; she had brought the
new fashion swimming suits called bikini. The girls received the garments
enthusiastically; however, my sisters, especially the older ones, were very
reluctant to accept it. They promised to use it just in lonely beaches; or
where other persons wore them too. However, Rosemary seemed not to mind at
all about Nuria.
The plans were that Margarita and Françoise would remain during four
weeks, departing about middle of August; Jim would travel back two weeks
later. Charlie would only stay three weeks, then Uncle Carl (Charles'
lover) would come and Charles would go back to France with Charlie that
would fly to US a week later. Those were the plans, but it cost a lot to
carry out with them. Nevertheless, let us continue without advancing any
event.
The seaside was about half of an hour riding with the bikes. We were near
12 y/o boys, and responsible enough; so we were allowed to go to the villa
whenever we stayed together. The group formed by Frankie, the twins Francis
and myself went near everyday to enjoy the little beach. Little Joan spent
all the time in the villa while Charlie remained there. They became
inseparable pals. We descended to the small beach, swam and played as
pirates on the caves completely naked, taking advantage of the privacy. It
was real fun. Most of the times, Françoise and Jim joined our group,
also naked; the girls never had the bikini out. We, the older boys, wanted
to see them nude, but we could not. We could observe Jim and Françoise
large dicks even when they were soft.
One Saturday that only Frankie and I were there; the sea seemed more a lake
than a sea; it was a lovely summer day. About mid morning, Charles said he
would go to pay a visit to Mr. Hermann to arrange all related to Jim. When
they served lunch, the service people left, because Françoise told them
they would arrange the dishes. Only the old guardian remained at his house
at the entrance of the villa, so we were alone. We had lunch, cleared the
dishes and ordered everything. Margarita then said:
"We want to show you something, it was very important for Jim and
me; however you must promise not to tell anybody. It is not very important
for others, but it is for us. My dad knows it, so it is not a great secret
in the family, anyway. We do not want anybody to know it, except you. Will
you promise?" We looked at each other, Charlie grinned and we all answered
at unison:
"Yes, we promise." Then Frankie said:
"We are brothers and we will never tell anybody, unless you
authorise us." Jim then said:
"Please Francis, go ahead. We have nothing to fear. He called
Françoise the same as our little nephew when he was not there, in order
to prevent confusion. Françoise entered in his room and came with a hard
built suitcase; he opened it and extracted a movie sound projector that had
hired in the town. From a square box, he got a reel full with film. When he
had the equipment ready, he put on the lights and drew down the windows
blinds and shutters. We were excited because we thought it might be an
erotic film; only thinking that made my dick start to grow; however, the
presence of Joan and Charlie were reasons enough to discard it. Charlie
grinned and said something into Joan's ear. Françoise then said:
"Charlie, please put off the lights." As he did, Francis started the
machine; after a few seconds the music started like in the movies; and a
title:
""MARTINEZ-LAMBERT'S WEDDING.. 3rd January, 1961.""
Nobody could see it in the darkness, but we opened our mouths in
disbelief. Now the music changed to the well-known "Nuptial March" from
Mendelssohn. The camera focussed to Charlie's room door. The little boy
appeared giving the hand to his sister. He looked like a beautiful prince;
he had chosen his brother's dress used in a theatre school play. Francis
loved that dress; it represented a St. Jacques' Middle Age Military
Knight. It was white with a large red cross on the chest, golden epaulettes
on the shoulders and two gold cordons hanging from his left shoulder to his
chest. Margarita was wearing a beautiful dress and Jim wore an elegant
smoking; he seemed a real gentleman, come out from a movie. Margarita also
was wearing a family tiara parting her lovely yellow hair that cascaded on
her shoulders; she seemed a young fairy. In the darkness, I pressed
Frankie's hand and we sighed. On her hand, Margarita was carrying a little
bunch of 5 fresh roses, three yellow and two dark-red. Jim advanced and
kissed her right there; she looked right as a fairy that came from a
tale. Francis was also dressed in a black smoking. Charlie smiled satisfied
as he entered into the room. In the background, however, we could see a
large painting that Charlie proudly said was his mom, and Margarita and
Francis when they were little. I noticed a couple tears along the little
child's cheeks as he sighed. The movie continued and we watched how Charlie
placed his sister hand on Jim's that smiled at him. Françoise
disappeared from the scene a few seconds and then came again into it;
slowing the music; he then said:
""We are reunited here in front of our mother to marry Margarita and
Jim. I'm assisted by my little brother Charles Peter Lambert as a principal
witness."" Charlie smiled and could not resist the temptation to kiss his
brother. "Let's continue: Margarita, Jim, have you come freely without any
objection of anyone obliging you?"
"Yes, we have." They answered at unison.
"Do you love each other?" They stared into each other eyes, pressed
their hand, and very loudly said:
"Yes, we do."
"James Martinez, from Spain, I'm Françoise Lambert, your friend,
acting as the elder Judge: do you accept Margarita Lambert, from Normandy,
as you wife as long you live, caring your children, loving them as we have
been loved?"
"Yes, I do, with all my heart." Then Charlie said:
"Margarita Lambert, from Normandy, I'm your brother Charles Peter
Lambert acting as the younger Judge: do you accept James Martinez from
Spain, as your husband as long as you live, caring your children, loving
them as we have been loved by our mom?" I could see how the potent lights
illuminated Margarita young lovely face and two tears on her freckled
cheeks. She hugged her little brother tightly saying:
,
"Yes, I do with all my heart and soul." Then Françoise said:
"Please Charlie, the rings:" Jim and Margarita looked at each
other. Françoise added, "Sorry they are silver ones, we had no money, I
borrowed from Charlie that at the same time he borrowed from Uncle Carl; we
gave all of our savings for the Spanish children." We all laughed as the
movie showed Charlie searching into his pocket and gave the rings to his
brother; then Françoise continued: "Now Margarita and Jim, Jim and
Margarita; once you have crossed your rings and promised eternal love..."
Françoise paused and Charlie continued:
"We, as Judges and your brothers, we declare you wife and husband,
husband and wife for the rest of your lives. Moreover, we also accept the
compromise to look after you and your children even your grandchildren, if
it is necessary during our lives."
"The same we will." The couple said at unison.
"Congratulations! You can kiss the bride, Jim." They kissed tenderly
a long kiss. Then Françoise kissed Jim and Margarita. Charlie jumped on
their arms and both kissed and hugged him many times. Those moments were
the expression of effusion and deep love. In the instant a voice came off
from downstairs from their father: "Boys and girl!... The End appeared with
some added music and an epilogue:
""END OF PART ONE. PART TWO WILL TAKE PLACE WITHIN SOME YEARS FROM NOW,
WITH THE OFFICIAL, NOT REAL, WEDDING. UNTIL THEN, BE VERY HAPPY AS WE ARE-
JIM & MARGARITA.""
I could see Frankie with his large beautiful eyes wide open. We were all
astonished; well not all, all that had not participated in the event.
Charlie put on the lights and we caught Jim and Margarita kissing
passionately; I could observe on the elder boys, how their dicks were
tenting their shorts. Margarita now clearly addressing to Nuria said:
"Nuria, do you want to celebrate yours." She doubted a moment, gazed
at Françoise blushing as she said:
"I feel now his wife and he is my young husband. We prefer to wait
a few years to celebrate the real and official wedding together. It won't
be too long, I promise." We laughed, and we kissed Margarita with
congratulations.
End of Part III