Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 17:36:57 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends Part 4

				  Part IV
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Chapter 29
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We realised the elder boys wanted to do something more than to kiss, and we
were impeding their plans, therefore I said:

       "Well boys, let's go to swim, the sea is as a lake." Joan and
Charlie cheered up.

       "Yes, let's go." Frankie looked at me and he guessed my thoughts. We
dashed away to the large terrace and down the stairs to the little bay. Up
from there we could sea the clear water and the bottom of the sea. It was a
lovely place and day to swim. In the midway, we took off our swimming-suits
and I watched my lover erected dick dangling as he quickly walked to the
beach. We jumped into the clear water and did what normally children do in
such circumstances.

We played swam during more than an hour; when we were tired we came out,
dried with the large towels and lay under the cave protection, so that our
heads were in shadow and the bodies on the sun. We could not stop thinking
about the wedding; and what the elder boys and girls were doing in those
moments. Joan and Charlie were joking and laughing, but our dicks were hard
as rocks and some precum coming from our dickheads. We were terribly hot
and needed a release; however, in that moment, Charlie said:

       "Look Joan, what a large dick Frankie and John have!" The view made
their little weenies start to grow. Joan said:

       "John, can I touch it? It is huge compared with ours." I doubted
because I did not want them to believe we were excited to invite to touch
us. Nevertheless, I thought it would be lovely to feel the little hand
round my cock.

       "Well... but only once." Charlie then asked:

       "Frankie, can I touch you, too?" Frankie did not doubt, and said:

       "Okay Charlie, but you cannot tell anyone."

       "Okay." Joan that was near me, wrapped my dick and stroked it a
couple of times while his left hands started rubbing his own little cock.

       "It is hot, John. What's the water on your dickhead?"

       "It is precum, which is to lube it when I'm rubbing, so it does get
sore, otherwise I have to spit saliva on it." Charlie did the same to
Frankie and then they returned to their towels.  Charlie said:

       "Joan, let's compared our dicks." He jumped on top of Joan and sat
on his upper legs; he took in his left hand Joan's dick and stroked it a
couple of times, then put them together. The sensations made the little
boys to moan in delight. I could not wait anymore, I jumped on top of
Frankie, and as he was waiting for me, he opened his arms round me. Our
crotches rubbed against each other up and down; our mouths met passionately
and our tongues whirled inside trying to extract any saliva from our
mouths. We were hot, so a couple minutes later we were moaning and gasping;
our bodies tensed and groans came from our throats as we reached our
climaxes. Joan and Charlie watching us, they imitated our moves and were
rubbing their little weenies, and their lips glued as a play in a continued
kiss, enjoying the new sensations, at least for Joan.

I wonder whether they reached their orgasms or not, but they were very
excited and sweating.  As we received the impact of our orgasms; then we
relaxed during a few minutes to recover; however, our cocks were not fully
satisfied, therefore I took Frankie's hand and dragged him into the cave,
so we could see the little boys playing. They were under our
responsibility.

       We started again kissing; Frankie jumped on top of me and he resumed
our touching, soon he scooted down, and after sucking and licking my balls,
he took my dick into his mouth in 69 position; offering me his cock that I
eagerly took in my moth, sucking it hard. I could see the little boys how
they were wrestling with their little weenies hard, now Charlie was under
Joan and this kissing his friend tenderly. After a few minutes of sucking,
we again reached the point of not return with a loud moan. We continued
sucking each other until our cocks became flaccid; then Frankie turned to
his original position and we started petting. Slowly he whispered on my
ears: In that moment, we saw Joan and Charlie quietly pecking on the cheeks
and laughing. We remained in silence for about five minutes, the Joan said:

       "John, please suck me as you have done to Frankie." I did not expect
that, but he saw my doubt and insisted. "Please, please, please John." He
said that with so a sweet little voice that I could not think different but
to suck him. Then Charlie asked Frankie:

       "Frankie, please, will you do the same to me?" Frankie doubted to
answer but the little boy insisted: "Please, please, please Frankie. I love
you." Frankie looked at me and I nodded, he then said:

       "Well, we shouldn't do this, however, you are special for us, but
must not mention it to anybody and under any circumstance. Is it clear?"
The little boys widened their evil smiles at unison answered:

       "We promise!" We knew what to do in order they kept the best memory
of their first blowjob. Frankie would follow my actions. We kneeled near
each little boy. Then I said:

       "Let's go into the cave so no one can see us. Joan, lay on your
back." He obediently did, his little short and thick weenie pointing out to
the cave's ceiling. I kissed him tenderly on the lips and I felt his little
tongue trying to get into my mouth; I opened it and he instinctively
explored my mouth. I left his lips and started licking his beautiful
neck. He giggled excited when he felt my tongue exploring him. I raised his
lovely arms up and I licked his armpits. He laughed uncontrollably with the
erotic and ticklish sensation and I could see his dick jerking with each
heartbeat. I sucked his tiny nipples, one after the other, that sent new
sensations because now he was not grinning, but increasing his breaths; his
eyes closed. I scooted down a little, and explored his navel, and then I
continued to his crotch. I felt the lovely salty flavour of his smooth
velvety skin, now brown with a fine tan that we all had after two weeks of
a daily sun exposure. I raised his legs up to his chest; in front of me was
that beautiful little butt that I loved so much. I excitedly explored
licking the crevice between his anus and his shrunk ball sack. He moaned as
he felt the electrical currents emanating from that sensitive part of his
young body. I reached to his precious weenie and with my lips, I dragged
back his foreskin introducing his total pack into my mouth. His little body
started to squirm in delight, as he could not explain what was happening to
him. I sucked it, I felt his little hand on my heads trying to move it away
to avoid that torture of pleasure he was receiving and could not cope with.

       "Oh! Ahg!

The two little boys were moaning, tilting their beautiful heads from one
side to other of the towels near screaming:

       "John, plea...se, st... op". Frank, please, st...op."

We smiled but we continued without minding the boys' laments. However,
those screams also affected us. I could not help; I started stroking my
dick wildly as Joan's hands moved thru my hair and back neck pleading me to
stop his torture. Soon I noticed how his little body got rigid with
spasms. He tried to reach his little dick that was into my mouth; he arched
his hips as I put my left hand under his butt and lifted it up to my
mouth. I heard two groans and the little boys collapsed exhausted on their
back breathing heavily and sweating. I continued sucking his little weenie
as I finally reached one of the strongest orgasms of my life. I lay near
his crotch still with his dick into my lips, now quickly getting
flaccid. When we all recovered, the little experienced American said:

       "Wow! It has been wonderful, even better than when I fucked the
girls in France." Little Joan smiled still in a cloud. He said:

       "John, I never thought it was as good. He kissed me. I joined
Frankie and I put my head near his with a peck on his lovely lips; Joan
said to Charlie:

       "Have you fucked a girl on the bed?" Charlie smiled at him.

       "Yes, on the bed." I do not know what his answer was, because the
warm of the cave and our tiredness closed our eyes and we drifted to sleep,
the shadow now fully covering us.  We woke up some time later, probably a
couple of hours, because the shadow had advanced a few metres, hearing the
shouts and yells of the two young couples. Françoise and Nuria on one
side, Jim and Margarita, on the other, were playing, splashing water. We
contemplated them; the little boys jumped from the towels and started
swimming. I could see how Françoise and Nuria stopped playing; they swam
a little bit deeper, he was behind her, and I instinctively guessed what
they were doing. I was good on diving; I could be under the water near four
minutes without taking any air. After a few minutes, I said:

       "Come on Frankie. Let's dive and see who remain more time under the
water." We jumped into the quiet water, disturbing Joan and Charlie that
had started building a sand castle.  I swan to Françoise and Nuria, I
approached and I saw they were moving their legs to keep stability; but I
also could see how Françoise had impaled her from behind, his dick was
near fully inside her vagina, and his hand rubbing my niece's lovely little
breasts. I emerged a little far from them, but they were with their eyes
closed as probably were reaching their climax. I dove again and I passed
near them. I could see the semen being spurted from Françoise's cock. I
do not exactly know what I felt in that moment: jealous because he had
finished what I had started some months ago... envy. I still do not
know. Surely, I felt miserably, regret and a lot of shame because I knew I
had violated their sacred intimacy. I promised myself never, never again to
do it. I would have liked to ask them to forgive me; obviously, that was
impossible and I knew it. I wished to cry but instead I quickly swam and
emerged well separated from them. I dragged the towel to the sun and I lay
on it. Frankie came to my side; he lay near me, our noses near touching.

       "Why are you sad, my lovely friend?" I diverted my sight to the
sand; I dared not to look at him, however I had no secret for him.

       "I'm terribly ashamed, Frankie. I feel miserable and dirty." He
looked astonished to me.

       "Why? What have you done to feel like that?" I looked at him and
felt a blur on my eyes.

       "Frankie, you know I can dive even for near five minutes without
emerging."

       "Yes, I know that, but I don't think you should have shame for that,
otherwise you must feel proud of it."

       "It depends how you use your gift. Some minutes ago, I dove and saw
how Françoise was fucking our niece, even how he spurted his semen. I
emerged a few metres from them; both were with their eyes closed enjoying
the relax that comes after the orgasm. I don't know why I did it."

       "Well, you should not have done it, but..."

       "Frankie, Françoise is our friend; he has made a lot of thing for
us. Why have I violated their privacy? How would we feel if they spied us
like that? I have behaved like a rat." Tears came down my face; I notice
Frankie's hand cleaning them, then he kissed my forehead.

       "I guess how you feel, but I'm afraid, there is not an easy
solution. You truly regret it, for me I think it is enough."

	"Thank you, Frankie. You have released something from my heart, I
feel a lot better.  Let's help the little evils to build up their castle."
We stood and joined them. We built a lovely sand castle; they were so proud
that Charlie came and hugged me from behind with thanks.  Later we went
upstairs to the kitchen to help Jim that was preparing supper. Frankie then
asked me:

 	"You look very happy. What has happened to this sudden change?" I
grinned.

	"You are the cause of my happiness. Don't you know that?" Frankie
smiled as he answered.

	"I understand, that's why you are unique in the world for me." Jim
smiled hearing us talking about our mutual love.

Charles came and found all of us naked, except the girls, having dinner. He
put on shorts and joined us as normal. Then Charley asked him whether he
could sleepover Joan's home, he granted it, however subjected to Joan's mom
approval; they contacted my sister and she was very pleased to get both
boys together for a couple of nights. They were jumping of happiness.
Round 7:00 pm, Frankie and I rode our bikes to the farm; an hour later came
Charles driving his large car with Nuria and the two little boys. My sister
received them with kisses:

       "Come boys, Charlie take your backpack to Joan's room." My sister
Rosemary was, and still is, the most wonderful woman keeping her children's
rooms tidy and beautifully decorated.  She was special, none of my other
sisters, even my mom, could compare with her. I loved her house. Both boys
went upstairs and when Charlie entered, stopped astonished:

       "Joan, what a beautiful room you have!"

       "I suppose yours must also be a lovely one. My mom is very special."

       "Joan, my room is probably four times the size of this one; however
it is not ten per cent as nice. You are very lucky having a mom like
yours. I would change all my toys, my room and everything I posses for this
one and being with you forever." My sister was outside and overheard the
boys' conversation.

       "Well, Charlie, I'm your friend and my mom is also your mom. You can
stay with me all the time you want. Ask papa Charles and your dad to stay
with me. I would be very happy. Can you imagine how many things we could do
together? It would be great, Charlie." As Joan watched some blur on his
friend's eyes, he hugged him. "I'll try to hep you. Do you want me to ask
papa Charles for you?"

       "No, I'll do myself, but I know the answer. Adults have many
arguments; even they don't allow me to remain with my brother and sister
the time I would wish; nevertheless, when I'm eighteen everything will
change, and if you still are my friend, I'll come to stay with you."

       "I'll always be your friend, no matter if you come here or not."
Joan changed the subject and soon they forgot their conversation. However,
my sister told the family, Nuria told her boyfriend and Françoise told
his dad and Margarita. When Charles heard that, he said:

       "We must get a solution about this; his father cannot play with
Charlie's happiness."

       "We agree with you dad, or his dad changes his life pattern about
our brother or we will do our best to bring him with us. If you dare not to
do it, as soon as we are eighteen, we will claim our right in respect of
our brother."

       "I fully backup you, sons. I'll talk seriously to him."

We knew thru Jim that Charlie's mother had deserted his children
Françoise and Margarita, when they were five y/o and went to USA. She
did not marry Charlie's father, but registered her son as if he was
Charles' son; she died in a road accident before could get divorced from
her previous husband, Margarita and Francis' father. When they went to her
funeral found they had a brother. Charlie's father had not any right on the
boy; however, Charles permitted the boy remained under his physical
father's custody, whenever he looked after the boy as a real father.  They
agreed he would come every year to France to spend holidays with his sister
and brother.  Nevertheless, he married a stupid woman and the boy hated
her, so he went to live with his grandfather.

Joan enjoyed Charlie's overnight in the farm. That night when they were in
bed, as soon as my sister closed the door, Joan jumped into Charlie's bed
that gladly received him. They immediately took off their underwear and
hugged. After near an hour of chatting, Charlie suggested:

       "Joan, can we do as we did in the cave? I liked it."

       "Yes, do it." Charlie jumped on top of Joan and started kissing Joan
all around his lovely face. Joan giggled satisfied, their little dicks
erected rubbed against each other belly. Then he turned over into a 69
position and took into his mouth Joan's weenie. Joan found in front of him
that little sausage and he took it eagerly into his mouth. After some
minutes, the little evils were sweating and gasping excited. Soon their
bodies got rigid and they received the blessing of a beautiful
feeling. Soon Charlie slipped to his side, drifting to sleep snuggled into
each other arms. That was a lovely weekend, because Francis came to sleep
in my room, all three, Frankie, Francis and myself enjoyed a lot.

The weeks went by quickly; Carls came to relieve Charles and everything was
ready for Charles and Charlie to depart for France. It was planned they
would fly to Paris and a few days later, he would take the boy to New York;
where his father would pick him up; however the moment to say goodbye in
the farm was too hard. Charlie was sobbing all the time, when he hugged
little Joan, both started crying loudly; they broke the heart of all who
were there.

       "Please, please, Charlie, don't leave me, please stay with me, my
mom love you, I love you, and all love you. Why do you need to go? Why?"
All of this mixed with sobs and abundant tears in a mixed hug. Charlie
hugged even tighter his new friend and only screamed:

       "I don't want to go to US; I want you and my brothers. Please,
please, papa Charles, leave me here." Charles approached the two hugged
little boys; he tried to separate them in order to make easier their
farewell, but it was impossible. He could not bear the gaze of Charlie
pleading not to take him to US. Françoise touched his father shoulder,
he said:

       "Dad, please, let Jim and I to convince them; I'm sure Joan will
help us. They are good boys; however, are too nervous now. On the other
hand, you could fly directly from Spain to LA, thus Charlie could stay here
a further week, meantime we can change his mind." Charles thought for a
moment and said:

       "You are right, son; please try to calm them down, we can leave them
here the weekend." Françoise and Jim approached the boys kneeling in
front of them, immediately Charlie hugged his brother from the neck.

       "Please brother, don't take me to US, I want to remain here with you
and Margarita; I don't want to go back." Francis looked into his brother
lovely blue eyes and said:

       "First of all, you are Charles Peter Lambert, not Charlie. You are a
little man; I suppose you have not forgotten what happened last Christmas
in your room with that lovely girl." The boy stopped his sobbing when he
heard his brother calling him as a man, he continued: "Men always try not
to cry and face things as they are."

       "But brother, I don't want to face again the witch; I'm a Norman and
I want to remain in my country. US is not my country, it is only the land
where I was born."

       "Things are like they are and we cannot change, at least until I'm
eighteen, then I promise you will return definitely to France, if you want
that."

       "I will." Charlie said. "I will." He repeated.

       "Now, you will stop sobbing and apology papa Charles." Jim then said
to both.

       "Papa Charles will fly directly from here to LA instead to go to
France; therefore you can stay here for a further week."

       "Is it true, brother?"

       "Yes, it is."

       "I won't behave like a stupid baby. Sorry brother." He took Joan's
hand and smiled at him. "I can remain with you for another week, even stay
this weekend sleeping with you, we must apology papa Charles. Will you come
with me? He's waiting."

       "Yes, just now." The boys walked to Charles, hugged him and thanked
for letting them to be together for another week, promising they would
behave as little men, not as babies.

Chapter 30
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They went back to the villa and immediately Charles set a long distance
call to US, half an hour later the call went thru, Patrick, Charlie's dad,
answered:

       "Hello, Charles, it is me. How are the children?"

       "Very well, Charlie is in a farm with a friend. He paused. "Patrick
there is serious problems about Charlie and I want to express you my
concerns. First, I must tell you that our wish is that Charlie are happy
with you, he needs you, and we believe you need him. Today has happened..."
Charles told Patrick all about the expression of Charlie in the farm. "He
broke our hearts and we are not ready to bear that again. As you can see,
unless you change you pattern of life you will lose him; and what I'm more
worried about, his brother and sister are clearly determined to exercise
their rights as soon as they reach eighteen. Patrick, you must realise that
Charlie needs love and not a father who cares only about his material
needs, that is not enough, I'm afraid. How many times have you tucked him
in the bed? How many times did you take him to the school or waited him on
his return? None, I suppose. Patrick that child needs you as a father and a
mother, I regret to be rude and tell you that you are doing none of it; yet
you have relied him to the custody of an old man and a woman that..."
Patrick interrupted him.

       "That is a witch. Charles, you are right, and just I have taken a
decision, upon your words. First, I must tell you that I am a divorced man
since this morning; my supposed daughters are not mine. I cannot enter into
details, only we have signed an agreement in order to keep it into privacy;
only a few persons know it. Second, I am travelling tomorrow to Washington
for a meeting. I have received an offer to stay in France during a minimum
of five years to resolve some problems. I am not authorised to release a
single word about it, however, next Wednesday I'll confirm you; meantime
you can say Charlie that he can remain with his brothers as long as they
are in there. Also that he doesn't need to care about coming to US, he will
remain in France with me."

       "Patrick, those are great news; but what about your father? He loves
Charlie, too."

       "He is retired man and can afford to come to France whenever he wish
and stay as long as he wants with us."

       "In that case I would prefer you tell it directly to your son, you
need to regain his heart; it won't be difficult, because he is the sweetest
creature I ever met."

       "Charles, I know you all love him and that fills my heart with pain
because I dismissed him for so long time.

       "It isn't yet too late, Patrick. Think about it. Long time ago, when
Margarita left us, I took the decision of being a mother and a father for
my children. Up to now, it was the best thing I have done in my life."

       "Thanks again Charles. Give a kiss to the family. I'll call you as
said."

       "Goodbye, then."

That is how a new time started for the family. As a premonition, when Joan
and Charlie cuddled in the bed, Charlie looked into Joan's eyes; they were
very close, near rubbing their dug noses.

       "Joan, you are a very pretty boy. Didn't they say it to you?"

       "Well my mom yes, but moms always say things like that about their
sons."

       "I know, but you are very pretty." Charlie instinctively approached
his face and kissed Joan on the lips a very long and tender kiss. Joan
grinned at his friend, hugged him very tight and said:

       "Charlie. I will always be your best friend. Will you be my friend?

       "I promise I will. In addition, when I grow, I will tell Papa
Charles to bring you into the school where Jim and Françoise are now. I
will be there waiting for you. Will you come?"

       "I will. I'll convince my mom and sure they will take me there."

       "Please, don't tell anybody, but I love you." Joan, near sobbing
answered:

       "I love you too, Charlie, but don't tell anybody, too. I love being
with you." Charlie dragged Joan to him and kissed him again on the
lips. They felt how their little dicks were erected and rubbing against
each other crotch; impulsively they started moving up and down as their
pleasure increased. Soon the bed cracked, as they were moving faster and
faster, their lips still glued in a permanent kiss. The need to breathe
freely separated both boys until that wonderful feeling came into their
loins, then to their little sticks. They got rigid as a spasm went thru
their little bodies and, with a muffled moan, they remained quiet, gasping
for air. When they recovered, Charlie said:

       "It was nice; wasn't it?"

       "Yes, indeed. When you depart next day, I won't be there, because
I'll start crying again and we have promised not to do it."

       "Don't worry. Tonight is as if we say our farewell. Good nights
pretty Joan."

       "Good nights, lovely Charlie." A sob started on both boys, they
kissed tenderly again and cuddled into each other arms. A minute later,
they were hard asleep.

Charles talked to his sons about the news; taking care Charlie could not
hear them. On Wednesday, Patrick called.

       "Charles, everything is ready. I am flying tomorrow to Paris with my
father; I'll receive you at the airport. Is Charlie there?"

       "No, he is in the beach with his friend and brothers, I'll call him;
he will be here in a couple of minutes. He's a healthy boy, Patrick, Hold
on." Charles called the boy and he ran upstairs as a bird. When he got
there and recovered his breathing, he took the receiver.

       "Dad, I'm happy you called. I was in the beach playing with my
friend Joan. We are best friends."

       "I'm glad that you are happy."

       "Yes dad, I'm very happy, but I would like not to return home;
except that I miss you and grandpa."

       "Charlie, I have good news for you." At this point, all of us were
surrounding Charlie expecting to see his reaction to the news that we
already knew, except Joan. "You don't need to come; in fact you can stay
there until your brother and sister return." That changed his face, he
opened wide his eyes as a happy expression went thru his sparking
eyes. "Charlie, are you there?"

       "Dad, I, I, can't speak. Did you say I can remain here with my
sister, my brother and my friend?"

       "Yes, that's what I said, unless you want to see me and grandpa,
because we are flying tomorrow to Paris, where you and I will remain for
the next five years." Again, Charlie lost his voice and started to sob
quietly. Charles took the phone until the boy recovered from his
astonishment.

       "Patrick, it is I. Charlie is sobbing with emotion, he is near
ready."

       "Sorry dad, I couldn't help. Do you mean we are going to live in
Paris?

       "Yes, that's what I meant, so I must look for a house and school for
you."

       "But, but, what about the..."

       "The witch?"

       "Sorry, dad; yes."

       "She is not my wife any longer, neither the girls your sisters. I
can't explain you this by phone, son, but I'll do when we meet."

       "Dad, I want to return just now! I want to give you a great hug."
This time was the father who sobbed and he could not help it. He thought he
had lost his son, but still he loved him and they could restart their lost
life, interrupted when he got married. "Are you there, dad?"

       "Yes, son, I am here."

       "Dad, I'll return with Papa Charles next Saturday. Will you be at
the airport?"

       "Of course, son; I will."

       "Jolly good. Dad, do you have a hotel?"

       "Not yet. I must speak to my friends in Paris; they are arranging my
travel problems.  Why?

       "Please tell them to reserve at Champs Elysees Hotel, suite number
one."

       "Have you been in there?"

       "No. It Papa Charles' hotel and Jim and Françoise said it is a
beautiful place to stay.  Ask Mr. Jenkins, the manager, say him you are
being recommended by Charlie Peter Lambert; he will sure attend you."
Patrick smiled at his son's words and the same did Charles."

       "I'll do, son. I'm sure your recommendation will be more than
enough."

       "Dad, I send you a great kiss and another one for grandpa. Please,
tell I love him."  Charlie handed the phone to Charles, who continued
talking with Charlie's father. As soon as he left the phone, he went to his
sister and hugged her, then Françoise and Jim. "From now on, we'll
always be together, we'll never separate again. I could not live without my
truly family." He was again sobbing, but this time of joy. Joan was the
only one that was sad. He was sat down on a corner with his little shrank
dick between his brown tanned legs. Charlie watched him, and taking his
hand, he dragged his friend into his room, closing the door. They hugged
and Charlie kissed Joan on the lips; both started to sob.

       "I'm sorry, Charlie. I promise not to cry, but I'll miss you a lot."

"Me too, Joan, but now I won't be so far away, only in France and together
with Jim. Probably I will come more often to the villa, and the next summer
we will be together for six weeks. We will continue exploring the cave and
do many things together. Please, be happy, otherwise I will start sobbing
like you; I would like to see you joyful; please." Joan looked into his
friend blue eyes; he dragged his face to his and kissed him tenderly, now
smiling. Charlie smirked, and took Joan to the bed. A soft kiss sealed
their early love. "It was very, very nice, Joan.

	"Yes, very nice indeed. Charlie. I'll never forget you."

	"Me too. We'll be best friends forever, Joan." I promise you. Do
you promise be my best friend forever, Joan?"

	"Yes, I promise. But please, don't forget me."

	"I'll never forget you. Never!" Charlie hugged his friend and
kissed him near his ears; that felt ticklish to Joan and he smiled; looking
into his best friend's blue eyes, he returned the kiss on the cheek.

	"Are you happy now?"

      "Yes, now I'm very pleased, that's what matters." Hand in hand, they
went to reunite with the rest. The few days went by quickly and Charlie
left the villa with Charles to Paris. He did not go again to the farm
because he feared could not say goodbye to Joan without sobbing; Joan also
did not come to the villa afterwards.

The two couples plus Carl remained in the villa as Frankie, Francis, the
twins and I rode everyday to the beach, enjoying our company and having
fun; the couples loving each other and having love in all senses; they
enjoyed being in love fucking every night in silence until their bodies
were exhausted. We explored the cave and played as pirates and when our
dicks needed, we licked and sucked one another until we obtained our mutual
gifts shown as lovely orgasms.

The time fleeted and Carl closed the air tickets; they had planned to fly
on Sunday to Paris and then by bus to Orleans, however there was no flight
on Sunday, so they reserved for Saturday; Jim would directly go to the
school, whereas Françoise and Margarita would do to Normandy.  Jim and
his young wife thought it would have been very hard to say goodbye again.

The previous Thursday to their departure during breakfast Carl said he
would spend 24 hours with Mr. Hermann, since they had to finish some
businesses regarding Mr. Hermann's properties in France. Soon after his
departure, Frankie Francis and I arrived on the bikes. It was a very hot
August day. All decided to remain naked, including the girls while they
were inside the house; it needn't to say our eyes were glued on the girls
and our cocks hard as rocks, so the three of us went to the beach and
released our hardness by sucking each other to orgasm; however the best was
prepared for lunch time.

Jim prepared the best meal he knew, and as desserts, a large tart. The
girls laughed, as we did not know what was next. When we finished the main
course, Margarita and Nuria brought the large pie. Jim and Françoise
extended a few large towels on the floor. Jim then said:

	"Now boys we are going to eat you as sweet." Perplexed, Frankie
looked at me and I did to Francis; the two couples grinning slyly. Jim took
a large portion of the tart and started spreading it on my chest, tummy,
butt, dick, buttocks, balls and upper thighs. Françoise did the same on
Frankie and the girls on Francis. I envied Francis. Our cocks were harder
than an iron bar and spilling precum, except Francis. Once they had spread
the tart, Jim started licking my face and taking a large portion of tart
from my chest and kissed me; our tongues savouring the sweetness of the
tart and our saliva. Jim was hard, too, but they had prohibited us to touch
them. The three of us were terribly excited, moaning and wanting a release;
especially little Francis where his sister and Margarita were doing an
excellent job, each on a different side.  When Jim and Françoise reached
our buttocks, parted them and tried to push his tongue into our butt's
hole. I could not resist anymore, my knees buckled, but Jim held me as I
screamed in delight, followed by Frankie and little Francis that had never
experienced being sucked by a girl before; besides he was allowed to
massage Margarita's lovely breasts.

The couple didn't stop there; they continued sucking and licking us, but to
our astonishment, boys and girls relieved on each of us; so after a few
minutes with Francis the girls went to Frankie, and then to me. This was
too much for us. As soon as I saw Margarita mouth engulfing my cock I could
not stop but took their head and kissed the girl passionately. After a long
kiss, she resumed her sucking and in seconds, I had my second orgasm. We
were near exhausted and breathing hard, lying on the towels; nevertheless,
the couples had no mercy on us. They continue their job until a third dry
orgasm hit us and our penises got flaccid. Then they stood and kissed us a
peck. Margarita then said:

	This is our present for you because you are our best friends and we
love you. Now please, go to the beach, we have some business to do." We
grinned in complicity and ran to the fresh cave. We were tired and our
cocks satisfied; so, soon were asleep with a beautiful smile on our
faces. The couples went to their respective rooms and enjoyed their
retained sex and love, then went into a lovely slumber until a couple of
hours later. Round 7:00 pm, we took our bikes and returned home, commenting
the secret adventure, knowing we could never release a word about it, but
to keep for our own enjoyment.

The night came, and after heaving dinner, Françoise and Jim took a
portion of the tart remnant and went to their respective rooms doing what
they had made to us. The following morning after lunch, Carl gave a lift to
the couples to the farm and the village. That was the hard moment,
especially for Françoise and Nuria. My sister allowed them to be a few
minutes in Nuria's room to say goodbye. Hugged and kissed tenderly with
many tears along their cheeks. However, they were young and strong and
understood their love needed sacrifices. Françoise said goodbye to
everybody and went into the car with Margarita, returning to the villa. On
Saturday, all four flew to France.

Chapter 31
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From the moment we had kissed the girls, we continued near every Sunday
waiting for them.  Then we chatted, and most of the times we hided where we
could, and kissed many times. We had to be very careful, to prevent them
being spanked if someone caught us. However, they did not allow us to
massage her lovely little tits, only light touches that made our balls ache
and we had to jerk off after kissing.

Frankie and I were getting ready to go to our new boarding school, so we
took every minute we could to enjoy our sexuality, knowing that, once we
were in there, it would be very difficult to do anything due to the
religious character of it. Since the beginning of summer, we notice the
need of jacking off everyday; we took every opportunity to do it together,
mostly sucking or masturbating each other as well as we spurted a lot of
precum. It was Friday and that day, as scheduled, Frankie had to sleep in
the farm; however, as the next day Jim would depart to Orleans, he stayed
at home. He loved his brother and knew he was missing Margarita, so he
thought to alleviate his sex needs. When they were in their room, Frankie
jumped into his brother's bed. Jim grinned, raised the light cover and
welcomed his loved brother.

They had not sexual contacts since the previous year. Jim had Margarita,
and Frankie had me, and sometimes, the little Francis and the twins. Jim,
as Frankie, always slept naked, so Frankie cuddled into his brother arms
and started kissing him.

	"You miss Margarita, don't you Jim?"

	"Yes, I do." In that moment, he felt jealous of her, but Jim
guessed his thoughts. "She loves you and John a lot, Frankie. I love her,
but in a different way as I love you." He hugged Frankie closer and started
kissing his beautiful face. His brother closeness started to make effect on
him and his dick soon was hard. Jim noticed it and his cock also grew
harder and harder. They looked each other, grinned and instinctively
started kissing passionately; their mouth glued and their tongues revolving
inside. After a few minutes, Jim started flicking his brother neck, down to
his chest; he sucked Frankie's nipples and navel. Frankie took his brother
cock in his hand and stroked it slowly. Now he realised how much Jim had
physically changed; his cock was huge, it doubled his in girth and
length. He thought about the effect that this would make into Margarita's
cunt. Now she was not there and he wanted to replace her, if possible.  He
was gasping as his brother now was sucking his balls.

	"Jim, I, I want you to fuck me." Jim raised his head from his
brother crotch, scooted up and kissed him tenderly.

	"Frankie, you aren't serious, are you?"

	"Yes, I am. I want you to fuck me, if you like it, of course." Jim
again looked into his beautiful brother eyes and again he kissed him on
each eye.

	"Frankie, you are one of the most beautiful creatures I ever
saw. You have a lovely body and soon you will be a very handsome
teenager. Nothing would please me more than to fuck you." Frankie's face
beamed in pleasure to hear his brother words. He thought Jim still was his
real brother. Jim then added: "However, since I love you as I will never
love anyone, I won't even try it. You are my brother to whom I adore." Jim
then uncovered their bodies, and pointing to his hard cock, he continued:
"Even if I wanted, my dick is too big for you, and that would seriously
hurt you." Then Frankie complained.

	"I don't mind, I'm sure you will be tender to me." He ruffled his
brother hair and caressed his erected dick. Jim was trying to convince his
younger brother, yet to fuck his brother was out of his mind.

	"Please, Frankie, see the size and the girth. Your body is not
prepared to receive my dick; that would hurt a lot, even to bleed."

	"But John had fucked me a few times and I have fucked him. Besides
I know some boys of my age fuck with adult men without being hurt."

	"That's different. I have fucked Françoise many times, however
we have grown progressively to use each other; that's what I recommend you
and John if both of you enjoy fucking each other." Frankie could not reject
Jim's argument.

	"Would you, at least, try?" Jim did not want to disappoint his
brother; but he was determined to put and end to that. He loved his brother
too much. For an answer, he quickly scooted down and took Frankie's dick
into his mouth. Frankie squirmed in delight and soon his hips bucked up as
his body stiffened; a few seconds later, he moaned loudly when his climax
hit him. Jim then came up and cuddled his brother from behind into his
arms. They remained quiet for a few minutes; however, Frankie felt his
brother dickhead pushing his thighs. He was laying on his right side, so he
lifted his left leg giving a better access to Jim's dick. With his left
hand he cupped Jim's cock and noticed the amount of precum he was spitting;
he spread it over the head. Then led Jim's cock to his near virgin anus,
but Jim retracted.

	"No Frankie. Please no! I'm sorry but I won't do it to you." Near a
whisper, he added, "I love you too much, my brother." Frankie felt
disappointed but deep in his heart; he thanked his brother for rejecting
his idea. He turned around facing his loved brother and kissed him gently.

	"I think I'm a stupid, but I wanted you to keep good memories from
this moment." Jim looked into his brother large eyes and kissed him
tenderly.

	"Remember, I told you it near one year ago when I left." Jim again
tried to convince his brother. "You are not used to a large cock. To do it
properly with an adult size penis, you must start slowly and in several
times; however, the first time can be painful, except that you do
progressively as I told you with John; then your bodies will be adjusted to
yourself." They remained for a few minutes quiet and in silence, soon Jim
felt his brother dick pushing to his crotch, he grinned: "It seems your
litter brother is claiming for something more exciting than to be quiet."
Frankie smiled to his dear brother and started kissing him. For a few
minutes, they tongued each other; Frankie wanted to drink his brother into
his body. "I'll do to you the best blowjob of your life; that will be as I
learned from dad." Frankie's slim cock was jerking in anticipation, excited
he said:

	"I know it, I also read his diary."

	"You little imp! This will be a first class one." Frankie caressed
his brother black hair and smiled. Jim straddled his brother; pinned his
arms on the pillow and started sucking his earlobes, then nibbling behind
his ears and down his neck. Frankie's dick started spurting little drops of
precum; he wanted to stroke his dick, but Jim stopped him. Jim then put his
mouth in the young and smooth armpits darting his tongue and licking every
corner Frankie received the stimulation of pleasure and ticklishness at the
same time; he moved his lovely head from one side to other on the pillow,
moaning in pleasure. Jim then kissed his brother's eyes, observing his
large and curved eyelashes. "What a beautiful boy he is" He thought. That
brought him a lovely sensation of pride and erotic feeling.

He was enjoying and soon he would need to spurt the accumulation of semen
in his genitals.  He kissed and sucked his brother chin, then went down and
licked and sucked his brown tanned nipples. With those stimulations,
Frankie was very close to his dry orgasm. He wanted a release, it was
almost painful, but his brother did not allow him to do it. Jim reluctantly
ignored his brother cock and scooted to his feet. He observed the beautiful
and childish calves, still rounded and thick, noticing the strong bones
inside. "He will be taller than I am. His body is preparing for the great
spurt," he thought. He sucked one by one all his toes; Frankie did not know
how lovely this action would feel, especially when his brother took into
his mouth the big one. His dick started jerking wildly, "How can it be so
good in my feet?" He thought; he was near a second dry orgasm; his cock
leaking precum that ran along its shaft to his crotch, after filling the
gap between the head and foreskin.

Jim advanced, massaging his calves; Frankie spread his legs giving him a
better access, he was gasping and his cock harder than ever before. His
brother bent Frankie legs and put his head between, starting licking and
massaging his thighs. The boy felt his brother hands rubbing his soft skin
near his loins. He bucked his hips, his body stiffened and his toes bent as
he stopped breathing and moaned loudly with his climax. Jim could not keep
himself. Frankie, in his ecstasies, extended his legs taking between them
his brother cock. Jim felt the smooth skin rubbing his dick; he gasped and
bucked his hips as his cock started spurting wads of white stuff over his
brother. The first shot landed on Frankie neck, the second on his chest and
the third on his balls; a few more went to his lovely thighs. Jim collapsed
on top of his brother, his head on his tummy. He could observe how his
little chest went up and down with his breath.

They remained quiet for a few minutes recovering from their excitement. Jim
raised his head and looked to his brother's lovely face, Frankie smiled and
soon both were laughing.

	"Oh Jim, that was so wonderful! I wanted to stop it, but I could
not." Jim smiled and lapped his brother's tummy.

	"I'm glad you enjoyed it. They remained quiet for a few minutes
recovering from their excitement. Jim raised his head and looked to his
brother's lovely face, Frankie smiled and soon both were laughing.

	"Jim, it has been fantastic; you are, you are... marvellous. It is
not strange that Margarita fell in love with you." Jim gladly accepted his
brother's compliments. Frankie's dick was still erect, but not as hard as
before; he had not touched it and had received twice the nice feeling, as
he and I used to say. "Jim, let's make a 69 as I do with John; that would
allow me to drink your stuff."

	"We'll do whatever you want pretty brother, but I don't recommend
it to you. Drinking someone else's semen develops a special bond of
love. Our bond is even stronger than that, Frankie; so I would suggest you
wait for this to do it with John. I'm sure he will be very happy receiving
your first semen, and you his." Frankie understood he was right, our love
was very deep, and still is.

	"I love you, Frankie; you are so special to me..." They paused in
silence, them Jim said: "You know Frankie, when you stood for the first
time and started to walk, you were one y/o, and I was near three. Mom told
me that dad and she were in front of you encouraging you to start
walking. You smiled at them happily and started walking bumbling; however,
instead of going to them you turned and walked to my arms. Mom said that
you giggled and I hugged you very close to me, kissing your silky curly
hair.

	"I love you Jim, you will never know how happy and loved I feel
when I'm near you."

	"I have a crutch on you, little brother. If I ever had a boy, I
would like he is a copy of you."

	"I'm sure you will have, but even better than me. Margarita is a
beautiful girl. Can't you imagine a boy with deep blue eyes and black curly
hair like us?"

	"Yes, I imagine, because my first memories about you are your angel
face that, except for the eyes, is my ideal for my future son." Frankie
even cuddled more into him. Jim continued: "When you were near three, you
still wore a night nappy; however mom wanted you to sleep without anything,
though risking you might peed the bed. You started very soon speaking, and
with your words, told mom that you wanted to sleep in my bed. I told mom to
tuck you near me, however she warned me that you might pee me. I said that
I did not mind, she agree and we slept together for the first time. You
never wetted the bed while you were in my bed." Frankie instinctively had
started playing with Jim's silky bush. Jim was rubbing his little brother
thighs tenderly, caressing his flaccid little dick that started to grow. "I
never fed up of touching and caressing you, Frankie." The younger boy
grinned.

	"I enjoy your touch and your petting; however that could lead us to
start again." Jim smiled at his brother.

	"I don't mind, but I think we'll be asleep before we start. We
should change the sheet."

	"Please, keep it until tomorrow. Its smell is similar to the
product we use to clean the house. I love it. Besides I want to keep the
dry semen on me until we shower tomorrow morning." Both brothers
hugged. Frankie turned around on his right side and felt his brother
package glued to his butt. He felt happy and safe in his brother's arm. He
felt a kiss on his hair.  He pushed his brother to him; in seconds, they
were hard asleep.

Jim woke round 10:00, too late for him; he watched his little brother in
sweet dreams. "What a beautiful being he is!" He thought. He kissed him and
could observe how his brother's dick was hard and erect. He caressed it for
a moment and heard his brother's moan. He thought to continue giving
pleasure to him, but last night they had enough sex. He stood and went to
shower; when he returned Frankie was still in the same position. He
squeezed his brother dick and Frankie opened his lovely eyes.

	"Good morning, young lazy." Jim said. Frankie enlarged his arms and
hugged his brother. He jumped from the bed naked and went to shower;
meanwhile Jim made the bed and changed the sheet stained with their sex
leaks. After doing their daily chores and have breakfast Frankie hugged his
brother from his back.

	"Thanks Jim for making me feels so happy and loved. This year I
will not drop a single tear at the airport, and let alone if John
comes. Jim smiled and started preparing his luggage. A few minutes later, I
arrived; as usually, we ran upstairs and we kissed, I said:

	"Coming up here I met the girls, they said they will be at the
river beach tomorrow."

	"Fantastic; however if they have said it, must know we are not
going just for kissing."  Frankie grinned.

	"I suppose you have something in mind. Don't you?"

	"Yes, I do; however we'll talk it over tonight. "Frank entered in
that moment, and after greeting me, he invited me to have lunch with the
family. A few minutes later Carl, Françoise and Margarita arrived and in
half an hour we departed for the airport, we packaged into the small
car. The departure time came, but surprisingly I only could observe tears
in Jim's mom.  Frankie was unusually happy. We stayed there until the
planes took off. We returned home; it was round midday and after having
lunch, we cleared the dishes and went for a ride trying to see the
girls. We did not find them, so after dinner we preferred to chat with
Frank for an hour, until we decided to go to bed.

We chatted under the covers where normally we would have started having
sex; however, we were very excited with our preparation for the new
school. It was near midnight when Frank peered thru the door:

	"Boys, too late to talk, time to sleep." We said good nights,
cuddled into each other arms and kissed goodnights with a peck on the
lips. A few minutes later, we were hard sleep. The following day was Sunday
and we had agreed with the girls to meet at the river beach. At this time
of the year, water stream had diminished and a lovely sandy beach had
appeared; many people of all ages were there, swimming and taking
sunbath. We left the bikes in the farm and continued on foot. We spotted
the girls near a large bush, separated from most of the public.

As we approached, we saw a young couple engulfed in kissing and near
fucking under another bush; we ignored them though our dicks started to get
hard. We greeted the girls, took off our shirt and lay down near them, so
we were facing them whereas they were back to back. As usual, I chose
Helen. She was a pretty girl with two nice little mandarin sized
breasts. She wore an old swimming suit that covered her from her crotch to
under her neck. They were well over twelve now, so they looked much older
than we were.

	"We thought you were not coming." The blond girl said.

	"We always fill our promises." Frankie said. She grinned at me and
I lay near her, so I could oversee if anyone was approaching. Our faces
were so near that our noses could touch. I will describe what I did because
Frankie was doing very much the same.

I placed my hand behind her neck and in a quick move I put my lips on
hers. She did nothing, but smiled at me, I thought she were surprised.

	"I thought that a future priest wouldn't kiss a girl." She said
grinning.

	"We are not going to be priests and you know that; this is a way to
have a chance to go into high school without paying it. I trust you won't
tell anybody about our encounters."

	"Are you mad? If my uncle and aunt knew I have kissed you, they
will spank me to death." I looked at her and I pushed her head to me. Our
lips glued and I parted her teeth with my tongue. I felt her resistance but
finally she allowed me in. I felt how my dick started to spurt precum, now
tenting my shorts. She found our kissing so good that I felt her arm round
my neck pushing my tongue into her mouth. Our bodies approached and I felt
her little breasts pushing against my chest. With my left hand, I kneaded
gently her little lemons; my right one went between her thighs. She
squirmed in delight and we moaned with pleasure. I felt her hand rubbing my
erection. I started humping against her, our mouths glued. However, I
sensed my body was going out of control, as the couple we had previously
seen; we were very hot. Frankie then said:

	"Someone could see us. Let's move where nobody watch us."

	"Where?" Helen asked. I stood and took her hand. She picked up her
towel and clothes and followed me. Frankie and the other girl were behind
us. A few metres further we heard some moans; I raised my finger to my
lips, motioning silence. We watched a couple of teenager boys under a thick
bush in a 69 position sucking each other. They probably were near their
climax, and so involved in their action that did not notice our presence;
that increased our hotness. About one hundred metres far from there,
covered with a large thick bush, we found the entrance to the cave and
entered in it. About ten metres, it turned to the left; there nobody could
see us.

There were many old tree leaves on the hard floor, brought by the wind. We
extended our towels and without any more foreplay, I took off my shorts; my
cock popped out. She looked at it and slowly grabbed and rubbed it,
spreading my precum on the head. I gasped with pleasure. I bent over her
and started kissing her passionately. I grabbed her swimming suit and
yanked down to her waist; two beautiful lemons appeared and I dropped my
mouth, licked, and sucked them. We lay on the towels, the girl groaned as
my tongue touched her bosom. I dragged her cloth to her ankle and I could
see her lovely cunt with a few pubes round it. We were very hot and I knew
we had not much time, however I wanted to get my goal of fucking that
lovely girl; but I feared that it might happen as with Nuria.

I was sucking her tongue now, I descended to her navel; I raised and spread
her legs a little bit; I saw my target and I thought she was waiting me to
fuck her cunt. With my left hand, I guided my cock to the entry and
pushed. It went inside a little bit as Helen gasped, until it stopped on
her seal. I bent over her as our mouths joined; our tongues swirled
inside. She was gasping and moaning as I retrieved and fucked her; however,
we were very excited and our bodies out of control. We were gasping
loudly. I felt her hands on my ass cheeks exploring my butt crack; my
climax was approaching quickly, instinctively I pushed down as she arched
her hips. The two actions together drew my dick to screw her hymen. I felt
a wonderful sensation as it entered entirely into her warm cavern; at the
same time, a little yell came from her throat. I felt an intense pain on my
right shoulder as she bitted me in the peak of her orgasm; however, I
quickly retrieved and quicker enter her again; and again. The sharp pains
disappeared immediately, replaced by the new sensations of our orgasms
approaching. In a few seconds, she groaned loudly as she got her first real
climax. I shoved my dick deeply into her with a final thrust as I exploded
into her warm cave; my balls tighten trying to eject what they were not
able to do yet.

I fell on top of her dripping sweat. She had released my neck and was
breathing heavily; her lips red with my shoulder's blood. I laid my head on
her left shoulder until we recovered our breathings. I felt something
special about that girl in that moment. I kissed her tenderly as she
tousled my wet hair.

	"I love you, John. You are a wonderful and tender boy."

	"I love you, too, Helen. I will never forget you. When we grow up,
I'll always remember you as I see my shoulder's scar on the mirror." She
lovely smiled. I thought I really loved her.  Tenderly I caressed her face
and kissed her again softly.

	"Sorry, John, but it is your fault; it was so, so good that I
couldn't control my mouth."

We grinned happily. My dick was again hard; I kneeled beside her and
started kissing her passionately. I moved up to her neck and nibbled her
ears' lobes; she trembled and moaned in pleasure. I felt her right hand on
my neck and her left rubbing my back; she continued down and squeezed my
butt cheeks, rubbing the canal between asshole and my dick. She cupped my
whole package, stroking my dick slowly. I moaned as I sucked her little
tits.

	"John, please, let's do it as those boys we saw under the bush."
She said gasping. I changed my position to a 69's; I watched how Frankie
was imitating us. I started again sucking her chin as she massaged my hair
and my butt. I continued with her breasts and I felt her tongue on my
nipples; I continued, I licked and nibbled her navel. Finally, I slid my
arms under her butt and lifted her a little bit; I took in my lips her
clit, however that was too much for her; she near screamed as the new
sensation was as an electric discharge thru her young body. She pushed my
butt down and took my full cock into her mouth. That also was too much for
me; now I was the one to moan loudly. "Please, John, put it into me." I did
not doubt a moment. I recovered my original position on top of her and soon
my dick fully entered her to the hilt. We mutually felt a wonderful
sensation as our mouths glued in a great kiss, our tongues darting
inside. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly and turned over, so I was under her
on my back. She raised and sat on my dick, her long blond hair hanging and
rubbing my chest; then she started rotating her body on top of me, so my
dick was rubbing her vagina's walls. That was too much; I was very close to
my climax.

	"Helen, I, I, I'm coming in seconds." We wanted our fuck to last as
much as possible; she reluctantly stopped grinding, bent her lovely body
and our mouths glued in a long kiss.  When she left my mouth to breath, I
moved my head in pleasure and I could see Frankie fucking his girl in doggy
position. I dragged her again to me and started to suck her little lemons;
she again turned over and I was now on top of her. We mentally decided to
finish; I started fucking her quickly as my orgasm was approaching. We were
uncontrolled, we did not mind who could see or hear us; we were two wild
young animals that experienced for the first time that wonderful sexual
sensation. I felt her hips as they arched to meet my dick deeper inside
her. I pushed down all what I could, as that tremendous orgasm hit our
bodies at the same time with loud and uncontrolled groans. Again, I fell on
top of her, exhausted; loosely I slipped to her left side, still our legs
intertwined and my dick inside her.

We were sweating and breathing heavily; we could hear our heartbeats into
our chests. I moved a little bit my head and I watched Frankie and the
other girl very much in the same position; I think they had their orgasms
at the same time we did. We remained like that without saying anything for
some minutes. My dick had come out of her vagina and now it was flaccid
between my legs. I moved and kissed her; she returned the kiss. I caressed
her smooth cheeks with the back of my hand and she took my hand and placed
a kiss on my palm.

	"I love you Helen, I love you with all my heart; I would like to be
here for the whole life with you; you are so beautiful... I would recognize
your eyes even in the darkness; they spark like little fireworks." She
smiled and kissed me tenderly caressing my hair and rubbing my cheeks with
her hand.

	"You are very handsome, John. I would like to eat you, especially
that lovely tuft on your forehead." She caressed it. Then after a silence
she asked me: "John, do you shoot your... you know?"

	"No; not yet. We are not twelve yet, though almost; I think in a
few months it will come.  And you?"

	"Yes, I'm bleeding since a couple of months; my aunt told me that a
woman cannot get pregnant if she fucks during a few days after her
menstruation."

	"So, you are already a woman and I still am not a man." She kissed
me softly.

	"It doesn't matter, after one year or so, we'll be the same." We
kept silence for a few moments, and then I looked into her sparking eyes.

	"Helen, when we grow up, will you promise to marry me?"

	"Marry you? We are already married; we are doing what married
couples do."

	"Well yes; but I mean...the church, children and so on. I will
study hard and earn a lot of money. I would like to have a daughter as
prettier as you are... and purchase you many dresses." She interrupted me.

	"Or boys, as handsome as you are."

	"Well, yes."

	"Yes, I promise. I love you and I'll continue loving you forever."
I kissed her and she kissed me back. My cock was again hard and she
caressed it, I moaned in pleasure. "Let's do it again John; I love that." I
grinned and pushed her on the soft towel, the tree leaves sounded as a
bed. I placed her hands under her head and watched that beautiful young
body; I thought that a special time would fit. I started licking her ear
lobes and she moaned; then came down and kissed her eyes and sucked her
chin with that little dimple I liked. I missed her mouth and went under her
armpits. I licked one after the other and she sighed in a mix of pleasure
and ticklish; then to her lemon breasts. They were very hard and my lips
and tongue nibbled them; she could not resist and placed her hands on my
head caressing my hair.

	"Please John, put your dick into me; I can't resist anymore."
Nevertheless, I wanted that to last during some more minutes, so I left
those sensitive parts and our mouths glued in a passionate kiss. I broke
our kiss and licked her navel; she was very wet and her still pink pussy
was shining with precum. I missed it and went to her toes, licking each
one. She moaned loudly as she found so erotic and sensitive her feet. Then
I returned licking her smooth thighs; she then spread them giving me a
better access. She was very close to orgasm, groaning and moving her head
to either side of the towel with her eyes closed. I placed my tongue on her
clit and she lifted her hips to meet my mouth.

	"Please, please, John, enter me! I went to her and our mouths
closed in a continue kiss and at the same time my cock deeply entered her
to the hilt. She moaned and started grinding her hips; then, as our
climaxes approached, she turned over on top of me and I felt her left hand
rubbing my balls trying to pull them up into her cunt. We turned over a
couple of times and finally she was on top of me when that beautiful and
strong orgasm hit our young bodies. I raised my hips and she pushed down;
then she fell on top of me breathing hard, our hearts beating at unison. We
remained there for a few minutes, and then she turned to her right side and
kissed me a peck on the lips.

	"This time you didn't bite my shoulder." She grinned beautifully.

	"I had to make a great effort. It has been lovely John. "Where did
you learn so many sex things? You are too young for that."

	"It is a secret, and a special like this, I only do to very
especial persons, like you." She kissed me again tenderly.

We remained in silence for a few minutes; then she said:

	"I think we should finish, we must return home, however we should
swim a little bit before; that will clean us." I smiled. I had my plans in
order no one could guess we had been fucking.

	"You return to the beach, so they may think you were peeing or
something like that."  She laughed as I continued. "We will meet you
there. She looked at me puzzled, but she did not say anything. We put on
our bath suits, kissed them before they left the cave; we returned where we
had been.

	"Frankie, put on you shirt."

	"Why, it is too warm, or did you spend all of your energies?" I
patted his lovely butt.

	"You can do whatever you like, but into the cave it is a little bit
fresher than here." He looked at me puzzled. I put on my shirt and he did
the same. I advanced a few metres into the cave, now it was darker; I
touched a little parcel and extracted a flashlight; I put it on and we
started walking deeply into the tunnel.

	"How was it?" Frankie asked me while we walked into the cave.

	"My god, it has been more than wonderful, Frankie! I will never
forget this; they are very hot girls. I love Helen."

	"Yes, they are, and pretty too. The problem is that I don't think
we'll be able to repeat it, and it is a pity."

	"We never know, perhaps we can get them again before we leave for
the school."

	"May I remind you that you won't have any other Sunday until next
Christmas, and then it will be too cold to come into this place?"

	"Well, we will see them next summer, perhaps for that time we may
be able to spurt something and enjoy it even more. Anyway, we he have had a
very good time, I'm sure we'll never forget it."

	"I do agree with you." He then added, "At least we'll be together,
that's better than nothing." I grinned.

	"That's very important, Frankie. I love you more than any girl or
boy in the world."

	"Me too; my handsome boy." Let's continued walking, otherwise we'll
finish here making love in the darkness."

	"You are right." In that moment, we felt a draught on our faces. "I
think we are near the farm." I found the iron door near open, we forced it
and entered; we closed it and went up to the stairs where we had left our
bikes. We took care no one could see us, we rode to the beach, and in a few
minutes we were approaching the girls that were sat where we had met them
before. They smiled us guessing our strategy. We swan for a few minutes and
returned to the village, each girl sat on our bike cross bar. We left them
at the first houses; they did not want us to go further.

	"Shall we see you again? Frankie asked. The girls looked at each
other and Helen said.

	"We cannot go out on week days; therefore we hope to see you on
next Christmas when you come for holidays." She had her hand on my bike, I
pressed it and I answered.

	"I'll miss you, Helen."

	"I'll miss you, too, John." She started to walk toward the
houses. Impulsively I left the bike on the floor, I looked at each side, I
took her from behind and as she turned around, I kissed her on the lips, a
tender kiss. She looked at me amazed, but said nothing. I could notice
tears coming out her eyes; she them said:

	"Thanks Jacky for the good time we have spent." Then she ran away
followed by the other girl. Soon they were out of sight and we returned to
Frankie's home. Nobody had called me Jacky before. We did not mention our
farewell again. We spent the rest of the week playing in the farm and
getting ready for the next Sunday morning.

Next Thursday I was in bed; it was early to sleep, however, I wanted to
read a few comics that Nuria had given me. I enjoyed them as any other boy
of my age. Suddenly I heard some conversation downstairs and a few minutes
later Francis and Joan entered in my room. Little Joan said:

	"Mom has said us we can sleep tonight with you, if you don't mind."
I looked to that beautiful little boy; I raised the sheet inviting them to
climb into the bed. They quickly stripped naked and both went under the
cover; Francis was behind me, and Joan facing me. I felt Francis' arms
surrounding me, his crotch on my butt. I felt his lips kissing my neck and
my face.  I turned my head as I could and kissed him on the lips.

	"I guess we need to close the door." Francis grinned; he jumped
from the bed and locked the door. His dick was already hard. I felt his
moves round me and that made my dick very hard, because I knew what he was
trying to do. Joan kissed me and his little hand gripped my dick that was
already spurting drops of precum. He then said:

	"Uncle John, I want you to fuck my ass." Probably they had talked
and planned it. He had a beautiful round child butt and perhaps in other
circumstances I would have fucked him.  However, no; he was my little
cousin and my cock was too large and thick for him; I was sure I would hurt
him. Besides, I loved him too much. Before I answered, I kissed him
tenderly on the lips, he pushed his little tongue and parted my teeth. I
could not stop his tongue touching mine inside my mouth. I loved that.

	"I love you too much Joan. I am too big for you and I would hurt
you badly. No; even I won't try." He felt disappointed; he looked at me
saying:

	"Charlie did it to me and I did it to him." Francis then from
behind added:

	"I told you. Even mine is too big for you."

	"In that case I must wait until Charlie returns."

	"Yes, it is better you wait until then." I said. He then scooted up
and put his erected weenie in front of my mouth for me to suck. I wanted to
give pleasure to that little evil. I dragged him down again and I started
kissing and licking him round his little beautiful body. I placed him with
his back to me; I rubbed and kissed his back thighs. I sucked little his
toes, as he started squirming in delight and laughing.

	"Please Uncle John fuck me." I said nothing but I put my head
between his legs and licked his crevice; I tried to fuck him with my
tongue; but he was too excited and I could not penetrate him; however, he
moaned in pleasure as my tongue touched and licked those sensitive nerve
endings. Suddenly he turned and took a 69 position; soon I felt his little
mouth round my cockhead. However, due the size difference between our
bodies, I dragged him to me, because I wanted to give him pleasure. He
reluctantly left my dick as I took his whole package into my mouth. He then
wrapped his small hands round my cock and balls and started jacking me
off. I felt another sensation; I felt Francis' cock trying to enter me. He
had gotten the oil and spread some on his dick. I raised my left leg and in
a single push, he gladly went into my hole. In spite I was not very fond of
being fucked, I enjoyed it because he was one of the person I most loved. I
wanted him to enjoy our last time before I returned from the school. During
a few minutes, he fucked me; I sucked Joan and he jacked me off. When I
noticed we were all moaning and gasping near our orgasm, I said:

	"Let's, let's... stop for a while." We remained quiet, but our
bodies claimed a release; so, after some time, we resumed our tasks and
soon our bodies tensed. I noticed how little Joan's body pushed against me;
a loud moan came from Francis as he gave me his final thrust and I pushed
my hips onto my little Joan belly as I pulled him to me. That was a
wonderful moment.  That night we repeated our sexual actions. I fucked
Francis; he placed himself with his back to me, so he sat on my dick
impaled, then little Joan made a 69 with his brother, so I had all the
weight on me; it was more or less as before, but otherwise. We did until we
were exhausted and in heap, we drifted to sleep. Early morning I got out of
the bed, opened the door, and went into the other bed. We needed to rest,
and the three together prevented it.

Chapter 32
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On Saturday, we said goodbye to everybody and on Sunday early morning, we
took the 8:00 am train to the city. We were silent. Our parents were
chatting about our future and Frank was explaining us about our behaviour
in the religious school. We heard nothing. Our thoughts were in our
previous Sunday; the time spent in the cavern with the girls. As my memory
reeled back, my dick started to grow and I could see Frankie was thinking
about the same. I felt my dad's hand pushing me.

	"Did you hear Frank, John?"

	"Sorry dad, I was distracted with some thoughts." He grinned and
Frank started again.  The time elapsed quickly and we entered into the rail
station. Then dad asked for a taxi, and at 9:45 am, we were entering in the
school. We could see a few boys with their parents coming in, all were
students with scholarship; paying ones would arrive during the afternoon
and evening.  Immediately we saw Marcus and Antonio approaching us. They
greeted our parents and we shook hands; I could notice how Marcus blushed.

	"Welcome to the school. Father Angel is waiting for you." We saw
the young priest, and after greeting our parents, we sat for a few minutes
in his office, then he said:

	"Well, say goodbye to your family. Marcus and Antonio will show you
everything and your places."

We kissed and hugged them. We took our suitcases and followed our new
friends up. We crossed a grass field and entered in a large red-bricked
building. We stepped up and soon we were in a large dorm; it had beds on
each side; each bed had a wardrobe, a nightstand and a chair; the carpeted
floor made it looks comfortable. We left our luggage on the last two beds
at the bottom. Marcus then said:

	"We have arranged with father Angel a good job for you both. You
will be in charge of the linen store. It is an easy task. In summary, you
have to get control of all linen coming in and out. Every Saturday morning,
a truck will arrive with the clean linen; they pack it in parcels of 50
units, the driver will collect the dirty sheets, towels, etc. also packed
in 50 units. The cleaners make that task; before the truck comes; then they
exchange dirty for clean linen and should put down in a book the quantity
they exchange. Tasks are described on this paper." Frankie then said:

	"I suppose it is a good job and give us some privacy; but why don't
you have it?" They both grinned slyly.

	"Good and clever question; we expected it. We are friends and we
know each other, therefore we want to be honest with you right from the
beginning; however you must promise us you won't release a single word of
it." We looked at each other a little bit sheepishly and then Frankie said:

	"You have our word for it." Antonio then said:

	"As you well know we are... we are homo." He blushed, and then I
placed my arm on his shoulder and said:

	"You shouldn't be ashamed of that; besides, you might change before
you are a full adult."

	"Thanks John. I don't think so, but by now we like boys, even we
don't reject adults." He paused for a moment, then Marcus continued:
"Father Angel, the Director and the Bishop are boy-lovers; especially the
bishop. Most of weekends we spend our time in his bed." We were a little
bit surprised, Frankie then asked the blond boy:

	"Sorry Marcus if I'm rude; but does he fuck your butt?"

	"Not much, only a couple of times; he mostly likes being fucked by
us."

	"Do you enjoy it, Antonio?" I asked.

	"Yes, a lot. He is an old man, very kind and good to us; something
like a father. In some ways, we love him. He tells us many stories about
the Church and the priests, from the Pope to our current priests. We are
not the only ones homo in the Catholic Church. As far as the bishop tells
us, many priests enjoy boys and young men taking them to their beds.

	"We know it." Frankie said. "My father knows very well this
powerful institution and told us something about it; no so clear as you
say; but Church's history is full of these relationships, so we don't much
care about it; after all, they are human beings. Aren't they?"

	"You are very comprehensible, Frankie. As you will study, in the
past, those words would have taken you into the fire pyre."

	"What about the director and father Angel." I asked.

	"The director has his own boys to please him. He mostly likes boys
of 15 or over. Yet, we know he likes to fuck and being fucked in the same
extent. He has a lover that changes from time to time; normally it is a
young priest. Father Angel is a different matter. He is a lovely and joyful
man. He loves boys as much as he loves girls. He organizes little orgies
with young boys; but he doesn't fuck them, except if they ask him to do
so. He mostly likes to see each other fucking and kissing; he takes part
helping them to enjoy; masturbating, French kissing, sucking and been
sucked by them."

The twins' explanation got us hard and I could observe the twins were
tenting their shorts, too.  We had descended to that building's basement
where the linen store was; he extracted a key and opened the door, closing
it behind us. It was a large room full of shelves with hundreds of packages
of sheets, towels, etc. At the bottom, there was a large old sofa, a door
leading to a tiny toilet with a shower, scarcely for one person. I looked
to Frankie and he looked at me with a wink. I placed my left hand on Marcus
belly, and with my right one I squeezed his butt; Frankie did the same with
Antonio. Marcus spun, looked at me for a second and kissed me. I opened my
mouth and our tongues swirled inside with delight. I rubbed his dick and he
did the same with me, caressing my butt cheeks.

	"John, I want you to fuck me." I did not say anything, but started
stripping him down. He took my shirt off me and yanked my shorts and
underwear down. Our dicks popped out erected.  Naked, we started kissing
passionately. Antonio, that had done the same with Frankie, left his
kissing and brought two soft blankets that spread on the floor. I dragged
my blond friend to the blanket and he lay on his back. "Please, fuck me
hard. I wanted this since the first day I saw you in the examination."

	"I may hurt you. Do you have oil or vaseline?"

	"No, but don't need it. It is not the first time I'm fucked." We
engaged again in French kissing for at least five minutes. I was on top of
him, our dicks rubbing against each other, both pouring precum. I wanted to
have a light dry orgasm in order to concentrate in a true orgasm later;
however, this would lead him to climax himself.

	"Marcus, I want you not to touch yourself. Do you promise?"

	"I'll try it." He said gasping." I approached him from his left
side and started nibbling his earlobes; as I sucked them, he took my head
and started rubbing my hair; other hand went to my back and massaged my
back muscles. Obviously, his ears were very sensitive parts of his body. I
continued to his neck and he moaned in pleasure when he felt my tongue on
it. I raised his left arm and buried my mouth on his armpit. He had
recently showered because I found a lovely and sweet smell in there, plus a
couple of pubes. He moaned again as he felt a ticklish pleasure
together. "Please John, fuck me right now." I grinned and watched how
Frankie also smiled, because Antonio was also asking for that. I ignored it
and continued to his face; I kissed his eyes, his nose and finally I sucked
his chin. He could not remain quiet and dragged my face to his, kissing me
passionately. "Please, John, don't tease me anymore. Fuck me." I left his
kissing for a moment.

	"I need it, too, myself. But I want you to have a good memory from
our first encounter."  His dick was jerking with every heartbeat, and
precum running down to his crotch and ball sack.  I scooted down and took
one of his nipples in my mouth; he near screamed in delight when I did the
same with the second one. I sucked his navel and finally I reached his hard
cock. I knew that a few strokes would bring him to the edge of his climax;
therefore, I stopped for a couple of minutes to cool him down. That was
also good for me, because I was quickly approaching to my orgasm. We kissed
again and I went down to resume my task. I raised his legs to his chest and
I could see Frankie was putting Antonio in a doggy position. I licked and
nibbled his crevice and he tensed in pleasure.

	"Please, please, John; fuck me, fuck me hard! I want you in me." He
pleaded. I could not stop, so I placed my dick on his pucker and I pushed
hard. In a single thrust, my boy tool went inside of his bowels to the
hilt. I stopped for a few seconds in order he adjusted to my presence, but
he was used to bigger cocks. He motioned to stroke his dick, but I tenderly
separated his hands that he, immediately, placed on my butt cheeks. I
fucked him hard, as he told me. He groaned in pleasure as he
repeated. "Yes, John, harder, harder; please!" I notice his body spasms and
how he got rigid, gripping my dick inside him. I gave him a final thrust,
as one of my best dry orgasms hit me. I could watch how his dick shot his
clear semen; the first shot landed on his nose, the second, on his neck and
a couple more on his tummy. I continued fucking him until I watched his
dick had stopped jerking. He was empty. I peeked to my left and I watched
Frankie breathing heavily on top of Antonio's back. I fell on top of
Marcus; he still gasping hugged and kissed me. I slid to his left side and
I kissed him lightly. When I recovered my breathing, I said:

	"Did you enjoy it?" Marcus for an answer turned to my side and
kissed me passionately."

	"I never shot with so strong force without touching me. It is
amazing, John. I suppose you have a lot of experience or had a good
master." Frankie said:

	"We had the best master we could have. I'm sorry we cannot tell you
who he was. He didn't do directly, but he wrote it down for us and we
practised."

	"Good idea!"

	"We want to shower; can we have a couple of towels?"

	"Of course, it is your store." We smiled. He reached one parcel and
extracted two big towels. I gave my hand to Frankie and we went into the
narrow cubicle; the twins opened their eyes wide.

	"Are you showering together?"

	"Yes; why not?" Marcus grinned and said.

	"You'll be there as canned fish." We smiled back. We packed
ourselves inside; then closed the sliding door. It was true, as they said
we were there very tight, but that was what we wanted right from the
beginning. As soon as we entered, our bellies, our faces, our crotches and
our legs were rubbing. I slid my hands behind Frankie's back and he did the
same to me.  We looked into each other eyes, our mouths joined and
desperately we kissed passionately.  That was what we wanted and
missed. Our tongues met as we caressed each other, receiving the same
action close to our climaxes.

	"Let's soap. I'll do your back and you will do mine." I said. As I
could, reached the sponge and put some soap. I rubbed it against Frankie's
back, with a little difficulty when I tried to wash his back legs. Then I
introduced the sponge between our bodies and we rubbed our chests. Covered
with soap, except our faces, we started again rubbing. As we could, we slip
our hands between our crotches, I took in my palm his lovely cock and I
felt how he took mine. The precum, our moves and the soap made the rest. A
couple of minutes later, we were groaning in a marvellous pleasure. Our
bodies got stiff; my hands pushed his butt cheeks against me as a wonderful
orgasm made our young bodies to wriggle. It was so strong that my knees
wanted to buckle. When we recovered our breaths, we grinned with the show
we were performing for the twins.

	"We need to finish the shower." The water ran over our heads and a
couple of minutes later we were drying each other outside the cubicle. We
could see the twins had not been idle; their dicks were hard again and
ready to orgasm. They grinned; Marcus then said:

	"Your moans made us hot; we are going to experiment it." Quickly
they moved into the shower as we sat down on the large sofa still naked. We
heard them moaning and laughing, enjoying their young bodies.

	"You know John, when you were fucking Marcus I felt a strange
sensation..." I interrupted him talking.

	"I know. You felt jealous and envy; didn't you?" He quickly jabbed
me.

	"How do you know it?"

	"Because I felt the same you did. However, we do not have reasons
to feel like that. We are sure we love each other, and we don't like being
fucked; so there is no place for jealous or envy."

	"Yes it is strange; however, what I have missed, during the last
days, has been our nights together, especially when we had not any sex;
only love, like now." I stared at him, our hands entwined and our dicks
droop as old flowers. "Let's get dressed. At least our friends got us this
place where we can stay together; we must be very careful otherwise." The
twins ended their mutual sex actions and came out from the narrow
shower. Then Antonio said:

	"It is great inside there. I think we'll learn a lot from you two."

	"Still there is a special and long treatment; today we did a single
one, not full." They looked at each other astonished.

	"Do you mean you can even improve it?"

	"Yes, that's what I said; nevertheless, that would imply a quiet
place without caring anyone knocking on the door, and only us." The twins
exchange a sly look, and then Antonio said:

	"We'll look into it." Let us go upstairs. I must show you the rest
of the school." We went around every place; they introduced us to others
students with scholarship. They were in total sixty boys of 12, 13 and 14
y/o. After we had lunch, the pay students started coming; most of them were
very rich boys, and all intelligent boys, because JJ didn't admit silly
ones; however, their examination were not half strong as ours.

That night the dorm was full, our beds were at the end together in the same
row. Near mine was a small blond boy who looked sad as he was placing his
clothes into the wardrobe; I could observe the quality of them, the same as
those we received from Jim from Paris. In the following bed was a tall boy
with curly hair that I caught looking at us. He blushed and smiled, I
smiled back; he then came to our beds:

	"I'm James." We shook hands after giving him our names. The small
blond boy continued his task ignoring us. That night I heard him sobbing
quietly; I thought he was a home sicker and thus I told Frankie. The
classes started after providing us with books and the rest of material. We
had agreed right from the beginning to start working hard and never to
leave anything for tomorrow, so we always did our homework before we went
to bed. The school had a very high standard of education, therefore, they
prohibited any form of strong words, and we were encouraged to rectify
other boys. The following night I again heard the sobs from the blond
boy. I felt sorry for him, because he was very kind and educated with us;
so I approached his bed trying to help. In a low whisper that no one could
hear, I said:

	"Are you homesick?" He, without moving, answered in a low voice.

	"Fucking home, I hate it." I was astonished of those words coming
from a supposed well-raised boy.

	"I know there are fucking situations in this fucking world." I
could observe how his childish lips moved in a light grin. He then said:

	"Thanks. Good nights."

	"Good nights." I returned to my bed.

The following morning at 7:00 am, the bell rang and main lights were on. We
got up quickly, made our beds and took a towel to the shower. The twins had
advised us not to be the last ones, so we could get the best showerheads
where we could see everybody's dicks. We were not much interested on that
as they were, however, we thought it was a good advice; and if we wanted to
jerk off, we should go to the last cabinet. The blond boy saw us and came
to share our side; he was not embarrassed at all, however, for an instant I
got him gazing us. I did as if I had not noticed it since I wanted to
become his friend; something told me that he was a good boy. James also was
near, and I clearly noticed how he looked at the blond boy's butt. He had a
fair dick that was not in line with his body, but it confirmed his
age. When we were drying, the blond boy said:

	"Thanks for the last night. My name is Pedro." He extended his hand
and Frankie and I shook it. I noticed James' gaze on us, but he did nothing
to approach; my intention was to introduce him to Pedro. We put on our
underwear and ran to get dressed. After a huge breakfast, we started our
first class that was of maths. We had come to work, therefore we decided,
right from the start, to sit down on the second row, in order we could
clearly hear the teachers' explanations. We explained this to Pedro, he
thought for a moment and he agreed.  On Friday, father Angel called us to
his cell, we thought about what the twins had told us. We entered in his
two room's apartment and he received us gladly.

	"Sit down, boys." I have called you because I want to instruct you
about your task and to hear your opinions about it." We blushed when we
remembered our shower in there. Then Frankie said:

       "Thanks for the task. I think we can do our job properly without
interfering in our studies."

       "That's good. Do you have any new idea?" I answered him.

	"We have thought to carry out an inventory before we start. I'll
show you." I took a piece of paper and I made a spreadsheet showing the
form.

	"That's an excellent idea. I will talk to the director to implement
it in the other store; that will allow us to calculate the real value and
our needs. I would suggest you to perform it next Friday. If you need any
help, I'll try to find another boy to help you."

	"Well, we think we can do it on Friday night, after dinner." He
then lifted the phone and spoke to someone of Security telling about
that. He then sat near us and said:

	"I'm sure that the twins have told you about the school." He looked
at us and he continued: "From time to time we join in here and have some
fun; should you be interested you will be welcomed. The Company seeks for
intelligent boys; they become priests or not, therefore, we'll support you
in any circumstance. However, I must stress that this is a very
conservative school, so your... manifestations must be kept between
yourselves and alone. If any other priest requests you for confession, you
must always say that I am your confessor. Be also careful with other boys."
He then smiled and continued: "By the way, we have placed a blond boy near
you. I would thank you a lot if you care about him. He is a good guy,
however, he had had problems at home; unfortunately I can't talk about it."

       "Don't worry, father Angel; he is already a friend of us."

       "Jolly good, then everything is settled. If you need anything,
please let me know. Here consider me as your real father."

	"Thanks father." We smiled for the double meaning. We left and
continued our daily routine.

Chapter 33
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On Saturday, we had sport during the morning and reading or doing homework
in the evening.  Sunday was a free day, especially after the morning
mass. Most of the boys went to the visitors' area, if they expected
someone, if not, you could wonder or play with your friends. We sat on one
bench under a big tree; it was a warm day and planned to go to swim. I
could see Frankie's thighs since we wore baggy shorts. That got me hard.

	"Frankie, I'm hard watching your legs."

	"I'm too. Can we go somewhere to jerk off?"

	"I need not only that, but to kiss and hug you."

      "I'm the same, but we must learn how to keep our thoughts out of
that. Father Angel was clear about this." I nodded as I saw Pedro coming to
us; a little bit far away, I watched James observing him.

	"Hello friends!"

	"Hello Pedro!"

	"You look bored and something else."

      "What do you mean with something else?" He grinned and bluntly said:

      "You seem in love each other." We did not expect that, especially
from a boy who knew us only one week. We dropped our mouth and he
laughed. He then added, "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody."

       "How, how, how did you..." I stammered.

	"I have also been in love with a boy, my cousin Jesus. He looked at
me as you look yourselves. I guess I did the same." He paused. "Believe me;
I envy you a lot. That's what made me to ask you to be my friends." He bent
his head and continued speaking. "Jesus is the cause that I'm in this
school; otherwise I would have been in Cambridge, Orleans or somewhere
else.  In such a way, they punished me separating us." When we recovered, I
said:

       "It looks like this hurts you, and you miss him."

	"You are absolutely right. I'm very hurt and I guess I miss him." I
put my arm round his shoulder and pushed Pedro against me.

	"Let's change our conversation. We do not want you to feel hurt. We
can talk about this some other time. Now we can go to swimming, if you like
it." He smiled and I could see how he wiped a tear from his cheek.

	"Yes, let's go." We jumped and ran to our dorm; we took our
swimming suits and towels, and went to the open swimming pool on the other
side of the school. There was nobody swimming. Quickly, we changed into our
trunks, and jumped into the water. Frankie and I started swimming and made
a full lap where Pedro did only half. We jumped out and sat at the border
joking waiting for him.

	"Wow! How can you swim with that speed? I thought I was a good
swimmer, however I can see otherwise." We grinned.

	"First, you need to change your trunk for speedos; those shorts
restrain your speed; and second, we had a good master, Jim, my brother; he
is gold medal in the French School Games of last year. I would like you
could see him and his friend Françoise swimming, they look like
dolphins."

       "I didn't know you had a brother. How old is he?"

       "He is fourteen and is studying in St. Mary in Orleans." He opened
his blue eyes in disbelief.

	"That's a special school and only very rich, influent and clever
boys are admitted. In fact I was due to be there." He paused for a moment
as he thought he had committed a mistake speaking about his wealth; he got
sad as if he had a heavy sin; he added, "I'm sorry Frankie; I didn't
mean..." Frankie knew what Pedro was thinking and he hugged him.

	"Please Pedro; we consider you as you are, not because you have or
not money. Jim is studying there as we are here with a scholarship. It is a
long story and maybe I'll tell you some time. Now let's have fun." He
pushed both of us into the pool and we swam during an hour, teaching
Pedro. Two more boys arrived and went separated from us. When we were
tired, we decided to go to shower. It was a large room tiled to the
ceiling; the left side divided into ten open compartments with five
showerheads each, so that fifty persons could shower together at a
time. There was a large table and seats, plus fifty lockers. We took off
our speedos and Pedro looked at us amazed:

       "You don't have white bands on your butts. How did you do it?" He
grinned.

       "Jim's friend has a villa in the seaside with a private beach. All
the boys swam naked there."

	"That's fantastic. I did sometimes with Jesus, but only inside the
water and taking care, no one could see us. We always got a hard-on." As he
remembered his cousin, he added, "I suppose you need to be alone now, it is
a good moment." I pulled him to me and I kissed him on the lips.

       "Pedro, we love you, too. You are our friend and want to enjoy with
us."

	"Are you mad? Someone could see us, and that would be the end,
especially for you.  No. I'll tell you what we can do. While you have fun,
I'll sit in front of the door, so I can see if anyone is approaching, so I
can warn you." We thought for a moment that this was a good idea.  I said:

		"Okay, but after that, it will be your turn."

		"My turn? Why?"

		"Please Pedro, don't argue, I told you we love you; that's
all."

	"Okay." He was smiling and walking to sit near the door. We
entered, and in seconds, our suits were on the floor and our mouths glued
in a passionate kiss. My hands wondered round Frankie head and back, and
after five minutes kissing and grinding our crotches, we received our first
dry orgasm in that room. It almost took me to the floor, as my knees could
not support me. A minute later, we were on the floor sucking eagerly each
other in a 69 position. As usual, that was a fantastic moment. A few months
before, I could take into my mouth Frankie's full package, however, now I
tried to take only his dick and it near gagged me. I notice it was the same
to him. We sucked for about another ten minutes until we reached again our
lovely climax. When we recovered our breath, quickly showered:

		"Well, what shall we do?" He asked.

		"You take care of Pedro." I said to Frankie.

		"No, you."

		"Please Frankie. I'll do next time. Remember, alphabetical
order, F before J."

		"Why do you always have a convincing argument?"

	"Because I know you are the best boy of the world." When Pedro
watched me outside the compartment, he understood there was not any need to
be guarding the entrance. He came to us.

	"You must be a little bit more silent, I could hear your moans and
I had to jerk off..." He could not finish his word; Frankie dragged him to
the compartment and I watched how their lips glued in a passionate kiss as
Frankie yanked his shorts down to his ankles. Pedro did not expect a so
quick action from us, but he soon reacted, put his right arm round Frankie
head and pushed his tongue deeper inside him. After a few minutes kissing,
Pedro was moaning in pleasure; Frankie left his kiss and started sucking
his nipples. That was too much for him. His body jerked with spasm, tensed
as he loudly groaned with his dry orgasm. Had not been for Frankie that
hugged Pedro tightly, he might be fallen on the floor; his knees did not
support him.  I felt my dick growing in my shorts as I heard them
moaning. I sat near the door in such a way that I could see anyone
approaching while nobody could see me. I dropped my shorts and I started
jerking my hard dick.

When they recovered their breathings, Pedro put his back against the tiled
wall as Frankie started again kissing him. Pedro took Frankie dick in his
hand and started jerking him off.  Frankie sat on his legs and took Pedro's
long cock into his mouth. He gasped tossing his head back, his hand on
Frankie curly hair. He noticed his knees were to buckle, so he could not
resist Frankie's caresses on his dickhead.

	"Plea... please, Fran... Frankie. Let me suck you, too." He spoke
stammering. He fell down and dropped on top of Frankie in a 69 position. He
eagerly took Frankie dick into his mouth, cupping his ball sack with his
left hand and the right caressing his partner's butt. Five minutes later,
Frankie could not resist anymore Pedro's sucking. He pushed his hips up as
Pedro tried to take totally Frankie's cock. They exploded in loud groan as
fell exhausted on the floor. Pedro lay to Frankie's side, still with his
dick in his mouth. At the same time, I reached my third dry climax as I
continued their groans with a muffled moan. When I got my breath back, I
went to see them; they were standing up, their dicks coming flaccid as was
mine. Without a single word, we hugged together. Pedro opened the water and
we started to shower; when we were drying, the other two boys came in. Our
dicks were slim and I could see how both had a peek on us. We dressed, and
with entwined arms round our shoulders, we smiled.

       "How was it, Pedro? Pedro pushed his hand on Frankie side laughing.

	"You are fantastic; however, I still insist that we moan too
aloud." We laughed again and happily ran to our dorm. In our way, we met
father Angel.

		"Hello boys, from the pool?"

		"Yes, sir; we have been making some sport."

		"Good. Why don't you introduce me this boy?"

	"Sorry." Frankie said. "We supposed you knew him." Father Angel,
this Pedro Montalba, our next roommate." They shook hands as Pedro said:

       "Glad to meet you, sir."

       "Okay boys. I'll see you tomorrow in class." He left and Pedro in a
low voice said:

	"Fuck off." We grinned as Pedro added, "I didn't know him
personally, but I know his family and his life." We laughed as we continued
walking, Frankie teasing him said:

	"I thought you were to kiss his hand, as many children do in my
village to the priest." He looked at Frankie wickedly.

	"Neither he nor the bishop would take me to kiss his hand; they
would kiss my ass." We laughed again. Frankie said:

	"Sure the bishop would love kissing your butt and much better if
you fuck him." He looked at us and laughed the joke. Our eyes met for a
second and I was sure he understood Frankie also in a different
way. However, he said nothing. We ran to our dorm to prepare for dinner. We
entered, took our trays and food and looked for a place; in fact, the room
was not very crowded. I said:

       "We look like the three musketeers." Pedro said:

	"Yes; though Dartagnan is missing." We saw the lonely James sat in
the corner and I pointed there.

	"Let's sit with him. He looks very shy and I'm sure he has a crutch
on one of us."  Laughing I said:

       "You are incorrigible, Pedro. How do you know he is in love with one
of us?"

	"I know it, that's all." Slowing his voice, he added. "You are the
best making love and in maths, but I'm better than you knowing persons. I
have a sixth sense for that. On the other hand, he could be a good
musketeer if we could take off his shyness." James watched our intention of
joining him; he politely stood and welcomed us. I introduced him to Pedro:

	"Hey James! Let me introduce our friend Pedro Montalba. Pedro this
is James Marques." They shook hands and I could see how James blushed when
he felt his new friend's hand. In that moment, I found out who was the
object of his love. When we sat down, I jabbed Pedro's side. He smiled and
I felt sorry for the poor boy being in Pedro's hands. He truly was even
more rascal than we were, unless, I thought, James wakes up from his
shyness. I saw a book on the table and asked James about it.

       "Well, I, I'm very fond about the Spanish kings and his family's
history. It is like a novel."

	"I suppose you also read about the numbers o lovers, bastards and
slaves they had."  James blushed again for his loved boy's commentary.

	"Well, I study them from all points and I must recognize that some
of them were not what we now call honest and fair persons."

	"Honest? James, they all considered Spain was theirs because God
had given to them.  In His name, they sent people to the fire pyres,
hanged, or crucified them. Very far from what Jesus told them; and that
applauded by the priests and the Pope. Sheet all of them!" James was
surprised by the strong arguments and words used by Pedro. He then said:

	"The circumstances were different and I have to admit they were
rude, but some of them made possible great enterprises." I guessed that
would lead us to a difficult point, so I intervened:

	"The cause James is studying them, does not means he agrees about
what they did.  Unlike many persons, I think, he prefers to have a base or
just curiosity to know how they lived or acted." James looked at me
thanking for my help; I continued: "Even perhaps he is against that form of
government." Pedro argued.

	"I don't know what your opinions are, but personally I don't like
kings; I would prefer a country where people can choose their government,
like in France. A country is not a farm to be inherited by the king's
son. We should be able to decide to whom we like to govern us." Frankie
then intervened:

	"We better shut up and don't talk about this matter; and believe
me, I have my own reasons to do so." Pedro looked at each other, then, he
said:

	"You are right, Frankie. I think there are many subjects about what
we can talk. My father used to say that politics are dirty except..." He
stopped and continued eating in silence.  We all assumed the conversation
was over and continued our dinner. When we finished, we returned to the
dorm. I wanted to make Pedro some open questions; however, I preferred to
leave that for a better opportunity. Frankie and I sat and wrote a letter
for Jim and Françoise.  We were tired and had to get up early, so, soon
we went to bed.

Normally I slept the whole night without stopping, however, with the
conversation I forgot to brush my teeth and pee. Near dawn, I woke up with
the needs, but I felt very comfortable and I thought to keep it there until
we got up. In that moment, I heard some muffled moans, I thought someone
was jerking off his dick, but in the dim light, I could observe James
moving; and then I heard: "Shit, shit, again!" I saw how he watched his
pyjama, took off his trouser and underwear, carefully looked at the bed and
rubbed it with the clothes. In silence, he took a clean pair from his
nightstand, put it on and went into bed again. I smiled because I knew he
had wetted the bed. I thought to tell Frankie and Pedro in the morning, but
I knew Pedro would make fun of it that might jeopardize our fresh
friendship with James. He was too shy and probably no one had explained him
about his puberty. However, if that was true, he must have a great
confusion in his mind to explain why he loved that devil and humorous blond
boy who may tease him if he knew that he was wetting the bed, like a baby.

James was not asleep; that was the third night he has that dream. He was
confused how he would explain had stained three pairs of underwear in three
nights. At home, there was no problem, no one would look into it, except
his mom, but with care, he could put the garments into the basket and
nobody would care about it, but here in the school... "Oh my God, if Pedro
watched it!, I would prefer to die". He blushed, thinking about it. "But it
was so real, so wonderful! Frankie, John and Pedro were naked and he was
naked, in addition; with their dicks erected; all of them kissed and
touched him. Pedro even asked him if he wanted he would fuck him, and he
said yes. Then, the blond boy inserted his dick into his butt. It felt
marvellous and when he was enjoying the moment, came a strong need of
peeing and he woke up!"

"The previous nights had been very much the same, in different
situations. They were in a beautiful field playing, and then all four were
involved in a play with their cocks to the sun. He watched clearly how the
beautiful Frankie sucked John, Pedro watched him and ran; took him in his
arms and they kissed and kissed until that need of peeing came again. How
could he kiss a boy? That was a sin. Well he had to recognize that Frankie
was a beauty and that he had never felt anything for a girl; but perhaps it
was due he was too shy. Why was he so shy and not so rascal and humorous as
Pedro or John? I must get rid of this stupid shyness. Moreover, what is
about his peeing? He never wetted his bed, as far as he could remember..."
Without realising, he got asleep again and woke up with the bell calling
us.

He joined us and together we went to shower. I could see the effort that
this boy was doing to shower together with us, but I was sure he was
enjoying the view of our naked bodies because I saw his dick being erected;
though he took care to hide his erection against the wall. We all noticed
but instinctively we had agreed no to tease or make fun of him. He was a
good boy! We started classes and in the morning break, as we were coming
out, he took a chance I was not with the other boys.

	"Please, John. I would like to talk to you... privately." I paused
and looked into his eyes for a second and I found his urgent plead. I
melted about him, deciding to help him.

	"You know we have come to be very close and I have not secret with
them, let alone with Frankie."

       "Please, John." He pleaded. I thought about what this lovely boy was
suffering.

	"Okay James. Let's go to the garden, we always can say you wanted
to show me a plant at my request."

	"Thanks, John." Frankie watched us going in a different way and was
to call us, but Pedro grabbed his arm.

       "Please Frankie, don't interrupt them. I'm sure James has a serious
problem and wants to talk."

"We are his friends, we have accepted him." He argued.

       "I know; but he is very shy, probably he'll tell us without any
problem, but not in this moment." We arrived to the garden and sat near a
large rose bush. James bent his head and with some difficulty, he started:

       "John, I, I, I think am sick, very sick."

       "What are your symptoms? Do you want me to go with you to the
doctor?"

	"Oh no!" He almost shouted. "Now I feel fine, however since a few
weeks I have started to wet the bed as a baby. I hided it at home; but here
it is different. Can you imagine if Pedro knew it? He would make fun of
it." I grinned imagining the hell about this grown kid was going thru
because he did not have parents who cared about him. "Why do you smile, am
I saying silly things?"

	"I'm sorry James, awfully sorry that you think that about
me. However, I could not help but smile. You are not sick at all; all on
contrary, you are a very healthy boy, at least physically."

       "How do you know? How are you so sure?"

	"Because I was awoken last night when you wetted your bed and heard
your moans."  He deeply blushed as I continued: "You simply have arrived to
puberty; with another words, you are a man and not a child anymore. You
have matured as I expect to do within a few months.  What you expelled was
not pee, but semen. Didn't anybody tell you about what would happen in your
body?" He was now more relaxed.

	"Well, I'm afraid my dad never talked to me about this, and let
alone my mom. I have not any brother older than me. I have a boy and a girl
under me, but they are 10 and 6 y/o." He paused and then added, "We are
very much of the same age, why you don't wet your bed?"

	"We have a few months difference, I'm near 12, and you told me you
were in February, so it is clear that you have normally matured. You are a
healthy boy, so it is normal.

       "But why I wet the bed? I never did before."

	"I told you this is not pee, but seeds in your body. When your body
is full, it gests rid of what exceed your capacity. It normally comes with
lovely dreams, so you get an orgasm and expel it. From now on, you must be
very careful when you fuck a grown girl; you can convert yourself in a
young father."

	"Are you joking? Besides I have no access to girls."

		"No, I'm not joking. You are able to make a baby, if you
fuck a grown girl, of course."

		"If I what?"

		"Fuck. Don't you know that word?"

		"Well I heard it, but I don't exactly know the meaning."

	"Oh God, you poor rich boys!" The exact word is intercourse, but no
one uses it. That's when you put your penis, cock or dick; as we say, into
her vagina or her cunt, or her pussy as we say; and then you expel you
semen inside her." He thought for a moment, and then said:

       "You mean the reproduction."

	"You got it. However, it is not as cold as you say. It is the most
beautiful and wonderful moment, even if that is not directed to
reproduction, only doing it makes me mad."

	"It seems you have done it many times." With the conversation, I
was hard. I looked around and no one was in sight. There was a shack where
the gardener kept his tools. I grabbed his hand and I led him into it. I
unbuckled his trousers and dragged then and his underwear to his ankles; he
was already hard, too.

       "Now, jerk off yourself."

	"Jerk off? Sorry John, I can't understand..." We had not much time
left so I had to speed up. I planted my lips on his, my left hand on his
butt cheeks and with the right I wrapped his hard cock and started stroking
it. I felt his hand on mine. Only I needed three or fours strokes as he
started gasping, a few more and he pushed his hips to me, stopped breathing
and his dick spurted a few wads of clear semen. Watching that, I also came
to my climax. When we recovered our breath, I said:

       "That what I meant, James."

       "Sorry John. It was fantastic; I feel relaxed, very relaxed and
something as a regret."

	"That's normal, after five minutes it disappears. I suppose you now
know what you have to do. If you make it every day, you would not stain
again your sheets."

       "John, you will never know how grateful I'm to you. And your... your
kiss was wonderful." I smiled.

"That was only a light example; it can be hundred times more pleasurable,
James."

"Are you joking, John?"

       "No, I'm not. I am serious; however, we have not more time. The bell
will ring in one minute."

	"John, I have thousands of questions to make. Will you answer, if
you like, but when we are alone?"

	"I'll do, but together with our friends. You have an erroneous idea
about Pedro. If you give him the opportunity, you will see he does not make
fun of a serious matter like this; let alone about you.
       "
       About me?

       "Yes, about you." We heard the bell rang. We ran just in time to
enter into the next class.

Chapter 34
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We continued classes until lunch came; now all four together had our
food. I noticed Frankie and Pedro eagerly wanted to know what had happened
during our meeting. We finished lunch and quickly went to sit under a
lonely pine tree that we had started to like. We took our shoes off and
Frankie asked:

       "What was up, boys?" I looked at James and he nodded.

	"Well nothing important, in summary James is a man and he had
experienced his first jerk off; I helped him." They were gladly
surprised. Pedro then said:

       "Congratulations, James!"

       "Congratulations, man! Frankie said as Pedro added:

	"If we were in a place where no one could see us, I'll kiss you
James, and I'm sure you would enjoy my kiss."

	"He knows what it is, because I kissed him when we jerked off."
James lost his shyness; he approached Pedro and Frankie and kissed them on
the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but after all, it was a kiss of
love between friends.

       "Wow! This is the fourth musketeer we were looking for." Frankie
then raised his hand:

       "All for one, and one for all!" We high-fived together; James looked
gleefully. He then said:

	"Thanks mates; I'm overwhelmed with your friendship. I still have
some questions about what has happened to me. As John told me when we
jacked off, after I received that lovely sensation, I felt some regret as
if I had done something wrong. However, three minutes later it was gone and
ready to start again. Why? That's my question." Frankie then answered:

	"James, you have grown up in a religious surrounding, that's the
main handicap. I bet that the priest, to whom you confessed your sins, told
you that you shouldn't touch your dick; that you would become blind or
seriously sick, and similar stupidities. Look James: your dad, my dad, and
the 99 percent of boys and men have jerked off their dicks, and they are
still healthy and alive."

       "But then, why do they say it is a mortal sin and that God would not
forgive us?"

	"They are liars, simple as that." Pedro said. "Jesus never said
anything about that. He was God within a mortal body. If that is true, he
had felt the same as you are feeling now; probably he jerked off because he
was a boy and later on, he probably fucked a girl, as a man that he was."

	"We better forget about this." Frankie said as he added: "I don't
believe in that, however, if you still want to confess, I would suggest you
to do it with father Angel. He loves boys, too."  We paused for a moment
and James asked:

       "How many times do you think I can jerk off daily?"

	"Well, it isn't good to eat too much, you could get sick. Jerking
or fucking is the same.  My dad told me that three times a day is normal,
especially when you are young and healthy.  Later your own body will advise
you."

"Do you mean I can jerk off three times a day without any problem?"

"Yes, even more. Three times as an average, it is reasonable."

"This morning I couldn't tell you my dream. It was a lovely one." Pedro
then insisted.

"Please James, tell us about it now."

	"I must say it affects all of you. It was so clear and so... We
were in a strange place, sometimes it was a carpeted room, and then changed
into a flowered field; however what never changed was Frankie and John that
were sucking each other. I was terribly shocked, but I could not take my
eyes out of you. I felt a lovely sensation when I watched Pedro was running
to me.  He took me from behind and..." James blushed deeply. I'm still shy
to say it."

       "Come on James; get rid of your shyness!" Pedro encouraged him.

	"You kissed me as John did this morning, but then you bent me on
four legs, like a dog, and I felt your cock trying to enter in my back
hole. It felt very, very good. But suddenly I felt a strange need to pee
and I woke up." We kept silence. Frankie then said:

       "You mean your ass. It was fantastic, James! But it will be much
better if it comes true."

       "Why not? Are you ready?" Pedro asked.

       "Well, it is possible, but it will be very difficult to find a place
where we could not be disturbed or caught." I said.

       "I hope you can develop ideas. That will be our next goal." Pedro
said:

	"Please, excuse me for a while. I'm hard again and I have to
recover my lost time."  James got ready to run to the toilets for a good
jerk off.

	"You are excused, but don't exceed yourself, otherwise your dick
could be sore." He smiled and ran to the toilets. We finished classes and
with books and notebooks under our arms we walked to the dorm building. We
were paired, I was with Frankie:

	"Frankie, have you noticed what sexy lips James have? They are so
soft and red...I could only compare them with yours and the girl I fucked
in the cave. She had lovely ones." He was with his arm round my shoulders;
I noticed how he squeezed me. In a low voice he said:

	"You are right; he has a very sensual mouth. You have already
tasted it, so you must know it." I also put my arm round his shoulders.

	"I only kissed his lips; he still doesn't know the lovely sensation
of tongue kissing. We must teach him. By the way, do you have any idea how
we can meet together?"

	"Yes, I have. First, when we finish tonight our homework, and
before light are off, we'll pay a visit to the store, then we'll say to
father Angel we need the help of a couple of boys.

       "That's an excellent idea. I suppose we'll have sometime for
kissing."

       "I suppose so; however, it depends on how long our homework takes."

We worked as a team. Frankie and I were the specialists on math, chemic and
physic areas.  James and Pedro were on history, language, and geography. We
were all good on each of these matters; however, we were more on what in
school terms they call science; and they on letters. So, any doubt would be
solved immediately. We had established an iron and responsible discipline
on our work. Nothing was considered more important that our studies.
During dinner, we approached father Angel and told him about. He agreed and
mostly due to the fact we had included in our group to Pedro. I thought
that Pedro eventually would explain us why the priest was so interested on
him. We ended our homework, took the key and went down.  We closed the door
while we inspected the store. But before we finished I was hard. I took
James from behind and before he could say anything I started kissing
him. He trembled like a jelly cake when he felt my tongue trying to enter
in his lovely mouth; he finally parted it and our tongues met; he could not
resist this new sensation. He stammering said:

	"John, I, I think I'm coming." I quickly unbuckled his shorts and
yanked them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he took mine
down. We were naked waist down, our dicks touching. Soon I noticed how his
body stiffened and a warm sensation on my belly as he spurted his small
load of semen between us. I dragged him to the large sofa where Pedro and
Frankie were engaged in a 69 sucking. When we recovered he said:

       "John, that was even better." I smiled and I watched Frankie and
Pedro recovering their breath. I said:

       "You have the sexiest lips I ever met; they are very, very sweet."
Frankie then intervened.

	I want to taste them, too." Without any more preliminaries he went
on top of James, took from him the rest of his clothes and started kissing
him passionately. James groaned in pleasure, rubbing Frankie lovely hair
and caressing his butt cheeks. He left his tender lips and sucked his ear
lobes; that excited him even more; he groaned in desperation, overwhelmed
with the new, unknown for him, sensations. Frankie scooted down and sucked
his tender nipples.  That was too much for him; he raised his legs as his
new orgasm was approaching; however in that moment Frankie stopped
pleasuring him in order to calm him down. He was breathing heavily.

       "Please Frankie, don't stop, I need to release."

	"I know, but I want you to enjoy it." Frankie resumed his task, but
this time he straddled him in a 69 position. He didn't expect this when he
felt his dick into Frankie's mouth. But the greatest was when he watched
Frankie's cock rubbing his own lips. He eagerly took it into his mouth and
sucked as a vacuum; that brought him to the edge.

	"Frankie, I, I, I'm coming." Frankie raised his head and took into
his mouth his ball sack.  That completed his excitement. He arched his
hips, held his breathing as shots of clear white semen started spurting
from his dick, landing on Frankie's neck.

When Frankie hugged James I did the same to Pedro: the blond boy didn't
stop me, he immediately planted his mouth on mine and we kissed
passionately. Without separating our mouths, we stripped down tossing our
cloths to the floor; he dragged me to the large couch; I lay on my back and
he immediately took a 69 position. I started sucking his nipples and he was
doing the same to me until he reached my dick; in a quick move he took it
into his mouth and started sucking me. I felt his tongue exploring my
dickhead. I found his white ass in front of my face, I licked his crevice
and I tried to introduce my tongue in his hole. I noticed a spasm on his
butt as I touched his sensitive part, announcing him for a possible fuck
next time; however, I could not wait longer and I engulfed his dick until
near the hilt. We sucked each other, until I raised my hips and he pushed
down his when we were hit by a marvelous orgasm. We remained quiet for some
moments while James was licking and cleaning his own semen from Frankie's
neck and chest, then Frankie said:

       "What do you think James?"

	"It has been incredible Frankie. I regret a lot the long time I
have been in the ignorance and the lies of the priests. It tastes rare, but
not bad." We were all four sat together joking; however our cocks were not
flaccid. I looked into the blond blue eyes tenderly.

       "I suppose you want to kiss James's lovely lips." He grinned.

	"Yes; I want to drink from that lovely spring. I think I own him
some explanations." I stood, while he turned to James and they started
caressing passionately. I went to my lovely Frankie. I sat on his lap and
immediately I felt his cock rubbing my hole. He said:

	"I'm waiting you since half an hour ago." That was the time since
we had entered, so I understood what he meant. We hugged; my face was on
his right shoulder, near his ear, I bitted his earlobe; he squirmed as he
did the same to me. "Why do I love you so much, lovely boy? I would like to
have the word to express what I feel about you John, but I haven't."  He
whispered on my ear. I separated from him, our noses rubbing and our
breaths mixing. Then we recovered our position with each other in the
shoulder. I muttered.

       "I would stay like that for ages Frankie, feeling you near me, as we
did at home."

       "But now my cock is in your butt."

	"I know and I don't mind. Do you want it to enter in me?" He
separated again from me and rubbed my tuft, my freckles and finally my
lips, returning to my shoulder.

	"No. I'll never be fed up of you, John. I would like to melt with
you, being a single body, a single soul, a single being. That has nothing
to do with sex, John." We remained quiet and I could not help but dropping
a couple of tears on his neck and I felt his on mine. But they were tears
of happiness of two young boys that had found a strange, strong and mutual
love. Why was this prohibited by our society? Frankie was thinking the
same. He tenderly separated from me and we found each other's tears; he
licked mine and I licked his and embraced again. The sofa was a large and
wide one. On the other side James and his blond boy were engaged in a
mutual passionate sucking. We could hear their groans of pleasure. I raised
my butt a little so our cocks could be together. I started moving up and
down and he lay completely down on the sofa, his beautiful head lying on
the sofa's arm. Soon we reached a lovely soft and tender climax, while
James screamed as he started again spurting his semen, this time into
Pedro's mouth that eagerly drank it. I hugged Frankie very tight and rubbed
his neck and his hair. I felt his lips on my shoulder and his tongue
licking my girl's still fresh scar, as he used to call it.

       "We better get dressed and go upstairs. We still have time for a
quick shower."

       "Yes, but I'm so happy and comfortable here that I would remain the
whole night like that."

	"I know it, Frankie; but we agreed that obligations are above all."
He dragged my head to his, put his palms round my cheek and gave me one of
those tender kisses that I loved. My body trembled and I said: "I think we
still have time for a little more fun while Pedro and James recover." He
smiled and we started moving up and down, this time passionately. We traded
position to a 69 and, as always happened when made love, it was an intense
orgasm that left us exhausted. We were still recovering our breath when
Pedro said:

       "You really love each other. How could you fuck girls?"

	"That has nothing to do with love, Pedro. We love each other since
a long time. We like to fuck girls a lot, it is wonderful, but I'll not
change one minute with John, even without any sex, for all fucks to girls
and boys of the world." Those words were so great! Especially saying them
to a strange person...I could not help, but I hugged him as my eyes
blurred. Then I added:

	"The day that you are truly in love with someone, no matter if it
is a boy or girl, Pedro, you will understand what we feel when we are
together. And, as Frankie has said, it has nothing to do with sex; it is
something different; sorry I can't explain it."

	"I think partially I understand it. We have not enough time, but
there are examples in History with stories of great loves; some of them
even produced great wars." James said.

	"I know one, and the person is very close to us, but we have not
time. Come on; let's go for a quick shower before going to bed." Pedro
said.

       "Yes, let's go; but you must promise to tell us that story."

	"I promise. We ran upstairs, took a towel and dashed to the showers
that were at the bottom of the dorm. We were alone; showered quickly,
however I could see how James and Pedro kissed inside one of the
stalls. When we dried, we put on our pyjama shorts and left. On our way to
the beds I told James and Pedro:

	"Pedro, you must be very careful about your love manifestation. We
can't imagine what the other boys would say if they catch you kissing."

	"I know, John; but I don't know what is happening to me. When I see
those lovely lips I can't help but kiss them." We grinned and James pushed
his friend to him. They seemed were in love, or at least, they liked each
other.

Days passed by, we had few times left, except during the breaks or at lunch
when took the opportunity to chat. Normally there were other groups of
boys, some just friends and some friends and lovers, as we were. Friday
came and Marcus, secretly, provided us with a little bottle of olive oil
from the kitchen. As soon as we ended classes, we went to the library to do
our weekend homework. Looking for a book that I needed, I faced with a big
one that attracted me as magnetism, its title "Financing". I took it and
presented to the librarian, he looked a little bit surprised and said:

	"This is not a common book for a young boy like you." I blushed
because perhaps I might have misunderstood the title; he observed my
embarrassment and immediately added: "It is not prohibited, but rarely is
read by a boy of your age; however, as you seem interested in the matter, I
would suggest you a different one to star with." He stood and went to the
same section a brought a small one: "Introduction to Financing". He handed
it to me: "This is a good and recent book, when you finish it you can get
the bigger one." He smiled at me. "You can keep it as long as you like; if
someone asks I'll tell you."

	"Thank you very much, sir." He looked at me pleased. Later I found
out he was a technician on investments, working for the Company. We left
the Library and an hour later we were entering again in the linen
store. James didn't know anything; we told him we needed to check
something. I locked the door and I could see James grinning and trying to
kiss Pedro; but I said:

	"James, we have a job to do: to count and put down all this linen;
as quicker we do the sooner you can do whatever you like. We have three
hours, but you must realize that tomorrow, Frankie and I must get up early
to receive the truck and the dirty linen. That means we need to sleep."
Frankie grabbed from the shelf four dustcoats giving one each.

       "You better wear this to keep safe your clothes." James looked at it
and said:

	"I think it is too warm here to work, therefore, either we don't
wear this or we take off our clothes."  We all laughed and in seconds we
stripped down naked and put on the coats. I sat on the table; spread the
book and the three started counting parcels of items. We left four large
towels and four blankets out of inventory, for us to use. When we were
engrossed in our task, father Angel came, however, he didn't enter or
knocked on the door; he heard our laughs and how each one, in loud voice,
was telling me what was counting. He murmured:

	"Good boys." He left. We ended our job and a report for father
Angel. We sat on the sofa and immediately we tossed away our coats. We were
naked and with hard dicks awaiting attendance, licking precum. I started
petting tenderly Frankie and then to James. I said:

       "Pedro, you told me you wanted to be fucked." I didn't end the word
when James said:

       "Me, too."

	"We want that experience, and then we can do ourselves,
afterwards." I looked into my lover eyes and he nodded."

	"Okay. I'll fuck you Pedro; Frankie will follow me fucking you,
James. Since it is the first time we must be careful because we don't want
to hurt you at all, we want you to enjoy." The blond boy excited dragged me
to him.

	"Come on John, don't lose any more time." I grinned and could see
my lover engaged caressing James. I started licking his neck, earlobes and
his mouth. His dick was jerking in need; however, I didn't want to touch
it. I lay him on his back and I continued licking and sucking his
nipples. I felt his hands on my hair caressing my back neck as I approached
his navel. I flicked it and he moaned in delight. I felt his hand now on my
dick stroking it, I thought that I would come before I could enter him, but
I didn't mind, we had time to recover. I spread his legs and raised them to
his chest. I took the bottle of oil, Pedro felt my fingers find his crack
and slide down to the tight hole within. I ran my fingers over it and he
tensed for some seconds, still a bit afraid of what might happen. I stopped
and started to move my hand back up to his cock, but he moved it back down
again, signalling me that he was ready. He guided my fingers to his hole;
we were breathing hard and I started to gasp as my finger teased his pink
bud by running circles around it. He was really beginning started moaning
aloud.

	"Oh!...Yes... Do it John, do it." And without being able to hold
back any more, I coated my middle finger with oil and slowly entered his
tight little ring; after a while my forefinger, too.  We both had to stop
for a moment to keep from coming now. It was an overwhelming experience for
both of us! It took a little while before we started moving again, but that
first penetration with my finger was enough to drive anyone over the edge;
especially when I touched that marvellous point inside him. I reached down
and grabbed the jar of olive oil. I did not know how much more I could
stand. He was slowly masturbating me as I applied the greasy oil to my
leaking shaft. I turned him on his knees facing the couch, and I right
behind him, as Frankie was doing with James. I thought that was a better
position for a first time. His ass was so awesome, just as cute as the rest
of him. I moved into position, but before trying anything, I whispered in
his ear:

	"Let me know if I hurt you. I want you to enjoy and not to be
hurt." Pedro nodded, and with a little jitter in my stomach, I grabbed my
cock up by the head and placed it at the opening of his tight orifice. He
seemed like he was ready, and I pushed in ever so slightly. There was a
little resistance, then a lot, but Pedro never told me to stop, he wanted
this more than anything.  It took some pushing and pulling, but suddenly,
as if by magic, Pedro sighed and his cavity opened wide to accept me. I
slid in, centimetre by centimetre, his moist canal massaging my stiff
member from all sides, as I ventured deeper into him. Finally, I was all
the way in, and I felt my crotch resting on his flawless cheeks. "I'm
in. I'm really in." I whispered. Pedro seemed to be relaxing even more and
I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Ready?"

	"Ready John, I like it." I grinned satisfied as I could see my
lover was doing very much the same to James. I pulled out slowly, only to
push it back in again. Pedro was moaning loudly and I could not help but
join him. I folded my arms around his tender stomach and rubbed them back
and forth, as we made love. I ran my hands up to his nipples and glided
back and forth across his smooth chest. My other hand found its way to his
rock hard cock and began to stroke it in time with my thrusts. I began to
speed up. My thrusts became harder, my hand on his cock moved faster. We
were both moaning, our young child bodies glistening with sweat, and I was
about to reach my limit. Pedro was whimpering in desperation, almost
howling, and he was pushing back against me as hard as he could. Then, I
stopped fucking, and said:

	"Please, turn over so we can kiss." We moved in such a way that my
cock was still inside him; however, I could not resist anymore. I bent over
we kissed desperately, our tongues swirled inside our mouths. He tensed and
I felt his ass closed up around my shaft and his orgasm being immediately
delivered to me. I shouted out as muffled as I could as I exploded into
Pedro. I fell on top of him, breathing hard and still giggling to myself as
I breathed. Pedro then turned around and lay down on top of me. He kissed
me and I ran my fingers through his blond hair, my body still shaking and
twitching with delight.

	"That was wonderful, John. I never thought it could be that
good. That was why my cousin Jesus wanted it so much; probably he had some
experienced but he didn't tell me."  Similar words were James telling
Frankie. We had had a good job and had taken their virginity out of
them. In addition, as if Frankie was reading my thoughts, said:

       "You are not a virgin anymore." We kissed again and James, looking
into Pedro's, eyes he said:

	"You know we can do whatever you like my lover and I am going to
experience by ourselves." I looked into my Frankie's eyes. We separated
from the new pair and we hugged tenderly. Immediately we could see how they
took positions and the bottle of oil, starting their first and new fuck
sensations that they would not probably forget during the rest of their
lives.  Frankie and I were by that moment satisfied, so we went into the
tight shower to enjoy what we much liked; being tightly together, enjoying
our young lives. When we were under warm water, Frankie grinning said:

	"Please John, don't arrange anymore fucking with others; if you
want to fuck, I'll be ready for you, and I don't want anyone to touch you
anymore. I am jealous even of the water that runs along your body.

       "Me too."

Chapter 35
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Weeks passed by and we were near the end of October; therefore our 12th
birthday was approaching. I had read the first book about Finance and had
started with the second. I must admit they fascinated me all about shares,
shareholders, bonus, stocks, etc. Near all free time I had was dedicated to
those books. Frankie found it strange and he teased me, however he was very
respectful with what I was reading and he never interfered or asked why I
liked that matter; simply he found it amusing.

The weather still was warm and we wore shorts. Frankie and I used to wear
buggy ones; they were comfortable but we also wore them for something
else. When we were sat and raised our knees, someone sat in front of us
could see our thighs up to near our buttocks and that excited us. The last
Saturday afternoon, after lunch, all four were sat under the big tree, it
was too cold to swim in the open swimming pool, and the heated one was not
ready jet, so we were chatting.  I had my knees bent and my chin on
them. James was opposite me and I could notice how he rubbed his dick.

       "John, I'm hard only watching your thighs." I grinned and wickedly
said:

	"Well, you shouldn't be excited; after all, you know what there is
further on, and even you have touched and sucked it." All smiled.

       "Yes, I know, but I can't help it. In this moment I would take you
to bed and fuck you." I smiled.

	"I'm sorry, that would be impossible. There is only one person that
eventually could have access to it, and you know who he is." Frankie gazed
at me with a tender look.

	"I don't mind, I have the most beautiful blond of the world with
me." Pedro looked around and watching no person in sight, dragged James to
the floor as if they were wrestling and kissed him passionately.

	"I like you James, and those beautiful lips you have." James slid
his hand on Pedro thigh as he kissed back his friend. He then said:

       "We need to fuck, Pedro. What can we do to get our goal? John, don't
you have another inventory."

	"I'm afraid we have not, we must repeat it every three months; so
next one will take place on the first of January next year." I paused for a
moment. "However, perhaps I have a solution; nevertheless it has to be
without us intervening." Then James anxiously said:

       "Please tell us."

	"I needn't to say that you cannot release a single word about it."
Pedro stared at me a little bit puzzled as I continued: "There is an adult
in the school that is a boy-lover."

       "What do you mean with that?" James asked.

       "Exactly what he has said." Frankie pointed out. Then I continued.

	"He loves boys and enjoys with then while they fuck, suck, etc. He
loves fucking boys and being fucked by them. In summary he loves making sex
things with boys up to 15 y/o; however, his preferences are from 11 to 14
y/o. He organizes little orgies in his cell with those who volunteered. He
is very kind and of course no one is uncomfortable with him. You can fuck
or whatever you want the whole night without any problem. Eventually he
might masturbate or suck you, while you are fucking; if you like it, of
course." James' eyes sparked in desire as he said:

	"Let's assist to one of those orgies. It must be wonderful to see
other boys fucking."  Then Pedro asked me:

       "Have you or Frankie been any time in one of those meetings?"

	"No, we haven't. Someone proposed us to assist, but we declined the
invitation."  Please, don't ask me why or who the person is. It is up to
you to decide whether you would like to go or not." James then insisted.

	"Pedro let's go. We lose nothing, if we don't like it we can stop
and be back in one minute; but if it is what I think it is, we might spend
lovely nights making all kind of stuff. I'm hard only thinking about
it. Come on Pedro! Say yes." Pedro considered James arguments and thought
that might be a good experience.

       "Okay, what shall we do?"

	"By now, nothing. We'll make the contact and will let's you know
about it." Changing the subject I said:

	"Pedro, you promised us to tell a story about someone. Do you
remember?" Pedro immediately caught my message.

	"I'll tell you right now, no one but two." He paused while we were
in silence. "First: I shouldn't be in this school, my fucking father, in
connection with my uncle, had agreed to send my cousin Jesus and I to a
school in Cambridge, in England. He knew that the only thing I didn't like
of that country is the wet weather. I love the freedom they enjoy and how
they think about everything; however he punished me separating from my
cousin and sending me here. If he knew I have found here better company and
happiness, I'm sure he would make all he could to remove me from here."

	"Pedro, after all, he is your father. Why do you speak like that
about him?" He stared at me and I saw the sadness in his eyes.

	"I have seen many fathers talking or kissing his sons, for example,
my uncle to my cousin Jesus; but he never acted as a father, but as a
bloody egoist, at least with me. I can't remember whether he kissed me
once; why, I don't know and it doesn't fuck matter. Probably is due that I
have nothing from him; all my features respond to my mom's blood; not very
tall, clever than her. In such a way, I admire him. He has raised a large
fortune. As my mother, he comes from an aristocratic family, but on
contrary, he had very little money, if compared with my mom's family. How
has he got all that fortune? I don't know. I suppose he took the
opportunity, as many others, joining the dictatorship lines."

       "Well, if you admired him, probably he had noticed it, then why he
punished you?"  Frankie asked.

	"There is an explanation for that. My cousin Jesus is a year older
than I am. I think he fell in love with me when I was ten. He always said
I'm the prettiest boy of the world. We spent the summer in one of our
houses in the North. There is a small cottage near the beach to keep
fishing items. Two years ago he started sucking me, then we started kissing
and I sucked him as much as he did to me. We enjoyed our stays in
there. When we returned home, also we have a bungalow near the main house;
my grandfather had built it in order the children could play there without
disturbing adults. He always had an excuse to come to play with us, but our
plays mostly were sex, until our toys got sore." We laughed as he
continued.

"In England, we discovered a secret place in the school basement, and there
we made our sex practices. He truly was in love with me; he protected me
from older boys and even from my fucking sister. This summer, my cousin
Jesus told me he loved me and that he didn't like girls; he said he wanted
me to fuck his ass. I tried but we didn't know about the oil, so I pushed
my dick into him, he screamed in pain and I got my dickhead sore." We again
laughed. James then said:

       "But you expel precum, probably that would have been sufficient to
lube your cock."

	"I didn't realize that, nevertheless I now spurt a fair amount, but
this summer I wasn't so sure. Anyway, it was not very pleasant, however he
insisted and as I refused, he asked me if he could fuck me. I was curious
about it, because sometimes I had put my finger into my rectum and it felt
good. I said yes, that we would do at home in the bungalow during a Sunday
when everybody was engaged with visits. However, we were naked and our
dicks stiff, he sucked me and when I came it was so good that near
screamed. My sister was walking with his boyfriend, well that was what she
said; when she heard us. In summary, she caught us naked, with our dicks
hard as rocks, and told my father. Well you can imagine when he called me
to his presence. He didn't spank me because my mom would have not permitted
it, however the bastard told me so gross words that I would have preferred
hundred times being whipped than to hear what he said to me. The reverse
side of the coin was my uncle, Jesus' father. He understood his son's
feelings, and warned him about the hypocrisy of this society. He told him
that this was a normal exploration of our age and meant nothing about being
homosexual. He said that homosexuality is not clearly determined until we
are well into puberty, about 16 y/o. My cousin and I cried for our
separation, but I felt much more the offenses my father made to me.  I'll
never forget them! I'm sure my cousin is missing me a lot."

       "Do you miss him?" James asked.

	"No. I'm very happy and in such a way I thank my father for sending
me here." James then said:

	"I don't know if I'm homo or not; I like fucking boys and making
sex things, but this is because we have not girls available, and, on the
other hand, any boy can be as pretty as a girl.  However I must tell you
what happened to me when I was near ten. I got sick, my tonsils; the doctor
came and prescribed me sort of injections that I hated. As I cried he
changed into a different medicine, but it was in suppositories. My mom had
very long nails, so she warned me that I had to introduce them myself in my
bum, otherwise a nurse would do it. I cried but I accepted. She gave me
some slippery stuff; I coated one of those bullets and I pushed it well
into my ass. It felt so good that I told my mom to ask the doctor to
prescribe a new box. She looked at me in puzzlement and said: "You are too
little for so much medicine." I suppose she meant different of what I
thought." We all laughed about James' story and decided to go to the
library.

Frankie and I agreed to talk father Angel about the boys wish; so the
following morning, we went to the chapel before the mass. He was at the
confession box, so both of us, at the same time, took place either side of
it, in order to prevent anyone hearing us. After the traditional salute, he
asked me:

"Well John, are you coming to confess?"

"We have nothing to confess, father Angel. We have not committed any grave
sin."

"Then why do you...?"

"Frankie is kneeled on the other side to prevent anyone to hear us."

	"Good and clever boys!" He murmured. "What do you want?" I
explained him our friends' wishes, however advising him nothing had been
disclosed and no one knew anything about it. He then said: "Forget what you
have told me. You have come to confess and I'll give you the absolution." I
could see how he grinned as he raised his hand and said. "God bless you,
sons. Go in peace." Three days later the twins approached us while we were
having lunch.

	"Hi John, Frankie. We suppose you are Pedro and James. Glad to know
you." They shook hands and we chatted about silly things during lunch,
however, Frankie and I knew those were father Angel's messengers, so we
hurried up and finish our lunch; they still were on the dessert.

	"We have to check the mail, because soon will be our birthday and
are waiting for a letter from Jim." We stood, and left the four of them
amicably talking about their business. It was not strange for us not seeing
them the following Saturday during dinner. We grinned to each other in
complicity, Frankie then said:

       "I want to kiss those lovely thighs of you." I looked at him and
rubbed his knee under the table.

	"What are you waiting for?" We smiled got up and went to the
dorm. Many boys were on their beds chatting or reading comfortably. I took
Pedro's little electric lamp, I wrapped it with paper and went to the linen
store. We knew very well that no one would disturb us; however we needed to
take all kind of precautions; we locked the door, put off the main lights
and plugged the little lamp, so no one could know we were there. In seconds
we were naked and caressing each other on the sofa. I started kissing my
lover's lovely neck and then his nipples. Frankie moaned in pleasure as he
stroked my hard dick. We rubbed our poles against each other and a few
minutes later we reached a lovely orgasm that took us to the ninth
cloud. We recovered, I had my face under his armpit, he was caressing my
hair and I was pinching his hard nipples. He scooted down a little so our
faces were together.

	"John, every moment I spend near you is a glorious one. Sometimes I
think why I'm so happy; nothing might happen to destroy our happiness." I
rubbed his smooth cheeks with the back of my hand; I knew how much he liked
these tender touches."

	"Please Frankie; don't even mention that. That would make me mad; I
don't think I could survive without you being at my side."

       "But we must assume that a day will come when circumstances separate
us."

	"That will be different, because we still will love each other, and
will be thinking on the next time we may meet."

       "I love you, my precious John."

	"I love you, too, Frankie." And we kissed and kissed. I felt our
dicks hard pushing against our bellies. I thought for a moment about our
friends, and I said:

       "What do you think are they doing right now?"

	"I suppose they must be making sex with the priest." He paused for
a moment; our faces were so near that his breath came into my nose. "John,
it is a long time we haven't fucked. Do you want to fuck me?"  I stared
into his black eyes and kissed them.

       "I want to make love, not sex; and love is a problem of two, not
only one."

       "What do you mean?

	"I mean that if you want to make love to me I would love doing the
same to you." He looked into my eyes and kissed me passionately.

		"Let's do it, John, this would be as our birthday
celebration."

		"Okay, who'll start?"

		"You, of course."

	"No. This time I'm the commander. You will start; however we must
be very tight, therefore we need the oil; besides our dicks have grown a
lot since the last time we did it."

	"Yes, you are right." I stood, took the olive oil bottle and lay
beside him. I started kissing him, flicking his armpits, his lovely
nipples, his navel, until I reached his hard dick. I took it in my mouth as
I fondled his ball sack. I left his dick and raised his lovely legs to his
chest; his rosebud was in front of me. I tried with my tongue to penetrate
him but he was so sensitive that he even closed it more. I took the bottle
and poured some oil under his balls, it slid down to his hole, and then I
pushed my finger into his anus oiling his inside. He gasped as I lubed him;
then I coated my dick and got ready. "Are you ready, lover?"

	"Yes, I am. Come on, I want to feel you in me and be as one." I put
my hand on his chest, guided my dickhead to his hole and pushed. I found a
little resistance but as I pushed I felt the lovely sensation of my
foreskin being dragged back and the warm of his lovely tunnel round my
cockhead. I moaned in ecstasies when my ball touched his lovely ass
cheeks. I was near my orgasm, but I wanted this to last as much as
possible. He extended his legs and placed them round my waist; I felt his
inside wall pressing against my dick. Our mouths met and we kissed for a
long time. He caressed my neck and my hair as our mouths were glued.

	"I like it, John; I'm glad we decided to do it. I feel full of you
as if we were only one person." I pressed my lips against his as I started
moving my pelvis in/out of him; soon my dick could not resist any more. I
felt a higher pressure round my cock as he reached his climax. My body
tensed and as an animal I fucked him wildly, in seconds I was hit by a
tremendous orgasm that left me near exhausted. I fell on top of him
breathing hard and gasping for air. We remained like that for some minutes;
caressing each other body, but without saying a single word. After that
long time still my dick was hard inside him.

       "Frankie, this has been a beautiful moment that only love can
provide."

	"I know, John; but this has been only half of it." We kissed again
and remained for another five minutes without moving. I was with my head on
his chest; his left hand kneading it and his right was cupping my dick and
ball sack. I was massaging his neck with my right one while my left
caressed his thighs. I enjoyed rubbing them. He purred as a
kitten. Suddenly he turned to me and placed his lips on mine, starting a
long and passionate kiss. I understood he wanted to complete our evening. I
got the oil bottle handled it to him as we were gasping excited.

	"Frankie, let's do it." I placed my head and knees on the sofa, so
my ass was showing on the air. He kissed each cheek, then he entered his
middle finger into the bottle, and impregnate with oil he pushed it into my
bum hole. I felt a lovely sensation as he moved it inside. Again he
repeated the action until his finger slipped into my ass easily. I felt his
lips again on my buttocks and I squirmed only imagining his lips on my soft
skin. "I like that, Frankie." He kissed again and suddenly I felt his
tongue in my hole, trying to enter me. I trembled with a spasm and moaned
in pleasure.

		"You like it, don't you?"

		"Yes Frankie, it is a wonderful feeling."

	"John, you have a beautiful ass with two lovely dimples on the
cheeks." He signaled and kissed each hole. "I like them as I love every
centimeter of you, John; because of that I want to be inside you; I need to
feel you as part of me, as an extension of my soul." I could not wait
anymore.

	"Please, do it Frankie. I need that too." He coated his hard dick
with oil; he placed his left hand on my chest and started rubbing my
nipples and tummy; his right one cupping my balls and hard cock. I felt how
his dick entered into me in a single and slow thrust. He gasped and I
moaned.

       "Did I hurt you, John?" He muttered.

	"Oh no! I'm alright. I felt a lovely sensation when you touched the
sweet spot." He grinned. He started pulling out/in in a single move; first
slowly then he increased the pace; at the same time he was stroking my
cock. The moment of wilderness arrived when the animal sex overwhelmed us,
forgetting our love. He shoved his dick into me as a mad boy. We were
glistening with sweat, then I could not resist anymore. A tremendous orgasm
hit our young bodies; I could not remain in my position, my knees
straightened and I went flat on my tummy as my lover gave me a final thrust
with a long groan. He fell on top of me; I felt his breath on my right
ears. I recovered first and extended my hand and rubbed his face. He then
slid to his right side behind me; still his cock embedded in my bum. Slowly
our love recovered his place, our dicks came flaccid and I turned over to
face him. He was so beautiful! His cheeks pink for the effort and his curly
black hair scrambled mixed with sweat. I kissed his forehead, then he took
my palms, put a kiss on each one, and then placed them round his lovely
face inviting me to kiss him; I did on his lips while his hands were on top
of mine.

	"I immensely love you, John! Some times, like today, I feel ashamed
when we lose our control permitting our animal senses command on our
feeling."

	"You know I'll never be fed up of telling you how I feel about
you. We are animals after all, so we shouldn't be surprised if sometimes we
behave like them. But it has been marvelous!!!" We are running short of
time, it has gone so quickly... I want Christmas comes to remain a whole
night together as we used to do, even if we don't make any love-sex; only
as we are now." After another ten minutes of petting, we stood and went
into the tight shower.

Chapter 36
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He soaped me and I did to him, however our slippery bodies so tight again
ordered our dicks to get hard as rocks. He looked into my eyes and I
grinned in love. We started moving up and down, our mouths united in an
eternal kiss while the warm water cleaned us. Soon a lovely dry orgasm came
to us, not as strong as before, but a lovely one that left our dicks
exhausted. My head on his shoulder and his on mine, we remained like that
until the last minute. We got dressed and taking care not to be seen, we
slipped away to the dorm. We had spent near three hours together and we
were very happy. We sat on the beds and facing each other we changed into
our pyjamas. As I was to put my bare foot under the cover, a blond small
boy came from the showers, bared chest and a towel wrapped round his
hips. He looked at us I glanced at him.  Immediately I recognized him as
the blond small scholar that I defended during our medical examination.

	"Hey Willy! What are you doing here in this dorm? I hadn't seen you
since the medical check." His face beamed and came to our bed.

	"Hey, my friends! I didn't know you were here. I have come
transferred from dorm five; I have had some problems with that stupid black
haired boy. He had been seriously warned of expulsion if he persists on
annoying me and others."

       "We can talk about that later; we are very happy to see you here
with us. Come on, sit here with us.

	"I'll change into the pyjama first; my bed is opposite yours." He
came back after a couple of minutes and we talked about his studies,
hobbies, etc.

	"We are very well, we have two friends, these two beds; they are
with their families today." I lied.

		"Are they scholar, too?"

		"No, they aren't. They are paying boys."

		"That is synonymous of rich, consented and spoiled boys."

	"Well Willy, you should not generalize, there are good persons on
both sides. You have experienced that with that stupid boy." He nodded.

       "Yes, you are right; that's one of my grave faults, to reach
conclusions too fast." Frankie then added.

	"You'll know them tomorrow. Pedro is very similar to you, and he is
one of the best persons I ever met. I'm sure you'll like them. James is
that kind of easy boy, but very intelligent, very keen especially in
history, I would say too much; he knows more about Spanish queens and kings
than most of the teachers in this school."

       "Probably he is an aristocrat."

	"I don't know." Frankie said. "They never talk about their wealth;
Pedro lightly mentioned it and he apologized for it." The blond short boy
looked puzzled to us, Frankie added: "I can assure you that Pedro is a
republican and hate all about this dictatorship." He then smiled.

	"It isn't normal. Don't talk too loud, they could send us to jail."
We laughed. Lights went off and we too to sleep.

We liked that boy since we met him the first time. We had known that his
family had had serious problems during the Spanish Civil War, as Frankie's
and many others; that made a bond between us that was very difficult to
share with someone else. James and Pedro did not return that night; even we
did not see them at the Sunday mass; we met them during Lunch. Willy sat
with us and we introduced him to them. I could see how Pedro and Willy
examined each other carefully. James was exuberant and hungry; he did not
talk anything regarding last sex night; Pedro looked a little bit sad or
perhaps disappointed. We told them we expected our families visit next
Sunday. We noticed Pedro was reserved, however we thought it was due to the
presence of Willy. We spend the day doing our home works, writing and
reading our mail.

The five of us joined in the sitting lounge until was time for bed. The
week went by and the time demonstrated how wrong Willy was about our new
friends. He also demonstrated his intelligence. I would say we formed the
group with the best qualifications in our grade. That was normal among
scholar boys, but not in paying boys; they were not normal ones, except in
sex and love. On Wednesday, after lunch, James and Willy excused themselves
because they wanted to get a book from the library, so they left us under
the big tree. I think that Pedro was waiting for this opportunity, because
he said:

       "You have not asked us about the sex night with the priest." Frankie
then said:

	"Remember it was your decision; even being curious about that, we
thought it is a private field that we must respect. Then he sadly said:

       "But we are best friends, and as far as I'm concerned, I like to
share my life events with you.

       "Sorry Pedro, perhaps we have been too rude to you."

	"Oh no, you haven't, only that I..." He did not finish his word,
but he changed into the subject: "In fact we enjoyed the night, especially
James; I think he is obsessed with sex, probably due to him entering into
puberty."

       "Why do you say that?" I asked.

	"Because this is the truth. The priest brought us excellent food,
orange juice and cola. I will not describe item by item. James fucked the
twins; the twins fucked him while the other sucked him. I got excited and
father Angel sucked me; he is a professional because he made me a good
blowjob. Then I fucked both twins in different positions. James fucked the
priest while the twins sucked me. One of them, the one with the stain,
wanted to fuck me. I did not want that; however, I felt I needed to pay
them back, so I agreed. He prepared the Vaseline; not oil, and he tried;
nevertheless, it hurt; so he said that we must do it some other time and I
agreed. It was well over midnight and I was very tired so I decided to
sleep.

There are two beds in there. When I left, I saw the priest prepared to fuck
James that was kissing him. The twins excited were doing together what they
could not do to me. I woke up near midday; showered and left." He paused
and Frankie said:

       "It was a great orgy."

	"Yes, it was; but I won't come back. I am not obsessed with sex. I
like love, something as you do. They never mentioned the word "love" in the
whole night." He then looking at us added, "I want love, and sex if it
necessary, but not that." We immediately knew that boy was a lonely one,
searching for any kind of love. His dad hated him; his mom occupied with
his friends, and this poor boy had been left alone in this terrible world,
secluded in a lonely and far school. I looked into my lover's eyes and he
understood we needed to love this boy; otherwise, his life would be lost;
probably in the hands of the first unscrupulous person that he meets and
make a fiction of love to him. I pushed him down to the lawn, as if we were
joking, and I kissed him on the forehead:

	"We love you Pedro; you are not alone. Will you let us share our
happiness with you?  He fixedly looked into my eyes, making a strong effort
to stop his tears; then he smiled widely:

	"Thanks boys. I love you, too." Let us play soccer. We happily got
up, wear our sport clothes and spend the evening in the soccer field; until
we were exhausted. We mentally had taken a decision to love him and share
with him our love, until he found an unselfish person to whom he loved as
we did.

Days went by and Willy was an assiduous member of our team, we caught him
several times peeking on Pedro; he did not even noticed that we were
watching him; Frankie and I grinned in complicity. We had hot discussions
about all matters and Willy appeared being a great specialist on
Astronomy. He knew more about this subject than most of the students. He
was as enthusiastic on this subject as James was on Spanish kings and
queens' history. We also discovered Pedro was near a professional piano
concert boy; however, he never wanted to speak about his ability. On one of
those discussions under the big tree, Pedro asked Willy:

	"Willy, being you a specialist about stars and skies, what do you
think about God? He looked at his new friend with curiosity upon that
important question. He then said:

	"That's an important question, Pedro. I'm not a theologian, but an
amateur boy on Astronomy, so my opinion is only personal and extracted from
what I have read; so you should not form yourself a strong opinion on the
matter coming from a poor and ignorant boy." He paused Pedro argued:

       "We are more ignorant than you are."

	"Even so, this is a serious matter and some could be felt hurt. I
prefer not to speak about politic and religion; nevertheless, you have made
me a question and I'll try to answer you, dear Pedro." The blond boy
blushed as Willy named him with the adjective "dear". He continued:
"According to the current science, we live in a space filled with billions
of galaxies, these with thousands of constellations each one, and each
constellation with many systems like ours, with many planets of all
sizes. Our system is part of a little constellation; placed in a corner in
the outskirt of this, forming part of a tiny system heated by a medium
sized star, the Sun. If we consider our system as a whole group, our
next-door neighbour is of about at four millions year-light. Can you
imagine how big the space is? Who could do this? Do you think that God
would have come to save the Humanity to a tiny planet, placed in a tiny
constellation with billions of others systems? I don't think so. The Earth
compared with the rest of the Universe is less than the smallest stone you
can find in a sandy beach compared with the rest of the Hearth. You should
be humble than we are nothing; a small atom in the whole Universe, however,
if you hear the churches, we are the most important planet, even after the
Middle Age the Earth was considered as the centre of the Universe. Shit all
of them! If there is a being enough great that could build our World, it
was not Jesus, Mahomet, Buda, etc." He paused and we kept silence. Frankie
then said:

       "If you were in the Middle Age, those words would have taken you to
the fire pyre."

	"I know that; even now, if the director of this school knew how I
express my thoughts.  He might consider my expulsion. However, I'm
absolutely convinced that most of them think as I do. They are not silly,
and this Company has good scientists on Astronomy. I don't care because I'm
amongst friends and I take the Holy Communion from time to time." He
grinned with sarcasm. "I know I'm a hypocrite, but it is a tool to survive
when you have not money, but intelligence." We stood because it was time to
come back. Then Pedro looked into his new friend's eyes and said:

       "I do agree with you. Willy, I admire your braveness." Willy blushed
this time at his friend's words.

       "Thanks Pedro. You are very kind."

Saturday came again, we got up early to do our job and I saw Willy also to
get up; we went to get our breakfast before the paying boys; when we were
at the table he said:

	"I like Pedro, John. I must recognize I had some prejudices against
rich boys; but I think he is different."

	"That's our beliefs, because of that, we consider him within our
best friends." We went to our task and Willy to his. After dinner, James
disappeared arguing, he had family to attend.  Willy said he wanted to read
in the library. They left; I glanced at Frankie and he nodded; I took
Pedro's hand saying:

	"Pedro, please, take your little nightstand lamp, hide it and
follow us. We'll wait you outside." He looked at us puzzled, but I smiled
at him. "Come on, we have not the whole night!"  Once downstairs, we slid
out to the basement, entered in the linen room and locked the door, then I
watched how Pedro put a flashlight on. I smiled. Pedro said:

	"I supposed we need it." I smiled at him and he could not continue,
because I tenderly took his face between my hands and I kissed him on the
lips.

       "We love you, clever boy. He smiled and kissed me back.

	"I wanted this even more than you think." Frankie had plugged the
little light; he took him from behind and kissed his neck. Pedro turned
around and kissed Frankie on the lips for a long kiss. I started stripping
him and I could see he was already hard.

	"Come on! Let's put the blankets behind the shelves, we'll be more
comfortable there, moreover, that will prevent any body to see the lights."
We extended the blankets and a large pillow and the three lay on the
prepared bed, Pedro in the middle of us, Frankie on his right. We both at
the same time started kissing him round his face and he, smiling and happy
kissed us back; then Frankie scooted down to his feet and started licking
and sucking his toes, one by one; at the same time I licked and sucked his
earlobes, then his neck flicking my tongue until I reached his chin. He did
not expect such a combine action and I could hear his moans in pleasure;
his hands rubbing my hair and my cock. I kissed his forehead and his eyes.

	"We love you little brother." In those moments, we thought our
little nephew Francis was under us. He grabbed my head joining our mouths
in a kiss, our tongues fighting inside to suck each other. Tenderly I
separated from him and continued caressing his lovely face; I sucked his
chin. I felt his kisses round my face and his hands on my neck and back;
that was making me very hot. I bent over when I reached his armpits,
kissing and flicking them. He could not resist the ticklish and erotic
sensations; laughing uncontrollably. I placed my lips on his and cut off
his smile. He kissed me hungrily wrapping my dick and jacking it off. He
was gasping and I notice his orgasm was almost there. Frankie was now
licking his child calves, and when he reached his back knee and flicked
them, he moaned loudly. Frankie bent the boy's right leg and placed it
rubbing Frankie's dick. The three actions together made us insane. Pedro
sped jacking me and moving his leg on Frankie's crotch; that made us to
reach a common dry orgasm and we fell in heap one on top of the other.

	"Brother, you are very good. You look as an octopus making love."
Pedro smiled satisfied; we again started kissing him, as he moved his face
to each side to pay back our kisses. He looked so happy and beautiful that
I could not help to say:

       "I would like to have now a camera to take picture of you." He
giggled.

       "Why would you like to picture me? Are you a pervert?" We grinned
again and Frankie said:

	"You look so beautiful and especially, so happy..." Frankie kissed
him on the lips. I traded position with Frankie, he continued caressing
him, then he started licking and sucking his nipples; at the same time I
became doing what I most loved: to rub and lick his flawless thighs.  They
were so smooth and lovely that my cock was near to explode in another dry
orgasm if I put it between them. Pedro was now gasping with little
moans. Frankie ended sucking and licking his buttonhole, raised and went to
his white face, and ruffling his silk blond hair, said:

	"Do you know little brother that we love you a lot?" He looked into
Frankie eyes, dragged his face and eagerly kissed him. He reached Frankie's
cock and continued slowly jacking it off. Still we had not touched his
thick dick that was pouring precum, now spreading on his ball sack. Frankie
and I reached at the same time to his most private parts. I raised his legs
to his chest; probably he thought I was getting ready to fuck him; but he
was wrong. Frankie took in his mouth his dick and I started licking the
crevice between his anus and ball sack. We all three were gasping with
little moans as we were reaching the point of not return.

Frankie and Pedro were nearer because Pedro had continued jacking him and
Frankie sucking his dick. I sucked his ball sack, then I placed my dick
between his beautiful thighs and started fucking them; every time my
dickhead touched his balls a spasm went thru my whole body. We could hear
only gasps and moans. In seconds, our young bodies tensed. Pedro
instinctively tried to stretch out his legs as a powerful orgasm started
hitting him. He arched his hips and I sped my thrust between his thighs at
the same time he did the same to Frankie's dick. Loud muffled groans came
from our throats as we reached the point of not return. I fell on top of
his right thigh and Frankie on his belly, still with his thick cock into
his mouth. When we recovered, we scooted up to his sides. Frankie on his
left and me on his right. His arms open forming a beautiful cross.

       "I love you, little blond brother." Frankie said:

	"I love you, too, my sweetest brothers." I kissed him on the
lips. He them, alternatively looked into our eyes, grabbed our heads to his
face trying we could not see his tears; but he could not stop them and
started sobbing inconsolably with strong spasms. I knew those tears were
not of sorrow, but for tremendous happiness that he had never experienced
before. I knew he needed to be a boy as he was, and to cry, in order to
expel grieves that he had accumulated during his young life. Tenderly, at
the same time, we kissed his, for us, beautiful face, I said:

	"Little brother, don't be ashamed of crying. Please cry as much as
you want. You need it. We love you." These words produced a stream of tears
that Frankie and I licked his face, not permitting them to drop on the
pillow. Probably he remained more than fifteen minutes crying; we
repeatedly said, "I love you, brother." He calmed down. He looked into my
eyes, I smiled and he hugged me very tight.

	"I love you both a lot, brothers. I have never felt as good and
happy as I feel now." He took our hands and kissed our palms, then took
them to his face. We alternatively caressed him and he tucked us to his
chest repeating:

	"I love you, and I'll never stop loving you. Never! Never! Do you
understand, brothers?  Never!" Then Frankie said:

       "Well, what do you think about our love-making? He grinned and
hugged us.

	"It has been the most beautiful thing of the world; however I still
missed something." We opened our eyes in disbelief as he grinned and
continued: "I expected that one of you fucked me and I still do." Frankie
then said:

	"Pedro, you are our little brother, though your dick is thicker
than ours." We laughed.  "We don't much like to be fucked. We love fucking
girls or boys; so what we don't want for us we don't want for you, either."
He again hugged us. He added:

	"Nevertheless, I'll feel more as your brother when coupled and be a
sole body and soul with you both. Will you, please allow me that?" I kissed
his eyes and his mouth and answered.

	"If you feel and think like that, we may do it sometime, but not
today. We are running short of time and must return to the dorm."

		"Okay, I accept it, but you must promise it. By the way, we
must hurry up if we want to shower."

  "I promise, but we will shower here."

		"But that little cubicle is only for one person!"

	"Never mind; we'll make an effort." He smiled and all three went
inside the narrow space. Our bodies stick to each other so our dicks were
all the time rubbing against each body.  Amongst laughs and happiness, we
soaped each other, and started rubbing our bodies. Our dicks sometimes near
our butts, sometimes on our bellies and sometimes rubbing against our
crotches; until laughs became moans of pleasure as the third dry orgasm
came to us. As a pineapple, we remain quiet for a few minutes until we
recovered our breaths; then rinsed and dried; this outside. We dressed and
quickly slid to upstairs, taking care no one could see us.

Chapter 37
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In every building where a dorm existed, there were two large rooms for the
boys to study and/or enjoyment. One with comfortable armchairs and couches;
there you could play chess or similar silence plays; speaking aloud was
strictly prohibited. There was another one, in the basement to play
ping-pong, darts, etc. It was a very noisy place, but the majority of boys
preferred it; however, we liked more the open-air sports, as we used in the
village. Next day, Sunday, after the obliged mass, Pedro and Willy went to
the silent room, while Frankie and I went to the noisy.

	"Have you noticed how Willy gazes Pedro, and vice versa?"

	"Yes, I have. I believe these two are in love each other. They are
in a difficult situation.  Willy loves Pedro but he cannot forget his hate
to paying-boys and to the aristocracy; especially if they are from the
dictator's flock, besides, he is very proud of himself."

	"Yes; he has his own reasons to behave like that." Frankie paused
while we took a box of darts and started playing in a corner. "But I
suppose this will be until he realises he is wrong."

	"Yes. Then it might be too late. It would be a pity." Frankie
approached his mouth to my ears:

	"What's that beautiful and clever head thinking about?" I smiled
tenderly.

	"We should help them."

	"Are you mad? Pedro would reject any help. He is fed up of someone
takes decision on his behalf. Remember how he rejected his mom that wished
him to play the piano, in order she showed off before her friends. He
argued she needed him only for that and not because she were proud of her
son."

	"Yes. It must have been very hard when she slapped him on the face,
making his nose bleeds."

	"He was ready to forgive her and play, but she never came to his
room. I believe those parents do not deserve their son. I'll think of
something." Changing the subject Frankie asked me:

	"Did you finish reading that book about Finance?" I thought he was
making fun of me, but he was not.

	"Yes. I have picked up a new one; nevertheless, I would like to
have access to a newspaper published in England, `The Financial Times' to
see the Stock of Exchange results."

	"That sounds me strange; I never heard about it; however I think I
have seen that paper in father Angel's office. Is it near yellow colour?"

	"Yes, like yellow-cream. I will ask him about it."

We continued playing until lunch. We joined Pedro and Willy, however James
did not showed up; probably he was with his new "family". Many boys had
visits and were having lunch with their families, so the dinning room was
very quiet, and food, as every Sunday, excellent. We thought we had eaten
too much and decided to miss the mid afternoon milk and biscuits. We wore
the sport wear and went to play soccer; our favourite sport. Due to most of
boys were with their families, the sports field was empty. We gladly played
until we were tired and decided to get a shower in the soccer's; similar to
those of the pools, but smaller. It was a rather windy afternoon and we
felt comfortable inside. The idea came to me. Bluntly, I said to Pedro and
Willy:

	"Let's go into the last booth." We undressed and the view
immediately excited us; Frankie and I started petting. Pedro then said:

	"John, someone could see us and..." I smiled; my idea had worked.

	"You are right. We will take care of the door. I'll leave the key
outside, but I'll lock the door from inside with the latch; if someone ask,
we will noisily tell him that there is draught because of the wind." We
gave them no option. Naked we went to the first booth. As soon as we
entered in it, Frankie patted my butt and kissed me on the lips.

	"I love you, fucking clever boy. Do you think they know our trick?"

	"Sure. They are too intelligent to ignore it; but they are our
friends." And I was absolutely right, because as we left them alone and
naked, they blushed to see each other naked body; their blue eyes gazed
each other, and as if anyone had pushed them, they rushed into each other
arms and hugged tightly; mutually caressing their necks and faces, finally
their mouths glued in a long kiss. They tenderly separated and Willy,
looking into his new lover's blue eyes, said:

	"I love you since the first moment I saw you; but my stupid pride
didn't allow me to say how much I loved you. However, my dreams did not
obey anybody. I saw you every night in my dreams. In the morning, when the
bell broke my dreams, I kept you all day in my mind, and when I watched
your beautiful eyes peeking at me, my body trembled and I would have said
you right there I love you Pedro! But my pride didn't allow me to do so."
Pedro caressed Willy gently. He separated from him, his hands gripping
Willy's; Pedro looked into those blue pools of his eyes. Tenderly said:

	"Willy, Willy! I love you; you are my missing part. Where have you
been during the past years that I have not met you? I have been so lonely,
so desperate, so miserable... I thought that you would appear
sometime. However, my brothers John and Frankie told me many times that
eventually I would find my other half. They were right. You came that day
and I have suffered because I wanted you; I wanted to love you. I hated
myself because I had been born within a rich and aristocratic family that
banned me from hugging you."

As magnet attracts iron, they launched into each other arms again and
kissed passionately.  After a long kiss, Willy said:

	"You didn't choose your family and being you rich. The most
important for me is that a beautiful and intelligent boy, as you, chose a
poor boy like me."

	"I didn't choose you; my heart did it for me." Instinctively Pedro
took his lover's dick in his hand, squeezed it and started slowly jacking
it off. Willy, left handed, did the same to his lover; and only a few
strokes were necessary to send them to last heaven with a loud grunt.
Frankie and I that were petting and near our orgasm, too; heard the moans
and we too, reached our sweet point of not return.

	"I think you got your goal, my imp boy." I smiled as he said
that. "My God, I love him so much." I thought.

	"You forget you are also handling this."

	"I know and I want to handle your lovely and beautiful dick."
Without any more foreplay, he kneeled and took my cock between his lovely
lips. I squirmed and a spasm went thru all my body. I dragged him to the
floor, and in a 69 position, I engulfed his cock. Willy and Pedro had had
his first sexual experience together. Willy looked into his lover's eyes:

	"I would like to tell everybody how much I love you; I don't mind
if they called me queer, fag or whatever they wanted, as far as you
supported me." Pedro grinned.

	"I know you would do, but I only want you to love me, and I, to
love you. We don't need anything else." Pedro dragged Willy to the floor;
his cock was hard up against his tummy. Pedro grasped it with his fingers
and with his other hand cupped his balls. He placed his arms round him,
pulling Willy's closely against him. They fell on the warm floor. They did
not need to exchange any word as they continued caressing and Pedro lay
upon Willy's body. His hands were moving over his ears and through his
hair. He had his arms now round Pedro's body and pulled his ass cheeks down
forcing their grinding shafts against each other.

They went into a 69 gradually increasing the suction but kept the pace nice
and slow. Willy could feel himself slowly building to climax and Pedro was
tensing slightly too, their balls and sacs were tight, and Willy knew
neither of them would last much longer. Willy grunted as he felt the nice
feeling of his dry orgasm rising from his balls; soon he could not resist
anymore; his body tensed, held his breathing, arched his hips and exploded
into his lover mouth with loud moan thru his nose. That signalled to Pedro
he was exploding, he went right down hard into Willy's mouth. Pedro
literally screamed as he reached his climax.

	"Oh Willy, it was amazing, that was absolutely the best feeling I
ever had."

	"Amazing; next time I won't give you the opportunity to breath."
Both laughed with a great sigh.

We had finished our lovemaking during the shower and as we did not hear
from the new lovers, we went to hurry them up. They still were on the floor
caressing and petting each other. When they saw us standing near them, they
jumped up; still their dick a little bit erected. Willy went to Frankie's
arms and Pedro to mine. Willy hugged him and Frankie felt something humid
on his neck as Willy said:

	"I'm sure Frankie that I was a stupid. He liked me and I ignored
it. They separated and Frankie tenderly rubbed his smooth face.

	"We love you both, Willy, and we are very happy that you have
discovered your love in time. That is a precious treasure to enjoy both;
you must take good care of it. He did not need to say anything because both
knew he was in love with Willy. He answered:

	"How did you find out?" I grinned, caressed his near white hair and
hugged him very tight to my chest.

	"You clever imp, forget that you discovered my love before I did
yours. All four laughed.  I then added. "I suppose you have not yet
showered, am I right?"

	"You are absolutely right." He said smiling, and then Frankie said:

	"We'll run short of time if you are so lazy. Come on! Have a nice
tight shower, as we did in the linen store, while we keep you safe and get
dressed." The two lovers grinned, and hand in hand, entered into the shower
while we started getting dressed near the door. They soaped each other
kissing at the same time. Pedro was now soaping Willy, and he was behind
his lover, his hard dick touched Willy's crack; the blond boy felt that
nice pressure on his ass pucker, moaned and pushed down trying to get his
lover's cock into him. Pedro felt his intention and pushed up.

	"Please Pedro, fuck me." However to open the tight young hole the
soap foam was not enough. Pedro excited pushed hard, he opened a little bit
the entry, however that caused Willy a sharp pain and the same his dickhead
pained. Gasping excited Pedro said:

	"I think we need more time and some experience."

	"Yes, you are right." They started to rinse with their mouths glued
in a permanent kiss as they rubbed and grinded their crotches. Soon a
lovely feeling swept their young bodies, exploding in a common and lovely
orgasm. They finished, and while drying, Willy said:

	"What about if we ask John and Frankie to open our holes before we
do ourselves?  That was an old Celtic custom used to open girl and boys,
and that would save time."

	"It is not a bad idea. They have fucked other boys and girls. John
fucked me once, but I'm tight again; I had made them to promise to fuck me,
they postponed it; probably knew we loved each other and thought it would
be better we did ourselves."

	"Let's ask them." Naked they ran to where we were sat down, waiting
for them. They explained us. I gazed a little bit puzzled to Frankie and he
nodded.

	"Okay, we'll find an opportunity." Frankie said. I added.

	"To do it properly, we need time and a quiet place, we want you to
enjoy it and not to have a bad and painful experience." They got dressed
and we left for the dorm. We found James there and we greeted him; he had
rings round his eyes, apparently tired. Pedro then told him:

	"It looks you are tired."

	"Tired? I'm exhausted." Then slowing the voice he continued: "That
fucking bishop is insatiable; even this morning, before he went to the
mass, he blew me and the twins again. We remained in bed until noon when he
came back. Father Angel appeared, took us for lunch and we returned. I
looked for you, but I could not find you. Where were you?" Willy approached
in that moment and stared at his lover. James understood.

	"We have been playing soccer." James looked at them and grinned, he
then said in his low voice:

	"Congratulation friends for your love; you deserve each other."

	"Thanks." They said at unison.

The following Sunday was our birthday and our parents had told us they
would come. However, on Monday, when we finished our homework, after
dinner, James and Pedro excused themselves. James said:

	"We'll be back in one minute; we need to see someone." We
understood, they probably knew somebody else and wanted not to involve
us. In such a way, our suppositions were right.  They went to the chapel
and kneeled on each side of the confessional box. They knew very well
father Angel. This instead of the normal salute, asked:

	"Do you want to confess?"

	"No. You well know we have no sins." James said. "We want to ask
you for a favour."

	"Go ahead; I'm in debt with you." Pedro then said:

	"Angel, next Sunday is John, Frankie and Willy's birthdays. Well,
Willy's was two weeks ago; but we want to celebrate it together; however,
it must appear we have done nothing. We have thought to buy then a
wristwatch each for John and Frankie, and a pocket one for Willy.  They
must not be expensive; otherwise, nobody would believe it is a present from
their parents."  The priest thought how clever these boys were, so he had
to care about them; on the other hand, they had been very cooperative, he
had enjoyed a lot and the bishop had congratulated him for his task; so it
was time for the high priest to pay. He then said:

	"Leave it in my hands. Since you have come to confess, obviously
you must come to mass tomorrow evening. I'll wait you both at the same time
and I'll let you know how I have arranged it."

	"What are you thinking about?" James asked.

	"Let's me think possible alternatives." The following evening they
again excused themselves, however, this time we wanted to know what was
going on. Carefully we followed them up until they entered in the
chapel. That even puzzled us more. We thought they were dealing something
with the priest; and as we all knew later, we were not very far away. They
kneeled on the confessional box and father Angel explained:

	"My plan is as it follows: I have bought the presents. We will have
a little early dinner and a birthday tart with twelve candles. We will do
it at the Royal Cock Restaurant. You know where it is, James; near the
movies. I will give the presents to their parents. Willy apparently will
receive his by mail, as if his mom has sent it. By the way, Pedro, do you
want any inscription inside the watches?"

	"Yes, in Greek, it should read: "I love you + than yesterday and –
than tomorrow; and the date". The priest grinned and made no comment.

	"Still there is a problem."

	"What is it, the money?"

	"No. I will pay for everything; or better, the bishop is glad
congratulating your friends and he will pay for it. Of course, you cannot
say that. However, your parents have informed me they will come to see
you. I have bought tickets for the movies, near the restaurant. I wait for
you there at 7:00 pm. That is the time when the film will end and dinner
starts. I'll find and explanation for their parents." Then Pedro said:

	"It will look unfair if we don't make any present to our friends."

	"What are you thinking about?"

	"We believe a normal fountain-pen; let's say a Parker-21 would do."

	"Excellent, I'll buy five, one each. I'll give them to you before
we leave the school."

	"Thanks Angel for your help."

	"Don't mention it, Peter Anthony." The priest grinned because he
knew how much that boy hated those names in English as his English grandpa
called him. When they were out of the chapel, Pedro said:

	"This is a fucking bastard priest. He knows how to get me pissed."
James laughed.

	"Don't worry, we got our goal." He paused, and then said, "And what
about my fucking parents? They never come to see me, and just they choose
the day I want to be with my friends." This time was Pedro's turn to laugh.

To close the "James business", Pedro and Willy asked us they wanted to know
our families; we were glad of it, because once more, they demonstrated were
our friends. Sunday arrived and after lunch, we all were dressed in the
school's uniform waiting the loudspeakers called us as they did round 4:00
pm. We rushed to the visitor's large room. It was two months without seeing
our families. When I saw my parents I thought to jump into my dad's arms,
however I was not a 10 y/o boy anymore. We hugged and kissed them with some
tears. My dad looked at me and said:

	"John, Frankie, you are so tall... I can't believe that in two
months!" I hugged again my dad, his mouth was near my ear, he then he
added: "Has everything grown in parallel?" I blushed because I knew what he
meant; I recognized that I had the most wonderful father of the world. For
an answer, I pressed his hand and then I hugged my mom. I felt that
wonderful warm of his chest; I remained for a longer time enjoying his
lovely smell. I could not help a few tears ran down my cheeks. When I was
sure no one could see me, I separated from her and kissed his old face.

	"My little man! You look so handsome!" Something reminded her as
she told me. "John, do you remember that girl that you dated before you
came into this school?" Every moment spent in the streets, our kisses and
especially in the cave, came into my mind. I blushed.

	"Yes, I remember her. She is very pretty." Mom grinned.

	"The poor girl had bad luck." As I looked into my father eyes, he
said:

	"A few days after your departure, her uncles died in a road
accident. She had not any other parents, so the authorities sent her to an
orphanage. "I sighed and kept silence for a moment, and remembering our
friends were waiting for us, I said.

	"Dad, we are going to introduce you to our best friends, later you
will know the third of our group." Looking at Frankie I said: "Frankie,
let's go to fetch Willy and Pedro!" He nodded and quickly we rushed into
the school, and hand in hand, we dragged them. I introduced them, however
as highly educated boys, they offered their hands, but our parents,
instead, hugged them warmly, as if they knew them since many years. They
felt comfortable speaking with them.  Then I said, "Dad, Pedro besides
being a clever boy, he can play the piano near as a professional. Pedro, my
dad is very keen on music, especially about Spanish zarzuela." That was
enough for them to start talking about the matter. Frank then intervened:

	"By the way, Michael, do you remember the old house that the Town
Hall is going break down?"

	"Yes. Why?

	"The Mayor has found an old piano within the old furniture; no one
wanted it and he offered me. I had a look, and it seems in good
conditions. Do you want to buy it? Perhaps any of the girls would like to
learn how to play it." I could see how Pedro's eyes sparked, however he
would not intervene in the conversation unless someone asked him. My dad
then said:

	"John, would you like a piano? I looked into my friend's eyes.

	"Pedro, what's your opinion?" The boy immediately asked:

	"Frank, do you remember the make? And what type is it?"

	"Well, it is vertical and the make sounds something like
Schweitzer..." Pedro then said:

	"To be honest, I must advise you it is one of the best old makes,
sometimes difficult to obtain, especially a good one; and once it is
restored you can get three times its present value."  As they still doubted
he added, "Can you buy it for me? I don't want it to make business, but to
play it." I have some money upstairs from my assignation; you would receive
the rest before the end of the next week. I don't want my family to
interfere." Frank looked into my dad eyes, and then he said:

	"I'll buy it for you. I'll let father Angel know the transaction
and the cost; then you can arrange the payment to the Town Hall; we'll keep
it at home until you decide what to do with it.

	"Thank you Frank. It will only be mine, nothing to do with my
family." In that moment, father Angel came to greet our parents; he invited
them to his office where he explained them his plan organized by the boys.

	"I must tell you something about this group. We have recognized
that since a long time we had not a bunch of boys as bright as they are; I
would dare to say they will find out our trick, but then it will be too
late." Our parents smiled satisfied, Frank then added:

	"Father Angel, I have been a professional on school and I find
strange the qualifications we receive from our children." The priest
grinned:

	"I know that. Those numbers are fictions. We cannot put their real
ones until the end of the year, otherwise they will relax and not to work
as they are doing now. Believe me; they are the best students of this
school; at least within their grade. We have no time today to talk about
that, however, if you want, I am ready to chat with you about it, any day
at any time. I think we must join them." Everything arranged, Pedro told
father Angel regarding the piano, he would give him some money from his
savings, as he did. All together, we went to the movies, except father
Angel that had promised to be there when the film was over. We entered and
sat in the same row, the boys in the middle and our parents on each side;
Frankie was near his mom, and I was near mine. Pedro and Willy were in the
middle. The film was very interesting. I could see how Willy and Pedro slid
their hands and were together; kissing lightly as if they were talking on
the ears. It finished and we went out excited with the movie. We met father
Angel and James in the main hall; introduced him and immediately he felt as
at home with our families.

We entered in a private room in the restaurant. It was a large round table,
so we sat round it. In a corner, a vertical piano immediately called
Pedro's attention. The waiter served dinner while father Angel was
informing our parents about the school and particularly about our
qualifications and performance. We ate as young and healthy boys could do;
everything was so good and we were so happy... We never had a celebration
like this. When dinner was over, the waiter came with a large tart with
twelve candles on it, with the three names written with caramel. Willy's
eyes blurred when he saw his name.

	"But, but, but... my birthday took place two weeks ago!" He said
stammering. I could observe how Pedro grinned as he took his lover's hand
and pressed it. Pedro them went to the piano opened it and asked father
Angel permission with a sight; he nodded. While father Angel lighted the
candles, he sat down on the stool as a professional and started playing
""HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU..."" All sang and the three together blew the
candles. None of the three had had a birthday celebration like this. We
hugged happily not waiting anything else. However, when Pedro finished,
James extracted three little parcels and gave us one each. We eagerly
opened them finding the fountain pens.

	"Congratulations! We hugged them very tight and especially Willy;
he then hugged and kissed Pedro on the cheeks with tears as he was telling
him in a very low voice. "I love you."  Nevertheless, that was not
all. Frank made a fake cough and called our attention, he then said:

	"Frankie, you have worked hard and you deserve something that you
eagerly wanted."  Frankie looked at me in surprise. I could not help
because I knew anything. He extracted a little box and gave it to him. At
the same time my dad came to me, he kissed me and said:

	"You are equal and deserve the same." He extracted from his pocked
the little parcel. I could not believe it when my hands trembling, I opened
it and we saw the watch. I cried excited, kissing my mom and dad. However,
I looked to one side and I saw Willy's sad face. I could not accept it; we
were the same, we had worked all together; "why has he nothing?" I asked
myself.  I looked into Frankie's eyes for a few seconds and I found his
concern, however Pedro and James were terribly happy watching us. Then
joining me, Frankie said:

	"Dad, mom, thanks for your present, nothing would have pleased me
more than this, but I can't accept it." He then placed the watch on the
table as I did the same. My dad was so confused; he then said:

	"Why son? You know how much we love you."

	"Yes dad." I answered. "I regret it a lot, but we are three friends
in this celebration."  Frankie and I went to Willy that could not believe
what he was watching. We hugged him.  Frankie then said:

	"Please dad, return them to the shop and exchange by three cheaper
ones." Willy hugged us as his eyes blurred; then father Angel said:

	"I appreciate your solidarity, but we had not still finished." We
looked at him that ignored us as he continued speaking and extracted a
squared little parcel from his pocket. "I have received this parcel in
today's mail; it was addressed to me, but with the order to deliver to
Guillermo Rice, so here you are Willy. I wonder who is the sender because
there is nothing written on it and was picked up by our mailman." Willy
stared at us not knowing what to do.  "Come on, Willy, opened it!" Father
Angel encouraged him. He torn the paper, then the hard carton; inside there
was a little brown box. He opened it; he widely opened his beautiful blue
eyes and mouth, with tears, he said:

	"Oh god, god! It is a pocket watch!" There was a typed note inside
with two single words: ""HAPPY BIRTHDAY"". He opened it to see the time and
a lovely music started playing.  Under the cover were some Greeks words
that he read carefully. Then Pedro sat on the piano and started playing the
complete music of the clock. With a lovely smile on his face, he said:

	"It is "Für Elise", from Beethoven." Willy could not resist the
temptation and hugged his friend from behind, kissing his cheek without the
rest noticing it. Pedro turned around "Do you like the music? Their eyes
met telling him how much he loved him. Everybody now was happy, we wore our
watches and Willy proudly opened his.

	"Thank you very much indeed for this present; you will never know
how much it represents for me." He then hugged and kissed our parents and
to the priest. Then this said:

	"Well I'm afraid, but the school has its own rules; we must
return." Our parents came with us; at the entrance, we hugged and kissed
them, advising to give our best regards and kisses to all the family. We
said goodbyes until next Christmas; and with some tears, they left us.

End of Part IV