Date: Tue, 9 Feb 2016 17:36:57 +0100
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Best Friends Part 5
Part V
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Chapter 38
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The following Sunday, after the mass, all the gang, except James, were sat
under the big pine tree. Willy explained why that type of pocket-watch was
so important for him. He explained they kept at home a similar one, but
near destroyed by the first bullet that his dad received from the police in
his chest three years ago; the second bullet killed him. That was during an
unauthorised strike; the police shot the worker's crowd; then an official
explanation: "He had died from a heart attack." His uncle Leopold looked
after him and his mother. In fact, he was not his uncle, but his dad's best
friend. He helped his mom looking after the cows and doing all the hard
chores in the farm, until she recovered from her husband's dead.
"Apparently Leopold is a good man." Pedro said. Willy looked his new
friend with love and grinned.
"Yes he is a good man and I love him a lot. Sometimes I feel
ashamed because when I try to think of my dad, the face that I see is
Leopold's. He has a fine name, curly hair and light brown skin. I call him
"Gipsy" and he calls me "Viking". They love and fuck each other."
"Well if they do, why don't get married?" Frankie asked.
"I know he has asked it to my mother many times, but in my village,
widows must keep mourning during three years. They are not dressed in
black, but should not get married before that time; my mom wants to comply
with the custom; probably they are waiting my return because that time has
already elapsed."
"Willy, how do you know they fuck?" Pedro asked. He grinned
wickedly.
"I'm not silly, you know? Sometimes they believe I am sleeping and
start their lovemaking. My little room is near hers and clearly can hear
moans and something else. From now on it will be more difficult, because
mom has spent all her savings and is adding up a new room for me and a
bathroom downstairs; the old room will be used as a large wardrobe." Pedro
was the most interested since he had never been in a farm.
"Willy, if you didn't have a bathroom; how did you shower?"
"Well, it depends on the weather. Normally with warm weather, we
had a provisional shower installed in a shack in the back yard. In winter,
we bathed in the kitchen; mom heated water in an especial bucket and
dropped me in a washtub in front of the fireplace; it was lovely moments. I
liked them.
"Well, that is what my dad did with us." Frankie pointed out. Willy
then smiled.
"You don't know the fine thing. When I was ten, my dick started to
grow during the washing sessions. My mom then told me that I must bathe
myself. One day Leopold came and found me touching my cock. He asked me if
I enjoyed it, as I said yes, he said, "I'll teach you to do it properly."
He taught me how to jerk off. From that day, I did every time I bathed. I
only allowed him when I was bathing; so another day he referred me about
sucking. I asked him to show me, he refused but as I insisted, he blew me
for the first time. It was so good that my knees buckled and I fell into
the washtub. From that day, our friendship increased but he never repeated
the favour, he said, "I have taught you; therefore you must find a boy of
your age to do it to you. I like to do it to women, but not to boys or
men." Then the question came to me and asked him if he did that to my
mom. He got red, I thought he would strike me, but he did not; he smiled
and answered, "You are a very naughty boy." He hugged and kissed me and
then added. "Next time I'll assure myself that you are asleep." We all
laughed Willy's story, he really was an amused boy. He then asked me, "John
have you ever milked a cow?"
"I must confess that I have tried several times, and never got it
properly. Why?" He smiled. Pedro seemed he was in another planet as we
talked about farm things. Willy continued:
"Mom taught me how to do it. We have a few and she sells the
milk. One of them is near white and its teats are pink, they look like
Pedro's dick when it is erected; they are warm and hard before starting to
milk the cow. When I massaged the teats, always my dick got stiff. Since
last year, in the evening, before we milked cows, I sucked one of the teats
while I jacked off. It was fantastic." We again smiled, but Pedro then
said:
"John, with Willy story I'm very hard, and I believe you are
too. Can we go to the linen room? I must show Willy the difference between
my cock and a cow's tit." I thought for a moment, because he was right.
"Well it is a risk; however, if we do it in fifteen minutes I think
there won't be any problem. What do you think Frankie?"
"I'm hard, too. Let us go, however, we must realise we have not
much time left. We had better go to the dorm first, change into casual
clothes and then to the linen. Let's go!" We all jumped and ran to the
dorm, we wore a tracksuit and a few minutes later, we took off our trouser
and paired in 69s sucking each other. The first feeling came so quick that
our dicks were harder than before, so we continued until moans indicated
they were all reaching a lovely climax. We remained quiet for another five
minutes; then dressed, and carefully we went out to the dinning room for
lunch. Willy then said:
"It has been lovely; however we have spent 25 minutes. We must
adjust our cocks to the real time." Again all laughed. Then Pedro said:
"John, when you and Frankie will do it to us..."
"We must ask James about it. We must be sure that father Angel is
not in the school. Next Saturday could be a good day for it. What do you
think, Frankie?"
"Yes, it will do. I will ask James. In the middle of the following
week, father Angel called Pedro to his office:
"Pedro, I have settled the problem with the piano; your mom has
paid it, however, she doesn't know the money is for that purpose, only for
miscellaneous school expenses. I have sent it to a specialist to restore
it. According what the man has said, the instrument is in good conditions
and that really it is a jewel; this specialist has told me that the
restoration will take a month, as minimum. He'll phone me when it is ready,
so you can decide about it."
"Thanks, sir. If the school doesn't mind, I would like to keep it
here and being used while I'm in the school; however, not for teaching,
except that the student is duly qualified to play it." I would much
appreciate that father Kenneth plays it; I know how good he is playing the
organ in the chapel."
"I'm sure the school will accept your offer and father Kenneth more
than anybody else."
"Father Angel, can I ask you a favour?"
"Of course, you can. What is it?"
"When we receive the piano, I would like to give a little concert
for all boys and adults that want to hear me."
"It is an excellent idea. I'll tell that to the director and come
back to you."
"Thanks again, sir." Before he left, father Angel said:
"By the way, Pedro; please, tell James to come and see me after
dinner. Now you can go and continue your chores." He left the office and
joined us at the table at lunch. He was very happy for two reasons: father
Angel would be absent during the weekend, and the piano, his piano, would
soon be in the school. For the first time, he felt something special; he
was happy that his dad committed the mistake sending him to this
institution; he had wonderful friends, a boy to whom he loved and he loved
him, and a piano, his piano! He had wanted this for a very long time;
however, his stupid father rejected to buy one, telling that should use his
intelligence to earn money and not to be a stupid musician. Now he had
obtained a jewel by his own without anyone telling him what he had to
do. Yes, he felt good and happy!
Saturday arrived and after dinner, one by one, we slid into the linen store
without anyone noticing the absence. I was the first, so as soon as I went
in I started to spread the blankets on the floor; the second on arriving
was Frankie; as soon as he entered, he took me between his arms and we
kissed passionately.
"Why do I love you so much, John? I wouldn't live without watching
you." I hugged him rubbing his back.
"I love you, too, Frankie. I love every centimetre of you." In that
moment, Pedro and Willy entered locking the door. In the dim light of the
little lamp, the two new lovers kissed with passion not wanting to lose a
single minute. Willy then said:
"Why I had not found you before? I feel we have lost a lot of
time." Willy dragged him to the blanket, rolling Pedro on top of him; he
watched the beautiful blond boy; he caressed his silky hair.
"Yes, we have lost some time, but we have the whole life to live
together, my beautiful Viking." I started stripping Frankie and he did the
same to me. Willy and Pedro followed us and I could see how their passion
increased, because before Willy tossed his trouser on the large couch,
Pedro took his erected dick into his mouth, licking and sucking
desperately. Soon they and we were in a 69 sucking each other. That lasted
about half an hour; we enjoyed a couple of dry orgasms before we stopped
caressing each other quietly. Pedro then said:
"John, I think we should start with what you promised." I looked
into my lover's eyes. I said:
"Yes, you are right. I enjoy a lot being near Frankie, but a promise
is a promise." Willy then said:
"How we'll do it?"
"It is up to you to decide." Frankie said.
"Okay. I will be with John and Willy with you. Please take care of
him, I love him too much." Willy could not resist the temptation and hugged
Pedro tenderly.
I lay near Pedro and started kissing him on the lips; our tongues mixed in
with a delight sensation until the saliva leaked to his chin. Gently I
separated from him; I licked and sucked his ear lobes, his neck, and then
his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. I scooted down to his crotch and I
tried to put into my mouth his ball sack, but it was too big; so I sucked
one by one. I could observe how Frankie was following my steps with Willy;
both boys were gasping; then I took the jug of oil, raised his legs to his
chest and poured some of the yellow clear cream on his pink pucker. With my
forefinger, I circled round his asshole and he moaned in pleasure.
"John, that feels fantastic." I heard how Willy confirmed it.
"Yes, it does." I wanted to get him hot before I entered him, so I
started sucking his lovely and thick cock while I pushed my finger into his
anus. It went easily inside him and I noticed the pressure of his
sphincter's muscles round it. I found his prostrate and gently rubbed it
lightly; he near screamed.
"Oh John, that... that feels so great!" I think I'll come if you
touch that spot again." I could observe how his dick was jerking with every
heartbeat. I extracted my finger, I smeared some more oil on my middle and
forefinger and I pushed both into his ass while I sucked his dick. We
finger fucked them; they tensed their bodies and moaned loudly as both
reached their new orgasms. I remained with my fingers inside his ass
fucking him until he recovered his breath. "Oh god! That was so
fantastic...!"
"Did it hurt, Pedro? You are tight."
"Oh no, it has been all pleasure."
"I have been in a cloud. Willy said. I remained during five more
minutes with my fingers inside his ass. I was very hot and almost ready to
cum. Then I said:
"Well boys, we think you are ready and now it is the time. Please
Pedro, turn over; place your head on the pillow while your body is on your
open knees, so your ass is up to the ceiling." Both did at unison as
Frankie grinned; he knew I had chosen in this way because he loved fucking
in doggy. We smeared a fair amount of olive oil on our dicks; I had to rub
it to prevent some drops could fall on the blankets. With this, my cock was
excited and hard as a rock. With my right hand guided the head to that near
virgin hole while my left was caressing his thick cock. "Pedro, when you
feel my dick, please do as when you are going to crap. Should experiment a
strong pain you must tell me. I want you to enjoy not hurting you; we have
time. Is it okay?"
"Yes, understood." I place my left arm round his hips and I pushed
hard; then my dripping cock head went easily inside him; with the nice
feeling as his sphincter dragged back my cock's foreskin. I heard a little
moan from Pedro.
"Did I hurt you, Pedro?
"No. I felt a little sharp pain, but it has gone immediately. It
feels good now." I remained in there for a couple of minutes while I
caressed his dick; I noticed his breath was increasing. I retrieved a
little bit and I pushed again. This time he did not moan, I thought he was
accepting my cock into his bowels. A couple of minutes to adjust himself to
the new situation and then I retrieved a little more and pushed hard
again. I went entirely inside him, my crotch now rubbing his lovely white
butt cheeks. He moaned again and I asked, "Any pain, Pedro?"
"No, it just that you touched that spot and if you do it again I'll
come. It feels lovely John. Please push hard into me to the hilt." I
smiled.
"I'm entirely in you, dear Pedro."
"I feel full and lovely." Willy said.
"The worst is over, boys; now you will start really enjoying our
fucking." Frankie said. I retrieved slowly and then pushed back again into
my friend. Pedro moaned in pleasure as I rubbed his sweet spot. We were
very close to orgasm. I increased the pace and soon we were fucking as mad
animals, at the same time I jerked his dick off. Being stimulated on both
sides, soon he groaned and went flat on his belly breathing heavily as he
reached his climax; he could not resist the pleasure he felt. I gave him a
final thrust when I received that wonderful orgasm and I went on top of
him, gasping for air as I released my tension. We remained quiet for about
five minutes mutually enjoying the lovely sensation. Then I rolled onto my
back dragging Pedro with me, so he was now on top of me, impaled with my
dick. I kissed his neck and ears and instructed him: "Pedro, get upright
and turn around so I can see you." He did as I ordered; I stared at that
lovely boy. His cheeks were pink with excitement and pleasure and his
sparking blue eyes hit mine. I did not do anything; he bent on me, our
mouths met gently and slowly. I rubbed his hair and he rubbed my tuft. He
then said.
"I love you, brother. It is wonderful and as you promised, I have
felt only pleasure."
"Still you will feel much better within a few minutes; especially
when you and Willy do it together." He turned his head; extended his hand
and joined his lover's that was in the same position as he was. "Now I'll
help you, but you will do the hard work."
"With pleasure." He said as he started moving himself up down; his
dick rubbing against my belly. A few minutes later, he raised his body
straddling my hips; he placed his hand on my thighs and started moving
up/down. I took his dick on my hand and jacked him off again. Some minutes
later he tilted his head back breathing heavily and moaning in pleasure;
drops of sweat dribbling from his forehead. Our young bodies tensed, held
our breathings, I arched my hips and my cock exploded inside him trying to
spurt what it could not. He fell on top of me exhausted; his head on my
left shoulder, I could smell his boy sweat and feel his breath as his nose
was near my ear. We remained quiet for a long time; I feared that perhaps
we could get asleep; so I tried not to close my eyes, however my eyelashes
weighted a ton, and what I thought has been a second it converted in an
hour. I looked at my watch and I near jumped, however Pedro was pleasantly
asleep on top of me. I shook him to wake him up. Frankie and Willy were
equally asleep.
"Hey boys, it is 9:30!" I near shouted. They quickly moved but it
seemed not to worry. Pedro joined Willy and started kissing him. Frankie
came to me and he started massaging my dick. He said:
"Still I have thirty minutes to love you, my precious John." Soon
we were in a mutual 69 suck. As I turned my head, I watched Pedro already
fucking hard his lover. Some minutes later, Willy was on his back and Pedro
had impaled himself on his lover thick cock. 25 minutes later, after
enjoying and exhausted, we dressed, went to the dorm and slid into the
showers, after a quick one we went under the covers of our respective
beds. That night we slept as angels, probably with lovely dreams that I
cannot remember. On Sunday, after the mass, we joined under the pine tree.
"How do you feel, boys?" I asked to Willy and Pedro.
"Fantastic, however I think I'll not be able to sit correctly in
one month." Pedro said. We laughed and joked. Frankie then added.
"Don't worry, that will heal in a couple of days." Pedro then took
Willy's hand so that no one could see and said:
"In spite of my ass soreness, I would love to start now with this
beautiful Viking." We laughed and happily joked. We spent the evening
reading and playing soccer.
It was mid November, and father Angel called all five to a meeting in his
office. We were puzzled ignoring why he had called us. When we sat down, he
said:
"I have some news for you all. First Pedro, the piano has been
finally restored and fined; it will be here next Friday."
"That's wonderful news!" Pedro said, he then added, "Where will you
place it?"
"Unless you suggest a different place, I think the sitting room
will be ideal."
"That's fantastic."
"Are you still ready for a concert?"
"Yes, I am. I'll rehearsal during Friday evening and Saturday
morning, so it can take place on Saturday evening or Sunday morning."
"I think Sunday morning, after the mass, will be a good moment. We
will place a paper on the board announcing it, besides, I'll ask father
Director to tell during the sermon; so you will have more time to prepare
it. Will you need scores?"
"I know some classic by heart; however, with scores will be much
better.
"Okay, just tell me which and I'll try to find them for you."
Chapter 39
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The priest paused for a moment, and as Pedro did not add anything, he
continued: "However, I have also news that affects all of you." We looked
surprised each other wondering what could it be. One item linked all of us:
"love-sex" as we called it; nevertheless, I was wrong. He continued:
"Spanish TV have organized a school contest; they call it "School for
intelligence". They have invited this school to participate in it. It must
be a team of minimum 5 and maximum 6 students between 11 and 14 y/o, the
added one, is considered as in reserve in case of sickness, accident, etc.;
but he will be a member who will participate right from the beginning. All
will have the same prerogatives. TV will reward the winners with a 15-days
trip to Europe, Egypt and Canary Islands. The team in the second place will
have a 7-days trip round Spain. Quarter-final, Semi-final and Final will
be directly TV broadcasted to the whole country in time of maximum
audience." He paused for any comment, since nobody asked he continued:
"The Company has prestigious schools round the country, and probably we
might fight against them; however, TV team will try that this does not
happen, except in the final." He paused again and as we did not say
anything, he continued: "After many discussions in the Principal's office,
we believe you five form an excellent team, able to beat even boys over
your ages. I know you well and I have betted for you." I think, we all
thought the same in that moment; however, Frankie was the one who spoke.
"Sir, do you think we are the best to carry out with this task?"
"Definitely, in your grade, yes; and as a team I'm sure you can
beat any formed in this school. You are not only good, but also you are
close friends and that is the most important in a fight of this type; it is
unlikely we could find a better and homogenous one; only we need to find
the sixth member. I have some on my mind, but most of them are 13 y/o or
over; only two are of your grade; I would prefer all 12 y/o. What do you
think? Of course it is a volunteer task." I thought for a moment that this
was a point to discuss seriously under the pine tree, so I said:
"Father Angel; can we have a couple of days to sort it out?"
"It's an urgent matter, but we can wait for a week, no longer; so
Saturday next week I need your answer. The Principal has entrusted me to
carry out this project. Ah!" he added, "The scholars forming part of this
team will be relieved from any task they might have; since have to devote
all possible time to learn and prepare the contest." We gazed each other
and then Pedro said:
"You will have our answer before that time, sir."
"Thank you boys; I have the hope to count on you. Until you decide,
please keep this as confidential; we don't want to jeopardize someone
wishing to participate, in case you don't want it."
"We'll do, Sir." Willy said. I saw a `Financial Times' paper on his
desk, and as I was peeking on it, father Angel grinned:
"John, would you like to have it? It's from last week."
"Yes please; I'll return it to you tomorrow." I took the paper as a
treasure under the inquisitive eyes of my friends. We left the office with
our head down and our mind thinking at maximum speed. Then I said:
"What about if we discuss this in the sitting-room tonight after we
have done our home works?"
"Good idea, the soonest we start the most chances we'll have." We
returned to our classes, and after dinner and having finished our chores,
we met in a corner of the large sitting room. No one wanted to start; Willy
did:
"Well, I think we must decide what to do; we must take into
consideration all pros and cons, nevertheless, I think father Angel is
right. We form a good team, only needed of someone that pleases us. We
cannot accept anybody that is not our friend, since it would discover our
special relationship." Then I said:
"Let's consider the cons: harder work; compromise and
responsibility; loss of our intimacy; difficulties for expressing our
love..." I paused and Frankie said:
"What John says is right. However, some of those cons can be
overruled by other pros. Yes harder work would increase our
qualifications; loss of intimacy: we may lose the linen store, but can
demand a new place to study where no one could disturb us, especially
during some hours and on weekends."
"That place could be the library." Pedro pointed out.
"Excellent!" Willy agreed. "There are some comfortable couches in
the library." We all laughed quietly in order no to disturb other persons
reading or playing chess. "There we can adjust our time to make love."
"That's fantastic for you four, but what's about me?" James argued.
"We'll try to help you." Pedro said. Another con is the popularity
that we could have thru all the country, we would be like stars." Willy
then said.
"That's if we make a good job. Think otherwise; the whole school
will laugh and make fun and jokes about us." I was getting pissed with so
many arguments.
"As far as I know, nothing good has been written about cowards. I
would propose we accept whenever they grant us the use of the library for a
minimum of an hour daily, and the weekends from dinner to 11:00
pm. Furthermore, we would have the right to choose the sixth member of the
team." All kept silence, then Frankie said:
"John is right. However, we can tell father Angel we will start
right from the next week. We'll continue doing our job in the linen store
until the end of the year." He grinned wickedly. "We have planned to spend
a whole night together in there when we do the inventory." All agreed. We
put our hands together and I said:
"We need one to speak to the priest; we don't need the whole team
going to see him. I propose James.
"Me? Why?"
"You know him and all the priests better than we do." He proudly
said:
"That's correct. Okay I accept it. I overheard something that now
matches with this matter. The contest will start early June, before the
examinations, that means that we'll work hard in order they don't need us
to examine." Pedro, speaking as to himself, said:
"If we reach a good outcome, it will be marvellous to see the
bastard of my dad's face when he sees me on TV."
"Let's come down to the Earth. We have a lot to do before that."
Willy said.
That night I took the key and the lamp and I went into the linen room to
read the newspaper; it surprised me all news about shareholders, bonus,
companies, etc. I underlined those shares I liked and took good note about
them to check the following week. I returned the paper thru James. He went
the following day and talked about the contest with father Angel. We
continued our routine; on Friday afternoon, they installed the piano in the
place suggested by Pedro and Father Angel. Pedro petted the instrument as
if it was Willy's ass.
"It is marvellous. I never thought I would have such a beautiful
instrument!" He then looking at father Angel said: "Thanks father Angel,
you are a real father." The priest that knew the meaning hugged the boy.
"That's alright. You still own me some money." Pedro smiled.
"I'll get it to you as soon as I come back from Christmas
holidays." We left him alone and immediately he started playing some, for
us, strange music. He was testing it. He spent Saturday evening playing; we
could hear the music from outside; but he continued tireless until the time
of light went off. When he appeared, we were sliding under our covers; he
looked as hypnotized, he hugged us. "It is a marvellous piano; I wonder how
it has been so long hidden."
"It has been waiting for you." Frankie said. He made as he was
joking and kissed us lightly on the lips.
"I love you both, brothers. I will never forget how happy you have
made me. Tomorrow I'll show you how it really sounds."
"Pedro, will you teach me to play it?" He looked into my eyes as if
he could go into my soul."
"I made the promise that no one uses it for teaching, however,
there is an exception: that does not include you or me. I will be very
pleased; however, I understand it will be on September. Brother, I promise
to teach you as much as I know, if I can."
"Yes, it will be in September; be aware that I'll try to be a good
pupil." He went to have a shower and in a few minutes, we were talking. The
lights went off and we drifted to sleep. Next day would be a great day for
all of us. During the mass, the director announced the concert. When we
arrived to the large lounge room, it was near full of boys of all ages. It
was a warm and sunny day outside, so the windows were open. We surrounded
him to give him support. He stood and when all boys kept silence, he said:
"Friends: This is my piano and I'll try to play for you some of
well known music, I don't want to bore you. I will mix foreign authors and
Spanish ones, such as Albeniz, Granados and Falla; I'm sure you will like
them. He adjusted the stool and sat down. He started with "Minuette" and
"Moonlight Sonata" from Beethoven. Hard applauses started, and the other
boys that were outside ran into the room, so it was crowded. One of the
best moments was when he played Granada and Cadiz from Albeniz. Many bravos
came from boys from Andalusia. People that were enjoying the sunny morning
walking near the school, stopped their walks, some other added and a little
crowd was in silence listening Pedro. When new applauses started in and out
of the room, he politely stood and thanked all, and then he said:
"Now I'll play a well known little piece from Beethoven; it has a
special meaning for me and probably for some of you, it is "Für Elise."
He started playing and the sweet music came from the piano as live birds
flying over the Ocean. When he finished, hard applauses came from
everywhere. Pedro was radiant of happiness. Much more when Willy hugged him
and told on the ear "I love you". In that moment father Angel approached
and talked to Pedro; he had come with a boy near him:
"Pedro, Martin has a beautiful voice and wants to contribute to
this fantastic morning."
"What do you want to sing, Martin? He asked.
"Ave Maria, from Schubert." The boy added.
"That's a difficult piece for a singer."
"Never mind; I sang it in the Mexico's cathedral." Pedro looked at
him in admiration and respect. He then said:
"It will be an honour for me." The boy smiled and Pedro could watch
the whitish and perfect teeth he had ever seen. He had smooth brown skin,
as our tan; abundant very black lank silky hair that hanged freely to half
of his forehead, ears and his back neck. As his hair, he had large deep
black eyes and eyes lashes. James had his eyes nailed on him. The boy
exchanged some professional words with Pedro. Father Angel asked for
silence; Pedro started with his piano and the boy voice came from his
throat as from the heaven. No doubt, it was an educated voice:
""AVE MARIA GRATIAS PLENA...""
The people in the street kept silence; inside the room breathes were held
in order no to interrupt the beautiful moment. Father Kenneth whispered to
the director, "God, I didn't know we had such a nightingale in our school."
The director brought his finger to his lips advising him to keep
silence. When the brown boy ended and the last notes finished, shouts of
"bravo!" came from everywhere, inside, and mostly from the street. James
could not resist the temptation; he hugged to his chest that unknown boy
and kissed his hair without anyone noticing it. Martin felt the kiss on his
head and he trembled. It was one second; he moved his black eyes and for a
fraction of second met James'. James blushed and left him because I was
ready to hug our new friend. He kindly took Pedro's hand and both bowed
thanking the applauses. When the applauses died down, about twenty boys of
all ages surrounded the piano. Father Angel put a score on the piano music
stand, and then he said:
"Now, to end this little concert and as a tip, the school choir,
conducted by Pedro, our pianist, will sing a famous and well known piece
from the Opera Nabuco, from Verdi, the "Va pensiero" Choir of the Jews
slaves. Pedro as a professional conductor started playing. He motioned the
boys and they started singing it slow, increasing their volume as the song
progressed.
The well-arranged group ended and that was the apotheosis. The older boys
took Pedro on their shoulders as a toreador walked with him up to where the
director and the other priests were. The director said:
"Pedro, you and the rest of the boys, have given us a great and
beautiful morning. I hope this won't be the last one. God bless you."
"Thank you Sir. I'll be at the school's disposal." With that, the
meeting ended and everybody who has heard the concert congratulated
them. Pedro introduced us Martin, except to James that was not there.
"Where's James?" Willy asked. Martin blushed, remembering James
hug. He then said:
"I think he's talking to father Angel." Frankie looked at him and
asked.
"Martin, it will be a high honour for us if you could join us in
our table, unless you have better friends, of course. The brown boy opened
his mouth because he did not expect them to receive him as a friend.
"Can, can, can... I be your friend?" He asked stammering. We looked
at him and Pedro said:
"Frankie told you it is an honour for us." He, with a blur in his
deep black eyes, hugged us.
"The honour is mine Pedro. In fact, I have not any friend in this
school. It is my first year in it and I'm very shy; to make friends is
rather difficult for me." Frankie then said:
"In that case we are even, except in being shy. This is our first
year, too. Come on! Let's go to the dinning room, otherwise I'll faint; I'm
starved." We walked to have our food, and then James came to join us. When
he watched Martin sat down with us, a lovely grimace came to his face; they
looked each other and both blushed. He then said:
"My name's James, Martin. I'm very happy to have you with us; now
our table is complete and no one will disturb us, so we can tell dirty
jokes." All laughed, as that was not what anyone expected from an educated
and high-class boy, as he was. We finished our meal and went under the big
tree, now we were six. When we sat, Martin said:
"I must go to pee. I'll be here in one minute." He thought we
needed to discuss about our new friend, and he was right, because as soon
as he left, James said:
"I, I, I think we have found our sixth member." We figured out who
was but I could not understand his embarrassment in front of the dark
lovely boy, unless, I thought, he had a crush on him. He continued: "I have
proposed Martin to father Angel."
"What has he said?" Frankie asked.
"He said he is a paying and bright boy, he was on his list. He is
happy with our election."
"Your election." Willy pointed out.
"Yes, you are right. I apologies for that, however, if you don't
agree, I'm ready to talk to father Angel again." I placed my arm round his
shoulders and pressed him to me. He looked to me and grinned for my
support, and then I said:
"Your election is a fantastic one, James. We like him, however we
should have asked him first; perhaps he is not as happy as we are, or
doesn't want to participate in the project." He sighed:
"Well I think you are right, but I never assumed he wouldn't like
to join us."
"What's about if firstly you ask him?" His face beamed with my
suggestion.
"I'll do it." We continued chatting about the concert; in that
moment, Martin arrived and James went gleefully to meet him. Martin watched
him approaching and his heart started to jump inside his chest: "Martin,
the Spanish TV has organized a cultural contest amongst the schools in
Spain. This school will participate and we form the team that will
represent it. We still need another member, and we have proposed you as
this; do you agree?" Martin rounded face illuminated and his eyes sparked
in surprise.
"Are you sure I'm good enough? In the school probably there are
many boys better than I am."
"We don't know that fact." Frankie said. "But James asked father
Angel and he told him you were in his candidate list, therefore, if you are
not the best, at least you are as good as anyone else." He looked
astonished to James as he said:
"James, you chose me..." James blushed to his ears, he stammering
said:
Well, we, we... we chose you all together." He was terribly
embarrassed as he observed Martin's black eyes on him. "I, I, I must go to
pee." I had to hide my face in order he could not see me giggling; then, to
Martin's disappointment, he left. A few minutes later he was back more
calmed.
Chapter 40
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Days went on working hard as Christmas' vacations were approaching.
Martin's dorm was on the second floor, so every night, once homework
finished, he used to come down and sit with us. During the classes, James
had managed to sit near him and both boys, without noticing, were everyday
more in love; however, during our evening meetings James always had an
excuse to leave us. Normally Pedro joined Willy in his desk apparently to
discuss problems, but mostly to plan their lives and be together; they were
deeply in love each other.
We were in the first week of December; and as usual, Martin came down; he
wore a pyjama that was near open on his front, showing one of his beautiful
nipples; he was not fatty but not slim; still he had that child roundness.
James looked at him and immediately that stutter situation came to him; he
felt shy and scared. He loved that boy; he wanted to hug him, to kiss him,
to protect him, to tear on him. "Oh my God, he's so beautiful! I love him"
the thought. He peeked thru his near open pyjama and could see the
protruding nipple. He felt bad, dirty and ashamed; he felt the need to cry
and to jerk off at the same time. He excused and left us. Martin followed
him with his sight until he disappeared thru the toilette's door. The
light-brown-skinned boy sighed, and then he bent his head. Near in a mute
word, he asked with his black eyes watering:
"John, Frankie; why James doesn't like me here? What have I done to
him? He looks very happy during classes; he try to help and please me every
moment, however, when I come down or we are under the tree, always he looks
for an excuse to leave if I'm there." I looked at that marvellous boy and I
felt very sorry because I could not say him that James surely was sick of
love for him. We thought they must find out by themselves, as we did with
Willy and Pedro. I put my hands on his shoulders and said:
"Martin, we guess what's happening to him, but unfortunately we
can't help him. He must decide by himself." Those enigmatic words puzzled
the Mexican boy even more. Frankie then continued.
"Martin, have you ever been in love? Please be honest with
yourself." He looked at us confused and we noticed how he blushed; we knew
he felt ashamed, in that way I thought we could help him. I said:
"Martin, a boy can love a girl or another boy. We positively know
that means nothing, except love." He bent his head and near in a whisper,
said:
"Never, up to now."
"What do you mean with never up to now?" I asked.
"I, I, I have never been attracted to any girl or boy, but since
the concert I think I love James. I feel so happy when he is near me, when
he talks to me, when he smiles me... Even I dream with him. I'm not sure,
but I only can tell you that I would spend my whole life near him, and I
would never be fed up of him." I could watch tears down his cheeks as he
continued: "Because of that, I feel very hurt when he leaves." He raised
his lovely round face and bravely said, "Am I so ugly, John?" I could not
help and I hugged him.
"Martin, you are a beautiful child, and being in love with someone
is not a sin. Frankie and I are in love as far as we can remember. Willy
and Pedro love each other deeply; they went thru the same stages as you
are, and now they are the happiest boys in the world. We are sure James
likes you; however whether he loves you or not... you must discover it by
yourself."
"John, you said you love each other, what about your families?"
"They know it, and assume that means nothing at our ages. In fact I
love Frankie as anybody could love him, and he loves me, too; however we
have fucked girls and we liked that."
"But you are Spaniards; can you imagine the hell I would go in if
my father knew I loved a boy? In Mexico, a boy or a man must be a "macho";
they would not realise that I am only 12 y/o. I must also be, as they
believe I should be.
"You are now in Spain, Martin." Frankie said. "Forget about what
your parents will think in the future; you don't need to ring a bell and
telling it everybody. You may change; so I would suggest you do not stop
your love; be careful to whom you say it and enjoy your life. We are sure
you will have time to suffer, but not now." Being sure nobody was watching
us, Frankie touched his smooth cheeks, wiping his tears out. "We like you
Martin, you are a good and pretty boy; you will have all our support.
Please friend, cheer up." Those beautiful black eyes gazed at us:
"I like you, too. It is near time for lights to put off." He
stood. "Thanks and good nights." He left to his dorm now more relaxed.
Just one minute later, James arrived. Without a single word, he took off
his pyjama and went under the cover facing me. I saw him right as that
first night; I thought not to tell him anything, but I found myself obliged
to talk to him for his sake and Martin's. I kneeled on the carpet near his
bed, so it seemed I was praying.
"James, I must say you something about your behaviour in respect of
Martin." He did not move but sighed. Since he did not say anything, I
continued: "You are hurting him, on contrary that during classes, as soon
as he comes to see us, you always have an excuse to leave. He isn't a silly
or stupid boy, but an intelligent one; he is our friend and we think you
owe him an explanation." I could observe a couple of tears rolling down to
the pillow. He then, in a low voice as a pray, said:
"Do you think I want to hurt him?"
"No. That's my concern. You never hurt or offended anyone, at least
since I know you. Why to Martin?" He stared at me, his brown eyes nailed
on mine, and his lovely low lip trembling.
"I'm scared of him, John. I, I, I love him with all my heart. I
would like to be near him all the time, spending my life with him; to hug
him; to protect him; to stroke his hair and to kiss him. In summary, be as
you and Frankie or Willy and Pedro. Do you think I want to hurt him? During
classes, I am the happiest boy of the world because I'm sure he wouldn't
say me go away, but after that... I dream about him and, for the first time
after we became friends, I have had wet dreams. I cannot help it. Tonight
when he came, I watched his beautiful nipple thru his open pyjama and my
dick got very hard. I felt dirty and ashamed of myself because I love
him. Sex should be secondary, but my body responded in a different way. I
was tempted to hug and kiss him right here without mattering how everybody
would label me, because of that, I had to go. I have been in the toilettes
jacking off. I felt very bad, with a lot of regret; I have cried until I
was empty..." He paused. Frankie then said:
"James, you are truly in love for the first time, therefore, you
need to say it to him. That's the only solution." He moved for the first
time and opened his eyes in surprise:
"Are you serious Frankie? What's about if he doesn't like me saying
I'm a fag and reject me?" I will feel so miserable, so bad... At least as I
am now I can see him during classes; and when we are all together. I'll
take care not to hurt him; even if it is necessary, I'll apologise him."
"And what's about if he loves you, too? Haven't you considered that
possibility?" His eyes sparked.
"Has he said anything like that to you?" Watching him suffering I
was tempted to confirm him that, however, I had to be fair. Frankie then
added:
"No, he doesn't; however he is not that kind of rough and an
uneducated person; I'm sure he would remain as a better friend and would
thank you for your consideration; so in any circumstance, you will be
better than you are now. Don't you think so?" He thought for a moment, and
then said:
"Yes, as usual, you are right. Nevertheless, my shyness in respect
of him have increased, even more than when I first met you. At least I'll
try to be a good friend all the time." Then lights went off.
"Good night, James." In the darkness, I kissed him on the lips. "We
love you." I guessed a smile on his lovely face. Taking advantage of the
recent darkness, Frankie and I kissed tenderly for a whole minute; my dick
started to get hard; I looked at my lover, he smiled me, and in a whisper,
he said:
"I'll never stop saying how much I love you."
"I love you, my beautiful friend, now much than yesterday and less
than tomorrow." He smiled again. We went under the covers and happily
drifted to sleep.
Christmas was approaching; we had started to spend evenings in the library
studying possible questions to appear in the contest. James had changed in
respect of Martin; I knew he was suffering and much more when Martin gave
him those beautiful smiles that melted him, however, they did not dare to
say how much they loved each other.
We thought to propose Willy spending Christmas with us. He was short of
money, and could not afford going home, so he would stay alone in the
school, while the rest went home. However, to our surprise, before we told
him anything, Pedro said:
"Boys, we want to give you good news: since Willy's mom is scarce
of money, I have proposed him I'll pay the travel expenses, and in
exchange, he will feed me during our holidays there; so I'll have the
chance to suck the cows' tits." Lowing his voice, he added "And his dick. I
want to enjoy being bathed in a wooden tub in front of the fire with him."
They joined their hands while glancing into each other eyes in front of
us. Martin and James blushed envying them.
"Congratulations boys. I think that will solve your
problems. What's about your parents, Pedro?"
"We won't be far from home, so they have agreed I'll spend a
weekend with them. They are very busy on business." We did not say anything
to Pedro about our invitation; it was not necessary.
It was the beginning of the second week of December, and father Angel
called us to his office to ask how things were going on respect of the
contest; I saw a new Financial Times on his desk and he immediately guessed
what I wanted.
"John, you can have it; but please, could you answer me a
question?" He then showed me the previous newspaper and the underling I
did. Then he asked me. "How did you know those shares would substantially
increase their quotations?" I grinned.
"Please boys, wait for me in the library, I'll be there in one
minute." The boys left puzzled, then I looked at the priest: "And they will
continue rising, at least for a couple of weeks. If I had money I would
invest in them and sell as maximum in three weeks, just before the year's
end."
"You have not yet answered my question..." I interrupted him.
"Sorry father Angel, I can't; I only know that." Seeing he would
not get anything from me, he dismissed me with a smile and I returned to
the library. However, that evening he talked about it to the director.
"It is amazing but real, father director. I have checked twice what
he underlined and in both instances shares went up." The director said:
"We have money available; what's about if we invest as John has
pointed out? We can invest a little amount, so if we lose we could always
justify with our superiors. I will instruct our Agent in London.
"However, if we have good results we might ask the boy again."
"In that case the Company's name won't ever be mentioned. You can
say that your father is interested on it. Otherwise, our enemies could say
we are taking advantages of our pupils.
"That's a wise advice. I'll see to that."
As usually, we were in the library as a good team checking pros and cons
about the contest questions, following father Angel's suggestions. He was
our guide and the responsible for the project. We submitted him our plans
and he gave us his guidance and suggestions; in fact, he was an essential
part of the team. That Monday James and Martin were arguing about a history
event; Martin had demonstrated he was really a valuable member. Both at the
same time stood and went behind the large bookshelves to look for a
determined book of History. They found it at the same time, and as Martin
put his hand on the text extract, James did the same, placing his on
Martin's. The Mexican boy did not move, on contrary, he felt a nice
trembling thru his entire body; James blushed as he looked into his loved
boy black wells. They stared each other for a few seconds, and as if an
invisible ghost pushed them, they embraced squeezing their bodies into
one. They were gasping and trembling. James caressed his friend silky
abundant lank hair while rubbing his smooth back. Martin, that was a little
bit shorter than James was, hugged him very tight; his lovely head on
James' shoulder. James then said:
"I, I, I love you, Martin. I love you with all my heart. I would
stay with you for the rest of my life." Very slow, he added, "Please, tell
me that you love me, too." Martin's emotions came up and he started to sob;
he tenderly separated from James and, without any word, he kissed those
beautiful lips that he had loved in silence. James hated it, but he felt
how his dick started to get hard as he noticed Martin rubbing his. Martin
tenderly separated from his boy, looked again into those lovely brown eyes:
"I love you James. I love you, as I never thought it was possible
to love anyone. I have suffered in silence during these weeks thinking you
didn't love me." James kissed him on the lips, on his eyes, on his chin,
and finally he dragged up his shirt and kissed his boy nipples; he could
not help and started sucking them.
"Oh Martin, how silly I have been!" Martin was quivering as his
loved boy touched him where no one had ever done before. He was delighted
and moaning as James sucked and licked his nipples. He brought James' face
to him and kissed him passionately. James more expert; pushed his tongue
and parted his friend's white teeth. Martin had never experienced that,
however, it felt so good that he was near to faint.
James knew it, he then broke their wonderful kiss, tenderly kissed his
brown chin and on his neck. Martin shuddered with the new sensations; he
put his hands on James head and rubbed his curly hair moaning in delight;
his head a little back and his large eyes closed. James then yanked his
friend's elastic track trousers to his calves. The view of his rounded
thighs and the bulge on his shorts made him mad; he spotted a stain
produced by the precum that Martin was expelling abundantly now. James
introduced his left hand between his new lover's thighs rubbing both at the
same time. Martin instinctively spread them as James took in his hand the
protruding bulge; Martin moaned, took his underwear down and offered his
lover what he was looking for. James saw that uncut beautiful light brown
dick, kneeled in front of Martin and put it into his mouth, while his right
hand was round Martin butt, supporting him. Martin could not resist those
caresses; he placed his hands on James neck and pushed his head against his
dick. James took it totally in his mouth; he felt the few pubes ticklish
his lips as Martin reached his best up to now orgasm. He held his breathing
as he pushed into that warmth cave his thick dick.
"Oh!" He groaned loudly, his knees buckled and he fell on top of
his lover gasping for air. Had not for James' arm he would have fallen on
the floor. James felt the salty clear creamed semen on his tongue and did
not drink it but savoured it. When he was sure Martin could stand, he
raised himself and tenderly kissed his new lover. Their tongues swirled
inside mixing their saliva with the semen in his mouths. He then gently
separated from Martin, looked into those big black eyes and hugged him to
his chest. "I love you, Martin. I love you very much." Martin separated
from him for a while and two tears dribbled down his brown cheeks.
"I love you James. I love you since you hugged me in the concert. I
wanted this; I have dreamed with you every night, watching you, watching
your face, kissing your lovely lips, loving you until I had a wet dream;
that broke up my beautiful moment that now is coming true." They broke
their hug and Martin grabbed James trousers and underwear to his knees, and
without any more foreplay, he took James' long dick into his wanting
mouth. That is what he had been dreaming about. He eagerly sucked him. This
was the first time he had touched any other boy's cock, but he did not
mind. He did not think about it, as he was sucking him. He did not want to
think on anything, except enjoying the present moment of happiness. He
needed only a few sucks since James was very close to his climax. James
moaned in pleasure, as he had never enjoyed before; now it was love and not
only sexual needs. He stopped breathing and pushed Martin's head to his
crotch, shooting his clear boy sperm into his lover mouth. He had not
recovered, and started saying:
"I love you Martin, you my precious boy, my Martin, my adored
Martin." He raised him and both hugged very tight, their dicks still hard
touching each other. Their lips and mouths glued again in a sensual and
tender long kiss, savouring the flavour of their seeds. They rubbed each
other exploring mutually their dressed bodies, still with their trousers
and underwear round their calves. "Why are you so beautiful Martin? I love
those deep black eyes." He kissed both. "I love caressing your silky hair;
I love every part of you, Martin." Martin looked at his lover and kissed
him again.
"Oh James, James! I'm so happy!" Tears started again dribbling
along his smooth cheeks. James looked at him, licked them and asked him:
"Why do you sob my lovely Martin? Have I done anything to hurt
you?" Martin attracted James' lovely face to his and kissed those unique
lips.
"I love you James, as you say, every piece of you, especially those
lovely lips made me mad from the moment you hugged me. You are unable to
hurt me, you heart is so sweet and your love so great than you cannot hurt
me, but..."
"But what, Martin?" They were embraced; Martin head on James' right
shoulder.
"I'm Mexican, descendant from an Aztecan princess and I'm supposed
to be a "macho". When they find out that I love you they'll label me with
many nasty names, you know that; however I don't mind as long as you love
me, but I'm sure my parents will suffer his favourite son is homosexual."
James separated a little bit from him; he kissed him and now was himself
who started sobbing.
"Oh Martin, my Aztecan! I'll love you forever. I am in the same
situation as you are; Pedro and I form part of what he deeply hates,
Aristocracy. However, we are still very young and no one could assure we
are homosexual. I would have liked you knew John and Frankie parents. Both
love each other since they were even younger than we are now; they had many
children and still they love each other. Probably in a different manner and
not sexual, but their love still is there, untouched, after more than sixty
years. Isn't that great Martin? Their children know they love one another
and no one can label them with anything. Now their sons love each other as
they did in the past. They like girls and probably they will have children,
too; however, Frankie and John will continue loving until the ends of their
existence. That is how I love you, Martin. Please, please, Martin; love me
like that. We don't need to tell anybody, except our friends; nevertheless
I would tell it to the whole world if you ask me to do so." Martin looked
again to James and hugged.
"I'm very happy James, and I promise you my eternal love." They
continued caressing still with their clothes on his ankles; but their
bodies responded in a different way, they were hard again and their dicks
leaking precum.
"Congratulations!" We all four said at the same time. They turned
their heads in surprise because they had forgotten our existence. We hugged
them happily. Martin looked radiant and the emotion on his face. We were
hard because we had seen them hugging and did not interrupt them until
finished their hug. Frankie then said:
"Boys, I think we have studied enough for today. What is about if
we enjoy a little bit? I'm hard." We laughed as Pedro said:
"I'll lock the door and find a corner for us. Come on Willy, I want
you to enjoy our 15 minutes." They left and we heard how Pedro locked the
door.
"We are very happy, John. I know you are happy, too, to see us.
"You can bet for it." I looked at Frankie and added, "You better
take off your clothes; you will be more comfortable, however, 15 minutes,
no more." They smiled. We left them alone while round the next bookshelf we
stripped down and made our love. When they felt alone, Martin asked.
"What shall we do, James?" James wickedly grinned and started
taking off Martin clothes. When he was naked, James contemplated that light
brown still childish body. He placed his arms round Martin, dragged him to
the carpet and started kissing him. Martin pulled up James clothes and in
seconds, they were naked on the floor. James more experienced took the lead
and started licking and sucking his lover earlobes. Martin did not know
anything about all this; everything was new for him, he moaned in pleasure
as James continued caressing him on the neck. Suddenly James turned around
and took a 69 position on respect of Martin. Martin kissed and sucked James
as he was being done. "Oh James, I, I, I'm coming if you continue." James
stopped for while to cool Martin down and himself. A few minutes later, he
resumed his task until he took Martin's dick into his mouth. Martin found
in front of his face that perfect cock and he did the same. Only one minute
of hard sucking was enough to bring both to the point of no return. James
pushed down into his lover mouth while Martin arched his hips to meet James
mouth. Their bodies got rigid followed by high pitchy moans as they spurted
their seeds into each other mouth. James fell on top of his friend gasping
for air; when he recovered, turned round again and faced his beautiful
Aztecan.
"I love you, Martin." How has been your first experience?"
"It was wonderful. I never thought this would be so good."
"It will be much better next time; then I want you to make love to
me." Martin opened his big eyes in astonishment.
"Do... do you mean I put my dick into you?"
"Yes, that what I meant. I love you Martin. I want you to do it, if
you do not mind, of course. I'll never feel full of your love until you are
inside me; only one body, one soul." He thought for a moment, kissed James
and said:
"Are you sure of that? You do not need to do it. My love will be
the same."
"I know, but I want to do it. I have seen other boys doing it and I
want to experiment the happiness they enjoyed."
"In that case, you have to do it to me, too."
"I will, if you really want it."
"Yes I do want it, if you like it."
"Alright, I don't know when, because that needs some time and not a
quick rush like now. On the other hand, I am a little bit animal and unable
to control myself. That must be done with care and tenderness, otherwise we
can be hurt."
"What do you suggest?"
"We will ask Frankie and John to open our butts first, especially
yours; they are very careful, tender and know how to do it the first
time. They did it to Pedro, Willy and me."
"It is not a bad idea. That is an old custom on old peoples like
the Aztecan. There were experienced men that opened the young girls for the
first time when they had their first menstruation, taking care not to hurt
them and being prepared for their marriage. It was a great honour for the
man but more for the girl if the man did it properly and she enjoyed
instead of being hurt, otherwise she would hate it."
"You know a lot about ancient peoples."
"I'm very keen about old people and languages; in fact I have
advanced a lot on reading Egyptian writing." James kissed his lover softly
again.
"Pedro is also very good on old languages such as Greek and Latin."
James said.
"Well boys, let's go. It is time to go back." We left the library,
it was dark and time to get a shower and go to bed. After showering, we
went to the sitting room to enjoy our mutual company now that Martin and
James were lovers. James and Martin told us they would go to Madrid for
Christmas; they proposed Willy and Pedro to ride them to their home at the
same time, so his parents did not need to come and pickup them up. We were
chatting about our plans for the future holidays when father Angel
approached. We stood up:
"John, Frankie; we need that you perform the inventory next
Saturday evening. This will be your last one, since you need to devote your
time to study for the contest, therefore, after your return, none of you
will have any extra work, except your normal studies." Then I said:
Sir, can our friends help us? We want to do it carefully and it
will take some time. Without help would take us the whole night." He
grinned because he knew what might be involved during the inventory.
"No problem. I'll advise Security on the subject, however you must
promise me not to be very noisy."
"We promise, sir. You won't receive any complaint about us."
"I'm sure I won't. Good nights, boys."
"Good nights, sir." I could see the satisfaction on all of us, but
especially on Martin and James. He, with a very slow voice said:
"John, Martin and I want to ask you and Frankie for a favour." I
noticed how Martin blushed.
"Granted, what is it?" Frankie asked.
"Well, you know Martin and I are lovers." Martin pressed James'
hand encouraging him to continue. "We want to... you know."
"You want to fuck each other." Willy bluntly said.
"You are too rude, Willy. Yes." We smiled as he continued. "Martin
has never done it before and I'm too rude; I mean, I can't control myself
on the last stages and I could hurt Martin." Then staring at Martin
tenderly, he added, "I love too much this lovely Aztecan to hurt him,
therefore we want you to take his virginity off and open again my
hole. Next Saturday will be a good chance." I wanted to kiss that lovely
boy, however, I would have not any problem on that, but to fuck him... was
beyond my expectations.
"Are you sure you want us to do it?"
"Yes; absolutely. Martin, who is an expert on ancient people, said
that this was an old custom in his people when expert men took rid of the
girl's virginity when they became women." Now looking at Frankie, I said:
"Okay. In fact you are right, Martin. The concept of virginity was
introduced by the Romans on many nations that they conquered."
We left happily the room and went to our dorm, mentally making plans for
the next Saturday evening. Willy and Pedro as usual stay for a few minutes
near Willy's bed. James joined us as soon as Martin went upstairs to his
dorm. Frankie then asked him:
"James, I suppose you have discussed who would do it."
"Yes, we did." He blushed when he said. "If you don't mind, I would
want you to fuck me and John to Martin. You don't mind John, do you?" I did
not say anything but to agree. Mentally I was applauding their decision,
because I wanted eagerly to kiss and fuck that light brown Aztecan. I
thought his still little fatty nipples must be delicious. I knew that
Frankie loved James' beautiful lips and that he was applauding it. I did
not mind it because Frankie had the same sweet lips as James and I enjoyed
them frequently. Lights went off and we under the covers, and as usually,
we made a motion as if something has fallen on the floor, Frankie and I
bent our heads and we kissed good nights.
Chapter 41
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We were working hard and father Angel congratulated us for the excellent
results of our periodical examinations. I had noticed the increase of our
knowledge whenever a discussion was set up during a class. For me, maths
was my favourite matter; it was so great to reach an exact conclusion!
Sometimes, when the teacher asked me to make a metal calculation, I closed
my eyes and I could see numbers flying round me, filling a space as in a
great puzzle. More or less that happened with physic and chemistry,
formulas danced round us asking permission to fit. As if we were twins,
Frankie had the same facility.
Sometimes, for the enjoyment of the rest of our pals, he asked us to solve
a maths problem mentally, especially on algebra. It was funny because most
of the times, we reached the same conclusion within one or two seconds'
difference; that made the rest of students to applauds us. We were heroes
for them and they were proud to be our friends. That was because we felt
their friends and always tried to help them when they requested us. We were
very careful not showing superiority, on contrary, we asked them many times
regarding problem of Geography or History. In summary, the whole class was
a great team; that is why no one argued when the Principal publicly
appointed the team as representatives of our school in the TV contest.
Most likely, there were other boys gifted as we were, especially in upper
grades; however, they did not oppose, otherwise they would have faced a
little contest against us. In this case they would lose on any
circumstances, because if one won, he would have been always regarded as he
fought to younger boys; and if didn't, most of his pals would labelled him
as stupid since he could not win a younger boy.
Our parents received the news regarding the contest as the Principal asked
them for their authorisation; that filled them with pride and called us
expressing their support and the rest of the family. Except Pedro's
parents, all called their children; however, he did not mind, because he
had long time ago disregarded them. He felt sad but as he said, we were his
family, especially Willy. Probably sometime, they will realise what a great
son they have. We knew thru a secret leak, that The Company had considered
the six of us as prodigy boys.
Within that environment, we reached to that Saturday for the inventory, a
week and half before our departure for Christmas holidays. As soon as
dinner was over, we run downstairs to do our job. We agreed to be naked
during the process of counting, therefore we locked the door, and in
seconds, that was a nude camp of boys with erected dicks and smiles. Before
we started, Martin and James could not resist the temptation and kissed
passionately. The rest of us did more or les the same and started our work,
leaving them enjoying their recent love; nevertheless, a few minutes later
we heard the moans as they ended their lovemaking. A little bit ashamed
Martin said:
"Sorry boys, we are so in needed..." We grinned and Frankie then
said:
"We are not silly, Martin; and are very happy that you feel each
other like that. That is the most wonderful thing than can happen to a
human being; however, boys, we need to carry out with our task. Please
start counting that shelf." They gladly took a manual stairs and started
doing their part of the job. It took us near two hours to end our task and
prepare the report. It was warm but not too much, so we were not sweating
like the last time. We jabbed each other and then we prepared the large bed
with the blankets, while Pedro and Willy took the couch for their
lovemaking.
I was very hard and excited; I eagerly wanted to touch that lovely boy. I
had never felt that need before, except with Frankie; my dick was spilling
precum in anticipation. I gazed Frankie and he grinned at me. He perfectly
knew how I felt in those moments; it was similar as when we were in the
cave next to fuck the girls.
I fetch the bottle of thick olive oil, Martin was gazing at me wondering
about our preparations, and however, his cock was very hard. I took Martin
from his hand and motioned him to lie down on the blankets. I straddled him
and kissed his lovely thick lips; the kiss lasted as much as Frankie did to
James; he was gasping as his dick rubbed my butt. I scooted down until I
was on his knees. I introduced my palms between his thighs and I felt the
smoothest skin I had touched, except Joan's. I rubbed and licked them; I
felt his hands on my hair rubbing it and his moans in pleasure. I advanced
a little up to his torso, cupped his brown balls pack, kissed his erected
lovely cock and sucked its head for a few seconds.
"Oh John! If you do that again I'll come right there."
"Don't worry; you'll do it a few times tonight before we go back to
bed." He smiled and I did. My hands explored his belly and chest, licking
his lovely smooth skin. "Oh my god, what a lovely body he has" I thought. I
was even as nearer to cum as he was, but I was keeping my ecstasies for a
later moment. I kissed and sucked his beautiful fatty nipples. I kneeled
near him and I took the oil:
"Your tongue feels very nice on my nipples. I didn't know they were
so sensitive." I giggled.
Please Martin, take your legs to your chest." He immediately obeyed
me. I poured some oil near his balls sack that ran along his crevice to his
pucker. I wetted my fore and middle fingers of it, then I poured a little
bit more; only at with my touch, Martin was gasping, his dick jerking and
spilling precum. I placed my middle finger on his pucker entry and rubbed
the sensible nerve endings. By now, he was moving his head to both sides
rubbing my hair and caressing my back. I took in my mouth his left nipple
and the same time I slid my middle finger into him not very deep; I finger
fucked him dragging part of the oil into his butt. I felt how he arched his
hips and moaned loudly; I changed to the other nipple and I introduced my
forefinger into his butt. He and I were near our climaxes. I finger fucked
him deep, my middle finger touched his prostrate and he could not resist
anymore; instinctively he stretched out his legs, groaned loudly and I felt
the pressure of his guts round my fingers. He took my dick in his left hand
and jacked me as I sucked his nipple. His dick started spitting his little
load; the first shot landed on my left cheek and the second on his chest. I
moaned too, placing my mouth on his, kissing him passionately. I continued
fucking him until he recovered his breath.
"Oh John! That has been fantastic. What did you touch inside me
that made me mad?" He asked. I still had my fingers inside him, therefore
I grinned, I pushed further in and again I touched the sweet spot.
"This?"
"Oh, yes! It is fantastic the feeling in there." I smiled.
"Now I'm going to put a third finger inside you, let's me know if
you feel any pain. Will you?"
"Yes, I'll do." I pulled out my two fingers and poured more oil on
them; I pushed first two and immediately the third one that entered
smoothly into him. He gasped.
"Did I hurt you, Martin?
"Oh no! It is lovely to feel you inside me." I continued finger
fucking him slowly trying that his ring got used to my presence; meanwhile
I caressed him round his face, then his ears, his armpits and again his
lovely nipples. We were again hard and ready to go ahead with the most
important part of our play.
"Martin, now it will be the most important moment of our play. You
must promise to tell me if I hurt you. These moments are for your enjoyment
and mine, too; I do not want to hurt you. Is it okay with you?"
"Yes, please; start. I need to feel you inside me. I want it." He
was really mad and excited. I poured some more oil on my dick and spread it
with my right hand. It was now dripping oil with the precum. I placed my
dick into his port of entry, my right hand on his hip and pushed
hard. Probably due I was also excited, or to the oil, the fact was that
half of my cock entered into him. I was ashamed because I had not taken
enough control of me. He moaned and I thought I had hurt him badly.
"Did I hurt you, Martin?"
"Not much. I felt a sharp pain but immediately disappeared." I
thanked god that I had done to his satisfaction. We remained quiet for one
minute caressing his dick and ball; then I bent as we kissed
passionately. I got straight, pulled a little bit back until near my
dickhead was near his end, and pushed slowly again. This time I was careful
and near my entire dick went inside him; as he said nothing, I started
fucking him without surpassing that point, after a few thrusts, I pushed
hard again and my ball touched his butt cheeks; I was completely inside
him.
"How do you feel, Martin?"
"Lovely, please go totally inside me." I smiled, bent over and
kissed his smooth face, rubbing his silky black hair.
"I'm entirely inside you, Martin. I cannot go further. Now your
butt is used to my cock, so I'll fuck you until we get mad."
"Please, do it." Moreover, slowing his beautiful and modulated
child voice as near a whisper he added: "Do it hard, very hard." I obeyed
him; I pulled back and pushed in. I started fucking him mercilessly,
increasing the pace of my thrusts until we were sweating. At the same time,
I took in my hand his dick and soon we reached our point of not return. I
felt my dick pressed inside his warm cave; he held his breath and as I gave
him my final thrust he exploded again; his first shot reached his nose, the
second on his chin and few watering drop came along his shaft. Exhausted I
fell on top of him; I slid my head to his left shoulder, so my hair was
near his mouth. I could feel some kisses on it. I smiled. He caressed my
hair and when I recovered, he hugged me to his chest tenderly. He muttered:
"I love you, John. Thanks for your tenderness." I raised my head as my dick
near flaccid came out from his butt and kissed him on the lips, a long and
tender kiss of love.
"You are a beautiful Aztecan, Martin; and I love you too. You have
so a lovely skin, nipples, and chest... everything on you invites me to
enjoy. James is a lucky boy, Martin." He fixed his deep black eyes on me.
"John, I know you love and are devoted to Frankie, as I'm to James
and Pedro to Willy, but we are not married couples; why can't we enjoy each
other when we want?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I am. Now I want you to fuck me again, if you like it; later
I'll tell the boys my idea." I grinned and started rubbing that fine and
smooth skin; soon our dick got hard again.
"Now we'll make love in a different way. Did you observe Frankie and
James?"
"Yes, but I like to see your face; in that way I won't be able to
see you and I much like to see the grimace on your face when you reach your
orgasm."
"I love you, Martin." He was now on top of me doing what I had done
to him before. I felt his tongue on my nipples and I rubbed his chest and
his silky black hair. I loved that sensation; our dicks rubbing each other
and spilling precum. He scooted up a little and pressed my dick with his
butt. He had learnt very quickly; I noticed his hand on my balls, then he
took my dick and guided it into him, then he pushed down and in a single
move, my cock went completely inside him. I was gasping; it felt so, so
good! "Martin, turn around so that your back faces me; you will get the
deepest inside you." He did as I told him. My cock rubbed his funny spot as
he called it. He gasped in pleasure and started grinding with my cock in
him, his hands on my thighs for balance. As we were approaching our
climaxes, he turned around facing me, he bent himself and our mouths met;
he was delicious. I explored and sucked his earlobes and again those lovely
nipples. He raised his body, but not totally so his silky black hair was
hanging from his forehead; he was sat and impaled on my dick. He placed one
of his hands on my chest, the other on my hip for support and started
fucking himself up and down. I took his thick dick on my hand and I jacked
him off in the same pace as he was fucking himself. I could see how Frankie
was passionately kissing James as he had impaled himself on his dick.
The Aztecan boy continued up and down and as I felt my new orgasm
approaching, I helped him. Soon he tilted his head back moaning in
pleasure. I felt his butt's muscles pressing my dick and his right hand on
top on mine on his dick. I could not resist anymore; I arched my hips as
that tremendous orgasm hit us. His cock exploded and his shots landed on my
chest. Then a groan and he fell on top of me exhausted, as his dick
continued jerking between our bodies. When I recovered my breathing, I
caressed gently his head. He did not respond to my caresses until a few
minutes later. He raised that light brown lovely face and placed his thick
lips on mine in a long tender kiss. Soon all recovered; Willy and Pedro
came to sit on the blankets and we joked to each other; then Martin said:
"I want to make you a proposal, I wonder whether you like it or
not. Frankie looked at me and to James and said:
"Please, Martin, go ahead."
"Well, we know that you and John are devoted to each other, as I'm
to James and Pedro is to Willy..." James heard that and squeezed his lover
to his chest, kissing him on the cheek. Martin continued: "So each one is
special to the other; however, each of us has something special that we
like; for instance: James and Frankie have the most lovely lips; Willy that
beautiful hair and face; Pedro has a lovely freckles; John has the most
beautiful tuft and dimples..." I interrupted him.
"And you have the smoothest skin and deepest eyes." Martin then
continued:
"As you can see, each of us has something that we like. My question
is. Why can't we enjoy them without jeopardizing our devoting to our
respective lover?" Then a silence followed for a few seconds; then Frankie
said:
"It is a good idea whenever our freedom is not touched."
"What do you mean Frankie?" Pedro asked.
"Well... it is a good idea to share us whenever no one is forced or
to pay back in the same way. Let's say that James, Martin, Willy... anyone
asked me to fuck him; I would gladly do it or not, however, I wouldn't be
committed to pay him back by fucking me." Willy then said:
"That's an excellent remark. Essentially it falls within the idea
of freedom and none of us could be felt offended if his counterpart wanted
to kiss, suck or fuck other than himself." Then I thought for a moment and
added:
"So I believe it is a good idea; however this must be amongst us
and nobody else will know or take part with us. Do you agree?" We all put
our hands together and Pedro said:
"Like brothers." All repeated:
"Like brothers". The pact worked perfect while we remained in the
school. Then I added looking at my dear Frankie:
"James, Martin; you are now prepared to fuck each other; please be
tender as we have taught you."
"In addition," Frankie said, "and don't forget the oil." We all
laughed. I dragged Frankie to my side and he passionately kissed me. He
then said, "I love the idea; however, I'll never enjoy with anyone as I do
with you, John. You have all what I wanted and I won't miss anything."
"Are you sure?" I said wickedly. "Martin has the most adorable skin
I ever touched." He grinned at me:
"Are you proposing me to enjoy it?"
"Yes. You know how I feel about you, and because of that, I want
you to enjoy your sex as much as possible; however your love is mine and
nobody else's." We kissed until our dicks were ready for a good suck."
"I know that, John; you don't need to say it, because many years
since, my heart belongs to this tuft of you."
I moved around and started flicking on his lovely thighs at the same time I
felt his tongue on mine. I continued taking into my mouth one of his ball,
then the other, and after one minute, I engulfed that lovely arched dick of
his, as I felt mine into his warm mouth. Only a few minutes took us to
reach again a wonderful dry orgasm that prostrated us exhausted on top of
each other gasping for air. I could see how Martin has now inserted his
thick dick into James and the boy of the lovely lips was moaning and
telling Martin how much he loved him and what he was doing to him. We spent
near three hours making love and caressing each other; our dicks were sore
and flaccid. We decided to shower together, couple after
couple. Nevertheless, this excited us again and the last orgasm hit us
under the warm water. We laughed happily, dressed and left to the dorm. A
few minutes later, we were asleep as rocks.
We continued our daily routine and plans for the next Christmas. Willy,
Pedro, Martin and James would travel in Martin's father diplomatic car to
Madrid; there, Willy and Pedro would continue their trip to the North the
following day by train, to enjoy an unforgettable holidays.
The departure day arrived; it was the previous Saturday of Christmas. A
large and luxury car picked the boys up from the school. We hugged and
kissed them politely and wishes all the best until next January 7 of the
following year. A few minutes later, a taxi arrived with Frank and my
dad. After saying goodbyes to father Angel and other pals, we went to the
rail station and back to our precious village. Four months seemed so, so
long...
Chapter 42
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It was dark when we arrived. At the rail station were our moms, Francis and
Joan. They had planned to meet each one on the farm, however the boys
cried, and they had to bring them. We hugged and kissed our moms tenderly
but when I saw my little nephews... Joan jumped on my arms; he had grown a
lot and near pulled me down to the floor. Then came to my arms Francis, my
beautiful Francis! How I loved him. We hugged and I kissed him on the lips
as his tears of joy came down along his beautiful cheeks. He had a lovely
pink colour on that angel face and I could not resist the temptation of
kissing his nose and his eyes.
"I have missed you a lot, John." He left me when he felt the touch
from Frankie. We left the station, packed in the little pickup. We agreed
to meet the following day at the farm. The reception in the farm was
great. All have concentrated in the big house. The first to kiss me was
Nuria; her beauty had substantially increased. Four months had changed her
into near a woman. I felt her breast against my chest and a light sweet
sensation started growing on my dick; fortunately, she left me and the
twins replaced her. All said how much I have grown and so I noticed the
twins and the rest of small children. The house was warm and a lovely fire
lit on the dinning room. Some minutes later, they started to leave except
Francis, who did not want to; nevertheless, my sister called him and he
reluctantly obeyed his mom, promising to come back early the following
day. Dad then said:
"I suppose you are tired and want to shower before dinner."
"Yes dad, but I'm not tired, you can shower first; I'll follow you
then. He prepared himself and went to the bathroom. I wanted to be alone
with my mom. She stood up and went to the kitchen; silently I followed her
and when we were in the large and warm room I wrapped my arms from behind
round her; she turned around and hugged me very tight. Presently I was near
as tall as she was. She then sat down on one of those old chairs and I sat
on her lap as I used to do for many years before. We did not exchange any
word; I laid my head on her shoulder and I noticed her tears on my hair. I
wanted to tell her how much I had missed her, how I loved her, how I loved
Frankie, what we were doing in the school, how attracted we were to each
other and how I missed him and wanted in my bed every night. However, I
only said:
"I love you mom, I love you and I have missed you a lot." She
cleaned her tears, separated from me, ruffled my hair and looked into my
eyes.
"Johnny, you were a gift to us, old parents. You have grown and are
near as tall as we are; it has been very difficult for us not to
distinguish you from your sisters, but I could not help loving you
differently as I did to them; probably due to the different time in which
they and you were born. When you left, I thought the world had finished. It
is difficult for a mother to accept that their children grow. We would like
to see you always round us and forever, but we understand that the time of
our separation has arrived and that's unavoidable." Now I was the one to
have tears.
"I love you mom. I'll be near you anytime you need me, however, dad
says I have to build up my own future; I guess he is right."
"He is absolutely right my son, it is difficult and hard to accept
it, but he is right." She dried her tears and I kissed her. "I must prepare
your dinner, son. I understand you are used to go to bed earlier than
here." In that moment I heard dad calling me; he had already finished and
the bathroom was ready for me. I went to my room, I undressed and put on
the large white towel gown, but I could see now it was not so long. I
closed the door, the room was warm; I stood under the showerhead and poured
the warm water on my head. It was so nice, so comfortable. I started
soaping and when I reached my dick and ball, it was erected and waiting for
my attention. I rubbed it a few times while the warm water was taking rid
of the soap. I stepped out of the shower and I placed myself in front of
the large mirror. I wrapped my dick with my right hand looking to the naked
figure reflected on the mirror. I started jacking off ferociously; closing
my eyes and seeing how many images passed by thru my mind; the girl, the
smooth Martin and finally Frankie. The lovely sensation came to me, my
knees buckled as I received that wonderful orgasm. I sat on the small stool
gasping. When I recovered I dried out, combed my hair and looking to the
mirror; I pointed my right finger to my reflected image:
"You are a naughty boy; do you know that? I smiled to myself, put
on the gown and left for the living room. I sat near my dad and hugged him
very tight. I thought to sit on his lap but I understood those times had
already gone for me. He had placed a record of Spanish music written by
Isaac Albeniz and that made me to feel a little sad recalling the
concert. In that moment I realised my heart had divided into several parts;
and a large one was in my friend's memory. "I love that music, dad; it is
one of the pieces played by Pedro; it was a great success. I have asked
him to teach me to play the piano." I paused as I heard the lovely music,
then I added, "He also played the music of Willy's watch." My dad stood,
went to the drawer and rummaged among the records, extracted one and placed
it on the record player. The music started and immediately my mind went to
the sweet gaze exchanged between Pedro and Willy as they were in love. We
had accepted it as our anthem, I murmured, "For Elise" from Beethoven.
"Yes it is. I bought long time ago as a present for your mom."
"But her name is Maria"
"Yes, you are partially right, but she has a second name: Elise. I
used to call her with that name when we were young and she liked it." Mom
came and hugged dad from behind.
"What a beautiful music it is, and what lovely fond memories it
brings to me." She sighed. We had dinner together and when finished I
phoned Frankie; I could not go to bed without hearing his voice once
more. He was just going to take off the receiver to call me when it rang.
"Frankie, are you?" In a low voice, he answered:
"Yes, my beautiful John. I'm the one who adores you."
"I adore you, too. I could not go to bed without hearing your
lovely voice. I'll miss you Frankie. I would like to be with you near me."
"Me too. I have just showered and I had to jerk off thinking on you,
John."
"The same me, probably we have come at the same time, because It has
been a lovely feeling."
"Most likely. John, if we have come on holidays to be separated, I
would have preferred better to remain in the school."
"Yes, you are right; I'm determined to talk about it to my dad
tomorrow. We must be together. I love feeling you near me, kissing you and
caressing you all."
"John, if you are going to talk to your dad, I'll do the same to
mine. I want you in my bed, I feel too cold without you touching me."
"Frankie, we better stop. I'm very hard. Fortunately I have on that
large gown and my folks can't notice my hardness."
"Yes. Good nights and happy dreams."
"Good nights. I'm just going up and jerk off again. I don't want to
wet my sheets." We laughed because neither of us could do it. I kissed my
parents goodnights and went under the covers. I wrapped my cock and I could
notice the precum spitting from the pee slit. I slowly started jerking it
off, I closed my eyes and increased the pace of my fist moves, and I jerked
off until that beautiful and always new sensation started growing from my
toes to my dickhead. I moaned loudly as I reached my climax. When I
recovered, slid to my right side and in seconds drifted into a hard
sleep. I woke at the normal school time 7:00 am, still it was dark, and so
I turned to my other side and continued sleeping. An hour later, I woke up
again, I could not continue in bed after eleven hours of nice resting. I
washed up my face; dressed in my thick wool tracksuit that mom had left on
my bed the previous night. I smiled happily.
I felt hungry; therefore, I went to the kitchen, prepared a great breakfast
as Jim taught us. I brought some wood and lighted the fire with the
remaining embers from the previous night. Soon a lovely fire started and
the room got warm. I ate everything plus an extra orange juice from our
farm. I laid down on the sofa contemplating the flames and thinking how
many things had happened to me. New friends; new relationships and what we
have learnt during the last four months. I looked at my wristwatch and
grinned, thinking on Pedro; how he managed giving us his presents without
offending us. "What a great boys he is!" I thought.
It was near 9:00, so time for my parents to get up, I thought. I returned
to the kitchen and I prepared a large tray with two huge breakfasts. They
were old but I was sure Saturdays were their night for making love. I
stepped up, knocked on the door.
"Come in, son. When they watched me loaded with the big tray, a
lovely grin appeared on their faces. Then my dad said, "We have missed this
since you went to the school. Thanks son." They had their breakfast and I
could notice they still were naked. When finished, I took the tray to the
kitchen, however, when I was in the doorway dad said: "John, please, come
back." I smiled. When I returned, mom had her underwear on. Dad then
said. "Come on, John; get in here as in the old times." They moved but I
argued:
"Dad, I'm dressed, and unfortunately, I have grown a lot."
"In that case, what are you waiting to undress?" I smiled I
stripped naked, except for the short underwear and I dropped myself between
them. I received their caresses and kisses; dad put off the lights and we
went into a beautiful slumber in a joint package. That lasted near an
hour. It was one of my best fond memories. When I woke up, I found my mom
had got up. She was in the bathroom. I dressed and went downstairs. It was
a sunny day but chilly. I thought to go and wake up the twins or Francis,
however Frankie face came into my memory; "I love him and we need to solve
our problem." I thought. Dad was in the living room; then I asked him:
"Dad, what are you going to do?"
"Come here John." He had a few brochures in his hands showing new
tractors. "We must modernize our farm; I need to make numbers to buy one of
these. To feed animals take a lot of money and attention, however, one of
these machines works as efficiently as animals, even better. The twins are
always asking about them, they are very fond of new technologies. The
future of this farm will be on their hands, unless you change your mind."
"Dad, I'll never be a farmer if I can study something else. I love
the farm and what it means, however, as I have told you some other times, I
prefer some other profession. Still I don't have a fix idea, nevertheless I
fully agree with the twins, new times require new ideas. That what my
teachers say."
"Okay, I'm planning to buy it for Christmas; nothing will make them
and their parents happier. What are you going to do?" I thought for a
moment that probably Frankie was already talking to their parents about us;
however, I still doubted what to do.
"Dad, what about if we go for a walk? I would want to make you some
questions."
"It is alright for me, this can wait. I'll tell mom about it just
in case someone asks." We took our coats and went out in silence. We
reached that field that used to be full of flowers last spring and subject
of my beautiful dreams. It has been changed; new trees had been planted,
and however, the big tree was still there uphill presiding the new
plantation. "We didn't need this land as a meadow anymore." I sighed when
all those lovely dreams and lovemaking came into me. We sat for a moment
under the tree: "You look sad, John. What's up?" I looked into his lovely
blue eyes and I said:
"It brings me fond memories with Frankie during last spring. Dad,
I, I, love him and he loves me." I bent my head feeling not ashamed but
unfair to him because I thought I was disappointing him. He raised my chin
and looked worried.
"There is nothing wrong on loving your best friend and better if he
loves you." I had said the first word so there was not point to stop it
now.
"It is a special love, dad. I miss him every minute that I cannot
watch him. I want him near me, sharing my bed, sharing my thoughts, and
sharing my kisses. We love each other dad as I had never loved anyone. I
would give my life for him if necessary." I paused for a moment waiting for
my dad to answer; but he kept silence and I continued: "I love you dad and
mom, nevertheless, we would have preferred to remain alone in the school
than being here separated; there, at least, we were all time together in
spite we could not even kiss. Probably you will call it homosexuality,
queers or something worst; but that wouldn't change reality." I paused, he
continued in silence and then I added, "I'm very sorry dad to disappoint
you, but... I cannot stop loving him or he loving me; he is so sweet, so
lovely, so tender..."
"It is my fault son. I always thought homosexuality was born with
the person and not added during his life."
"Dad, it is not your fault. On the other hand, we think we are not
homosexual. Yes, we love each other as Jimmy loves Françoise; as James
loves Willy and many others; but we also like girls. In fact a couple of
weeks, before we entered in the school, we, we... fucked two. That was the
most wonderful experience we ever had, and we proposed ourselves to repeat
it as soon as we could. However, in the school only we can find boys, some
of them beautiful, as pretty as any girl; even sometimes more; I don't
think we can find a girl prettier than Frankie, or have the smooth skin of
Martin's." My words illuminated his old face.
"John, can I know the name of that girl?"
"It wouldn't be fair from me, unless you promise not to release it
to anyone."
"You have my word."
"Her name is Helen; the girl whose uncles were killed in that car
crash."
"Oh, I see. I guessed it. Someone told me you were dating her. I
will tell you something later. Going back to our business John, I cannot
censor you or Frankie about what you feel or what you do together. In fact,
I had and still have the same feeling for his father. We were like
brothers; nevertheless, I think we didn't go so far as I suppose you have
gone."
"I want to tell you everything, dad. We do not like to be fucked by
anyone, and no one had done it to us, but we have done a few times each
other. We have done it many times to other boys at their request; we never
forced or seduced anyone. When we did each other, it was due to the immense
love we have. Each one knows we do not like it; however, in very special
circumstances, we accepted it because he or I needed it in that moment. I
want you to understand that we love each other to the point that, many
times, we have been sharing the same bed and we spent the night kissing and
petting, while our..." He then intervened:
"Cocks"
"Yes, our cocks kept flaccid. I must say most of the times love and
sex go on parallel."
"I suppose so, and that need would increase with the puberty;
though it is not as bad as you believe, son. However, you must realise we
live in a hypocrite society, where those love manifestations are prohibited
and considered a grave sin.
"But why? We do not hurt anyone!"
"You'll experiment that with the time John. That was our idea,
however we had to hide from any person, and the most dangerous, our own
families; however those times were absolutely different from now, and I
hope your children, if you ever have any, they will enjoy a better
understanding." I reached my dad and hugged him tenderly.
"I'm very lucky having a dad like you." He kissed me on the hair
and looking into my eyes, he said:
"Now John, we must reach an agreement between Frankie's parents and
ourselves. I suppose the difficult part will be to tell mom and to make her
to understand it; you must trust me. I would suggest, you continue as up to
now. Frankie can come and stay with you and vice versa taking care nothing
is released out of our mutual homes; including your own sisters and the
rest of the family. We must protect your situation on respect of the
school. Once you are older, you'll decide by yourselves. What's your
opinion?"
"It seems fair enough, dad. Thanks for your understanding." We
stood, I took his old hand in mine and we started coming back home: "Dad,
you mentioned Helen, do you know anything about her?"
"Well, not much. I'll relate you something." He paused, waiting for
my comments, but after awhile, he continued: "Frank and I used to be good
friends of his uncle. He was a good man and a good friend. He fell in love
with his wife when he was in the school; they were 14 y/o and wanted to be
together all the time, more or less as you and Frankie." He
grinned. "However, the family could not admit so a young relationship. I
facilitated them our cave for their first sexual encounters; that even
increased their needs, therefore they prepared a strategy to get their
goal. One day that she was alone at home, he entered in the house and both
lovers started making love without any care; she knew his sister would
catch them as it happened. In those times, that meant immediate marriage,
as they were looking for. The events soon were forgotten and they started
their own lives together."
"I would call that an excellent strategy, dad."
"Yes, indeed it was. Three years later, they had a beautiful baby
girl that was the family happiness. When the little girl was 5 y/o, her
mother died from cancer. I don't want to go into details, but in spite the
science was not as advanced as today, doctors established a direct family
connexion of sickness. The child's grandmother had died in the same
circumstances. My friend near got mad; the family advised the couple to
conceive a new baby, but they rejected the idea, fearing they will go thru
it again. Time passed and ten years later, her sister appeared with the
same symptoms. She died three years later amongst terrible headaches, only
calmed with large doses of drugs. She left a lovely baby girl of one
y/o. The baby's father died a few months later in a labour accident. The
doctors told my friend that she had died from a tumour in the brains;
however, they clearly stated him that, as any type of cancer, it was not
hereditary, thought could exist a family predisposition to it. Then they
took care of the baby as their own daughter." He paused.
"It could be easily cured by a small operation if detected in time,
especially before puberty. Doctors explained that this is a well-known
sickness since the Egyptian time, 3000 years BC; they solved it by the
trepanation. It rarely appears in young children; therefore, their case had
made history in Medicine. It starts as a tinny fat tumour developing into a
cancer with the time, if not removed. In addition, the studies carried out
demonstrated that it is more frequent in females than in males; and that a
male would not transmit the predisposition, if any exists. They recommended
her wife and the little baby a brain exploration. They did and found
nothing, so they continued their new life with the orphan baby as their
daughter."
"Three years ago, when the baby was a girl of 10, his wife started feeling
headaches, but since she was now a little bit old, thought that was common
headache for old woman. He was not happy, he loved too much his wife and
got upset because his dearly wife had said nothing to him. After a
radiological examination, doctors told him that the terrible sickness was
there. Apparently, they died when their car went over the bridge; but my
belief is they committed suicide. The post-mortem examination of the
corpses showed the advanced cancer. Had she remained alive, she would have
died with terrible pains, as his previous family members. The girl had not
any other parents, so the priest requested from the authorities her being
put into an orphanage." We kept silence. We were near our house. Then I
said:
"It is a crime. The girl probably could have the same sickness in
the future, if anyone does not tell her."
"I'm afraid most likely you are right, but it is not sure that she
will develop it in the future." Mom was waiting for us when we entered.
"Michael, Frank has something important to discuss with us. He and
Margaret wanted to come, however I told them we needed to make some
purchases for Christmas; we can meet them there in the town."
"Didn't he tell you the subject?"
"No, he didn't".
"Alright, let's go." Then addressing to me, he added, "John we'll
talk it over later. I'll be here in a couple of hours." I blushed because
mom looked at me wondering what was going on. They left and I sat down in
front of the fire. I put an extra log on it; the flames started creeping
and my thoughts went to the girl that I had loved so hard, harder than I
thought. I was hypnotised by the view of the flames and instinctively my
hand started rubbing my cock that in seconds was hard as a rock. Suddenly I
heard the main door open; I retrieved my hand and tried to hide my
hardness. Joan and Francis rushed in, as the little and beautiful boy
jumped on top of me, straddling my legs and sat on my lap; he put his
little arms round my neck and kissed me on the lips. I noticed how his
little tongue tried to part my teeth; I let him in and our tongues swirled
inside enjoying the lovely taste of my dearly imp. I knew what he wanted
because I noticed his weenie pushing my belly. I moved on the large sofa so
my head rested on the couch's arm. He quickly stripped down his trousers
and his thin and beautiful weenie popped inviting me to kiss and suck it. I
could not help; I put my hands round his butt cheeks and pulled his
flawless crotch to my face, engulfing totally his package into my mouth. He
started moaning as my tongue sucked and touched his little
dickhead. Francis then said:
"Uncle John, I want you too." I left for a moment the lovely
sausage.
"Okay. Lock the door just in case someone comes." He quickly did
and I could see how his dick was tenting his tracksuit trousers. In
seconds, he was naked waist down; I noticed he dragged mine to my ankles,
taking off my shoes, only leaving my socks. I thought he wanted to suck me
as he started doing it, however, after a minute or so, he left my wanting
cock and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile little Joan was fucking my mouth,
his curly hair hanging, and his head back; he pushed his crotch against my
nose as moaned loudly. I continued sucking him in the hope that the little
sausage would get flaccid and satisfied after his dry orgasm, but I was
wrong; he needed more. I felt how Francis was pouring oil onto my dick and
how he spread it. He put his left hand on my thigh; with the right, he
guided my hard cock to his hole. My dick had grown a lot during the past
months and I thought he ignored it and could hurt him.
"Francis, don't be hurry, it is a long time since I entered you and
it has grown a lot lately." He grinned; nevertheless, I could not see him
because he was with his back to me, so both brothers were on top of me,
back to back.
"Don't worry John. I did it with Louis and there was not any
problem; his dick is similar to yours." I felt a pang of jealousy of the
two cousins fucking each other during my absence. In a single push, he sat
on my cock, impaling himself on it to the hilt. When my dick touched that
special point, he moaned. I extended my long arms and got on hand his dick;
as he moved himself up/down I jacked him off. "Oh John you do so good, so
different..." I smiled. We started a combined move, Joan put his hand on my
head and he ordered his own moves. Seconds later, he again moaned as his
second dry orgasm hit him. Francis and I came together. He fell down back
against his little brother and on top of me. We remained like that for a
few minutes. Then Francis said. "Joan, I want to suck Uncle John and he
sucks me."
"And what shall I do while you two enjoy?" He complained. I brought
the insatiable little imp and kissed him on the lips.
"Don't worry little evil; you will also participate. While we suck
each other, you can fuck him or me, at your choice.
"I'll fuck my brother." We immediately went into a 69 position. I
loved that beautiful butt in front of me. I eagerly took his dick into my
mouth. It has also changed during the past time. I felt my cock into the
warm cave of his mouth; he had become an expert cocksucker, and I was
getting close to my climax. Joan jumped behind his brother and easily
inserted his weenie into him. I could see him his little red lips open
breathing hard as he also started to experiment the closeness of his new
climax. I was the first to come; I instinctively arched my hip as I pushed
Francis' head against my crotch. I near gagged him. As I was gasping for
air thru my nose, he pushed down and I felt his ball sack against my
chin. He moaned as we near fell to our side. Little Joan fucked his
brother as a rabbit. Soon he also reached his point of not return and the
three in a heap slid to my right side near exhausted. After a few minutes,
we moved and started laughing. I kissed tenderly both brothers.
"How I like this with you, Uncle John!" Francis said. "I have
missed you a lot."
"Me too." Little Joan added.
"We better get dressed; mom will be here within minutes." I
said. Little Joan then said:
"Uncle John, let's do it again; I like it. I hope you will put your
dick into me." I looked tenderly into those beautiful eyes and said:
"Joan, you must be very careful who does this to you. You are too
little and it would hurt you very much; therefore, you must not do it with
anybody, even with your brother or me. Also both of you must keep you mouth
shut. You must promise me that you would never say it to any person, even
your mom or dad." Little Joan looked at me tenderly.
"Uncle John, I know this is our secret, the same told me
Charlie. However, will you suck me from time to time while you are here?" I
looked at both brothers and said:
"I'll do it to you both beautiful brothers because you are my
favourite nephews, but you must firstly do your Christmas' home works.
Tomorrow we will organize them here; as soon as Frankie comes, we will talk
it over." I kissed Francis and Joan on the lips, and both, one on each side
hugged and kissed me many times before mom and dad arrived half an hour
later.
Chapter 43
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They started offloading the pickup, and in that moment Frankie arrived; he
was dressed in Sunday's clothes. I went out to help mom, and met him; we
hugged. Then I said slowly. "Are you going to break all the girls' heart?"
He grinned and in the same voice, he replied:
"I'll be happy breaking only yours." I grinned and we helped mom
with her purchases. When we entered and left the parcels, mom put her big
arms round our shoulders and dragged us to the couch. She kissed us, and
then looked at me and said:
"Your dad, Frankie's parents and myself, have talked about what you
both have said this morning. I must say it is not a surprise for me; I had
guessed it since two years ago; however, I did not know your love was so
deep and sincere. It pleases me that two young beings love each other as
you do. You will need it along your lives. It is not so easy to find
someone who loves you properly. I have been very lucky." I could not help
and a couple of tears rolled down my face. Where I expected rejection, I
found comprehension, and the love that only a mother could give. I hugged
her tenderly thanking for her understanding.
"We love you mom. I am very sorry I did not tell you..."
"Never mind; it is over now; however children, you must keep in
mind what dad told you and Frank has repeated to Frankie. Dear sons, you
must be extremely careful about your behaviour, especially here and in the
village. Within our premises, you can express your mutual feelings as two
normal beings that love each other, but only when we are alone; in case
there is somebody else, except Frankie's parents, your dad or myself, you
must, I repeat, you must avoid any love expression, except normal between
two friends. For others, you have the privacy of your room where no one
will disturb you." Is it clear? Both at unison said:
"Yes, very clear." I added, "You won't have any complaint about
that. Thanks mom." Dad had entered and heard mom's last words.
"We can trust on them. Did you my dear Elise have any problem with
me?" She looked to dad, stood and kissed him.
"You have been the best of husbands and father in the world, and I
would marry you hundred times, even knowing you two loved each other." We
smiled; I took Frankie from his hand and dragged him upstairs to my
room. As we entered, he took me from behind and I felt his lovely lips on
mine kissing me desperately.
"John, I need you." Without leaving our kiss, I dragged up his
pullover over his head, lifting his shirt and underwear. My hand started
exploring his lovely and smooth back; I felt his hands on mine, but I knew
what he wanted and needed. I left his lips and started kissing quickly his
chest; I fell on my knees yanking down his trousers; he murmured:
"John, I, I want..." He could no end the word because in that
moment I took into my mouth his lovely and long stick. I placed my arms
round his butt cheeks and I noticed how the lovely rounded muscles were
trembling at my touch. The salty sensation of his abundant precum spread on
my tongue and that even encouraged me on my blowjob. He was moaning and his
lovely head back. "I, I, love... you; I, I, love..." He could not end his
sentence; he pushed hard my head against his crotch as I heard a muffled
groan. He almost fell on top of me. Hearing him my dick started to grow,
however I wanted only to concentrate on giving him pleasure and releasing
his body tensions. I did not stop sucking; I cupped his ball suck and blew
on his dickhead. "Please... John. I, I, want to suck you." With my mouth
full, I could not speak, but in seconds, I pulled off from his cock:
"Don't worry; I have had already a couple of releases. You need it
more than I do." Saying this I resumed my sucking, but this time I knew it
would take a little bit longer, however the orgasm would take him to the
ninth cloud and to the floor. I knew my lover very well. I explored his
thighs as I was sucking him; he opened his legs giving me a better access;
it felt so good, so smooth... Soon he started mumbling incoherently as he
was approaching his new climax. We were near the bed so I thought to push
him on it, however I continued. Suddenly I noticed his butt cheek muscles
shrink, forcing his dick into my moth. I sucked his lovely rod even harder;
he held his breathing, pushed against my face, as a grunt came deep from
his dry throat. He fell on top on my shoulders gasping for air. Smiling I
pulled him back on the bed where he fell as he was fainted. I sucked again
his cock but I noticed how quickly it was getting flaccid. I was tempted to
start jacking myself off because I was very hard and spilling precum.
Nevertheless, I rejected the idea since we would have the whole night. I
scooted to his side, took off his boots and trousers and I lay on his
side. Tenderly I kissed him; he opened his lovely eyes and kissed me
back. Then he turned me down so his face was on top of mine.
"John, why are you so good? I wanted to suck you, too."
"I'm hard watching you, but I had a few releases just a few minutes
before you arrived." I grinned. "Little Joan and Francis seduced me and I
could not help but sucking the little boy and fucking his brother." He
smiled at me, and kissed me again.
"You are perverting the little imps."
"You are wrong, they are perverting me." I said wickedly.
"I'll take care to punish you tonight for your behaviour." We
laughed. "Come on, let's get ready. Have you forgotten we are obliged to go
to the mass every Sunday?"
"You make me forget everything!" I jumped from the bed; we cleaned
our dicks, washed my face and combed my hair. He looked at me; we were on
underwear, sleeveless shirt and shorts.
"Why are you so handsome, John?" He kissed me. I looked to the
large mirror, I could see two young lovely beautiful boys kissing and in
love; still their underwear tenting with their hard cocks; however,
obligations were obligations. Nevertheless, I felt the happiest boy of the
world.
We wore corduroy trousers, boots and long socks to our knees and a thick
pullover as external garments. Those were the normal clothes for boys in
the village; I liked them because felt warm and were ideal for winter. We
pedalled to the village, left the bikes in Frankie's home. I greeted his
mom and she hugged me tenderly. We left for the church; the mass has
already started and was on its second part. We sat on the back part as any
man or boy; still there was the old custom of women staying separated from
men, in spite of the priest encouraging them to mix up; however only a few
young couples complied what the priest suggested. When the service was
over, we stood outside; many boys not close friends but old pals came to
greet us; amongst them, Carlos approached to greet us. He was as tall as we
were; however, stronger and almost in his thirteen birthday. An intelligent
boy who could reach a better position in life; however, he was devoted to
his parents and his farm. He was asking us about our life in the school and
studies, telling us how lucky we were. In those moments I watched Lucy,
Helen's friend; the memories of our meetings last summer, especially in the
cave, came to me as my heart raced.
"Frankie, it is Helen's friend! Sorry Carlos, will you excuse us
for a moment?" I did not hear what he said because we went to meet the
lovely girl and a new friend of her; a girl that I did not know. She smiled
gladly when she saw us approaching. I noticed how she looked to Frankie; I
was the first to arrive to where she was with her friend.
"Hey Lucy, I'm glad to see you again! I see you are always
surrounded by beautiful friends." The other girl looked at me with
pleasure.
"Hey friends, let me introduce: Frankie, John, this is Funny." We
greeted each other. She explained was living in the village since a couple
of months; her dad had come as a teacher for the new school. She used to
live in the city; but Mr. Hermann had offered his dad and mom a good job in
the new school. She then said:
"I'm glad here. I have found good friends and honest people,
difficult to find in the large towns."
"In that case, welcome here." We were forming a group in the
church's plaza; many boys and girls watched us as they were returning
home. Then I said, "Can we accompany you to the park? They looked at each
other and Fanny answered:
"Why not?" We live not far from your house. My home is Lucy's next
door." Then I realised I had left alone Carlos. I went to him. He was very
sad and clearly showing he was upset, as if we had spoiled something.
"Sorry Carlos, Lucy is an old friend. Do you want to join us? We
are taking them home; the other girl is new here and a beautiful one."
However as he doubted, I said, "Have we spoiled anything?" He immediately
blushed and almost certainly felt that we were not the cause of his
problems.
"No. It is okay with me. Well... I will accompany you on part of
the way. My dad is waiting for me." I knew he was not telling me the truth,
and that was a stupid excuse, however I did not want to embarrass him. He
joined us; I could observe how furtively he looked to Lucy. We continued
chatting and few streets down Carlos said, "I must leave, I expect to see
you and chat, I would like you gave me some information regarding the
school life. Glad to see you again. I'll see you some time." Without
waiting our reply, he spun and took the first street on the left. Then
Fanny looking at him said:
"He is a good boy, but stupid and uneducated! That's not the way to
say goodbye to old friends and to someone to whom he is supposed to love."
We were shocked since we ignored Carlos loved any of them, however, Lucy
immediately clarified it as she said:
"He is not stupid or uneducated Fanny; perhaps he is pissed off
because I told him I won't ever accept his way of thinking. I will not be a
slave for anyone, and let alone, to endure what his mom and mine are
suffering. I'm free and I'll be forever, whether he likes it or not."
Frankie then intervened:
"I think we have spoiled something. I'm sorry but we didn't
know..." Lucy smiled and answered:
"You haven't spoiled anything, on contrary, your presence has
strengthened my position and determination, and I'm not ready to change."
Guessing what was on, I said:
"I would suggest you both talk. Carlos is an excellent boy and
friend and I'm sure he hadn't any intention on offending us."
"You can bet for that, John." We continued walking; and in a
moment, that Frankie was joking with Fanny, I said.
"Lucy I would like to say you something regarding Helen; if it is
possible, in private."
"You can talk freely, John. Fanny is my best friend and I haven't
any secret to hide with her."
"Well, perhaps it won't look important to you, but it is. I do not
know how or where to write Helen. I suppose you have connexion with her and
I would want you to tell her that I have something very important to say
her; it is extremely confidential and I'm not allowed even to tell you."
She looked at me and grinned. She probably thought about a love message.
"I regret to tell you that I haven't heard from her since she left
the village. I know she is in an orphanage in the city; that's all;
therefore I won't be able to give her you message; however, if an
opportunity arises you can be sure I'll tell her."
"Thanks Lucy." We changed the subject until we said goodbye. They
went to their home, and Frankie and I to his. I told Frankie all about
Helen family sickness, besides what I had told Lucy. He thought for a
minute then he argued:
"John, that's extremely dangerous; however, I suppose she has been
informed about it."
"Are you sure?"
"No, I'm not; but in any case you have done what you should. If
there is a person who can contact Helen, that person is Lucy. She hasn't
left any family behind to whom we could ask." I did not argue, we entered
in his house and started to work in the project while Frank was getting
ready lunch. We had planned to spend the day in the village and at the
sunset, return to the farm. Suddenly we heard some knocks on the main door
and Frank went to open it; it was Carlos.
"Hey Carlos, it is a long time without seeing you! I suppose you
want to greet the boys. Come in, they are in my office working." He,
embarrassed, said: :
"Well sir, if they are busy I'll come back some other day."
"No. You are not a stranger. Frankie! John!, you have a visit
here." We met him; he blushed because he thought was interrupting us.
"Well, I, I just have come to apology you for my behaviour this
morning." I thought he would feel more comfortable outside, so I motioned
him to go out. "Thanks John, I'll feel better here." He continued: "We have
been good friends during the past years and I was stupid, but it has
nothing to do with you. Sorry again." Frankie put his arm round Carlos
strong shoulders.
"We were embarrassed, too; however we ignored you both..." Carlos
blushed.
"Well, I, I, I like her, you know. She is a pretty girl, one of the
prettiest..."
"Carlos, I would suggest you openly talk to her. I know her; she
has an open spirit and ready to accept any opinion; however, she feels free
and, as many of us, not ready to accept the past as good. Last summer,
during our walks, she recognized what her mom had endured and suffered..."
Carlos said.
"Deep inside me I agree with her but... Anyway, I'll follow your
advice, better to talk and not to be a silly ass." We laughed together. He
promised to see us and to play some soccer with the rest of friends, as in
the old times. When we were alone, Frankie said:
"John, what about if he sometime find out about the cave and..."
"Don't be silly. Who would tell him, you?
"Of course, not."
"In that case, forget it. Remember she has a free spirit." We
laughed and entered into the house to continue our job.
Chapter 44
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Four months later, during Easter holidays, Fanny invited Lucy to spend four
days at her Granny's home in the city. Her parents gave permission and the
two girls gleefully travelled with his dad to see her Granny. Once there,
the old woman received happily her granddaughter and her friend. The
following day, Sunday, as they had planned, asked the old woman where the
orphanage was. The bus stop was only two blocks in the same street. They
took it and after near half hour they were in the outskirts of the
city. They saw an assembly of red brick buildings with many trees and sport
fields. They thought that place was what they were looking for; however, it
did not match with the instructions that her Granny had given them, besides
they could observe many boys playing soccer. Lucy asked:
"What is this? A woman that was carrying a little baby on her lap
answered.
"That is a school of boys, but only for the rich, daughter. It is
JJ's. She immediately realised that it was our school. It was only three
bus stops separated from Helen's; however, I learnt that some years later;
when my girl was not there. They came out from the bus just in the main
gate of the orphanage. It was a depressed place, thousands years separated
from our school. They entered in the visitors' large room and asked a nun
for their friend. She did not ask anything. Called other nun and ten
minutes later the two friends were facing each other fascinated and
astonishing. Tears came down their young cheeks and impulsively they went
into a tender hug sobbing. Helen then said:
"I can't believe you are here, Lucy. I have missed you so much."
They broke their hug; she took Lucy's hand to a corner near a window where
they sat on a wooden bench. She then realised the presence of the other
girl. Sorry Lucy, with the emotion I have forgotten about your friend."
"It is my fault." She introduced Fanny and they kissed on the
cheeks. "She is my best friend in the village. We would have made an
excellent triple if you still were there." Helen looked at her astonished.
"But... do you still live in our village?"
"Of course I do, the same house, the same street, the same..."
Helen interrupted her.
"I wrote you four letters; three were sent back with "unknown
addressee" written on them." Now the surprised one was Lucy.
"I answered your the first letter and two more, but I never
received any answer." Helen in a low voice said.
"I suppose these bastards have censored them. It is not the first
time. Other girls warned me when they watched me writing. I was so
innocent... I hate this entire hypocrite... Never mind, you are here and
that what matters." She could not stop herself asking for everybody, she
wanted to know what had happened during the almost a year since she had
left. Then the unavoidable question aroused. "How are them; I suppose you
have seen..." Lucy blushed and her friend understood why, however that was
her most loved secret.
"Yes, I saw them during last Christmas. As we have grown they have
too; now they are two very handsome lads." She then turned to Fanny: "We
are referring to John and Frankie." She continued: "John continues being
great and lovely to talk to, and still has that beautiful tuft that you
loved so much." Helen blushed and sighed embarrassed with the other girl's
presence.
"He is not a pretty boy, but a very handsome lad. Yes, I must admit
it: I deeply loved him. He was brave in that last moment..." Fanny looked
to the two old friends, however Lucy gazed her telling in silence: "I'll
tell you later". "Besides, he is intelligent and not a conceited and stupid
boy." As she paused, Lucy said:
"He gave me a message for you that I didn't understand, he said:
=if you ever see Helen, please, tell her that I need to tell her something
very, very important. I do not know where to call or write her. I have not
problem with mail; therefore, you can give her my school's address or let
me know hers. Sorry I cannot tell you because I'm not allowed to do it."
Helen thought for a moment, and then she grinned, placed her hands on her
friend's lap:
"I don't know either. I have mentally taken down his address. In
any case, you have transmitted the massage to me. When I stay in the next
school, I will try to contact him, if I can do so. Yes. I have not told
you, but they have informed me that in my uncles' will, they left me a
little bit of money after selling and paying their debts caused by the
illness. He expressly says this money must be spent on my education;
therefore, the authorities will put me in an orphan school of girls until I
am 18 y/o or before, if someone adopt me. I don't know where it is." Tears
came again to both. They changed the subject and talked about Carlos and
other persons of the village. When the visit ended, they hugged and again
with tears said goodbye. They knew would never see each other again. They
were in the bus returning home, in silence. Fanny did not want to interrupt
her friend's thoughts. Suddenly, Lucy said:
"She really was in love with that boy; in the last moment, after
our farewell, he left the bike on the floor, ran back to us and kissed her
on the lips in the middle of the street. It was almost a peck and
fortunately no one was in sight; but he didn't mind doing it and she
accepted it. I think only few 12 y/o boys would dare to do so."
"Well, that might have an explanation." Fanny said. "He also loved
her, however, he wouldn't tell you." ******************
We spent the afternoon setting up all ideas necessary to start the
following day. I had told Joan and Francis that we would start organizing
something like a school to help them to do their Christmas home works; what
we really wanted was to be free during the second week without the burden
of the work; to do whatever we liked; and we had some plans. Before the
sunset, we left for the farm, kissing Frank and Margaret and saying until
tomorrow. It was a chilly evening but a beautiful sunset that we
contemplated as we approached the farm. As soon as we arrived, Joan,
Francis, Louis and Manuel came; as usual noisily, they greeted us. I had to
recognize that the twins, as the rest, have grown a lot and they were very
handsome boys. They looked healthy and strong boys; their skin was brown
and many freckles spotted under their eyes. Then I said:
"If we want to play, we need to work before. I would suggest we do
all our home work during the next week, and then we can forget about it."
Manuel and Louis were not convinced. Louis said:
"If we spend the morning working, after lunch there is not time to
play soccer or ride the bikes."
"We have time enough." Francis argued. Let's vote for the different
options." Soon he was learning democratic manoeuvres. I thought. We agreed
to spend the morning working; therefore, we would start the following
morning without any excuse at 9:00. The twins protested, it was too early
for them, but accepted. Before we went to bed, we prepared all what we
needed and disposed tables as desks, so that everybody had space to work
comfortably. The girls, as a whole, refused to join us. After dinner, we
said goodnights and went upstairs into my room. I closed the door behind
us, but did not lock it. It had been over months that we had not slept
together without caring about who would disturb us. We needed it!
Slowly we approached each other; I could see the tent forming on his
corduroy trousers. We went into a strong hug. Our mouths eagerly stick and
our tongues met swirling inside for a few minutes. We started stripping
each other, I was not as quick as he was, and when still I was on my short
underwear he was naked and his glorious dick jerking up in a little angle
to his flawless tummy. He then separated and looked at me:
"You look so beautiful and sexy John that I would like to eat you."
Without any extra word, he placed his left hand under my balls and took my
dick into his mouth, including the fabric. I quivered in delight; however,
I wanted him before he could have me. I dragged him to the bed; I took off
my shorts and tossed them on the other bed.
" I want to explore you on every centimetre, Frankie." He grinned because
that was what he expected. I started right from his head, licking and
kissing his eyes, his nose; flicking and sucking his earlobes. He started
to moan on ecstasies every time my tongue touched him. At the same time, he
was rubbing my spine and kissing me where he could. I reached his shoulders
I kissed them, took his palms, placed a kiss on each and put them on my
cheeks. He dragged my face to him and we started a long kiss. I broke the
kiss and resumed my exploration. I started on his lovely nipples that I
sucked and lapped his chest. I felt his erected dick rubbing against mine;
I raised my butt in order not make him to cum since we were near.
"John, let's get a quick release, I'm very near." I lifted my head
and kissed his tummy.
"We have all night. When you reach your climax go for it." I
continued enjoying his lovely body. I reached his crotch and licked his
future pubes, still nothing; only silky light fuzz that I lapped. He could
not stand; I noticed him gasping every moment I touched him. I also was
losing my control, only a light rub of my dick against his thighs made me
to stretch my legs, as I could not wait, starting to fuck them. I engulfed
his dick into my mouth and with a few sucks, he groaned loudly, arching his
hips. I pressed my dick against his legs and a few thrusts made me to reach
my dry climax. His jerking dick slid out of my mouth as I laid my head on
his abdomen trying to recover my breath. I felt his hands on my hair
rubbing my scalp in a lovely massage.
"I told you we needed a release." We smiled; I reached up and
kissed his beautiful lips.
"I had forgotten the long time elapsed since we did this so quiet."
Now more comfortable, I resumed my task on giving pleasure to my lover. I
went down to his ankles, licked and sucked all his toes, then his thighs
again. "Please, turn over Frankie; I want to explore your back." I kissed
his heels and licked his long and rounded calves. We were well over 12 y/o,
however our voice still had not changed, but our bodies slowly were taking
new shape. I straddled him, kissed his neck; he turned his face and we
kissed once more. I rubbed his wide back noticing his ribs under my soft
fingers. He was now moaning engulfed on his lust, his eyes closed. I was
terrible excited when I scooted down and sat on his thighs.
I watched those beautiful and smooth globes of his butt cheeks. I felt I
was losing my control as I massaged them. I put my tongue in his ass canal
and he groaned in pleasure. I felt a strong need of fucking those beautiful
buttocks. We well knew we did not like being fucked; so we did it very
seldom and only on special circumstances. He guessed my thoughts and my
internal fight. He moved his hands and handed me the little bottle of oil
we kept in the nightstand.
"John, please, fuck them, fuck them. I love you." He repeated
encouraging me. My dick was pouring precum and very hard, therefore,
instinctively and as a robot, I poured some oil in my palm and rubbed my
dick. He raised his beautiful butt and with a single and slow thrust, my
large dick entered him to the hilt. As a wild hot wolf, I started fucking
him, my left hand on his hip and my right wrapped his long cock and started
jacking him off at the same time. I had lost control of myself. I fucked
him mercilessly; my dick rubbed his nice spot every time I shoved my cock
inside him; in a couple of minutes, we both were involved by mad lust. With
a final thrust I exploded inside of my most loved person; I grunted as a
wounded animal. His body tensed and he fell on the bed gasping for air as
he had reached his orgasm, too. I fell on top of him, sliding to his right
side.
In that moment of relax, a wave of shame and regret overwhelmed my soul; I
started sobbing as a little child, my tears dropped on his back. He felt
the warn water running his back and knew what was happening to me. He
turned over, took my cheeks between his palms and kissed me tenderly. "I
love you John, I love you too much. You have done nothing wrong, I asked
you to do it. Please, please, don't cry or I'll start doing it myself." I
reacted and kissed him. How could he be so good, so great? I had offended
him and still he was encouraging me and loving me.
"Frankie, Frankie! I love you. How could I have done it?"
"Because you love me, and I love you. We agreed to do it only in
special moments, and this is one of them." More comforted I buried my face
in his chest. He added, "Believe me; it has been marvellous; not as good as
with the girls, but good enough."
"In that case you must do it to me." He tenderly gazed at me,
kissed me wiping my tears, and then said:
"I'm sure we will enjoy it." He grinned. "You have the most
beautiful butt cheeks I ever seen. I love them. However, I want to explore
you before that.
"What are you waiting for? He started teasing me tickling in my
armpits; soon I forgot my previous regrets and sorrows and our mouths
started a long kiss. "How great he is, my God!" I thought kissing him
eagerly. He explored me as I have done to him. When he arrived to my crotch
he wrapped with his hand my hard pole, then slowly he kissed it and took
into his mouth. Instinctively I raised my hips as he was blowing me. It
felt so, so good...! He finished on my toes.
"Turn over my lovely boy." I did quickly placing my left hand
cupping my dick and slowly masturbating it. "Don't do that, I want you all
for me." I grinned and retrieved my hand so he could see it. He started on
my neck, caressing my hair and biting my ears. "You still have that lovely
mole behind your ear." I felt a kiss on there. I quivered in love for my
Friend.
"Yes, it is the family mark on all male members."
"I love it. It is a pity you have not it on your dick." I
grinned. He descended thru mi spine flicking his tongue as a snake; I felt
my skin bumps. Again, I started moving up and down rubbing my dick against
the bed trying to reach an orgasm that he denied. He pushed down my butt
cheeks kneading them; I heard him gasping and his hard dick on my
thighs. His tongue went thru my crack reaching my pucker; instinctively I
spread my legs. I noticed the increase of his breaths; obviously, he was
very excited. Soon he placed his hand under me; I raised my butt and in
seconds, I felt his hard and hot pole entering me. In a single thrust, he
was entirely inside my cave. For a couple of seconds it hurt me and I
moaned in pain. I wondered whether he appreciated that I was in pain or
not; however he remained quiet on top of me.
"John, I immensely love every part of you. You make me mad." He
started thrusting and masturbating me at the same time. I felt very happy
because he was happy, in spite I did not like what he was doing to me. It
was the last time we fucked each other; we loved too much to spoil that
love with lust; we did it many times between the legs or in different ways,
however, our butts remained untouched up today. We did not speak a single
word about that compromise; but both knew it.
I was near my orgasm. Then in a faltering voice, he said, "Please turn
over." I obeyed without his dick leaving my hole; he then dragged me and
went under me. He extended his dear arms and we sealed our mouths in a long
kiss. I was then enjoying him and him enjoying me. I started moving up and
down so I was fucking and masturbating myself at the same time. He caressed
my hair, my back; his mouth on my right shoulder I felt his breathing. Soon
I felt him pushing up his dick as far as he could into me as he received
his lovely orgasm. I pushed down helping him, and a couple of seconds later
my body was rigid as a log; held my breathing and my head fell lovingly on
his left shoulder, abandoned, empty of strength. I cannot remember how long
we remained quiet in that position. We were spent; so I slowly dragged up
the covers and we drifted into a heavy sleep.
Nine hours later, round 7:00, I woke up and I found myself melted with
Frankie on our right side; his left hand hugging me and sleeping serenely,
however his dick was hard pushing between my legs. I felt the need of
peeing. Carefully I moved off; when I finished peeing, I laid behind him;
some minutes later, I entered in a lovely slumber and dream. Helen and I
were in the cave naked; she smiled at me: "Please John, let's fuck. I want
a baby from you as my uncle did." I answered. "But I'm still dry; I haven't
any seed inside me!" I looked at her lovingly, and she said "Never mind,
perhaps a miracle can occur and we can have our baby." We fucked and I felt
her hands pushing my butt against her pussy as I was telling her. "I love
you Helen, I love you." As I reached my climax, everything dashed away. I
found my beautiful Frankie smiling, still his hand wrapping his dick after
masturbating himself and blowing me. I opened the eyes and he kissed them.
"To whom did you make love, John?" I told him every moment of the
dream.
"It was so real, so beautiful!" He smiled.
"Come on, let's get up, it is near 8:00 and we have a lot to do. It
has been a beautiful night John."
"Yes, as I expected it." We went to the bathroom. We had a quick
shower; soaped, cleaned and dried each other. On underwear and sleepers, we
went down to the kitchen. We could hear my dad and mom snoring. We prepared
and had a huge breakfast, we cleaned dishes and when we were leaving the
kitchen, Frankie dragged me from my hand, and then looked at me:
"You look so sexy and beautiful, John." In addition, saying this he
kneeled and took my soft dick into his mouth, only separated by the fabric
of my shorts. Soon I was hard. "Let's go to the couch." In seconds, we
stripped and were engaged in a 69 sucking. Our young bodies responded
immediately and after a few minutes, we were moaning in pleasure as we
reached the first climax of that day. We returned to our original position;
looked into each other eyes, and he said: "I love you, John."
"I love you too, Frankie." We ran upstairs naked to get dressed.
"Your shoulder's scar is more alive than ever before, John. He
touched and kissed it and I rubbed it with my fingers. A lovely sensation
went thru my spine. We dressed and started working on the living room; soon
the twins, Joan and Francis joined us and started our Christmas'
school. The second day after finishing, round midday, Manuel said:
"John, if we give you a nice surprise on Christmas, would you make
a favour to Louis and me?" I looked a little bit puzzled and Frankie then
said:
"You don't need to give us a nice surprise. We can do a favour, no
matter what it is whenever we are able to do it." The twins chuckled in
complicity.
"It is nice, funny and you have a week to do it." I thought where I
had heard those words before. I smiled.
"Granted, however, subjected you continue working with us as you
have done up today."
"Okay." Francis and little Joan looked at us; it was clear they did
not know anything about it; therefore, we could not speculate about or
guess what all was about.
Chapter 45
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Four days later, the Christianity celebrated the birth of Jesus. The last
day of classes, Joan came excited with a letter on his hands:
"Uncle John, Frankie, I have received a letter from Charlie, he
send you a great hug for both of you!" It was a surprise because I did not
know he kept writing with his summer friend; I felt ashamed because I had
not asked him; however, Nuria kept us informed.
"How is he, Joan?"
"He is very happy, not only himself but especially Margarita,
Françoise and their cousin Jeanette." We looked at each other but he
continued: "He has found his mom and now lives with them in a lovely house
that his dad has purchased in Paris." I was to argue him because we knew
Charlie's mother had died in a road accident near four years back, but
Nuria stared us as telling she would explain it later; however, the little
boy continued: "Well, she is not exactly his mom, but almost it, she is his
mom's twin sister; nobody knew she existed, but Charlie discovered her. He
said she is so equally that right now, he cannot remember any difference;
she tells him the same words, kisses... It is as if they had been separated
a few years; besides her name is Margarita.
"But that is impossible; Margarita was their mom." Frankie
argued. The boy grinned triumphantly as he said:
"You are wrong. They have known now her real name was Jeanette."
Then Nuria added:
"She lost her memory due to a rail crash that separated them. She
went into an orphanage where Françoise and Margarita's father took her
for marrying. Her sister lived with their neighbours until she married
their son and had a daughter; also named Jeanette. Her husband died three
years ago, so she has been a widow and just last week married Patrick,
Charlie's father. The funny thing is that they had been living during more
than twenty years only separated by one hundred kilometres, ignoring each
other's existence."
As usual in our country, all family, including Frankie parents, joined in a
common feast where the adults allowed children to drink a little light
alcohol beverage; it lasted until 2:00 am of the following day. Little
Frank was the fresher one and he continued arguing "bed no, mom, bed no."
However, the great surprise for Frankie and me came after dinner, when we
were ready to start singing Christmas songs. The twins, Nuria and Francis
disappeared; they came back a couple of minutes later; Louis and Manuel
carrying theirs guitars; and Nuria and Francis lutes. We knew the
difficulty of playing the guitar, but sometimes Mother Nature gifts people
in a different way, sharing the greatnesses amongst her sons. Maths,
geography or language, were terrible handicaps for the twins; however,
Mother Nature had bestowed the facility upon them for the music, especially
the guitar. As we knew later, during the past four months they had learnt
what most would have taken years. In view of their keenness and facility,
Mr. Hermann had contracted a teacher that was astonished with his pupils;
he strongly recommended that the children should assist to classes in the
Conservatory in the city next year. They looked proudly to us showing the
guitars.
That night they were wearing baggy corduroy short trousers like the
majority of boys of our age. My dad offered them a chair each, and as
professionals, they sat and raised his left leg to support the guitars. I
could see their white thighs to near their buttocks. The little band
started playing. Nuria and Francis did quite well, however their
instruments did not represent the difficulty of guitars. Applauses and hugs
came from everywhere after each performance. We were open-mouthed; I felt
the same as when I heard Pedro playing the piano, but in this case, the
difficulty was greater. When they finished, dad put on the record player
with music to dance. When we were a little bit separated, the twins
approached us. Manuel asked:
"Did you like it, John?" I hugged him and Frankie did to Louis.
"It has been more than a surprise Manuel, it has been great!
Marvellous! I would like Pedro was here to listen your concert. Thanks
boys." They sighed. "There are many persons who can learn maths or
geography, however, only a few are gifted with such a talent as you both
have. Congratulations!" I hugged them again that were radiant with our
appreciation.
"Don't forget your own us a favour." Frankie then said:
"We are ready to grant you what you ask us. You deserve anything."
They proudly hugged us. Francis was distracted explaining little Joan how
he must learn to play the lute. I dragged him to a corner and kissed him
right on the lips. He responded with his body stick to mine.
"I love you Francis. How did your learn to play the lute so
quickly."
"Manuel and Louis taught my sister and me. They are good
teachers. It is not difficult to play, the problem is to learn the music;
however, most of what we have played tonight is in our mind. The teacher
said that we are good; nevertheless, they are super. By the way, what is
the favour they asked you?"
"We still don't know; however you deserve what you like."
"Anything?"
"Yes, my beautiful littler boy; anything that I can provide." He
thought for a moment, and then said:
"Can I sleep with you next time Frankie is not here?" I grinned
because I knew what he wanted.
"Yes, if mom agrees to it."
"What's about next Saturday?" I had my arms round his shoulders and
squeezed them; I looked into his lovely eyes.
"Okay. Next Saturday." We spent nights and days together; we worked
hard and our project progressed at our entire satisfaction. The boys were
glad when Saturday evening we had got rid of our home works. The twins
played guitar every night for a minimum of an hour, however, that was not a
work, but an enjoyment for them. The following day was Sunday and New Year
eve, so Frankie returned home since the next day all the family, including
Margaret and Frank, would welcome the New Year; the year we would enter
into puberty and converted in teenagers! Before he left, we went upstairs
to my room, and kissed tenderly.
"John, it is hard to leave you."
"Frankie, it is only a few hours, besides we must comply with what
we promised. He left. Francis asked whether he could sleep with me, my
sister consented, but advising him that he would accept when Joan also
asked for it. After dinner, he brought his lute and we went to my room. We
stripped to underwear and sat on the bed; he tried to teach me how to play
it. Soon we were tired. We got rid of our underwear and we went under the
covers. I loved feeling his beautiful eyes in front of me; he still had
that lovely silky sandy hair, however his eyes now were green with large
lashes that made me to quiver when he was near me. I could not resist the
temptation and kissed him tenderly on his soft and thick lips. I tried not
to convert those moments in sexy ones, however, as soon as he felt my lips
on his, his tongue parted my teeth and we started kissing passionately.
"Please, Uncle John, fuck me. I want you inside me, you are so
tender and it feels so good..." I kissed him gently on the tip of his nose.
"Francis, I love you too much; you should not ask me that."
"I ask you for it because I know you love me. I would never ask if
I knew you didn't." How could I resist that argument?
"Okay, but I want you to enjoy something before." He grinned
because he guessed what was next. I started by his ears a full special
blowjob. When I finally returned to his jerking dick, he was moaning and
close to his first dry orgasm of that night. I sucked it eagerly; he then
mumbling said:
"I, I, want to suck you." I was very near of my climax. I embraced
him and turned around so he was now on top of me. Soon I felt his lovely
lips round my thick dickhead. "It is much bigger than when you went to
school." I grinned, hardly taking his full package into my mouth. Soon I
noticed he could not breathe, I arched my hips and near gagged him as a
lovely orgasm hit my body. I sucked him even harder, he moaned and pushed
down his crotch smashing my nose; he then fell with his head between my
legs gasping for air. I turned around and took him between my arms, his
beautiful head on my right shoulder. I kissed and kissed him while he
recovered. He raised his head and kissed my lips slowly and tenderly. I
could not help but I hugged him very tight to my chest. He murmured "I love
you Uncle John; I'll never stop loving you." I kissed his hair and his
face.
"I love you, too. You know you are my favourite, don't you?" He
grinned satisfied and sighed; then gave me a peck on the lips.
"I know, because of that I always ask you because I know you will
never say no to me." I laughed, teased him with ticklish round his lovely
armpits. He started laughing with that musical voice of him that got me to
heaven. I truly loved my nephew, I was in his hands and he knew it;
fortunately he never used that powerful weapon against me.
"I love you my beautiful imp and I'll always love you, too. I will
do whatever you ask me. You are right; I won't ever be able to deny you."
He grinned wickedly, took my near erected dick in his hand.
"In that case, you are my slave and want you to fuck me." I smirked.
"How would you like it?"
"I'll leave you the lead." I extended my hand and took the oil from
the nightstand. I introduced my forefinger into the wide bottleneck that
appeared covered with the thick liquid. I positioned him as in a 69 and
finger-fucked him. He moaned when I touched the sweet spot within his
ass. "I'll coat your dick." My cock was hard, he poured some oil and with
his right hand, he masturbated me slowly. I returned the bottle to my
drawer and started kissing and sucking his nipples. He was a hot boy; soon
he started gasping as I licked and flicked his tummy. When I thought he was
ready, I said:
"Now sit on my dick with your back to me." He eagerly did it
immediately guiding my cock with his left hand, his right on my thigh for
balance. In a single slow push, he impaled himself. He remained quiet for a
minute adjusting to the new size; he placed his left hand on my thigh; I
place my hands round his chest and helped him to fuck. He started up and
down and soon he was moaning, especially whenever my dickhead touched the
sweet spot. I noticed he was near his orgasm because I was too. With some
difficulty, I said, "Stop for a moment and turn around so I can see you."
He reluctantly did, but argued:
"I, I, I'm near to cum and..."
"It will be greater, trust me." He obeyed and I watched that
gorgeous sweaty face in front of me. I dragged him hard to my chest and I
kissed him tenderly on the lips. My dick near got out from his butt, only
the head was inside his guts. We kissed now passionately, his long hair on
my cheeks. He instinctively started moving up and down, rubbing his hard
dick against my belly. He increased the pace as he was approaching his
climax. I rubbed his back, his chest and mostly his butt cheeks. Stimulated
in both sides he was gasping and moaning in pleasure; I helped him and
suddenly I could not resist anymore my orgasm. I felt his little body
getting rigid, he and I stopped breathing and I hugged him very, very tight
to me as both exploded in our dry orgasms. He fell as abandoned, exhausted
on top of me; both breathing heavily. He murmured in a whisper:
"I love you, John. I'll never stop loving you." I kissed his hair;
extended my hand and dragged the covers. He was already asleep. I slid him
softly to his left side; I hugged him tenderly as my dick came out from his
butt. A few minutes later, I was as asleep as he was. I woke up eight hours
later, at dawn; approximately the time we used to get up in the school. My
little angel was hard sleep in the same position with a lovely smile on his
lips; however he was not fully on his side, but near on his back. His
beautiful long hair parted covering his ears. I slid my hand along his
smooth chest and belly until I touched his dick that was erect. Carefully I
uncovered him; it was warm in my room, so I did not fear he might wake up
with the cold temperature. In the dim light, I could see his hard lovely
sausage and his little nuts hanging delicately to his butt. I could see the
tip of his dickhead showing thru the foreskin. That view got me hard and I
could not help but I placed my tongue carefully on it, and teased the head
with the tip. He moaned in his dream as a wonderful smiled appeared on his
face. With my lips, I forced slowly the foreskin down, and softly I started
sucking his tender and smooth dickhead. I deepened my sucking engulfing
totally his dick.
Instinctively my right hand went to my dick and I started jerking off as I
sucked him. I heard moans and I felt his hands on top of my head pushing
down my face to engulf entirely him. He opened his lovely eyes and murmured
"Please, don't stop. It is so, so good... Please lye near me." I took now
his lose ball sack on my mouth and sucked it; his left hand pulled mine
away from my dick and he looked after it. I ignored any care and with
passion, I sucked him eagerly. A few minutes later, I could not avoid my
body getting rigid as he arched up his hips trying to get deeper and deeper
in my mouth. We exploded near at the same time in a lovely dry orgasm with
a muffled groan. I continued sucking him until I felt his cock started
getting flaccid. He motioned me to his side; he put his arms round my neck
and kissed me tenderly once more. "I love you, John. I love you very, very
much."
"I love you, sweet heart." He smiled and closed his large eyes. A
couple of minutes later he was asleep again. I thought that I had to get up
only an hour later, since I could not eliminate the custom of getting up
early, so I did not want to wake him up. I got into the other bed and a few
minutes later, I was asleep. Near two hours later, I got up; had a quick
shower, and dressed in pyjama, went to the kitchen to have some
breakfast. I put extra wood on the fire and started reading a new book
about Finance as recommended the librarian of the school. Dad and mom came
down and found me there, as every morning.
"Son, can't you get used to sleep later?"
"I can't, mom." They went to make their chores and helped in what
they wanted me. Francis got up near 10:00. He came down with his scrambled
hair and sat on my lap; he looked around, and not seeing any one in sight,
he placed a loving and gentle kiss on my lips.
"Thanks John for the wonderful night and the better morning." He
kissed me again and I hugged him. He then went to the kitchen to make
himself breakfast, after finishing, he ran to his house.
Frankie, the twins and the girls arrived after lunch to prepare the living
and dining rooms as a whole room for the night. It was a memorable night,
as the previous year. We prepared the grapes and we ate them with the sound
of the bell announcing the end of the year. Kisses, hugs and best wishes
were expressed, without caring who was present. A few minutes after
midnight, the phone rang; it was James and Martin.
"Best wishes and a great hug for all of you, especially for you and
Frankie." The modulated and beautiful Martin's voice said. He continued:
"We are at home and James is on the other receiver." James repeated the
congratulations, then slowing his voiced he added: "John, we are enjoying a
lovely honeymoon." I blushed, thinking on them.
"Congratulation! Frankie's here." We talked for a few minutes and
said goodbye. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again. This time was
the call that everybody was waiting for. Jim, Margarita, Françoise and
Charlie were there. You can imagine how tears came down on both sides of
the line. Finally, Joan took the receiver to hear Charlie.
"Joan, Joan, I love you; I have missed you. I would like to be
there..." He slowed his voice. "I want to kiss you on the lips, my pretty
friend. I love you."
"I love you, too. Charlie. Please do not say it because I will start
sobbing. Please kiss your new mom for me. Will you?"
"I'll do it right now, but I, I'm sobbing, Joan. I'm sorry; all the
best." He scarcely could mutter. Joan left the receiver and ran to my
room. I thought to go behind him, but I knew how he felt; he was a little
boy, but he knew what love was with his best friend. Days elapsed and we
spent them together with the twins and Francis riding the bikes and playing
soccer. Normally during the morning, we read and heard music while the
twins worked on their guitars. We went to the mass but we did not see the
girls. On January 4th, dad, mom, my sister, her children, Francis and Joan
went to the city, mostly to buy presents for the coming Mage Kings' day. As
Frankie and I were reading, the twins came in.
"We think you owe us a favour." Manuel said. I had forgotten my
promise; Frankie smiled.
"We are ready to fill our promise; isn't true John?"
"Yes, we are." Louis looked at us wickedly.
"In that case, let's go." We left the books and followed them to
the barn; however, they did not use the main gate, but went to the back the
old building and entered thru a little back door, closing it behind. "My
elder sister is always trying to find out what's going on between Manuel
and me. She is sort of gossiper." I grinned. He lifted the entrance to the
cave and immediately I guessed my promise. He lighted the miner lamp and a
lovely white bluish light filled the room. He closed the tramp and I could
see the cave had improved. It was clean and tidy and a bed was ready with
three old blankets, probably prepared that morning. We did not need words;
Frankie took Louis from behind and started kissing and mutually undressing.
Manuel extended his strong arms round my neck and kissed me on the lips
passionately. He then said:
"John, we want a little fun and you fuck us before you go to the
school again." I said nothing, he started stripping but I stopped him.
"Manuel, I like doing it myself. Please sit down and raise your
knees." He did and I saw the contrast of his white thighs against the tan
of his nude knees; that vision got me hard. I slid my hands under his buggy
short trousers rubbing slowly his lovely flesh. He moaned, stretched his
legs and placed his hands back for support. I reached his crotch and took
in my hands his package, only separated by the fabric. I retrieved my left
hand and unbuttoned his shorts; he raised his ass and I dragged his
trousers and underwear to his knees. The glorious view of his erected dick
popped out into sight; I could not help but I wrapped it with my hand
squeezing it. He moaned in pleasure. "Let's undress." We stripped each
other and started doing him a special treatment, beginning from his ears
lobes. When I arrived to his dick, I could observe how it has grown; it was
bigger than mine was. I could see a few tiny pubes on its base. I thought
he might be very close to his first ejaculation. I could not resist and I
took it into my mouth. He was rubbing my hair and my back.
"Please John, I'm very close and I would like to suck you, too." I
left my blowjob and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. The twins were
not pretty boys as Frankie or Francis, but his freckles, red hair and his
brown large eyes were something that probably would make mad many
girls. Now near their puberty, they were desirable and lovely. I was close,
too, and probably a few minutes more kissing and grinding our crotches
would have produced the same results; however I wanted to please him; so,
we got into a 69 position and we sucked each other as Louis and Frankie
were doing. Soon he arched his hips as I pushed down and we reached that
lovely orgasm. I recovered my original position near him and rubbed his
smooth face. "Now I want you to fuck me. Your dick has grown a lot and I
want to feel it inside me, besides, it is lovely watching how Louis is also
fucked." We grinned.
"Okay. I like to watch you and you watch me, however, we'll do it a
little bit differently." He took some oil and spread it on my dick. "I
suppose I don't need to lubricate your butt."
"No, you don't. It is enough with you. I'm used to Louis and he has
a thicker tool." We smiled, but it was true. Probably the length was very
much the same, but not the diameter. I lay on my back on the blanket and I
motioned him to impale himself but with his back to me. He sat slowly on my
dick and in a single push, I went all the way into him. He started moaning
as my dick reached his sweet point. "It is lovely John, but I want to see
and kiss you."
"Turn around." I muttered; he did and now he was straddling me, his
knees bent and sat on my dick. His cock was hard and pointing to my
face. He bent over and we kissed for a few minutes, his dick rubbing
against my tummy. We were close to our orgasm, so I stopped for a while
until we recovered our breathing and cooled down. "Now Manuel, we will
exchange position." He raised himself and I heard the classical "flop" as
my hard dick came out from his ass. He was lying on his back; I raised his
knees to his chest, extended his legs and I took his dickhead in my mouth
sucking it eagerly. I felt his hands on my head and his moans as his lust
increased, wiggling his head to each side on the bed. I knew he was close
to come as I was, but I wanted to prolong that as much as possible; I
wanted he kept a good memory of that day. As he was, I left his dick that
was jerking in anticipation and I inserted my dick in his butt; he was now
very close.
"John, please; don't tease me any more; fuck me hard until the
end. I can't bear it." I obeyed. I placed my left hand on his chest for
support, I kissed him for a minute and then I started fucking him. I took
his dick in my right hand and I became thrusting him. As our lust rose, I
increase the pace of my thrusts and my jerks to his dick. Suddenly I
noticed how his bowels pressed my dick inside his butt; he held his
breathing raising his hips as I felt that tremendous orgasm. I totally
pushed into him and I was amused and surprised as I heard a groan followed
by a shot of clear white liquid from his dick that landed on his belly
button. A couple more followed that dribbled along my fist, still gripped
round his jerking dick. He had his eyes closed in ecstasies, though he
ignored what had happened. When I recovered my breathing, I bent and kissed
him tenderly on the lips, and then I smiled.
"Congratulations Manuel! You are a man! Louis had had his orgasm,
too, and Frankie was kissing him and telling the same words." Manuel with
tears in his eyes extended his lovely arms and we kissed; then I showed him
my fist and he licked it until it was clean. He rubbed his belly and crotch
and took the reminder of his first semen to his mouth. However, the best
part was when Louis raised himself from Frankie and came to his cousin;
they hugged very tight and kissed for a long time.
"I love you Louis, I love you with all my heart." Louis looked into
his cousin eyes, kissed them and tenderly answered him.
"I love you, too, Manuel. No one could love you more than I do."
The emotion overtook us and the four started kissing in a heap, our bodies
now comforted with our lust satisfied. Then Manuel said:
"I want to see it by myself. Can we do it again, John?"
"Yes, but we should wait a few minutes until your balls refill; you
may have the same feeling, but perhaps you would spurt nothing. On the
other hand, from now on, you must take care when you fuck a girl, she could
get pregnant and have a baby from you." He looked into his lover and cousin
face.
"I don't think so. By now we are not fond of girls; I have a lovely
boy to whom to fuck." They locked in a long kiss. I could not resist their
happiness and Frankie and I locked our mouth, too. After near half an hour
of petting and enjoying our mutual love, Louis said:
"I'm hard again. Can we start?" Frankie looked at me.
"Yes, we can. From now on, you should not abuse, three times a day
is correct. That was what a MD teacher secretly told us." Then Manuel said.
"We can change this time; however I would want to be in front of
Louis."
"No problem. We can fuck you from behind. That's nice too."
Therefore, we did. The twins lay on his side in front of each other, and
started kissing and mutually slowly jacking off one another. I raised Louis
right leg and I pushed my slipping dick into him. I placed my right hand on
his hip and the left caressing him. I kissed his neck and started fucking
him. Soon moans started and after some minutes, we were sweating and
fucking them as wild dogs. When I felt our climax was approaching, I
dragged him to me and replaced Manuel's hand on his dick as Frankie did the
same. We wanted not to spoil the semen. Being stimulated in both sides, the
twins entwined the hands, stopped breathing and with a loud grunt they both
started to spurt his lovely clear semen, as before, but in a small amount.
I pulled Louis to my crotch and I pushed my cock up into his bowels as I
reached my new climax. We were exhausted, so we remained for a few minutes
without moving; then Louis and Manuel licked each other's tummy like a
mother kitten and then kissed tenderly, enjoying the taste of their
seeds. We retrieved from their butts with our dicks flaccid.
Chapter 46
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The departure's day arrived a few days later. In order to take a little
advantage, we postponed it to early the day when classes would start, so I
went early to bed and set my alarm clock to 6:00 am. I had just entered
under the covers when the beautiful Joan came in, and without any question
and before I could say anything, he had stripped naked and entered under
the covers. Even if I had wanted I could not say anything to that little
imp, he hugged me and started kissing me gently.
"I love you Uncle John. I'm sad because you are leaving us."
"It won't be very long; in any case you can ask your dad to visit me in the
school."
"I know, but there I can't sleep with you and make things to you."
I chuckle and hugged him to me.
"So you love me only to enjoy and have fun with me." He opened his
eyes wide, his lovely blond hair on his face.
"I love you even if you don't want to make me feel good." He made a
pout. I could not resist and I kissed him round his face, his ears, his
armpits, his navel, and finally I took his little weenie in my mouth and
started sucking him for a while.
"Is this what you want?" He openly smiled.
"Yes, but I also want to sleep with you tonight." Saying that he
planted his lips on mine and started kissing me passionately, he parted my
teeth and forced his tongue inside my mouth. Suddenly he straddled me
continuing kissing; I felt his erected dick rubbing my navel; my dick
started leaking precum and was placed in his crevice. He noticed it there
pushing in. He moaned: "Please Uncle John, put your dick into me." I kissed
him tenderly.
"No Joan, my precious little boy. You are too small for my dick and
I might hurt you. I love you too much."
"But I want it. I don't mind if you hurt my butt." Again, I kissed
him tenderly round his face.
"Joan, I can't. Would you do it to me if you knew would hurt me?"
"Never! I love you, Uncle John." He realised what he was saying, he
grinned and a beautiful grimace came on his lovely face. "But you can make
me feel good with your mouth." I did not say anything. I dragged him to
me. He understood, raised himself and placed his hand on the bed's
headboard. His little erected dick was now rubbing my chin; therefore, I
took his whole package into my mouth and started sucking him. Soon he was
gasping and moaning; I felt his first dry orgasm as he pushed up his lovely
cock up to my palate. I could not help my right hand started jacking my
dick off. My left one wandered his back, his hair, and his neck. Again, I
felt how he pushed hard into my mouth as he again had a new dry orgasm.
I was close to mine, but he paused and scooted down to my chest, so his
dick left my mouth and I felt it on my crotch. He started kissing me and I
near came when my dripping dick touched his butt cheeks. I thought it was
enough, but I was wrong. "It feels so, so good... I want it once more." I
grinned and he resumed his position. I teased his sensitive dickhead and
sucked it eagerly. He moaned loudly as I raised my hips with my orgasm as
he also reached his climax. He was sweating; he scooted a little bit down
and fell on top of me; his beautiful face locked to mine. We remained for a
few minutes quiet and soon I realised he was deeply asleep. I kissed him on
the forehead; dressed him in his underwear and tucked him in my bed. "What
a beautiful little boy he is!" I thought.
I went to the bathroom to clean my dick and wash a little my face. I
returned to my room and I heard some conversation downstairs. I was naked
and I thought to sleep on the other bed, otherwise I would wake him up in
the morning or during the night. I was just separating the covers when I
heard a soft knock on the door. It opened and I saw in the doorway the most
beautiful boy I had ever seen: Francis. The room illuminated as if an angel
had entered. I turned around and my dick immediately started getting
hard. I extended my arms to him as he ran and jumped on my arms.
"I love you John." I felt his tears on my chest, I raised his
beautiful chin and I kissed him on the lips. I knew what he was feeling and
what he wanted. I stripped him down and there, near the bed, I took his
lovely dick in my mouth and I started loving him eagerly desperately as
there was not tomorrow. He moaned, his hands on my head pushing it to his
crotch. In a few minutes, his knees buckled as he reached his first
orgasm. He felt on top of my shoulders gasping for air. I took him on my
arms and still not recovered, I placed him on the bed. I lay beside him and
started kissing him tenderly. I wanted him near me. I was harder than ever
and I needed a release, but as it happened many times with Frankie, I
preferred not to move, I wanted the love to the sex. However, those were my
intentions, but not his. After a few minutes, his young body had recovered.
"I could not leave this night without being with you; so it has
been wonderful when Joan had not returned, giving me the opportunity to
come." I kissed him on the lips softly.
"You did perfect my beautiful love. I love you too much and I have
been thinking on you; but you are here now and I want to please you."
"Please, John, I want you to fuck my ass. I am already prepared, so
you do not need to lube your dick. I want you entirely as you are." Saying
this, he kissed me. He raised himself, gave me his back and uncovered
me. He took my hard dick with his left hand and guided it to his butt. I
was covered with a layer of precum; my penis went entirely inside him with
a single slow push. He moaned in delight as he pumped himself in and out of
my dick. I scarcely could remain quiet; he turned around and our mouths
locked in a long kiss. I took his dick in my right hand as he moved up and
own. A few thrust more and I felt my orgasm rising from my toes to the tip
of my dick. I raised my hips and pushed my cock as far as I could into
him. Being stimulated on both sides, he got rigid as he also reached his
climax. He fell on top of me with a loud groan. I caressed his back and his
lovely hair. When we recovered, we smiled and kissed tenderly.
"I love you Francis. I'll miss you very much." We remained during a
few minutes until my dick again came into life. "I like to make you an
especial, since it will last until I return on summer."
"It will be very long, but I'll wait until you come." We kissed and
I started making him a slow and especial blow and fucking job. I started
from his ears, sucking and licking his beautiful nubs, buttonhole,
crotch... until I returned to his lovely dick. Several times, I had to stop
because he was near to come. Finally, I raised his leg to his chest and I
inserted my long dick into him. I shoved it into him, thrusting my cock and
stroking him at the same time. We reached a strong climax with a grunt that
sounded to me as angel voice. I fell on top of him exhausted, sliding to
his side. When I recovered, I continued kissing him tenderly round that
lovely face. I felt his dick and mine, how they softened and coming out
from his butt. Embraced as we were, I thought I might get asleep, however
looking at my beautiful nephew he had entered in the realm of the dreams. I
slid out of the bed and washed myself in the bathroom. I took some soft
paper and I cleaned his ass of my juices and a possible juice leakage. I
took him on my arms and tucked with his brother in my bed. I entered under
the covers of the other bed; a few minutes later, I heard someone peeking
thru the door, it was my sister Rosemary.
"I should have supposed they would sleep here."
"It does not matter," mom said, "John loves very much your sons. He
would have missed them, anyway." They closed the door and I drifted to
sleep.
Before the alarm clock started, I stopped it. I got up, had a quick shower,
dressed and gave a kiss to my angels. I could not help a blur on my eyes as
I closed the door behind me carrying me suitcase. I had breakfast, and
after kissing mom with some tears, we left. We picked up Frankie and his
dad and boarded the train. A taxi took us to the school's main gate; it was
8:00 am. We said goodbye and kissed our dads. In that moment, we were
checking in, we watched a large luxury car with diplomatic plates stops,
descending from it James, Martin, Willy and Pedro. We exploded in
happiness; we hugged and kissed on the cheeks and all together, we checked
in. The porter announced us that there had been some changes; all of us had
been placed in the same raw, right on dorm one. We cheered up and the whole
team entered and occupied our places. We left everything and went to the
dinning room to have breakfast; the other boys had not had anything. We
could see the love leaking out of the two couples. Once we settled down,
the classes started and we resumed our activities. We presented our works
and all had good ideas. We continued enjoying our mutual loves in the
library, especially on Saturday. I liked the changes we agreed, that gave
us the opportunity to kiss, suck, and eventually fuck differently. After a
couple of months, father Angel came to us:
"Good job boys. If we succeed, that would be the trip. However, I
must tell you something. There is a hard competition between Opus and
JJ. We have to recognize they have good people. However, for political
reasons, we must beat them. That will be our goal. If we beat them, the
Company will provide you with this trip, even if we do not reach the
final. This information is confidential and I expect no one out of us will
know it." We kept silence for a moment, and then Martin asked.
"When do you expect we'll meet them?"
"I trust on you; and I'm sure it will be in quarter final the
earlier, and would be in three months time, that means early May and on
Friday afternoon TV cast."
Father John took me apart from my elbow; I was a little bit surprised but
he immediately grinned; it was nothing important; then he said:
"John, let's go for a walk." When we were outside, we walked to the
sport field, near the soccer's place. Then he said, "I provided your
financial information to my father and he said he had fantastic
results. Could you continue doing it?" As I did not answer immediately, he
added something that I had not realised: "He is ready to pay you a
commission on the net earnings; however this must be a secret between you
and us." I quickly thought about the money, and about what I could do.
"How would your father pay me?"
"Well, since you are too young, he can either pay to your father or
to place the money in a special account for your disposal after you are
eighteen." Businesses were new to me, but my brains were rushing
thinking. I asked him:
"Which would be the percentage?" He was shocked with my question
and grinned.
"Ten per cent on net earnings."
"Fifteen." I said. I knew that was the commission for Agents in the
Stock of Exchange. He thought for a moment, and then answered:
"Alright, but I must have consultation with him."
"If he accepts, the money will go into a close account in
Switzerland, where I cannot get it, but I can give orders about how to
invest my money."
"I don't think there will be any problem." I smiled to him and we
shook hands. It was my first business! I thought.
"Alright; bring me the most recent "Financial Times" and I'll tell
you what to buy and time of keeping." We are going thru an excellent
moment." I returned to where my friends were and he went to his classes.
From that day, every three weeks brought me the paper and I gave him the
instructions to follow. However, Frankie was not silly and he knew
something was on, nevertheless he did not mention it, until one night when
we were near our beds.
"I suppose you are questioning yourself what is father Angel about
with me." He glanced at me but said nothing; so I continued. "Do you
remember what you have said to me about your dreams about brains, veins,
hearts, etc.?" He grinned.
"I can't see the connexion between my dreams and the priest; except
what our dicks are concerned." He paused. "On the other hand, I trust you
and I was expecting you would tell me all about anytime."
"I told you I also have dreams about finance; well, that is all
about. I'm building our future." Let us sleep; tomorrow we will have a hard
working day. I'll tell you in detail in due time." I kissed him a peck and
went under the cover; I heard him murmuring.
"Finance! You are mad, but I love you."
We worked hard and were confidents. The first rounds of the Contest started
on March, first within the same province, then regional. At the beginning,
it was easy and we had not any strong opponents. The real competition
started when we appeared on TV. As before, matches were one-off, so we went
and came back on the same day, always by train. As father Angel had
foreseen, in quarter final, there were two groups of four schools. Our
group was formed by another school from JJ Company in Extremadura; a public
school from Madrid; Opus from Pamplona and ourselves. Since the rules were
that school from the same Company would not meet before semi-finals, we
coupled with Madrid and our colleagues from Extremadura with Opus.
Due to political reasons, the authorities established the contest radioed
to the whole country. Quarterfinal, semi-final and final would be on TV
directly broadcasted on Saturday afternoon, time of maximum audience for
children. In those times, there were only two TV channels, both ruled by
the Government. As we advanced, we received many letters from our fans in
other schools supporting us. One single match per week in the TV Studios
resolved quarterfinals. Unfortunately, Opus beat our colleagues and we
beat Madrid. The other two semi-finalists were a school of girls from Avila
and other of boys' public school from Barcelona.
I remember that during those months, the school clustered us as monks in an
abbey, mostly in the library that was open only for us. We almost forgot
sex, only light kisses; up to the point that some of us near wetted the
sheets, therefore, we agreed to establish a release every two days. The
day of the semi-final arrived, and the team, lead by father Angel,
travelled to Madrid; we would meet Opus from Pamplona. As usual, TV
announced the event the previous days, on the midday and evening news
bulletin. TV authorities were very happy and glad, because audience had
greatly increased, especially with young watchers.
We arrived to the TV Studios, and went into a large room. The director of
the program repeated the rules to us; and how they expected we would behave
as educated young persons that we were. He said that millions of persons
were watching us and we must show how proud of our country we were. That
sounded me unpleasant because I knew that was political; however, we were
boys and we had to obey rules. We knew that all schools in Spain were
following the contest. We had thousands of fans and received many letters
that we could not read. In our village, Mr. Hermann had bought a large TV
set and installed in the church.
The program started with the Studio full of boys and girls as guests, all
from Madrid. We had agreed that there was not one single spoke-boy in our
group, but every one would answer according to his specialisation. We agree
that Frankie would answer chemistry and Physic, and I would Maths, as the
most difficult matters. As in the previous match, we sat on two desks; in
front of us were our "enemies", and the TV large cameras, which were
directly transmitting the event.
The match started with series of questions. They did not fail, as we also
did not. However, in maths, the speaker read a difficult problem of algebra
that must be answered the soonest as possible. The large studio was in
absolute silence. I closed the eyes and concentrated; I watched in my mind
numbers and equations dancing round me and fitting into a great puzzled; I
answered the result without using the pencil.
"Correct!!!" A great and warm applause came from the boys and girls
sat in the large room. We grinned. In his turn the Opus near failed because
they used their whole time, and the answer came in the last second.
"Correct!!!" Then the speaker added said. "However, if this were a
boxing match you would have lost by points." Only a few applauses came from
the public. That was a benefit for us because we appeared more
confident. The two teams answered correct all the following questions;
therefore, we went to a tiebreak with single questions to each team. The
Jury provided to the speaker with an envelope with the questions; he
addressed to Opus's boys explaining that if they failed, we could answer;
and vice versa. So opened the envelope and read:
"Everybody knows that Mexico was conquered by Hernan Cortes with
about 700 men and a few ships that he burned down on the beach before
starting the fight. With those few troops, he conquered a large
kingdom. Apart of the help he received from some tribal people, there was a
person with him that was decisive to reach the conquest. Please, let's know
the name of this person and the reasons used to help Cortes." We saw the
doubt in them, however Martin was grinning. The Opus' 14 y/o boy in charge
to answer said:
"The person was Don Pedro de Alvarado; reason his ascension on the
troops."
"It is not correct!!!" A murmur expanded thru the public of the
Studio. "It is your turn, St. Mary." Martin slowly raised and the camera
focused on him, he proudly grinned and speaking slowly with his lovely and
modulated voice said:
"The person was Marina, as she's known in the Spanish History; and
the reason: she fell in love with Hernan Cortes. I'm a direct descendant
from her son Martin."
"Correct!!!" Applauses came from the public assisting in the
studio. In my heart, I heard them from the whole Spain. We hugged
Martin. After some minutes of publicity, and after calling everybody to
calm down, the speaker, with the microphone on hand focusing on us, placed
his arm round my shoulders:
"This is our math man, John Mora. What do you think about this
semi-final?" Without hesitance, I answered:
"They are very good, but we are better than them; we have gained
fair and square." He did not want to insist, since what he pretended was
publicity for the next semi-final, due the following week.
"What do you think about the next semi-final?" He asked me.
"Both teams are very, very good; however, I think the girls will
win."
"Do the rest of your colleagues share this opinion?"
"No. Four yes, two no. I personally believe and wish that the girls
win. They deserve it."
"Okay John. Thanks for your opinion." He then announced the other
semi-final for the following week and in four weeks time the great
final. The program closed down, but we continued for a long time hugging
and enjoying our victory. Father Angel came to us; he hugged us with
emotion; this meant a lot for him at the eyes of the Company.
"That was great! You must get ready to travel to Europe, boys." For
the firs time, I noticed that father Angel had his eyes blurred. The Jury
congratulated us wishing to see us in one-month time. We returned to the
Hotel in the centre of the big city full of euphoria. A crowd of boys and
girls received us in the hall. We were heroes for many boys and girls of
all ages. We received cables from all parts of the country and a special
one from the General Director of the JJ in Spain, telling us how proud he
felt about our school and us. Then I took father Angel apart.
"Please father, we need a little bit of freedom tonight to enjoy
our success. Can we have it?" He grinned wickedly.
"If you promise me not to be too noisy..."
"I promise."
"I hope you will enjoy. Tomorrow we'll have a trip round Madrid,
and on Monday, we'll travel back home." I thought about our trip and an
idea came to me:
"Father Angel, I would like to ask you for a favour, if we win the
final."
"What is it?"
"As you have seen the plans, we would visit Paris..." He
interrupted me.
"We'll be in Paris whether we are champions or not." I grinned.
"Thanks. However, I would like to stay in the Hotel Champs Elysees
coinciding with a weekend. That is my favour."
"It is granted, if there are rooms available for all." I chuckled
satisfied.
"There will be, don't worry." As he gazed me with a question, I
continued: "The owner is a friend of us."
End of Part V