Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2009 17:40:22 -0800 (PST) From: d ap <dap_cl@yahoo.com> Subject: four friends (10) The last chapter Four Friends -- Chapter Ten: The end of the rite. Words of Doc: this is the last chapter I send to Nifty Archives. Many Thanks to David Clark, my editor and Translator, without his assistance, this story could be a real disaster. Also to JJ. Many thanks to those readers who sent me his comments. Thanks to Nifty Archives: Your site is AWESOME!!! Los saludo a todos cordialmente, Doc *** This is the next part of the story of Marcelo and Camilo. For the record, I shall repeat the usual warning: this is a story about homosexual relationships between boys, and there's more of the incest theme in this chapter, too. If you're too young to read this, or if it's illegal for you to do so because of the law where you live, stop right here and go and find something else to do instead. Oh, and as you know, condoms are good and drugs are best used very carefully (or not at all!). And, just in case you weren't sure, this is entirely a work of fiction. OK, here we go again: Eventually we collapsed into a pile of exhausted boys, our bodies glistening with sweat, breathing heavily and almost blue in the face from our exertions. I hugged Camilo and he hugged me back, Danilo and Gio embraced, and then we all put our arms round each other. Danilo kissed his brother on the lips and whispered, "Thanks, C." "Thank you, D." Danilo's butt was leaking juices a bit, and so was mine, and unfortunately in my case they emerged with a loud fart. Everyone laughed, and although I found it embarrassing I tried to laugh it off, too. "Sorry, guys," I said. "Just a small one there." It was after midnight, and time for us to sleep -- we were all really tired. We took a quick bath to clean ourselves up a bit -- body cavities included -- and then all grabbed something to wear in bed, even if what we grabbed didn't actually belong to us. The bed was huge, but with four of us it was still a tight squeeze - though we were relaxed and happy that we could exchange little hugs and cuddles. Danilo, of course, wickedly made use of every movement to grind his butt against our crotches, wreaking havoc with our dicks. But gradually we all dropped off -- first Gio, then Danilo, and finally Camilo and I, who gave each other a final kiss and cuddle before we fell asleep. I woke up with a strange feeling flooding through me, and when I looked down I found Danilo eagerly sucking my dick. "What are you playing at, you little sod?" I asked. "I'm sucking you - isn't it obvious? And now I want you to fuck me, and then `Yovani' can have a go," replied the little horndog. So with no messing about I got straight to it, moving my penis close to his hole. Danilo opened his legs and it was really easy for me to sink my shaft into his tunnel, which was warm, slippery and wet. I got it all the way in quite easily. "Oooooooooopppsssggghhhh !" he gasped. "That's gooooooooooddd !!'' This woke the others up, and they hugged each other and joined in: Camilo moved behind me, grabbed my butt, pushed my cheeks open and sank his tongue into my hole, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. Gio pushed his hips into Danilo's face, and Danilo went after his penis enthusiastically. And we were off again: clearly Danilo hadn't had enough just yet: he wanted his `sacrifice' all over again. I rocked back and forward, going deeper into him, in and out, meeting no resistance. Instead Danilo thrust himself backwards against me to impale himself yet further. "Oh, -- Oh, -- Oh, -- Oh, -- Oh," squealed Danilo. Camilo's tongue licked my anus firmly, almost forcing its way into me. "Oh, God, you've got a great ass," he said, licking hard. "What a brilliant blow-job!" gasped Gio, his penis in Danilo's mouth. The tightness of the tunnel around my shaft, Camilo's tongue almost penetrating me, and the lustful cries of Gio and the others finally pushed me over the edge, and I gave a long, drawn-out, almost insane scream. I collapsed against Gio, squashing him as my seed spurted out into Danilo's rectum. As I pressed against them I forced Gio's body right against Danilo's, and his dick went fully into Danilo's mouth and beyond. Danilo gagged as that great length and breadth invaded his throat. In unbridled lust I grabbed the back of Danilo's neck and rammed his head against Gio's hips, forcing the penis even deeper into his mouth. "Open your mouth, Danilo," I instructed. He did, and stopped gagging, and then he bravely took the whole length into his mouth once more. Then everyone changed position around me. Gio moved away, and now it was Camilo's arms around me, and Danilo's back end, that had given me such a fantastic orgasm, was now disappearing beneath Gio. Danilo spread his legs and raised his butt and Gio began to penetrate him. Seeing that monster organ starting to disappear into Danilo I could barely repress a squeal of alarm, but Danilo just opened his lips into a soundless `o' as he was entered, not brutally, but steadily, all the same. Each thrust seemed to drive the air from Danilo's lungs. Camilo, worried about his brother and the way his ring was being stretched to the uttermost, moved as if to put a stop to it, but Danilo waved him back. "No!... Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh!!..." Each gasp came at the same time as Gio's thrusts. And then Danilo started to ejaculate. Gio kept fucking him for a minute or so more, and then his face contorted and he closed his eyes as he bathed Danilo's innards with his juices, adding them to mine and Camilo's in the cocktail-shaker that Danilo's ass had become. Camilo and I just stared: I was absolutely astounded, and I reckon Camilo felt the same way. "God, my brother is such a little queer," he breathed. "I guess we all are, Camilo," I replied, watching as the other two continued to move against each other, but gently and tenderly now, the wildness having gone and been replaced with the softness of the kiss that Gio was planting on Danilo's back. They collapsed onto the bed together, leaking juices, kissing and cuddling each other. And once their passionate kiss finally ended they just gazed at each other as if nobody else was in the room. "Oh, God, I love you, kid." "I love you too, Eyetie." "I'm not Italian, I'm Swiss." "Okay, in that case I love you, Swiss." "I love you, gringo," said Camilo to me, inspired by this. "I love you, Chilean," I replied. They kissed each other and so did we, and then we all kissed each other, fighting to reach each other's mouths. We kissed, slurped, nibbled and caressed each other. *** "Yes, some aspirin -- and a tube of Hipoglos, too, please," I added. "That's the best stuff to use for sunburn, rashes and sore skin, isn't it?" The pharmacist at Llolleo liked the sound of his own voice and it was hard to get a word in, but I persevered. "Do you know how to use this stuff, young man?" he asked. "Start at the outside of the sunburnt area and work your way towards the centre -- yes, out to in. Me, I never use those sunscreen creams or solar filters or any of that other useless shit, I justusethiscreamtopreventsunburnandprotectagainstultravioletradiation..." I just tuned him out, laughed and said "yes" a couple of times when it seemed appropriate. *** "Hey, D, bend over, drop your trousers, spread your legs and open your crack, you little tart!" Camilo ordered his little brother in a less than tender way. "Shit -- again?" replied Danilo. "Stop messing about, kiddo -- your ass must be hurting like hell," snapped his brother. And Danilo meekly removed his trousers and boxers and lay on the bed, showing us his hole, which had been penetrated by all of us, most recently by the largest of us. "Hey, C, let me do that," said Gio. "I'm the one who damaged his little ass, so I should deal with it." "Get lost! You just want to touch my kid brother's hole again!" Gio can be quite persuasive when he wants to be even without saying anything, and projected his will silently at Camilo. And the fact that he's a good seven kilos heavier than Camilo probably helped his cause, too. In any event, after a few moments Camilo got the message and made way for him, and Gio took the tube of Hipoglos, squeezed a little onto his hand and applied it to Danilo's sore hole, which seemed to be bleeding a little. "Whoa! That's cold!" cried Danilo. "Keep calm, sweetie, it'll be fine," said Gio, gently. He moved closer and hugged Danilo so fervently that Camilo and I realised he was completely sincere in his feelings for Danilo. Camilo and I looked at each other, and we could tell that Danilo and Gio had become close to each other, in the same way that Camilo and I were close. *** Gio proved that day what a good fisherman he was, pulling in a strange-looking but delicious fish as he fished from the edge of the sand. He asked Danilo to help him retrieve the poor fish from the water - probably it was completely unnecessary to get Danilo to help, but Danilo, his eyes shining with pleasure, started to wrestle with the fish, trying to bring it ashore. Camilo looked almost jealous as he watched his brother, not least because so far he himself had caught nothing. After a bit Gio waded out to help, and grabbing the fish by the gills he killed it by twisting its head. The pair of them disembowelled the poor fish fairly quickly, and I noticed with a shudder that Gio kept the liver and a little bile, storing them in a small plastic bag. And then Camilo's fishing-rod bent right over. About fifty metres from the shore we caught a glimpse of a shining silver body jumping in the waves, and my boyfriend started to wrestle with his rod. And now it was Danilo's turn to stare in jealousy: this was clearly a bigger fish than the one he and Gio had just landed. "Marc! Hey, Marc -- what do I do? This is one heavy fish, man!" "Fight it, Cami, fight it! It's only a fish -- you're sure to beat it! Of course, at that moment Danilo's rod bent over alarmingly and the reel began to roar almost as if it was in pain: Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... About sixty metres out another bright silver fish suddenly jumped a good two metres clean out of the water, just so we could all see what we were dealing with. Giovanni and I stared at each other. "It's a school of sierras on their way past," said Gio. So now we began to try to instruct the brothers on how they could each land their fish. I went and stood next to Camilo. "You're going to have to let it run for a bit," I said. "Give him some slack, or he'll bite through the line. That's a sierra -- they've got sharp teeth!" "But..." "Don't argue, just do what I say, or you'll lose it!" I said, authoritatively. "Let yours go for a bit, too, D," said Gio. The boys obeyed us. "Stop!!" Gio and I yelled, simultaneously. "Okay, let it run," I said. "Hit the brake," said Gio. "Reel him in a bit, Cami." "Let him go again." "Hit that brake." "Reel him in!" "Brake!" Let him run!" "Brake!" Reel it in!" After a bit the boys didn't need any more instruction: they worked out how to give a little line, then brake and reel back, over and over again until the fishes were exhausted. And gradually the fishes' struggles subsided and they were pulled closer and closer to the shore. Both brothers' hands were bleeding, cut by the line, but neither seemed to care. Gio and I jumped into the water to help bring them in. The dorsal spines on Cami's fish hurt my arm as I struggled with it, but I didn't let go. After a bit I looked at the shore and saw all three of them staring at me: Gio had killed his fish in about two seconds, whereas it took more than half a minute to get mine pinned down, after which I was able to twist the head and break its spine. It took far too long, but I didn't care. And now Camilo had his prey, and so did his brother. These were fishes that they had caught, and Gio and I were happy to have helped them, honouring our lovers in their catch. It felt magic. I looked at the fish, two beautiful sierras, one ninety centimetres long, the other just over a meter. Both fishermen were exhausted, both physically and mentally, and I found myself wanting to kiss them, not in a sexual way, but just to share their emotion, in which Gio and I had both played a part. Neither boy had ever fished before, and so what they were feeling was completely new to them. They had succeeded far beyond what Gio and I would have thought possible, and so it was our duty to share their emotion with them. We hugged and kissed them, the boys shivering with emotion and now starting to complain about the cuts on their hands brought about by the violent struggles of the fishes. Gio and Danilo stared into each other's eyes and then kissed tenderly for a long time. Camilo and I looked at each other. "They seem to be getting along really well, don't they?" I said. "Looks like it." "Do you think they'll just leave us alone from now on, so that it can be just you and me again?" "With that beautiful ass you've got? No chance!" he replied, laughing and fondling my buttocks. The problem we now had was simply that we had so much fish. But the brothers each brought his own sierra back to the house, while Gio cooked for us the first fish, the one he had caught, using the liver and a little bile and a complicated recipe involving pine seeds and hops -- and it tasted perfect, with just enough edge to the taste. ¡Gracias, David!