Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:18:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: d ap <dap_cl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends (02)

Four Friends -- Chapter Two: The First Time

This is the next part of the story of Marcelo and Camilo.  Once again I
should warn you that this story is about homosexual activities between
boys, so if you are not legally old enough to read it, or if this sort of
story is illegal where you are, please stop now!  I should also point out
that although these boys don't use a condom, I would strongly advise my
readers to use them, especially if you are engaged in casual sex or are
with a partner you don't know well.

The first chapter received a very well reception.  I many thanks to David
Clarke and JJ their assistance.  David Clarke deserves my warmest
acknowledgement.

In this opportunity I want give my thanks to Ron, Joey, Les Reed, Bob,
Bill, Paul, for their enthusiastic comments and encouragements.

Finally my best regards to Nifty Archives webmaster for his patience with
my first chapter and the acceptance of my tale.

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If Camilo found my buttocks fascinating, I was no less interested in his
genitals, which might give you an idea of where this story is going --
though in fact stories like this don't always follow the obvious path...
Anyway, we needed a rest -- well, I needed one, although Camilo didn't seem
in the least bit in need of a break.  Nevertheless, he was patient enough
to wait for me to get my breath back.

Camilo's fantasy might have been my buttocks, but I also had my own ideas
as to what I wanted to try.  We arranged him face down on the bed, next to
me, with his head against my shoulder and his ass in the air, so that I
could see the perfect profile of his round butt.  It was an overwhelmingly
exciting sight.

I slipped downwards, took up position behind him and put my dick between
his cheeks in the classic hotdog position, and as I began to move against
him Camilo spread his legs.  It was what I had been hoping for, but the
wicked boy was going to have to wait a while.

I kissed his neck and then took his ear into my mouth, nibbling on it and
then sticking my tongue into the opening.  "Oooohhh!" he moaned.

I kissed him for a long time, his ear, his face and then his mouth,
capturing his tongue and sucking on it like a sweet piece of candy, while
he got his face as close to mine as he could, silently demanding to be
kissed.

Camilo was mine.

I moved down as far as his shoulders, licking and kissing his skin all the
way, and then onwards and lower, his spine, his hips -- and then his
buttocks.  I squeezed him gently and continued my downward voyage of
exploration until at last my face was against his butt, his beautiful ass.
I slipped my hands between his legs and fondled his balls, and then his
fascinating dick, but all the time my real objective was his hole.  Roughly
I forced his legs wider using my elbows, and once again that hole appeared
before my eyes like a trophy that I could win easily.  I sank my tongue
into his hole, and all Camilo could do was to emit a long sigh:
"Ffffffsssshhjjj!"

I licked it urgently and unrestrainedly, forcing my tongue into his hole as
if it were lined with honey, and his aroma, texture and indeed the mere
sight of his anus were driving me crazy.  He opened to me unreservedly, and
each movement of my tongue made him quiver.  I forced my tongue as far in
as it would go, though this was only a couple of centimetres, and then
started licking madly the entire length of his crack, loving the change of
texture each time my tongue met the wrinkles around his hole.  I simply
adored the way that his entrance, so freely offered to me, pulsed and
twitched with life each time the tip of my tongue came into contact with
it.

I forced his cheeks as far apart as I could, and each time my tongue licked
against his anus Camilo gave a repeated moan: "OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh,
OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh,"

"Camilo, could I... could I please put a finger in there?" I asked,
repeating his question of a few minutes previously.

"Mmmja!" he replied, which I took to mean `Yes'.  There was plenty of my
saliva already on his cheeks and hole, enough to make them shine in the
light... I put the tip of my forefinger against the tiny mouth, which
twitched in a way that seemed clearly to be an invitation to proceed,
rather than a rejection.  Indeed, my finger was made welcome as I advanced
it up to the first joint, slipping it slowly inside him.  The heat of his
insides was scary.  I pulled it back a little and pushed once more, a
little more forcefully, this time going beyond the first joint of my
finger.  Camilo's response was a cry of "auuuch!" which was pretty clearly
an expression of pain.

"Camilo, do you want me to put some lube on it?" I asked.

"Y... yes, please!"

I stood up and ran to my parents' room, looking for my mother's hand cream.
I couldn't find it, but in my sister's room I found some Nivea body lotion.
I ran back to my bedroom and found Camilo exactly as I had left him, face
down with his legs wide apart, so I got back into my previous position,
poured a fair amount of the pleasant-smelling, thick liquid into my hand
and spread it across his crack and around his hole.  It was pretty cold,
and Camilo commented on the fact, loudly.

"Don't worry, I'll soon warm you up," I told him.

My fingers were covered in cream now, so I said, "Is it okay to start
again?"

"Yes, but take it slow," he said.

I put the tip of my forefinger against his hole again, and said, "Try
pushing back this time.  That way you'll be controlling how fast it goes
in, okay?"

He supported himself with his elbows and pushed, hesitantly, and his anus
opened a little, allowing my finger to slip in as far as the first joint,
as before.  We both held still for a few seconds so that he could get used
to it, and then I felt a little tremor and I was able to move my finger
further inside.  And this time there was no complaint, just a gasp of
pleasure: Camilo seemed to have discovered that if he pushed out my finger
could gain entrance without hurting him.  I'd been pretty sure that was the
case.

"Cami, push out as if you were having a shit," I told him.

He did that, and I could feel pressure against my finger trying to expel
me, but I wouldn't cede him a millimetre.  And when he stopped pushing my
finger seemed to be almost sucked further in, right up to the second joint
this time.  And now it did seem to hurt, because Camilo yelled "Aaaahhh!
Get it out, just a bit -- please?"

I withdrew a little, but not all the way: now that I had got this far I was
in no mood to relinquish my prey.  Carefully I pushed it in again, and this
time it sank more easily into his hot, tight tunnel.  Camilo writhed and
made a noise that indicated a level of pleasure that he had not reached
before, so I pushed yet further until it was all the way in, right down to
the root.

"OOOOooooooaaaaaaahhhhh, ooooaaaaaa, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh !"  went Camilo.

I withdrew slowly and felt his body pushing me out, trying to expel the
intruder, so I pushed it in again and got a similar response from Camilo --
"fffffffffsssssshhhhhhhooooouuuuuu!"  The walls of his rectum pulsed with a
life of their own, and the pressure was making Camilo tremble like crazy.

I kept my finger where it was.  The warmth and tightness of his tunnel were
incredible.  I rotated my finger slowly, and this got a definite reaction.

"Oh, fuuuuuuck!  That's fucking amazing, you fag!  Oooooh... Fuck, that's
goooood!"

His swearing just drove me onwards and encouraged me to go further still: I
forced my finger straight in, saying, "Let's explore this delicious cave a
little further, sweet Cami," and for the first time the tip of my finger
found the hard little knot on the other side of the wall.  Camilo shook
violently, almost leaping clean off the bed, and a howl escaped his throat:
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgggggghhhhhhh!!  What did you do to me? That was
incredible!"

I did it again and got the same result.

Now I added my middle finger, and even with two fingers I was able to
penetrate him with virtually no resistance.  On the contrary, he seemed to
welcome the double intruders eagerly.  Once again I started working away
inside him, and each touch on his prostate made him pant and gasp with
pleasure.

"Camilo... could I... that is... may I fuck you?"  I asked.

"Yes!  Oh, God, yes!" he exclaimed, enthusiastically.

I withdrew my fingers, picked up the bottle of lotion and poured a little
onto my dick, which was already starting to leak a little precum.  I took
up position behind him, took hold of myself and tried to find his entrance,
but my eagerness made me clumsy and I couldn't get into the correct place.

"Help me!" I begged, and Camilo reached back, took hold of my slippery
cock, guided it into position against his hole and told me to push.  I
pushed.  There was some resistance, but after adjusting the angle I managed
to get it right and the tip of my penis began to penetrate him.

"Ohhhh!" he gasped.  I pushed a little more, and this time I got the entire
head inside his entrance.  I could feel him opening before me, but there
was still plenty of resistance to overcome, and I knew I had to get past
that before his anus was really all mine.  So I pushed some more until my
shaft was starting to slip inside.

"Stop!" he cried.  "I mean... just... just hold it for a moment!  Please,
Marcelo!"

I stopped moving, giving him a few seconds to get used to it.  I felt him
twitching as he tried to accommodate more of me, and the muscles around his
sphincter tightened.  It felt brilliant, like a small fist closing around
my dick.  I sank a few millimeters further into him; gasping at the same
time as he did.  Maybe the first five centimeters of me were now inside
him, having already conquered a land that didn't want to offer any more
resistance -- and each movement he made allowed me to sink a little further
into him, the first cock ever to penetrate this hitherto unconquered
terrain.

Deeper and deeper I went, slowly, the initial pain steadily being replaced
by pleasure -- not only for me, but apparently for Camilo, too. His grip
tightened on the towels we were lying on, and his hips went on moving, each
movement making it easier for me to advance -- until finally I was
completely inside him.  All the way, man!

There it was, a perfect fit inside him, though I kept pressing against him,
trying to get even further inside.  Camilo twitched a little, though with
my 54 kilos pressing down on him he couldn't move a lot.  I drew back a
little, and he went "Oooooooooppssssjjjjff!", and then I pressed down once
more, and he went "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" -- a prolonged gasp as I nailed him
once more.

"Camilo, is that okay?" I gasped, breathing heavily.

"Oh, God, yes!  Go on, Marce, fuck me -- it's brilliant!  Fuck me, Marce --
good and slow... take it out and push it in again...please..."  It was more
than a simple request: he was absolutely begging me.

I pulled back until it was almost all the way out and then slowly forced it
in again, the walls of his channel seeming almost to suck me into him,
overcoming the resistance of his sphincter and pulling me deep inside his
tunnel of pleasure.

Every thrust seemed to excite Camilo more, his hoarse gasps seeming to grow
with every thrust.  Each time I drew almost all the way out and then forced
it in again, and his pleasure seemed to mount steadily.  I began to speed
up a little, getting steadily faster and faster, and shoving it in harder
every time, until eventually I was fucking him properly, fast and almost
brutally hard.

"Camilo!" I gasped with each thrust.  "Camilo... Camilo... Camilo..."  I
could feel myself getting closer and closer to the abyss, until
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh!" I cried, flooding his insides with my
liquid, lubricating his tunnel even more and shoving as hard as I could in
order to deliver my cream to the innermost part of the cave.  And then I
collapsed on top of him, spent, crushing him beneath my weight.

"Oh, God," breathed Camilo, "that was incredible.  You actually fucked me,
you fag... you amazing, brilliant fag!  Oh, fuck..."

I could feel my dick softening inside him, until it had diminished far
enough for his sphincter to be able to expel it without effort.

I lay on top of him, still breathing heavily, and overwhelmed with the
feeling I'd got fucking my new friend for the first time.

Eventually I rolled off him and looked at his butt.  The hole was closed
once more, but there was a strange mixture of cream, poop and spunk around
it -- and on my softened dick too, I saw, looking at myself.

"Hey, look at this," I said, and he touched his hole, surprised to find
such a mixture around it.

He went to the bathroom and came back with some toilet paper, wiping
himself until he was clean and then handing me the roll.  I took a piece
and cleaned myself up, leaving some unsavory marks on the paper.

"Hey, you pooped on me, you queer!" I laughed, and he laughed with me.  He
looked a little embarrassed, though, an expression which I quickly disposed
of by planting a solid kiss on his lips and then nuzzling at him.

"So, Cami," I asked, "did you like that?"

"Oh, YES!  It was brilliant -- you've got a gorgeous dick, and it felt so
good... it was fantastic!  You really fucked me, Marce!"

I was absolutely exhausted, but I knew that it was Cami's turn now.  It was
pretty obvious that Camilo had thoroughly enjoyed being on the receiving
end of the experience, and that made me keen to find out for myself what it
was like.  It didn't take him long to ask.

His cock was already starting leak a little with slick precum, so I wasn't
at all surprised when he asked, "Marce, may I fuck you?"

He looked at me anxiously.  To be honest, I was a bit worried about what
this was going to feel like, and I forced myself to give him a quick nod
before I could change my mind -- after all, it seemed likely that this was
going to hurt a bit.  But I simply couldn't say no to this beautiful boy,
whose wonderful little braids seemed to be fluttering in some intangible
breeze.  After all, I told myself, Camilo had apparently enjoyed it: maybe
it wouldn't be so bad after all.  So I set my doubts to one side -- after
all, I could always say `Stop' if it hurt too much...

I ducked straight down onto his dick and slipped it into my mouth,
determined to taste the juice of his desire, and I sucked and licked at him
for a few seconds.

Camilo moved the pillow from the head of the bed and put it in the middle,
and it was pretty obvious what he had in mind.  He hugged me gently and put
his mouth against mine, and I happily relaxed in his arms.  I knew he was
going to use lotion, of course, but I was still a little nervous: I really
didn't want to get hurt...

His hand slid down across my chest, paused briefly at my nipples, continued
on past my belly and then took hold of my complete works, balls and all.
My erection returned immediately.

I felt him reach out and heard the glugging nose of the lotion as it poured
from the bottle into his hand.  He let go of me and I watched him tilting
the bottle to pour even more into his hand, a great gloop of the viscous
liquid -- and I knew where that liquid was heading for!  He rolled me over
and forced my thighs apart, and then put his well-lubricated hand straight
onto my crack.  The liquid was cold, and I trembled, but didn't object.  I
felt a finger --I wasn't sure which -- probing at me, exploring, until it
found what it was looking for.  It wandered around the edge of my hole.  He
took hold of one buttock and said, "What a sweet butt you have -- it's just
like a girl's, Honey!" -- and at the same moment he slipped his finger
inside my anus.  It felt nice, having him actually inside me, and I gave a
gasp, though it was more of surprise than actual pleasure.

Camilo didn't say anything, but he began to move his finger around.  That
felt strange: my hole yielded to the pressure and I found myself
involuntarily tightening and loosening my sphincter, almost as if I needed
a dump -- but it gave me a feeling of pure pleasure, too.  I decided to
help Camilo a bit, so I took hold of my buttocks and forced them open,
hoping Camilo would be able to do what he wanted to do (and what I wanted
him to do, too!) unhindered.

"Ride the pillow, Marce," he said, and I positioned myself on the altar,
ready for sacrifice, as he instructed.  His finger slipped out as I moved.
I arranged myself face down, ass in the air, legs spread wide, lubricated
and with my buttocks spread by my own hands.  It was highly undignified,
but I didn't care: I wanted to offer myself to him completely: I wanted to
be penetrated -- to be fucked.

I really wanted him to fuck me.

This time Camilo put a different finger inside me -- I could tell, the
difference in thickness was obvious, and it made my hole contract, only to
discover that this contraction had in fact drawn the invader even further
inside me and left my anus even more open to him.  It felt astonishing:
"AAAAAAaaaaahhhhh!" I went, a sound of pure pleasure.  Camilo reacted by
moving his finger around, overcoming the remaining resistance of my
sphincter, and it felt amazing: I felt my resistance dissolve until he was
all the way inside me, right down to the root of his finger.  By now my
fears had dissolved away into smoke and ashes, and I just wanted more of
the sensation his finger was giving me.

"Ooooohhhhhhh... more, Cami, please!" I begged, and the little bastard
obeyed, but not entirely.  He took his finger all the way out, and then
returned to the attack, this time with what I was certain were two fingers.
Again, I contracted against them, with the same result: they were drawn
further into me, and I could feel the walls of my entrance trying to cope
with the increased thickness.

"Slowly, Cami, please -- and be careful!" I begged.

"Okay, I'm going to hold them where they are," he said.  "Now I want you to
press out, as if you were having a shit."

I took a deep breath and steeled myself to do it, aware of a sensation that
was not quite pleasure and not quite pain.  It was frightening, but at the
same time very seductive.  So I tightened my stomach and pushed, and when I
relaxed his fingers were able to move more easily past my sphincter and so
deeper inside me.

And then the bloody boy moved a finger and pressed against my prostate.

"OOOOOOOOouuuooooh!" I went, a howl that was drawn from deep in my throat,
and which was repeated each time he manipulated my prostate.  The violating
finger did not withdraw, but instead began to move in and out, each little
thrust causing fireworks of pleasure in my brain and involuntary little
jerks from my pelvis.

Camilo pulled his fingers out, got on top of me and said, "Okay, Marce, I'm
going to fuck you now."

I simply nodded, not trusting myself to speak.

I felt his weight as he pressed down on me, searching for and then finding
my anus with the head of his penis.  He pressed a little more and I felt my
hole open up far enough to accommodate his head.  If his fingers had felt
big against my hole, the head of his penis felt huge.  He stopped for a
moment to allow me to get used to it, and then pressed forward again.

"Push out, Marce," he said.  "Push as if you were trying to shit."

I did that, several times, and felt myself opening up, while the pressure
built inside my rectum.  And now that he was past the entrance the
sensation was unbelievable, quite the most amazing thing I had ever felt --
I was having so many incredible sensations today, but I just couldn't get
enough, like an addict who is never satisfied but who has to go on to try
the next amazing thing.

His knob went beyond my anal ring, and that was my virginity gone for ever
-- and then he sank deep inside me, taking me to a new high, a sensation
far beyond anything I had ever imagined.  I couldn't speak -- I just wanted
the whole experience to start over, right from the beginning.

Maybe I somehow communicated this to Camilo through my body, or perhaps he
read my mind -- or maybe he just wanted the same thing as me.  He pulled
slowly back, almost all the way out, and it left my insides feeling empty
as he withdrew.  I tried to hold him in, squeezing my ass tight so as to
hug his beautiful cock, crushing it with my most secret place.

He didn't take it out of me completely, just drawing back as far as my
anus, which opened for him willingly as he pressed forward again, sliding
without any resistance back into me, and again I was overwhelmed by the
sensation.

"Oh, God, man, that feels sooooo...  more, Cami!  That's perfect -- go on,
Cami, fuck me!  Fuck me hard!"

I could feel his perfect piece of meat opening me right up, his stiffness
penetrating me completely.  When his dick was once again deeply inside me
("All the way, man!"), I simply wanted to keep it there.  Camilo could feel
the throbbing and pulsing of my rectum, and I'm sure it was driving him
insane with pleasure, because I could feel him starting to shake -- and
then he cried, "Marce!  Marce!  Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum!"

"Don't you dare, you fag!" I cried.  "Fight it!  Hold it back... come on,
you damned queer, hold it in... relax... yes, that's right, calm down..!"

"Are you enjoying this, Marcelo -- I mean, really enjoying it?"

"Yes!  Yes, yes, yes!  It's brilliant... come on, Cami, do it some more,
please!"

Camilo seemed to have mastered his initial need to cum, leaving me
twitching like a girl desperate to reach orgasm.

He pressed it into me again, making me moan and writhe about once more, and
now he started to speed up, pulling it back and driving it in harder and
harder.  And every thrust forced the walls of my tunnel apart mercilessly.

I could feel that he was on the absolute brink of insanity here, and then:

"UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUoooooooooooooaaahhhhhh!!!!!" he cried, and he
shoved so hard that I was sure his dick would reach right up into my
stomach.  His penis pulsed over and over again as his body crushed me
against the bed.  I knew that every throb of his penis was releasing a gush
of sperm deep inside me, flooding my channel with it.  Finally he stopped
moving with his dick wedged deep inside me, so I squeezed it and relaxed
rhythmically a few more times to increase his pleasure as much as I could.

I reached back and managed to stroke his ass, and I could feel him
trembling and panting like an exhausted animal, completely drained.

I felt his softening dick slip out of me like a snake.

"Hey, Camilo?"  I said.  "Could you move a little?  You're squashing me."
In fact I could hardly breathe.  With a superhuman effort he rolled off to
one side.

"That's better.  You okay?" I asked.

His eyes closed and still breathing heavily, he could only muster a small
nod of the head.

"Marce," he murmured, almost inaudibly, "I... I... I l... lo... I love
you."

"Hey, Cami," I replied, I love you, too."  It seemed the obvious reply.

Slowly recovering from his orgasm, Camilo opened his eyes and saw me
smiling gently at him.  "Marce," he said, his voice unsteady, "this isn't
just... I mean... I don't just want to do it with you.  It's more than
that.  I love you."

I looked at him, feeling something slipping from my anus onto my scrotum.
I knew what it was.  Ignoring it completely I looked at Camilo, astonished
at what he was saying.  I was shaken by an uncontrollable emotion, one that
made my thirteen-year-old's lips quiver and my eyes tear up and start to
leak like those of a pathetic little four-year-old.  We were really too
young for this: we had had gay sex and we were falling helplessly in love
with each other.

"Camilo," I said, "I... well, I... I love you, too."

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gladly received.  After all, if it turns out I really can't do this, it's
better that I find out about it -- then I can stop trying to write and go
back to just reading other writers' stories, rather than inflicting my
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a professional writer, just an enthusiastic amateur with a deranged
imagination that goes right back to my own childhood.

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