Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2008 19:26:17 -0800 (PST)
From: d ap <dap_cl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends (08)

Part Eight -- The Sleepover

Here is the next part of the story of Marcelo and Camilo.  I'm not sure
that I need to repeat the usual warning, but here it is anyway: this is a
story about sexual relations between boys, and in this chapter the
incestuous bit gets properly off the ground.  So if you are under age, or
if this sort of story is illegal where you live, you should leave.

I really don't think I need to repeat the warnings about condoms and drugs
in every chapter, but for the record, I'd suggest using condoms and not
using drugs, at least not in anything more than careful moderation.  Hell,
weed is probably as illegal where you are as reading these stories is, if
not more so.  Oh, and all names are invented, and any resemblance to
persons living or deceased is pure coincidence.

My English, I mean, from Doc.  Ok, this story is almost over.  Chapter ten
will be the last.  Many thanks to David Clark (really many thanks David!),
also to JJ, of course to the readers.  Thanks to Nifty Archives.

Un saludo para todos... muchas gracias...

Okay, off we go again:

We went through to the living room, and all of us were high, even Giovanni.

Danilo lay down right next to me with his head in my lap.  I caressed his
head and stroked his hair; I got the impression that Camilo was getting
jealous, so I moved Danilo's head up to my chest and then started running
my fingers through his light brown hair Camilo and Giovanni just stared at
us.  I started stroking Danilo's forehead very lightly with the tips of my
fingers, and this tickled, making him giggle.  But he didn't complain, just
lay there enjoying the attention I was giving him.  I moved my hands to his
shoulders and started to massage him gently.  It was all getting very
sensual...

In fact I was starting to get an erection, and I found myself wishing
Danilo would shift his position a bit to allow it to stand up, because
right now he was lying on top of it.  Of course, Danilo could feel what was
happening, but he didn't move, so I slipped my hands down to his chest,
caressing him and even slipping my fingers between his shirt buttons.  And
when he still didn't move I grabbed him under his arms, shifted him out of
the way and openly moved my erection into a more comfortable position.

I looked at Camilo and Giovanni and saw that they both had very visible
erections, and that they were still staring at us.  Actually it was Danilo
they seemed to be looking at, and the way they were staring suggested that
something was going on, even though I couldn't see Danilo's face myself.

I undid each button of his shirt, slowly and deliberately, and then pushed
the material away from his chest.  His brown nipples appeared, standing up
in his excitement.  I put my hand on his chest and stroked him down as far
as his navel, slid my hand slowly back up almost as far as his throat and
then stroked downwards again -- and each downwards stroke took my hand a
little further south on my small lover's body.  I reached the elastic
waistband of his trousers, and my pinky slid no more than half a centimetre
beneath it -- and now it was barely five centimetres from the quivering
bulge in his trousers, which was blatantly twitching.  I darted a quick
glance at the other two and saw them both holding their own crotches.

I moved my hand back to Danilo's navel and let one fingertip sink into it,
and Danilo rested his head on my chest.  I left the one hand on his stomach
and put one fingertip of my other hand, the index finger, into his mouth.
I caressed his lips with it, as soft as a brush from a butterfly's wing.
He turned his head so that he could look into my eyes, his mouth opening to
make a small 'o' shape -- and it looked so wonderful that I slowly lowered
my face towards his, moving very deliberately, but with infinite
gentleness, towards his lips...

My lips found his.  I closed my eyes and drank in the sensations of warmth,
softness and wetness from his lips.  I opened my mouth very slightly and
then just slid my lips very slowly sideways across his, keeping the touch
as light as I possibly could.  Danilo moaned softly and extended his tongue
a little, but I moved back a little to keep my own tongue out of range.
Danilo got the message that for the time being this should be lips only,
and so he withdrew his tongue once more.  He was making little eager
moaning noises by now, and I found myself wanting him so badly... God, I'm
such a pervert!

I stretched out my tongue and ran it very slowly across his upper lip from
one corner to the other, and then down onto his lower lip, from the corner
to the fleshy part in the centre.  His own tongue snaked out and just
barely touched mine.  The tips of our tongues slid over each other in a
gentle, non-violent combat... and now I moved my hand further downwards,
below the elastic of his trousers.  I caressed his lower belly and kept
moving down -- and here I found a new barrier: the elastic waistband of his
underwear.  Although actually it wasn't a barrier -- it was more of an
invitation.  So, while our tongues continues their soft, sensual dance I
slipped my hand under that elastic ...

...and I was there, and I found a really big penis, considering that its
owner was still quite small -- fifteen centimetres long and very thick --
quite like my own, but his body was a fair bit smaller than mine.  The
first thing I met was his foreskin, which was still covering the head of
his penis, so I took it between finger and thumb and fondled it, testing
its texture, pinching it softly and pulling it forward a little.  Then I
took hold of him a little further down and felt the shaft, feeling the hard
body that lay beneath the velvety skin.  Danilo moaned in my mouth.

With my free hand I grabbed the waistband of his trousers and puled them
down, making sure that the undies came with them.  Danilo lifted his hips
to make it easier for me, and I was able to get everything down below his
buttocks, exposing his nakedness.

I turned my attention back to his cock, seizing his foreskin and drawing
very slowly down to expose his cockhead, and as it came down Danilo moaned
softly and sensually: "Oooooooooohhhhhhh...!!! And I opened my eyes.

Camilo and Giovanni were lying on their tummies on either side of Danilo's
legs, both with their shirts undone, and both staring as if hypnotised by
the way I was slowly drawing Danilo's foreskin up and down over his purple
cockhead.  Giovanni took hold of Danilo's clothes and pulled them right
down to his ankles, and at that point Camilo stood up and removed his
brother's shoes, and then all the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked
except for his unbuttoned shirt.  The two older boys returned to their
earlier position on either side of Danilo's lower body, and Danilo spread
his legs so that each leg was touching one of them.

I was still holding Danilo's cock, and I began to jerk him properly, but
very slowly.  And a drop of shining liquid appeared and rolled down the
side of his knob.  And that inspired me to more perverted thoughts: I moved
Danilo's penis to the left, which was Camilo's side.  I moved it very
slowly and sensually, and Camilo stared at me -- and I nodded slowly,
reassuring and encouraging him.  I positioned the cock in front of his
face.

Camilo moved his head to meet it, opened his mouth and allowed the cockhead
to slip inside. And Danilo's whole body shook, and he gave a hoarse moan:
"aaaaahhhhhhjjjjjjgggssssfffsss!" - and he opened his eyes and saw his
brother slipping his cock into his mouth and sucking so strongly that it
changed the contours of his face.  Danilo didn't say anything, just closed
his eyes again, and Camilo sucked the erection right back as far as his
tonsils: he was a god among cock-suckers...

Once he had slid it almost all the way out again I tugged, and it came out
of his mouth with an audible pop -- and I moved it to the other side,
towards Gio's face.  He looked at me uncertainly, and and I smiled and
nodded to encourage him.  Giovanni closed his eyes and slipped Danilo's
penis into his mouth, but he was completely inexperienced, and his teeth
came into contact with the tender flesh -- and Danilo went "Ouchhh!!" and
opened his eyes to stare at his aggressor.  Giovanni quickly learned how to
do it and kept his teeth well out of the way after that, and when he
started to suck Danilo's complaint was replaced by pleasant moans -- and
Camilo and Gio were moaning, too.

Soon the two mouths were fighting for possession of the shaft and Danilo
revelled in it as each in turn sucked, nibbled, licked and swallowed the
drops of pre-cum that were oozing from Danilo's dick.  And I was so busily
concentrating on conducting this perverted orchestra that my own penis
wilted away to its usual soft, worm-like state.

Pushed to the limit by the battle that Camilo and Gio were fighting over
his cock, Danilo lost control, and with a scream of
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh...!" he shot a load of semen into both their faces.
It hit Gio's face and Camilo's chin, and also my clothes -- I was the only
one still fully dressed.  In the next few seconds Camilo and Gio used this
as an excuse to kiss each other and to lick the juices from each other.  I
wasn't jealous, exactly, but I did wonder if I was just becoming a
bit-player in the drama developing between my supposed enemy and the two
brothers.



18:30

"Mum?  Hi... look, would it be okay if I stayed over?  Only Marc invited me
to his sleepover... we're having a lot of fun... yeah, really... no,
no... it's okay... no, Marc and I have sorted out problems out.  Yes, yes,
sure... dad?  Okay, I'll wait... " said Gio.  "Hello?  Yes, Dad... No, sono
bene... fine, no, no...  niente, tutto va bene... and I caught a really big
croaker, too... and if you give me your permission to stay here, we're
going to have it for supper.... Thanks!  Si, si... Si, papa.... Io sono
bene... un baccio caro, molto grazie, grazie tanti."

Gio's call was half in Italian, but mine was entirely in English: "Dad?
Yeah, we're fine, everything is okay.... Yeah, perfect.  Listen, we met Gio
in Rocas -- he was fishing... yeah, actually he's fine... yeah, I
know.... yes, he already talked to his folks... yeah, he's with us
now... yeah, I just wanted to tell you he'll be here with us and he's going
to sleep over, okay?  Okay, thanks a lot... I love you, too!  Bye!"

"Sir?  Good afternoon..  could you please cancel the taxi we booked for Las
Lomas.... Yes, that's the one, thanks.  Have a nice evening!"



Gio disembowelled the fish while the brothers watched uneasily, and then
Camilo got the nuts ready, Danilo removed the fish's scales and I added
spices.  Camilo wanted to jerk off onto the fish before he cooked it, but
we told him to fuck off.  I cooked the rice while Camilo kept an eye on the
oven and Danilo got the plates out.  We found a bottle of white wine in the
fridge, and Danilo wrestled with the cork while the rest of us cheered him
on.  Later came canned peaches and cream, and then coffee (with cinnamon in
mine, of course, which drew several snide comments about my poncy tastes).
The three of them whispered amongst themselves, and then Danilo grabbed
their packets, though he did also kiss my ass several times when I stood
up.  I called him a traitor.  By now I had ceased to be shocked by the
brothers' sexual behaviour towards each other, and I don't think Gio had
ever found it shocking at all.



20:15

We sat in the living room, talking about all sorts of crap, including how
Gio and I had had our fight, and that made me rather embarrassed.  I asked
his forgiveness again, and for his part he asked Camilo to forgive him for
the comments he had made at the time, which Camilo said he was happy to do.

They clearly had some mischief in mind, though, and when they came out of
my father's room carrying the hand-crafted nargileh or hookah pipe (think
of a very upmarket bong) he had bought in Turkey, all porcelain and
hand-carved mahogany, I nearly had a fit.  I put towels down everywhere in
the hope of averting a possible calamity.

A good hundred grams of weed went into the device, along with water and
lemon, and I was given the honour of lighting it.  I inhaled and coughed
like mad, and so did all the others when they tried it.  In fifteen minutes
all that weed was gone!

"Come on, Gio, what do you want to do next?" asked Camilo.  I wasn't
remotely concerned about anything now -- I was utterly off my face,
enjoying their laughter, the taste of cinnamon still in my mouth, and I
felt wonderful.

I laughed when Gio put a Bob Marley CD in the CD player and started to
dance.  I lay back and watched him, and then Danilo came and stood behind
me, stroking my hair and my neck and then giving little kisses, quick and
sensual, all over my face.  I was floating, not concerned about anything
around me except for the attention my small lover was giving me.

"You're so cute, so totally cute," he kept whispering in my ear.

However, when Gio started to strip I did sit up and take notice.  He
started unbuttoning his shirt in time to the music.  And even though I was
stoned this began to take my attention -- it could be interesting, I
thought.  And for a moment the rational Marcelo popped back into my head
and made me check the windows, but all the curtains were drawn, so I sent
him away again.  "No worries, Marcelo," I told myself.

Gio had his shirt unbuttoned already, and he moved closer to me and then
turned so that he was facing away from me, his cute ass right in front of
my face.  He moved it from side to side hypnotically, and then his shirt
came right off and landed on my face, and I breathed in deeply, inhaling a
mixture of deodorant and his slightly sour but intoxicating sweat. I moved
the garment away from my face so that I could see what was going on, and I
saw Danilo, cuddling up close to me and caressing me, while his brother was
moving close to my knees and taking off his own shirt as he approached.
Bloody hell, I thought, this is an orgy!

Gio kept up his very sensual dance routine, moving his ass in a thoroughly
delicious way, and I was obliged to put a hand down to my trousers and
rearrange my genitals, which drew a round of applause from Camilo and
Danilo.  I realised they were doing all this for my benefit, and I decided
I was going to enjoy the honour they were bestowing on me.

Gio skilfully flipped off his trainers, the Nikes flying one by one with
perfect precision over the top of an armchair and landing behind it.  By
now Danilo had my shirt unbuttoned and was struggling desperately to undo
my belt and getting nowhere, and his frustration was visibly mounting.  Not
wanting anything to distract me from the show I quickly slipped a thumb
into the loop and pulled the belt undone.  By now Camilo was right beside
me, and once the belt was out of the way he unbuttoned my trousers and
pulled the zip down, and then Gio was there as well, bending over my
mid-section and nibbling at the waistband of my underwear.  He dragged my
jeans down as far as my knees, though I had to lift my ass in the air to
make it easier for him.  And then Camilo took over, wrenching my trousers
and boxers all the way off and hurling them right across the room.  That
left me in my shirt, which Danilo rapidly accounted for, and my socks,
which Camilo quickly sent flying after my jeans.  And then I was completely
naked.

Gio started his dance again, wiggling his ass just in front of me.  He had
his trousers pulled down as far as his hips by now, and he was dancing with
his ass only six inches in front of my face, and every time he spun around
I could see his solid penis straining away at the material that confined
it. Camilo had by now simply got rid of his own clothes and was naked in
front of me, staring at my solid dick.  And Danilo was still shirtless.

Gio's hypnotic dance went on: his trousers slipped down his legs and with a
flick were gone.  His white skin was shiny with sweat.  He turned away from
us and leaned forward a little, putting his thumbs inside the waistband of
his underwear and showing us, first just the top of his crack, then his
whole ass.  I could hardly breathe, I was so spellbound.  Slowly the
underwear came down, so sexily that I moaned aloud.  The garment reached
the floor, and then one kick and Calvin Klein went to join Nike behind the
armchair.

Gio turned to face me.  At that moment Bob Marley expired, leaving only the
sound of us breathing heavily.  He came up to me, and I saw that he had a
good fifteen centimetres, thicker than mine and uncut.  He lowered his face
to mine.

"Please, Marcy," he said in English, "I'd like to kiss you.  May I?"

"Oh, God, yes -- please!" I replied in the same language.

Gio took hold of my face gently, tilting it to face his, and then his lips
touched mine and his tongue slipped into my mouth, where it met my own.
Slowly Gio lowered himself on top of me, and the feeling as his dick
touched mine was awesome.  Danilo was plotting something, too: he covered
my eyes with a bandanna, which was a bit scary, but by now events were in
motion and I was carried along with them.

They dragged me onto the floor, onto the thick carpet, and I let them do
whatever they wanted.  Gio kissed me again, and then he moved back and
another mouth took over, a long, gentle, sensual kiss (Danilo, perhaps?),
and then that one moved back and a third mouth attached itself to mine.  I
was caressed and stroked by soft hands, all the way from my neck to my bare
legs, and I shivered with uncontrollable lust.  Somebody grabbed my cock
and imprisoned it in a warm mouth.  Someone else spread my legs and a
finger slid slowly along my perineum, reached my hole, rubbed around it
with some sort of oily liquid and then sank a short way inside me.

I needed to retaliate, so when someone started kissing me again I slid a
hand down his back, found my way to his crack and to his hole, and found it
a small, dry place, so I caressed it for a few seconds.  And the person
kissing me sighed happily.

"Oh, Marc, that feels awesome," said Gio's voice.  So I guessed that Camilo
was the one giving me the amazing blow-job while Danilo was investigating
my ass.

"Marc," Gio went on, softly, still in English, "I... I'd really
like... that is... I want you to fuck me.  Please?  Will you?"

I pulled the bandanna from my eyes.  Camilo had almost the whole of my dick
buried in his throat.

"Yes, okay, Gio," I replied, "but I need to get you ready with some
stretching first, or it'll hurt like hell."

"Would you two assholes please stop speaking in English?" complained
Danilo, angrily.

I didn't answer him, but I realised he was right.

I wriggled out from beneath Gio, and the brothers gave me room to do so.

I stared at Camilo.  "Look, Cami," I said, "Gio wants me to fuck him.  Is
that okay with you?"

Camilo gave a broad smile and nodded several times very quickly, as he
always did when he was enthusiastic about something.

"Hey, guys," asked Danilo, "am I the only virgin here?"

"I'm still a virgin," Gio told him.

"Don't worry, boys, pretty soon your tight little asses will be well and
truly broached," I said, grinning like a sex maniac.

"Come here, bro," said Camilo, gathering Danilo into his arms and hugging
him.  I looked at Giovanni seriously.

"Are you sure this is what you want, Gio?" I asked him, and he looked back
at me equally seriously and nodded slowly.

I kissed him very passionately and we lay down beside one another, and then
I kissed his mouth once more and began to move down his body, kissing his
neck, his nipples, his navel and finally his cock, which I then drew into
my mouth, making Gio gasp and moan.  I spun around so that we were in a
sixty-nine position and got on with enjoying his cock, and it seemed he was
a pretty good cocksucker himself, licking, sucking and even deep-throating
me, somehow managing not to gag.  I tried to do the same for him, but he
was too long and too thick for me to be able to accommodate him.  I just
did the best I could.

I moved on to his balls and licked, sniffing the muskiness of his genitals,
and then I took his sac into my mouth and sucked hard.

"Aaaaaa!" was Gio's reaction.  But I wasn't going to let him go: I spread
his legs and licked down further to his perineum, feeling the lust growing
in me as I went Gio's mouth was having a wonderful time with my cock,
jerking me closer and closer to the edge, and I decided that it had to stop
or Gio's dream of me taking his virginity would dissolve into salty water
in his mouth.

I pulled my penis from his mouth, rolled him onto his back and got on top
of him.  Kneeling up, I sought his penis with my mouth and then lifted and
spread his legs, exposing my new friend's anus.  There it was, hiding
between the globes of his buttocks, twitching slightly and fluttering like
a fledgeling in a nest.  I lowered my mouth onto that smaller mouth and
pressed my tongue against it, and there was no taste and no smell, nothing,
just an invitation to enter.  I had to fight to get past it: his anus
resisted the invasion bravely, and my tongue was unable to penetrate him.
But I had reinforcements in the shape of my finger.  I spat onto the
entrance and brought my pinky into play, and the resistance which had
barely held out against my tongue now collapsed and my finger found its way
in.  And now Gio offered no further resistance: instead he relaxed and I
was able to penetrate him deeply.

He moaned equally deeply, keeping his mouth closed.

"Yes, he does want it!"  The brothers had decided it was only fair for them
to join in the action.  Camilo knelt down with his ass just above Gio's
face, and Gio, not seeming remotely fazed by this, started playing his
tongue over my boyfriend's anus, and soon he was licking it firmly.  Danilo
was standing in front of his brother; moving his hips back and forward and
evidently face-fucking Camilo.  Various lustful slurping noises could be
heard.

My finger was still in Gio's anus.  I forced a second finger in alongside
it, and a deep moan escaped from his throat, a mix of pain and pleasure.  I
saw the bottle of olive oil and felt myself to be gastronomically inspired:
I tilted the bottle and watched a little oil run from his perineum to his
anus, and once the oil spread over my fingers they started to slip in and
out much more easily.

I switched fingers, and he groaned again as his sphincter resisted the
penetration of my two larger fingers.  But two more drops of oil and the
fingers were sufficiently lubed to slide inside his warm, pulsating hole.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" went Gio.

"Okay, Gio, I'm going to fuck you now," I said.

"Yes, okay, go for it!"

I stood up, moved round between his legs, knelt down and lifted his legs,
putting them on my shoulders.  Next I folded them onto his own chest, and
he helped by taking hold of them to support them.  I rubbed the oil on my
hand onto my cock, spreading the improvised lube down my shaft until the
whole of my length was shining with aromatic, yellowish liquid.  I took
hold of myself, positioned the tip of my cock against his entrance,
wriggled about until I found the right angle, and pushed...

His anus opened for me, and an overwhelming warmth enveloped my cockhead.
I pushed gently forwards, gradually invading his violated hole, and Gio let
out a long, gradually fading cry of "OOOOooooooooooo!"

And then finally I was all the way inside his body.  Danilo and Camilo
moved so that they could take a full part in the new situation: Danilo
knelt above Gio's head and pushed his throbbing cock into Gio's mouth, and
then Danilo and I watched each other and coordinated our movements: every
time I thrust into our friend's abused ass, Danilo did the same to his
mouth.  We weren't rushing: we kept it to a fairly pedestrian pace, but
gradually we got more and more vigorous.  Our thrusts into his mouth and
anus were becoming irresistible.  Gio couldn't speak, so the only sounds
were the rubbing noise of my penis in his tunnel and the slurping noise of
Dani's cock in his mouth.  Just once he made a gagging noise as Danilo
pushed forwards a bit too far and hit the back of Gio's throat.

Gio was shaking as we fucked him from both ends -- and then somehow Camilo
got behind me and managed to get his face close to my ass.  Somehow he
contorted his body enough to be able to start licking my anus, and after a
bit his expert tongue was replaced by a finger, and my pleasure grew and
grew.

Danilo was the first to come, and Gio had no choice but to swallow it, or
as much of it as he could.  Some of it escaped from his mouth, running onto
his chin, his cheeks and his red lips.

Camilo moved away from behind me, to my disappointment, and positioned
himself beside Gio, attacking his dick and swallowing every millimetre of
it: I already knew of the expertise of my cunning little whore of a
boyfriend in that department.  I was overcome by the utter sexuality of the
scene and began to come, shooting off inside Gio and making him cry out.
My dick pulsed and pulsed, bathing Giovanni Giordano's insides with jets of
warm semen.  And then I felt his sphincter starting to pulse and I realised
that he was coming in Camilo's mouth, though not a single drop of it
escaped my boyfriend's lips.  He sucked and sucked, eagerly swallowing all
of Gio's semen and wasting not the tiniest drip.

I fell forward onto the Italian boy and kissed him fervently, and he
responded -- and then I felt myself pulled back, and Camilo was kissing me
instead while Danilo kissed Gio.  We kissed for ages, seeming to try to
steal each other's souls, and then we swapped over once more, and Danilo
kissed me while Camilo kissed Gio.

Danilo drew back a little from my lips, giving me instead little pecks on
the face, and then he moved his mouth next to my ear and whispered, in a
heavily accented version of Gio's centuries-earlier plea to me in English:
"Ai guont lju tu fock mi, plis, guill lju?" It was close enough to the
original ('I want you to fuck me, please, will you?') that I understood him
at once, and I stared at him in surprise.  And then I whispered back to
him, doing my best to imitate his accent, "Ljes, beib, I guill..." and then
I lapsed into normal English and added, "but let me rest a while first".

We all hugged, each of us trying to stay in the centre of this orgy of
naked arms, legs, dicks and balls, and there were splashes of juices all
over us.  Poor Camilo still had a raging hard-on, as he was the only one
who had not yet had an orgasm.

"Camilo," I said, "Danilo wants me to fuck him.  Are you okay with that?"

Camilo stared at me and then at his brother, and I could see a certain
amount of jealousy in his stares.  I could understand that: I loved Camilo,
and I know he felt the same way about me.  And to be fair I'd felt a
certain jealousy myself when he had kissed Gio or Dani, but I'd been strong
enough not to say anything.

"D?" he asked, looking to see if this was really what his brother wanted.
And 'D' gave him a definite nod, and it was clear that Camilo wasn't very
happy.  He took hold of his stiff penis and stroked it idly.  "Look," he
said to his brother, "If it's what you want, you don't have to ask me for
permission first, okay?  And the same goes for you, Marcy."

Gio could tell that Camilo wasn't happy, too.  "What's up?" he asked,
getting up and tucking Danilo's hair behind his ear in a sickeningly
feminine way.  Danilo kept quiet, waiting to see what happened.

"Could you guys give us a moment?" said Camilo, and he went and whispered
in his brother's ear.  Danilo listened, and then moved back a little so
that he could look his brother in the eye.

"Really?" he said, and I could hear the disbelief in his voice.

Camilo looked at him seriously and nodded slowly.  I was getting impatient
because I couldn't fathom out what was happening here, but there was
nothing I could do but to wait and see what transpired.  Danilo whispered
into Camilo's ear, and Camilo whispered back, and this interchange of
mutterings went on for a while.  And then Camilo gazed at his brother,
smiled, nodded and looked at us with a perverted grin on his face. And that
looked calmed me down a little, and I think it calmed Gio as well.

"Marcy?" said Camilo.

"Yes?" I said, trying to sound confident and secure in the best Walsh
family tradition.

"Danilo wants to be fucked, and he wants his first time to be with you --
but... well, I wanted to be the first to fuck him.  I said that to him a
while back.  But he wants both of you to take part in his deflowering.  I'm
sorry about all this blathering about, which is a hell of a lot of talk
just to get fucked, but the situation is," Camilo went on, "that this
little bitch," and he pointed at his brother, while the 'bitch' gave us a
little bow, "wants us all to fuck him.  But I'm going first."

Danilo grinned mischievously and gave another little nod.

"So," Camilo concluded, "would you both like to take part in a little
fucking, where we all take my little brother and fuck his little ass for
him?"

And Gio and I, in unison, gave one of Dani's little nods, and the same
mischievous smile spread across both our faces.



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