Date: Thu, 15 Jan 2009 17:06:12 -0800 (PST)
From: d ap <dap_cl@yahoo.com>
Subject: Four Friends (09)

Ninth Part -- The Ceremony

This is the continuation of the story of Marcelo and Camilo. Once again --
though I can't imagine that anyone is going to start reading the story at
Chapter Nine -- I should warn you that this story is about homosexual
relationships between boys (and there's more incest in this chapter, and a
certain amount of melodrama, too) -- so if it's illegal for you to read
this stuff, go away.

You've read the last eight warnings -- at least, I'm assuming you've
diligently read every word we've written!!! -- so you know that we reckon
condoms are good and drugs are not good, unless used in moderation.  And
you also know that all names are invented.

Now, some words from Doc. This could be the penultimate chapter of Four
Friends saga.  I really want to give my acknowledgement to the readers,
then to JJ, and specially to David Clark.  It has been a real nice
experience to write and publish this tale.  I many thanks to Nifty Archives
("Archivos Ingeniosos", un muy buen nombre; "Archivos coquetos", tanto
mejor).  Many thanks to all of you. End of Doc's words.

So -- now we're past that bit -- you can start reading again:


Mr Walsh (that's me, in case you're not sure) declared that this was a
particularly special moment: Gio had already experienced it, and now it was
Danilo's turn for one of those once in a lifetime events that has to be
celebrated properly.

"Hello?  It's Giovanni Giordano here... yes... yes, my dad is fine,
thanks...  yes, I'll tell him.  Listen, I need to ask you something: can
you send a cake to Las Dunas?  With a loooooooot of cream!  Cherry or
strawberry?" Gio asked me, and I replied "Cherry," looking at the brothers
for confirmation, and they both nodded quickly, indicating that this was
something they both liked a lot.

"Card or cash?" Gio resumed his phone call.  "Cash.... yes, I'll be paying
myself.... Yes.... yes, no problem.  How much?  12,500 pesos?  Fine.... In
an hour? Yes, a lot of cream.... egg-plum?  A can?  Really?.... Yes, that's
very kind.... thanks very much!"

Gio hung up and gave us the summary: "A cherry and rum cake with cream --
and they're going to throw in a can of egg-plum cream, too.  It'll be here
in an hour and a half, and I'm paying."

Danilo went and filled the large bath-tub with hot water, and four sweaty
bodies, with dried semen on their faces, butts, groins and anywhere else
you care to imagine went into the water.  Danilo was in another of his
sexual frenzies, sucking every cock that came into range of his mouth,
including his brother's, and he even ducked his head under the water to
give us sub-aquatic blow-jobs.  Each of us kissed him fervently.

A cellphone rang: it was the brothers' folks.  Camilo took the call and
said all the standard things: yes, everything was fine, there was nothing
to worry about, everyone sent their love, and so on and so forth.  He
didn't hesitate when he was asked if there were any adults there: he just
lied brazenly and said that of course there were, and then signed off with
another round of lots of loves and see you soons.

I got some more coffee on the go, with cinnamon in mine as usual -- and
Giovanni added cocoa shells to his.  I also found a large bottle of
Grolsch, and then another one.  Camilo turned the heater on.  We got
dressed, though that did nothing to dissipate the rampant sexuality in the
air, and we all kept rubbing against each other: each one of us found
himself pinned down at some point with someone else's erection rubbing
against his ass, and that caused a chorus of lustful groans.  What a bunch
of queers we are, I thought but didn't actually say.  I felt as horny as
hell,and grabbing my friends' parts and feeling them pressing against my
butt was a serious turn-on.

At quarter past ten the cake arrived, delivered by a bored-looking juvenile
whose bored look disappeared the moment Gio arrived, in undies and a
tee-shirt, to pay for it.  The bastard flirted openly with the delivery boy
as he paid for the cake and added a very generous tip of three thousand
pesos, together with a sensual, provocative smile.  "Andres?" he said.
"That's a really nice name!  Oh well, ciao!"  Horny little tart... the
delivery boy left, looking somehow disappointed.

The cake was truly spectacular, a good thirty centimetres across and
fifteen centimetres tall, covered in cream and decorated with discs of
meringue, with a phenomenal number of cherries arranged in the shape of
petals, and there was also a can -- a good kilo -- of mashed egg-plum
cream.  I opened the can and dipped a finger in, spoiling the hitherto
unblemished surface.  I put the finger in my mouth and gave an orgasmic
groan, and the others all did likewise, tasting the cream and making
similar perverted sounds of sexual ecstasy.  That cream was going to be the
dessert for our dessert.

A bottle of whisky appeared as if by magic, six-year-old JB.  (Some time
later dad asked what had happened to his bottle of Scotch, and I said, 'Oh,
I'm sorry, dad, I accidentally knocked it onto the floor and it broke...')

I grabbed Danilo and pulled him into the bathroom, dragging him by the
hair, stripped him naked and dumped him in the tub, ignoring his complaints
and the laughter of Camilo and Gio.  Danilo was in no condition to resist,
being more than a little drunk as well as stoned (as we all still were),
but he still had a spectacular erection.

I took the shower-head down, unscrewed the head and removed it, and then
lubed the handle thoroughly with liquid soap and inserted it into Danilo's
anus.  I turned it on and he moaned, in pain, I think.  I turned it off
again and got him to sit on the toilet, and he dribbled water and the rest
of the contents of his lower digestive tract, none too aromatically, into
the can.  Once it was done I bathed him again, using plenty of my mother's
bath salts (she subsequently got a similar excuse as the one I gave dad
about his Scotch -- 'oops, sorry, mum, I knocked the whole packet into the
bath by mistake'), then dried him, applied some Old Spice, combed his long
fair hair and pulled it back into a braid, which I tied using one of my
sister's silk ribbons.  Then I left him, still naked and extremely stiff,
and told him to wait for a moment while I went to find something for him to
wear.

In my mother's room I found some lace curtains, so I grabbed one, together
with some of her make-up, and went back to the bathroom.  I draped the
curtain round him like a toga, and then took a pale pink lipstick and did
his lips for him.  I used an eyebrow pencil to mark the corners of his
brows, applied some face powder that had some sparkly stuff in all over his
face, using slightly more of it round his eyes, and added a careful amount
of rouge to his cheeks.

I stood back and examined my handiwork: he was truly beautiful, an
androgynous being, or rather, a perfect androgynous boy: the body glimpsed
through the transparent fabrics was perfect, slender and pale, like a
dream: he was Ganymede, the most beautiful of all mortals, with a partially
erect penis and an ass to die for.

I led him to the mirror and he stared at his reflection, opened his eyes
wide, gasped, brought a hand to his mouth and uttered a stifled sob.

"God, Dani, what's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing.  It's just...it's... well... I'm not... that is, I'm... I'm so
beautiful!  I... I can't believe it..."

I kissed him.  "Hey, don't worry," I said, "I'll wash your face and undo
the braid if you want me to."

"No!  No, P... please don't!"

Okay, so he liked it after all, but his penis had wilted away to nothing.
So, in order to apply the final touch, I knelt down, moved the curtain
aside and started sucking on him until I had given him a massive erection.

I took his hand and led him to the living room.  He seemed a little
nervous, and maybe ashamed, too, but he went along with this ceremonial
rite with acceptance and good manners.  I told him to wait just outside the
door while I went into the living room and used the dimmer to turn the
lights way down.

"Pray stand for the young Danilo the First!" I proclaimed.  "YOUNG DANILO
THE FIRST - STAND UP, EVERYONE!!"

I waited for Camilo and Gio to get over the surprise and gestured
frantically, and a little angrily, at them to get them onto their feet, and
then I called to Danilo to come in.  He walked in, barefooted, and I turned
the lights up a little, and when he was properly inside the room he stopped
and I turned the lights all the way up.  He gazed at his brother and Gio.

And Camilo and Giovanni stared back at him, their smiles giving way to
astonishment: that boy was the most beautiful human being they had ever
seen.  Their mouths dropped open in utter admiration.  And Danilo stood
there, naked inside his semi-transparent toga, his face covered in shining
sparks, his eyes perfectly delineated without being too feminine, his lips
glistening, his eyes shining and his hair in a braid... and with his penis
erect and throbbing, upright, rigid and straight.

I walked across the room to where Camilo and Gio were standing spellbound,
moved behind them and hit the back of their legs so that they dropped to
their knees, and once they were in that position I knelt down, too, facing
Danilo, who smiled at us in amusement.

"Danilo the First," I declaimed in a loud, theatrical voice, "you are come
to your sacrifice, and we give honour to the sacrificial victim.  It is
right for those who will perform the rite to pay homage."  I bent forwards
until my forehead was on the carpet, and although Camilo and Gio both
laughed, they did it, too.

I stood up, gestured to Danilo to approach and led him to the table where
we had left the cake.  I undid the curtain and removed it, leaving him
completely naked, and then I knelt down and sucked on his dick for a few
strokes before making way for Gio, who came and did the same thing, taking
it all the way in and bobbing his head until it hit the back of his throat
and made him gag.  Finally we made room for Camilo, who was able to
deep-throat his brother all the way without gagging, even managing to get
the ball bag into his mouth as well, accommodating his beautiful brother's
entire genitalia in his mouth.

"Ooohhhhaaaaa!" was our 'victim's' response.

I beckoned Danilo and he followed me, head down and submissive.  He was our
boy... I asked my friends for help, We lifted him onto the table and
positioned him on his back. I bent over Danilo's head and kissed him on his
lips, and the other two did likewise, and Camilo's kiss went on for some
time, and in addition Danilo hugged his brother while the kiss was in
progress (that made me a bit jealous, but I wasn't going to spoil things
with a visible reaction).  And the ceremony went on, in a fairly serious
atmosphere, in directions that I hadn't planned or even imagined.  Camilo
and Danilo, at least, seemed to be taking it very seriously.

"Danilo the First," I went on, still sticking to my script, "will you
permit your brother, Camilo the Great, to accept the sacrifice of your
virgin ass?"

Danilo nodded, but I wanted more.  "You have to actually say it, not just
nod," I said.

"Yes, I want it," said Danilo, very seriously indeed, and somehow it didn't
seem to be a game any more.

"Camilo the Great," I continued, "will you accept the sacrifice of your
brother's virginity, and is it indeed your will as well as his?"  This was
actually a serious question: for one brother to deflower another is a
serious matter, and I wanted to be sure that they were both absolutely in
favour of it.  It was, I felt, a question that had to be asked.

"I do accept it," said Camilo, almost in a whisper.

"Giovanni the Magnificent," I went on, "Are you willing to be a witness to
the sacrifice, and are you prepared to take part in this sacrifice in your
own right, declaring yourself under no pressure to do so?"

Gio was a little less naïve than the brothers, and he knew why I was
asking.  He looked at me and nodded.

"You need to state your willingness aloud," I insisted, staring at him.
And Gio didn't let me down, or try to duck out of his responsibilities.

"Yes, I am willing," he said, and then proceeded to play his part in the
game fully.

"Marcellus Venustus," he asked in English, "are you prepared to take part
in this ceremony, without any pressure, of your own free will?" He then
repeated it in Spanish -- actually his Latin was quite good, too, which
made him a pretty good linguist.

I looked at him, first in irritation, then with a perverted leer, and
finally with simple acceptance.

"Yes, I am," I said firmly, finally concluding the verbal prelude to the
festivities.  It hadn't been exactly as I had planned it, but it had
covered all the essentials.

Gio knew why I had done it by now, and so did Camilo, and we looked at each
other meaningfully.  The only one who didn't get it was Danilo, who was
only after sexual relief and was keen to be done with all this silly
ritual.

"Right," I said, "then let us proceed with the ceremony.  First, the sacred
ointment."  I grabbed a handful of cake and held a handful of cherries to
Danilo's mouth, and he nibbled away happily.  I ate a chunk of what was
left in my hand myself, and then smeared the remainder over Danilo's chest.

"Remove your vestments, sacred priests," I said, still attempting to follow
the game.  "Nothing should remain on our bodies."  And a few seconds later
we were all naked.  Each of us grabbed a handful of cake and smeared it
onto Danilo's body, covering his young body with cream; pieces of meringue
and cherries -- though without anyone saying anything, we all avoided
putting anything onto his genitals.

I grabbed the can of cream and offered it to Danilo, and he scooped out a
handful of the creamy ointment and applied it to his dick and balls, and
then going further and rubbing some onto his perineum and even applying a
substantial amount into his crack and around his hole.  He even went so far
as to push a finger into his anus.

I grabbed a further handful of the now much-abused cake and rubbed it onto
his face.  He closed his eyes while I was doing it, and when he opened them
again his eyes were clear but the rest of his face was decorated with
cherries, cream, meringue and marzipan decorations.  I licked off what
remained in my hand.

Giovanni was the first to kiss Danilo, licking off the mess on his face as
he did so, and that was the sign for the end of the game: we all started
licking his body and eating the cake as we went, feeding him little bits of
cake at the same time so that he would get a fair share.

Danilo reacted to each lick, nibble and kiss from our mouths with little
gasps, moans, groans and sighs.  None of us touched his genitals: his dick
was iron-hard and even his balls were tensed up.  Soon we had virtually
cleared the rest of his body, leaving just his genitals still anointed with
cream.

"Who should go first, bro?" Camilo asked him.

By now Danilo had had quite enough of ceremony and foreplay, and so his
response was quite abrupt.  "Yo" (that's Gio, in case it's not clear!) "can
clean my knob, you can work on the rest of my shaft, and Marcy can clean
out my ass," he replied, eagerly.

Gio accepted the invitation enthusiastically, sucking the boy's dick and
licking off the yellowish egg-plum cream.  He used his hand to retract
Danilo's foreskin, spread some cream on the exposed glans and then sucked
again, this time taking it deep into his mouth.  Camilo promptly complained
that the shaft was supposed to belong to him, but I pointed out that there
was still more than a quarter of the can of cream left, so he kept quiet
and let Gio get on with sucking away at the wonderful cream-covered dick.
Danilo made sounds of pleasure, something along the lines of "Oh, ... God!
That's... that's so g... good!!"

Gio seemed satisfied.  Maybe he was tired of sucking, or maybe he knew it
was Camilo's turn, but either way he slipped it out of his mouth, applied
some more cream to it and stepped back.

Camilo took over, eagerly swallowing his brother's delicious hardness.  I
watched his technique: he opened his mouth as wide as he possibly could and
then stretched out his tongue and licked everything he could reach.  Next
he took the entire cock inside, closed his mouth and sucked so strongly
that his cheeks sunk right in.  Finally he took a further gulp, and this
time he took it all the way, past his tonsils and into his throat in a way
that would be impossible for most people... his technique really was
amazing, and Danilo acknowledged it by going,
"AAAAAAAAAooooouuuuuhhhggggggfffssss!"

Gio fondled himself slowly, watching Camilo delivering a fantastic
cock-sucking to his younger brother.  And then it was my turn.

The egg-plum cream had more or less vanished from Danilo's cock and balls,
but the perineum was still shining, and most of the cream seemed to have
migrated into the valley beyond it, so I went there.  I followed the soft
ridge of his perineum, the texture driving me mad with lust, and then my
tongue reached his anus (what a fascinating word that is -- 'anus',
conjuring up such a wonderful image) and you can believe me when I say that
I didn't take too long to get to it.  I licked desperately, overcome with
horniness, forcing my tongue right into his hole and making him grunt and
groan.

"Marcelito, Marcelito, oh, my God... oahhh... I love it!  Oh,
god.... mmmmhhh!!" moaned the 'victim' of our sacrifice as I worked on him,
getting him ready for his brother... and I thought how thoroughly perverted
that was: I was getting him ready to lose his virginity -- he was going to
be fucked for the first time by his own brother.

Once my tongue had softened him up I worked a pinky into his little
wrinkled entrance: there was enough cream left to provide plenty of lube,
and my finger was able to start loosening him up.  Then I tried something a
little more brutal and inserted both thumbs, as carefully as possible, and
now Danilo did complain - "Ouuuuccchhh!" - but in little more than a
whisper, and I was able to continue loosening him up.

Gio and my boyfriend were watching my actions in fascination, and they were
both rubbing their dicks slowly.  I slapped their hands away and
reprimanded them.

"You have to save it all for Danilo, okay?" I said, and they laughed, and
Danilo did, too.  I looked at them all mischievously.

"I've got a suggestion," I said.  "Gio, can you and Dani get into a
sixty-nine position with you underneath -- can you see how you'll need to
position yourself?"  Gio made it clear that he knew what was required of
him.

"Camilo, you can get behind Danilo and 'sacrifice' him, okay?"

Danilo simply lay there looking serene -- I wondered if he was still
drugged up.

"What about you?" Camilo asked.  "What are you going to do?"

"He, he -- I'm going to abuse Gio!"

So now we all knew our places in this orgy of perversion, and all of us
were driven by lust to participate in it.

Gio lay on his back and Danilo straddled him with his cock above Gio's
mouth, and Gio wasted no time in pulling the cock into his mouth, gobbling
it into his mouth as if it was the condemned man's last meal.  Camilo,
meanwhile, tried to get into position behind his brother, whose legs were
apart with his knees on either side of Gio's head.

I went and stood next to Camilo and grabbed his dick, which already had
colourless liquid seeping from it.  Then I took the olive oil bottle and
dribbled a little onto Danilo's crack, and the oil ran slowly down until it
reached his wrinkled little entrance, which it bathed.  Camilo and I both
groaned with lust at the sight.  I poured a little more oil onto my hand
and slowly smoothed it onto Camilo's penis, and he gave a muffled gasp.  My
heart was beating frantically and I was breathing heavily as I took
Camilo's dick and positioned it against his brother's hole, pushing
it... but it didn't go in, just pressed against his hole.

Danilo gazed at me expectantly, and both Camilo and I could see the lust in
that gaze, and in the way he licked his lips and his teeth.  Camilo grabbed
his brother's hips, and for a moment I thought he would surrender to lust
and ram his way brutally and mercilessly inside -- and Gio seemed nervous
as well, since his eyes were only three or four centimetres away as he
sucked anxiously at Danilo's penis.  But we were wrong; Camilo started to
penetrate his brother very slowly and gently, taking care not to hurt him.

I watched in mesmerized fascination as Danilo's anal ring slowly gave way
and the head of his brother's penis invaded him.  Soon the whole of the
head was enveloped, and Danilo uttered a long, drawn-out moan:
"Ooooooooooooooohhhhhhh!!!! Goooooodddd!!!!"

Camoilo decided to do it his way and withdrew, and I'd swear I heard a
'pop!' as it came out.

"Is it okay if I go back inside, D?" he asked.

"Yes, yes!" gasped Danilo, open-mouthed.  So Camilo advanced again, making
light movements with the tip of his penis at his brother's entrance, and
his brother went on uttering a series of light moans and groans and
whispers of pleasure.

"All the way, Camilo -- all the way!" begged Danilo, and Camilo very slowly
sank his entire length into his brother's cave, all the way down to his
pubes.

There was nothing further I could do to help, so I left the brothers to get
on with it.  I opened Gio's legs, grabbed his penis and inserted it into my
anus, and it slipped inside easily.  Gio pushed his hips, knowing that it
was his responsibility to get the whole of his shaft inside me, and started
to fuck me deeply.

And so that was our incredible communal fuck: we were all emitting groans
and gasps and even little shouts of pleasure.  When Camilo realised how
much Danilo was enjoying being fucked he became rather more energetic, and
Gio was giving me an enthusiastic fuck at the same time.  Camilo and I were
facing each other, and we stared enraptured into each other's eyes, full of
passion and love for each other.  I leaned forward so that I could reach
him and we kissed.

Danilo was the first to reach orgasm, sending his juices pulsing into Gio's
throat, and Gio swallowed our youngest member's offering enthusiastically.
Then Camilo's eyes opened wide as he sent his own seed spurting into his
brother.  Gio grabbed my hips and thrust a few more times before collapsing
beneath me: his whole lower body trembled as I felt his cock pulsing inside
me and shooting his juices into my body.


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