Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 13:59:02 +0000
From: alfredo garcia <alfredo247@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Friend Alberto

My friend Alberto
by
Alfredo Garcia

Memories of my childhood and adolescence crowd back in small details, a
recalled sensation, a touch, an aroma, a mood or emotion that may have
lasted for just a moment. They lie like the edited frames of a motion
picture scattered randomly on the cutting room floor. Much is lost but I
gather the fragments and mold them in my mind. My sexual awakening inspired
this story and is reconstructed from a half remembered haze and a few vivid
images I have retained.

 My classmate Alberto was a year older than the rest of us. He was not a
very good student and repeating his previous year, but was, by far, the
best athlete in the class. His sporting prowess, bold self-assurance and
the notoriety from having failed his exams, attracted a large circle of
friends. Though I was not among them, I felt a curious attraction that I
could not name. I can still see his warm brown skin, muscular body, dark
eyes, beautiful Roman nose and thick sensuous lips. Ours was to be a very
special relationship not shared with any other classmates.

I was the quiet studious member of the class with a slim build and without
talent in sports or and outgoing manner that attracted followers. Although
far out of my league in schoolboy society, I would catch Alberto staring at
me. At first I interpreted this as aggression that should be avoided if
possible.  No violence ever came but I still wondered if he was planning an
ambush. I put my theory to the test.  During breaks between classes I hid,
followed his movements and watched as he sought me out. Unnoticed by him, I
saw by reflection in windows how his eyes scanned my body, especially my
bare legs. Occasionally he would speak to me and it was always to do with
sex. He told me, to my horror, that he and his friends had masturbated at a
cinema and pointed out two classmates who were touching each other whenever
they could.  It made me uncomfortable and I responded with disdain. In a
whispered conspiratorial tone, he enquired if I had hair down there.
Insulted, I lied saying no. When he asked if I played with my penis, I
turned and walked away from him.



I was in the junior school because we all wore short pants.  On this day
our teacher was to show a film and took us to the projection room. This was
a rare and special treat that put the class in a buzzing festive
mood. There was press of young bodies as we jostled for positions on the
carpeted floor where we were to sit and it was then that I noticed Alberto
was next to me. She drew the curtains cutting out most of the light from
the window and huddled together excitedly as the lights were extinguished
and we stared at the uncertain flickering of the projector.  I felt his
body warm against mine and experienced a strange sensation flooded through
my veins. I did not move at first even when I felt his hand rest innocently
on my knee. However, when his fingers slid mischievously into my crotch,
towards my small boyish cock, I was shocked and reacted defensively.  In a
silent tussle I tried to free his hand that now clamped between my legs,
but then, for a reason I could not explain, I stopped the struggle and let
his fingers explore the gristly appendage between my legs. It was a
thrilling game we played in the darkness. He took my hand and placed it on
his cock that was hard and large and together we tenderly fondled each
other, absorbed in the new and astonishing sensations I was
experiencing. The subject of the film passing unassimilated. I recall
vividly that he bent over and pressed his face between my legs and I drew
up and lifted my bare thigh against the soft down of his cheek as it
caressed my inner thigh. What we did as the film lurched to a close and the
lights came on, I do not recall. Did we look at each other? Were words
exchanged? All that recollection is lost except the tender touching in the
darkness.

No longer fearing a physical threat, and perhaps unconsciously intrigued by
him, a day or too later, he asked me to go his home to see his renowned
collection of stickers that were popular among the boys at that time.
Along the way, he told me that his sister loved me, and that she had said
that I was a very handsome boy. I felt momentarily flattered but then a
little confused as I barely knew his sister and had never seen her even
look at me.

On entering the house, he called out see if anyone else was there and, when
no answers came, I had uneasy feeling that he had something undisclosed in
mind yet this stirred a strange excitement. He took me to his room and
brought out his sticker album as promised and we sat on the bed slowly
turning the pages. As he leaned over me to point out a special treasure, or
recount an acquisition, his head and shoulders pressed against me. His bare
leg made contact with my thigh it sent a thrill thought my body but I
instinctively moved away, swallowing hard, unable to understand my
emotion. A minute later his leg again pressed and this time I did not
move. There was a pulse in my penis and again when he looped his arm on my
shoulder, in friendly way as boys do.  It was as if a current flowed
between us and produced in me the unmistakable surge of a growing
erection. I still feel the tender softness of these moments between two
friends together as my heart pounded in my chest. In silence, we leafed
through the album but I no longer saw the pages.  He surely sensed my
distraction and turned his gaze at me.  I blushed and looked away. His
right hand had supported the album and rested on my bare knee as my
erection pushed urgently against the hard cover. The fingertips of his left
hand touched the crease of my neck. Tense and completely paralyzed, I
gulped and stopped even the pretense of flipping pages. His lips brushed my
neck, and I felt his hand move over my leg. I closed my eyes and again
surrendered to the pleasure of his touch. His lips caressing my neck and
ear, his hand now ran up the inside of my thigh. Instinctively, I made an
effort to stop him and tried move away but he restrained me.

"You are not able to hold a tickle" he challenged.

"Yes, I can" I shot back intent to rescue my dignity.

His hands reached are under my shirt, up my back to my neck and the other
over bare chest brushing the skin and stroking my erect nipples making me
twist and squirm away, though my penis was about to explode.

"You can't take it?" he gloated.

 "I can" I protested but with barely the strength to utter the words.

He removed the sticker album, which had hidden my erection.

"Well, I see you like it" he grinned, squeezing my penis through my pants.

" No, don't do that" I said indignantly, brushing his hand away.

"Okay" he responded "but you must submit to a test that I am sure you
cannot resist."

"Undress and get under the sheets, I'll tickle you through the sheets. I
know you cannot stand it." he challenged.

"No, your parents or your sister can come". I protested but somehow knew I
was committed to a path already chosen.

"They will not be home for two hours" he reassured me adding "I will lock
the

door. Come, do what I say!"

Scared but exhilarated by this adventure into a new and forbidden
territory, my resistance melted away.

"I will not watch while you undress", he cajoled, turning away from me.

For a moment I hesitated, but then slowly removed my shirt then shoes and
socks and finally my pants and underwear and dived naked under the sheet.

"You can start" I announced after having covered myself from head to toe.

Inside my dim cocoon of cotton I heard rustles and felt bumps against the
mattress then the tender touch of his hand on my foot. Startled by the
unexpected tactic, I twitched involuntarily but then was soothed by the
affection of his caress.  His hands moved methodically towards my knee,
then a gush of blood into my penis as he reached my thigh.  His expert
fingers played along my inner thigh and around my hip but studiously
avoiding my throbbing penis that craved the contact that was withheld.  The
motion of his hand, however, disturbed the fabric covering me, making it
brush the head of my rampant penis in exquisite torture till a bead of
moisture oozed from the tip and spread through the sheet above. Had his
hand contacted my penis, even for an instant, I would have ejaculated
uncontrollably, but it did not.  Instead, he turned his attention to my
nipples, then my neck, cheeks, my forehead, my lips. He pinched one of my
nipples, making me gasp.

"Surrender" he whispered in my ear while nibbling me delicately making me
moan till his lips touched mine and silenced them.

Suddenly a noise at the door startled us and his sister's shrill voice
demanded to know why the door is closed.

"Go Away!" yelled Alberto

I jerked the sheet off my head and saw he too was completely naked. As he
grabbed for discarded clothes, I saw his erect penis. It was bigger than
mine, more dark and wreathed in tangle of jet black hair.  For an instant,
we froze and each stared at the beauty of the other. Our eyes darting to
the other's penis that, despite the shock, projected erectly from our
bodies.

We dressed hurriedly. I was desperate to flee this place but to do so I had
to pass through the living room where his sister watched disapprovingly.

'Hello,' she said, with a knowing smile that suggested she was aware of our
activity.

'Hello,' I stuttered in reply, flushed and avoiding her gaze as I hurried
across the room and into the silent, vacant entry. At the door my friend
placed a fleeting kiss upon my cheek.

"See you tomorrow" he called cheerily as I ran down the path to the gate. I
bolted back to home feeling very ashamed and sorry, yet a strange elation
surged within me as if something fundamental had changed.

At home, my mother asked me where I had been, and I replied that I was at a
friend's house looking at his sticker collection. Her inquisitive eyes
seemed not to believe me. Could she see from my face what I had done? Then,
after dinner, as I excused myself to go to bed she said,

"Did something happen to you this afternoon?

This shook me and I stammered that nothing had happened but I doubt she was
convinced. Is it true that mothers can read the faces of their children
like books?

I lay bed that night unable to sleep, then pulled off pajama pants, and I
masturbated fiercely twice in a row thinking of Alberto's naked body, and
imagining us embracing under the covers, rubbing our penises together.  At
midnight I woke from with an erection from an exotic dream and masturbated
again. In the morning, after waking, I did it once more unable to purge
these images from my head, and made my penis was red and sore.

At school I felt distracted and still could not put the events the previous
day out of my mind. I avoided Alberto and felt especially shamed by the
kiss on the cheek he gave me as we parted. Boys do not give kisses, I told
myself, perhaps he imagined me as a sort of girlfriend, but I was a boy?
Fags might do this but neither of us were that.

Finally, on leaving the school grounds, we met.

"I have not seen you all day." he said. "Are we still friends?" he added
holding out his hand. I could not refuse it. He held my hand a little
longer than necessary, enough so that the heat from it seemed to pass
through my arm and into my cheek and brought the

image of his naked body and his erect penis into my mind. I felt a
contraction again, all just in seconds.  I turned quickly to the friends I
had planned to walk with. They asked me if I had fought with Alberto and I
avoided their questions, as my mind was in turmoil. I thought I would die
of shame if they knew what had happened between us, Still I felt a sense of
joy inside me but did not know why. My mother noticed it immediately and
pronounced,

"Definitely something has happened to you. Tell me is there is a girl you
like? Are you

falling in love?

I denied it all but left her unpersuaded.  It was Friday afternoon and I
tried to do my weekend homework, but I could not concentrate. All I could
think about was how Alberto liked to touch me, and for me, how I liked that
touch.  Only after I masturbated again, could I finish my work.

On Saturday our whole family went to see relatives and all the time I was
worried that Alberto would phone and I would miss the call.  On Sunday
morning, I did not go play with my friends as unusual, but waited in
vain. By midafternoon I was deeply sad and feared Alberto had already
forgotten me. At last the phone rang and I ran to catch it and yes it was
him and he invited me to his home. He said parents and sister had gone out
and would not return until late at night. I told my mother I was invited to
Alberto's for tea. My mother was curious about my sudden friendship with
Alberto and then remembered that he had a sister who was very pretty, and a
companion of one of my sisters.

"Ah!" she said "It is his sister Alicia is not it?"

"Yes" I said "He has a sister" I replied, deflecting the question.  It was
not she in my thoughts when I masturbated. I quickly showered and put on my
clothes that I thought made me look my best. I also used a dash of cologne,
that did not go unnoticed by my mother who said smiling, as I left,

"You look handsome.  Alicia will like you".

Alberto greeted me and ushered me to his room, closed the door and locked
it and then gave me a kiss, this time on the lips.

"I thought about you since the other day" he said, as he led me to the bed.

"Do you want to look at the album or play likes the other day to see who
holds more tickling?" He looked at me questioningly.  "This time you do it
to me."

He took my silence for an answer and began to remove his clothes giving me
time to see his beautiful naked body and incipient erection before he
covered himself with the sheet.

"If you want, you can also undress, I cannot see you."  he said as his head
disappeared under the cloth.

I undressed, and I sat on the bed beside him and began to caress him as he
had done to me.  First with his feet and legs, then I stoked his chest and
erect nipples and began to sigh.

"You give up" I said.

"No, please don't stop" he begged.

The shape of his erect penis tented out the sheet, so I began to move the
cloth so that it would caress the sensitive skin. His penis began to weep
and moisten the fabric just as mine had done and I was thrilled at the
sensation I knew he must experiencing.  I rubbed his ears, forehead,
cheeks, and then his lips with mine as I reached down with my hand to his
penis. I needed to touch it, just as I had yearned for him to touch me. I
wrapped my hand gently around it, and began to masturbate him slowly until
he cried out.

 "I give up! I do not want cum!"

I removed my hand as he pulled back the sheet. I could see the tip of his
penis was wet, He looks at my erect penis and smiled,

"You also have hair too! You lied!"

I also smiled a little embarrassed.

"Now my turn to tickle, lie face down" he directed, then covered me with
the sheet and put his hand under it.

"You too will see how you're going to pay" he said as he began to stroke my
back. The feeling of his hand directly on my skin was much more exciting
than through the sheet. He worked slowly down my back, and pulled my arms
above my head, caressing my sides. I knew that he would go down to my
groin, and I both wished and feared it. His hand played some time around my
waist and then straight to the feet, tickling till I could not help
laughing. Then his finger trailed up my legs and to the inside of my thighs
and I opened to permit his touch.

When he caressed my buttocks I wanted to protest, but the feeling was so
pleasant I had no will to do it when his brushed my testicles. I had
scrubbed myself very well perhaps with some unconscious premonition of what
was happening.  He parted my cheeks and my body jerked in a moment of
panic. He withdrew his hand and kissed my soft buttocks. Then fingers
touched my lips and insinuated themselves into my mouth. I let him
penetrate my mouth, caressing them with my tongue, and I began to suck and
cover it with saliva.  Sensations crowded in and both fear and frenzy
fought each other

"No, no!"  I protested but did not stop him as his moistened finger played
on my anus gently caressing and teasing my shy recalcitrant muscle.

He hushed me whispering softly in my ear,

"Shhhhh , Relax. I will not hurt you".  At his entreaty, I calmed myself
and gave in to this strange new sensation as he continued to play on the
tender entry. I drew a little gasp as he pressed into me a little then
withdrew, moving his finger back to my lips to gather more lubricant,
making me an accomplice in his task.  The unfamiliar taste on his fingers
as I sucked did not repel me but the intimacy of our acts only thrilled me
more.

When his finger entered me completely it did really did not hurt. I sighed
as he began to slowly move it inside me and for the first time I knew the
wonder that would help define me to this day.  His other hand gently
stroked my testicles.  I lifted my rump, taking my penis off the sheet
allowing him to take it in his hand while the other sought still deeper
penetration.

His naked body brushed my side, and his penis pressed hard on my hip as he
began to

kiss and nibble my neck and ear,

"Ah yes!" he cooed triumphantly, "You like my finger in you, I knew you
would." , cum for me my pretty boy."

His finger sank deeper and deeper into me and I shot my semen violently
into the palm of his hand.

I closed my eyes and felt myself sinking into the bed but heard the cluck
of his tongue, I knew he was licking his hand.  As he withdrew his finger
from my hole, I turned my head looking for his lips, and I tasted my semen
on them.  With one last kiss, he got up and caressed my cheek saying he was
said returning right away.

 I now drifted into a doze but was roused by him stroking hair and, on
opening my eyes, saw he had brought a tray with tea, vanilla shakes,
juices, pastries, and chocolate. I politely began to eat what he had so
thoughtfully offered.  He asked me if I was fine, and smiled at me looked
at his penis and saw it was erect. I knew I had to do something. I put down
a pastry I was eating and sipped at a juice then I told him go on the
bed. I took his penis with one hand while with the other stroked his
testicles, and began to kiss his abdomen and finally dared to take his
penis into my mouth.  I devoured him with until that instant when he was to
cum. I pulled my mouth away, and the first spurt of his semen hit my face,
and those that followed spattered onto his chest and his belly. I licked
and swallowed the semen from his body and wiped my cheek with my hand and
put it to his lips.  Now both us have shared our most intimate fluids.

Then we ate our snack grinning at each other.  I dressed, and we sat on the
couch and together and watched an adventure film. I was at first annoyed
when his arm over my shoulders but then caught myself and relented with a
kiss. After the film he accompanied me to my house, and at the gate gave me
a long kiss and caressed my hair as I shook in his arms. This time I felt
no shame.

I entered my home very happy.

"This child is definitely in love" was the first comment of my mother.

However it took some time for me to fall asleep that night.  Remorse began
to creep through me and I felt very bad about some things that had occurred
and very confused. The kissing that I had only hours before liked so much,
now repelled me for being queer. I could not make Alberto take all the
blame, because I had initiated kisses too. Was it true what my mother said,
that I was in love? But could a boy make me feel like this? How could this
be? All I have ever known or been taught was that boys like girls.  What
frightened my most was the pleasure I felt when Alberto put his finger in
me.  Did I look like a girl? Did he like me only because he could enjoy me
like a girl? I deeply hated that idea, yet it excited me so much that I
masturbated imagining he made me love with his penis in me. Yet, after I
came, I felt even worse than before and for a long time could not fall
asleep until I vowed I would end the relationship.

The next day, Alberto sought me out at school. He seemed deliriously happy,
and he put one arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I
pushed him away very angry and afraid that a classmate might have seen
it. I told him that I would never go to his home and that I did not want to
see him ever. He froze, with eyes wide open in shock and disbelief. I could
not look at him a moment longer and walked swiftly away without looking
back.

The next day Alberto was not in school and I began to worry.  When he did
not appear for two more days, I was afraid something had happened to him. I
asked my sister to talk to Alicia to see what was wrong. That afternoon at
home she told me that Alberto was sick, and would not eat or drink but he
had no fever. My mother heard this and suggested we go see him, because he
was my friend. Both my sister and I went to his house with a plate of
cupcakes. His mother seemed pleased to see us and took us to his room. When
he saw me his eyes lit up. Together we ate the cakes and then played
cards. His mother seemed very pleased that we had cheered him up. When my
sister left the room to chat to Alicia, I took the opportunity to kiss him
on the cheek.

The next day we returned to his house and he said would go to school the
next day but his mother insisted he wait till to Monday, to ensure his
health was perfectly restored. Furthermore, his mother asked me to stay
with him Saturday afternoon when the rest of the family was to go to see
his grandparents to a nearby town. I knew this meant that we would be alone
together, and what would likely happen. I wanted it now and did not care
that it was queer.  After lunch that day, I showered, and made myself as
handsome as I could. My mother seemed a little surprised at my appearance
because she knew that Alicia was not going to be with us, but she said
nothing.

His family had gone before I arrived but they had left prepared food for
us.  He told me not to worry, that he would not kiss or do anything to me,
he just wanted to be my friend. Then he asked me what I wanted to play.

"Tickle" I said smiling and his eyes shone. It was I who approached him
this time, slowly wrapping my arms around his neck, then moved my lips to
his, and kissed him. I put his arms around my waist, and I asked him to
kiss me. He squeezed me hard, and with his tongue kissed we saw them do in
movies.

"Let's have a party" he said and closed the curtains, lit two candles, and
set out chips and nuts, also brought a sweet liqueur. It was the first time
I tasted alcohol, and a glass made me feel light headed. He put on some
romantic music and he took me in his arms and we danced like a pair of
lovers as his lips caressed my neck. This made our penises very hard and we
both needed more intimate contact.

"Can we play tickle dancing?" I asked.

"Oh Yes!" he replied, delighted and went for a sheet while I undressed.
Soon we were both naked wrapped in a single white cloth. Somehow we still
needed the sheet to hide us from the world, though inside it we were naked
and our bodies touched. I held the sheet around us freeing his hands to
play over my whole body, arms, neck, chest, abdomen, waist, legs, buttocks,
nipples, penis and testicles. I thrilled as his expert fingers roamed my
body, sometimes gently and sometimes roughly, till I could stand it no
more.  I stopped moving and rested my head on his neck and pressed tightly
against his body,

"I surrender", I said, pressing my hard penis against his intending to cum
but, to my surprise, he slapped me and turned me around and thrust his
penis between my thighs, as he pinched my nipples nibbled my neck.

"Let me cum!"  I begged, as he thrust against me and then I felt his warm
cum shooting between my thighs and I immediately begin to ejaculate
myself. I came for the first time without being touched. We both dropped on
the floor.

"Lick me while I lick you" he said.  "We do not want to stain."

I thought I was going to dislike this but I did not.  I saw it as a symbol
of our love that somehow erased the sin of orgasm.



We lay on the couch in each other's arms when my mother called me and told
me they were going out and would get me about 11 pm so I we would still
have hours to play. If she only knew the games we were playing!

He suggested to play a game in which he would be a pirate and I was his
prisoner. He bound my wrists together and tied them with a rope to a
ceiling beam, forcing me to stand on the tip of my toes.  Then he said he
was going to torture me and started beating me with a toy sword toy on my
back, legs, and ass that made me feel strangely excited.  "Like it?"  he
said with a grin as he played with my erect penis. He then brought a large
mirror and put it to see me naked and bound.  That excited me even more,
and he too was erect.  Though I begged for him to let me go, he only hit me
harder saying he would only release me when my penis came down, because, if
it was hard, it was because I liked what I did. He also hit my inner thighs
and the penis and testicles, though very gently. Even so my penis did not
go down but if anything became more erect.

At last he started to caress me and collect the fluid leaking from my penis
and pressed it to my lips.  Then he stuck a finger in the mouth, and
lubricated with my saliva got me slowly in my ass, I was squirming and
asking him to let go. Then he did something that no expected. He separated
my buttocks with his hands and his tongue licked my hole. I found that
unbelievable and started to moan with pleasure.  Then he grabbed my penis
said he was going to make me cum. He spread me again and with his tongue in
my hole and his hands barely stroking my cock I came looking in the mirror
and crying like a little girl. After cleaning my penis with his tongue, he
untied me, and forced me to my knees and to suck and swallow all his semen.

Exhausted but all this activity but still we still had an hour before my
parent would come. We dressed and tidied the room giggling at our
adventures and then spread ourselves on the couch in each other arms and
watched television till we heard the sound of a car in the drive.

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