Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 10:14:57 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: BEST FRIENDS CHAPTER 2

		BEST FRIENDS - Part II
		-------------------------------

Chapter 10
---------------

Jim then related Frankie, in more or fewer details, what Tomas had told to
his wife Rosemary, in the previous chapters. As Jim was telling Frankie the
story, he could not stop some tears coming out from his eyes; then he
asked:

       "Why Tomas took so long to find our dad that terrible night? They
only lived three blocks away."

       "Because when he left his house, frightened and injured as he was,
he turned on the left, so he ran nearly the whole village before he met
dad."

       "That was only until he was ten, but I suppose there is more from
that time on."

       "Yes, you are right. Some I can guess, some I know thru my friend's
grandma, and some directly from Tomas. That will be the subject for another
night; we must sleep now because tomorrow we have to get up early for
school; besides, I suppose next week will be an exciting and busy one."
Frankie was with his mouth agape of Jim's revelations.

       "You say directly from Tomas? Did you talk to him? Does he know..."
Jim interrupted his smart younger brother.

       "Yes. When I was ten, in a moment we were alone in Robert's house
with his grandma, she told me many things. Yet, I had to keep my mouth
shut; otherwise, she wouldn't tell me anything else.

       "And how happened Tomas told you about...?" Jim stopped him,
however, Frankie insisted. "Please, Jim, please, at least answer me this
question." He pleaded.

       "OK. Like now, we liked to play near the rail station. It was close
to sunset on a hot summer day. I was playing alone trying to hit a pigeon
with my hand-made rubber catapult; two 12 y/o old boys wanted it, so I
attacked one of them trying to escape. The other boy hit me on the shoulder
and I fell on the ground; as he was going to beat me again, I saw how two
strong arms lifted them out of me, saying:

       "You should be ashamed of attacking a ten y/o little boy. Go away
otherwise you'll feel my hand on your butts." The boys immediately ran
away; then he extended his hand and lifted me up. "Are you alright, Jim?" I
stared into his eyes and I saw dad's ones. I don't know, but I felt
comforted by those familiar eyes, so I said:

       "I'm alright, thanks big-brother." He looked at me tenderly, he
seemed not surprised, and he pulled me to his side. Then he gave me his
handkerchief to clean my face ruffling my hair. Then he said:

       "You are a brave boy and I suppose you are thirsty." I did not know
what to say, however, I told what I first thought at that moment.

       "Not braver than you when you were my age." He knew then I had found
out something.  He pushed me again against his side. He took my hand and we
entered the station canteen; it felt great, I glared at him smiling.

       "Please Carlos, give me two orange refreshments." How did he know
what I liked most?  I thought to myself. Carlos, a friend of his, watched
us in complicity. We sat in a corner near a window facing the rail
tracks. I was near the wall and very close to him, our hips touching. He
poured the refreshment into two glasses and gave one to me. He smiled as he
gave a sip.

       "Does dad know that you know what...? I grinned with the difficult
sentence and gladly sighed as he admitted we were brothers without making
any fuss. I put my right arm on his back and he placed his left on my
shoulders.

       "No. He doesn't." Then I felt how he kissed my head. I melted and I
think my eyes blurred as I asked, "Why, why...why shall I hide that you are
my big brother? He sighed again and pulled our bodies together.

       "Jim, you are too young to understand now. This is a stupid society
with stupid rules and we are obliged to accept them if we want to live
here." I thought for a moment, and after taking a sip of my refreshment, I
said.

       "I hate this way of life. When I grow I'll fly away to some place
where I have the freedom to express to my brother what..." I stopped. I
think he guessed what I was trying to say because he pulled me against him
and ruffled my hair again.
       .
       "Jim, I love you and our brother, too. You surely will grow and
perhaps have the opportunity of freely expressing your wonderful
feelings. Believe me, it is very hard for me to see you and Frankie playing
in the street and could not raise you to my arms, hug and kiss you both as
I do to my children. You are my true family."

       "Tomas, can I, can I... hug you? He looked at me, and before he
could say anything, I stood hugged him as I do to you, Frankie. He hugged
me back. We remained for a few minutes together, and then he said:

       "Jim, it is dark; you better go home; I don't want dad to worry
about you. I know from experience how is him about his sons. I smiled at
understanding. I then asked him:

       "Tomas, can I see you some time? I would like to be and talk to
you." He thought for a moment and then said.

       "We should not give people the opportunity for gossips, so you must
be careful as I was for years with dad. My Company will take over a
contract to build some high-voltage lines in this area. I'll let you know
so we can chat in the open." We set up encounters without witnesses to talk
about everything. Please, don't argue now because we need to sleep."

       "Ok, I take your word that you will tell me the rest. Good nights,
big bro." Frankie jumped onto his bed and a few minutes later, they were
asleep.

Frankie was having a pretty dream. They were on a lovely green hill, naked
like the angels painted on the church; their heads crowned with flowers and
they had wings. He was giving his right hand to Tomas that now was a little
boy; he kissed him on the lips and then he gave his right hand to Jim. They
were flying from one hill to another, Tomas was telling them:

       "I'm now like you, a little boy." They formed a ring in the skies as
good brothers. They could see under them many villages, fields with oranges
trees. They had long hair as dad liked Tomas to have. Soon discovered a
beautiful field covered with yellow and red flowers; as they approached,
could notice they were daisies and red poppies. In the centre of the field
surrounded by flowers, there was a beautiful angel, also naked, sat down on
a rock; his face leaning on his hand and his elbow on his knee; it seemed
he was looking for something on the floor or thinking because his head was
bent. He looked sad. They landed near him and asked why he was so sad;
sobbing and without raising his angelical face, he said:

       "Because I have lost my beautiful friend to whom I worshipped with
all my heart: I cannot live without his presence. I have searched for him
in all fields with flowers but I could not find him. Did you see him?"

       "Well, we don't know. How is he and which is his name?" Tomas
asked. The angel without moving answered:

       "He is the most beautiful being in the Heaven, everybody likes him;
his name is Frankie." Jim took him from the shoulders and lifted his chin;
the angel was John. His eyes blurred with tears.

       "You don't need to continue searching for him; he is in front of
you!" He turned his head, as he saw Frankie he went into his arms and they
cuddled in a tight embrace. John hugged like flags him and then all four,
hand in hand, went flying from one cloud to another; their hairs moved by
the wind. Suddenly Frankie lost his wings and he started falling down to
the earth, he could not call John to help him, and then..."

       "Frankie, Frankie; come on, we'll be late in the school!" Come on,
wake up and get dressed!" Frankie looked at his brother rubbing his eyes.

       "Oh Jim, it was so wonderful!"

       "What was so wonderful?

       "A dream, we were... well, never mind, it only was a dream." He got
up, washed and combed his hair. Quickly he had his breakfast and rushed to
the school, the last boys were entering, so he joined them. He looked for
his friend and spotted him sat on their two-seat desk in the first row,
normally he did on the second. He could only hear or see him; he was there
looking at him bordered by a white light and beaming like the angels of his
dream. He was so beautiful... He sighed as he approached him. He would have
kissed him right there, but something was telling him he could not. A word
brought him to reality.

       "Good morning, Frankie". John stood up to move to his seat, their
faces almost touched; then slowly John said, "I love you." Frankie blushed
because he realised he was in the middle of the classroom; however, as they
sat down he took John's hand and pressed it against his naked thigh. John
caressed his friend smooth leg and immediately he withdrew his hand.

       "Good mornings, John" They started and concentrated on their duties
until adjourned for the light lunch. In those times, school normally
started at 8:30 am until 14:30 pm, with a break of an hour at 11:00 for a
light lunch, Monday to Friday. They rushed to the door and ran to the
little forest to pee. They could see each other dick; still with some
remaining from the morning excitement. Frankie took his friend's hand
saying:

       "I like you, John. I want to be with you; I miss you all the time."

       "Frankie, you are so great..." I could not help myself and kissed
Frankie on the lips, just a peck because we could not risk some other boy
could see us kissing. "I like you, too. I would want to be with you, to
have you near me all the time." After a pause, Frankie said.

       "I have great news, John! Mr Hermann has appointed my dad as General
Director of the new Secondary School project, promoted by him. He's going
to pay a visit to your dad because he needs to ask him for his advice. The
school will open in three years time; now my dad and mom will be in charge
of developing the project. We'll have a new house. Mr Hermann is preparing
everything; he gave Jim and me a banknote of 1000 pesetas. I'll buy a bike
so I can go to the farm more often."

       "That's marvellous Frankie! I think my dad was planning to buy a
bike for each family for our birthday; so you can keep your money for
something else."

       "Oh no John, that wouldn't be fair. We'll improve a lot because they
will pay my dad three times what he gets now. I have more news that is
important, but I cannot tell you now because Francis and the twins are
approaching, only that I find you irresistible and had this morning the
most beautiful dream about you and Jim."

       "That must be fantastic, can't you tell me?"

       "Not now." The twins arrived and Manuel asked:

       "What was that dream about, Frankie?"

       "Well, like all dreams, fantastic." Manuel looked at them puzzled,
he said:

       "I have news for you. Louis and I discovered a way to suck each
other at the same time." That caught the attention of all boys, including
little Francis that had just arrived. All kept silence as he
continued. "Last Saturday night, Louis came to sleep in my bed. We were
prepared to suck each other; I was on top of him and we started kissing as
we have learnt.  However, I had a cold and I could not breathe thru my
nose, I turned to take a handkerchief, so my legs were over his head and my
head on his groin." Louis interrupted him.

       "Yes. As he was getting it I found in front of me his dick, only a
couple of centimetres from my nose, then I stopped Manuel moving and asked
him: "What do you have in front of you?" Manuel continued:

       "I had his hard dick just near my mouth, so I pushed his butt to me
and I engulfed it, and he did the same with mine. We spent a great time, we
made it three times in different positions and we can tell you we enjoyed a
lot. Wasn't it, Louis?"

       "Oh yes, it was." We all got hard, so I said:

       "We must return to the school. You guys are very clever for
everything, except for school. Congratulations!" They beamed in
delight. The other boys prized them with thanks for what they had
discovered. Later on, before we left for the farm, Frankie told me:

       "Please, John, can you borrow a picture of little Joan?" He
surprised me.

       "What do you want it for?"

       "I can't tell you right now, but I promise I'll return it to you
next Saturday."

       "Ok, I'll ask my sister. You are having a lot of secrets lately,
aren't you?"

       "Yes, I am; but please, trust me." He smiled at me and I melted in
those beautiful eyes.  We said goodbye and we left for the farm. That night
after dinner and I listen to some music I went to bed. I could not stop
thinking about the kiss I gave to my best friend, and his beautiful eyes
were not surprised. "I love him." I thought. My dick was hard and I felt
the need for a release; so I started jerking it off until the nice feeling
overtook my body. I abandoned myself to that lust and I drifted to
sleep. Tuesday was an uneventful day, except the visit to the little forest
and a quick kiss that I received from Frankie on my lips that took me to
heaven. I gave him little Joan's picture, he observed it carefully and
kissed it.

       "Do you like him?" I asked. To my surprise, he answered:

       "Of course I like him." Was I jealous? Because he immediately added,
"Yes I love him, but in a different way as I do to you. You are my angel,
my best friend and my lover. Don't ever forget that." I could not say
anything because the twins just arrived at that moment. My heart was full
of joy. He called me his lover, and that was wonderful! That night I beat
my prick furiously several times thinking of him. However, he had his
reasons. That night after they had dinner, Frank, Margaret, Jim and Frankie
sat on the old couch, it was a cold night and they had sat up a good
fire. Frankie sat near his dad on the left; and Jim on the right of his
mom. Frank then said:

       "Well, it seems everything has started: we received a message from
the Ministry of Education by which mom and I are considered in a special
assignment; so, from next Monday two new teachers will take over our tasks
in the school. We had a meeting with Mr Hermann, and he suggested we add a
new member to the Petit Committee in the representation of the future
students; the Mayor suggested Michael, and we all accepted as the best, so
I must contact him. I hope he accepts. Our house will have three bedrooms
and a bathroom upstairs.  Downstairs will be dining room; living room;
kitchen and a large room as library and office. Is there any suggestion?"
Then Margaret said:

       "Frank, if possible, a little toilette should be installed
downstairs, it would be very useful."

       "Mom is right, dad. I would also suggest a hut in the backyard to
keep the car, bikes and tools."

       "Good idea, Jim," Frankie said. Dad put down our suggestions to
instruct the builder.  Then he said:

       "Now the family items come. Jim, do you still wish to become a
chef?"

       "Oh, yes, dad; if you don't mind," He enthusiastically said.

       "Jim, this isn't a question if I mind or not; it is your decision
and choice. That will be an important career and you have to make many
sacrifices and efforts; however, if you are ready to accept them, tomorrow
you will come with me to pay a visit to Mr Hermann; he has some news for
you. Therefore, you have all night to think about it."

       "Ok, dad. It is my dream." Frank then addressed to Frankie.

       "Frankie, you are still very young, but if you insist on becoming a
good MD we must start immediately. The Secondary School will be ready in
three years time, so if you change your mind and want to study a technical
career, you will be able to start here, otherwise, you must go to a
boarding school in the capital city, at least Monday to Friday."

       "Dad, I want to become a good medical doctor, if possible a
surgeon. John also wants that, and I would like to be together with
him. I'm sure he will have the same opinion as I have."

       "It pleases me a lot that you share the same opinion with John, but
what I want to know is your real will." Frankie thought for a moment, as he
murmured for himself. "If my lover changes his mind..."

       "Dad, this is my opinion at this moment. I don't know if I'll change
in the future."

       "You are right, son; you are too young, yet I'll take it, you may
change and that wouldn't make any serious disturbance to our plans. Once
this is clear, and after discussing with mom, this is my proposal to
you. We have received a message from the JJ Group. After three years, they
have called to admit 20 boys for next years; the main requisite is to be 12
y/o during next year and pass a hard examination to test every applicant's
intelligence and application. Their school is the best in the city, not to
mention the institutions they have in the rest of the country and in Europe
and America. They offer a scholarship that covers 90% of the cost. Little
works that the boys perform in the school covers the rest. The school is
absolutely boarding, that means that any boy studying there would leave the
school only on holidays and under special circumstances. Their aim is to
take these boys to become priests for their Order; however, they never
oblige anyone to that; only 1% of boys continue to reach ecclesiastical
graduation." At that moment, Jim intervened:

       "Dad, I have seen many boys in there. Are all of them for the
priesthood?"

       "Oh no; only a few boys choose that career. They are boys belonging
to very rich families that pay a lot of money to educate their children in
this prestigious school. Think that this Institution is one of the best and
most expensive in this country. The boys thus educated, will reach high
positions in society. They also have to pass an examination, however, no as
hard as those who will pay nothing. They prefer the cleverest boys for
their Order, even among the paying students. Next Saturday I'll take copies
of the last models used three years ago. I'll test the twins, John and you,
Frankie; so please don't say anything, especially to the twins. They are
bright boys, but prefer the farm and especially the music; so if they know
the test is to send them to a school outside the village, sure they will do
things bad on purpose.

       "Don't worry dad; even I won't tell John."

       "Ok. Now, something that affects this family and I have been
postponing for a long time until you were old enough." Frank paused for a
moment, perhaps waiting for any question, however, all kept silence as he
continued: "Frankie, you told me that you felt something special when Tomas
hugged you. You asked me and I kept silent because I wanted to talk first
to mom." He looked into his younger son's eyes and found no surprise; he
then continued: "Jim, Frankie; Tomas is your half-brother." Both boys were
not surprised because they knew it already, nevertheless, they hugged his
father tenderly, and then Jim said:

       "Dad, it isn't a surprise for us; I know it since some time ago and
I told it to Frankie last Saturday. Most of the old people suspect it, and
some know it for certain." Frank was not also surprised; he expected their
sons would have asked about it, however, they had waited for his
initiative. Frankie stood up and ran upstairs; in half a minute he returned
with two pictures, he showed one of them to his dad, after watching it he
passed it to his wife. He murmured:

       "He's my little angel Joan!" Then he kissed the picture. The boys
got surprised at that moment. Frankie asked him.

       "Dad, do you know him?"

       "Of course, my son, I do. He doesn't know I'm his grandpa; however,
since he was four, as soon as he sees me in the farm, even if he is
playing, he leaves the others and runs to my arms to kiss and hug me. His
brother and sister ask him why he does this, his only answer is, "I don't
know, I love him." No one got a different answer from the little angel."
Then Frankie showed his father the old picture when he was a little
child. The resemblance was evident, and John had confused them. "I didn't
know about our resemblance; certainly, my Tom cannot say that this is not
his son." All laughed and Frankie kept the pictures. He continued.

       "By the way, last week before Mr Hermann came, your brother Tomas
offered me to pay for all your studies in the city, so you might become an
electrical engineer. He said, "Dad, I'm ready to pay everything for Jim's
studies in case he wanted to become an electrical engineer; lately, he
could join my company; though all this is in case you accept and he likes
it. Above all, I want to help my brothers." Jim sighed; he knew the
proposal and he had told his brother he would think it about.

       "Dad, now it is not necessary, however, he has demonstrated the
affection for us and I must personally thank him. I'll do next Sunday."

Chapter 11
--------------

The following day Frank and Jim went to pay a visit to Mr Hermann. They
entered the luxury office and a couple of minutes later the old man
appeared:

       "Good morning, gentlemen; thanks for coming." He shook hands with
Frank and Jim; the boy was shocked; the man was very educated. He thought
he had a lot to learn." The man, after a pause asked Jim, "James, are you
determined to become a good chef?"

       "Yes Sir, I am, if it is possible."

       "I like straight answers. Well, in that case, I must tell you that I
have good news for you.  I have contacted my friends in France and
Switzerland, regarding your wishes, and these are the results. a) To enter
in that special school you must speak French fluently, therefore I have
arranged a boarding Secondary School in Orleans (France); and as a special
favour, they will admit you once they have started; therefore, your efforts
will be higher than the rest of the boys.  Do not worry; most of them are
in your special circumstances to learn French. This school is very
efficient and selective; with a very large experience. You will meet boys
coming from very high-class society. Next year in October, they would
transfer you to Switzerland, also in a boarding school; there, you will
continue your education." He paused.

"Our main goal is to convert you into a first-class European Chef. It is a
very restricted one, and they only admit a few students every year. The
most famous hotels and restaurants of the world go there trying to get one
of its Cooks when they finish their studies, even some of them receive so a
good offer that they leave the school before finishing. My recommendation
is you remain in there until you get your diploma. As you can see, that
will mean to be far away from your family and friends. The question is, are
you ready to accept these hard conditions?" Jim kept silence for a moment,
then, stared at his dad for reassurance, but he received a gaze of
confirmation.

       "Yes Sir, I'm ready. I won't disappoint you." The man stood up,
shook Jim's hand and said:

	"I know you will not." Then addressing to Frank he said, "The
departure for France has been arranged so that the boy must be in Orleans
in ten days, on Sunday 3rd November. You do not need to buy him any
clothes, only a pyjama and his normal casual clothes; as soon as he arrives
there, someone from the school will take him for shopping, providing him
with all he may need and had not been previously purchased. This will be
the last time he will hear Spanish until he comes for holidays in summer
next year; before going to Switzerland." The old man paused again.

	"Frank, a travel ticket with the return is also ready for you, to
accompany your son.  Someone from the School will be at the Airport to pick
you up. Also, a hotel reservation has been provided for you in Orleans
until you see your son settled down." He then extracted a card from a
drawer and gave it to Frank. "Tomorrow you must go to this travel agency in
the city to arrange passports and everything. They will do in details."
Obviously, father and son did not know what to say, they were overwhelmed.

       "Thank you very much, Sir. I don't know how..." He interrupted
Frank.

       "Frank, you deserve that, it is the time that someone pays you back
for what you have done along with your life. I am happy to be myself the
one to reward you in the person of your son." As he saw a blur in Frank
eyes, he added, "Now you have a lot to do. I'll see you next Monday." He
again extended his hand to Frank and Jim. They say goodbye and left the
house.  Then Jim said:

       "Dad, I would like to travel by train, it is safer than by air; you
can return by air if you like it." Frank thought for a moment, he argued:

       "In that case, we have to advance the departure and advise the
school. Sure, they will not mind. I'll see this with the Travel Agency. We
must be there on Sunday 3rd November."

The weekend approached and we had planned to advance the boys' birthday
celebration in order Jim could attend. Frankie told me all about his
brother's departure, we were a little sad because Jim would leave us, but
on the other hand, we were very happy because Frankie would stay overnight
on Saturday. Dad went every morning to take all boys to school in our
little pickup. Jim told him he would himself prepare the Sunday lunch for
all of the families; he gave a list of all items he would need. Saturday
early morning dad went to the village and picked Frankie up, he just had
gotten up. I was finishing my milk when I saw Frankie running to my
house. I was still on sleepers, shorts and shirt; this time he came into
the house before I could open the door. I watched his beautiful figure
running to me, I opened my arms and I hugged my lover very tight. He then
went into the kitchen to greet mom:

       "Mom, we'll stay in my room; if the twins come, please tell them I'm
still in bed." Mom moved her head but I did not see her; only I wanted to
be with my boy. I took Frankie's hand and we rushed upstairs. We entered
the room and I locked the door; we took each other hands and I looked into
those beautiful eyes. I could not resist. This time I watched his lovely
lips and we started kissing passionately. We slowed down so we sat down on
our heels on the carpet.  As a natural, our shorts went up near our loins
leaving exposed our full thighs. I felt his right hand massaging and
rubbing my legs as I did the same to him.

       "I love you, John, I could not think in anything different than this
moment."

       "Frankie, I miss you every moment!" Again, we started petting, our
tongues mixing. We were very excited.

       "John, let's go to the bed." We undressed in seconds. Our dicks were
as hard as two electrical poles. He lay on his back and I went on top of
him. Our tongues again savouring our saliva; but I wanted to see his face,
his hair, his little dimple. "My god, how I love this boy!" I thought.

       "Shall we suck as the twins said?" I asked.

       "I prefer we rub each other our crotches because in this way I have
your pretty face in front of me." We started touching again, on the lips,
on the chest, on every part as our crotches were grinding. Soon that
wonderful feeling arrived, as our bodies became one, our breathing stopped
and we hugged very tightly with a loud moan of pleasure. Yet, we needed
more. Our young bodies refilled immediately and our dicks did not go limp.

       "It has been wonderful John, but I still need more. What about you?"
I looked at my sweet friend tenderly.

       "I adore you, Frankie, you are my lover or whatever is called."
Then, I began sucking his nipples and lapped his armpits, he laughed in
that pitchy beautiful voice as my tongue produced ticklish. I turned down
and I started licking and sucking his thighs. He was doing the same to me
as we were in a 69 position. Soon I retrieved and started sucking his ball
sack that now was soft and his balls hanging. I sucked both at the same
time and I felt the warmth of his mouth as he engulfed my entire pack
inside his mouth. Half a minute later, I found in front of me his beautiful
rock hard dick. Firstly, I sucked the head, hearing low moans from Frankie
as he had my dick in his mouth. We started sucking eagerly; our dicks had
increased the size a lot during the past months; his cock almost reached my
throat, however, I sucked it and I noticed how it expanded into my mouth as
we were close to our dry climax. We increased our pace and suddenly our
breaths stopped, and a tremendous orgasm hit our young bodies. We were
gasping for air, nevertheless, when we recovered our breathings we started
again sucking until I felt his gorgeous dick was almost limp. Then I turned
and I lay near Frankie; we smiled and started caressing tenderly each
other. I rubbed his hair and chest.

       "It was good, wasn't it?"

       "Yes, it was very good indeed."

       "You haven't told me your dream, Frankie."

       "Yes, you are right, my lover." I smiled as I gazed that beautiful
face; I rubbed his smooth face with the back of my hand several times and
he responded in the same manner.  "Shall I continue?"

       "Oh yes, little friend." Again he smiled and again I started petting
him."

       "I'm getting hard again, so let me finish." I nodded with a little
peck on his red lips. I could not help doing it. "Well, the dream was so
real that it is carved on my brains." He then related what he had told
Jim. "Jim woke me up; it was late for school." I was so happy to hear his
dream that I sat on the bed and I told him.

       "I'm your angel; please hug me as you did in your dream." He placed
himself behind me, put his arms under my armpits reaching my chest; I could
feel his rock dick on my butt. He started kissing my neck, my ears and my
face. I could not resist that. I turned and I pushed him on his back on the
bed. We started caressing again, our tongues swirled inside our mouths as
saliva mixed. "Part of your dream has come true, the rest will take place
next spring, because I know the place, and in May it will be as you have
described it." Our dicks were together, so I took both in a grip of my hand
and started jerking them off. Frankie moaned, but I wanted to eat him, to
lick and suck every part of him; I bent over and again we started rubbing
our bodies; our crotches were wet with our precum and saliva. I straddled
him and he straddled me, always rubbing our bodies as two hot snakes. Since
we had come twice, it took a few minutes our lovemaking; however, the
longer it took the stronger our dry orgasm was. I think we screamed in
pleasure when the point of no return came to us. I was on top of him, we
were sweating and gasping as I pushed down and he arched his hips. We
collapsed after such large exercise. I slipped to his side and we remained
in silence for some minutes, near asleep with our eyes closed. I heard his
pitchy voice:

       "I worship you, my gorgeous angel." He pecked tenderly my lips.

       "I adore you, my beautiful lover. We better get up, wash and go
downstairs, I am hungry again."

       "Me too, I only had a glass of milk when your dad came." As we got
up from the bed, I watched his beautiful figure and those lovely little
globes how they wiggled when he walked.  "Frankie you have the most
adorable butt cheeks I ever saw." He laughed, and then said:

       "Would you like to fuck them?"

       "To fuck you... How? You have not a cunt." I said with perplexity.

       "But I have a hole, and believe me: it is very nice to do it."

       "How do you know it?" I asked him as we were walking up to the
bathroom.

       "Jim told me all about, he has done it with his best friend."

       "Did he do to you, as well?"

       "No, well... I asked him to try but he rejected the idea. He has a
large and thick prick.  He told me it would hurt because I had never done
it before; in addition, he believes it is not correct doing it between
brothers. He called it with a word that I can't remember. He advised me to
do it with you because you have not as large and thick cock as he
has. However, a friend of his said his brother, now 20 y/o, started fucking
him when he was our age. If a man does it slowly the pain diminishes, once
it is done a few times the virginity is gone and you can fuck anytime
without any problem or pain."

       "It seems you are aware of the procedure to follow."

       "I would never cheat you."

       "We can try it tonight. Will it hurt? I don't want to ever harm
you."

       "I'll do anything that you wish to do to me. You can do it to me and
I'll do it to you; so we can experience in both ways. Nevertheless, we'll
need olive oil or Vaseline to lube us, so we don't get sore."

       "Frankie, forcedly I must worship you, you are so tender, so
sweet..."

       "I like you too, my angel." We cleaned, dressed and went downstairs
to repeat our breakfast.

We went into the kitchen and asked mom about the milk, she motioned us a
large pot full of fresh one; then I took some and put it to heat.

       "I'll prepare the toasts as I do every morning to mom and dad,"
Frankie said. He expertly cut four bread slices and placed them on a
grill. "Have you got olive oil and honey?" When he named that, I could not
help but be feeling my dick jerk into my trousers; he was so adorable and
efficient... He smiled at me, he looked to the living room, and watching
nobody could see us, he kissed me on the lips. "You must behave yourself;
your mom can see us and the tent on your fly." I blushed.

       "I don't mind. We are not doing anything wrong; I just can't help
watching you." He giggled, he wanted my kisses but he felt unsure what mom
would say. However, I was mad about him, we were living our little
honeymoon for the first time after we declared each other our love; we were
together and enjoying it. Still today, after many years, I cannot explain
to myself why we cared so much each other. Certainly, he was a very pretty
boy and, as he said, I was too. We were happy and liked one another so deep
and so hard that, in those moments, I would have done anything to keep
him. Sometimes, awoken in my bed after satisfying my dick, I was terribly
frightened only thinking he would not love me; fortunately, it never
happened.

He started putting olive oil and honey on the toasts; I put my right arm on
his shoulders and lapped him on his left cheek. He tilted his head to the
living room, and for a fraction of a second, he met mom's stare at us. He
blushed but said nothing. He put the milk into two large bowls and the
toasts on a plate. I took the toasts to the table and he did with the
bowls; however, he placed them on one side, so that our backs were against
the wall. He peeked in the direction of the living room, then, quickly he
took me from behind and bit my neck. I squirmed in delight giggling. As we
heard steps, we sat down and started to eat our breakfast as two good
friends.

In those times, trousers' legs were very wide, so I started wondering my
right hand on his uncovered and smooth thighs as he did to me with his left
hand. I moaned in pleasure when he arrived at my loin and touched my
erected cock covered by the underwear, as I did to him. We stopped drinking
the milk and I thought if no one arrived, we would have spat the milk on
the table since our young bodies were very excited. We heard mom coming, so
we restored our position and finished our breakfast. "Let's go and see
Francis," I said.

       "No. We can't go; we must wash up the dishes and dry them." I forgot
he made this task every day in his home, as my mom always did in mine. I
learnt many things from him that would serve me in my life. I adored
him. "Definitely I have fallen in love with this beautiful boy." I thought
the best thing was that he adored me, too. I felt the happiest soul in the
whole world.  We met my dad when we were leaving; we greeted him and
continued to Francis' home. Dad entered the house and greeted mom; he
noticed she was sad.

       "What's the matter, my beautiful wife?"

       "I'm worried, Michael."

       "Why are you worried, my flower?"

       "Because I think your surname won't continue after Johnny's
generation."

       "I suppose you have a strong reason to say that. Is he sick?"

       "Oh no, as far as I know, he is a strong and healthy boy."

       "Then, why?" In those times, the word gay had not the same meaning
as unfortunately has today.

       "Well... I think he's homosexual." She said it reluctantly with
blurred eyes. "I have watched him and Frankie and they behave like a couple
in his honeymoon. You know what I mean."

       "Oh... it is that!" My dad said. She looked puzzled to him; he took
his wife in his arms and kissed her passionately. "Do you think I am
homosexual?"

       "Of course not, my husband, you have demonstrated it many times
along our lives."

       "Maria, when your little breasts started coming out, didn't you feel
that you wanted to love another girl?"

       "Well, I don't remember."

       "They are now in that stage; awakening up to a new life. They are
discovering friendship and sexual interaction with other beautiful
beings. Our luck is great because he has found a partner to whom he gives
his heart and trust, and what is most important, Frankie thinks the same
about him too. They like each other because they are the closest beings. In
addition, there is not any difference in beauty between a boy and a girl at
his age. Sometimes the worst can happen. Looking for that friendship, a boy
or girl could find an adult who may abuse their confidence; because of
that, I said we are lucky. We must leave them to live their young fantasy,
even to help them to enjoy it, if necessary."

       "Are you mad, my man?" She said astonished.

       "No, I'm not." He took his wife's hand and dragged her to the sofa;
he pecked her tenderly as he continued. "Maria, I went thru that stage more
than 55 years ago; I can remember it as it was now. Frank and I were as
close as they are, even, I would say, much more. We did sexual things that
you would consider as truly homosexual. Fortunately, we had each other. As
time passed, our friendship developed to strong bonds, even harder than two
brothers did. Little by little, we forgot our sexual interactions, except
sporadic shows for fun. As you have seen, he is my closest friend with whom
I had shared all my secrets, except those that related to us. He would, in
any case, reject to share any personal secret referred to us unless they
were necessary to help us."

       "Do you think they are the same?" My mother asked.

       "Absolutely; however, I'll talk to them so they limit their petting
only into the house."

       "I don't think it is necessary. Leave things as they are." Dad said
nothing, but he was determined to talk to us."

Chapter 12
--------------

We went to Francis' home and we met him outside.

       "Where are the twins?"

       "They are still sleeping together in Manuel's." We laughed because
we knew why they were still in bed." We entered Francis's home and my
sister Rosemary hugged us.

       "Is Tomas at home?" I asked.

       "Yes, he is in the living room. We entered where my brother-in-law
was. He was sat down examining some papers still in pyjama with the upper
part open showing his strong muscles. I wondered why he wanted to see him,
so I let him go inside the room; I was behind him, then he stopped at the
doorframe, when Tomas saw him he left the papers, they gazed each other for
a moment, then Tomas opened his arms and Frankie ran into them as we did in
my room. Little Francis and I were dumbfounded. Tomas started caressing
Frankie's hair and kissed him on the forehead.

       "My little Frankie! My beautiful little brother!" Frankie had hugged
Tomas putting his arms around his waist and was rubbing his hairy chest.

       "I like you, Tomas; why didn't you tell me it before" Tomas watched
us standing at the door. I could see the water in his eyes. He opened his
arms again and little Francis and I dropped inside them. He then tenderly
separated us; he caressed his son and me, saying:

       "Francis, John; Frankie is my little brother." We opened our mouth
in disbelief as he continued. "I'll explain you later. Sorry my son, but I
couldn't tell you it before because you were too young."

       "Dad, then I have two uncles." We heard my sister's voice behind us.

       "No Francis, you have now three uncles. Do you forget Jim? Francis
hugged his new uncle.

       "Now it is clear how brave Jim defended me from two boys of his age
that were teasing me some days ago. He made them run. I asked why he fought
for me; he said it was his obligation." Francis' dad hugged us again, my
sister then added:

       "Frankie, today you'll have lunch here with your family. John,
please, tell dad and mom that they will have lunch here with all of
us. I'll tell the girls and little Joan also. We must celebrate this
reunion."

       "Ok sister. Let's go boys." After saying mom and dad about the
lunch, we ran to the barn, it was cold outside. Francis sighed and said:

       "Uncle John, can we have fun with sex?" I looked at my lover and he
nodded. We were eager again to start our mutual petting."

       "It is a good idea Francis, but it is cold and we cannot get naked."
He looked disappointed. I had done nothing, except beating myself since
many days back, but suddenly I said, "Wait a minute." I went to a corner of
the barn and I moved off a sack full of straw that covered a door on the
floor. "Please Frankie, help me to open." They were incredulous since they
did not know anything about this.

       "What's there? Frankie asked. We opened it and there we found a
wooden staircase; immediately I started descending.

       "It is the "Priest's cellar", wait a minute until I lit a candle." I
went inside and took a box of matches lighting three candles; then I called
them down and shut the floor door. They were taken aback and little Francis
a bit frightened. Inside there was a good temperature. It was a large room
very clean and with some blankets on the far corner where the candles
were. There were some shelves covered with old books and more candles and
matches. Everything was very tidy and clean.

       "What's this?" Frankie asked.

       "It is an old cellar to smuggle goods. Behind those shelves, there
is a heavy iron gate leading to the riverbank thru a long passage carved in
the rock. You must tell no one. Here was hidden during three long years the
priest that our dads saved from being killed." They were excited about the
adventure. I pulled to one side the shelves, then an iron door appeared; I
unlocked it and pushed out. The door smoothly opened without any noise. "I
keep the hinges greased since dad told me about its existence." A draught
of fresh air, smelling to humidity, came in. I closed the gate and pushed
again the shelves to their original position. "I come here from time to
time and I clean it, it is very warm in winter and very fresh in summer."

       "Uncle John, did you explore it to the river?"

       "No. To do it we would need flashlights, otherwise, the air can put
off the candles; besides I didn't dare to do it alone."

       "We can do it anytime", Frankie said enthusiastically. "It must be
fun."

       "Yes, we'll do it in spring, now you must keep the secret."

       "Ok," both said in unison." In the dim light of the candles, I could
see the mysterious beauty of my friend. My dick started to grow as I
imagined both alone in that darkness. I took him from behind and I bit his
neck; slowly I said:

       "I adore you, Frankie." Without waiting for a reply, I took my
nephew in my arms and kissed him on the lips. "We have come here to make
happy Francis." The blond boy grinned delighted and I noticed how a tent
was forming in his baggy shorts. "Let's get naked." In seconds, we stripped
our clothes tossing them on a chair. I could not help and I took Frankie in
my arms and our mouths met passionately, our tongues mixing, however, he
tenderly separated me:

       "I like this, but we have come here to get Francis to release his
tensions." I grinned at my little angel then I said:

       "Half of him is for you and half for me. We'll start from the
navel. Ok?"

       "Yes, for me downstairs." Francis did not know what we were talking
about. "Francis, please, lay down on the blankets, your hands under your
head." We started rubbing Francis' tummy. Soon we left our petting. I
started licking, and sucking Francis' tummy, Frankie was doing the same on
his crotch. I continue up lapping and sucking his tiny nipples, rubbing
them with the tip of my tongue, one after the other; Frankie did to the
little boy's balls, missing his hard cock. Francis was moaning in pleasure;
we noticed how his breathing was increasing erratically as we
continued. Frankie did on the little boy's thighs as I did in his
armpits. His excitement was so hard that he did not move when my tongue
touched those sensible parts.  We noticed he was very close as he was
pleading:

       "Please, please, uncles; relief me." He tried to reach his cock but
I stopped him.

       "It is our task, my angel." We waited he cooled down a little while
we started again our mutual kissing and massaging each other's chest. We
resumed our task. I licked and sucked his neck and earlobes, as Frankie did
his toes.

	"Please, please, relief me" He pleaded near crying. We did not want
our little angel to suffer anymore; so I went to his face and he eagerly
received my tongue and sucked it as Frankie had engulfed his dick inside
his mouth. In half a minute he arched his hips and placed his hands on top
of Frankie's head pushing his mouth down. He left my lips as he freely
screamed. "Agh!" I continued sucking his penis and I did on his nipples as
he was receiving continuous little dry orgasms. We were lucky to be in the
cellar; otherwise, everybody could have heard the scream of
pleasure. Frankie noticed his penis was getting soft; we left our little
angel to recover. He was panting hard. We gazed at each other and we
cuddled beside our nephew waiting for his recuperation. He was still
breathing and gasping heavily, his mouth dry as his body was requesting
oxygen for his blood. Soon he extended his lovely arms to us and we went to
each of his face sides petting him. He was sweating, but his little penis
was as a drooping flower.

       "I, I, I adore you, uncles," he mumbled. We kissed him tenderly and
Frankie said:

       "We need our own relief, Francis."

       "Please, wait a minute." He pleaded. "I want to do it myself." We
laughed and started again petting that beautiful body. He raised and turned
facing me. What a beautiful child he was! Long yellow straight hair and a
rounded face with blue-sky eyes that seemed angel lights in the dark
room. He took my face and placed his mouth on mine, he wanted to eat my
lips; our tongues mixed our saliva while I explored his soft belly and his
crotch with my hand, caressing his ball sack. Frankie was behind him, and
then he asked:

       "John, do we have olive oil here?"

       "Yes, behind the candles, there is an old oil-lamp" I got up and
handed the lamp to Frankie. I continued with my petting to little
Francis. Frankie took some oil and smeared on his erected cock; then he
oiled his forefinger and pulled it inside Francis hole. He did this several
times and Francis moaned in pleasure as he touched his prostate. Frankie
raised Francis' legs to his chest spreading them and put his dick just in
the entrance of the little blond asshole. He pushed and found the
resistance of Francis's sphincter. He took his dick and smeared more oil on
the head and shaft, then greased the entrance with his forefinger. He tried
again and this time the head of his hard and excited cock entered; the
younger boy moaned with the sharp pain, but Frankie did not retrieve, he
remained there; he was not so big, we were only ten months older than our
nephew was.

       "How is it, Francis? Does it hurt you now?

       "No, Uncle Frankie, it feels good." I resumed caressing Francis's
abdomen. I liked to suck his nipples as he was jacking me off slowly. I was
excited as I saw my lover's cock inside the little boy. I was terribly
jealous of my nephew. Frankie was massaging those rounded globes; then he
placed his hands on Francis' hips and pushed his cock again inside Francis'
hole, half of it now embedded in the boy's guts. Again, Francis moaned in
pain, but I compensated it with my caressing. His dick was again hard as a
rock. Frankie retrieved a little, and a new push put his dick entirely
inside Francis's hole. Frankie remained quiet, but licking Francis'
neck. He was waiting for his nephew got used to holding his cock inside
him.

       "How do you feel now, Francis?

	"Lovely; it doesn't hurt at all, and it is fantastic to feel you
inside me." I envied my lover, he was fucking for the first time and I have
done nil. Frankie then slowly started pulling in/out; he increased his
pace. Francis now moaned in pleasure every time Frankie dick rubbed his
little prostate. The older boy was close to coming, as Francis told him:
"Please, quicker, quicker."  Frankie was in heaven, as he started fucking
our angel, but when he was almost to come, he said:

       "John, smear with oil your cock and replace me inside Francis. I'm
near to come." I jumped to the other side, my prick ready to lose my
virginity in the hole of Francis. Frankie gave him a few more thrusts as
his dry orgasm almost hit him. He took his dick out with a beautiful sound;
I separated Francis' legs with my hands and entered him; my prick smoothly
went in. I felt the warmth of that cavity and the pressure of the bowels'
muscles. I started fucking our angel; now he was enjoying it as much as I
was. All three were moaning in pleasure with grunts.  I started pulling
in/out his ass, but taking care not to come entirely out; at the same time,
I was jacking Francis off. Soon I heard Frankie's gasps as he pushed his
dick into Francis' lips; he pushed into our angel mouth as he got the
intense orgasm in his dick. I followed him; I was fucking Francis's hole
wildly and stroking his dick.

       "Faster, faster, faster!" Francis said. In some more seconds, I
pushed with all my strength inside him as I felt his penis engorged in my
hand. We stopped moving and breathing as that great orgasm hit our young
bodies. Francis stretched out his legs as I retrieved from his hole. I lay
on his side as Frankie did on the other side. He was between both of us.

       "Wow! That was a wonderful time, uncles. You were great! You cannot
imagine what a lovely feeling produced inside me whenever you moved your
prick in/out my butt. I enjoyed that.  "When shall we do it again?" My god,
I thought, this little evil is insatiable.

       "Do you want any more now?" Frankie asked.

       "No, I think it is enough for today. I'll come to your bed
sometimes, Uncle John.

       "Ok," I said. "Let's get dressed; probably they are looking for us."
We dressed and left the barn. We established a sound password to enter in
case some of us were inside.

Frankie's dad came at that moment, I watched how Joan ran to meet him, he
received the little boy within his open arms; Joan jumped on his granddad's
chest.

       "I knew you were my granddad." Frank kissed and hugged his
grandchild. The girl also came and did the same cheerfully. Francis waited
patiently until his sister and brother kissed his granddad, then we went to
meet him. Then Francis stood near him, looking into his grandpa's
eyes. Frank felt something special for his elder grandson. He opened his
arms to him. Francis jumped to his granddad's chest that near took Frank to
the floor. He hugged his grandson.

       "Grandpa, I knew there was something in you." At that moment, the
girl came and hugged Frankie tenderly. Nuria, the prettiest, now had
beautiful lemons tits on her chest.  Frankie felt the pressure of the
girl's little breasts against his chest; for an instant, he felt a stirring
in his groins as his dick started to grow. He blushed only thinking someone
could notice his embarrassment, but I was looking at him and grinned when
he got red. Frank then went to Tomas' home, after hugging his son, he
returned to my house to meet my dad. Frank greeted my parents; they chatted
sometime and then dad said:

       "John, please call the twins." I rushed and in a couple of minutes,
we were back. Frank then said:

       "Now, boys; I'm going to test your knowledge about what you have
learnt in the school.  These proofs have been prepared in the US with the
most advanced technology and are contained in these three set of
papers. Number one; they are questions with four possible answers, only one
is correct, you must cross out the one you think is correct. Number two;
two pages with several questions related to geography, history,
mathematics, language and religion, etc.; you must develop the short
answers. In addition number three; another two pages in which you must
write down a story. It does not matter what you write, it intends to find
out how you write and express your ideas. You will have two hours. It is
important that you finish within this time. The final punctuation considers
not only the correct answers but also the time that you spend finalizing
it. Once you have finished, you must give me your papers and I'll write
down the elapsed time. Now boys, please pee or do whatever you need,
because you won't be allowed to leave the room." We went for a pee and once
we returned, dad gave us a pencil and rubber.  "Now, John, you go to your
bedroom; Manuel, you to the living room; Louis you to the dining room, and
you Frankie, to the kitchen. Are you ready?"

       "Yes." We all answered in unison." He gave us the papers, and then
added:

	"Now everybody must go to his place. Have a look at the
papers. We'll start counting down in five minutes." We went to each one to
the designated place where mom had put a chair. Then we heard Frank
ordering to start. I revised the papers and the answers. They were not
difficult; however, I revised them several times before I started answering
the questions. For the final story, I wrote what I knew on reference to how
Frank and my dad saved the priest's life.  Frankie wrote about his dad's
history, however, written as a tale. Manuel and Louis wrote about the farm
problems, but in such a way that looked like a musical poem. We all
finished almost at the same time, approximately an hour and fifteen
minutes. Frank examined carefully the four examinations; then he called the
parents in a meeting before lunch and explained the results.

       "As I thought, the twins have solved the most difficult parts
brilliantly, such as mathematics and history, however, they have failed in
the rest of subjects; nevertheless, they have surprised me as both organize
the problems as a leader does when he is before a music band. This
demonstrates a high intelligence that still needs to mature, except in
music. John and Frankie have done a good job, so I have strong confidence
that if they go to the examination in the city, they have a great chance to
obtain their scholarship. As I thought, Frankie continues with his idea of
being an MD. Yet, John has not a clear idea, but without knowing, his
intelligence is directing him to financial fields, rather than to medicine
or Law; however, it is too soon to determine the boys' final direction." He
then showed the papers to dads and moms for their review.

       "What do you suggest, Frank? Manuel's dad asked.

       "For the twins, I would recommend they start secondary school as
soon as they are fourteen. In that time our school will be ready, so they
can start a technical career or initiation of music; and, if they continue
to be good students, go to the University." He paused, then added, "Don't
surprise yourselves if they show the best qualifications on music; the test
shows them as privileged gifted in this matter. I think you should ask them
whether they are interested in any particular instrument."

       "For John and Frankie, after asking them, we would apply for a
scholarship with the JJ.  No doubt, today their school is one of the most
advanced in this country, only accessible to very rich people and smart
students. If they take this opportunity, both boys could get a high
education, it would allow them to start any career they wanted." Mom then
said.

       "I have heard that those boys with scholarship, the JJ choose them
to join their Order as future priests."

       "You are right, Maria. That's their intention, and I'm sure they
will try to convince them; however, we are the parents and we must try to
guide our sons about those intentions if they go into that school; in fact,
only 1% of boys thus collected become priests, and they know this fact.
Most of their future priests are volunteers coming from the paying students
belonging to rich families. Michael, I think you should ask John and I'll
do to Frankie; however, I know what their answers will be."

       "In that case, tomorrow after lunch, with both families together, we
can ask them. When do you think the selection will take place?" My dad
asked.

       "Next May. We have received the formal request to present
candidates."

       "Well, it is clear then," Louis said. "It doesn't surprise me about
the music; my older brother is a great musician playing in Madrid's
military band."

       "Michael, after lunch in Tomas' home, I need to chat with you
regarding the new school.  Mr Hermann, the Mayor's and my suggestions are
that you should join the Petit Committee for the building of our new
school, as the people's representative."

       "I'm too old for a task like this, Frank."

       "You aren't too old and you know that; perhaps too lazy but never
too old." All laughed Frank's assertion because he knew dad better than
anybody else did. We had lunch with Tomas' family; our angel sat near me
and I noticed he moved in his seat quietly; I asked:

       "Why do you move, Francis?"

       "My butt is still a little bit uncomfortable due to our exercise."
We giggled and I said:

       "Don't worry. You will be able to do it again tomorrow; and will
never get sore again, unless you take a dick too thick inside you."

       "In that case, I'll never get sore, because I only want your dick
and my uncle Frankie's.  Next time, will you allow me to try on you?" I
looked sweetly to my little angel.

       "Of course I will, anytime you want it." He grinned at me and we
continued the lunch.  When finished we played the whole afternoon until it
was dark.

Chapter 13
--------------

We were dirty with so many runs and plays. The twins and Francis went
home. Frank had already left. Frankie and I had a bath together, very
unusual since mom didn't like because we made a mess, however, she knew
Frankie; besides, we promised her that we would clean anything in case we
spilt water; so she consented because that meant she did not need to work
again cleaning the bathroom. We were facing each other in the tub, our legs
crossed so I had my toes touching his balls sack and he was touching mine,
soon our dicks hardened.

       "Is there any chance that your mom comes?"

       "Why?" I asked.

       "Because she may catch us with our dicks stiffen."

       "No problem, she won't come as far as she doesn't hear water being
splashed on the floor." Frankie managed to get my hard cock between his
toes and started slowly jacking me off.  I did the same and silence
replaced our chatting; only a light noise produced by the move of our feet
up and down. The level of the warm water covered us up to our chests; it
felt fantastic the sensation as our mutual dry orgasms were approaching. I
closed my eyes as my climax swept me from my toes to my dick. Instinctively
I tried to speed it up by jacking myself, however, Frankie said:

       "Don't do that, John; otherwise you'll spoil it." I obeyed my lover,
and he was right; it was as if I were tie up. A couple of minutes later the
sweet feeling came so strong that started gasping heavily for air. I
pressed my foot against Frankie abdomen as he received the same
discharge. We near drifted to sleep in the tub. Our young bodies recovered
quickly waiting for more action; however, we decided to postpone for later
in my bedroom.

       "Shall I soap you, John?

       "Yes, please. I'll do the same to you." We soaped one another
tickling and joking every moment with noisy laughs. We rinsed and
dried. Then remembering when I watched myself on the mirror, I said,
"Frankie, go on top of the stool in front of the mirror. He went on it and
he watched the complete image of himself on the large mirror:

       "Wow, what a large dick I have! I always thought yours was bigger
than mine."

       "That was what I thought before I did the same. Why is it
different?"

       "It isn't different, probably it is because we see our cock every
day and we don't notice the change." He then made a move and turned his bum
to the mirror. "And I have a beautiful bum, too; haven't I."

       "Sure you have. I'll fuck it tonight." I went to bite his beautiful
globes but he, with a smile, stopped me.

       "Don't be a naughty boy." We kissed passionately for what seemed
seconds, however, it was more than two minutes, and our cocks were rubbing
each other crotch. "Let's stop, otherwise we'll never get out from here."
Then we started to clean the bathroom while our dicks went droop as old
flowers. We wore a gown and went into the living room where a fire was
brilliantly showing the best flames. We sat in front of it and in a few
minutes dad arrived; as usual, I ran to meet him followed by Frankie. Of
course, I did not jump but we went to him and he put his strong arms around
on our shoulders.

       "How are the beauties of the village?

       "Very well, we just have bathed; mom is in the kitchen getting
dinner ready."

       "Can we help her?" Frankie asked.

       "I don't think so; she doesn't like anyone in her domains. I'm going
to have a quick shower; after finishing, I want to chat with you both." He
disappeared and fifteen minutes later came dressed in a white
gown. Firstly, he went to the kitchen and then sat on an armchair facing
us. He said, "I have two things to discuss with you; one is not so
important, the other is."  He paused, waiting for our questions, but I
stared at my friend and we did nothing, so he continued. "First one: boys,
I know you like each other, consequently you do things that for you are
natural since they mean the expressions of your own affection; however, for
others this means different. Therefore, please, when you are petting each
other you should take into consideration my suggestion of doing them
privately. I don't mind you kiss on my presence and within our premises;
nevertheless, you must be very careful when mom is present." We both deeply
blushed, though dad continued. "I did the same at your age with my friend
Frank, and as you can see, we are old men, and happily married. There is
nothing to be ashamed about your behaviour; furthermore, you should take
the opportunities of your young age to enjoy it, because time elapses
quickly and the best of your life will be gone forever." When he finished,
I stood up followed by Frankie, and then we embraced my dad.

       "Thanks, dad, we'll take care." We sat down again as my dad
continued.

       "Frankie, the examination carried out by your dad today have shown
that both of you are capable to obtain a scholarship to enter the JJ's
school. It would be an important step in your lives, so you must take this
opportunity; you cannot spoil it. That will mean to separate from us for
long periods and live in a boarding school. You must do your own tasks to
help in the cost of your scholarship and accept a discipline to which you
are no accustomed. In summary, a different life for at least nine months a
year; until you start your high studies in the University. I want you to
consider all this before Frank sends the applications." We looked at each
other, and then Frankie said:

       "Uncle Michael, I'll accept any sacrifice if we remain together,
therefore if John agrees I'll say yes." I kissed my friend, only a peck on
his cheek and he blushed.

       "Dad, I do agree with Frankie. In what I am concerned, if I pass the
examination and Frankie fails, I'll renounce it. I want to put this clear:
I won't go to that school if I'm not accompanied by my best friend." Now
was Frankie who kissed me.

       "Thank you, John. That would also apply to me." Frankie stressed.

       "Well done boys. Solidarity with the friend is the most beautiful
feeling that a human being can have. I applaud your decisions because I
would have done right the same. Now, come to me because I want to hug my
best children." We jumped on my dad's lap, and we embraced him. "I hope if
you have children they are as you are. I think I cannot be luckier."

       "Have I lost anything?" We heard mom asking close to us. Dad stood
up and dragged her near him; then he said:

       "They will go into that school, however, they have put me very clear
that it must be together; if one fails the other will fail, too." Mom took
us in a great hug.

       "Those are my boys! I love you and your decision. And now life also
needs food, and dinner is on the table"

       "Mom, can we have dinner here as when we are in the close family?"
Mom gazed at her husband and said:

       "Why not? Today is a special day. You both get the little table
ready; I'll bring the dishes here." We prepared all necessary, and when mom
could not see us, we gave pecks each other; dad saw us and sighed
satisfied. We dined and after sometime hearing music, I said:

       "Dad, mom, we'll go to bed; tomorrow will be a really special day
with Jim saying goodbye and we need to chat about our new project."

       "It is ok. Good night, sons" We flew upstairs. We entered our room
and locked the door.  We needed privacy for our projects. We gazed at each
other and I launched on Frankie's arms; I kissed him passionately as he
responded the in same way; our pricks were again ready for the next step.

       "Well Frankie, what shall we do? I would like to fuck your beautiful
arse." I motioned, as I wanted to bite it, he graciously made a move:

       "Catch it if you can." In that flirtiest mode, he showed me his bum
and I jumped to catch him. He jumped from one bed to another laughing and
shouting. "Come on, catch it! We continued yelling and playing with our
dicks excited until he dropped himself on my bed on his tummy. I jumped on
his back and straddled him.

       "Now your ass will know what my dick wants." Still laughing, I
spread his legs and inserted my dick into his bum's entrance, I pushed hard
but his sphincter remained closed. "So you don't want my dick! Ok, I'll use
a different tool to open that door; I'm a good carpenter." I raised his
buttocks and I started licking his crack to his anus, this action ended his
laugh, especially as my tongue touched his sensible parts. He smelled good
and clean and my boyhood was terribly hard. I heard some moans as he was
receiving a great sensation.

       "Ok, since you have started, you have to finish. Did you get the
Vaseline? I rolled him over and caressed him tenderly. Now serious I jumped
back, rummaged into a box and extracted a tube of the slipping substance.

       "Frankie, you are more experienced, if you want, you can do it first
to me."

       "No, it is ok. The question now is which position would you like
best."

       "We'll have other opportunities to try different positions. Let's do
one that I can see your lovely face."

       "Ok, in that case, we'll do it with my legs up and spread, first on
my chest." I took the tube and smeared a glob on my rampant dick, it jerked
in anticipation. "Now take a glob and lube my ass' hole." I did it
inserting my forefinger thru his pucker, it went inside very easy; he
buckled and spread his legs as I kneeled between. Then he took his legs
from the back knees to his chest and I could see his rosebud perfectly in
front of my dick. I placed my engorged cock just at the entrance; I was
very excited and trembling with emotion. "Now John, go ahead, push it
inside my guts." I did and in the first push slipped the head and a part of
my shaft. He moaned with light pain.

       "Have I hurt you?" He watched the concerns on my face and grinned.

       "Not much, wait until my ass get used to your thick cock." After a
couple of minutes, he said, "Now again another push." I did and near my
entire cock embedded inside him. I heard a new moan from my lover, but it
seemed less painful. I felt the tightness and warm around my dick. It was
something indescribable. "Now, do it again." I retracted leaving the
cockhead only inside; then I pushed my tool to the hilt, my ball sack now
smashing against his buttocks.

       "Frankie, it's all inside. It feels so, so good...!" I said nearly
in a murmur.

       "You'll feel much better as soon as I get used to it. The pain has
ceased. Now start fucking my ass; firstly in low thrusts and increase your
pace as you like, however, don't take out the head." I did as instructed. I
took my eleven years old dick almost out; then I pushed it again inside his
butt. I heard a lovely moan from my boyfriend as my dick rubbed his little
prostate. He was watching me as I closed my eyes in ecstasy, especially
when I pushed and his ring dragged back my foreskin. I put my hands on his
hips and he spread his legs wide. I started fucking my friend; I could see
my dick entering and coming back. I could not help taking his dick on my
hand jacking him off. "Please John, leave my dick, I need my strength to
fuck you." With some difficulty and between gasps I could say:

       "Oh no, I want you to come with me, we have all night to recover our
strength and start again." He sent me the sweetest smile I could imagine. I
bent, with my prick totally inside him, and kissed his red lips and chest,
sucking his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. Then I started formally fucking
and jacking him. I felt how my dick near came out and went inside him again
slippery. I fucked and fucked until a strong orgasm as never before started
to build on my balls that were very tight. I increased my pace and my
jacking to him. He then placed his legs around my hips pushing me even
harder into him. Soon my breathing stopped and I did a final thrust trying
to put inside my friend even my balls.

       "Ahg!" I muttered exhausted and breathing hard.

As he felt the same, he dropped his legs on the bed. He was panting and
sweating. I fell on his chest totally spent, sweating and feeling his
pulsating dick on my belly. He placed his arms on my back caressing and
fondling me. He tossed his head to one side as my hair was on his face and
I was unable to move. He soon recovered because I had made the greater part
of the exercise. He started kissing me on my head, ears and on every part
that he could reach. I felt worn out near I passed out. When I recovered a
bit I kissed him on his chest. I did not want to go out of him. My dick was
so comfortable there..."

       "Frankie, you will never know how much I love you."

       "I know it; you are the most precious thing in the world for me." I
tried to pet him and my flaccid cock came out to rest on his crotch. We
started caressing gently and cuddled each other in a wonderful embrace. Now
it was his turn. After so much sex during that memorable day we needed to
recover, however, our bodies were young and healthy. We started chatting;
we did not hurry and wanted to enjoy being together face to face, touching
each other. I have kept engraved those wonderful moments into my soul since
my early childhood. I placed my palms on each side of his smooth face and I
kissed him many times. We explored every part of our bodies.

       "Frankie, within a few months we'll get that examination; I'm
absolutely sure that we can pass it without any problem, a few months later
we'll leave our homes for new adventures, new friends, new surroundings,
new things. Our lives will drastically change." He interrupted me by
petting my lips lovingly. We were on our sides facing each other.

       "I love your beautiful face and all your body, and every single
centimetre of your skin is a precious gift for my eyes. I adore you." He
kissed me again.

       "How would it be without us petting and kissing as we do now, my
boy? I don't stop thinking that when we enter in that school it will be
very difficult even the simple act of kissing, and I need your affection,
Frankie, as I need to drink water or to eat food."

       "I'm thinking the same, but cannot do anything. Can we?"

       "Frankie, if we like, we will be in that school, and I badly want to
become a good lawyer or MD, as you also like to be; however, if you want to
remain here, enjoying our homeland and friends, and not going to that
institution, I'll follow you. We can fail the examination on purpose..." He
interrupted me with a hard kiss that I responded by introducing my tongue
in his mouth until our dicks got again hard.

       "John, I would never do a thing like this. First: because you don't
want it; second, because that would mean disappointing our parents that had
the honesty to ask us before taking any decision; and third, because I
want, if I can, to become a good MD. I would prefer to tell them the truth
than failing on purpose." I hugged my friend, then I jumped on top of him
and started licking and sucking his nipples, his armpits, his earlobes, his
large eyes. He responded in the same way. I scooted down to his crotch and
started licking and sucking his dick. He then turned and got a 69 position
sucking and enjoying each other.

       "I'm ready Frankie; we can carry out with the last act of tonight,
please fuck me as I did to you."

       "Ok, we'll do in a different way. Please, hand me the Vaseline. Now
put yourself in doggy position." As I did, he added, "Lie your arms on the
pillow and your head on them; spread your legs" I comply his orders and my
butt was exposed open on the air. He then started licking my crack and
tried to introduce his tongue in my rectum, however, my sphincter was too
close for this, but I squirmed in delight when he touched the sensible
nerve ends there. He then put a glob of the slipping cream on his
forefinger and introduced it in my hole; he did in and out spreading the
cream inside. Then took another wad and introduced it with two fingers. One
of the times, he pushed farther inside me and touched something in there
that made me squirm.  When he felt had greased me enough, he smeared a
large glob on his erected tool, especially on the head.

       "John, are you ready?"

       "Yes, I am." Frankie slid his right hand under me, and taking my
stiffen cock he started slowly jacking me off. He thought that after the
sexual sessions that we had already enjoyed, this time would be longer to
reach our climaxes. He left for a moment my dick then he placed right hand
on my pelvis and with the left, he directed his greasy dick against my
asshole.

       "John, please relax; make as if you were to crap." At that moment,
he pushed his dick inside me. I felt a sharp pain; he then stopped,
starting again to jack me off to compensate it. I moaned with a mix of pain
and pleasure. "Have I hurt you? Does it pain?"

       "Oh not much, it is disappearing. Please remain quiet until I get
used to your cock." I noticed he retracted a little and pushed
again. "Frankie, I don't feel any pain, start again." Before I finished
speaking, he pushed his cock inside me. Again, the sharp pain hit me. He
remained quiet with his cock almost buried in my guts; he was jacking mine
off with ferocity; it was slippery with the previous Vaseline. I was
feeling how a new climax was slowly building up inside me. "Frankie I feel
no pain," I said with my voice trembling with excitement. He then started
fucking my hole; first with slow thrusts, then he increased the pace; every
time he pulled/pushed, I felt a lovely sensation as he rubbed my
prostate. "Do it quicker, Frankie, quicker!" I near shouted. He increased
the speed of his hand on my cock; I was getting mad at my orgasm
approached; however, he increased both, his hand on my dick and his
thrusts. I turned my head a little and I could see my little lover covered
with sweat. It was almost ten minutes that we were engaged in our
play. Both actions brought me to a tremendous climax. I stopped breathing,
gripping my butt muscles Frankie's dick; he noticed that and gave me a
strong thrust with his left hand on my balls and the right one on my pole,
dragging my foreskin as back as possible.

       "Grr!" I groaned.

The feeling was so strong and intense that all my strength left me; my
knees became weak, they could not resist my weight and I dropped flat on my
belly near unconscious, breathing heavily and gasping for air. Frankie put
his hands on my hips and continued fucking me wildly like an animal, lost
in his pleasure. Half a minute later, he gave me a final thrust pushing his
dick as deeper as he could inside my bowels. I heard a loud grunt as he
reached the orgasm that made him fall on top of me exhausted; his sweat
dripping on my back, his arms open around me. At that moment I wanted to
kiss him, to hug him, to extend my arms to him; however, I was powerless to
do so. He then, still inside me, slid himself on my right side, gasping for
air and near fainted.

I woke up nine hours later at 7:00 am. It was chilly and we were in the
same position as we finished our lovemaking. I got up and went to pee. I
returned to our bed, I watched my beautiful friend peacefully sleeping; I
could not help and kissed his lips. He moved his large eyelashes and smiled
at me with his eyes almost closed.

       "I love you, John." He closed again his eyes. I grabbed the bed
covers and extended them on us, drifting to sleep again on my left side,
facing my friend. At 9:00, dad peeked thru our door and smiled watching us
still asleep.

Chapter 14
---------------

At 10:00, Jim arrived to work in the lunch's preparation, as he had
promised. After greeting mom and dad, he asked:

       "Where are the boys?"

       "They are still sleeping." My mom answered.

       "Still sleeping?" I'll get them up." He came up to our room and
found us asleep with our arms embracing each other. He moved us. "Come on,
boys, it is half past ten. Didn't you sleep enough?" Frankie was the first
to wake up; he rubbed his eyes and then hugged his brother.

       "Oh Jim, it has been so wonderful...! As he saw us naked, he grinned
hugging both at the same time.

       "Was it?"

       "Yes, it was lovely Jim. The most beautiful time we ever had, we
ended exhausted."

       "What a fantastic thing is to share a love between true friends! I
envy you. I would like to have a friend to whom I caressed and he did me as
you do each other. It is the most beautiful..." Frankie interrupted him.

       "We are not just friends; we are much more than that, big bro." He
looked astonished to us. Then I said:

       "Yes Jim, we are more than best friends, we are lovers." Frankie
could not resist the temptation and as our dicks again were getting hard,
Jim grinning said:

       "I'm sorry, but I regret to advise you that I need you like my
kitchen assistants, therefore, little gentlemen, please, get up immediately
and have your breakfast. You'll have time enough to have fun and enjoy your
contacts together. Congratulations! It's your birthday, my little
brothers." Then Frankie looking tenderly to me, he took my cheeks between
his palms.

       "Happy birthday, my beautiful boy."

       "The same to you my angel." We petted for a couple of
minutes. However, that would have continued in a sex play again, but Jim
knew us very well and said:

       "I would join you in your play because I'm getting hard, but we have
a job to do and I want you just now up and ready." He rubbed his tent, but
gave us our gowns and got us out of the bed. We went downstairs, had a
quick shower and had breakfast. When we were ready, he gave us some tasks
to do. However, a few minutes later, mom and my elder sisters replaced us,
so I took Frankie's hand and we went outside to look for the twins and
Francis.

       "How was it, Frankie?"

       "My God! It was so great... Only recalling it, my dick starts
getting hard. I ended exhausted; I couldn't move a single muscle."

       "The same me; I was powerless to move. I would have liked to hug
you, but I was unable to move."

       "I wonder which is your opinion; when did you enjoy more? When you
fucked me, or when I fucked you?"

       "Without any doubt, when I fucked you. It was so beautiful watching
you under me... I can tell you that I won't allow anyone to use my ass,
except you. You are different and I'll be ready for you anytime, anywhere."

       "Thank you, my little boy." He gave me a little peck. "That is my
own opinion, John.  Without love I won't be able to receive any dick inside
me; however, I'll always be ready to fuck anyone that wants my cock inside
his guts." He glanced at me and I melted.

       "It must be wonderful to fuck a girl, touching and kneading her
tits."

       "Sure it must be, but at our age, they don't want anything from us;
on the other hand, you are prettier than any girl." He gave me a new quick
peck that I returned to him. "By the way, didn't you feel anything when our
niece hugged us yesterday?"

       "Oh, please don't mention it. I'm always trying to produce occasions
they hug me. My dick immediately starts growing fast and hard when I feel
her boson on my chest."

       "We must do something to fuck a girl, John."

       "I agree, but I think it won't be easy, as we are going to that
school. So, for the moment, we are faced to fuck only boys."

       "Well, after all, it is not a bad succedaneum, is it?" We laughed
about the new word.

       "Where did you get that word?"

       "Well, I read it. It is used for products that play the same role
than the original, but they are not original ones and have the same
quality."

       "You are fucking clever, Frankie."

       "You must take care of your tongue if you want to go to the JJ
school." We laughed loudly as the twins and Francis came together to us. We
greeted gleefully each other, but when I did to Francis, he said in a very
low wording:

       "My ass is perfect now; we can start again anytime." Mine is still
sore, I thought.

       "Ok my little angel, we must take care of it." He smiled and my cock
started to grow again, but soon it got flaccid because we watched Frank and
Margaret approaching. We ran to them and Frankie kissed and hugged his
parents.

       "Thanks, dad for letting me being here, it has been a great
weekend."

       "I'm glad to hear that. Let's go to see your brother and his
family." He did not finish speaking as we watched little Joan running to
him. Frank opened his arms and the boy jumped on his chest. He hugged and
kissed his grandpa and immediately ran away. "This boy got my heart,
Margaret."

       "He's your young duplicate, my man."

       "Sure he is. I adore him as I did to his father, but let's see the
rest of the family.

We started playing with the twins and Francis. Jim did a good job and
everybody congratulated him, especially Tomas that hugged his brother
emotionally. However, little Joan insisted to be on his grandpa's lap
during lunch; my sister was close to getting upset, but gaze from Frank
convinced her that he liked more to have his grandchild with him than have
any lunch. Jim them took the opportunity and said to him:

       "Thanks, big bro for your proposal."

       "There is nothing to thank about, Jim. I'm still ready to wait for
you if you change your mind; however, I know that you are a good cook and
you will be a great chef.

       "Thanks, Tomas. Don't worry, little Francis or Joan will fill my
gap." When lunch was over the congratulations came and we all sang "happy
birthday to you." with hugs and kisses, then dad said:

       "In spite of we are celebrating only four boys' birthday, there is
also the same present for Francis, therefore, boys and girls, come with me
to the store." We rushed behind him, he opened the door and we found five
bikes, all same brand and colour; each has a name painted on it. Well, that
was too great. We forgot everything and every plan. Those who knew how to
ride were the happiest; that was Frankie and one of the girls, however,
Frankie taught me, and an hour later we were running from one side to
other, even we escaped and went to the village and came back. When we
arrived, little Francis was also a successful one, and the twins were
trying with some doubts. We went all three to the barn; there we left for a
moment our bikes watching them proudly. We hugged each other since the
moment of departure was approaching.

       "Now that we have a bike, you will come more often to the farm," I
said to Frankie.

       "Sure I'll do. But also in two weeks, we are moving to our new
house, then I expect that you'll come for a sleepover with me."

       "You can bet for it," I said. Then Francis with a little pout said:

       "Won't you let me sleep over with you both?"

      "Why not?" My friend answered. "We'll have a good time all three." We
rode again to the house, it was nearly dark; we put our bikes inside and
joined the family that was in the large living room. A wonderful fire had
been set up, and all were chatting and laughing; as usual, Joan was on
Frank's lap asking a question to his grandpa. Time for departure came, hugs
again. I took my lover upstairs and we petted tenderly.

       "I would like to start again as we did yesterday."

       "The bikes have taken our time, but never mind, we'll have all the
time we need. John, take Francis in your bed tonight, he needs to enjoy
with you. I think his ass isn't as sore as ours are. It has been hard to
ride the bikes." We laughed; it was true.

       "I'll see you tomorrow." Hand in hand, we went downstairs to say
goodbye. Jim said he would come to say goodbye to all of us before leaving
for France the following Friday.

Our birthday was over and we were 11 y/o. It had been our sexual wakeup and
the discovery of our mutual love, a bond that would last up to now, but of
course, with different needs and manifestation. I started from that very
night alternating from Frankie's home and mine. The family left the farm
walking with Frankie taking the bike with him; however, once in the road,
Jim rode it, taking Frankie sat before him on the crossbar.

Tired of the day's events the children soon were ready for bed; Nuria,
Francis and Joan kissed their parents' goodnights and soon were asleep.

	"It seems we must go early to bed, my man," Rosemary said to her
husband tenderly.

	"It isn't a bad idea." He took her hand and dragged her into their
bedroom. Soon they were engaged in making passionate love until their
bodies were fully satisfied. Yet, it was early for them, so Rosemary
caressed her man gently saying:

	"Tomas, today has been a lovely day. Your dad looked like the
happiest old man I have ever seen; however, I suppose after your tenth
birthday things went differently; how were your lives after that horrible
night?" Tomas kept silence for a couple of minutes recalling in detail
those times. He put his left arm over her wife's shoulders and dragged her
nude body to him until her head was resting on his strong chest. Tomas
started relating his life with his father.

	"Against what anyone could have thought that night, knowing the
events, things improved a lot. The following morning I woke up in my dad's
bed and thought everything had been a nightmare, not a reality;
nevertheless, my nose still ached when I touched it, the pain made me aware
otherwise, but my dad's arm was around my chest protecting me. It felt
good, very good." He stressed. "I remained in my own home, as used to call
my dad's house, for a whole week, without showing up in the school, but
learning my lessons and doing my school works. When the signals
disappeared, my dad told me to go and see my mother. She received me with
tears, kissing me like a mad woman. I hugged and kissed her; we both were
crying. I asked her how she was:

       "I'm alright, son; your father is working and come back every
day..." I started to tremble expecting he would start again as soon as he
saw me; but she kissed me as she continued: "Don't worry son, he had asked
me to forgive him and you...

       "I'll never forgive that bastard!" I said remembering what he had
done to us.

       "Please son..." She resumed her crying, I could not bear mom's
tears. Therefore, I caressed her and promised I would do my best to make
our lives easier. My father stopped beating my mom and speaking directly to
me, until a few days before his death."

"Those years were the best of my life until I started with you; of course,
the best of my childhood. My dad was devoted to me. In fact, I had two
homes; I wonder where he got clothes for me; I used to sleep with him a
minimum of three nights and the weekends, except those he went "to hunter",
as he called his adventures. In summer, we packed and went camping in the
mountains for two weeks. His aim was to teach me about life; every rock,
fountain, peak, cave...  and the most important stars had a name and an
objective in Mother Nature. I enthusiastically learned all that he taught
me, his words hypnotized me, and after the hard day swimming and hiking I
would sleep between his arms." Tomas kept silence for a moment and Rosemary
asked:

	"Didn't your mom argued about you spending so much time with your
dad?"

	"No. She had full confidence on him and on me. Besides, her husband
had restarted making love to her and wanted to recover their time; and me
to recover mine with my dad. He thought maybe they still could bring a
brother to me; he ignored he was sterile, as some members of his family
were."

"I grew healthy and strong and my sexual needs started after my eleven
birthday. I liked to sleep naked; and when we were in the wild I took my
shorts and shirt off and walked, swam and slept nude under the sun and
stars. He did not want me to feel embarrassed, so he did the same when I
asked him. It felt great when I was in his lap, his arms around me and
covered with a blanket in front of the fire; naming the stars and their
position for me." Rosemary asked again.

	"Didn't you feel the need to other boys were with you during the
hiking or camping?"  Tomas grinned at his wife.

	"I know where you want to go." She felt trapped and blushed. He did
as he did not notice and continued:

	"He suggested me many times, especially on hiking, but I didn't
like the idea. I must recognize I was very selfish. I wanted my dad only
for me, for me alone; I did not wish to share his caresses and company with
anyone else. Many boys would have liked to go hiking with us, but those
were very difficult times and most of the children, after attending school,
had to help their parents in their farms, looking after animals, etc. so
there were not many boys ready to come with us; their parents needed them."
Rosemary nodded.

       "Yes, you are right, in such a way you were a lucky boy." Tomas
pressed his wife's shoulders.

       "I'll tell you about a hike we did to the mountains. You know my dad
is very fond of mountain climbing and swimming; he adored the Wild Nature
in its magnificence. He announced to all our class that he had planned to
go for a hike; commencing on Saturday morning and finalizing on Sunday
afternoon; all boys who wanted to come would welcome. The success was
scarce; only three boys were ready to come, plus dad and me. Two sons of
the police sergeant of 13 and 11 y/o; and a close friend of theirs of near
13 y/o. These three boys had started a few months back in our school; they
came from another school and were the most unwanted students in their
previous institutions; always the last ones of the ranking on any activity;
however, they all were very smart since committed many misdeeds and never
were caught. Their fathers had spanked them many times until dad took
them. He operated the miracle; they became some of the best students and
friends of mine. When the Head of Police asked dad, he used to say, "Never
navigate against the wind."

"The fixed day for the hike, we got up very early, provided with a backpack
with a blanket, an aluminium water-bottle and enough food, mostly canned
and fresh bread that we bought that morning at the baker shop. We walked
uphill for four hours, at 10:00 we stopped for a recess in the centre of a
pine forest. Then dad said:

       "We have come to study Mother Nature to whom we belong, so I do
recommend you to act as a team in the observations. I'll make questions;
you are a team, so you must choose one spokesman each time to answer my
questions. Now, please, have a look at these trees and let me know what you
observe on them." We started observing, and then Peter, the elder brother
said commented within us.

       "I don't know, but the only thing strange is that the trees on one
side are covered with humidity."

       "Yes; and this strange soft thing," I added.

       "Ok", let's give him our answer." Paul, the brothers' friend
said. "Who will act as the spokesman?"

       "The shortest straw decides." He took four pine leaves, cut in
different sizes and hidden into his closed fist. Everyone took one; the
shortest was for me. "You must tell him, next will be Williams, next to me
and the last Peter." Thus, we settle the order.

       "Ok, I'll tell Frank just now," I said. Peter looked at his brother
and his friend and said:

       "Tomas, why do you call your dad Frank?" I was surprised and
blushed. I could not lie; they were too smart.

       "I enjoy calling him dad, and he does calling me my son when we are
alone; however, my dad does not want to hurt my official father's family,
so we agreed in public to behave like that. He said we would gain nothing
and we might offend that family." He looked at me straight in the eyes, and
then said:

       "Well, Tomas, we understand it. He's too honest and the greatest man
I ever met. You should be proud to have a dad like him, I envy you; but
many people know it, though no one talks about it."

       "Believe me, Peter, I'm very proud of my dad and I love him as no
one could do to a father."

       "We believe and respect you." Paul said as he added, "But we are no
public, but friends, therefore, if you enjoy calling him dad, you should do
it; there isn't any problem for us. We wouldn't tell anyone."

       "Thanks for your help and understanding. I'll give him the
surprise." We went where my dad remained sat; we wanted to watch his
reaction; then I said, "Dad we have observed that..."  I could not
continue. Dad stared at me. Peter then said:

       "Frank, we know he is your son, we are alone here, so there is no
point avoiding your normal relationship, as when you are alone. We know the
problem, but we all like you; no one has ever treated us as you have done."
Dad looked at the four boys, he opened his arms and all four went in an
especial hug.

       "Thank you boys, you are my best students and the best persons I
have in my school." I looked at him with pride and sighed. Then I said:

       "Dad, we have observed the trees have part wet with something
covering it."

       "Exactly, that was my intention. It is lichen, and marks the North
in our hemisphere, so, if you are lost in a forest you have a reference to
follow, it is like a little compass. Well now my boys, let's start, still,
there are many things we can observe."

Chapter 15
--------------

We resumed walking uphill. Sometimes making questions related to minerals,
flowers etc. until we arrived at our destination. It was a beautiful place
near a pine forest. There was a lagoon with crystal waters provided by a
waterfall from a high rock; it was almost 200 metres long and 100 metres
wide. Near the forest, there was a little cave where we placed the
backpacks. It was June and the weather was hot, so we were sweating.

       "Frank, can we swim? We are very hot." One of the boys asked.

       "You can, but may not now; please wait a little bit until your
bodies' cool out, the water is cold and it could cause shocks. We better
have a little rest here in the shadow. On the other hand, you haven't bath
suits..." Peter grinned naughtily.

       "We are sons of Mother Nature and we don't need any dress," Paul
added. "Can we get naked, Frank?" We all chorused the idea.

       "Please, dad."

       "Please, Frank."

       "Ok, you are right, Paul; we are in the middle of Mother Nature so
we must integrate ourselves into it!" The boys needed no more. In a minute,
all were stark naked jumping near the water.

       "Come on Frank, join us!" Dad doubted, however, he wanted to swim. I
approached him:

       "Come on, dad; let's give them a lesson." Dad looked at me; I knew
he could not deny it.

       "Ok, this can also be a lesson you may need." He undressed also
naked, ran and right from the edge of water he jumped in it like a
tiger. Once I saw him, I did the same. We started swimming with technical
strokes as two fishes as he had taught me. We gained the opposite side and
returned at the same speed. When we arrived, the boys were with open mouth
astonished.

       "Wow! My God! Tomas, who taught you to swim like that?" Peter asked.

       "My dad did last year. We love swimming in the river and sometimes
we went to the beach." All the boys were trying to imitate us, but to swim
properly you need to develop a technique and many hours of practices. The
water was cold and it was close to lunchtime, my dad then said:

       "Boys, firstly let's have something to eat, you must be starving,
then we will have a nap, and this afternoon we will start again
swimming. I'll try to teach you how to do it. We came out of the water and
all laid on the small rocky beach, warming by the sun. As we were naked,
soon our shrunk young penises started to grow. The older boys got their
dicks upright and a little clear precum on their heads as they touched
themselves. They felt the need to jerk off; Paul looked at his friend and
to dad; a little embarrassed he said:

       "Frank, can we go to the forest?" Dad watched them and smiled.

       "Of course, you can; I hope you enjoy it."

       "Thanks. Come on Peter" The eldest boy stood up, he also was rock
hard, and started to walk up to the pines. "Williams, would you come? The
little boy doubted staring at dad and me. It was not new for him; he had
participated with both friends in some sexual plays. Dad understood the
request in his gaze.

       "Ok, Williams and you also Tomas, if you like you can go, too."

       "What are they doing? Innocently I asked Williams as we were walking
in the forest.

       "They are going to play with their dicks," Williams said. "They will
jack off and get a nice feeling. Didn't you get that, Tomas?" The younger
boy asked me.

       "I suppose you mean an orgasm." He nodded. "Yes, I had many times,
my dad told me everything about, but the problem is that I get tired of
being alone. I didn't dare to ask any other boy to share with me."

       "Well, now you have many friends doing it. You can count on me to do
it anytime that you want. I love beating my meat."

       "Thanks, Bill, we can do it in my dad's home, he doesn't care;
however, we cannot tell anybody. When I'm bored and he is not there, I
enter his house and I do things alone."

       "Of course; we can do whatever you want from now on." Billy raised
his arm and we fived our palms. "Best friends?" He asked.

	"Yes, best friends." We arrived where the older boys were lying on
the floor over a smooth layer of pine leaves. They had made a 69 position
and were eagerly sucking each other dicks. Williams looked at me excited by
the scene.

       "Can we do the same, Tomas?"

       "Yes, why not, it must be fun," I said.

       "It is, but..." He blushed "Tomas, may I kiss you as if you were a
girl?"

       "I'm not a girl, but you are my best friend, and I want you to enjoy
it."

       "Thank you." Without any other word, we lay on the floor and Bill,
more experienced, started licking and sucking my nipples and neck. This new
unknown pleasure astonished me, his little dick hard as a rock; however,
Bill continued and then he placed his lips on mine and we started kissing;
first tenderly and as the act progressed I felt the need to swallow him. He
had parted my teeth and put his tongue into my mouth. That was new for
me. I would have rejected it if I knew it, but now I could not say no,
because I had accepted it beforehand and probably that was a kiss as for a
girl and I wanted to learn. However, as our tongues whirled inside, I
started to enjoy it, rubbing my friend's back as both dicks ground against
each other. Soon we forgot the 69 position of the other boys and eagerly
rubbed each other body.

Paul stopped for a moment his sucking as he watched us, little boys,
eagerly kissing each other.  He was near his climax; nevertheless, the
younger boys intrigued him because he would have liked to do it himself.

       "Peter, can you see Bill and Tomas doing it?"

       "Yes, I think my little brother is a little bit queer."

       "I don't think he is; at our ages, there is not much difference
between a girl and a boy.  Can we try? Perhaps that has fun."

       "Let's finish as we are now, I'm near to cum and I can hear your
moans, you are not too far."

       "Yes, you are right." The two older boys resumed their lovemaking
sucking each other.  Meanwhile, Bill and I were close to our mutual
climaxes. We accelerated our moves as our tongues were inside our mouths;
soon we pushed our crotches and embraced very tightly, stopped breathing
and broke our kiss. We moaned loudly as a strong and continuous orgasm hit
our bodies. Relaxed we hugged tenderly. After a while, Bill said:

       "It was good, wasn't it, Tom?"

       "Sure it was." I confirmed." Peter and Paul were very close to their
climaxes. As they were breathing heavily, Paul leaving for a moment his
friend's dick and with a husky voice, said:

       "Peter, I, I, I'm coming. I'll pee your mouth." Peter knew what was
going to happen.

       "Don't worry, go for it. I'll drink it." He did not say to his
friend what really was coming.  Half a minute later, they could not resist
anymore; their breathing stopped and both pushed their cocks inside his
pal's mouth as deep as possible. They groaned loudly as Peter shot his load
into his friend mouth and Paul did the same for the first time.

       "Peter, it has been fantastic, but I didn't pee. What was it?" Paul
did not drink his friend's first clear semen; he tenderly showed him his
tongue and spate the clear cum on his hand.  "What are you doing?" He
grinned at his friend saying:

       "Paul, it is your semen, not pee. You are now a little man, the same
as me." He could not believe it, but before he could react, Paul licked his
friend cream and drank it, and for the first time, he kissed his friend on
the lips. "Congratulations Paul!" He could not believe it; he was
astonished. We also hugged and congratulated him. That was the first time I
saw semen closely. Then Paul stood up and shouted:

       "Hey, I'm a man! Please, Peter, let us do it again, I want to see my
seeds." Their young bodies had already refilled and they were very hot and
emotional again; however, this time they started kissing, first tenderly
and as minutes passed, passionately, especially when their tongues
met. Near them, Bill and I chose the 69 position starting sucking eagerly
each other.  My lack of experience scrapped a little my teeth over my new
friend's sensible cockhead, he moaned in pain.

       "Please Tomas, mind your teeth, you should use only your lips." He
warned me.

       "Sorry Bill, I'll suck you better." Therefore, I did. After some
minutes, we were again breathing hard, reaching the point of no return with
our dry orgasms. We collapsed exhausted each one on his side. I heard Peter
as he felt coming to his second orgasm saying:

       "Paul, I'm coming." They sat and started jacking one another
off. They moaned in pleasure, Peter came first, his shots reached his
chest, his belly button and his crotch. Still breathing hard, he motioned
his friend to lie down on his back. He put his left hand on his friend's
ball sack caressing it; his right one started with speed to jerk him. Paul
groaned; he arched his hips, stopped breathing and he shot his second clear
boy cream that landed on his crotch; a few more drops dribbled along Paul's
fist. He raised himself still recovering and contemplated his first semen.

       "Please, Paul, drop it on my palm." Paul with care squeezed his
fingers, so most of his friend's seed went onto his palm; he then offered
his fingers to Paul that sucked them until they were clean. With curiosity,
I put the tip of my forefinger in his palm, then in my mouth, after tasting
it I spate with a grimace on my face.

       "I don't like it," I said. However, Paul with an emotional trembling
added:

       "Boys, I'm a man, and this is my first semen. I want to cry, to
shout and to say to the world, but first of all, I want to show it to
Frank." All three gazed at each other amazed, but he did not seem to
notice. Our penises were now flaccid and dangling as we went where my dad
was finalizing to prepare the camp. He watched us approaching.

       "How was it, I thought you were lost in the forest." We smiled, and
Paul excited and blushing said:

       "Frank, please, look at this. I would never have done with my
father, but you are different; you are a friend and the best man I ever
met." Dad blushed and felt a pang of emotion in his chest as he realised
what the boy brought to him. "Frank, I'm a man, and this is my first
semen. Isn't great?" He hugged Paul with emotion.

       "It is more than that, young man. You will better understand when
you are older; you are now an important part of Mother Nature with a
determined role in his infinite time."

       "I would like to shout, to yell loudly."

       "Do it as our ancestors used to do many centuries ago. Make your
offer to our Mother Nature." Then we took him to a high rock, carefully not
dropping his semen; we helped him to climb on it, then we descended a
little to a small plateau on the top. Paul raised his arms to the skies,
his long hair flying with the wind up there like a flag. It was a beautiful
picture, he seemed a little god; he shouted:

       "Mother Nature, I'm a man. Here is my proof. I offer you forever!"
His shouts, still with the pitchy voice of a boy, went against the high
mountains and the echo sounded like a choir of hundreds of voices. Probably
it was a coincidence, but up and far away in the peaks, as it normally
happens in summer, we saw a light and heard a strong thunder, as if Mother
Nature had accepted the boy's offer. He then drunk his semen and descended
from the top; all four hugged him very tight with congratulations. With a
trembling voice, he then said:

       "Frank, she has accepted my offer!" We were now with blurred eyes of
joy; we hugged him. He then added, "Tomorrow I'll cut my hair as Peter
has. I'm not a baby anymore with long hair." Then we took him with our arms
gripped around him and launched him into the water. We followed him and
played for some time.

       "Now boys, the ceremony and ritual have ended. We must prepare our
lunch. After lunch, since the weather was hot and the day very long, we all
dropped into the cave for a nap.  We rested, and at 6:00 pm, all got up for
the swimming lessons. My dad said:

       "Boys, as Tomas will show you when you are swimming, your entire
body must be as a submarine, so nothing opposes to your speed. Your head
must remain into the water; your arms as if you were rowing; your feet as
rear propellers." Paul argued:

       "But, how can we breathe?"

       "Please see Tomas. I jumped into the crystal waters, showing them
how to swim and breathe." I proudly gazed to my dad; slowly I swam turning
my head only a little so that my nose got the air. "See, he intakes air
thru his mouth and expels it thru his nostrils as he advances, not needing
to expose his head to the air. Now you must try, however, don't expect to
succeed immediately, you need to be patient and insist many times. You
cannot get anything good without effort." The three boys jumped into the
water and started copying my motions. We were engaged and happy; the time
elapsed quickly and was near sunset.

       "Please boys, end your practices for today, we need to prepare our
home for tonight."  Obediently all got out, and, in order to keep them
warm, he said, "Now, please go and bring dry wood to start the fire for
tonight." We put at work and soon brought a large number of dry pine
branches and bushes. We built the fireplace with stones on the entrance of
the cave. The night came but it was warm, so we remained naked. Dad set up
the fire, the flames beamed and all sat near the fire eating eagerly our
dinner. When we had satisfied the hunger, dad added, "Now we will toast for
Paul's future manhood." Paul was surprised as he thought the ceremony had
ended. "Please take your glasses." He went inside and brought some
honeycombs, he divided it into five portions, one each. "Now squeeze it
into the glass and add some water." We did, and when the sweet beverage was
ready, he said, "For Paul, we wish him long and happy manhood. Please,
Paul, think of a wish before we toast." We all kept silence for a few
seconds, and then he said:

       "I have expressed my wish and I want you, my best friends, to know
it."

       "That's private, you don't need to disclose it," Peter said.

       "I know. I wish that we continue being friends and above all, that
Frank remains with us the longest as possible. I'll be grateful to you,
Frank, for all my life." We raised the glasses and all drank the sweet
nectar. We chatted for a long time, the moon was shining beautifully; it
seemed that the forest was covered with a milk layer.

       "It is bedtime, boys." The night isn't cold; therefore, if you want,
you can remain naked, however, you must wrap yourselves in your blankets."

       "Dad, can we wrap in a pair?" I asked.

       "Of course you can." The elder boys choose to be together and Bill
and I put our bodies in a single bundle. Dad added more wood to the fire
and he wrapped himself separated from the two boy-couples. Soon we heard
the elder boys' giggles as they started petting under the covers. Peter
caressed Paul:

       "Let's enjoy as Bill and Tomas did. I liked when we joined our
tongues, we should have tried it before"

	"Never is too late." Paul did to his friend, parting his mouth and
their tongues swirled passionately, not far from Bill and me. That day I
had discovered the pleasure of kissing. I was surprised when near in a
whisper Billy said:

       "I think I love you, Tomas." I felt something strange and pleasant
only to compare when my dad told me he loved me, years before. My chest
enlarged with a strong breath; I thought I could not disappoint my new
friend and, instinctively, I hugged him gently. I said:

       "Me, too, Bill." We cuddled into each other arms started petting;
our dicks rock hard rubbing together.

       "Please Bill, lick and suck my nipples as you did before. I'll do it
to you later." Bill scooted down under the cover and eagerly started
licking and sucking my tummy, then my nipples. Suddenly he rotated and
started sucking my hard little weenie. I had Bill's cock in front of me and
engulfed it entirely inside my mouth, taking care not to hurt him with my
teeth. A few minutes later, we all were breathing hard until that nice
feeling hit our young bodies expressed with a low groan. Bill returned to
his original position. We embraced and drifted to sleep. In a few minutes,
Bill was peacefully asleep; however, I was not; I still was excited about
remembering the day events. "I love you, Bill," I murmured."

On the other side in the bliss of their lovemaking, Peter was caressing his
friend's long hair and rubbing his boy's face.

       "I like your hair, Paul. Why are you cutting it?"

       "You know I like you Peter, but now we are becoming men, and I want
my hair cut. In addition, I'll tell my mom to buy me long trousers for the
next winter.

       "I'll do the same. I'll lose the beauty of your thighs." They
caressed once more and cuddled against each other, warming their bodies.

Dad heard all those groans and moans and he could not help as fond memories
returned to him when he was with Michael at our age. He got up and went
outside, as he was going to pee. He observed the boys were asleep, and the
moon shining, he started jerking his long cock with his eyes on the sky;
when he was close to shooting his load he stopped with a pray, as our
ancestor used to do centuries ago before the Romans conquered our country;
he said:

       "Gods and Goddess please protect my son and his friends, they
deserve it; this is my offer."

He continued jacking his prick off, his left hand pressing his ball
sack. He started squirting load after a load of thick semen until he
emptied his deposit and his dick started to get flaccid. He approached the
water and washed his hands and his penis. Then he returned to the cave,
thrown some pieces of wood on the fire, checked the boys one by one and
better covered their little bodies with the blankets. He wrapped himself
and drifted to sleep.

Chapter 16
--------------

He thought all boys were asleep, but quietly I could see and hear my dad
implore in his sexual act; I got hard watching my adored dad and slowly I
jerked my dick with the same pace as my dad had done. My dry orgasm hit me
as my father started shooting his load. I mentally repeated my dad's pray,
changing some words:

	"Gods and Goddess please protect my dad, he is the best dad in the
world and I love him. I can't offer my seed because I'm not yet able to do
so, but I promise you, I'll come here to do as Paul have done." A little
cloud crossed before the moon as if she winked her eye at me; then I also
got asleep.

As soon as the sun rose in the East, all got up, washed our face on the
lagoon and had breakfast. Dad then said:

       "Please collect anything that we have brought with us and put into a
paper bag for trash.  We must leave this place as we found it, clean and
neat." We picked everything; threw water to the ashes and covered them with
stones.

       "Dad, can we remain naked?" I asked.

       "There is not any problem, we'll stop near where we did our first
lunch when we came; there is a large pond in there, so we can have a bath,
dress and continued to the village." When we sat down after lunch, dad
added: "This has been a fructiferous hike, and we must tell our pals what
we have done, so they can learn thru our experiences."

       "Everything?" Paul asked grinning.

       "Well, not exactly. That part is private; however, we can make a
reference to Mother Nature in one way or another." Then looking at my dad,
I pointed out:

       "And, what's about our offers?" I stressed my words looking at him
so he could guess I had seen him. My dad grinned.

       "You all, as a team, must write down, about plants, fossils,
biological conception, etc.  We'll read it in a week time, and a copy will
be sent to the city education authorities." We arrived at the village at
the nightfall. We dropped each boy at his home; I was the last one. He
kissed me on the cheek and said goodnights.

Something was happening in Peter and Bill's home, not very important but
significant. The brothers reported to his dad how wonderful the hike had
been and that they were ready to repeat it again. Paul entered his home and
went directly to the kitchen where his mom was. He was the only child in
his house, his mom could not have any more babies; however, she would have
preferred a girl to a boy, though she enjoyed watching her son with long
hair, all contrary her husband that hated it.

       "How was the hike, son? His mom asked.

       "It has been really good. Frank is a great man and the boys very
cool. However, I want you to give me money to go to the barber to cut my
hair."

       "Why? You look very handsome in it. Did they tell you anything?"

       "No, they didn't, but I'm a little man as Frank said, and I want my
hair cut short." He was determined and she knew her son was similar to his
dad. She insisted:

       "But why? I'll talk tomorrow to Frank, perhaps he has convinced
you..." Paul got upset with his mother; she was ruining his happiness on
that special day. He almost shouted.

       "You don't need to speak to anybody, it is my hair and I want it cut
short; that's all." His dad heard his argument and intervened.

       "What's going on?" Paul took his dad apart, red as a beetroot and in
a low voice, he said.

       "Dad, I'm already a man and I want my hair cut short." His dad
understood his son and hugged him.

       "No argument; tomorrow the boy will have his hair cut. Moreover, the
next trousers will be long ones, no more shorts, except in summer when he
wants to wear them." With reluctance, she accepted it and the next morning,
before going to school, Paul got his hair cut short. Very proud, he entered
the classroom and sat down near his friend Peter that smiled at him.

       "You are a very handsome and a little man now, my friend."

       "Thanks for the compliment."

After kissing my dad pushed the door and entered my other home. Mom had
been peeking thru the window how dad said goodbye, she sighed.

       "How was the hike, my son?" She asked.

       "Very well mom; we enjoyed a lot, swimming, watching animals,
plants... The boys were very happy and we had a very good time."

       "You enjoy being with your dad, don't you?"

       "Yes mom, I do. I like him a lot; he is so great... and adores me."

       "I'm sure he does. As far as I know, he has only loved two persons,
you and his friend Michael.

       "Did he do to you?" She quickly answered.

       "No, he didn't. If he had, you would have now ten brothers or
sisters." I did not want to continue that conversation, because I was very
happy and did not need to share with anybody else.

       "Mom, I want to have a bath, can you please hit the water?"

       "Yes, I'll get it ready for my angel."

The following week the team wrote down the results of the hike and Williams
carried out the reading. Advised by dad, his father attended to the moment
but being careful his son could not see him. The educational authorities
congratulated them and promised to provide the school with several camp
tents for future occasions. The sergeant hugged dad on the premises with
emotion and later his sons at home. Bill and I became best friends. Our
friendship lasted for two wonderful years; until his father's bosses
transferred him to the capital city with a new assignment; however, as you
well know, we met again in the University and today our mutual Company is
getting on very well. Williams is an excellent engineer." Rosemary caressed
her husband, extended her hand and gladly noticed the night still was long
and her man ready.

Frankie was sat with his brother, they knew soon would say goodbye until he
returned next summer. Frankie was worried and could not prevent his tears
when he talked about this.

       "Jim, I'll miss you a lot, I don't know to whom I'll speak in the
night."

       "Well, you can fantasy with many things, for example about the new
school, or about John."

       "To fantasy about him, I don't need you going to France. Every night
I must beat my cock recalling our meetings." Jim laughed. "Jim, before you
go you must tell me about the rest of our brother Tomas' life with dad."

       "Ok, if we get early in bed, I can tell you tonight. But I have to
continue studying French; I want to get to France and speak French, not
correctly, of course, but to make me understood."

       "OK, as soon as you finish with your French we can go to bed." They
were early in bed, but as soon as they rocked under the covers Jim noticed
his brother rubbing his thighs and cock, this got him also hot and
hard. "Jim, please, can we do something to get our soldiers to sleep?" Jim
grinned.

       "I'm afraid that the only way is satisfying them. Today had been a
long and busy day, with no time except for your birthday. You must choose,
sex or our brother's history."  Reluctantly Frankie said:

       "I prefer about our brother. Sure I'll miss you a lot."

       "Do you know, Frankie?, when I was four you were just several
months, one day you were crying; I was playing outside with another kid, I
ran to your cot and facing you I said: Please my baby, don't cry or I'll do
it myself. I think you understood because you stopped crying, smiled at me
and extended your little arms up to me. I got you on my chest and we near
fell down; mom came running to us and she got mad at me; she thought I
wanted to hurt you because I was jealous. I cried bitterly because she did
not understand me. Dad came and took me on his chest; he kissed me
repeatedly until I stopped sobbing. I murmured that I loved you; so he went
to the cot took you from there and placed you on my lap. I hugged you
tenderly. You were so happy that mom caressed me repeatedly, saying, Sorry
my little son, I was wrong.

       "I know you liked me, as far as I can remember; only I could see
your face petting and adoring me. Frankie slid to his left side facing Jim,
his elbow on the bed, he said:

       "Please, Jim, tell me the rest of our brother's history.

Jim started telling Frankie what he knew about their elder brother, more or
less what Tomas had told his wife. When Jim ended, Frankie was astonished,
he asked his brother:

       "Was it as you have told me, Jim"?

       "Not one hundred per cent, I also put my imagination, however, I
would bet 99% was true because Tomas told me, and he would not lie me,
would he?"

       "What about Tomas' pals?

       "Well, as far as I know, Peter joined the police; today he is a
high-rank officer, I think a colonel. Paul is a professor specialized in
physic and mathematics; he works in a high school in the city. I think dad
is thinking about him for a contract as vice-general director in the new
School, thus, he would be his successor. Bill studied electricity with
Tomas and today is Tomas's partner in their firm. He lives in the city."
Now, it is time to sleep.

	"I'm hard", Frankie said.

	"Me too, but we need to sleep, we have a lot of things to do,
besides I have to continue studying French, I have no time to lose." With
this, he put off the lights, cuddled and they got asleep.

The following day Jim continued his French studies and attended
school. Frankie met John and at that moment, as usual, he wanted to hug
him. When the break started, they ran to the little forest and hid behind
some bushes they knew; there they petted tenderly but quickly.

       "John, you are great!" I grinned at him. Then I asked.

       "Frankie, shall I wait for you this evening?"

       "No, I can't go. I have many chores to do at home. Mom is very busy
preparing for Jim's departure.

       "I'll miss you, Frankie, I would like to kiss you right here, even
to make sex with you, no matter if they call me the fag or whatever, and I
would risk anything for you."

       "I'll miss you, too. I know how you feel because I feel the same. On
the other hand, Jim is in his last week with us until he goes to France and
I want to be with him as much as possible."

       "You are right. Ok, we'll wait." I felt a stirring of disappointment
in my stomach; I loved Frankie as only a child can do to another child; I
was mad about him, I wanted him to be desperately in love with me; probably
he was, but he didn't demonstrate it at that moment. That night Frankie and
Jim went early to bed; Frankie cuddled into his older brother arms and
started to sob.

       "Why are you sobbing, my little bro?"

       "Jim, I'll miss you too much, I'm sure I'll feel alone. I'm not used
to be without you."

       "Don't worry, you have John with you, he'll sure console you." Just
naming John and his sobs increased, he near shouted. "Please Jim, fuck me,
fuck me hard without any lube, it doesn't matter if you hurt me, I deserve
it." Now the young boy was crying, not just sobbing.

       "What's the matter with you, Frankie? You know I would never hurt
you. Why do you want to be hurt?"

       "Jim, I'm not being honest with you and that makes me feel
miserable."

       "Why, little bro?"

       "Because it is true that I'll miss you, but I can't help thinking
about John, he is the cause of my sobs. Sorry, Jim."

       "But which is the problem?" Then Frankie said:

       "Today, during the break, we quickly petted, he wanted me to ride to
the farm and spend some time together alone, loving and playing; you
know. He didn't matter that anyone could call him a fag or whatever as far
as I was with him, however, instead of paying him back, I argued that I had
some chores and needed to be with you. I'm sure he was disappointed, he is
so smart... I know him, but he accepted and didn't argue because it was my
word and he never doubted it. In fact, I could have gone and had fun with
him, I was a hypocrite because I wanted it as much as he did."

       "If you enjoy with him as I believe, you must always be honest to
your friend, Frankie.  He is a good boy and a better friend; he doesn't
deserve you being deceitful with him." That even increased Frankie's sobs
as he was regretting it.

       "I know, Jim, but now it is too late to amend it. If he finds out
he'll never trust me again."

       "It isn't too late Frankie, why don't you call him? Partially it was
true what you said, and he only wanted to know about you; he'll sure
understand when hears from you. Lovers are silly like that."

       "Please don't make jokes, Jim. How can I call him? Going now there
on the bike and throwing stones on his window?"

       "Oh no, we have a better new way, the phone."

       "The phone? Does it work?

       "Yes since this morning, and John number is on the list." Frankie
jumped off the bed, he returned to the bed, kissed quickly his brother and
ran downstairs naked as he was. He dialled a number.

       "Hello, I'm Frankie, can I talk to John?" Maria then shouted:

       "John, it is for you, Frankie's calling." I was in bed trying to
read a comic and could not concentrate because I was thinking of him. "Does
he love me as I love him?" I was thinking when I heard my mom, I ran
downstairs, naked as I always was, my dick dangling.

       "Yes!"

       "I adore you, John and I want you to know that. If you want me now,
I'll ride the bike, naked as I'm and go to your farm to embrace you and to
make whatever you want from me."  John sighed as a blur was forming in his
eyes.

       "I worship you, my sweetheart; you are a naughty boy being naked as
I am." I heard a clear musical laugh on the other end of the line that made
me laugh too. "You are great!"

       "It is wonderful to hear from you, John. I knew you were
disappointed this morning, in fact, making an effort, I could have gone,
sorry for that. I wanted it more than you, so I have felt miserable not
going."

       "Just to hear you my heart is so full of joy that I have forgotten
everything. We'll have time. Don't worry. I'm mad about you Frankie."

       "Me too. I would eat you in a single mouthful."

       "Please, Frankie, let's finish because my little brother is getting
hard and my mom is watching me. Have a nice dream. I'll see you tomorrow."

       "I'll see you my beautiful John." Frankie made a sound kiss on the
phone and put the receiver on its place.
       "I love you, Frankie." He murmured as he replaced the receiver. He
ran upstairs and at the same time, he was telling his mom. "Mom, I have
changed my mind, I'll be here in a minute to wait for dad." His mom
chuckled.

Frankie also ran upstairs but now with his dick erect, he jumped on Jim's
bed that received him with open arms.

Chapter 17
-------------

	"Jim, you are leaving and I wonder when you will be able to fuck
anyone, or even to suck, so I want you to do it to me, but tenderly." Jim
hugged his brother.

       "Frankie, I told you we are brothers and we should not do it. On the
other hand, you prefer to make things with nobody, except with John."

       "Now it will be different. John and I did each other and I think I'm
prepared. I want to please you and have a good time together. We won't be
able to be alone as tonight before you go, so we have only this chance."

       "No Frankie. I can't do it. Look my cock's thicknesses, it will hurt
you badly, and even you may bleed. I like you too much to hurt you;
definitely, no; please don't insist." Jim hugged his younger brother again.

       "I don't mind, it is your opportunity, I like to see your face, it
is lovely when that nice feeling arrives in you."

       "You haven't seen yourself. I would like to have a film camera so
you could see yourself. You are so sexy when you receive your orgasm..."
Jim lay on his back and Frankie started kissing Jim. He licked and sucked
his earlobes, nipples, bellybutton and finally passionately his lips. Their
tongues met, and their saliva mixed. Their dicks were hard as rocks, then
Frankie scooted down to his brother crotch, he continued down and felt how
his brother's dick rubbed underneath of him. He straddled his brother over
his thighs and started licking and sucking his large cock. "Please,
Frankie." Jim dragged Frankie up to him and started grinding their crotches
with their hard cocks; some minutes later, near at the same time, both
brothers received that immense gratification in form of a great
orgasm. Frankie fell on top of his brother, his lovely head on Jim's left
shoulder. He kept breathing hard on top of his brother meanwhile Jim
caressed his hair and kissed him where he could reach. When they recovered,
he said:

       "Jim, that was fantastic."

       I'll miss you all the time." He felt comfortable feeling his brother
cock between his thighs and his semen between their bellies; he did not
want to spoil those wonderful moments; he wanted Jim to take with him the
best memories.

       "Did you like it, Jim?

       "Yes, you did perfectly." This is the best present I have ever
received." Frankie could not help and reached his brother's face and kissed
him tenderly and long. Then both remained for some minutes quietly, each
one engaged in his own thoughts. Frankie then said:

       "Jim, would you tell me now the rest of our brother Tomas history?"

       "Yes, I'll do now, but we better clean ourselves, otherwise we may
stain the bed." They went to the bathroom and washed. Once they finished,
rushed to the bed and lay facing each other, their cocks now
satisfied. Then Jim started:

	"Dad and Tomas continued their mutual lives in the same manner as
they had done.  Every weekend, dad normally left on Friday evening,
returning late on Saturday. In those times, Tomas took the opportunity to
introduce Bill in the house, so they had good times together.  They had
become best friends, like you and John.

       "As John and I? That's impossible."

       "Ok, near as you and John" They grinned.

       "That's better," Frankie said as Jim continued:

"One Saturday afternoon, they started having sex on the large couch, but
Tomas suggested going to the bed. They sucked and jerked off until they
were tired and without feeling the time, they got asleep. Fortunately, dad
came that Saturday earlier than some other times, it was close to sunset
when he entered the house; he saw two pairs of shorts, shirts and sandals
on the couch, but no boys, so he went upstairs and found Tomas and Bill
cuddled into each other arms with the best of smiles on their angel
faces. He guessed what had happened, so quietly he pecked both boys on the
head as Tomas woke up. He then instead of scolding him, spoke slowly.

       "Son, it is near sunset, perhaps Bill's parents are missing him and
they may start looking for him" Tomas extended his arms and above all, he
embraced his dad.

       "Oh dad, you have returned early today. Yes, Bill told me he had to
return soon to his house, he might be spanked if he doesn't return in
time."

       "In that case, I'll go and see his dad, I'll tell him he is here;
meanwhile you can wake him up." Dad went to the police station and asked
for the boss; they introduced him into the premises, the sergeant was
imparting instructions to his second in command. He was surprised watching
dad there, he thought something grave might have occurred:

       "Frank, can we help you?"

       "It is nothing important, all contrary. Bill is playing with my son
at my house. I just have come to tell you he is there, they are engulfed
reading a tale and want to end it."

       "Thank you, Frank. I told him to be here right after sunset because
I wanted to be sure that he is safe at home before we leave for a party
with my bosses. His brother has just arrived."

       "I'll tell them to leave the reading for another day and come here
immediately."

       "Frank, knowing he is there I don't mind he comes later, my worries
are gone, I want to be sure he is at home before we leave."

       "Peter, my son will sleep there tonight, if you feel he is surer
under my custody, it would be fine to me."

       "Would you make me that favour, Frank?"

       "Of course I would."

       "In that case, I'll tell my wife about that."

       "Peter, since you will need to sleep late tomorrow, he can be there
until the afternoon; in fact, I had planned to go to the river to swim; I'm
training them properly. If you agree, I can take Bill with us." Young Peter
heard the last words and asked his dad.

       "Dad, please, can we go? We are eager to learn to swim as they do. I
would like you could see Tomas swimming, he is a little shack."

       "Ok, Frank. I leave my children with you. Peter, you can stay here
and Bill sleeps over in Frank's home. I'll give you something." He went
into the store of the police station and brought a rounded object with a
long cord attached to it. "A couple of years ago, we asked for one of these
life-rings in case of an emergency and they sent us three, so you can have
one."

       "Thanks, Peter, it is a useful tool in case someone is drowning;
we'll take it with us during the training." Then he addressed to young
Peter: "We'll wait for you tomorrow morning at 11:00. Hope you enjoy your
party, Peter. Good nights."

       "Thanks, Frank and good nights." Dad returned and as he entered, he
found Tomas and Bill still in bed, laughing and making ticklish each
other. Bill looked at Frank with doubt.

       "Well, I must go; at least I suppose you have saved me from being
spanked."

       "Yes I did and I have even better news; you can stay tonight here
and sleep with Tom.  Tomorrow we'll go swimming in the river; Peter, and
probably Paul, will join us." The boys were amazed and naked they jumped on
Frank's chest; he had to bend himself until he also was on the bed.

       "Thanks, dad, you are great!"

"This took place a couple of weeks after the hike. The rest of the year,
Tomas and Bill continued their meetings, enjoying their friendship in many
sleepovers. A year later, dad and Tomas programmed for themselves a hike to
the same place with the aim of climbing a high cliff near the lagoon. It
was a difficult one, but Tomas was very keen on climbing and he wanted to
test himself. He had grown a lot lately and was now a strong and healthy
boy well over 12 y/o. They started on a Saturday early morning as in the
previous hike. They made the same stops on their way up. In the pool got
naked, and they swam for a moment to cool their bodies out. After a little
rest, they resumed their walk to the mountains, both naked enjoying the
Nature. While they were walking the last rocks, Tomas said:

       "Dad, I must tell you something."

       "What is it, son."

       "Last night I had a beautiful dream; I can't exactly remember, but I
near wetted the bed."  Frank chuckled guessing his son's problem. "I only
can remember that I was going to pee, so in the last minute, I woke up and
I pressed my cock that was very hard, as it is now, but then, the need of
peeing disappeared. Funny, isn't it?"

       "Yes; I think you interrupted something natural. Have you jerked off
since then?

       "No, I haven't. What's that natural thing I interrupted?

       "I'm not a hundred per cent sure, but I think you cut off your first
semen emission."

       "Did I? You mean I'm already a man?"

       "I don't know, we'll be sure when the semen appears, eventually very
soon. You are almost 13 y/o and that is the right time, plus your body has
developed a lot."

       "That means that I'll become a man, ready to conceive a baby, am I
right dad?"

       "Absolutely; however, it will take some months until you shoot a
full load." Tomas kept silence; if he had been at home with Bill, he might
have jerked off and found out; nevertheless he was going to climb a high
cliff and wanted to keep all his energies; once he finished he would jerk
off his dick; sure his dad would approve it, even in his presence", he
thought. He wanted it as a special moment for both. A few hours later, they
arrived at the cave, left the backpacks in the cave and jumped into the
fresh water. It was pleasant; they swam crossing twice the lagoon and then
lay under the sun to warm up. After a light lunch, they rested for a while.

       "Dad, did you fuck many girls?"

       "Well, it depends on what you call girl. General speaking, I like to
refer to them as women. I understand for a girl a female up to she is a
teenager, let us say 16 or 17. Yes, I have fucked many and I still want to
fuck a lot of them, until I fall in love with one, then I'll stop and will
take to bed only my wife. These are my plans, however, it may change."

       "How old were you when you first fucked a girl?" Dad grinned at our
brother.

       "Now you are correct. We were thirteen."

       "You said we were; do you refer to the girl?"

       "No, they were twelve; we, Michael and I, were thirteen."

       "And after that?"

       "They were countless of all ages and conditions. Single, married,
widows, young and olds." Tomas laughed at his dad's description. However,
he wanted to make a question regarding his own mother, but he thought that
perhaps it was too embarrassing to answer it.

       "Dad, I understand you fucked my mom." Frank looked at his son in
surprise, he did not expect his boy to make any question regarding this
part of his life, but he wanted to be honest with him and never to hide the
truth; no matter if that was difficult or easy to answer.

       "It is obvious that I did, otherwise you wouldn't be here speaking
to me." Tomas grinned with satisfaction as his dad relied on him. "I
suppose you want to know more in detail, don't you?"

       "Please dad, if you want. In any case, I am very proud of you and
very happy being your only son, so I don't need to share your love and your
time with anyone else. I know it is selfish, but I express what I feel."

       "Sincerity is not a sin, but all contrary. Yes, we fucked each other
for a month. You should never forget that when you are fucking a girl or a
woman, she also enjoys as much as you do, even sometimes more than you do,
whenever you know how to do it and not to behave like an animal, as many
men do. That is the key point in the relationship between man and woman. I
have known many married women that went to bed with me because their
husbands didn't fuck them properly."

       "Dad, will you teach me how to do it?"

       "Of course I will, but not now. We will have time. However, you must
always remember that your counterpart is also a human being, with your own
needs; so, as a smart boy as you are, you must satisfy her/him as you would
want to she/he satisfies you."

       "Dad, only one more question. Did you fuck a boy or were you fucked
any time?"

       "When we are boys, as natural things, we want to experiment and
explore all aspects of sexual behaviour. Yes, I fucked several times only
one boy when I was your age, and he fucked me since both enjoyed fucking
someone else and had not another alternative. That lasted until we got a
girl, since that moment we never repeated this."

       "Thanks, dad, only a father like you would say that to his son."

       "I love you, my son, more than anything in the world and I don't
want any shade between us." Tomas then sighed embracing his dad tenderly.

       "Thanks, dad for your explanations and sincerity. You are great!"

       "Well, I think we have chatted enough; now let's go to our
objective. It is a beautiful cliff, but you must always remember that
mountains are like a pretty girl, you must respect it, but as prettier as
they are the more dangerous until you know them."

They took all the necessary tools and started climbing. Frank, as an
experimented climber was ahead, ten metres behind was Tomas. Gradually,
they went up the dangerous wall. Frank reached the top that was near a
plateau covered with grass and a few pine trees. Tomas felt strong and able
to take some decisions on his own, but these normally lead to mistakes when
we have not enough experience. Tomas made an error, his foot failed and he
fell down. He was tied up to the cord attached to his dad, so in his fall
he dragged down his dad that at this moment was trying to fix the cord to a
rock. Frank fell on his tummy and pulled down by his son's
weight. Fortunately, in his fall, he gripped his hands around a strong pine
bush ten metres down the cliff's top. His son now was dangling in the air
hanged by the rope attached to his dad's waist some metres from the
climbing route. Frank was bleeding thru his knees, elbows and some
scratches on his face. Tomas was aghast watching he was near his death
suspended over the emptiness of the deep cliff.

       "Help dad, please help me!" He started crying frightened and
horrified, alone hanging from the rope in that terrible wall, unable to
touch the rock. Frank shouted to his son:

       "Please son, don't panic, and above all, don't try to blame
yourself. It is an accident, so cool out and don't panic; stay quiet! The
worst is over; now it depends on our ability to save our lives; remember
what I have taught you." Tomas could not help crying, as he was petrified
and scared; his dad noticed it and treated to calm his son down. "Tom, I'm
going to try to lift you until you touch the rock, then you can climb by
yourself slowly. Be absolutely sure that we'll get our goal." His dad's
words reassured his esteem. He shouted back:

       "Ok, dad. Only a couple of metres and I would be able to grab the
rocks." He also was bleeding by his knees, forearms and palms, however,
nothing grave, only scratches. Frank rested for a few minutes, then with a
tremendous effort, he lifted himself and his son until he was on top of the
bush's platform; then he pulled up the cord until he heard Tomas. "Dad, I
have grabbed the rock, I'm glued to it."

       "It is wonderful. Now rest for a few minutes until your blood
circulation returns and your full strength returns to you; don't
hurry. Once you are more comfortable, you can start the ascension. When you
make a few metres, you will stop and fix yourself to the rock as I taught
you, then I'll continue climbing for another few metres; that method will
allow us not to be in danger. Is it clear son?"

       "Yes dad, I'm now much better. I'm not seriously injured, only a few
scratches." They started the ascension of the rock combining their
actions. An hour later Frank was again on the plateau, he fixed the rope to
a strong pine, and then he shouted to his son.

       "Tom, I'm at the top, I'll lift you."

       "No dad, don't do it. I have to win this competition against this
whore fucking wall; I'm now enjoying climbing." Frank smiled, his boy had
changed from fear to braveness, from panic to quietness; he was happy after
all for the lesson.

       "Ok son, enjoy your climbing; think the mountain is a beautiful girl
to whom you are gaining your bet."

Chapter 18
--------------

"Notwithstanding, without Tomas noticing it, dad carefully was gaining rope
and fixing it in case he fell again; but the boy didn't need it. Tomas,
gradually, continued his ascension. He was truly enjoying it, his dick
started to get hard with every step as he rubbed it against the rock; it
was like slow masturbation. However, he knew he could not drain any bit of
his energy, nevertheless, he could not help being as hard as the rock he
was climbing. Finally, he reached the top exultant of emotions. There were
several pines on the plateau about 20 metres from the cliff's edge; dad was
standing shirtless, cleaning some of his wounds. Tomas climbed the last
metre, he was sweating copiously, as soon he got into the plateau he took
off his shirt and untied the rope from his waist; as he advanced he watched
his dear dad taking care of his wounds, naked waist up.

       "Dad, I got it! I got it!." Frank watched his exultant son full of
joy and some scratches along his semi-naked smooth body; he also could
observe the tent that his penis had formed on his short; he was sexually
excited, as an animal male after fighting against another male for its
female, and won the fight. He ran to him and jumped into his dad's open
arms, as that day, when his father spanked him and was lost in the storm in
the streets of the village. Tomas was already a big boy his head near
reached dad's nose, however, dad caught him in the air, noticing the
pressure of his erected dick against his belly.

       "My son! My adored son! I have never been so scared in my life as
today." He kissed and hugged his son. Slowly he dropped his boy on the soft
floor as Tomas started kissing back his dad everywhere, on the face, on the
neck, on the shoulders... until he placed his young and soft lips on his
dad's. Firstly, tenderly, but soon his kiss diverted to a sexual
significance, he was eagerly sucking his dad's tongue. Frank realised about
his son needs, he knew that after that long and strong fight, he needed a
great prize and he was ready to grant his son with the best reward he could
provide. He surrounded his son with his left and powerful arm, slid his
right hand to the boy's tented fly and rubbed it; Tomas moaned in
pleasure. Frank unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shorts that dropped
to his ankles; Tomas with his heel took off his sandals and stepped out of
his shorts. Frank tenderly walked down with his son in his arms in
continued kissing, until they sat on the soft pine leaves floor. He
squeezed the boy dick's head now pouring precum, smearing it on the
shaft. He slowly started jerking Tomas off. This was the first time he had
touched his son's penis, now with a fair size. Tomas moaned thru his nose
in pleasure, rubbing his dad back and belly as his orgasm approached. He
felt a strong need of peeing as the previous night, but now he did not care
about peeing, he was in his dear dad's arms and he, as contrary his own
mom, would not mind, so he abandoned himself to the pleasure that was
rising in his body. Soon he felt that beautiful feeling coming to the tip
of his cock, his breathing increased and he left his dad's mouth and
dropped his head on his right shoulder. He received that wonderful
discharge as if he was peeing strongly.

Dad could observe how his son was approaching his orgasm only after a few
strokes; he felt as he got rigid, stopped breathing and felt the spasm of
his body in his climax. He noted a first spasm, a second and something warm
on his fist as he was jerking his son off. His dear son had become a young
man; it was his first semen! However, he knew at his age, after the tension
and excitement the boy would need more than one orgasm. He tenderly started
petting his son, sucking licking and kissing his earlobes, his neck, his
nipples; Tomas moaned in pleasure every time his dad's tongue touched
him. Frank could sense that his son's dick did not get flaccid, all
contrary, now was even harder than before. He continued his ministrations
as he continued to masturbate his boy. As he felt his son again approaching
his new orgasm, he hugged Tomas gently as if the boy was the most beautiful
woman he ever had in his arms.  Tomas did not care about anything, he had
had a wonderful feeling and now his dad was preparing him to get it
again. He was so great! After a few moments, he again felt how something
was building in his groins and up to the tip of his penis. It was so
intense and he wanted it so badly...!

	"Plea...se, plea...se, dad, don't, don't, don't stop...now!" He
could not articulate in his childish pitchy voice. Dad chuckled and
continued stroking his son's penis, now as he increased the pace, Tomas
squirmed, his whole body trembled; he placed his hand on his dad's fist to
help him or to prevent him stopping the strokes. He stopped breathing,
arched his hips and his second orgasm arrived; his first spurt landed on
his crotch and the second over dad's fist as he groaned in lust. Tomas
rested his head on dad's chest, he was exhausted and sweating; dad caressed
his long blond hair and kissed him tenderly as he was recovering from his
breathing.  Frank noted that his son's cock now lifeless did not jerk,
however, he maintained his grip on it.  When Tomas could speak and without
moving, he said:

       "Thanks, dad, it has been so beautiful, exciting and wonderful..."

       "It has been great, little man." Tomas noticed that his dad named
him "little man" for the first time; he separated from his dad and looked
into those lovely eyes that he adored.

       "Dad, did you say little man?"

       Yes, I did. Congratulations, my little man! Watch my fist, your
crotch and your lifeless penis." Tomas looked at his cock and could see his
own semen spread over his dad's fist and on his crotch.

       "Dad, I'm a man, I'm a man!" He madly started kissing his dad on his
face; on his chest... everywhere he could, however, taking care of his
fist.

       "You really are."

       "Please dad, drop as much as possible of my seed on my palm." Frank
carefully squeezed his fingers and some drops went into Tomas' palm; then
he also collected some from his bare crotch and put it together.

       "What are you going to do, son?"

       "Dad, that night you offered to Mother Nature, I also did in silence
with my dry orgasm, and I promised that I would do the same as Paul did
when I became a man. I want to fulfil my promise."

       "That's good; I'll help you in the ritual of the ceremony. We are at
the right point, only that I have to get naked, as you are, to participate
in it." Tomas stood to wait for him to drop his shorts. As he did that, he
could see some more scratches and a bluish large spot on his pelvis; he had
had the worst part of his mistake. A couple of tears came to his eyes
thinking about the risk they had had. As he was thinking, he heard his dad:

       "Are you ready, son?"

       Yes, I am." He jumped over a little rock near the edge of the cliff
facing the North, where the breeze was blowing from; the locks of his long
blond hair moving as tiny flags. He raised his arms to the skies as a
little Apollo and shouted enlarging the last syllable:

       "Mother Nature, I'm a man, here you are my proof. I am your son,
please protect my dad and protect me. I love him and he loves me forever!"
Tomas dropped his semen to the floor to form part of Mother Hearth. The
echo returned the boy's words multiplied. Frank felt a bump deep in his
throat as his son made the invocation. His eyes blurred as a far light and
thunder stroke the silence in the mountains. "Dad, she has accepted my
offer!" Tomas shouted enthusiastically.

       "Yes, she did; now you are a full part of her." Tomas came down from
the rock and launched himself against his dad that received him in a tight
embrace. Frank felt his son's humid palm with the remaining seeds as he
rubbed his back. Bodies and souls united in a single being during one
minute, until Tomas slowly broke the hug.

       "Dad, I'll love you forever no matter what happened to us."

       "I love you too, my beautiful son. I'll be your dad, your friend and
anything you ask me."  Again, they hugged.

       "Let's return to the cave, we need to collect some dry wood for the
night and have our large dinner. I'll pinch some honey from the bees nest
to toast tonight. We have not any moon but the skies are full of beautiful
stars, like your eyes." They took their backpacks with ropes, nails,
etc. and descended for the other hilly side to the lagoon. They found in
the bottom of the cave more than enough wood for the night fire, probably
someone in a previous hike had carried more than he needed. They prepared
everything for their meal.

       "Dad, I dare you to a race, go and come from one side to other of
the lagoon."

       "Ok. Ready? Now!" Father and son jumped into the water and swam like
two dolphins from one side to other, of course, dad arrived first but
immediately followed by Tomas, demonstrating that within a couple of years
it would be very difficult to beat the boy. They lay on the sun that now
was close to the sunset; they dinned and prepared the fire. Dad lay on his
back and Tomas with his head lying on his chest.

       "Now that I'm a man, dad, will you teach me how to fuck a girl?"

       "Of course, if you want; however, if you follow your instincts you
can do it, but there are some techniques to improve the results. We'll do
that at home, so you can put down on writing my explanations, then you can
use them later." Frank was caressing his son's silky yellow hair now dry
with the heat from the fire.

       "Dad, you have given me pleasure in those wonderful moments that
I'll never forget; however, I suppose you will also need a release; you are
still young. On the other hand, as you can see, I am hard again and I would
like to touch you as you have done me. I have observed that you were not
excited in my best moments." Frank kept silence, he did not enjoy with
children, he liked women, as younger as possible, nevertheless fond
memories came to him when he was a boy and exchanged sexual interactions
with Michael. He did not want to disappoint his son; even if necessary, he
would do against his own will.

       "Tom, you are my son and I love you too much to deny anything, but I
want you to know that I like fucking women and I don't enjoy sex with
children. Please don't ask me this! Tomas understood.

       "I adore you, dad, I can't stop saying this. I am the happiest son
of the world having a dad like you. I'm very lucky."

       "Son, I hope when you get married, you have children like
you. You'll feel very fortunate as I do now."

       "Let's go into the lagoon and swim, it is warm; we can dry with the
flames." Tomas ran and in seconds, he splashed into the clear water
followed by his dad. They washed and, hand in hand returned to the
cave. Frank added a lot of wood to the fire and flames beamed as sunrays
into the cavern. They lay on the blanket curled together in silence, then
Tomas said.

       "Dad, do you remember when we first met?"

       "Of course; I'll never forget it. I had seen you only a few times
when you were playing outside your house, but never so close as that
day. My heart melted when I saw you." Tomas smiled happily. He cuddled
inside his dad's arms facing the flames; feeling his dad's chest and slim
dick on his buttock, it was so cosy now...

       "Dad, you used to kiss little boys as they entered the school, and
to the elder ones you shook your hand with respect."

       "As I continue doing today; a boy, no matter his age, is a person to
whom we must care and respect; not to spank as many other teachers do."

       "I gladly remember those first days. The first one you only greeted
me because mom was there, however, the second one I wanted eagerly to go to
the school, so I was the first boy entering that morning, you kissed me on
the cheek but I could hear how you murmured -good morning my son-. I felt
so happy that when I returned home, I went into the toilet and climbed on a
stool to watch my face in the mirror, looking for something on it. Mom
questioned me but I did not say her anything about my secret. The third day
I was very disappointed because I was not the first boy to enter, however,
you gave me a kiss and said slowly so other boys could not hear -good
morning my son-. The fourth day was a special one; I was the first entering
the classroom, you took my little face in your large hands and kissed me on
the lips and on the head. You raised your finger to your lips and said:
-don't say it to anybody- I was so happy all day that even mom noticed
it. Except for mom, no one had ever kissed me so tenderly and lovingly as
you did, so I had reasons to be happy. I remember fantasying about you
being my dad."

       "That kiss was my first bet, but I did it impulsively; later on, I
realised the danger because I had promised your mom never to disclose to
you that I was your real father."

       "Why dad?"

       "She threatened me to withdraw you from my school if she knew
it. Fortunately, you were very smart not saying anything to her." Tomas
grinned satisfied.

       "A couple of days afterwards, there were two other boys in there
when I arrived, so you gave me a little peck on the cheek, as you did to
the others. From this, I learnt that, if I wanted to receive your real kiss
on my lips, I needed to be the first; it helped when you announced the
school would be open fifteen minutes in advance, just in case someone had
not done yet his homework."

       "In fact, I did it, so that you could come before anyone else."

       "I didn't realise it at that moment because I was too young for
that, but it was really a good idea; I only missed a few kisses from you
until we decided to play to be dad and son.  However, one day, some weeks
later, I had a bad time when I found a little boy of my age sat down on
your lap, you were helping him to understand some letters. I felt terribly
jealous and sad."

       "I remember that; I felt your gaze on me pleading to do the same to
you, however, I had to invent a reason since you had not asked me about any
doubt; so I said to you -Tomas, you also have some doubts, please come here
and we'll settle that- You answered: -yes sir, I have-.  You came and I
watched your blue eyes sparkling, I sat you on my lap and rubbed your
little thighs under my desk where nobody could see it."

       "That was the most wonderful feeling I can remember. I was so happy
that in those moments I would have liked to hang from your neck and kiss
you many times."

       "Those are lovely fond memories, Tomas. Let's sleep; tomorrow we
must make a long walk back to the village."

Dad put more wood on the fire; Tomas cuddled inside dad and drifted to
sleep. At dawn, dad woke up as he heard Tomas' moaning. He had turned in
his dreams and was fucking his belly.  A couple of minutes later Tomas
pushed his body against his dad as he spurted his new juice into his
navel. Dad remained quiet until his son returned to his happy sleep. When
Tomas woke up, he found his dad into the lagoon washing his body.

       "Isn't too cold to swim?"

       "I'm not swimming, but cleaning from your wet-dream release." Tomas
blushed but he felt comfortable.

       "Did I have a wet dream?

       "Yes, you did and used me as your partner." He blushed again and
smiled. He stood up and jumped into the cold water.

       "What a wonderful thing is to have a dad like you!"

       "You should say it to your mom."

       "Won't it be too embarrassing... for her?"

       "It should be for you, not for your mom; she well knows what that
means, and after all, she is your mother. She'll feel very happy if you
tell her."

       "Dad, you are amazing, you want to make happy everybody."

       "To the whole world, if I could." They laughed, dried, and had
breakfast. They prepared the backpacks, and after arranging the cavern,
they left for the village. Tomas was involved in his own thoughts about how
eventful this weekend had been for his life, the danger in the cliff, his
first ejaculation, and his touch with his dad. It was so amusing, and
besides his dad had promised him teaching how he would do in case he fucked
a girl

       "Dad, when will you teach me about fucking?"

       "Any time, let's say next Sunday evening, you have a sleepover at
home, if your mom agrees, of course."

       "I'll ask her, she never objects when I want to be with you. I'm
thinking to cut off my hair next Monday; I'm not a baby anymore."

       "You are still a child, a little bit grown, but a child after all."

       "I'm a young man, you told me. Moreover, I want you to call me
Tomas, not Tom." Dad grinned.

       "Ok, you are a young man, so in a couple of weeks I want to go to
the city to show you a museum and we will buy your first long trousers;
that will be my present for your recent manhood. He stopped and jabbed his
dad laughing.

       "Will you do that?"

       "Of course, I will. I have never cheated you." Suddenly a little
face came to his memory and he grinned. His dad noticed and stared at his
son.

       "Dad, won't you laugh at me if I tell you something about a girl?"
Dad stopped walking.

       "I'll never laugh about a girl."

       "Well, she is... she is... she is not a grown girl dad, she is only
six." As his dad looked into his son's eyes in surprise, quickly he added,
"It is not anything bad or dirty, dad."

       "Well, we have been speaking about fucking..."

       "It isn't that." They resumed their walk. "Some weeks ago I was with
my little cousin Lillian, she is six too, and then she said: "Mom, Tomas
has a girlfriend." I was surprised and blushed sheepishly because I had not
any; her mom answered her: -"It is normal for a boy of twelve, who is it,
Tomas?" "No one aunty Mary, your daughter has hot imaginations", but the
little imp upset said, "It is not my imagination. The problem is he doesn't
know, but she's going to tell him." "To tell me, what? I answered." She
with self-confidence added: "She is the prettiest girl in the school and
you are the prettiest boy too, so you must marry her because she adores
you." We laughed and gave no importance to the event. Some days later, when
we were leaving school, I heard her calling me. I saw a beautiful little
girl raising her arms motioning me to lift her in my arms; I got her up to
my chest; and without saying a single word, she kissed me.  "You are my
boyfriend and I love you; don't you love me?" I stared into those sparking
lovely eyes and I felt trapped in them. I thought could not disappoint her,
so I just said, "Oh, sure, I love you, too; I'll be very happy marrying you
some time when you grow up." You may laugh dad, but from that day, when she
sees me, she comes and kiss me as natural as if I was his brother. I feel
embarrassed because I must kiss her back; she then runs away very happy to
join her gang. Now the problem is that I don't stop thinking about this
little evil." Dad grinned.

       "Tomas, believe it or not, I'm also trapped on those pretty
eyes. She is probably the most beautiful little girl of the village,
especially when she has her silky hair combed in a ponytail. Sure she will
be a lovely woman in the future."

       "Do you know her, dad?"

       "Yes, she is Rosemary, Michael's youngest daughter, and when I go to
his farm she jumps onto my lap and it is very difficult for me to get rid
of her." Tomas was surprised. "Last week, when she came she said: "Uncle
Frank, I have a boyfriend and he is the most handsome boy in the world, his
name is Tomas. At that moment I didn't connect it with you, so as you can
see it matches."

       "The problem I have found myself a few times instinctively wandering
outside the school of girls waiting to see her. As usual, she runs to me
and I am delighted with her petting. Even..."

       "Even what, Tomas?" Tomas deeply blushed sheepishly.

       "I have dreamed with her. I dreamt we were in a beautiful meadow
covered with white and yellow daisies, hand in hand running thru it, we
stopped and she grew up to my age; then...  then we hugged tenderly." Tomas
blushed again. "Dad, am I a pervert?"

	"No son. That is the most beautiful expression of affection that a
child can have. Those dreams are a consequence of your approaching puberty
and have nothing to do with perversion. On the other hand, you now double
her age, but within a few years, when you are, let's say 24, she will be
18; a lovely age for a couple to get married."

       "Dad! I don't think sexually about this little evil, only I think
especially like her. I could not say you how and why, and that's what
puzzles me."

       "Don't worry Tomas, you are probably writing your own future. Who
knows? Eventually, if you marry Rosemary, sure you would have the
best-looking children of the village."

       "Dad, you are running too fast, don't you?

       "Probably, but my friend Michael would be delighted to know that my
son would marry his daughter."

	"Please, dad! Let's change the subject" They both laughed and
continued walking to the village. "Dad, what's about our wounds? Sure my
mom will ask me and we need a fair explanation."

       "Just say the truth to her."

       "The truth? Are you mad? If she could guess the danger we were in,
probably she wouldn't even allow me going to the school, let alone to go
again hiking or swimming with you."

       "She would be right. I would do the same if I were she. You can tell
her you had fallen when you were running away from a bees-swarm as you
tried to get some honey. She will not come to see me, so there is not any
problem. If she comes, I'll find a plausible explanation.  Don't worry."
They arrived at the sunset in the village. Dad kissed his son until the
next day.

End of Part II