Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2007 11:58:47 +0200 From: Al Peres Subject: ETERNAL LOVE - Part Three NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This is a sweet story of love, product of my imagination where egoisms and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex contacts between minors rarely with adults; therefore all warnings apply. English is not my mother language, so, please, be acquiescent with the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "eternal.love2@hotmail.com" ETERNAL LOVE - PART THREE Chapter 9 - The great surprise When Samuel came back he did not agreed the children going to swim, at least during the morning since there were many customers and the store's personnel needed a hand, he advised them that after lunch they could go. The children protested but as normally children do, they soon forgot all about and continued their work. Round midday normally the Bank's car came to collect the money, but that day Samuel received a call from his friend, the local National Bank Mgr., advising the car had had some serious engine problems, therefore the money must be brought personally to the bank. Samuel explained all about to Patrick, especially that if any thieves knew it and were ready to assault them surely they would watch his car leaving the store; Patrick then suggested: "Samuel, we can go with my car, you can drive it; my sons would come with us with the money in simple plastic bags as if we had been purchasing; nobody knows us in this place so they cannot suspect anything; besides I need to check my credit cards whether they have any money left." Samuel thought that was a good idea, so he phoned his friend James Hartwell he would arrive after lunch when the majority of clients had left. The whole group joking went to the cafeteria and they had a great time together. Mary sat near Ben and both started a low conversation with many giggles between; John guessed all about and did not mind, but Sammy was a little upset with his sister's secrecy. They returned walking to the store; Samuel extracted and counted the money and put it into two plastic bags, along with some groceries on two others; the four of them reached the car that had already been parked near the normal gate and Samuel drove smoothly to the centre of the town. They placed the car on a nearby parking closed to the bank and all walked in, so the money safely arrived into it. James received them with some giggles and Samuel made the introductions. Then Patrick said: "I need to check with James my credit cards, if you want, you can take the car with you and we will walk back. "No, thanks." Samuel answered. "I'll walk myself because I need to check one of my patients on the way." He left and Patrick said to his sons: "Please, John, Ben, go to the car and bring my wallet, it must be in the gloves box." He extracted the car's keys and gave them to John; they run to the car, opened it, Ben sat on the front of the driving wheel motioning as if he were driving; John opened the box and took the wallet, but he had taken it from wrong side, it opened and he saw how a square little paper came out falling on the car's floor between his legs; as any boy's curiosity he took the paper to replace it in the wallet but he saw it was a betting receipt; he had a look into it and could check it was from the previous draw and the numbers were 1-2-3- 46-48-49, plus 47 as the extra number. His heart started racing and his face got white as if he had seen a ghost. Ben looked at him scared: "John, what's up? Are you well? You look as if you have seen a ghost! John had the paper between his fingers, when he felt a little bit better he said: "I am alright Benny. By the way, do you remember the lottery combination shown on the papers?" "Do you mean that of the 120 millions bucks? "It is very easy to remember: 1-2-3-46-48-49; the extra number 47. Why?" John even got whiter. He showed the paper to his new brother as he reclined on the seat. "Almighty God! Ben exclaimed becoming as whiter as his brother. Stammering he added: "Was. was it in the wallet?" "Yes, and dad does not know that he is very rich." Ben looked into his brother eyes. "No John, we are rich. Didn't you hear him this morning?" "Sorry Benny; yes, we are rich." He thought for a moment but he rejected his thoughts. Let's go, probably he is missing us. But what shall we do?" Ben reacted immediately. "Firstly, we cannot risk losing that sacred paper, I would suggest you keep it and I would get the wallet, just in case someone tries to catch us. You can run; you are faster and stronger than I am. We must give it to him." They did as thought, locked the car and run to the bank, just a block ahead. Patrick was preoccupied thinking that they were being delayed by someone; but soon he could see both boys running as fast as a bobcat. They stormed into the bank breathing hard and closed the door behind. "Boys, what's going on?" He asked astonished to them; he would have no expected such behaviour from his sons. Also James was surprised. When they recovered their breath looked at each other and John asked: "Dad, please, can we talk. in private?" Since James was present he thought it was not polite; however Patrick realised that perhaps the police had questioned them and that was a matter to talk privately. Patrick looked at the banker and he motioned them to enter in the waiting room, closing the door behind himself. When they were alone John added: "Sorry dad, it seems impolite, but it is something too important to share with someone else. "Have you been questioned by the police? What did they ask you?" Patrick questioned impatiently. "It is nothing to do with the police." Ben intervened. "You are rich, dad!" Patrick grinned and hugged both children. "I know I am rich because I have the most wonderful and beautiful sons of the world; but I don't mind if you said that in public, we must get used to that." John looked desperate. "No dad. We mean you are rich of money!" Patrick got serious as John extracted the piece of paper and Ben the wallet and showed it to him. He added: "This is the lottery bet that newspapers are talking about. Ben knows the numbers and they exactly coincide with this." Now the one to get white was Patrick; he looked again the small piece of paper." "Are. are you sure, sons." "Absolutely. You are a very wealthy man, dad." He looked at them, put his large arms round their shoulders and kissed both on the hair. "No, I am not rich; we are rich, sons." He stressed the words. He continued. "Now I remember when I entered in that betting house to buy some foods; it was not my intention to bet, but the young man asked me; I had forgotten everything about this and what I did that day. Now it seems a century ago." He hugged both boys and smiled to them. He then asked his sons: "How do you feel being rich, boys?" They chuckled and both jabbed his father. "Well let's go inside, we will need a bank and this is as good as any other. Please don't talk, let me do it because we don't need any publicity. You well know what could happen; we would be on the first page of all newspapers of the country; that's something that I don't like, besides it could be very dangerous for us." The three together entered into James' office and he politely asked Patrick to sit down. "Well Patrick, let me have those credit cards to check. They grinned and extracted the piece of paper and showed to him. The man opened his eyes and mouth in disbelief. Stammering he added: "Patrick, if this is what I am thinking it is, you will have in your account more than 90 millions dollars after tax." Of course this will bring a lot of publicity and if am not silly you wouldn't like it." "You are right; for your guidance James, we have nothing to hide; you can check with the police, if you want it right now, but we want to live here as normal persons strictly in the anonymity; I want my children go to the school and have normal friends and a happy life. I suppose you will understand." "I would do the same as you do, however, as soon as we take that money someone will release the news, especially to the banks trying to get that money into their safe." Patrick nodded and James continued. "They surely will find out the bank but we can open a serial account to prevent any bank employee to find out, except the General Director and myself. Only with the owner written authorisation we could release the name, and always if it is absolutely necessary to clarify a criminal process or a High Court requests it, with the same aim." "That's seems alright, James. We trust in your bank that had been mine since twenty years ago and I have not had any complaint about it. I will be the account main owner and my sons John and Ben as subsidiaries in case that something could happen to me. A third of the total amount will be kept in a Fund administered by the Bank in the name of my two sons. If something happened to me, the Bank will pay his studies and a monthly amount for their decent living until they are twenty one y/o; at that age, they will decide by themselves in respect of their fortune." James looked to the boys and to Patrick. "Patrick, let me say that you are doing something that is impossible to prevent; now they are only boys, but they can change in the future, by themselves or influenced by someone else, so that this money could go to strange hands." Patrick was to interrupt James, but he raised his hand and continued: "I know that you absolutely trust on them and love them, but few fathers would do a similar thing." He then addressing to the boys added: "You have an exceptional father boys; I expect you will understand that some day." John was visible affected by his father decision and James words; he wanted to argue but he obeyed what his father had told them; however he could not stop some tears running along his face. He promised himself to prove that man that his father was right trusting at least on him. He swallowed his tears and as he looked at his brother, Ben was near to explode; both boys put his hands on his father's shoulders and reassured him their love. Patrick pressed them, he wanted to kiss his little hands, but that was a serious moments and emotions must be left out. James extracted a computer pad from under his desk; he made some punches and introduced the little paper under an optical label reader; after some checking the machine confirmed the document's authentication, requesting the password. James handed the pad to Patrick: "Please, Patrick, introduce your personal password." He did, and in a minute the system asked account number that was introduced by James: so in a couple of minutes more than 90 millions dollars were transferred retaining near 30 millions as income tax. The system produced a secret receipt with name and account number and the money already there. James signed the paper extended out his hand and shook with Patrick's. "We will arrange your disposal and instructions regarding your sons' money; that will take a few days as the contract is written down and signed by my uncle Peter; he is the Capital General Director. "Now I suppose you will need some money." They laughed." Patrick kept silence for a moment, then said: "Please, validate my current cards in order I can use them. And another question: Do you have Samuel's project in your files?" James rose from his seat, opened a cabinet and extracted a large folder containing drawings and reports about Samuel application for funds to build the new complex. He showed to him: "What do you think about this project? I am not arguing about the financial part because I have decided to back up it. My question is, do you think is anything missing? James smiled. "No Patrick. Samuel has thought on everything, every detail is shown here; it is a beautiful project and I am sure you will never regret to invest your money here; however I wonder if he accepts your conditions." Patrick grinned. "Please, give us some time to reach Samuel's office and let me convince him; as soon as we finished here you will phone him telling that you have found a financial partner. I will be there by then." "Today will be a great day for Samuel, for this Bank and for this town." Patrick chuckled thinking in the surprise he would give to his new friend. "I have some other favours to ask you, James. This is strictly confidential and only you and my children must know it. I need the best lawyer we can find; I want some injustices to be repaired and only an efficient and good lawyer can do it." James grinned as he said: "I think I have what you are looking for. It is very difficult to reach him; I suppose you have heard about Marcus Hartwell; he is my uncle, I'll phone him and I'll let you know." "I did not connect him with you. I heard he was a firm candidate to the Supreme Court appointed by the Democrats." James nodded. "Alright then, I'll wait for your news, now we must go to continue with our task." They shook hands as the phone rang. The boys looked at his father and Patrick smiled: "I know you are a little bit upset about what James has said, but he is a professional and felt obliged to talk to a good client as he did; he does not know you as I do, so please, forgive him." As they were boarding the car John asked: "Dad, what shall we do now? We don't need to work for Samuel or for anybody else." "Remember John, we don't need any publicity, we must continue being what we were this morning. Tomorrow, if not tonight, a swarm of newspaper men will rash into this town trying to find out what we well know; if they discover us we are lost; in a couple of days you would be in the orphanage and I could not bear that." The boy put his arms round his father waist and hugged him very tight. "Sorry dad, I am so confuse." Ben then intervened. "John you must think this is a dream and shut up." The older boy smiled to his brother. Patrick started the vehicle and a few minutes later they were parking the car near the store main gate. The man instructed his sons: "After the meeting with Samuel, we will have lunch and tonight in our room we will jointly discuss what we are going to do, as we did in the mountains. We need to talk about our future after a good dinner and shower." They entered into Samuel's office; the boys and the girl had gone home asking his father to tell John and Ben to join then after lunch. "It has taken a little bit longer to check those cards than I thought. I suppose you chatted with James; he is a good man to talk to. In that moment the phone rang and Samuel heard what James was saying on the other side of the line with an open mouth. ".He is in front of me?" Samuel could not believe it and it seemed a joke. Are you joking James?" Samuel hanged the phone and trembling looked into his new friend eyes. "Is that right, Patrick?" "Yes, it is. I did not lie you yesterday, Samuel, but this morning the goddess Fortune has been very generous with us, so you can have your ten millions dollars in order your dream comes true." Samuel could not speak, he was astonished and could not believe what was happening as Patrick continued: "You fix the conditions and I'll accept them, even without signing any paper. From tomorrow on, that money will be ready for your disposal." For an answer Samuel stood and with tears he hugged the man and the boys. "Thank you Patrick. We will remain quiet until the situation cool down. Tomorrow the pressmen will assault this town and the neighbour ones. We will wait until next February to start the works; that is a good time after the snow disappears from the street. We'll have time enough to meet our goal. Now I am starving and I suppose you are the same." They nodded and the group went to have a huge lunch. "I can't believe it Patrick, I can't." Patrick told him all about his bet and the circumstances occurred in the Bank. "I have some plans to discuss with my sons, nevertheless, except a trip of one or two days to the Capital City, we'll remain working for you until your computer man comes from his honeymoon. Tomorrow we'll move to your mother's home, and the next Sunday we will take your mom and the children for a trip to somewhere to celebrate our partnership." Samuel agreed and they had a pleasant lunch; when they returned, Sammy, Mary and George were waiting for them, but they discarded going to swim, arguing that they had to prepare their bags for the move. "Tomorrow, after the removal, you can go to swim for the whole afternoon." He then added to encourage Samuel's children: "And if you behave as good children your father and I have planned to make a trip to go to anywhere that you like; so you must think where to go." Sammy then said: "So my father had decided to comply his promise.! That's good, dad. We have worked hard this summer and we think we deserve it, but it will cost you a little bit of money. We must discuss with Ben and John and to agree the place; we'll let you know during the next week, so you have time to plan it." The boys and men worked that historical evening until the store was ready to open the following Monday. They said goodbye, it was dark and John sat in front of the driving wheel and drove the big car thru the few hundreds metres the separated them from the motel; after parking in front of their cabin, Patrick suggested: "We better have a good dinner now and take some sandwiches and fresh fruit, two bottles of milk for you and some fruit juice for me; we need to talk after showering and probably we'll feel angry before going to bed. The boys nodded and all three went into the restaurant. The boys ate slowly but abundantly until they felt full after having a large ice cream as dessert. Patrick took the paper bag containing the sandwiches and bottles and walked to their room; Ben took his right hand to his mouth as great belch came out followed by John. Patrick smiled. "It seems you have enjoyed your dinner." The boys put his arms round his father's waist and pressed him. "Yes, a lot." Ben said with a smile. "We are ready for any adventure now." He jabbed his brother and both run to their room laughing and squealing. After entering, they locked the door and drew the heavy and thick curtains. After taking off their sneakers, the boys jumped on top of the large bed and started wrestling; they were sweating as his father told them: "Please stop, your socks stink and I believe you need a good bath; however before that, I'll take mine. Would you please help me?; I must take care of my forgotten wounds." Without any insistence from his father, Ben and John started taking off his own clothes, leaving only their underwear but they could see each other were sporting a lovely hard on tenting their shorts. Ben went to fill the large tub with hot water while John helped Patrick to undress. Once he was naked he sat in the warm water and carefully unwrapped the bandages covering his wounds; they looked much better and he thought next day would try to drive himself; he did not want risking John being caught by the police driving a large car without licence. At unison both boys took off their underwear and with his dicks pointing to each other they entered in the large tub and started soaping his father among jokes and laughs. When they finished drying him, Patrick left the boys and closed the door behind him leaving it ajar, starting taking care of his wounds. He wanted to put on a notebook those questions that he wanted to discuss with his sons. When his father left, John looked into his little brother wonderful blue eyes and as if a spring pushed them, Ben hugged his elder brother and John put his arms round the smooth back of his eleven years old new brother. The lips met in a tender and long kiss. When they separated their dicks were harder than ever. "I don't know why I love you so much, Benny. When I am with another boy or girl I think that this will never be repeated again, but I can't help it; I love you too much Benny, and I will continue loving you even if you don't love me. Sometimes I think this is insane, but I can't do differently from the moment I saw you in that small room in the orphanage." Ben for an answer dragged his brother head to him and started kissing him desperately, his tongue parted his brother teeth and met John's warm cavity; their saliva mixed and their passion increased. Ben pulled down John and soon they were sucking each other in a 69 position on the bottom of the tub. Ben was on top of his brother and after a couple of minutes he stopped and stood; he gave his hand to his brother and John went on his knees. Ben tenderly caressed his brother hair and he also kneeled in front of his brother. He kissed him a peck. "John, I will never stop loving you. You represent all what I have wanted and when we are separated I am continuously thinking what you would be doing. I don't feel jealousy for instance when you are making love to a girl or a boy, no; I am just missing you; so it is not sex what I want like now, but your love, your understanding, your protection. everything that a big brother does for a younger brother." He looked into his big brother beautiful large eyes, kissed his nose and hugged him very tight. "I love you John, I love you with all my heart. Please, please, never stop loving me, protecting me because I think I'll need you for the rest of my life." Their mouths met again, this time a passionate long kiss. They broke the kiss and John expertly started licking and kissing his little brother; he knew where to kiss and lick; first his neck, his armpits and then he sucked both nipples. Their dicks were drooling precum as he approached his brother crotch. He missed his hard cock and continued licking between his thighs; Ben instinctively spread his legs. Both were closed to his orgasm; Ben was rubbing his brother hair and back; John then started sucking his little hanging nuts and after some seconds he took Ben's whole package into his mouth. Ben moaned loudly, he could not resist any more; his climax hit his young body and he squealed as he fell down on his brother lap exhausted and breathing hardly. John was near his climax too; when Ben fell his hard dick went thru his brother smooth legs; he pressed Ben to his body as he moved his hips up and down. Ben a little recovered, placed his fist round his brother dickhead and helped him; he only needed a few strokes as John jets of semen shot from his dick with such a force that the first shot reached Ben neck and some more on his chest. Both were breathing and sweating in a mutual tight hug. They loved those moments of relax and intimacy. When they were fully recovered, looked into each other eyes and kissed tenderly; then stood and washed each other. When were finished they left the bathroom and sat near his father naked, each one with one leg folded and the other hanging from the bed. Patrick had a notebook on his hands; they looked at him and grinned after kissing him a peck. "Let's discuss about our future; though tonight we'll discuss only one point that seems urgent, the rest we can postpone until I solve some little problems and probably make a couple of trips. The main question is whether we remain living here or we go to a larger city where we could live without being noticed. This small town has some advantages: is far away from any other town, there is a good school and we have friends, good friends that helped us when we had nothing. As far as I know, I have only another one like them, Manuel; he lives in Baltimore with his wife and two daughters of ten and twelve years old. He is the son of a Mexican immigrant, and is one of the most intelligent person I ever met. Two days ago I phoned him and he and his family encouraged me to return and live with them; when I told them that I had adopted two boys they even insisted me to come back and live with them sharing their small home." "If we must live in other place I would be glad living with that family." John suggested, but he continued: "Dad my opinion is that we remain here, this is a good place and good people and besides you have interests with Samuel. I don't miss any place because I only can remember the orphanage and many different boys." Ben then intervened. "Dad, I am not sure where I was born, I think it was in New Jersey; we travelled round the world so I do not have any place to miss. As John says, I think this is a good location, we have friends and soon, when we enter in the school we'll have a lot more. Let's stay here, dad. "Item closed, then." Patrick said. "We'll stay here for a minimum of one year, after that time we could talk again, if you wanted it. Next Monday we'll go to the school to make the pre-inscription and probably you will be the subject of an examination to know the level of your knowledge. You must say we have been living abroad during a few years and that you have not any records. That's not important for the school. I presume that within a couple of weeks we'll travel to the Capital City to meet an excellent lawyer. This is very important because I want to legally adopt you; so we don't need to be all time scared because the police may ask you something." Ben bent his head remembering what they had suffered in the orphanage. "If we go to a lawyer probably they will oblige us to return to that horrible place leaving you alone. I don't think that is a good idea. Who would find out that we are not your real sons?" Ben said very concerned. John then pressed his brother hand. He thought he could face that place again if necessary; otherwise they would be the whole life risking their own identity; he then added: "Benny, you are right and dad too. However we must face reality once for ever; if necessary to return, we'll go, but I am sure dad will never permit to us living in there for a long time." Patrick felt his heart bleeding; that boy was so brave. he thought he never would leave them. "Ben, we'll meet that lawyer, we'll listen what he has to say; if there is a minimum risk of you separating from me, we'll run away far from this country to a place where we can live together and without any problem, we have not committed any crime. The money can open many doors. I will apply for passports just in case." Patrick put his arms round his sons and added: "I'll never consent you being away from me, at least while you need me." The boys hugged his father tenderly. "We'll remain together even if I have to spend until the last dollar that I have." Now we have another item to open." The boys relaxed as Patrick changed the subject: "Tomorrow will be a hard day for us; we must clean that house from top to bottom; I have asked Samuel to provide us with a few things for the kitchen, such a washing machines and repair the heating system; he and the children will come after the church service to dispose about the junk. His mother has fond memories of every part of the house and she is not capable to spoil anything, even recognizing she must throw all of them away." The boys grinned and Ben jabbed his brother that jumped besides him. Ben run and went to their bed, they wrestled and made as if they were fighting on imitation of what they watched on the TV. Patrick looked at them, they had recovered the pink colour of their cheeks, and their pitchy laugh sounded to him like glory. He sighed and went under the light cover and drifted to sleep. Chapter 10 - The first trip They were worn out lying on the bed; their dicks hard and looking to each other John then said: "I'm hungry." Ben grinned and holding his erected dick showing to him laughing as he answered: "If you are hungry here you have a good salami." John grinned and suddenly he jumped on top of his brother and without any warning engulfed his brother cock and started sucking his meat; he stopped as Ben started to gasp and kneeled on the large bed. Ben looked surprised and disappointed, as his brother did not continue sucking him. "I want to suck your large and beautiful sausage Benny, because I like to hear your moan. It sounds so funny especially when you squeal." "Well that's what happens to me when I suck you, the problem is that when we are sucking each other we can't laugh but want that lovely release." Ben jokingly added: "Please brother suck me, I promise I won't make fun of you." Saying this he went on top of John and took his large cock into his mouth getting the 69 position. They sucked each other until they reached a beautiful release. They cleaned themselves, ate the sandwiches and drifted to sleep. Patrick woke up round eight and saw his sons hard asleep; after showering and shaving he started thinking about the future. After an hour he thought it was time to wake his children up. He did not like to do it because Ben was with his head lying on his brother's chest, his silky hair touching John's cheeks. Patrick contemplated his sons, kissed them on the head and dragged up the bed covers. He thought it was Sunday and there was time enough to move. Round ten they woke up and got surprised the his father had left them on bed. After showering they had breakfast packed and slowly Patrick drove to their new home. Samuel was already there and a truck was loading all waste junk; a team of cleaners, plumber and electricians were working on their jobs checking everything. The day was not good for swimming, showing the first signals of the coming autumn, so in a few minutes, Sammy, Mary and George arrived pedalling their bikes; they greeted their new friends and started to collaborate on choosing the junk to throw away. In the cellar they only left a large bed-sofa, a desk used by Samuel when he was a child and two chairs. In a moment that Ben and Mary were alone, she hugged him from behind; Ben turned around and met her waiting lips. John was just in the stairs and as he saw the couple kissing, he stopped and made some noise, so they separated. Round midday everything was ready and Samuel said: "Well family, your home is ready, tomorrow a truck full of firewood will fill the winter store; you will need it just within a few weeks. In this town only a few homes have air-conditioned, we prefer to use wood so that we help to keep the environment, fire prevention by cleaning the forests of dry wood; that gives employment to a few persons in our mountains. "That's a good policy." Patrick said and he added putting his arm round his friend shoulders: "Samuel, you are making very difficult for us to not adopting this place as ours." "Thank you Patrick, you have already demonstrated that you like our homeland and want you all three to feel comfortable with us being one of us. By the way, tomorrow about ten you must go to the school, the director did not phone you because he does not know your number. "After lunch I'll made the connection using my cellular phone, so we don't need any company employee to do it." Addressing to his children he added: "Now boys let's go upstairs." There were three bedrooms but Ben said: "Dad, we only need two as maximum, one for you and another one for us." Patrick smiled and ruffled his son's air. "Independently that we used the three rooms or not, we need them. Think you will need a place to put your own clothes; to make your home works; to receive your own friends, let's say for sleepover; and even sometimes we need to be alone with our own thoughts and privacy." John had never had a private room and he sighed with expectation of not being disturbed when he wanted to be alone. Lately he had found himself he would have liked sometimes to be alone with his thoughts; yes, he approved his father's ideas. So he said: "Yes dad, I fully agree with you." Now a little more jokingly he added: "I don't want to mix up with this little imp and his friends." Ben launched himself trying to get his brother but John run to one of the smaller rooms and jumped on the bed; Ben caught his legs and went on top of him. Still slyly laughing John said: "Are you going to kiss me like you did to Mary?" Ben grinned and slowly he put his mouth near John's ear: "No. I am going to fuck you as you did to Sammy." John smiled not surprised because he knew the little rat of George probably had watched them and he was very close to Ben. Both smiled in complicity and with a quick peck they went where they had left his father. "Dad, John has already chosen his room; the one near you will be mine." "Well in that case, place your few things into each other's wardrobe. Tomorrow we will purchase all kind of clothes and probably the school uniforms. I want you to make a mental list of everything that you may need, and don't forget winter clothes, here the weather is more than cold; please pay especial attention to quality; only casual clothes but good ones. The first time we go to the capital city we will need to purchase formal ones for especial occasions." They looked to each other a little bit surprised; John was not used to this luxuries; he thought he would ask his father to help him. "Dad, I suppose you and Ben will help me; I don't know much about quality or brand new clothes, and let alone about especial ones; I never had the occasion to attend to an especial event, except when the Governor came to the orphanage for a quick visit." Patrick saw the resentment in his son's eyes, so he hugged him very tight saying. "You and Ben will have many especial moments from now on and I will be near you to help and try to make you happy, my sons." Patrick extended out his other arm and dragged Ben to him. "Let's go for lunch, boys. "Ah! You may need bikes, so choose three; I think I will need one, too." The boys smiled gave a jab to his father and run downstairs. The whole group went into the car and Samuel, following Patrick instructions, drove it some miles away from the town to a nice and expensive restaurant called "The Cave". The children and adults talked and played, visiting a cave that was exciting especially for little George and Ben; every moment they spent together they were closer and closer. Next Sunday he would be ten and he was excited to have an older friend and so cool, as he said; surely his friends will envy him. They spent their first night together in the large bed cuddled in his father's arms; Patrick felt his elder son's butt against his crotch and Ben his brother's dick between his smooth legs; but no one moved, tired by the exciting day they drifted to sleep. Patrick woke up as usual round eight in the morning and he missed his younger son. John still was between his arms hard asleep; he could see the stain of a wet dream on the sheet; he kissed him on the hair and went out of the bed. He heard noise downstairs and a few moments later, his little naked son appeared at the bottom of the stairs with a large tray with breakfast for three. He helped him and gave the most tender kiss he could; the little boys sighed. "I'll come back; I have left in the kitchen the main courses." As he entered in the bedroom he found John cleaning the stains; he blushed but Patrick said: "Don't worry son; that's normal. Throw the sheet into the laundry basket; we will wash it tomorrow with some more, besides it won't be the last time." The boy jumped from the bed, hugged his father and tossed the sheet into the basket in the pantry room. The three had breakfast and putting his palm on his mouth John belched trying not to make much noise. "Thanks Ben; tomorrow it will my turn." John said. Ben smiled and picking up all dirty dishes he went to the kitchen and put them into the new washing machine. They showered and at the agree time they were in the school; they were taken aback with the dimensions of the installations. A man came and after checking their names he introduced the boys into a classroom, then he led Patrick to the principal's office. The director greeted him, Patrick then said: "I am astonished with the dimensions of the school. Do you have enough students in the town to fill this school?" The man smiled, a girl came with two cup of coffee that put on a small table near the large leather armchairs. The director then answered him: "Well, you are not the first to be surprised. And yes, we have enough students and many on the waiting list to enter; however town's residents have priority whenever they reach the qualification that we have established. More than half of our students are boarding boys and girls and many of them need especial health care. The school was primarily a little mountain hospital for sick children affected of tuberculosis. In order they did not lose their school in a long illness, the doctors added some teachers, and so the hospital became more into a school without forgetting his primary origin. Of course, not everybody can afford the fares, so that unfortunately oblige us to select the candidates." As usual they talked about many things without disclosing a single data that could identify his current sons with his late ones. More than an hour later a professor entered in the office, he gave an envelope to the director and left. He read the sheet and smiling he said: "Mr. Melton, you're a lucky man having such sons. The results of their examination are excellent. Ben will enter in grade seventh, for his age he should be in the sixth, however his knowledge of languages, geography and maths make him more than suitable for grade seventh, besides he will soon be twelve. John is very good in maths, and especially on computing and physic; these are the hardest matters where most of the boys and girls fail; he will be attending to eighth grade. I suppose you know about the rest of our rules." He extracted a little brochure and gave it to Patrick. "We will start on next Monday, so until then we are at your disposal for anything that you may need from us." In that moment a man escorted both boys into the principal's office; after shaking hands and thanking him for his kindness they left. Once in the car both children hugged his father. "I am more than proud of having such sons like you, my boys. Thank you for your efforts." They smiled as Ben said: "That's was easy, dad; you ask John." "Yes, he is right, dad. And you know? Ben has got what he was looking for, to be in the same grade as his loved Mary." Ben flushed and he added: "Yes, I will be with my love, and you will be with your lover." They started to fight laughing in the back seat; he drove back to the store and gave the news to his friends. They jumped of joy, jokingly and laughing they started to work. The week went by and Patrick could not help but to admire the beauty of his sons; now they had fully recovered from his stay in the forests; when they were naked it was difficult to count his ribs as he used to do. Moreover, John's scars were near imperceptible. They had not a single ounce of fat as they worked hard or swam in the covered public pool. On Thursday James advised Patrick that his uncle would meet them on Saturday round midday; it was not a normal day but the lawyer wanted to have time enough to hear them and talk about the actions to follow. On Saturday they got up early and after breakfast they rode to the rail station, left the car parked and boarded the rail wagon; an hour later they were leaving the rail station right in the centre of the city. "What are we going to do now, dad? We have a lot of time until we meet the lawyer." "You have only normal clothes and you need tailor's made or adjusted costumes; you are too handsome boys to wear simple wear." They laughed, however for Ben that looked normal, he was returning to his original life, but for John that was strange and absolutely new. They were walking along a centre commercial avenue; Patrick knew what he was looking for but Ben called his attention. "Dad, that's the same shop I used to go with my mom when we were here in US: "Suckle Tailoring" Patrick smiled and ruffled his hair. "That's what I am looking for. They had best quality on brand new clothes." They entered thru the main glass door and a kind middle-aged woman approached them. As Patrick showed what they wanted she called a young man that immediately attended them; the man focussed on the boys' beauty and John winked at Ben. They spent near three hours there trying and adjusting new clothes and shoes, however it was a good purchase for the house. Patrick paid and the shop manager promised that all clothes, including the boys' old ones, would be on their home next day. Dressed as gentlemen, they took a taxi to meet the lawyer. It was not far from there and on their way John saw thru a large shop window many computers and all kind of electronic material. Patrick observed his son: "That's for later, John. We have now more important business to deal with; the boy looked to his father and grinned, took his hand and pressed it; someone observed the scene. Ten metres an old brick building showed the name of the lawyers: "Hartwell & Associates". Before Patrick could ring the bell a young man opened the door: "Mr. Melton? Please follow me." He locked the door and took them to a lift to the fourth floor; he opened a large old cedar door saying: Mr. Hartwell, Mr. Melton and his sons: A well-dressed man round his sixties stood and advanced to greet the group. John was astonished; however he could observe how his father and Ben acted in a free-and-easy manner, proving they had been living that type of life for years, he made his best to act in the same way following them. Mr. Hartwell then said to the young man: "Peter, would you please bring some coffee for us and fruit juice for the boys?" The man nodded and left. He is a lawyer too, my cousin, James' younger brother, I hope with the time he acquire enough experience to carry this office as a full member. Anyway Mr. Melton, James has advanced me very few details about you wanting to adopt your own sons; that seems a little bit strange, nevertheless, as you may understand, we are used to rare cases. If you don't mind I'll record our conversations, so later we don't need to repeat then. We can delete or modify the content of the tape. In that moment Peter Hartwell entered and placed a large tray on the small table; they were sat round it on large leather sofa and armchairs. "I'll start right from the beginning, I am sure you will not find it so strange." The man nodded as he sipped some coffee from his cup. Patrick went thru his story since his family went to Europe, the death of his own family, the moment he met the boys, and the two weeks they had spent in Richmond, avoiding of course the fact that he was attacked by them; as he had repeated many times to the boys, that was a dream, the truth was he fell into that trap and saved by them. When he reached the part where boys, and especially John, had been taken to that strange house, the lawyer gasped and rubbed his hair. When he finished, John looked his father asking permission to speak. "Yes son?" "Dad, you have forgotten the moment that I was buried in the ice and how you lifted me and flew to the cottage wrapping me with blankets when you were losing a lot of blood and your life was in a real danger." Patrick kept silence for a moment, then added: "I said that your life was the important matter to me, I knew I was seriously wounded but in that moment my mind was on both of you." Saying this his eyes blurred. Then the young Hartwell was taken notes and when he finished the lawyer said: "Mr. Melton, this is not a very difficult case with the exception that Ben is not twelve yet; so the Judge must decide about his custody; with John we have not any problem since he must be heard before putting him into a Social house." The lawyer could observe the tears running down the beautiful boy's cheeks. He then said: "It seems that Ben has something to tell us." Ben looked the man straight in the eyes; then he said: "I had a father before, but my real dad and brother are here near me; my friends and school are in Richmond, if you or whoever is in charge separate me from my family I assure you it will not be necessary to take care of me anymore." He started to cry wrapping his arms round his father, saying between sobs: "Please, please, dad; don't permit that happens to us; please! You promised me you will never leave me." Patrick hugged his son and John sat near them making a whole." "Ben, take it easy, please. We have come here in order they help us and I am sure they will. We talked a lot about every point and possible results." Patrick looked to the lawyer and said: "You, the Judge or the very Evil will never separate my son from me, at least while he needed and wanted me." The man smiled. "Mr. Melton, the law is the law and we cannot break it; however I can assure you that this office will do its best to keep your boys with you; if we think we can fail, we will advise you with enough time so that you can take the steps that you might need." Patrick and the boys knew what that man was talking about, so the boy calmed down; but Ben continued with his arms wrapped round his father. The lawyer then continued: "Mr. Melton, there is another aspect of this case away from the adoption, it is the criminal one: can we have any proof of what you have said about John's assault? "Without being asked, the boy stood, took off his jacket and pullover and dragged his shirt from the back, showing the man the still visible scars. The lawyer took his hand to his mouth: "Almighty God! Who has dared to do this to a child?" John please, bring the camera and take a picture of the boy's back. Mr. Melton, now I can assure you that your boys will never be separated from you! I'll take personally care of it." Patrick looked at the man as Ben dried his tears. "Mr. Hartwell, I suppose you are aware that the men that did it, and probably still are taking advantage of boys without their consent in that orphanage, are very powerful. If the case goes into a Court my sons would be the principal witnesses for the prosecution." The man nodded. "Let me tell you that they will never be in a Court; they will never be subject for the sensationalist press to ruin their lives; they have suffered already enough to go again thru the same Calvary. You have in that tape all we can provide to the authorities, including names, in order they carry out an investigation; but we will never help anyone to create a scandal that may cause more harm than benefit to the orphanage, to the boys and to the persons that honestly work for children. You have the clues; I think the authorities have the obligation and can do the job, obtaining the proofs at least to stop those practices; my sons will continue their own life, growing up and enjoying their lives as boys. "You are very clear, Mr. Melton. I'll talk privately to the Judge. I understand your position and I must tell you that in this case the law and myself are behind you and the boys. "Thank you very much Mr. Hartwell; now please let me know how much do you need to start the case." "We have been duly instructed by James, the Bank will pay our bills in your behalf. We will be in touch." He extended out his hand and the men and boys shook them. Then he added: "Once this subject if finished we will meet in Richmond; James is always complaining that I have forgotten them." "Thank you again Mr. Hartwell; we hope we will have time enough to enjoy a good lunch or dinner together." They said goodbye and the young Hartwell accompanied them to the door and returned to the side of his uncle; thru the large window they saw how Ben was giving the hand to his father while Patrick had his arm on the younger boy's shoulders; he commented to his cousin: "Yes they are a truly family and it would be an injustice to separate them." He kept silence while Patrick and his sons walked along the large avenue. "Yes, I know the man, and as the boys guessed, he is too powerful, a public criminal prosecution would cause more harm than benefit. In spite of his determination, Mr. Melton could have wanted a revenge, but he seems to be a good and clever father and all what he wants is the boys' happiness; I am sure the Judge will appreciate this, besides, he also knows the man who whipped the boy." Patrick gave a surprise to his boys, especially to John; as they were entering in the restaurant he pointed out to an electronic shop on the other side. "That will be our today's last visit." The boys cheered in a low voice, they knew the meaning. Patrick wanted the boys to forget the previous visit to the lawyer; he was confident on the results, but the children could be worried and preoccupied. After finishing they entered into the large shop where it could be seen computers of all models and sizes; a young man with glasses approached and before he could speak Patrick asked: "I suppose you can assembly a good computer." The young man smiled. "Yes sir, anything that you want. I guess you have an idea of what you want." John and Ben turned their head in order the boy could not see them grinning. "Yes, I have. Please take a notebook and I'll tell you. Patrick told the young man his order, describing the characteristics of the computer, including two joysticks, the printer, and scanner- fax items; he then finished: Instead of one hard disk we need two, we don't want to make any partition. One run by Windows and the other by Linux operating system. The young man looked at him and said: "I'll be happy joining your company, sir." Patrick smiled and the boy continued: "Next Monday you will have the equipment ready to use; I will assembly it myself and after testing I'll send it to you. Please come to my office: they sat, paid the purchase, after making a good discount as he understood Patrick was a professional and probably he would buy some other equipment later on. They said goodbye to the young man and left. John and Ben could not be happier. They boarded the train and did not stop talking about it until the train stopped. It was dark when they arrived home. They had a room for their own with a large bed each, more than enough for two persons, but had decided to use only one bed, storing in the same room their daily clothes and the rest in each room. The boys entered in their room excited and started to take off their shining shoes after hanging their jackets. John looked to his new brother and he caught Ben looking at him; they were fully dressed except for their shoes and jackets; John contemplated his brother and thought once more: "What a beautiful boy he is! His near oval little face; that little hole in his chin and those few freckles on his upright nose." Ben was thinking approximately in the same terms about his big brother: "What handsome his brother looked in those especial clothes; he was sure that soon, some girl would separate his brother from him and he would hate her; he loved that beautiful dimple on his right cheek when he laughed, and envied those large black eyes lashes. He felt so good and safe with him." John approached to Ben and as if he was waiting for him, he launched himself into his arms and John hugged him very tight to his chest; after a while he separate his face and their lips met in the most tender kiss he could remember; they broke the kiss and John pulled his brother again to his chest, feeling their heart beatings. "I love you, John." He murmured. "I love you a lot." John separated his little brother and they sat on the bed; he looked into those beautiful blue eyes, caressed his blond silky hair and kissed a peck on his nose and then on his red lips. He was transfixed contemplating his younger brother's beauty; he then said: "Benny, I don't think I can love anybody more than I love you. You and dad is all what I have and what I need, and especially you, my little and beautiful brother." Ben had rested his head on his brother's chest and had introduced his hand thru an opening of his shirt and was rubbing his pectorals as John was caressing his hair. He felt his dick getting hard. Without moving his head from his brother's chest he said: "I would do anything that you asked me. Anything!" John caressed his hair and his red cheeks and looking at him he said: "I only need your love; that's all." Ben dragged his brother head and kissed him on the lips; he could see the tenting on his fly. "You are hard, John, do you want to put your dick into my butt as you did to Sammy?" John grinned and touched his brother hard cock. "You are hard too. Ben, fucking a boy or a girl is just lust and it finishes when you release your semen into his guts, it does not mean you will love him or her; I love you and don't want to hurt you. What I need is your smile, your friendship, to kiss that beautiful nose. in summary: your love." Ben kissed again his brother and chuckled as he added: "Of course, I love a lot to hear your squeals." Ben separated from him. "And, what about your groans?" He laughed. "Let's finish, dad is waiting downstairs and we have all night ahead. We need to talk about what we have done today." They undressed, neatly folded and hanged their clothes; changed into comfortable tracksuits and sat near their father. John pressed his body against Patrick, and then he rose his face and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you dad, that's the best present I ever have. Ben did the same and pointed out to the kitchen, John smiled and argued: "I know it is my duty to feed you this week, but you should help me." Patrick stood and the three went to prepare dinner. Ben then asked: "Will you allow us to connect to Internet? "I will allow you everything as long as your school works and your duties at home are met. I'll contact to Manuel, probably we will use his server, if not, I plan to install one on the basement, however this will take sometime, now we will locate an ISP to connect to, in order you can send and receive mails to/from your friends." He looked at them seriously and added: "You must promise me not to visit pages dedicated for adults." John then said: "Dad, you will know what we see, if you wanted. Remember that you have been a cracker." Greening slyly he added: "We better prefer natural than pictures." He jabbed his little brother and added: "Ah! Tomorrow is George birthday, he will be ten, and we have been invited to his home." Chapter 11 - Good news When they finished dinner all three went upstairs and showered quickly, the boys yawned, it has been an excited day, undressed and in seconds they got under the covers on his father's bed. Patrick was to protest or argue but in vain, they were rock asleep; Ben between John's arms; it has been a long and tired day and he did not want to argue because he liked his boys in his bed, however he understood they had to sleep in their own room, either together or separated; he would not interfere, except tonight, and probably some other nights, when the boys needed be reassured; he then would allow them to sleep in his own bed. When finished his shower he joined them behind his elder son. He had bought from Samuel's two bikes that were in the garage, the boys knew anything, so the following morning, after breakfast, they discovered the present and came as mad boys to kiss his father. Ben said. "Dad, we'll go to Sammy's, they must already be back from church." Patrick motioned them to come into the house. "Boys, they must be engaged on the little feast's preparation; I suppose it is not a good moment to disturb them; tonight you will have time enough to be together." They seemed convinced; then John said: "We will go to our school, since there are many boarders we will ask to the porter to allow us to enter, then we can see all the installations." "Alright, but." Patrick entered in the house and brought a very small cell phone. "One of you take this phone, please John and Ben, take care of yourselves; should you have any problem, please ring me and I'll be there in a minute. Nobody must know that you carry a phone. Right? "Yes, dad. No problem." John took the little electronic device and hided it into a secret pocket. In a minute he saw his children freely pedalling down the street. They asked the porter to enter and this, after checking the list of the new students, allowed them to go in; a lonely blond boy was walking in front of the main building and the porter asked him whether he would like to act as a cicerone for the boys; he did not answer immediately but he looked at John and grinned accepting. He extended out his hand and introduced himself: "I am Karl Schulte." John as the older said: "I'm John Melton this is my younger brother Ben." They shook hands in a polite way and John understood he was not an American or English in spite he spoke excellent English. Ben then asked: "Which country are you coming from, Karl? Sorry I have been in Europe and I would bet you are from there." The blond boy looked at him quizzically repented he had accepted guiding those stupid boys; he reluctantly but politely answered: "I am German, from Cologne." Lovely memories came into Ben's mind and without feeling his brother was with him, he started speaking in a fluent German to the boy. Karl opened wide his eyes, he couldn't believe a foreigner could speak without any ascent, except that Ben seemed from Frankfurt. "How can you speak like that, were you born in Germany? "No. I was taken to Frankfurt when I was three; I remained for three years in a kindergarten while my brother remained with our late grandma." Ben lied. Then he turned into English. From that moment Karl was all kindness; he then said: "My parents sent me here to improve my English, I'll return next June when school ends, after two years; I must recognize that I feel homesick, especially after three months in Cologne and Spain. I have not many friends here and they considered me a lonely boy." John appreciated the sadness on that abandoned boy. "It is normal that you feel alone, but there are many girls too, if the boys are stupid." Karl blushed and he answered not convinced: "Well, I am not very popular with girls, too." John guessed the problem of this lonely boy and he interrupted him since he was sure he would feel embarrassed. "Don't worry; from next Monday on, you will have two friends, if you liked us, of course." The boy grinned and started acting as what he had proposed to be. They spent near three hours together feeling more and more comfortable with them; he showed the school and the nicknames they used for some nasty teachers. When they went thru the main building Ben saw his picture on the honour pad. He was near fourteen and was in grade eighth, John then added: "I am in grade eight, too, and I know a friend that will be very glad meeting you." They say goodbye and saw how the boy waved his hand near the porter. They pedalled slowly thru the empty streets and when they were far enough John said: "That boy looked sad, very sad and I guess what his problem is." "Probably you are a good psychologist." "I don't need to be a psychologist for that. Didn't you see how he blushed when he looked at me? Definitely, he is gay; because of that, he had not many friends, he fears they might discover it. This is a stupid conservative society and he hates us." Ben opened wide his eyes. "I suppose so; in Germany you can see the boys hand in hand walking in the parks and kissing and nobody cares about it, and in Netherlands, I heard that the Government is preparing a law that will be passed within a few years by which two persons of the same sex would be allowed to get married." Ben paused. "In this country that would be impossible." John nodded then Ben added: "We must get acquainted with Sammy; he feels more or less the same. That explains he is on the honour pad; he must be a clever boy and besides he concentrates himself on the books. I bet he does not belong to any sport team and he makes strictly the sports required by the school. The same as Sammy, he murmured." They arrived home and greeted Patrick that had prepared lunch; after cleaning dishes they sat on the large sofa in the living room and told his father about his new friend. They spent some time watching a movie on the TV and round five they dressed and went to Samuel's house. There were many children ranging from six to eleven and few teenagers, normally sons of Samuel's friends. As soon as George saw Ben, he left all his friends and came to greet him; he felt very proud of having a so cool friend and he showed to his mates that surrounded him; Ben felt embarrassed and as soon as he could, he sat near Mary that was watching him. "My little brother is a pain on anybody's ass. She said." A tall boy was sat near her, probably round fifteen that was looking at Ben; however Mary ignored him and did not introduce to the blond boy. Ben felt embarrassed but did nothing. The party was good and all boys and girls run thru the large garden; some were laying on the grass laughing and telling jokes; some other were dancing with the pop music on a little paved area. Suddenly Mary stood and caught Ben's hand: "Come on Ben! I must show you something." She looked beautiful and very sexy; Ben's dick started to grow menacing to tent his trousers. The older boy stood but Mary with a smile told him: "Ralph, you wait here for me, I'll be back in a minute." She dragged Ben into the house and to the library: "He is the boy I talked you about. He continues being a twit and thinks that he deserves everything because his family is rich." She closed the door with her butt, took Ben in her arms and their lips met. Ben knew what she expected from him, but that was neither the right time nor the right place; so he introduced his tongue into her mouth while he slid his hand under her skirt; he felt her hand rubbing his cock that was terrible hard. She was a hot girl but not a silly, so they separated and looking into Ben's eyes she added: "We must return my little man; I would like to continue but we may have some other times." Ben nodded and returned to the party. But before she opened the door, Ben said: "Mary, you look beautiful today; don't you realise that you are the queen of the party?" The girl smiled pleased with the compliment; she gave a peck to Ben on his lips and said: "Of course, because you, my king, are here." They laughed and entered in the living room. John and Sammy were in a corner sipping a refreshment: "I like that school, Sammy. We have met a German boy that showed us all the installations; he seemed a sad boy, but after half of an hour with us, he looked happy. We promised each other to meet tomorrow; he is an eight grader, too. Sammy grinned. "He must be "Lonely"; he is very intelligent and is on the honour pad, but he had no friends at all. Last year I felt sorry for him and I tried to approach him; he is very handsome and I like him a lot, but he rejected me." Sammy said sadly, he blushed as he instinctively recognized himself as gay; but soon recovered since John knew him better than anybody else." "I think both of you could be good friends; once we have broken the ice it will be easier to talk to him. Ben and I liked him, so there must be an explanation why he wants to remain away from the rest of his mates. "Probably, but I am not a psychoanalyst." John grinned. "Perhaps he is the kind of boy that has only a few friends, but real friends, and not silly asses. I like that type of persons because I am much the same as he is." John looked directly to his friend and said: "You are not like that, Sammy. You are an excellent friend and very handsome, probably the majority of the boys of this town, and if you did not feel gay, probably many girls, would be round you all the time because I have seen watching how they looked at you, and not only girls." Sammy looked at John and grinned pleased, thanking him with his eyes. They spent the evening and round seven, near the sunset, all boys and girls started to leave; Samuel's mother pleaded Patrick and the children not to go but have dinner with them. A team or workers came to pick everything up and before eight the house looked as if nothing had happened there, except that George was exultant with his presents, and most because his adored hero, Ben, was with him. Mary tried several times to break that union but without success, she then gave up. She repeated for herself "My little brother is a real pain on my ass." They returned home after a pleasant time commenting the events and after showering they went to bed; the boys in his own bed and room. It would be the first time since three years that Ben would hear an alarm clock on his nightstand. They tacked into the bed and John placed his arm round his brother. He sighed as he drifted to sleep. Ben had not peed before going to bed and he had drank a lot during the party; so after a few hours he felt the need to empty his bladder; then he went into the bed in the same position as he was before; he loved the feeling of John crotch against his buttocks. Yet he was not asleep when he felt how John started pumping his hard cock between his legs, his dickhead pushing his young balls sack. Ben got hard and excited, so he put his hand round his own cock and started jerking off following his brother moves; after a few minutes he was breathing hard as John was; he feared he might squeal, so placed his mouth against the pillow when he felt his climax approaching. He felt how his brother pulled him to his crotch and with a loud groan he started spurting his semen between Ben's thighs. Ben was breathing hard as John; and after a couple of minutes smiled and drifted to sleep. The clock rang and they jumped from the bed to the shower. As usually he kissed his little brother on the way to the bathroom. "I don't know why, but I am happy; probably I had a pleasant dream." Ben grinned and looked at him while he went under the showerhead. "Yes, you had a very pleasant dream, I can assure you." He looked puzzled to his brother. Then Ben showed him the crusts of dry semen on his legs. "Yes you did and drove me mad, so I had to jerk off." They laughed and Ben added: "You owe me one, don't forget it." "I'll pay you back right now." John motioned as going to make him blow job." They jumped from the tub, dried and got dressed. Patrick had breakfast ready; after kissing his sons they left to take the bus right on the corner of their new home. Patrick could not but to sigh seeing his sons; they looked beautiful in his school uniform. A woman that was just crossing looked at them and followed the boys until they pulled into the bus. The school was an efficient institution; as soon as they arrived they knew where their rooms, seats and lockers were. John was sat near Karl and on the other side of isle was Sammy. Mary and Ben were together, this to the disappointment of other girls that wanted to be near him. The day passed uneventfully, like in any other school. To the surprise of the rest of his mates and the teachers, they saw Karl chatting with John during the breaks and having lunch together with Ben and Sammy, as well as consulting each other about the classes. That was an exciting day. When they finished the last class Karl said: "Thank you boys, it seems this year all will be different for me. " Ben chatted for few minutes in German with Karl and he added, being sure Sammy would not understand: "Sammy is a good boy, I regret that last year I rejected him; I am too shy to apology him right now but I will do it some day. I would like living in the town and to be with you in the bus." He blushed when he said that. "Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow." They left to catch the bus. It had been an exhilarating day and when they arrived home found their father waiting for them; they kissed him and went upstairs to undress and change into casual clothes; they had forgotten about the computer and their mouths opened when they saw the equipment. "Wow dad! It is fantastic!" John said. Patrick sat in front of it and put the system on. In seconds a lovely tune sounded thru the speakers and the screen prompting a message asking for the drive, Patrick then said: "The computer has two hard disks with eighty gybes of capacity each÷ "C" drive is run by Linux operating system, that's yours John; and drive "D" with the same specifications runs in "Windows", for Ben, as less experienced. John, please, you must teach your brother to manage it, printing and scanning images; as well as how to handle the mail. Ben, please come with me to your room." Both boys stood and found on his desk a pad, a screen and an additional small box for drives "A" and "B". The system is set up as a little net so we don't need to duplicate the central unit, allowing each other some privacy." The boys hugged and kissed him. Then John said: "Dad, you have provided us with excellent tools; Karl has told us that we can see everything we need from the school; they have a web where it is shown even the seat that we have, let alone qualifications, news about school events, etc. The director will give us a password to enter." .They kept silence for a moment and then looking to his father he added: "We have a good computer dad, but what about you?" Patrick smiled, went into his room and came with a little suitcase containing a lovely laptop. "You know, we must be a little careful about our wealth, especially during one year or after everybody forget about us." The boys understood but they were so excited that forgot they had homework to do. "I suppose you have some work to do." "Sorry dad, it is so exciting to have a machine like this!" John said. "But you are right; we need to do our works before anything." He logged off and they proceeded to do their home works. The computer, the school and the new friends covered the boys' full time; Saturday arrived and Patrick left them to sleep until late in the morning. They had works to do, cleaning the house and taking care of the little garden. Patrick had organized a little office in a small room downstairs where he had installed the telephone. It was quiet and Samuel would phone him in case of any problem. The phone rang and he lifted the receiver. He heard the deep voice of Mr. Hartwell, his lawyer. After greeting each other the lawyer said: "Mr. Melton, I have good news for you. The Judge had not made any objection on you adopting John; regarding Ben, he gives you his custody and provisional adoption rights, until they find out whether he had any other direct relatives, such as grandparents, that might claim him. The provisional situation will probably last a month, after that time the boy will be your real son. He can use your surname as your own son; eventually this only would last until he is twelve, when the Judge must forcedly hear his opinion on his adoption. I would suggest not tell them anything yet; I know how much they love you and Ben might be very upset and who knows what his reaction could be." Patrick then said: "Thank you Mr. Hartwell, they really are excellent news and you are right; it will cost me a great effort to control myself, but I'll do it. What about the other problem?" "The Judge had sent all the information to the police, but he insisted that they could get fast results if you allowed the police to interview the boys privately; but I have to advise you that you should never accept that, because it would imply that the Court would call them as witnesses. I have replied him in this sense in your behalf what you told us, therefore this item is closed for us. Within a few weeks you must come here to sign all documentation; that will be the end of the process. I'll keep you posted. How are those beautiful boys?" "Thank you Mr. Hartwell. They are happier than ever attending to school, playing with their friends, in summary being boys. They are sleeping now; I have left them to rest because they had had a very busy week. Thanks again." They ended the conversation. Patrick had the temptation to run upstairs and wake up his new sons, but he rejected the idea; he entered in the boys' room; they were hard asleep and as usually John was hugging his brother; their eyes closed and softly breathing. He kissed lightly them and closed the door. He returned to his small office and dialled a long distance number in Baltimore, Manuel answered: "Patrick, your have alighted my day, what a wonderful moment! We were getting ready to go to make some shops. How are the boys? When will you come? Are they alright?" Patrick smiled as his real friend continue asking questions. "Manny, please, stop making questions and listen carefully without interrupting me; then you can make any question that you might like." He heard his friend laughing and the sound of his wife Nelly taking the other phone terminal; he then continued: "I have some news regarding the auction of my old house; that will take place in the Town Hall on next Tuesday at 10:00 am. On Monday I'll provide you with enough funds to buy it; you must register the property in the name of Nelly and yourself. Nelly well knows how to do it. I promise you that before a month is elapsed I'll pay a visit to Baltimore; by then the house must be yours. Don't ask me how or who provided the money because I can't say it to you right now; but I must say that everything is legal and you don't need to argue or question about it. I want to give a very hard hug and kiss to those beautiful angels of your daughters and of course to you both." He stopped and Nelly asked: "That's not fair my friend; you close all possible ways of questioning you, but I'll do it as you are telling us; but what do you want the house for? Are you coming to live with us? "Sorry Nelly, I can only answer you the last question. I have a compromise for the next year to live here; the boys are already in the school, however we'll take a weekend to see you after a month. Please Nelly, Manuel; don't ask me anything else. Please." On the other side of the line sighs were expressed, but gave up. Then Manuel spoke. "Patrick, you must promise me to take care of yourself and the boys, otherwise I'll fly to Richmond and will take your ears torn." They laughed and ended up the call. Patrick thought it will be very nice to see them; he could scarcely remember the girls, the elder one was blonde and the little one had the most beautiful black eyes he has ever seen, something similar to John's. He was engulfed in his own thoughts when he heard his sons: "Good morning, dad. You must be thinking on some thing good because you look happy." Patrick opened his arms and both boys launched into them and kissed him. They were dressed with their pyjamas because the weather was not good, the day had come cloudy and it was drizzling; it was chilly outside, inviting to remain indoors. It was normal in this time of the year for that part of the country. "You make me happy, my sons. It seems that the weather got you clothed." The boys grinned. "Yes dad." Ben said. "We like to be naked but it is too cold for that, I think we must wait to next summer for that. It was so cosy under the covers that I would have wanted to remain there the whole day." "You lazy!" John jabbed his brother as he asked Patrick. "Once we finish our school works we will put on the heating. Will you allow us doing that, dad?" Patrick nodded. They enjoyed that weekend at home; none of the boys had enjoyed such a lovely time together; John had spent his whole life in the orphanage and Ben in foreign countries. In the school they were becoming closer and closer to Karl; actually they formed a little gang with Sammy and the little George and most of the days Mary joined them during lunchtime. Ben had got very fond of the little young boy and George paid him back with admiration and affection. Of course they were busy, but always had some spear time during the weekends for sex, especially between the two brothers. John told Sammy about his new computer and they agreed to ask his father for a sleepover with them. Patrick and Samuel had become close friends and every Saturday they used to go out "to clean their hosepipes", as Sammy used to say. It was over the first month in the school when the first snowfall came, and many boys in the school went to the near forest to enjoy playing or making snowballs and launched them to each other. Karl and John walked thru the trees while George and Ben played not far away. Karl had become very close to John to whom he considered his best friend; they were talking behind a large tree, they saw nobody except Ben and George, then Karl said: "John, I owe you a lot, my life has changed since I knew you; you are my best friend and I think I am not fair with you. I, I, have thought many times to talk to you, but I never found the moment." John looked to that boy; he knew what was into his mind; something similar of what happened to Sammy in the swimming pool near two months before. So he thought he needed help. Karl continued: "You are very successful with girls, I think that most of our class would pay to get a kiss from you, however you ignore them politely and accept me being in your company, and I think I do not deserve that honour." John put his finger on the boy's thick lips and stopped him. "Karl, I can't say you how or when I got such experience, but let me tell you that I have got some." The blond boy kept silence, his head bent; they could hear the shouts of Ben and George playing with the snow; John continued: "You think you are not fair because you have not told me that you are gay. Am I right?" Karl jumped as if someone had put a pin in his ass. "Do you think that I would reject you because of that? You are wrong my friend, I appreciate your honesty but a friend is something more than study together and hangs around." Karl finally could speak stammering: "Do you know that I, I, am." "Homosexual!" John put his arms over the blond boy's shoulder and raised his head. "You have not chosen being gay Karl, the same as many others." He looked into the boy's blue eyes and hugged him very tight. John felt some wetness on his hand as Karl tears dropped on it. They separated for a moment and John kissed his friend's head as a sign of friendship and love. Karl looked at him still his eyes blurred with tears. "I'm sorry John. It is the first time that someone kisses my head, except my mom, of course. My dad never does, and my mother all the time when I am at home." He grinned. "It felt very good." John raised his chin so they were looking into each other eyes. "After all you are a human being, but very beautiful and have one of the nicest faces I have ever contemplated." They kept silence for a moment, and then Karl approached his face to John's and kissed him on the lips. He blushed for daring that, but John said: "Thank you Karl for your kiss, as you know I am not gay but I love a kiss from a friend and handsome boy like you." Then John dragged Karl to him and kissed him back. It was not a passionate kiss but John's cock started to get hard and could observe how Karl was tenting his trousers. "Now we are eve." They grinned. Karl was to say something, but in that moment the bell rang calling them to class. Chapter 12 - The sleepover The boys continued helping Samuel every Friday evening on the store, they were now like a close family; two weeks later they had agreed for a sleep over in Patrick's home, however as usual Sammy did not like George joining them, but he insisted because he said Ben was his best friend and he liked him a lot. On the other hand, Ben liked the smart young boy and this was the first time they would sleep together. Previously they had slept over Samuel house, but Granny was sleeping there and she was awoken until late and got earlier than any others; so there were not many chances to have fun; however Ben took any opportunity to kiss Mary and to rub his hard cock against her cunt, and probably John fucked Sammy in silence; but that was not the same as being alone. So this was the first opportunity and George was not silly. "You are a pain, George!" Sammy shouted to his little brother. Mary smiled and his father grinned when his elder son could not see him. Then Ben said: "I don't mind sleeping with George; I like him and have good times together." Sammy argued but finally he accepted the facts; so they had dinner in Samuel's with Granny and Mary. The old lady liked her grand daughter, and those were moments of confidences between the young and old woman. Patrick took the boys home and as soon they entered took each other backpack and started doing their home works. Two hours later they had finished and went to have a shower in pair; when he was ready to leave, the boys were in their rooms, he kissed the four of them encouraging to be good boys and left. They were in pyjamas but wanted to be naked, but for that they needed a better heating, so they went to the boiler and fed it full so it would last the whole night with a good temperature. They played with the computer for a few minutes, but soon locked the doors and Sammy got naked; he was already hard; he slid his hand under John's pyjama slowly rubbing his cock. John stood and started to undress: "Let me do it, John. I like that part a lot." Before he started getting him nude he dragged his beautiful lips to him and kissed passionately. "We better do it on the bed, it is more comfortable." They grinned and he slowly started undressing his friend. The last item was his shorts that were tenting and with a little stain of John's precum. Sammy placed his left hand under his balls massaging the pack softly and with the right he took the tenting into his mouth. John gasped as he felt his cock touched. Sammy grinned; introduced his thumbs thru the elastic and yanked down the cloth; John stepped out of it, pulled Sammy to him and they kissed passionately. "Please John, fuck me, I want it, I have dreamed many times about it." John grinned, pulled the lovely teenagers on the bed and again they started kissing, their dicks rubbing against each other. "I have brought some cream, it is in my backpack." John rummaged in the backpack and extracted the large tube. Sammy knew what to do; he raised his leg to his chest and John put some cream on his butt. With his finger his spread it and pushed inside his hole; John could notice his friend butt was tight again, but not so much as the first time. He spread some of the white cream on his cock and got ready. His cock was hard and needing a release; he guided it to the port of entry: "Are you ready, Sammy? It seems you are a little tight, so let me know if I hurt you." The boy nodded. John pushed his cock and after a little resistance half of it entered into Sammy's butt; the boy gasped but said nothing, so John pulled back a few centimetres and then pushed again until his whole cock was buried until the hilt into the teenager's hole. John moaned in pleasure and pressed even more; he remained quiet for a few seconds and then started shoving into his friend. The pump increased and only the moans and gasps of both boys were heard. "Fuck me hard! Fuck me hard!" Sammy murmured with his eyes closed and his lovely lips gripped. When John felt his orgasm was just near he stopped, bent over and kissed Sammy's sexy lips. Sammy placed his hands round his friend's head and pulled hard his faced to him. "Oh god, that's feels so, so good!" John was very close to orgasm, he felt the tightness of Sammy bowels round his hard cock and still with their lips sealed John moved his hips back and forth; he rose to give Sammy the finals humps, they moaned loudly as John stroked his friend cock that exploded spurting his semen, reaching his first shot to his mouth that was open; the second and others on his chest. John gave a final thrust with a groan and his load went deep into Sammy bowels. He fell on top of his friend that pushed him to his chest; both breathing hard and their young hearts beating. They remained quiet for some minutes enjoying the closeness of their hot bodies. "It has been very good, John. Only a good friend can do something like this." John raised his head and kissed his friend tenderly. "Yes, it has been good. I think that both needed it." After a few minutes caressing each other they separated and looked face to face, their heads on the pillow. Sammy then said: "John, you know that I enjoy a lot this and I am all the time looking forward for the next day that we could do it together; however since the school started, something has happened that I thought would never come back." As John kept silence Sammy continued: "I, I, I think. am in love. It is an impossible love but perhaps because I know I will not reach him it is even stronger." He paused as John caressed his friend's silky hair. "During the past two weeks I have dreamed about him, my cock get hard and I have stained the sheets a few times." John kissed a peck on the sexy lips of his friend. "Do I know him?" "Yes, you do." He blushed. "He. he is Karl. I tremble when he is near me; I think that I loved him when he rejected my friendship. I thought it was because I felt sorry for him and because he was alone, but I had to convince myself that it is something different. Your words of what could be love matches exactly about what I feel about him. He is so beautiful, so good, so. Sorry John, I must be honest with you; but I would like him now on top of me kissing me, and if he liked, fucking me." "That's good, Sammy; he is really a good boy and I wish him all the best; he is very fortunate to have a lover like you and not a silly ass as mostly are. If I were you I would take any opportunity to say it to him. He is not the kind of boy who would make fun out of you. He is really one of the best persons I have ever met. Who knows?" "Do you think he is gay, too?" "Sammy, you are my friend, but please, let me not to answer that question. That's something you must find out by yourself. If you love him, why not to tell him? If I was Karl and you asked me, I would feel very proud and honoured because you are a great boy, Sammy. Don't you realise that everybody likes you?" Sammy looked at his friend and kissed him very hard; he knew he liked his lips. When they separated from their long and wet kiss, he said: "Yes, I am very fortunate having good friends like you and your beautiful cock." Laughing he jumped on the bed and took John cock into his mouth, starting sucking him hard. When John's cock was hard Sammy went on top of him and straddled his hips, he then guided John's dick to his hole and sat on him impaling himself. "Let's enjoy tonight John." Saying that he started moving up and down on his friend's cock until that beautiful sensation was approaching; John thought to help and took Sammy hard cock and wrapped it with his hand. Again when he was near his climax Sammy stopped for a few minutes, bent over John and their mouths and tongues met. He knew how much his friend loved his kisses. They resumed their fucking and after a few minutes sweating and moaning they reached a glorious climax at the same time. Sammy spurted his semen on John's chest and belly as he felt his friend load far into him. Breathing hard they went into a mutual hug. John dragged the covers and they drifted to sleep. It was late. That's what had happened in that room, but Ben and George were in the next one and John's had heard a muffled squeal. He grinned and closed his eyes. Ben and George entered in his room, closing the door behind them; the older boy proceeded to undress followed by the naughty smart little boy that was watching closely his moves. Ben was not hard but he looked at his young friend that was getting naked and his dick started to get erected. To George's astonishment Ben got naked and went under the covers, so he did the same, but his little weenie was hard; Ben grinned at the lovely view. George dragged down a little the covers so his butt was in the air when laid down. "It is fantastic to feel the sheet without pyjamas; I do sometimes when Sammy is not watching me and always my little sausage gets hard." Ben grinned, he wanted to chat with that smart little boy, he liked him a lot and made him to laugh with his occurrences; he resembled a lot to his father that always had good temper and was telling jokes. The little boy, the same as his elder brother, had the most beautiful and sexy lips; he wanted to kiss him, but Ben thought they had time. They were with their heads on the pillow facing each other; George extended out his hand and caressed Ben's silky blond hair. "Your hair is like silk, Ben. I like it a lot." Ben took his hand on top of his head so the little boy could enjoy it. "My cock gets hard when I touch you, Ben; I love the sensation in it." George looked at Ben's dick. "Yours is larger and thicker than mine. Can. can I touch you, Ben?" Ben grinned because that was what he was waiting for. "You can touch, lick, kiss or suck any part of me, George. I'm sure I will love it." The lithe boy sighed and smiled because that was what he has in his mind; Ben was his friend, his hero and he loved anything he wanted. He extended his hand and wrapped Ben's cock and moved up and down his shaft. Ben gasped in pleasure. ú"It is hot, Ben; it feels so smooth and lovely.I like it." Ben laid on the bed as George slowly stroked his hard cock; he looked at his friend, extended out his left hand rubbed Ben's chest. Ben gasped. "Do you like it, Ben? What is it that clear fluid on top of your cock's head?" The little boy asked. "I like it a lot George; that's precum; it is to prevent my cock to get soared when I jerk it off. You cannot yet produce it because you are very young, so you must use your saliva instead." George grinned. Then he folded his knees and sat on his calves near Ben, looked at his friend for approval and bent his head; he kissed the top of Ben's dick and slowly he put it into his mouth. He tested the flavour of Ben's precum; Ben moaned in pleasure, his breathe increased. George thought he had hurt Ben and retrieved his head. "Please George, don't stop now, it feels very, very good." The little boy resumed his sucking as Ben added: "Please, mind your teeth, do it only with your lips and tongue." The little boy was a quick learner and he continued sucking Ben's meat. After a few minutes Ben closed his eyes, his legs got rigid as a spasm went thru his body; he arched his hips and pushed down the little boy's head so he near got him gagged. Ben moaned loudly, he had to take his hand on his mouth because he wanted to squeal. George continued sucking him, but when he noticed his friend's cock was getting flaccid he stopped and looked astonished to his adored hero. When Ben recovered he extended his arm out and dragged the little boy on top of him; he could not help and kissed the little boy's lips. George liked a lot being like that; he felt his little weenie harder than ever rubbing against his new friend's belly. He had felt very good when he kissed him like a girl, but he said nothing; he remained quiet for a few minutes; he thought he would have liked to be there for the whole night. He raised his head and caressed Ben's hair again. "It looks like you have had a good time, Ben. Did I do it correctly?" Ben looked at him and again kissed his beautiful lips. "Yes, you did it very well." The ten year-old-boy greened with pride hearing that from his adored boy. "I must teach you something, but I have enjoyed it very much. Now is your turn; please lie down and I'll show you, I'm sure you will like it; however this will be our secret, you must not tell anyone, so we can do it again whenever we like and have a chance." The little imp smiled slyly. "Oh don't worry; I know we can't say anything about this or about what my brother and John did together; it is not anyone's business." Ben smiled as the little boy laid on the bed looking at him. Ben kneeled near him and sat on his calves; he started licking and biting the little boy's earlobes and he giggled moving his head to where Ben was licking. He continued licking George and could see how the little boy gasped placing his hands on his friend's silky hair. Ben sucked his little nipples and George's reaction was a loud moan as his weenie got harder and harder; Ben then licked his navel and after a while he looked at the little boy pink face; Ben grinned because he knew what he was feeling and expecting. Ben suddenly took the whole little package into his mouth; with his tongue he played with his little nuts while he felt the head of the little boy's cock rubbing his mouth ceiling. Ben then left the balls and concentrated on the hard little meat, licking the tip with his tongue at the same time he sucked it. George did not expect that; he trembled and breathed heavily; he felt that strange sensation of a great need of pee coming from his butt to the tip of his little cock. He arched his hips and gripped his friend's hair; he had his eyes closed and was tossing his head to each side of the pillow: "Ben. please.stop, I. I can resist.!" The little boy whispered; then he pleaded: "Please don't stop!" Don't stop now! Please.stop!" He said near sobbing. He moaned loudly, near a scream, but Ben continued sucking his hard little dick. George arched again his hips and pleaded to stop and not to stop. He gritted his teeth and a grimace showed on his face; his eyes closed, he stretched out his round fatty legs and again he folded his knees in a attempt of avoiding Ben's mouth, but in vain. He was mad with this new feeling that subsidized and again came back making him to see stars, planets and rainbows during those endless minutes as he screamed. Probably those were little dry orgasms that hit the young boy. When Ben thought it was enough, he left his jerking little cock. He moved to the head of the bed; George was breathing and sweating hardly; when he recovered he opened the yes and found his adored hero in front of him; he now was more convinced than ever how much he loved his friend; instinctively he extended out his arms and grabbed Ben head to him, he kissed him on the lips. He blushed because he didn't know why he did it. Ben kissed the little boy back and then laid on his right side looking at him with a sly smile. "Was it good, George? The little boy looked at him, he blushed again but suddenly he jumped on top of Ben and started kissing and licking him all round his body, including his soft cock. Ben giggled at the explosion of the little boy. He caressed his round and smooth face, gave a peck and said: "Now I want to teach you how you must kiss a girl so she loves you and your cock." The little rat looked at his hero astonished. "But you have kissed me and I have kissed you as in the movies." "That was a kiss of love, a friendship secret kiss, but not a sexy kiss. A real kiss means to put your tongue into my mouth and I'll do the same to you." The little boy looked perplexed. "That looks gross, Ben. I saw John and Sammy kissing like that, but." "Let's give a try; if you don't like or don't want it you can stop me. That was what I was said the first time I was kissed like that; it is called French kissing." George chuckled and nodded. Ben sat on the bed and placed the little boy on his lap with his arm round him. George quivered when he felt his loved friend's arm round him; their dicks were hard again. Ben then bent his head and their lips met again; after a few seconds savouring those sexy lips he pushed his tongue and parted the young boy's teeth; he entered into the small cavity and found the sweet organ, the touch made George to tremble as a spasm went thru his little body; he started experiencing the same feeling as when Ben was sucking his penis. He eagerly sucked Ben's tongue and in seconds both young boys were overwhelmed by a passionate sensation that lasted a few minutes; then they separated while their saliva dribbled on their chins. "That was fantastic, Ben. I saw John and my brother doing it but I didn't appreciate their tongues. Let's do it again." George placed his little arms round Ben's neck, their lips met and tongues swirled inside in a passionate kiss. Ben's cock was hard pushing the little boy butt; George felt that and broke the kiss; looking at his friend he added: "Your cock is hard, Ben. Please, put it into my butt as John did to my brother. It must be good because I saw them having a great time." Ben's dick was not as large and thick as John's so he thought George could accept it without hurting him; however he did not want to cause him the minimum pain, so he warned him: "I can do it, if you want it, George; but I don't want to hurt you. You must promise me that if you feel some discomfort or pain you will stop me." The little boy nodded. "Alright, I must go to the bathroom and bring something that will facilitate it. Come with me and we'll have a pee." They unlocked the door and went to the bottom of the passage into the bathroom; their dicks were hard, especially Ben's in expectation of what would come after a few minutes. After peeing they returned to their room; George jumped on the bed while Ben locked the door. "Put on four legs but your head and your arms on the pillow." George obeyed and saw how Ben pushed the tube and extracted a large glob of a whitish cream; he put it at the entry of the boy's pink hole and pushed his finger inside. George gasped and grinned, a new glob and the same action; when Ben thought it was enough, he carefully introduced a second finger; the little boy gasped, he thought he was ready to accept his thing long dick. He smeared some cream on his cock. George had his face turned to Ben looking to the preparations. "Are you ready, George? Remember you must tell me to stop if I hurt you." "Alright, but I am sure you won't hurt me." Ben grinned; he was excited because that was the first time he was going to fuck a younger boy since a few months before they had left the orphanage and he loved it. He contemplated the beautiful round butt cheeks and the pink hole in front of him; his cock was jerking in anticipation. With his left hand he guided his cock and with his right one he pulled George to him; the greased meat found a little resistance at the entrance, mostly due to the inexperienced little boy, but he pushed hard and half of his dick went into the young boy's bowels. George gasped as he felt his adored hero dick into him. He had felt only a little discomfort but he was a brave boy and now had disappeared. Ben remained for some seconds quiet and gasped, then he retracted until only the head of his penis was in, then he pushed slowly and enter his cock to the hilt. George said nothing but moaned. "How do you feel, George? Have I hurt you?" "Oh no!, only a little discomfort a the beginning, but now is gone. Go ahead totally, I feel full." Ben grinned as he started fucking the little boy; firstly in slow motions then he increased the pace; with his left hand he started stroking the little boy cock and George moaned; after a couple of minutes they were in a frenzy action getting near his orgasms, especially Ben. Both were breathing heavily; George felt how his friend's cock touched something into him that made him feel very good, he could not resist the feeling and went flat on his tummy. Ben did not stop, he continued slamming into the boy and he felt how his cock was pressed inside of that hot cavity; that was enough to him reaching the peak of his orgasm. He wanted to squeal but he knew his brother was in the other room and did not want him to make fan of him; he moaned loudly and fell on top of his little friend breathing hard. After a minute he kissed the young boy's cheek and George felt the happiest boy in the world. He then murmured: "Did you enjoy it, Ben? "Yes, a lot; you have the most beautiful butt I have ever fucked." George turned around and Ben's cock went out of his hole with a "flop" sound that made to laugh the little boy. George then dragged Ben's head to him and kissed him on the lips. Ben paid him back and soon they were engulfed in frenzy kissing with their tongues swirling inside their mouths. "I am happy that you enjoyed it. I did, too. Shall we do it again? I like to feel you on top of me; you are so hot and smooth. Ben could not but to kiss tenderly that lovely young boy. "I love you Ben." The little boy said sincerely. "I love you a lot. Never an older boy looked after me as you do, and you are. so pretty." The little boy flushed. "I love you, too George. You are a lovely and pretty boy, too. I am sure all girls will wets their pants for you." "I like girls too, but right now I don't mind about them. Let's do it again, Ben. The elder boy grinned, his cock was hard again and he had not stopped caressing his friend's weenie that was hard. "Alright, we'll do in a different way; you are not a virgin any longer and my cock will not hurt you. Lay on your back and raise your legs to your chest folding your knees," The boy obeyed and showed his little hole to Ben now shinning due to the cream and Ben's precum. Ben took a glob of Vaseline and smeared on the little boy's cock. In a single thrust he went totally into the boy, he started moving forward and back increasing the pace as he started to feel his new dry orgasm building; at the same time he stroke the little dick. George moaned as he felt that nice feeling again coming to his little cock. Ben was near his peak but he wanted that to last, so he stopped and laid on top of his little friend, however placing his elbows on the mattress so he did not pushed him; he contemplated the lovely lips and both joined their mouths on a long and wet kiss. With their mouths glued Ben suddenly turned over, so George was now on top of him. George started moving up and down so he was fucking himself and at the same time masturbating his little weenie that was pressed against Ben's crotch. The little boy moved up and down increasing the pace as he felt that lovely warmth sensation thru his young body; Ben felt his dick pressed inside of George's bowels as the young boy was hit with several dry orgasms; a spasm went thru his little body as Ben reached the peak of his orgasm. George fell on top of his adored friend breathing heavily, sweating and exhausted. Ben moaned loudly as he arched his hips and hugged tightly his young friend. He caressed the little boy with love and he raised his head a little and kissed Ben on the lips; Ben then looked at him and asked: "Did you enjoy it?" The little boy grinned tired. "Yes, a lot, but I feel very tired." The young boy was worn-out and his bedtime over passed; he yawned and happily fell on top of Ben's chest; in seconds he was hard asleep. Ben kissed his forehead and slid him to his left side. Ben looked at the boy's beautiful butt cheeks, he moved and kissed and licked them; he knew George was a hard sleeper and now nothing would wake him up. Ben's cock was harder than ever; he had been careful while he had been fucking the little boy in order to give him pleasure so they could repeat that later on; but now he wanted to fuck that beautiful ass without caring about the need of giving pleasure to the sleeping boy. Ben extracted a glob of cream pushed it into the boy anus, he did not need that because his hole was well greased but above all he did not want to hurt his friend; he took a new glob and smeared on his own hard cock; only his touch make him to gasp. He positioned behind George, guided his dick to his hole and pushed, it easily slipped into the boy's butt until his crotch slapped against his butt cheeks. He remained for a few moments quiet there enjoying the pleasure and tightness that he felt round his cock; he placed his arm round the boy hips and found his little weenie starting to grow hard. He sighed in pleasure and started thrusting him; he could only hear his increasing breathing and the sound of his cock going in and out, leaving only the head inside the boy's butt. He increased the pace and after a few minutes he was madly involved in his lust fucking the boy and at the same time masturbating him with his thumb and three fingers. He appreciated the boy's breathe had also increased showing he was enjoying in his dream. Ben fucked the boy until he was near his delicious orgasm, then stopped for a couple of minutes until he recovered his breath again; but this time he could not control himself; moaning he resumed his fucking and after a few minutes all his strength seemed to be in his cock; that wonderful orgasm arrived with a terrible spasm as he felt his cock pressed by the younger boy bowels. He gave three final thrusts with a muffled squeal as his mouth was on the younger boy's head. He was breathing heavily and sweating, he stayed quiet until he recovered; then left the boy hard little penis, kissed him on the head and dragged the covers over them; he pushed George to him and pressed his still erected dick into him making only one body; he kissed him again on his back neck and hair and drifted to sleep. Patrick arrived near at dawn; he had had a lovely night with Samuel and some of his friends; and he was tired and needing a good sleep. It has been a good medicine for his sadness and depression; he felt better than ever but needing to be near his sons. As soon he entered in the house he went upstairs; he opened John's room and found what he expected; a lovely smell of boy sex and two young teenagers sleeping in a common embrace. He grinned and closed the door. Then he did the same with Ben, and they were so tight united that seemed only one body. He knew that probably they had been having sex but he was not so sure because George was only ten but likely to feel those wonderful feelings if anyone knew how to do it. He closed the door; had a shower and after refilling the boiler he went under the covers in his room. Nine hours later, George woke up still in his friend's arms. He felt the wetness of the cream that Ben had put in his butt but nothing else; he turned around and faced his friend; he envied his beauty, especially his blond hair; he was blond too, but not as his adored friend; instinctively he kissed Ben's lips and he woke up too. "It is nice to wake up like this, George." Ben dragged the little boy's head to him and he returned the tender kiss. "I love you, little rat." George sighed and grinned. "Well, I would like to be in bed the whole day but I am starved. What about you, George?" The younger boy jumped on top of him and started making ticklish to Ben; he had to make a great effort to stop the younger boy because he did not want to wake his father up. "Let's go to the bathroom and have a good shower, but before I defiant you to a pee fight. They run naked thru the passage with their pyjamas on hand, their dicks dangling; their bladders were full, so they went under the shower and Ben counted: "one, two, three". Stream of urine started from the young penises, but this time George was the winner; in a moment that Ben opened his mouth to say something, George aimed his dick to him with such force that he filled Ben's mouth with his urine; the elder boy spat but had to bear the stream on his face until George was empty. The younger boy's giggles sounded to him as glory and without any notice Ben went on his knees and took George whole package into his mouth and started sucking him. George moaned as Ben sucked his little cock. "I. I. I want to suck you, Ben." The little boy said gasping. Ben stopped sucking the boy's cock; he then laid on his back and dragged the little boy on top of him. George did not know what Ben was doing until he felt his cock again being sucked in a 69 position. Ben placed his legs against the tiled wall so that his hip was in front of the younger boy's face; George grinned and did not doubt a second taking Ben's large cock into his mouth. Ben sucked him and soon he heard the muffled moans from George and after a couple of minutes he felt how the little boy pressed his crotch against his face hard as he probably was enjoying a lovely dry orgasm. Twice Ben noticed the same pressure before he was hit by that wonderful feeling in his loins and seconds after on the tip of his dick, He arched his hips against George, the boy understood and made an effort to take as maximum of the elder boy's dick into his mouth, he near gagged. Both groaned in pleasure and stopped sucking, still their mouths full of cock. They quickly recovered and the young boy added: "That's what I really enjoy, Ben; that's wonderful. I have learnt a lot of things that I will put on practice with my friend Richard next time he comes to my house." He looked to Ben and blushed as he said: "However I prefer doing it with you Ben; I love that," Ben dragged him to his chest and kissed the little boy's lips. "I love doing it to you, George; you are a marvellous and beautiful boy." The little boy blushed again and kissed Ben back. They opened the water-mixer and showered together; their dick got flaccid and when they were drying George said: "I like to touch your hair, Ben. Can I dry it? I like to feel it, it is so silky..." Ben nodded and sat on the stool while the little boy combed and dried his hair. Ben did the same to him, but George had the hair short and he finished quickly. They dressed and went downstairs to the kitchen, taking care not to make much noise as his dad was sleeping. They heard the water running in the downstairs bathroom and giggled in complicity. "It seems your brother and mine are having a great time." George said smiling. "Yes, they are good friends and like to be together and enjoy together." He changed the subject and added: "Since you have combed my hair I'll prepare you the best breakfast you ever had. I like to cook, especially breakfast. I am starving and I suppose you too." The little boy nodded. They had breakfast and George belched satisfied. "You are a good cook, Ben; I'll tell our brothers that they have breakfast ready." He approached the bathroom's door and in a low voice he told them amused: "Apart from the salami in your mouths, if you are still hungry, Ben has prepared breakfast for you both." He laughed and Ben did the same, as he understood the meaning of that little imp's words. End of part Three.- TO BE CONTINUED.