Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 15:54:57 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 1

Dear reader,

This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts
sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no adults are
involved; except themselves when they grow up.

English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiecent with
the syntax. Any comment sent to "al.peres@hotmail.com" will be welcomed and
answered.

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			JIM AND FRANCIS
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			      By Al Peres

			         PART 1
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Chapter 1.
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Jim was sat near the window in their private Wagon-Lit cabin, as the train
was crossing the country; northbound to Paris via Madrid. He was 13 y/o and
going to start as a full boarder student in one of the best school in
Europe, placed in Orleans (France). His father, an old honest poor primary
school teacher, had educated and prepared him very well, however, he could
not afford that school. Mr Hermann, one of the richest men in his town, had
sponsored him when he knew he wanted to be a great chef. He would stay for
three years in Orleans and then, after graduation, would change into
another school, specifically for Great Chefs; like a University on
Foods. He could have gone to the University in his capital city and become
an Electric Civil Engineer but he adored cooking.

Landscapes of all kinds passed before him and he did not seem to see
them. After four hours, still, his eyes blurred thinking about his family,
especially his beautiful near 11 y/o younger brother; Frankie. He suddenly
smiled recalling that night, almost three years ago, when he found the
little boy rubbing his weenie against the sheets and the pleasure he
experienced.  John, his best friend, had advised him to ask Jim about that
nice feeling. Looking thru the train window but watching anything, Jim
reeled his thoughts back as if someone was telling him the story.

Both brothers shared the same room. That night, as soon as Frankie was
under the covers, he started fucking his hand placed under his crotch, as
his best friend had told him to do. He had asked nothing to his older
brother. He was so engrossed rubbing his dick that he did not notice Jimmy
was watching him. When Jimmy realised his little brother was over his first
dry orgasm, he grinned and Frankie, still breathing hard, stared astonished
at his brother.

       "Did you enjoy, little bro, fucking your sheets?"

       "How do you know...?"

       "Because I have done it many times; however, I must teach you a
couple of things, my angel. Please, lock the door, I don't want mom peeking
on us and telling me that I am perverting you. By the way, who taught you
that?"

       "John. He said he got his prick pretty sore. He told me to ask you
how to prevent it."

       "As usual, he is a clever one. I'll show you what to do from now on;
you mustn't hesitate to ask me so we can prevent problems."

       "Thanks, big bro." Frankie locked the door and returned to the bed.

       "Now get naked and lie down on your back." As Frankie did, Jim also
got nude; he looked at his little brother and watched him, he thought for
himself: "What a beautiful boy my little angel is!" His cock started to get
hard. "I'm very fond of girls, but no one is near as beautiful as my little
angel is." He lay on the bed near his brother watching him. "Frankie you
should take notes how I do it to you, so you can tell John."

       "Yes, Jim, sure I'll do it, he eagerly wants it."

       "Ok, I hope you enjoy it." Frankie's weenie was at full length now
waiting for his brother actions. Jim thought: "I would like to put it into
my mouth and give him great pleasure, yet it is much better to step by
step, so he and I enjoy." With his right thumb and two fingers, he dragged
the shaft's foreskin back discovering that little pink mushroom pulsating
with excitement. Frankie trembled when his brother touched him, and then
Jim bent himself and spate on top of the little prick, he proceeded to
smear the saliva all over the head and shaft, Frankie started to moan with
pleasure.

       "Oh, Jim that feels so, so good..."

       "Wait until I finish." Then he put his left hand under Frankie's
balls sack and started slowly jerking him off. Whenever his fingers touched
the balls sack on his way down Frankie moaned and arched his hips a little
bit. Jim continued jerking off the little pole, now increasing the pace on
every moment; he felt how Frankie's cock grew hard and red as the blood
went up to fill it. When Jim observed his brother was approaching his
climax, he increased the pace. He felt Frankie ball's sack tighter; then he
started to masturbate himself. Frankie was now moaning in pleasure, moving
his lovely head from one side to other on the pillow breathing heavily, his
mouth dry; he was sweating with the excitement.

       "Jim, please, ple...se." Frankie extended his hands in an attempt to
stop his brother; he could not resist it. In a moment, he felt that strong
feeling coming from his groins up to the tip of his little dick. He arched
his hips, stopped breathing, and placed his hands on top of his brother's
fingers.

       "Ahg! Oh!" He moaned loudly. Then he dropped his child body on the
bed again panting. Jim kissed his brother's abdomen, then his chest and his
sweaty forehead. At this stage, Frankie was almost recovered. His elder
brother looked tenderly into those beautiful black eyes:

       "Did you like it, Frankie?" For an answer, the boy dragged his
brother to his chest, hugged, and kissed him on the face.

       "Jim, it has been fantastic! I never thought it would be as great."
He stared at his weenie that still was erect pulsating with his
heartbeats. "Jim, can you do it again?" He grinned to his brother.

       "Yes, I can but look at mine, it is also waiting; I need a release."
Frankie rose as he was sat near his brother.

       "Jim, please, let me do it to you, and then you can do it to me
again." As he saw the doubt on his brother's eyes, insisted: "Please Jim, I
want you to get that lovely feeling."

       "Ok." Jim exchanged positions with his brother and lay on his
back. As he was ready to spit on his brother's dickhead, he observed that
his dickhead was now covered with something like saliva. He looked a little
bit puzzled and stared at his big brother for an answer: "That's precum,
Frankie, so you don't need to put your saliva on it.

       "What's precum, Jim?"

       "It is a slippery substance expelled thru the tip of my cock to lube
it, so it cannot get sore. Around twelve you'll start getting it when you
are excited like I'm now; meantime you should always spit on your dick
before jerking it off, otherwise, it might get sore. Now straddle me, sit
on my chest facing my dick." Frankie did as ordered watching his brother's
larger penis if compared with his. Jim spate on his right hand, and then
smeared his saliva on top and around Frankie's little dick. He could not
see him because he has his brother's back, but he was well aware of how it
was. Frankie started stroking his brother's cock up and down slowly with
his thumb and two fingers but Jim instructed him:

       "Frankie, wrap my penis with your hands, look at my hand on your
cock." Jim gripped Frankie's dick, however, the little pole disappeared in
his larger hand. "Yours is still too small for my hand." Frankie was
already enjoying his brother's strokes and with a pitchy voice he said:

       "Yes, I understand but please, don't stop. It is feeling lovely."
Frankie did as instructed.  Jim was very excited after watching his brother
getting his climaxes; his cock was very hard and Frankie felt the
smoothness and warmth of his brother's organ. He continued stroking the
large boyhood, as Jim started moaning and gasping.

       "Frankie... please, faster, faster!" he exclaimed. His little
brother increased the pace gripping it very tight, mixing the abundant
precum now oozing from Jim's pee slit. Soon Frankie felt the increase of
his brother strokes at unison with himself. Again that new sensation
appeared in his balls and started going thru up to his penis' head. Both of
them were now loudly moaning and breathing as their climaxes
approached. Jim was rubbing his little brother's smooth back and hair; he
could not control his noise. Frankie could not resist; his head tilted
back, his forehead covered with sweat. In a moment, both brothers stopped
breathing as Jim arched his hips lifting his little brother. Frankie placed
his left hand on top of his brother's fingers to push them down as much as
possible, he thought he would faint when the point of no return arrived and
their orgasms hit them. Frankie lay down on his back on top of his
brother's chest, both breathing hard and gasping for air trying to recover
their strengths; now their cocks getting limp. Frankie turned over, looked
into his brother's eyes and hugged him very tightly.

       "Jim, that was wonderful, even better than before." Jim hugged and
kissed tenderly his little brother all over his face and neck. They stopped
their petting during some minutes, both brothers gripped very tight. After
some time, Frankie slipped to his side facing his big brother.  "Jim, I
love you very much, you are the best brother in the world." Jim smiled and
again started petting his little angel.

       "I love you, too, Frankie, this only can be done with someone to
whom you love, otherwise, you may have a nice feeling but never the
afterglow that we have now, that's the difference."

       "Jim, will you always love me? Will you teach me more things? Some
boys say that if you touch your weenie too much you might get blind." Jim
grinned.

       "I'll adore you forever, and of course, I'll teach you a lot of more
things in order you enjoy them but step by step. This is our secret that
only can be shared with someone you like a lot." He grinned for a
moment. "About getting blind, that's stupid and not true, otherwise my
friends and I would be blind for a long time ago." Both laughed.

       "Can I tell John all about this?"

       "Yes, you can, I know how much you like each other; also I like him
and his family."

His father's voice and some train sounds interrupted the chain of his
thoughts. He wiped his tears and instinctively curled in the seat to hide
his hardness.

	"Sorry dad, I was engaged in my thoughts and..." He felt his old
dad's strong arms around his shoulders.

	"We have left Madrid and it is getting dark. Please get ready for
dinner." Father and son dined in silence, the food was good, he knew it
very well but he was not hungry. They returned to their cabin and got ready
for bed, extending the bunks and sheets. He went on the top one and his
father took the lower one. Put off all lights except the small one on the
bed headboard.  Frank, his father, had a historical novel and started
reading it. He knew they would be woken up when crossing the border just a
few hours later. Jim could not get asleep even the rocking sound produced
by the iron wheels on the rail tracks.

To his mind came his parents' lives. His father had been a real hunk, a Don
Juan who had fucked many women until he fell in love with his mother: "his
doll" as he called her. This happened when his father was over 50 y/o; his
mom more than 20 years younger was very weak due to heart sickness; doctors
advised her not to get married unless she had someone who could take care
of her. "Who would bear that burden?" However, the still handsome man fell
in love and married her, after she had advised him of her disease. She
wanted to pay back that man's tenderness and love by getting pregnant, she
knew she was risking her life, however, God, Mother Nature, or whoever
decided, three years later gifted them with a lovely strong and healthy
boy: she named him James, like her father. Three years later came his
second son, Frankie. The beauty of the family, as Jim called him.

They grew in poverty and starving times because of the terrible Spanish
Civil War. Fortunately, Michel, his father's best old friend, had a large
farm and helped the family. Michel had only girls and a boy, his only one,
who was born on the same day than Frankie was. Jim smiled remembering the
closeness of the two boys, they were little lovers.

Jim had thought many times he would have liked a younger father who would
have played with him and his little brother, but he could not have
everything. His parents were the best in the entire world for them. Jim
smiled when he recalled the first time he knew he had an elder brother,
currently over 40 y/o. His best friend's grandmother had explained to him,
suggesting he had to keep secret for the sake of the family; he was 10 y/o
at those moments when he learnt about his existence. His father had fucked
a girl and when she knew was pregnant married to another man. She knew
Frank, the father, did not love her. In the intimacy of their bedroom, he
had referred the story to Frankie, his younger brother:

	"I was determined to meet our elder brother, so when I was ten,
liked to play near the rail station. It was near sunset in a hot evening
and I was playing alone trying to hit a pigeon with my hand-made rubber
catapult; two 12 y/o old boys wanted it, so I attacked one of them trying
to escape. The other boy hit me on the shoulder and I fell on the dusted
ground, as he was to hit me again, I watched how two strong arms lifted
them out of me saying:

       "You should be ashamed of attacking a ten-year-old little boy. Go
away; otherwise, you might feel my hand on your butts!" The boys
immediately ran away, and then he extended his hand and lifted me. "Are you
alright, Jim?" He stared into my eyes and I recognized dad's eyes in him. I
don't know but I felt comforted with that familiar stare.

       "I'm alright, thanks, big brother." He looked at me tenderly; he
seemed not surprised and pushed me against his side. Then he gave me his
handkerchief to clean my face as he ruffled my hair.

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

       "Not braver than you when you were my age." He knew then that I had
found out something about him. He pushed me again to his side. He took my
hand and we entered into the rail station's canteen; it felt great, I
glared at him smiling. He then said to the barman:

       "Please Carlos, give me two orange refreshments." How did he know
what I liked most?  I thought. Carlos, a friend of him, watched us in
complicity. We sat in a corner close to a window facing the rail tracks. I
was near the wall and he very close to me, our hips touching. He poured the
refreshment into two glasses and gave one to me. He smiled as he gave a
sip. "Does dad know that you know what...? I grinned with the difficult
sentence and gladly sighed as he admitted we were brothers without making
any fuss. I put my right arm around his back waist and he placed his left
on my shoulders.

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

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

       "I hate this way of life. When I grow up, I'll fly away to someplace
where I have the freedom to express to my brother what..." I stopped. I
think he guessed what I was trying to say because he pushed me against him
again.

       "Jim, I love you and our brother. You surely will grow and perhaps
to have the opportunity of freely expressing your wonderful
feelings. Believe me, it is very hard for me to see you and Frankie playing
in the street and could not raise you to my arms hug and kiss you both as I
do to my children. You are my true family."

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

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

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

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

Chapter 2
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Jim heard some knocks on the train's cabin, his father opened and two
police officers entered: one French and his Spanish colleague. After a few
quick questions, regarding if he had anything to declare they left saying
goodnights. They were crossing the border. It was very late and Jim drifted
to sleep. The next day would arrive in Paris. He started dreaming.

Frankie jumped on Jim's bed that received him with open arms. They hugged
and Frankie kissed his brother tenderly on the lips.

       "I like you, Jim, sure that I'll miss you."

       "I like you too, little bro. My heart will always be with you."
Frankie looked at his dear brother's eyes and then he scooted down and
started licking and sucking Jim's nipples. Jim moaned in pleasure but he
did not understand his little brother's reaction.

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

       "Frankie, I cannot do it, besides I could hurt you. On the other
hand, you prefer to fuck that being fucked, except with your friend John."

       "Now it'll be different. John and I do it each other and I think I'm
prepared. I want to please you and have a good time together. We'll not be
able to be alone as tonight before you go, so we have only this chance."
Jim again kissed tenderly his beautiful little brother.

       "No, Frankie; I can't do it to you. You are my little angel; please
forget this. I'll never make a thing like this to you. However, we can do
what we have done many times, you have already grown up and I love watching
your face's expression when the feeling hits you." The younger boy grinned.

       "I don't mind, it is your opportunity and I enjoy watching you when
the nice feeling arrives at you, too."

       All of a sudden the images and place changed, as in most of the
times happen in dreams. Now in front of him was John, Frankie's best
friend. He was grinning and started to caress Jim's chest; licking and
sucking his earlobes, nipples, bellybutton and finally passionately his
lips. Their tongues met, and their saliva mixed. Their dicks were hard as
rocks, then John scooted down to his friend's brother crotch; he continued
down and felt how Jim's dick rubbed underneath of him. He straddled him
over his thighs and started licking and sucking his large cock. "Please,
don't stop John." In one minute, the teenager stopped breathing, arched his
hips as he felt his little friend's hands gripping his balls; and then he
placed his hands on his young friend's head and moaned as he reached the
peak..."

       "Jim! Jim! Are you alright?" He felt his father's hand shaking
him. Still breathing with the interruption of his dream, he blushed and
answered:

	"Yes, dad. Sorry, it was only a dream." He returned to his bunk and
Jim found himself gripping his penis. Fortunately, he was naked and his
spunk spread on his belly. He took a small towel from a paper bag hanging
on the wall and cleaned himself. "It had been so real!  Why have I dreamt
this? I would never do anything to my angel's friend; even if he asked me."
He thought with shame. It was dawn and the train was crossing at great
speed the French green countryside. He recalled the last night at home and
the farewell on the farm.

Jim could not stand when he hugged his brother Tomas, he had been very
attached to him during the past three years and was too emotional at those
moments, nevertheless, that finished and they left them with their hearts
broken. When he hugged John, his little brother's best friend and lover, he
murmured on his ears.

       "John, please look after Frankie, he is a good boy and loves you."
Tears dribbled along John's cheeks. He could not resist the emotion and ran
to his room to sob quietly. That evening was the last before his
departure. He did not need to prepare any heavy luggage, only a few clothes
since the school had already prepared all he might need during his stay in
France; only his father prepared his suitcase for his journey to
Orleans. That night they went early to bed.  Both brothers got naked as
usual and went under the covers, face to face. Both were sobbing, they
hugged and kissed tenderly on the lips. Then Frankie said:

       "Jim, would you like to make some sex? I am ready and want to please
you as much as possible. I want you to carry all my best in your heart."
Jim tears dribbled down to his mouth, as he was looking at his brother.

       "No Frankie. Tonight I want only to watch your beautiful face. I
want to grab in my mind up to the most little point of you, my brother."
They hugged again. Frankie cuddled himself in his brother's chest, his bum
tight to his brother now flaccid dick. They were very close. Jim kissed
Frankie's neck and said goodnights. He put the lights off and drifted to
sleep. He felt for a long time his brother's wetness of tears, as he also
got asleep. At dawn, he heard Jim gasps and his throbbing dick fucking his
thighs; Jim was dreaming. He put his legs very tight to give his brother as
much pleasure as possible. Jim continued shoving his cock, Frankie felt his
brother's cockhead against his ball sack, it made him hard. Frankie grabbed
his cock and started stroking it at the same pace than his brother was
fucking his legs. Soon their breaths stopped as Frankie reached his climax
and he felt the warm wetness of his brother semen between his legs. Jim
even got him closer than before. Frankie did not move, still wondering if
Jim was asleep or not.  He did not want to get up and disturb his brother;
with his hand, he extended all Jim's semen along his legs, so no a single
drop fell on the sheets. They got up early, all were sad and in silence, no
one wanting to disturb the others, then their mom said:

       "Well boys, this is not a funeral and Jim doesn't go to the war."
She was trying to look stronger than she really was, she had not ever been
separated from any of her children and her heart was suffering that moment
as never before. Frankie also wanted to look stronger, but he knew that at
the moment to hug his brother he would collapse. "At least, if I had John
with me it would have been different", he thought. They put the luggage in
the little car and left for the rail station. They checked in, and near the
boarding wagon, Jim and his mom hugged tenderly, both trying to remain
strong. The problem arrived when both brothers hugged; Frankie as a little
boy could not resist his tears as his body shook with uncontrollable
spasms.

       "Please Frankie, I, I, I love you." Frankie said nothing; he kissed
his brother and ran outside the platforms area, near the canteen. He did
not want anybody to watch him crying, so he sat down on a marble bench in a
corner of the rail station's garden. Fifteen minutes later, he felt an arm
on his shoulders.

       "Let's go home, son." His mom said.

Father and son had breakfast and lunch with not much appetite and words. Te
train would be at the Austerliz's station within a couple of
hours. Finally, they arrived. After clearing customs, they saw a man
wearing uniform in the waiting public terminal with a sheet on his hands
with their surname on it. They presented to him:

       "Glad to meet you, Mr Martinez." They shook hands and he transported
them to the school in Orleans, arriving around 5:00 pm. It was a large
school with separated buildings; the car stopped in front of the main iron
gate where a well-dressed man received them. He was surprised not watching
many boys. "Where are they?" Jim thought.

       "Good afternoon, Mr Martinez. Let me introduce myself, I'm René
Callous, sub-director of this school. The director apologies for not
receiving you, he had a compromise this afternoon." He shook hands with
them.

       "Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr Callous; we don't deserve
so much attention." The driver took Jim's suitcase; however, Jim thanked
him and took himself his little luggage. They entered the large building,
going thru a marble wide staircase to the first floor, then thru the left
corridor. They stopped on the door number 10. Mr Callous knocked on the
door and entered. It was a very large room with two king-size single
beds. Two large wardrobes; nightstands, and two tables with little study
lamps on them. Two leather armchairs, and a large sofa. At the bottom,
there was a large window facing the gardens, and on the left wall, a small
white door to enter a tiny bathroom with a shower. However, what called
Jim's attention was a lovely blond boy that stood up as they entered the
room; the boy looked sad, or at least, he was serious. His hair was blond
but not as his brother Tomas' children, especially little Francis and his
elder sister, Nuria. Their hair was summer straw golden colour, while this
boy was almost as silver; cut to his temples, and soft like silk. That,
together with his rounded face, gave him the appearance of a younger child.

       "Let me introduce you to Mr Françoise Lambert, this is James
Martinez, your roommate and his father Mr Frank Martinez." They extended
their hands and shook them. Jim felt the warmness of the boy's hand on his;
he stared at him, the boy bent a little his head avoiding Jim's direct
gaze; he could observe how the beautiful boy blushed with shyness. He was
as tall as he was; however, his features looked like a boy of 11 or 12
y/o. After showing the room, Mr Callous said:

       "Mr Martinez, I'll come back in half an hour to show you the
school. After that, around 8:00 pm, we expect you to join us for dinner."
Then addressing to Françoise he added: "Please Mr Lambert, will you also
join us? Françoise blushed again, after a little doubt.

       "Yes, sir. Thanks for your invitation." Mr Callous grinned and
left. He then still red, said:

       "James, I'll show you the room. The first bed is mine, 10a, and this
one near the window is yours, 10b." He opened Jim's wardrobe: "This is your
wardrobe; someone brought all your clothes a few days ago." Jim looked at
his father astonished as he checked the content. Two drawers were full of
underwear, boots, shoes, shirts of many kinds, etc. even a fur hat.

       "Thank you, Françoise for your help." He pronounced his name in
his strong French, however, Françoise said nothing. Frank and Jim talked
a little bit in French, arranging everything. They washed and a couple of
minutes later Mr Callous arrived.

       "Are you ready?"

       "Yes, we are", Frank replied. They walked thru the buildings;
visiting the gym, dorms, library, sports fields, etc.

       "Mr Martinez, we are very proud of our school and our town. In the
past, Orleans was the second city in France, now we are recovering from the
bombings during World War Two. As you can see, there are not many students
today; mostly are five days boarders since we are not very far from
Paris. Only fifty are seven day's." They talked about the town history,
Jean d'Arc, the beauty of the cathedral, etc. Dinnertime arrived and they
entered the dining room. All fifty boys, from 11 to 16 y/o were sat at
their respective tables. A large table had been prepared on a corner. Three
persons were already sat down when they arrived: the Director, his
assistant and the Organization Mgr. Mr Callous introduced the group to
them. When they sat down, some middle-aged women started serving the
meal. The director, Mr Martin, explained to Frank the organization and
asked about Mr Hermann and his project. When dinner was near over, Mr
Martin asked Jim:

       "Well, James, what do you think about our kitchen?" Jim blushed, he
was only an apprentice and was honoured by the headmaster, however, he
gazed at his dad; Frank, with a sight, encouraged him to answer. Jim in his
strong French said:

       "Sir, everybody knows about the excellence of French cooking."

       "I know, but you are going to become into something like an engineer
on food, and in a better cook; I know you are very keen on it." Jim had
given a political answer, but the director was now asking his opinion.

       "Sir, in my poor opinion, I don't think you would find a better
turtle soup in a restaurant. I have cooked it before, even with live
animals, and I must honestly say that this is double better."  The director
smiled about Jim's compliment, he then continued. "The roast beef, despite
the excellent quality of the product, five minutes less into the oven would
have been my ideal; however, I'm only an apprentice, Sir." The Director
smiled and he motioned the lady serving the table to approach. He spoke to
her, and a few minutes later, the cook arrived. The Principal introduced
his guests and he sat on the table.

       "Marcel, James has appreciated your excellent cooking, however, he
has detected what you have said me many times, the meat is too done; five
minutes less was the ideal." The man glanced at Jim and he blushed in front
of a high professional.

       "James, my kitchen is open to you in case you want to help us any
time."

       "It'll be a great honour, Sir, but I have to postpone it until my
French is a little better." All smiled.

       "It is better than my Spanish." The cook said as all grinned in the
distended table. The director, addressing to Frank asked:

       "Which are your plans, Mr Martinez?"

       "Well, I should fly back tomorrow; I have many things to do that
cannot wait. On the other hand, I'm considering postponing my departure for
one day and paying a tourist visit to this historic town."

       "I applaud your decision. I would suggest you spend the day in our
small town. Mr Lambert knows it better than anybody else; he's very fond of
art and an excellent guide."  Françoise blushed deeply at the director's
words and compliment."

       "Sir, it'll be a great pleasure to serve Mr Martinez as a tourist
guide." The director now addressed to Mr Callous:

       "Please René; arrange everything for these two lads for
tomorrow's absence." Frank thanked all present for their kindness. The boys
returned to their room and Frank was transported to his hotel; an old
building recently restored. Once the two boys were into their room, Jim
said:

       "I must get a shower, the journey had been long and I feel dirty."
Françoise did not face him directly due to his shyness.

       "Well, in fact, I shower every night before going to bed. It relaxes
me."

       "In that case, please Françoise; you shower first, because I have
to arrange my clothes and to know where everything is."

       "I didn't mean that James", Françoise said embarrassed."

       "I know that, but please, shower you first." Françoise
reluctantly accepted. He prepared his clothes and after some minutes he
returned wearing his pyjama. Jim then took off all his dirty clothes and
naked entered into the tiny shower. His roommate opened his mouth and
blushed when he saw Jim nude for a moment. Jim showered without caring much
about Françoise, he returned to his bed wrapped in the large towel. He
observed the boy and could notice his embarrassment.

       "Sorry, Françoise, perhaps you feel embarrassed with my nudity,
but it is normal at home and..."

       "Oh no, James. Don't worry; I, I, don't mind." Jim sent him his best
smile; he knew this boy liked to see him naked; however, he was too shy to
demonstrate. Jim did not wear any underwear when sleeping; he put on his
blue pyjama. He was tired, nevertheless, he wanted to practice his French
and talk with the sad boy.

       "I must thank you Françoise for you offering to accompany us to
visit the town."

       "It'll be a pleasure; moreover, it allows me the opportunity to stay
outside the school.  Saturdays are very bored unless you are enrolled in a
sports team, so I normally take the chance to read or walk in the school
park." Jim wanted to make more questions t him; for example, why he was so
sad, and why he was alone, but he thought he would have enough time to get
this beautiful boy being happy. Jim sat down on his bed facing Françoise
that had put off his little lamp and was in bed on his left side. He
observed the beauty of his blond hair, almost white; his thick red lips, in
summary, except for his sadness, he was a very cute boy.  When he thought
the boy was asleep, he removed his towel and naked as he was, walked to the
bathroom to hang it. He returned and sat down for the moment, leaving on a
little red lamp between the two beds. Nevertheless, Françoise was far
from being sleep, with his eyes near closed, he had been spying his
roommate movements. When Jim took off his towel he silently sighed. He
watched Jim's tan that did not show on the part covered by the swimming
suit.

       "He is as white as I am. Oh my god, what a lovely body he has." He
thought. "His cock's thicker than mine, but very much the same in length. I
would like to caress that lovely skin, it must be so smooth and those
rounded buttocks as little child globes..." He noticed his dick was hard,
very hard. Jim was rock asleep, he did not dare even to move, but he could
not resist the temptation to watch his new roommate closely, now that he
was sleeping. "If I weren't so shy...  Oh! My god." Françoise was
rubbing his dick; he could not help, but to jack it off. He put on his
little lamp, Jim did not move; he was in those first stages of hard
sleeping. He approached him and watched the large eyelashes and his black
waving hair. With caution, he touched it with one hand while he was
stroking his dick with the other. He felt his climax approaching; he took
off all his clothes and tossed then on his bed, then entered the little
bathroom, leaving the door ajar watching Jim's head. He needed only a few
strokes, as he had to cover his mouth to prevent any noise that could wake
Jim up; he moaned. He alleviated himself, but his young body and his
excitement requested more. He again dared to approach Jim's bed,
contemplating his handsome roommate: "How I would like to kiss his lips and
caress that black hair!" He thought.  He continued masturbating his cock
that now was very hard and covered with precum. He only could hear his
heartbeats and the noise made by his hand. He was gasping and feared Jim
could wake up, only thinking that he got red. He increased his pace and a
couple of minutes later he received that tremendous orgasm. He had to put
his left hand on the washbasin to stand and not falling on the floor; his
knees buckled and he had to sit on the floor breathing heavily.

He remained for several minutes squat until he recovered. Then cleaned the
spilt of his small load of semen and showered quickly; however, when he got
to his bed, took off his pyjamas and underwear and went under covers stark
naked. It felt so nice to feel his body free inside the sheets! "Why I
haven't done this before?" Françoise asked himself. Then he thought:
"I'll do my best to keep him as my friend." Before he could realize he got
asleep, and for the first time, since months, with a lovely smile on his
face.

Chapter 3
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Soon he started dreaming, he was in his homeland, Normandy; James with him
and in the centre was his little stepbrother Charlie. The three of them
naked, running thru his hilly grass- covered country. Charlie was in the
middle, giving his right hand to him and his left to James.  The little boy
laughed with that angel voice he has. They stopped on a smooth hill facing
the sea, he kissed tenderly Jim and he kissed back him, then Charlie
argued:

       "What's about me?" Both kneeled and kissed the little boy on his
face, his neck and on his lips. "This is awesome, I love you both." He said
in his lovely American ascent.

Jim also was dreaming; he was with Françoise on John's farm, in that
hill covered with thousands of daisies. Frankie and John were petting as
they love each other, their dicks hard and rubbing against their
crotches. He was hard, very hard, and Françoise too. He then said:

       "Let's imitate them" He started caressing him and he noticed how his
hand took his cock and put it into his mouth. He was stroking that lovely
silky blond hair as his orgasm was approaching. He was gasping, suddenly
all figures dashed away and a couple of seconds before he started spurting
his load. He realized it was a dream but had no time to stop it. He felt
the warmth of his white stuff between them.

       He looked at the other bed and watched Françoise with a happy
smile on his beautiful face; in those moments, he would have liked to kiss
him and continue the whole night cuddled in his bed and making love. He
still was hard, he got up and looking at that angel's face he jacked off in
front of him until his climax was very near; then went into the bathroom
and finished his hand job. He returned to his bed gazing his new
friend. Relaxed, he drifted to sleep.

       "Come on James, the lights are on since a long time, we must get up"
Jim rubbed his eyes and yawned.

       "What time is it? Françoise looked at his wristwatch.

       "It is 9:30, and we promised your dad to be there around 11:00. We
must have breakfast first." Jim sat on the bed naked as he was, he did not
realize that fact, however, Françoise turned himself as he blushed
because he remained some seconds looking at Jim's lovely body.

       "Is it still open the dining room?" He shouted from the bathroom"

       "No, it isn't. We'll have it outside in the town."

       "Sorry Françoise, I was very tired and I had some strange
dreams." Françoise blushed as he remembered his dreams.

       "Me too, James; but I'm more accustomed to the school time table,
you'll adjust after a few days." Jim came out and saw his roommate already
dressed and waiting. He took the same type of clothes and a few minutes
later, they were running to the main gate. They greeted René, as the
janitor put down the time the boys had left the school.

       "Have a nice day, boys."

       "Thanks, René, the same to you." Jim could observe that
Françoise's face was different; he was beaming in delight and did not
stop talking. "Why this boy changes as soon as he leaves school? Does he
feel it as a prison? Why?" The boy got him out of his thoughts. "James, I,
I would like to ask you a great favour." Jim was surprised.

       "What is it, Françoise?" The boy blushed again.

       "Please, will you promise not to offend yourself?" Jim got serious
and astonished with the boy's words. He had just known him only a few
hours.

       "Why shall I feel offended?"

       "Well, I, I don't know how to say; but only I want you and your dad
to be my guests today. In Normandy, my home country, when a person is a
host, he pays everything and I, I, want to pay everything today. I know
that you, Spaniards, are very proud and you might not accept a boy's
invitation." Jim got silence and staring into Françoise intense blue
eyes, he placed his hands on the boy's shoulders, he noticed how
Françoise trembled at his touch, nodding his head.

       "Françoise, I would never be offended by any action from
you. Unless I am wrong, you are not that kind of a person. I'll try to
convince my dad; I would do the same if I were with you in Spain."

       "Thank you, James." He raised his head and looked to his new
roommate. "This is the first time that I am a host, and I have not much
experience."

       "I don't have much experience as being a guest, either." They
grinned and resumed their chat. They entered a café, not far from the
hotel and asked for breakfast.

       "What do you want to have, James?"

       "White coffee and toasts; however, instead of butter and marmalade,
I'll put olive oil and honey" Françoise was taken aback.

       "You have demonstrated to be a good cook; I guess it is one of your
experiments."

       "Yes. You'll try just one of my toasts, if you don't like it I'll
eat it myself." Françoise ordered the meal and he was greatly surprised
with the experiment. Toasts made from good bread were essential for the
results. The boys asked for more toasts, enjoying that lovely time
together. When finished went to meet Frank. They paid a long visit to the
gothic cathedral, Town Hall, and many other parts of the town. Around 1:30
pm they walked to the North riverbank to have lunch. It was a nice
restaurant facing the river Loire, from the elevated restaurant's terrace;
they could see the apparent calmed water of the great river, a beautiful
place that surprised Frank and Jim.

       "Congratulations Françoise, this is a very nice place. It reminds
me of our river; however, this is bigger than ours." Françoise smiled
satisfied with the election. They entered and when the boys were sitting
down, saw two other students with their families that waved them. Then the
other boys approached Françoise and Jim stood up.
       "Hi, Françoise, is this your new roommate?"

       "Yes, he is. Let's introduce you." He then addressed to Jim: "James
these are Raphael Lopez and Noel Martin. These are Frank Martinez and his
son James." They greeted, however as Raphael heard the surname he asked in
Spanish, but with a strong French accent.

       "Are you Spaniards, sir?"

       "Yes, we are, it looks like you are a Spanish descendant."

       "You are right sir; my parents came to France when the civil war was
almost over."  Frank found impolite to continue speaking in Spanish since
he assumed two persons that did not understand it.

       "Sorry Raphael, but these persons don't understand Spanish." The boy
blushed and turned into French again.

       "Noel also speaks Spanish. We come from Marseille; there, a lot of
people have both languages."

       "Welcome to our school, James." Both boys said at unison. They shook
hands and returned to their table. They started speaking with their parents
and soon both men came to greet the group, especially to Frank. As they
were introduced, Frank got up and they all went to greet their wives that
had remained sat around the table. The whole group started an animated
conversation regarding the common country. Frank then said:

       "Please, once our lunch is over, I would be very pleased if you
accept to take a cup of coffee with us on the terrace."

       "That would be an excellent idea; I would like to chat about Spain
and the..." He stopped because he wanted to say "bloody"...dictator
commanding that noble nation." Frank guessed Raphael's dad thoughts and
grinned.

       "I'm a republican, too, Raphael; fortunately we are in a free
country and it is a relief to speak with freedom. I wait for you all after
lunch."

       "Alright, we'll be there." They shook hands again and Frank kissed
the women hands, returning to their respective tables. "They seem good
persons, at least they are compatriots and always it is a pleasure to speak
with them and much more if they share your political ideas."

       "Dad, we want to hire a boat and row in the river, I didn't want to
say it to you, but now that you have found someone to stay with..."

       "Alright, boys; however, the boys are your colleagues and you should
at least invite them." Jim looked at Françoise and he nodded.

       "We'll do, dad." They had a pleasant lunch that lasted near two
hours; they were no hurry. Before had finished, Françoise got up as
going to make pee, and he arranged the payment. They got up and went to the
crystal-covered terrace facing the river waters. The other families also
stood and all joined in a comfortable and amicable ring chatting. Then
Françoise said:

       "Raphael, Noel; James and I want to row. Do you want to join us?

       "Thanks, Françoise, I'm sure this will be an interesting
conversation of the elderly regarding the Spanish War, and I don't want to
lose a single word of it." Then he asked his friend: "Noel, would you like
to join them?" The other boy looked at his friend.

       "No, thanks. I'm not very fond of rivers." When James and
Françoise were leaving, Frank advised them:

       "Boys, please be careful," Françoise answered.

       "Don't worry Mr Martinez, we are good swimmers, and I'm a sailor."
They smiled and the boys left. On the docks, they hired a boat for two
hours and said to the man in charge where they had planned to go. They
would go upstream to the little island with the weeping willows.
Françoise expertly jumped into the boat, as James doubted; instinctively
he gave him his hand.  When he realized it blushed as he felt an electrical
current thru his whole body. "Why am I so shy, my god?" He asked
himself. He took both oars and they sat down on the central bank, their
thighs rubbing. Françoise trembled with the touch as he gave
instructions to Jim. "I suppose you have never rowed before."

       "You are right man." He honestly answered.

       "Alright. You follow how I do it, you must introduce the oar in the
water vertically, not too deep, near the surface, but the oar must remain
into the water when you pull it to your chest; then you must rotate it when
it is off. Look at me!" He motioned several times until Jim got the
idea. They started rowing upstream, at the beginning with some difficulty
for Jim, but he soon learnt and the boat smoothly crossed the water. It
took them near an hour to get on the island. It was very small, placed near
the centre of the large river and covered with weeping willows.
Françoise tied up the boat to a tree, and then he lay down on his back
sweating; Jim imitated him.
       "I feel very happy when I come to this island. When I receive my
dad's visit, I always take a boat, some times alone or accompanied by him
and I come here." Jim meditated why this boy felt so unhappy and why today
was so lovely and talkative.

       "Françoise, I also love the quietness of this place, but..." He
stared at his new friend and found him with his sight somewhere on a point
of the river. He looked now strange and beautiful. Why was he so sad? Jim
then asked his new friend: "Françoise, may I call you Francis?" He
turned his head to look directly at Jim with a surprise:

  "Francis? What does it mean?

  "It is the short name for Francisco that we use in Spain, equal to
Françoise."

  "Why? Don't you like my name?"

   	"It is a beautiful one. But Francis is shorter and no one knows it;
besides, you remind me a lot my nephew Francis, he also has blue eyes and
blond hair, as you have, he is not as blond as you are but is a beautiful
little boy; he's almost ten. I love him a lot." Jim sighed.

       "Thank you, James, for your idea, I like it, however, if you don't
mind, I also would like to find you a better name, James is too serious for
a boy like you. How is your name in Spanish?

 "Jaime, equal to Santiago, equal to Jacques in French"

 "What do you think if I call you Jim?"

       "I love that, Francis." Françoise smiled openly. "Yes, I like
that Francis, Francis!" Jim jumped on top of Françoise and started
making ticklish to him everywhere, especially under his armpits. The boy
laughed and laughed; soon he turned Jim down and he took his chance on
ticklish him the same. "Please, Please, Francis stop, stop." He could not
articulate his words as he continued laughing. When they calmed down their
laugh Françoise said:

       "We better keep those names for us and when we are in
private. Please, don't ask me why." Jim thought for a moment that perhaps
he had gone too far, but he saw him happy.  Françoise guessed his friend
thoughts: "Jim, please, it is not what you might think."

       "Well, I like to call you like this because we are friends, and I
like to distinguish my friends."

       "Thank you, Jim, for considering me your friend; but it is only a
few hours that we have known each other." Jim glanced into those beaming
blue eyes, he would have liked to express different words to this sad boy
but he did not want to risk his early friendship.

       "Françoise, sometimes you are living for years with a person and
never get to know him; however, other times, only a few hours are enough,
in this instance, this is the case."  Françoise did not want to continue
because he felt he would say something inconvenient. How to say to Jim that
he felt homosexual and that he liked him? How would he react? He did not
want to lose him now that he felt much better, so he changed the
subject. He stood up and again got his smile.

       "Hey! My name's Francis, besides we need to Christianise each
other." Jim looked puzzled to his new friend."

       "What do you mean with to Christianise? I'm not religious."

       "Never mind. Get naked waist up." Amusingly he dragged Jim from his
hand to near the river's water; he did not realize the physical contact
with his friend, the same happened to Jim that was laughing. Françoise
took some water in his hands. "Please bend your head." Jim did and the boy
dropped the water on his black waving hair: "I'm your godfather, and you
are now Jim for me forever." As he raised his head, Françoise kissed his
forehead." Jim felt something stirring thru his body as he noticed
Françoise's lips on his forehead. Jim followed the joke.

       "Now is your turn." Françoise took off his clothes and Jim felt
an increase of the stirring in his stomach as he watched his naked white
chest near him. He also took the water and dropped on the blond hair. "I'm
your godfather and you are now Francis for me forever."  Françoise had
his hair cut near his eyes; Jim separated it into two locks and kissed him
on the forehead. Francis near fainted when he felt Jim's lip touching
him. He murmured for himself, "I love you my Jim, I love you." Jim broke
the ice starting to ticklish his friend again. They ran around the small
island happily trying to make ticklish each other until they were tired and
fell on the grass.

       "Jim, we must return, otherwise, they will send a patrol boat to
fetch us."

       "What time is it? Françoise took his wristwatch from his pocket."

       "We must go, it is near 6:00, soon it will be dark, fortunately now
we'll be downstream, and in twenty minutes we'll be docking." They jumped
into the boat and each one took an oar.  They were happy and still
joking. Françoise wanted this situation to last forever, he was very
happy for the first time since he resumed school. Then he asked: "Jim, how
happens that you have a nephew of ten?" Jim grinned.

       "And also I have a niece; she is only some months younger than me."
He watched how his friend dropped his mouth in disbelief. Jim then added:
"It is an old and long story, perhaps some time I'll tell you. Just, in
summary, I have an elder half brother to which I dearly love. My dad, later
on, married my mother. She is a beautiful woman but is heartsick since she
was young. My dad, Frankie, my little brother, and I, looked after her; now
I'm worried." Jim got sad.

       "I also have a story on my family, you at least have your mother, I
have none. My dad and Uncle Carl looked after my sister Margarita and me
since we were near babies. It is a little sad story, now it is much
better." When Jim was to answer his friend, he heard the man in charge of
the boats telling them to dock, and go immediately upstairs. His dad was
asking for them. They found Frank and the other families talking
amicably. As Noel saw them, he said:

       "Oh boys, you'll never know how interesting their stories were! I
didn't lose a single word. It was so amazing! These men were truly as brave
as they fought the fascist people."  Then Jim said:

       "I know how they fought, but also how they and we suffered the
consequences. Still, many persons are suffering from that stupid
war. Fortunately, the dictator is very old and we hope his life will get an
end soon."

       "Wars never solve anything, they always punish the poor and the
weaker, as the children", Françoise added."

The boys still talked about the school and many other items meanwhile the
adults continued remembering their young times and about the current French
political situation. It was 7:00 when they decided to break the lovely
evening. They made promises to meet some other time and said goodbye. They
returned to the hotel and Frank invited Françoise and his son to dinner.
When finished went upstairs to Frank's room. Françoise knew that the
difficult moment was approaching, and he decided to leave father and son
alone.

       "Well Mr Martinez, it was a great pleasure to have known you, I hope
this won't be the last time we see each other." He extended his hand out,
but Frank ignoring it hugged the boy and Françoise wrapped his young
arms around the adult. Frank in a whisper said to him.

       "Please Françoise, look after my son! This is the first time we
are separated."

       "I'll do sir, I promise." He felt his tears approaching, so he broke
the hug saying: "Jim, I'll wait for you downstairs in the hall. Have a safe
journey back to Spain, Mr Martinez."

       "Thanks, Françoise." The boy left. Jim could not resist his
emotions and launched himself into his dad's arms, kissing his father
everywhere. He said amongst sobs:

       "Do you think it is worthwhile all this suffering for a career?"

       "Yes, I do. Jim please, you must be brave as always you have
been. Your life is just starting and mine almost ending. These are sad
moments but you must learn that life is not always a sweet way. I love you,
my son." Jim continued sobbing on his dad's chest.

       "I love you, dad. Please tell mom and Frankie that I love them, I'll
write to you every Sunday. Look after mom; she needs your caresses more
than anything else." Jim remained in his dad's arms for a while; however,
he knew his old father was near to breaking. He hugged him tightly and
kissed on the lips, as in a special moment: "Goodbye dad." He hastily
separated from his father and ran to the stairs down to the hall. As
Françoise saw him he stood up and they left the hotel. This was not very
far from the school; the night was chilly and dark.

Chapter 4
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Françoise thought his new friend needed his help, so risking himself, he
extended his right hand and pressed Jim's left one in his. Jim glanced at
him still, his eyes blurred; he pressed Françoise's. In silence, they
walked slowly up to the school, feeling each other their emotions.  When
they were near the main gate, broke apart and entered the school saying
good nights to the night porter. The man put down their names and the time
of arrival.

Jim could not resist the contained emotions in his chest; he wanted and
needed to release his emotions, so, as soon as they were near the building
of their dorm he ran upstairs into his room.  He jumped and laid on his
tummy bitterly crying in silence. Françoise understood his friend's
behaviour and slowly followed him. He would have liked to leave Jim alone,
but it was late in the night and soon lights would be off. He entered their
room and found his loved friend crying; he noticed how his convulsions
stretched his chest. He wanted to console him but did not know what to do.

He thought it was better to leave him to get his emotions out and relax. It
was good he was crying and was night, because nobody, except him, would see
him. In silence, he brushed his teeth and put off the lights. He could not
sleep watching his roommate in those conditions.  When he thought his
friend was a little bit relaxed, approached his bed and touched him on the
shoulder softly.

       "Please Jim, take it easy. I, I, I know your pain and how you feel."
Jim suddenly raised himself and still with a blur on his eyes hugged him.

       "Sorry, Francis. Thanks. I needed to get out of me all the
accumulated tensions of these days." Francis tenderly separated his friend
and looked into those black wells of his eyes.

       "I know it, Jim. I have gone thru that before." Both friends hugged
again.

       "Sorry Francis, I'm not as brave as I thought."

       "You are braver than the majority of the boys of this school; when I
left my home the first time I cried during a week." The exaggeration
produced a miracle and Jim grinned.

       "I think I should brush my teeth." He entered the bathroom;
Françoise heard how Jim washed and returned to his bed. In a few
minutes, they drifted to sleep. It was near dawn when Françoise heard
Jim crying in his nightmare: "Please, mom, please... don't leave me, I
still need you... Frankie, please help me." Françoise got up and went to
Jim's bed, he was sweating and tears rolling down his cheeks to the
pillow. He then bent over his friend and kissed him on the forehead saying:
"I'm here Jim, I would never leave you." Jim in his dream grinned and
stopped sobbing; soon he was asleep with a smile on his face. The following
day was Sunday. They slept until 8:30 when Françoise woke Jim up.

       "Come on Jim! It is 8:30 and dining room close at 9:00." Jim woke
with a yawn stretching out his arms. His friend insisted: "C'mon lazy man
unless you don't want any breakfast; I'm starving." Jim jumped from the bed
naked as he had slept; his penis erected due to the pee in his bladder. He
washed his face and in a couple of minutes, he was getting dressed into the
grey sweater.

       "I'm ready. You see, you don't need to get up so early."
Françoise grinned to his friend as they dashed to the door. As no one
was in the corridors and stairs, Jim took his friend's hand and continued
walking. "Thanks, Francis for everything on yesterday and your
understanding. I was and I'm homesick." Francis felt the heartbeats in his
chest and again blushed, turning his head in order Jim could not see it;
however, Jim was not a silly boy, he noticed his friend's embarrassment and
the heat in his hand.

       "Forget it, Jim. Soon you'll remember it as a nightmare."

       "I had one last night. It was horrible." They had arrived at the
main door and their hands were again free. He did not continue talking
about his dream. Entered the dining room; about forty boys were already sat
down. On Saturdays and Sundays, there were no waitresses to serve. There
was a large table with a buffet with all kind of food usually for
breakfast, so everyone took what he needed. They took their trays and
collected all they wanted to eat, unfortunately, there was no olive
oil. They finished, put their trays on the conveyer and left happily
talking.

       "And now what shall we do, my friend?" Jim asked. Francis grinned;
this was the first time that any boy had called him friend in the
school. Francis stared at his watch:

       "It is close to 10:00. At 10:30 we have the mass." Jim kept silence
and Francis guessed his thoughts. "I know you aren't religious, I too, but
this school is run by priests, so when you are in Rome..." He did not need
to finish his sentence:

       "Do what Romans do?" Jim sighed in despair but he did not
answer. "May I see your watch?" That surprised Francis that did not expect
it from Jim.

       "Sure, here you are", handing it to him. Jim looked at it. It was a
golden Omega, probably made in gold; he returned it to his friend.

       "It is beautiful, there aren't many boys where I live that have one,
only adult men have pocket ones attached by a little chain to his vest,
like my dad." Francis did not say anything. He noticed how his friend was
internally fighting because he was poor. At that moment he hated having
that stupid watch, he would have wanted to destroy it because was an object
causing pain to his friend. He determined not to wear it again. His
thoughts end as they entered their room. "What shall we wear, Francis?" Jim
asked.

       "The mass is something special; therefore we must attend in full
uniform." The boys undressed to their underwear. Since they had short and
long trousers in the wardrobe, Jim asked.

       "Francis, shall we wear long or short trousers?"

       "Well, that's up to you to decide, I prefer long. Now is cold and
besides, we are teenagers; however, they don't interfere on that, as long
as you are well dressed and clean."

       "In that case, I'll wear long ones. I have done it since I
had... you know, since I'm a man. Jim blushed, he had wanted to say "my
first semen", but perhaps that was too strong and he wanted not to
embarrass his friend. They put on a white shirt; with a striped grey/blue
tie; woollen grey pullover; flannel trousers; blue socks and black
shoes. Jim entered the little bathroom and combed his black hair. He looked
at his figure on the mirror and felt satisfied. He returned to his wardrobe
and took his blue jacket with a golden shield on his upper pocket. He put
it on and asked his friend. "How do I look?" Francis stopped wearing his
and looked at his handsome friend, he sighed slowly.

       "You look very, very well, Jim." Jim turned around and watched his
new friend carefully; he was taken aback, "he is an angel" he
thought. Following the joke, Francis asked: "What about me? Jim looked
thoroughly his friend."

       "You are a very handsome boy, Francis." Francis deeply blushed. When
he felt his shyness had gone he jabbed Jim on his ribs:

       "C'mon caballero, we shouldn't get late." They grinned with their
hands entwined until reached the main door. They were happy young
boys. They entered the chapel and greeted Mr Callous that was at the
entrance checking the boys' assistance. They sat on one of the benches and
when the mass was over, Jim got up to leave, however, Francis retained
him. "We must wait until the priest leaves." He said in a whisper. A few
minutes later, the boys started leaving the church. When they were at the
exit, Jim saw the priest and Mr Callous saying goodbye to everybody. It was
their turn and Mr Callous then said to the young priest:

       "Father, this is our new Spanish student, Mr James Martinez. James
this is father Callaghan. The priest extended his hand, probably waiting
the boy would kiss it, as all little boys did.

       "Welcome to this school, James" Jim shook the priest's hand.

       "Thank you, Sir." They left. Francis was grinning. "Why are you
smiling, Francis?"

       "Because the priest expected you to kiss his hand." Near in a
murmur, Jim said:

       "Fuck off! I would never kiss a man to whom I don't love, let alone
a fucking priest." He realised his strong words. "Sorry Francis for the
unpleasant words, but this gets me pissed. The Church they love helped the
dictator in his war in my country, where many women, men, and children
died; firstly in the fighting and bombing, afterwards, from hunger,
meanwhile our scarce foods were sent to Germany to feed fascist troops. I
hate them!" Francis recognized his friend's reasons, but thought back: "He
kissed my head on the river, does it mean he loves me? It would be
marvellous!" They went upstairs and undressed, hanged and neatly folded the
school uniform.

       "Jim today is Sunday, normally we can walk within the school
premises, write letters to the family, listen to music, etc; what would you
like to do?"

       "Can we make any sport?"

       "In general, sports are on Saturday, unless you prefer to do it on
your own."

       "I would love to swim, but it is too cold, even in my country."

       "Too cold? No, it isn't. We can swim in the heated pool."

       "I didn't know the school had a heated swimming pool."

       "It is a very new one with Olympic dimensions." Jim looked excited
given that possibility; he stared at his new friend saying:

       "Please Francis, can we go?"

       "Of course we can. You must have a swimming suit in your
wardrobe. Francis felt a lovely stirring in his crotch only thinking he
would be able to see his friend near-naked for some time. He rummaged in a
drawer and extracted shorts, showing to Jim. He grinned as his friend
showed the garment.

       "Francis, are you going to swim with that on?"

       "Yes. Why not?"

       "That would restrain your speed; you need Speedos to swim
properly. Don't you have any?" Jim showed him his.

       "Oh! I see." Both friends smiled. They wore their trunks and the
sports tracksuit, took a towel and left for the pool. Once inside, after
undressing and a quick shower, both jumped into the crystal water, nobody
was there. Françoise did not know Jim's ability in swimming. "Let's make
two laps to cover one hundred metres." They started swimming. Jim soon
could see Françoise was much slower than he was; however, he adjusted
his speed to him in order not to leave him behind. They thought were alone,
nevertheless, a man was warming up alone in a platform near the pool and
was watching both boys swimming. When finally arrived at the point of
start, he joined them. Francis arrived breathing heavily and sat trying to
recover from the effort but Jim continued swimming like a dolphin,
apparently as he had been walking on land.  The man greeted them.

       "Hi, Françoise. Who is this boy?"

       "Oh! sorry coach, I did not see you. He is a new student from Spain,
my roommate, James Martinez. James this is our swimming coach, Jean
Claude." The young man extended his large hand and shook Jim's that jumped
outside the pool.

       "Glad to meet you, Sir."

       "Please James, call me Jean Claude. I'm not as young as you are but
I'm not too old yet." The boys laughed and Jim felt the man was as honest
as he liked persons to be.

       "Please Jean Claude; call me Jim, as my friends do."

       "Thanks, Jim; who taught you to swim like this?"

       "My dad did. He learnt in the army." The coach watched both boys
carefully; he stepped back and looked at their body shapes. They were aware
of the examination and Jim did not know what to think about the man looking
at them. The coach rubbed his chin and then said:

       "Jim, I have been shocked and I know you could have done two laps
while Françoise could cover one. Am I right?" Jim blushed because he did
not want to humiliate his friend under any circumstance; so he remained in
silence. Now the coach stared at the other boy.  "Françoise, you have
more or less the same shape as Jim has, that means you would swim as he
does if you wanted it. Furthermore, I want you both for the school's
swimming team, the group of your ages, 13-16. Please don't say no, I would
be very disappointed." The boys looked at each other, and then Françoise
said:

       "Jean Claude, it is an honour, but we need much time to study, and
besides I'm not a good swimmer, you could observe it some minutes ago."

       "You are not going to spend more time swimming than in any other
sport. I can talk to the other coaches so they relieve you from any other
exercise. Any time you dedicate to a sport you'll do swimming. Don't care
about how you swim now, I'm the coach and know my job." Jim looked at
Francis; he loved swimming, like his brothers.

       "Please Françoise!" Françoise smiled at his friend.

       "Ok Jean Claude, but you shouldn't make me responsible if I do not
fulfil your expectations."

       "Good!" Jim said, hugging his friend. Françoise was taken aback
since he did not expect that from Jim. He thought for himself: "This must
be a dream."

       "Now Jim, jump into the water and swim very slow, so Françoise
can see you. To both of you: forget now about speed, that'll come later;
now I want you to learn the technique, nothing else." Jim jumped into the
water and started swimming, the coach and Francis followed him walking
along the pool edge. The coach then pointed out: "Look Françoise, Jim
looks more like a fish than a person. His head remains under the water
almost all the time, his arms go forward and back without spilling water."
They forgot the time; enthusiastically Françoise swam and he could see
how he was improving any minute under the coach instructions. "Now boys, it
is time for lunch, I'll join you in your table, if you don't mind, of
course."

       "It'll be a great pleasure Jean Claude", Jim said. They left for the
shower and looked back as the young man jumped into the water and started
swimming. Jim dropped his mouth astonished. "My god, he is a shark!"
Françoise smiled and jabbed his friend on the ribs.

       "He is an Olympic Games silver medal, my friend." They had luncheon
together being all talks around swimming. The boys were so excited that Jim
asked:

       "Jean Claude, can we swim at any time?" The coach grinned:

       "I would suggest you swim any time that you want, but after you have
done the rest of your tasks. I don't want anyone blaming me for your bad
qualifications." They laughed and returned to their room. Jim thought how
Francis had changed his smile; still, he observed a shadow of sadness from
time to time, as if he were trying to forget something. "What does make
this boy sad?" he asked himself. "He is so beautiful! Not only in body but
what is more important, he has a beautiful soul."

He was involved in his thoughts; suddenly the discussions between his
father and Noel and Raphael's parents came into his mind about the politic
situations in Spain and France; then he asked his new friend:

	"Francis I would like to make you a question, nothing important
because it is about politic situations." Francis was not surprised, Jim had
seen how freely they could speak about any subject, they were living in a
democracy and not under a dictatorship like in Spain.

	"Go ahead; I like you are interested in our lives and country." Jim
grinned.

	"Which is the political situation in France? You cannot believe
what the news on TV or radio say in Spain, because all are controlled by
the Government's agents, and mostly are censored."

	"We know that. In this country I would say is something critical
for the current President, as he's going into the re-election. The
elections will take place only within a few months; I believe in February
or Mach next year. However, all the information shows he will be
re-elected, but only with a narrow margin, being supported by all the Right
parties and the Church, which expects new concessions from the Government,
especially in new private schools and universities. This goes against our
old traditions since the Revolution; they wanted public and free
schools. The current President is a good man and had carried out a good
policy, helped by the aid from the USA and those French citizens that
invested their money to restore the scars of the World War Two; however, he
needs a new period to complete the task."

"On the other side stands the Socialist Party, with strongholds in the
South, which expects the support of Communists; nevertheless, this would
imply a serious toll, since communists are manipulated by Moscow's
directors. This coalition would fight any concession to any church, being
in favour of Public institutions rather than private ones. However, they
are in favour of more social services, higher pensions and a strong
recognition to all who fought against the Fascist parties. The country is
practically divided into these two preferences, so they are very careful
about any possible scandal or manoeuvre which eventually could change the
mind of those who do not support any side and are neutrals." Francis paused
and Jim then said:

	"I suppose your family will vote the Right because you live in the
North." Francis grinned.

	"You are wrong. I'm neutral and if I could vote I would wait until
the last moment. I like Socialism as I hate Communism, though the current
President is a good man. The ideal would be he could be re-elected with his
supporters, but that's very difficult to happen." Jim then changed the
subject.

       "Let's leave politic to the politicians. Francis, I would like to
write a letter, where can I have stationary?"

       "You have a lot on the second drawer of your desk, together with
mailing stamps."

       "Sorry, I did not realize about the efficiency of this school"

       "It isn't their efficiency, but our money." Jim grinned. This
reminded him of the high cost that any student must pay to be in this
institution; I must do my best in order not to disappoint Mr Hermann. He
thought.

Chapter 5
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Jim took some paper and an envelope and started his first letter to his
family, giving and transmitting them his first impressions about the school
and how lucky he felt having found a friend like Françoise. His friend
was sat down on his armchair reading some material for the first class the
next day. For a moment, he put his book aside and stared at Jim. He watched
his black waving hair and his wide back; he fantasized hugging Jim from his
back and kissing his cheek tenderly saying "I love you." His dick started
to get hard, though he jerked his head trying to get rid of those
thoughts. Without much words they spent the evening, soon Jim heard his
friend's voice:

       "Jim, it is dinner time." He was absorbed by his thoughts and with
his memory in his family.

       "Sorry Francis, I was engulfed in my writing; I have not yet
finished my letter."

       "You can do it on our return, I'm hungry." They jumped and dashed to
the main door.  The dining room was quiet, only around 30 students were
there eating in complete silence.

       "I'll finish my letter and have a look at the books they have left
on my desk."

       "I'll tell you what we need to study for tomorrow." They got out, it
was chilly; however, Françoise said:

       "I like this chilly air, I think I'm going for a walk, would you
like to join me?"

       "I'm not very fond of chilly air, but I like your accompany."
Françoise sighed and blushed in spite knowing that his friend could not
see him. "Francis, I must thank you again for your help.  I'm very lucky to
have found you." They stopped, and then Francis answered:

       "Jim, I'm sure you would have done the same to me if I were you. I
like being helpful to someone; however, you are special right from the
first moment I saw you. I'm very happy that you consider me your friend,
unfortunately, I have not many and none like you." Jim heard these words;
it was dark and could not see his friend's face, but he was sure was very,
very sad at that moment. He would have liked to ask him why he was so sad
and he would like to get rid of his sadness. "How a beautiful and very rich
boy like this could have problems to become so sad? It was mysterious to
him. "Let's back, you need to end your letter and I'll receive a phone call
around 8:00.

       "How do you know it?"

       "Well, it isn't anything magic, I don't write letters, and maybe I'm
too lazy. My dad and Uncle Carl call me every Sunday night at about 8:00."
He felt silly again and thought: "Why do I have made ostentation of
richness telling him about the phone call? I know he is coming from a poor
family and could not afford to call them." Francis had plenty of money in
his wardrobe; he would have liked to give it to him telling to call his
parents. However, Jim is not a common boy, he is proud, and the problem is
that I like him because he is like that. Then he added: "Sorry Jim,
sometimes I am very stupid." Jim felt a twinge in his heart, he knew
Francis was ashamed, but why? He is not responsible that he was poor, yet
he felt as he was. He stopped walking when they were close to the dorm
building; he then placed his arm on his friend shoulders:

       "Francis, you are my best friend, and I would never think you are
trying to hurt me."  Francis trembled at his friend's touch, besides, he
had called him "his best friend and had guessed his thoughts." He bent his
head and still insisted:

       "I'm sorry Jim. Thank for considering me your best friend, I'll try
to deserve your friendship." They did not add anything. Entered in their
room and each one went to their tasks.  At 8:00, Francis went downstairs to
where the phone boxes were; the operator knew him and a few minutes later
he received his Sunday call. When he returned Jim was already in bed. He
brushed his teeth and got under the covers.

       "Good nights, Jim." The boy turned his head; he felt he had been
unfair to this lovely blond friend pretending he was asleep.

       "Good nights, Francis. Did you talk to your family?"

       "Oh yes, I did."

       "Is it everything alright?"

       "Yes, they are quite well, thanks."

       "Have nice dreams my friend. I'm tired of swimming and excitement."

       "Thanks, the same to you. Let's sleep because tomorrow will be a
hard day." They drifted to sleep.

It was true; all days of the next week were a continuous excitement with
studies, swimming, and joking. Francis seemed happier; he made great
efforts on swimming and now he could observe how easy he progressed in all
fields. The Marseille's boys, Raphael and Noel, had joined them in the
dining room and the swimming team; they were not best friends but the rest
of the students considered them like that. Everyone, even older boys,
feared the boys from Marseille, it was well spread that they had knives in
their pockets and that they will never hesitate to use them in case of a
fight. This was not true, but they did not deny it, "It is good for us if
they believe so", they used to say. However, without any foundation, the
rich boys from Paris always felt superiors to anybody. Four 15 y/o boys
were part of the swimming team. The coach heard some nasty comments
regarding Jim and Françoise, he got upset and called them apart, in
order Jim or Françoise could not hear how he scolded them.

       "Looks boys, you are behaving like silly asses. You are good
swimmers, but I can tell you that those boys are so good that they could
leave you behind in half a pool before you get the end of your lap. Even
the Spaniard, is better than I was at his age; so be careful with your
comments because I need them in my team. I suppose you know what I mean,
don't you?"

       "Yes coach, sorry for that," they answered. They were red of anger
but could do nothing. The coach had clearly said he would dismiss them if
they insisted. What their parents would say about his boys being dismissed
from the swimming team?"

Saturday arrived and they were very tired without time to think about
anything that was not their works. Françoise and Jim had intimated,
jokes and tickling were very common between the two new friends; Francis
had never felt so happy and Jim noticed it.

       "C'mon lazy, it is time for breakfast," Françoise said. Jim
reluctantly woke up yawning; he extended his arms to Francis.

       "Please Francis, help me." Francis took his hands and then Jim
dragged him to the bed, starting to ticklish his friend. Francis laughed
and laughed until he could get away from him.  They washed their faces,
combed their hairs and went to have breakfast. After a long practice in the
swimming pool and lunch, they returned to their room. At the entrance of
the building was a large table where the post-man deposited the mail. Jim
did not expect any mail yet, however, he had a look just in case; to his
surprise, he had a letter.

       "Hey, Francis, there's a letter for me!" He said to his friend. He
was nervous and ran upstairs to open it. They entered their room, Francis
lay on the large sofa looking at his handsome friend; "How I would like to
be that letter!" He thought. Jim opened it, there were several sheets
handwritten for both sides. Eagerly, though slowly, he started reading the
pages as an especial sweet that you did not want ever finish. Francis kept
silence, he knew how important that moment was for Jim. He read once and
again it, he could observe how a couple of tears came down his friend's
cheeks; however, he did as he did not notice. After half an hour Jim said:

       "Francis, there is something for you." He got shocked.

       "Is it for me?"

       "Yes; my dad sends you his best regards and thanks for all your
help, besides, my brother Frankie is telling you something. Do you want to
read it?"

       "Me? Are you joking? That's private."

       "I don't mind Francis, you are my best friend and Frankie wants you
to read it, if you like, of course." Francis did not know what to do. Jim
surprised him every moment and at this moment was handling him his
brother's letter. He could not reject it. He took the single sheet in his
hand, he was trembling of emotion and Jim observed how his friend was
nervous. The beautiful rounded child writing appeared in front of him and
started to read:

"Dear big bro: I have promised myself to write to you every Sunday as dad
does. He does not mind and he never asks to read what I write, so I am free
to say you how much I miss you. I have regretted a lot my behaviour in the
rail station but I could do nothing to stop my tears. I wished I had John
with me and he would have pressed my hand giving me the strength that I
needed, he was not there and you know how I love him. Probably, when you
receive this letter we will be in our new house, it is a nice one, perhaps
we postpone the moving because dad has ordered to build a little bathroom
downstairs. John and I started cleaning upstairs, he comes in his bike
every day to help me, so we take the opportunity to have a good time when
we are cleaning. I do not want to go into details; you know him and me very
well. Please tell Françoise that I would like to be there with John, we
are sure we would get rid of his sadness after five minutes if he is as
beautiful as dad says. Well, Jim, this is getting too long and John is
pressing me to end because he wants to add a few lines, too. I give you the
greatest hug of the world, big bro. Frankie.  "Dear Jim, I do subscribe to
Frankie's words but tell Françoise that we would not need five minutes,
only on if we were together. Little Francis is pissed with us because he
could not go to the rail station to say goodbye. He and the rest of the
family send you a great hug and many, many kisses. We love you. John.

Francis finished reading the letter; he had flushed several times reading
it. What did they mean?  Of course, he could not ask, however, he envied
Jim despite of being poor. He did not know he was very, very rich; he had
something he had missed and looked during his short life: the warmth and
love of friends, he deserved it, he thought. He handed back the letter to
his friend with a blur on his eyes. Jim noticed it but he did nothing.

       "Jim, you are the luckiest boy in the world, I would like to have
friends like your brother and John, I never had close friends as they seem
to be, it must be beautiful to have someone to whom to rely upon, as strong
as they do."

       "You are right, I'm very fortunate, and I must recognize it."

       "How's John?"

       "He's something special, I cannot describe him. Frankie and John
were born on the same day, same clinic, only an hour difference. His dad
and my dad are best friends since they were children. They fucked their
first girl together when they were our age; only when they grew older,
John's dad got married and my dad continued visiting all kind of women. He
was a very handsome man, a real hunk; women were not a handicap for
him. Frankie is more or less as my dad, but prettier. John is not as cute
as Frankie but he has something special, a charm on his face that you must
love him, even if you do not want it. Besides, both are the cleverest boys
I ever met. Dad says they are whiz boys, and they would reach any objective
they proposed if they like it."

       "Frankie says he loves John, are the best friends?"

       "And it is true, Francis. They are more than just best friends, they
love each other, I know they cannot live without being together, they are
always as lovers." Francis kept silence for some moments.

       "I envy them Jim; I never had close friends, some boys came home to
play with me, but later they left, apart from my dad and Uncle Carl, the
closest person has been my sister Margarita, but she is a girl." Francis
was now sad again. Jim noticed it and did not like to go ahead with the
conversation, so he made as to take a book, and both kept silence. The
evening went by; Jim read again his first letter and sighed. That night he
dreamed with his family in the new house and Françoise was with
him. Same happened to Francis, he had a nightmare, someone had told Jim he
was homosexual, he watched upset him in front of all boys in the school
asking him why he was not brave enough to tell him before someone else
could do. He was rejecting him, saying he did not like a homo as a
friend. Suddenly, he woke up sweating; Jim was sleeping peacefully with a
lovely smile on his face. All was a nightmare! Sunday was similar to the
previous one, the school was very quiet; after lunch, they prepared all his
works for the next week.

Dinnertime arrived and on return, Jim took some stationary and started to
answer the letter he had received a few days back. Francis started to read,
but he was watching Jim all the time.  They had not a spare time during the
week with so many responsibilities but now in the quiet room, he enjoyed
looking at the boy to whom he secretly loved intensely.

       "Jim, it is almost the time for my dad's call. I'll see you later."

       "It's alright Francis." Francis went to the Administration building
where the telephone boxes were. The middle-aged woman operator knew him and
she always was very kind to him.  If no one were at sight she used to call
him by his name, otherwise, she would call him as Mr Lambert.

       "Good evening, Mrs Tar."

       "Good evening Françoise, waiting for your call?

       "Yes, dad will call me in a few minutes." The woman nodded and those
moments she picked up the phone, indicating Francis the box number six that
was in front of her. She motioned him that she would stay outside the
building for a cigarette. Françoise started speaking to his dad and
Uncle Carl at the same time, he spoke about the school and all the
activities in what he had been involved since Jim came.

       "Son, I have had lovely news and we are happy with them, of course,
they refer to you."

       "About me?"

       "Yes, about you and your new roommate, James Martinez. Yesterday I
received a call from the director telling us the drastically change
operated on you, you are now a brilliant student despite of having a larger
load of work. It had been commented during the education weekend meeting in
the school teacher board."

       "Probably they are exaggerating. Yes, I have improved on swimming,
more than I never believed, but to be brilliant..."

       "Françoise, little son." Uncle Carl said: "They are not
exaggerating, and you know that; is it, James?" Francis kept silence,
however Uncle Carl knew him better than his father, he could not cheat
him. He had been as a second father and sometimes as a mother for him.

       "Yes, Uncle Carl, he, he, is so wonderful... so nice, beautiful and
honest..."

       "You love him, don't you, son?" Francis did not respond, his eyes
blurred and could not see outside the closed box. His throat was
tight. After a minute, he answered.

       "Yes Uncle Carl, with all my heart, but he doesn't know
anything. That makes me feel miserable and sometimes I cannot get rid of my
sadness. He is all the time joking and trying to make me happy, but I
suppose he ignores that I love him. I'm very scared, terribly scared that
he may find out and rejects me. That would be awful. I'm sure I could not
carry on with it. Please dad, please Uncle Carl, can't you help me? He was
now pleading and sobbing quietly. Uncle Carl then said:

       "Son, please take it easy! If he's as honest as you say, you don't
need to be scared.  However, you have your pride. Eventually, what would be
the worst to happen? He knows you love him and he doesn't love you? If this
is the case, he'll continue being your friend and your pal; however, you
need to be fair and honest to him, don't wait he knows it thru another
person, you must be brave and if necessary, tell him clearly which your
feelings are. That's what I did with your father, and you know we have been
the happiest couple of France." Uncle Carl had been as his mother since she
left abandoning them, caring him, even sometimes with great sacrifices.

       "Uncle Carl, I prefer to continue like I'm now. I can't risk his
kindness, his laugh, his sight... Sorry uncle, I'm not brave enough. I
still blush when I feel he is watching me; how can I say I love him? I
can't."

       "Francis, did you ever thought that perhaps he loves you?"

       "I have dreamed it many times and the dream is so beautiful that
when I wake up I got upset for the whole day because it ended."

       "Françoise, in view you don't want to risk anything, the only
solution is to wait and see, however, you are also risking losing him. You
cannot always be on the safer side. In any case, you have eight months
ahead, and during that time many things can happen and solved by
themselves."

       "I love you, Uncle Carl. I love you, dad. You are the best parents I
could have."

       "I love you, son. Please call us anytime, anywhere, if you need
us. Do you want your dad or me to go and see you both? perhaps we could
help. I don't know."

       "No, thanks. This is my problem and I have to solve it myself, for
good or bad." They continued chatting about many other items not so
important for Francis. He now was more relaxed after speaking with his
dads; however, he wanted to think all about it and to order his
thoughts. He ended the conversation, thanked the lady and went for a walk
thru the trees in the school park.

Chapter 6
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It was not the time for bed, the night was clear but chilly, Francis
wrapped himself on his overcoat and started walking. He did not want to
meet anybody while he was thinking, so he left the paved area and went into
the little forest, slowly thinking about what Uncle Carl had suggested
him. He was so concentrated in his thoughts that he almost topped with two
boys that were kissing and caressing each other. He felt ashamed to have
interfered in their petting.  He stepped back immediately, but he could not
avoid hearing their gasps and as a boy was telling "I love you, Noel, I
love you" and the other's answer "I love you, too, Raphael, please never
leave me." He blushed and felt a twinge in his stomach; however, also felt
how his dick started to grow inside his trousers. He turned around,
however, despite his silence, Raphael could see his blond hair in the
darkness; there was not any other boy in the school with such a near-white
hair. Raphael trembled; nevertheless, he thought they had been very lucky;
Françoise was not a stool pigeon. He did not tell anything to Noel.

Francis returned to the pave and illuminated boulevard and continued his
walk, now even more worried, involved in his thoughts. "There are other
boys in love in the school." He thought. "And probably there are many
others that I don't know. Why I cannot love a boy if he loves me? Am I not
right to love any person of my sex? Why must I love a girl if I don't like
them? Why is this society so hypocrite? My dad and uncle Carl have lived
many years together and they are a happy couple. Indeed, they behave
differently when they are outside their house or when have visitors." He
did not realize he was at the end of the boulevard; in the dim light he saw
a boy sat down on the last bench, he did not recognize him until he was
very close .

       "Jim! What are you doing here? I thought you still were writing to
your family." Jim smiled at his friend as he stood up.

       "I didn't write a book, it was only a letter." They laughed; Jim
touched his friend hand.  "C'mon, let's run home thru the soccer field."
Despite their coats, they ran and soon went up to their room. Francis could
not get rid of his memory the scene of the two boys kissing and caressing
tenderly each other; his cock jerked between his legs. He said good nights
to Jim and drifted to sleep, but he could not. When he observed Jim was
asleep he dragged the covers and started masturbating, he left the bed and
contemplated he adored and loved friend. He thought of him kissing and
caressing each other as he saw Noel and Raphael. As his orgasm approached,
he entered the bathroom, sighed, and moaned loudly as he reached the point
of no return.

Monday started with the noise of the five-day boarders entering the
building. He saw the two Marseilles' boys together entering the class;
Raphael made as he was to tie his shoe and Francis reached him. They were
alone.

       "Françoise, please!" He called him. Francis stopped and spun to
see his pal.

       "Hi Raphael, can I help you?" The boy looked into those lovely blue
eyes for his reassurance.

       "Well..." He doubted, but bluntly said: "You saw us last night,
didn't you?" Francis blushed.

       "Yes, I did. Unfortunately, I did without wanting it."

       "Françoise we... sorry..." Francis stopped him by placing his
finger on his lips as signals of silence.

       "Raphael, don't worry. In fact, I, I, I envy you both." Francis ran
to his classroom and sat next to Jim. He was red just thinking about what
he had said. For the first time, he had discovered his feelings to a
stranger. Meanwhile, Raphael was breathing hard, his heart bumping into his
chest. Françoise had confirmed what he suspected: he had seen them and
he also loved a boy. He never thought this boy would have been so
honest. After all, he was relieved; however, he thought was in debt with
Françoise.

Wednesday arrived; the coach had planned a small competition between the
two groups, one formed by Jim, Francis, Noel, and Raphael. The other one:
formed by three Parisian boys and a boy from the South West of France,
Gascony. The coach then explained to them.

       "This will be a fair competition. I only want to test and know how
far we have gone. The race will be of four hundred meters freestyle,
relieving each other every one hundred. You have ten minutes to arrange
yourselves, and another ten minutes to warm up. I won't interfere." When
they were ready to start, Jim said:

       "The big one is for me." I know we are better than those stupid and
proud Parisians, however, I think we shouldn't humiliate them, after all,
they are part of our team."

       "Alright. The Gascony for me", Raphael said.

       "I'll jump after you, Raphael, I don't mind who is mine," Noel
added.

       "In that case, the order will be, Raphael, Noel, Jim and I. Let's
warm-up," Francis said.  The four boys jumped into the pool. Jim and
Francis started swimming and diving, they enjoyed being in the water and
moved in it as dolphins. They heard the coach:

       "Ready? The Gascony boy and Raphael got on top of their lanes. "They
heard the whistle and both first boys jumped into the pool. They swam in
parallel, however, Raphael reached the first fifty meters slightly before
his opponent, they turned, however, in the middle of the second run,
Raphael felt a strong ache in his left calf; the other boy started gaining
space.  He touched and the first Parisian jumped into the water. Raphael
reached with difficulty and Noel jumped, he was near ten meters behind; he
swam bravely and after the first fifty meters he had reduced drastically
the difference, the rest of Parisians were shouting their friend. Jim saw
the bigger boy ready to jump and he prepared himself. Noel had recovered
the space lost by Raphael, so Jim and the Parisian jumped at the same
time. Jim without forcing himself started gaining space; he swam like a
fish, his head under the water taking it out every four strokes, however,
the Parisian was forcing and after turning the first lap he was breathing
every stroke.  Jim arrived with ten meters of advantage. The last relief
was for Françoise; as Jim, he was more a fish than a boy swimming, he
was increasing the distance, yet, he slowed allowing the other boy to
reduce the gap between them. In the second half, he continued his steady
comfortable swimming. The gap now was thirty meters, yet, before he reached
the end, disappeared under the water, dived and appeared just one meter
before the end. He went out of the swimming pool and hugged his
friends. They observed how the Parisians discussed; the coach did not move,
nevertheless, the bigger boy of the Parisians said to him.

       "Have we finished, Sir?"

       "Yes, that's all for today. Please don't take this as personal; they
are part of our team."  The boys said nothing and left; however, the
Gascony boy approached the group extending his hand.

       "Congratulations boys, you are too good for us."

       "Not for you," Raphael said.

       "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow."

Normally, all five-day boarders left on Friday afternoon, as soon as
classes ended at 5:00 pm; some also left around 7:00 pm, especially those
living in Paris; a bus connexion had been set up to take them directly. The
following Friday, when classes ended, Jim and Francis went to the library
to make some consultations. The library was placed in a separated building
surrounded by the little forest. Francis left because he had something
urgent to do. They used a shortcut thru the forest; this saved them some
time in their way to the dorm building. A few minutes later, Jim left the
library following the same pathway. When he was in the forest he watched
how the three Parisian boys were teasing and pushing Francis, then he ran
to help him.

       "Hey, what's going on here?" He shouted. Francis was with his fists
clenched and white.

       "This is not your business." The big Parisian boy said.

       "It is my business because it is my best friend."

       "He is a sissy and we don't want sissies in this school." The tall
boy added.

       "If he is a sissy it is up to him unless you are queer too and he
doesn't like to fuck your bloody ass." Jim was looking into the boy's
eyes. The boy did not expect so gross words since they were from high
society families and did not use that type of vocabulary. Jim continued:
"You are fucking cowards attacking my friend in a lonely place and three
against one." The three Parisians were white and nervous, on contrary to
Jim that apparently was calm, but only apparently.

       "I'm not a sissy and it is not your business." The tall boy pointed
out. Calmly, Jim answered.

       "Look, bloody bastard, I'm tired, I repeat that he is my best
friend..." Francis was near to break. He interrupted Jim. He feared someone
could see them in case they started fighting, that would have been a very
serious problem for all five.

       "Please Jim, let's go," Francis said in a near breaking voice.

       "Yes, let's go, because I don't want to see shit like this." He
turned around to go; the Parisians boys could not leave things as they
were, especially the older one, they had been chickened out by a younger
boy, despite being a street boy, as they classified him. Jim was accustomed
dealing with braggart boys like these, so he was expecting their reaction
that came as soon as he turned around. The big boy launched his strong fist
against Jim's head, however, Jim was ready, and expecting him, in a
fraction of second he spun moving his head to one side with his fists
clenched. The boy's fist rubbed his shoulder as Jim's left fist reached the
boy's stomach. The boy bent in pain and then Jim hit his right fist on the
boy's upper back. The strong blow took him to the grass. Francis launched
in rage against the other two. Surprised with his attack, one of them fell
and the other one did not move as Francis punched him. Suddenly, two strong
hands took him apart.

       "It is enough, Françoise; please take it easy." It was Noel and
Raphael; however, he was full of rage. As he saw his friends and especially
Jim, he ran away, leaving them with the Parisians trying to stand up. He
reached his room and launched himself on the bed crying softly.

       "Oh God! Why? Why?" He was sobbing, tears flooding his eyes. "Oh my
God, he knows now what I am; he'll leave me. Why? Why? I love you, Jim; I
love you with all my heart. Now he'll hate me! Why did they do that to me?
I never hated them. Oh my God! Why?" He was crying inconsolably. When
Francis ran, Jim facing the Parisian boys and pointing his finger to them
calmly said:

       "You forget that we are in this school and I'll do the same, next
time it could be different.  You are warned." The other boys did not answer
as they looked at the Marseillaise. "Thanks, friends. Let's go." He knew
what Francis might be suffering; he was not accustomed to a fight, and
besides the boys had publicly called him a sissy. Was it true? He went to
his room, the door was ajar and Francis crying in silence. Jim locked the
door quietly; he did not want anyone to see his friend sobbing. He could
observe the spasms in his friend's body as he was crying, repeating:

        "Why? I love you, Jim; I love you." Jim's emotions rose as he
approached his friend. He sat down on the edge of the bed and watched those
beautiful cheeks covered with tears. He placed his arm around the boy right
shoulder and tenderly pulled him on his back. Francis opened widely his
blue eyes as he was surprised by Jim's presence; he had not heard the door.
Jim watched those lovely red lips covered with tears and saliva, all his
love came to him, he approached Francis' face and kissed him tenderly on
the lips, savouring the salty flavour of his tears. Francis trembled; he
had never been kissed, let alone by the boy to whom he adored. Jim broke
the kiss, lifted and dragged Francis' face to his chest.

       "I love you, too, "Mon petit Coeur," Jim said tenderly. Francis
could not believe what was happening.

       "Am I dreaming as many other times?"

       "No Francis, you aren't. I love you, too." Jim kissed him again. Now
he parted Francis's teeth, he resisted a little bit because he ignored how
to kiss another boy or girl, however, he opened his mouth and Jim
introduced his tongue in Francis' wet cavity. Everything was new for the
blond boy, but Jim caressed his blond silky hair and kissed eagerly
him. Jim dick was hard and he noticed the tent formed on his friend's
trousers. He slid his hand under the elastic band and his hand touched
Francis' erection. He squeezed it; Francis moaned in pleasure and the
tenderness expressed by his loved boy took him to the peak of his ecstasy,
starting to spurt his small load of semen. Jim noticed the warm cream in
his fingers and that made him spurt his semen, too. They hugged gently, Jim
caressing his friend's neck and rubbing his hair. Jim separated from
Francis to watch him better.

       "Jim, are, are you..." He could not finish his sentence because Jim
kissed him again, now more passionately. He then dragged his trousers and
underwear to his thighs and took Francis' hand to his penis. He did the
same with Francis. He arched his hips and yanked his clothes leaving his
crotch and cock free. Jim started softly stroking his friend's dick as
Francis did the same to him. They hugged passionately as their mouths and
faces were united. Soon Francis arched his hips, stopped breathing as his
penis started to shoot again his warm white cream up, landing on his near
hairless crotch. Jim also reached his point of no return and pushed his
dick against his friend's loins, spurting his semen on him. Breathless he
moved beside Francis. When they recovered, Jim kissed again his friend.

       "I love you, Francis, I love you from that moment you laughed
running in the river island."

       "Oh, Jim! Still, I think this is a dream. I love you from the moment
you entered this room." He extended his arms and dragged Jim's face to his,
kissing tenderly his young red lips.  Francis could not believe it, he was
floating in a cloud, however, the noise made by the five-day boarders,
preparing to leave, brought him to reality; he gave a peck to Jim, and
smiling told him.

       "Jim, we must get rid of all this mess before someone can see us."
They rose from the bed; Jim took all his clothes off, tossing them into the
laundry basket, and then entered the small bathroom to shower. Francis did
the same and when the warm water was pouring along the boy's body, Jim
joined Francis under the showerhead but the place was prepared for one
person. Francis grinned when he watched Jim's intentions; he loved every
moment, every move of him.

       "Jim, this is too tight for two."

       "Two? I can't see but only one, you and me together." They
laughed. Jim hugged Francis very tight; their bodies as one and their young
cocks together. He placed his lips on Francis' and kissed him softly. They
started grinding their crotches, very tight; Francis noticed his dick
rubbing against his friend's crotch. Jim's mouth pressed against Francis'
as their tongues swirled inside passionately as he rubbed his boy butt
cheeks. As the pleasure overwhelmed him, Francis felt his knees were weak
and could not support his body, he was trembling and with spasms, while
their bodies were very tight. He slid himself down, dragging Jim with
him. They sat on the floor with their bodies as one, their legs crossed and
their cocks and ball sacks tight. Without breaking his kiss, Jim took in
his hand both penises and started to jack them off; Francis also put his
hand together with his lover's and with an increasing pace, they started
moving up and down of their shafts. They broke the kiss and started
nibbling slightly their necks. After some time, they stopped breathing and
hugged very tight as they reached their climaxes at the same time with a
loud groan. They remained there with the warm water pouring over their
heads for lovely and delightful five minutes. They helped each other to
stand up, petted and hugged again. Jim cut off the water and looking into
those wet blue beautiful eyes, he said:

       "After all, I got rid of your sadness."

       "You will never know how much I love you." Their dicks were flaccid
and satisfied, so ended their shower and got dressed in clean clothes;
happily went to the dining room to have dinner.

       "Jim, we must be very careful, Friday is a good day, especially in
the afternoon, because many students are getting ready to leave for the
weekend but not the rest of the week.  If they catch us, the minimum would
be to separate us in class, team, room, and every moment we might be
together. I wouldn't bear that Jim." He said sadly. Jim raised his chin and
rubbed tenderly his white cheek with the back of his hand.

       "Don't worry; we'll take care of that." He kissed a peck his blond
lover as they left the room, not with their hands entwined, as they would
have liked but happily running together as if their young lives had
discovered the moon and sun for the first time.

They arrived at the dining room and found Noel and Raphael already sat at
the table. They greeted their friends; Noel and Raphael stared at them,
their mouths agape. Jim grinned as they sat down.

       "Have you seen a ghost?" Jim asked.

       "Yes, you are the ghosts! Your eyes are sparkling of happiness,
Françoise. You are...  so different... It seems the fight has
transformed you."

       "Well..." Francis mumbled. "Jim has told me a joke and it was very
funny." He stared at Jim grinning because now the problem was on Jim's
side.

       "Yes, it is a lovely joke."

       "Please tell us." Noel insisted. Fortunately, the waitress was
coming to take their order.

       "Sorry I can't do it now, we are going to start dinner, I'll tell
you sometime." Francis was very happy and it was very difficult for him to
hide his happiness. Noel and Raphael almost guessed but they nodded to Jim
idea. Francis looked at table number 20 where the three Parisians were
sitting with sad faces; one of the two younger ones had a bruise on his
cheekbone. Francis felt sorry and said to Jim:

       "Jim, please, can you accompany me? Raphael, please, take the order,
same for us than for you." They stood and approached the Parisian
boys. Francis then said. "Jim, today's great day, let's make it complete."
Jim did not know what his friend wanted to do; even he feared he might
start again fighting. He had been seriously offended but in the dining
room...  The boys watched them approaching and stood up ready. Françoise
seriously said: "Boys, we regret about what has happened just a couple of
hours ago. If you are ready to forget it, here you are my hand, I'll do the
same." That took aback all four, including Jim. All thought the same.  What
kind of person is a boy that after being seriously offended is offering his
hand to his offenders? Jim felt that his heart was now pouring love for
him. At that moment, he would have liked to hug him right there. The
Parisians were boys still with their souls clean of resentment, so the
three immediately extended their hands and shook Françoise and Jim's
hands. The elder one said:

       "We have regretted a lot the incident and were talking about how we
could amend my stupid behaviour. Please, accept my apologies. If you want a
friend, I'm ready to be him.

       "Thanks, boys, it is always a pleasure to have friends." They left
the table radiant of happiness as they also watched the other boys' faces
with smiles reflecting their contentment.  They returned to the table and
Noel asked:

       "What have you done?" Jim answered him.

       "You couldn't believe it. He has arranged peace with our
offenders. They are not bad boys because also were thinking to do the
same."

       "After all, they got the worst part," Francis said. Jim looked at
him melted in love. They had dinner and returned to their respective rooms
chatting all the way. Noel and Raphael had room number 2, so they wished
good nights and continued to theirs. Once they went thru the door, Jim
extended his arm and took Francis from behind to his chest.

       "I like you, "Mon petit Coeur." He placed his lips on Francis' and
kissed him tenderly long. Francis responded in the same manner, rubbing
Jim's back as he took inside him his honey mouth. They separated a little
bit and Jim continued: "My heart told me you were a great boy, but I feel
ashamed because you are more than great, you are the best heart in the
world."  Francis could not resist so much happiness and some tears rolled
down his white cheeks.

Chapter 7
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       "I had never been strong until you came here, now I can fight
anything or anyone if you are with me. Now I understand what your brother
Frankie told you when he felt alone in the rail station; John is his
support, his other half, as you are mine." Jim tenderly separated from him,
still with their hands entwined; he locked the door and dragged Francis to
his bed. He guessed what Jim and he wanted, but it was too dangerous. "Jim,
we cannot risk...

       "Don't worry, my little angel, we are risking nothing." He trusted
his new lover. "I'll undress you slowly, Francis, I want to make you feel
as happy as you deserve."

       "I never was as happy as I'm now, Jim; do whatever you like." Jim
grinned and started kissing his friend systematically everywhere, as he
took off all Francis' garments undressing him. The blond boy was already
very hard. "Please, let me pay you back." Jim consented and Francis did the
same to him. Once they were naked, Jim pushed gently his lover and lay him
down on his back on the bed. Jim straddled him and started licking and
nibbling Francis' earlobes, then his neck, sucking his hard nipples one
after the other, as the boy gasped and moaned in pleasure. Francis had not
any sexual experience with others and could not imagine those parts of his
body were so sensitive, so he was overwhelmed in lust. As Jim retreated to
kiss his chest, their dicks rubbed and the blond boy could not resist his
needs. He took Jim's head to his face and desperately kissed him as his
dick started to discharge his small load of seed. Jim smiled, and when
Francis recovered his breath, he continued his journey thru Francis' young
body.

       "I love you "Mon petit Coeur" Jim mumbled.

       "Please Jim; I want to do it to you the same. I'm not as good as you
are, but I'll do my best." Jim smiled the expression of the innocence of
his lover and then he turned around, so his belly was now over Francis'
face. He followed Jim's actions and soon he was in front of Jim's hard cock
in a 69 position. He doubted because he did not know what to do. Jim went a
little far and took Francis ball sack in his mouth, yet it was too big, so
he did one ball after the other.  Francis felt an electric discharge when
he felt the warmth of Jim's mouth around his ball, so he eagerly did the
same. Jim was not very far from his orgasm and wanted to enjoy it as much
as possible.

To Francis' astonishment, he stopped his caresses to his lover. "Jim
please, don't, don't stop now." He murmured. Jim grinned and resumed his
blowjob, suddenly took Francis' cock into his mouth. Francis moaned in
pleasure and pushed up his dick, and at the same time, he engulfed his
lover thick cock for the first time, savouring the salty flavour of his
precum. They sucked each other wildly as their mutual climaxes
approached. They could not stop now; Jim needed his relief and Francis had
refilled quickly and was ready for a new one. That wonderful feeling
arrived. Jim pushed down his dick that nearly gagged his lover. Francis
arched his hips until Jim's lips were touching his crotch. They stopped
breathing thru his noses and started shooting their little loads into their
respective mouths. They were young boys and did not expel a great amount of
semen but the orgasm was so strong that they could not help but giving off
a loud moan thru their noses.

       Hum!"

They swallowed each other white cream and continued sucking until their
dicks became flaccid.  Then Jim turned around and lay on his side near his
lover, facing him. Tenderly, Jim parted Francis' silky hair; stick with
sweat on his forehead. He caressed his cheeks and his red thick lips.

       "You are a beautiful angel, Francis. Did you enjoy it? Francis blue
eyes looked into those black wells of Jim and gently kissed him.

       "It was fantastic. What a lovely thing would be to be alone without
caring someone could call and do it as many times as we wanted!"

       "Yes you are right, but we'll arrange to make our love as much as
circumstances allow.  We must be very careful, especially outdoors."
Francis started caressing Jim's hair. Jim took Francis hand and kissed his
palm. They were now satisfied, so they got up from the bed and joking
showered and dressed only in their tracksuits, without any underwear. Jim
unlocked the door and sat on the large sofa looking into each other eyes
with their hands entwined.

       "Who taught you to make so nice things, Jim?"

       "Well, it is difficult to say. Since I don't have an older brother,
my dad gave me his first instructions and lections."

       "Your dad did?"

       "Yes, my dad. When I was nine, he caught me fucking my bed sheets,
he told me how I would get a better pleasure with masturbation taking care
to put something slippery on my fist.  Later on, he explained how I could
fuck a girl or a boy, taking always into consideration the fact that I
should provide him or her, the same pleasure than I received. Also, he
taught me where I could find the erotic spots in a body and many other
things. This, added to my experiences, I transmitted to my brother Frankie,
he did the same to his friend John, and all the rest of the boys on the
farm. I'll tell you in detail some other day, this is only a summary."

       "Your dad is a great father; besides, I suppose that living with
many other boys in the streets you had the opportunity to learn a lot about
everything, including sex."

       "That's correct."

       "On the contrary to me, I am naïve in all related to sex, except
what I have learnt from you."

       "That makes you even more adorable." Jim tenderly kissed Francis on
the lips a long kiss and then he added. "But instinct made the rest."

       "You had a good idea of wearing only our tracksuits because my penis
has started to grow again, so it finds no restrictions inside." They
laughed."

       "You are so pretty Francis that I can't resist loving you, despite
we have ejaculated five times today." At that moment, they heard knocks on
their door. They looked at each other because did not expect anybody and
less anybody who knocked on the door.

       "Come in" Jim shouted. Noel and Raphael entered closing the door
behind.

       "Hi, happy couple!" Raphael said as they blushed.

       "We have just come to borrow some ink from you and to show you
something.

       "You can take the bottle, it is on my desk. What do you want to show
us? Francis asked.

       "This." Saying it, he looked into Noel green eyes and kissed him
tenderly in front of them, revealing his most guarded secret. They blushed
again because that was an invitation to them to disclose their love. Jim
did not doubt. They stood up and taking Francis face into his palms kissed
him softly and amorously."

       "We must pay you back for your sincerity," Jim said. The Marseille's
boys grinned satisfied as they sat down on the carpet facing them.

       "That's perfect. We knew it but wanted your confirmation. How
long..."

       "A few hours, only ten minutes after the fight. And you?" Jim
asked. Noel glanced tenderly to Raphael, took his hand in his and said:

       "Near five years." That surprised Francis, not to Jim.

       "Five years! But you were little children, how could you..."

       "Well, it wasn't difficult. We knew each other since we were
babies. We have been in the same kindergarten and school together, play
soccer together... we looked more like twins than friends. Our families are
very close since my parents came from Spain. Noel's dad helped them a lot
to build a new life in France. In my tenth birthday's celebration, I
invited Noel to my room to see all my presents. As usual, we started to
joke and ended wrestling on the carpet, I pinned Noel under me, his lovely
face and red lips in front of me. I don't know what happened."  He stopped
and then said: "Please Noel, can you continue?" Noel chuckled.

       "Yes, I will. This is the first time we are telling this to anyone,
but you have been so honest with us that it is a pleasure to tell it to
someone. Well, I continue. We were laughing, however at that moment Raphael
became serious, he approached his face to mine and kissed me on the lips. I
felt like an electric discharge thru my body when his lips touched mine;
strangely, my little weenie started to grow and I did not understand
why. Only that his lips were sweet and I wanted him to do it
again. However, it was a great surprise because I did not expect that from
him. I can remember he was even more astonished than I was. I asked him why
he had done it, he said: "I don't know, but I love you a lot, Noel. Please,
Raphael, continue."

       "I was confused; I think Noel had a more clear idea than I have. He
glanced at me and then kissed me, even for a longer time. "I love you too,
my pretty friend." That's what he said.  We stood up and kissed again. Then
we left for the dining room where the families were together. We blushed
because my dad noticed something strange, however, he laughed and we
continued with the celebration."

       "That's a beautiful and tender story, boys," Francis said. "Do your
parents know that you love each other?"

       "Yes, right from that day. Noel's birthday was a couple of months
later, and when we went to see his presents we kissed again several
times. My dad watched us and laughed; so we continued because I knew he was
not upset. Later on, his parents, mine, and ourselves sat in his dad's
office; they told us that they did not mind we loved one another, however,
we had to promise no one would know it, even our brothers and sisters and
we would never kiss when someone was present, including themselves. We have
fulfilled our promise up today." Jim then explained to them.

       "For me, it isn't a strange case. My brother Frankie, that is eleven
and his friend John love each other since the same age as you did." Jim
paused. "By the way, Raphael, you are more time in this school, do you know
any other couples like us?"

       "Not for certain, since we are not close to anybody, except to you;
but we are 99% sure about six other couples, including the two younger
Parisians to whom you and Francis hit. Also, there's a little 11 y/o
couple. Most likely, these boys are his first year in love and school. The
problem is that if they are not warned to take care in his innocence and if
some teacher sees them, probably they will get them split out from his
room, team, class, etc...

       "That would destroy their younger illusions," Jim said.

       "Yes, you are right. I can do nothing myself but you and Jim could
help them, yet, we must be sure that they'll keep their mouths shut and
this some times is difficult on so young boys."

       "Me? How?

       "They swim every day on the other side of the pool; I heard them
that you are their hero as they are very keen on swimming. The day of our
race, both were in a corner and I looked at how they shouted cheering us,
especially when you jumped into the water and did that wonderful lap."

       "I'll see to them. After all, they are only two years younger than
we are." They paused.  "Changing the subject, do you know when the
counsellor checks your room during the night?"

       "Do you mean the day and time?"

       "Yes." Francis was startled with his lover's question; they did not
know why he was requesting this information.

       "There is no fix date or time, so you must be very careful with your
caresses," Raphael said while Francis blushed.

       "Please, try to remember and write it down on a paper, I want to do
something."

       "I wonder what's in your mind, but we'll do it. One thing is for
sure, he never comes twice in the same night." Jim grinned slyly. "Ok, we
must leave. I'll see you tomorrow at breakfast. Good nights, boys." They
answered their friends with goodnights as they left. Jim felt his friend
gaze, he took Francis' face in his palm and kissed him softly.

       "What's going on in your mind, Jim?"

       "I'll tell you tomorrow, my young lover." That was enough for
him. Francis jumped on top of Jim and started tickling him everywhere, Jim
could not resist, he was pleading to stop, however, their mutual contacts
made then fill again theirs; Francis liked Jim's pitchy laugh and he was
captivated by those large black eyes. He placed again his lips on Jim's
before he could even answer. Their tongues met once more this day and soon
they felt their dick pushing against each other crotches. "Please Francis,
lock the door, I don't want anyone peeking thru it."

Francis was excited and did not hesitate for a moment. He locked the door
and soon he took off his tracksuit getting stark naked. Jim did the same
since he wanted his lover against him. Both started making their love the
sweetest act of their lives. They explored each other's bodies, kissed, and
finally exploded in a wonderful orgasm full of tenderness. After some time,
they recovered their breaths and then licked their seeds, so not needing to
shower again. Francis slid to his left side facing his lover. Jim extended
his hand and separated his friend's lank blond hair of his forehead.

	"I never thought I would be so happy in this school," Jim said.

       "Jim, you have brought the light into my soul. Will you love me
forever? Because I'm sure I will." He looked at that beautiful face,
caressing the blond locks on his forehead; tenderly, very soft and serious
he said:

       "I don't know if we'll continue making love or any other type of sex
things because our bodies and our minds probably will change in the future,
but one thing will never change, my love to you, Francis. Even if I get
married and have children, I'll never stop loving you, that's for sure. You
have stolen my heart, and I'm very happy you did."

       "Thanks, handsome boy. Those are the most beautiful words I ever
heard." They said goodnights and cuddle in the bed. Jim was facing the door
and Francis behind him with his arms wrapped around Jim's chest. Suddenly
Jim said:

       "Do you have a bell clock?"

       "Yes. What is it for?"

       "If my calculation does not fail, the counsellor will open our door
tomorrow at 7:00, so I suppose you don't want him to catch us in the same
bed, do you?"

       "No. Of course. I had forgotten that fact, however, I prefer you to
leave the door locked, in any case, we may argue to justify why we had our
door locked." Francis got up and gave the clock to Jim. After fixing a time
for waking up he cuddled again in front of Francis, very tight as one
single body; Francis rubbed softly his loved boy's neck and Jim took
Francis' arm placed on his chest. They said goodnights again and drifted to
sleep.

At 6:30 the clock started to ring, Jim went to the door and unlocked it,
and then he returned to his bed. As he expected, at 7:00, he heard the door
quietly being opened, and after a few seconds closed again. He grinned and
drifted again to sleep.

End of Part 1