Date: Wed, 5 Nov 2008 13:26:41 +0100 From: Al Peres Subject: Jim and Francis - Part 1 NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR. This is a sweet story of love, product of my imagination where egoisms and selfishness are banned. It depicts sex contacts between minors and no adult is involved; therefore all warnings apply. English is not my mother language, so, please, be acquiescent with the syntax. Comments will be welcomed to: "al.peres@hotmail.com" JIM AND FRANCIS - Part 1 ========================= Chapter 1.- New School in France. Jim was sat near the window in their private Wagon-Lit cabin as the train was crossing the country; bound to Paris via Madrid. He was 13 y/o and was going to start as a full boarder student in one of the best school in Europe, placed in Orleans (France). His father, an old 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 country, had sponsored him when he knew he wanted to be a great chef. He would stay for three years in Orleans and then would change to another school specifically for Great Chefs; like a University of Foods. He could have gone to the University in his capitol city and become an Electric Civil Engineer, but he adored cooking. Landscapes of all kinds passed before him and he did not seems 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 near three years back when he found the little boy rubbing his weenie against the sheets and the pleasure he experimented. John, his best friend, had advised him to ask Jim about that nice feeling. Jim looking thru the window, but seeing nothing, reeled his thoughts as if someone was telling the story: Both brothers slept in the same room. That night, as soon as Frankie was under the sheets, he started fucking his hand as his best friend had told him without asking anything to his brother. He was so engaged rubbing his prick that he did not noticed Jimmy was watching him. When Jimmy realised his little brother was over his first orgasm, grinned and Frankie, still breathing hard, looked astonished to his brother. "Did you enjoy, little bro fucking your sheets?" "How do you know.?" "Because I have done it many times; but I must teach you a couple of things, my little angel. Please lock the door, I do not want mom peeking on us and telling me that I am perverting you. By the way, who taught you that? "John told me, but he said he got his prick pretty sore and I should ask you for help." "As usual he is the clever one. I will show you what to do from now on, you must not hesitate to ask me, so we can prevent problems. "Thanks big bro." Frankie locked the door and returned to the bed. Jim then said: "Now get naked and lay on your back." As Frankie did so, Jim also got nude; he looked to his little brother and contemplated him, he thought for himself: "What a beautiful boy is my little angel!" His cock started to grow. "I'm very fond of girls but no one is near as beautiful as is my little angel." He laid on the bed near his little brother watching him. He then said: "Frankie you should take note how I do to you so you can tell John." "Oh yes, Jim, sure I'll do it, he is eagerly wanting it." "Ok, I hope you enjoy it." Frankie 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 a great pleasure, however it is much better step by step, so he and I enjoys." With his right thumb and two fingers, he dragged the shaft's foreskin back discovering that little pink mushroom pulsating in excitement, Frankie trembled when his brother touched him; then Jim bent himself and spate on top of the little prick, then proceeded to smear the saliva all over the head and shaft, Frankie started to moan. "Oh Jim, that feel so good." "Wait until I finish" Jim said. 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 hip a little bit. Jim continued jerking off the little pole, now increasing the pace on every moment; he felt how Frankie's little 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 left Frankie ball sack, starting 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 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 little hands on top of his brother's fingers. "Ahg!!! Oh!!!. He moaned loudly. Then he dropped his little body on the bed again panting. Jim kissed his little angel on his abdomen, then his chest and his sweaty forehead. At this stage, Frankie was near recovered. His older 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 was fantastic! I never thought it would be like that." He had a look to 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 raised to his butt and said: "Jim, please, let me do it to you, then you can do it to me again." As he saw the doubt on his brother eyes: "Please Jim, I want you to get that lovely feeling." "Ok." Jim exchange positions with his brother and lay on his back. As he was ready to spit on his brother's dickhead, he observed that it was now covered with something as saliva. He looked a little puzzled and looked to his big brother for an answer: "That's precum, Frankie, so you don't need to put your saliva on. "What is it precum, Jim? "It is a slippery liquid expelled thru the tip of my cock to lube it, so it cannot get sore. Round twelve you will start getting it when you are excited, like I'm now, meantime you should always spit on your dick before jacking 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 large dick compared with his. Jim spate on his right hand, and then smeared his saliva on top and round Frankie's little dick. He could not see him because he has his brother back, but he was well aware how it was. Frankie started stroking his brother's cock up and down slowly with his thumb and two fingers, but Jim told him: "Frankie, wrap my dick with your hands, look 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 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 seeing his brother getting his climaxes; his cock was very hard and Frankie felt the smoothness and warmth of his brother's dick. 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 ball 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 smooth back and hair; he could not control his noise. Frankie could not resist, his head tossed back, his forehead covered with sweat. In a moment, both brothers stopped breathing as Jim arched his hips lifting his little brother up. 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 not return arrived and their orgasms hit them. Frankie laid down on his back on top of his brother chest, both breathing hard and gasping for air trying to recover their strengths; now their cocks getting flaccid. Frankie turned over, looked into his brother eyes, and hugged him very tight. "Jim, that was wonderful, even better than before." Jim responded the hug 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. "I love you Jim, I love you very much; you are the best brother in the world." Jim smiled and again started kissing his little angel. "I love you, too, Frankie; this only can be done with someone to whom you love, otherwise you may have the 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 and kissed his angel. "I will love 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 love." He grinned for a moment. "About getting blind, that is stupid and not true, otherwise my friends and myself would be blind since long time ago." Both laughed. "Can I tell John?" "Yes, you can, because I know how much you love each other; I also love him and his family. His father's voice and some trains sounds interrupted the chain of his thoughts; he cleaned 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 round 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. 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 an historical novel and started reading. 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. His father had been a real hunk, a Don Juan who had fucked many women until he fell in love with his mom: "his doll" as he called her. This happened when he 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 really take care of her. "Who would bear that burden?" However, the still handsome man fell in love and married her, after she advising him of her sicknesses. 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, as her own father. Three years later came his second son, Frankie. The beauty of the family, as Jim called him. They grew in the 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 had a boy, his only one, on the same day Frankie was born. 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 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 told him, suggesting he had to keep secret for the sake of the family; in those moments, he was 10 y/o. His father had fucked a girl and she seeing herself pregnant got married with other man; she knew Frank, his father, did not love her. In the intimacy of their bedroom, he had referred it to 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 dust ground; as he was to hit me again, I saw how two strong arms lifted them out of me saying: "You should be ashamed: attacking a ten years old little boy. Go away, otherwise you might feel my hand on your butts." The boys immediately run away; then he extended his hand and lifted me. "Are you alright, Jim? He stared into my eyes and I recognized dad's eyes. I don't know but I felt comforted with that familiar stare, so I said: "I am 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 ruffling my hair: "You are a brave boy and I suppose you are thirsty." I did not know what to say, however I told what I first thought in 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 station 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 to myself. Carlos, a friend of his, watched us in complicity. We sat in a corner near a window facing the rail tracks. I was near the wall and 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 round his back and he placed his left on my shoulders. "No. He doesn't." Then I felt how he kissed my head. I melted and I think my eyes blurred as I asked: "Why, why.why shall I hide you are my big brother? He sighed again and pulled our bodies together. "Jim, you are too young to understand now. We live in a stupid society with stupid rules and we are obliged to comply them if we want to live here." I thought for a moment, and after taking a sip of my refreshment, I said. "I hate this way of life. When I grow up, I'll fly away to some place where I have the freedom to express to my brother what." I stopped. I think he guessed what I was trying to say because he pulled me against him and again he kissed my hair. "Jim, I love you and our brother, too. 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 sons. You are my truly family." "Francis, can I, can I.hug you? He looked 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 understanding. I then asked him: "Francis, can I see you some time? I would like to be and talk to you." He thought for a moment, and then he said. "We should not give people the opportunity for gossips, so you must be carefully 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."" Jim heard some knocks on the 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 to 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 love you Jim, sure that I'll miss you." "I love you too, little bro. My heart will always be with you" Frankie looked at his dear brother eyes, kissed them; then he scooted down and started kissing and sucking Jim's nipples. Jim moaned in pleasure not knowing his brother 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 kissed him. "Frankie, you don't need to do it. I may hurt you. On the other hand, you prefer to fuck that being fucked, except with your friend John." "Now it will be different. John and I do it each other and I think I am prepared. I want to please you and have a good time together. We will 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. "Ok, how would you like to do it?" "I don't mind, it is your opportunity, but I like to see your face, it is lovely when that nice feeling arrives to you." "You have not seen yourself. I would like to have a film camera in order you could see it. You are so sexy when you receive your orgasm." Jim laid down on his back and Frankie resumed his kissing on him. He licked and sucked his earlobes, nipples, bellybutton and finally passionately his lips. Their tongues met, and their saliva mixed, slipping on their chins. Their dicks hard as rocks, then Frankie scooted down to his brother crotch, he continued down and felt how his brother's dick rubbed underneath of him. He straddled Jim over his thighs and started licking and sucking his large cock. "Please, Frankie, bring the vaseline" Frankie jumped from the bed and fetch a tube from the bathroom. He handled to Jim that took a glob on his forefinger and started finger fucking his little brother. Frankie moaned when his big bro touched his little prostate "It feels good Jim when you touch something inside me." "It is your prostate. Now you are ready, I'll smear some of this stuff on my dick." He did and when he was ready, he said: "Frankie, you will be the leader, make it comfortable and don't hurry, we have time and I want you also to enjoy it." Frankie straddled again his brother that helped him to rise. He, with his left hand, guided his brother hard penis to his sphincter, pushed down and near half of his brother's cock entered him; he moaned with a little pain. "How is it, Frankie?" Jim asked. "It is alright, Jim. You are bigger than John." Jim was stroking his brother cock; he squeezed the head and smeared some vaseline on it; then he gripped his little brother cock, cupping it with his five fingers, so that every time he jerked it, its head rubbed his palm. Frankie groaned in pleasure when his dick pushed against his big brother hand, instinctively he pushed himself again down, and his brother cock entered inside him totally. Impaled, he remained during some time quiet until his body got used to it. One minute later Frankie started fucking himself with his brother tool, up and down. Jim knew that his brother could orgasm a couple of times before he reached his climax; therefore he started stroking Frankie's dick faster than his moves. Frankie, stimulated in both sides, soon started to breath heavily as a strong orgasm approached. Suddenly he stopped breathing and moving, he tossed his head back as Jim increased the speed of his strokes, now with his fist round his brother little cock. Frankie made a loud moan and fell down on Jim's chest gasping for air. He remained breathing hard on top of his brother meanwhile Jim caressed his hair and kissed his little brother where he could reach. When recovered, he said: "Jim, that was fantastic." Frankie kissed tenderly his brother chest. Then he raised himself and resumed his fucking. Jim had planned to get his brother second orgasm before he reached his; so as his little cock did not get flaccid, he started again jerking it off. This time, Frankie increased his moves and Jim was the one that started breathing hard and moaning. As his strong climax was approaching he left his little brother cock and placed his hand on Frankie hips, lifting him up and down as quicker as he could. Frankie took his cock and started jacking himself off with his right hand; with the left one, he was fondling Jim's balls. In a minute, the boys stopped breathing, Jim arched his hips as he felt his little brother hand gripping his balls, placed his hands on his brother shoulders, pushed them down in order to get the maximum penetration 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, 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!!!" He thought. It was dawn and the train crossed at a great speed the French green countryside. He recalled the last night at home and the farewell in the farm. Jim could not stand when he hugged his brother Francis, he had been very attached to him during the past three years and was too emotional in 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 in his ears. "John, look after Frankie, he is a good boy and love you." Tears came along John's cheeks. He could not resist the emotion and runs 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 slipped down to his own mouth, as he was looking his brother. "No Frankie. Tonight I want only to contemplate your beautiful face, I want to grab in my mind up to the most little point of you, my brother." They hugged again and kissed. Frankie cuddled himself in his brother 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 in order to give his brother as much pleasure as possible. Jim continued shoving his cock; he felt his dickhead against his ball sack, it made him hard. Frankie grabbed his own 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; he kissed his brother on the neck again. 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 does not 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 in the moment to hug his brother he would collapse; "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 an uncontrollable spasms. "Please Frankie, I, I, I love you" Frankie said nothing; he kissed his brother and run outside the platforms area, near the canteen. He did not want anybody to see him crying, so he sat down on a marble bench in a corner of the station's garden. Fifteen minutes later, he felt an arm on his shoulders. "Let's go home, son," his mom said. They had breakfast and lunch with not much hunger 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 on 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 round 5 pm. It was a large school with separated buildings; the car stopped in front of the main one where a man well dressed received them. He was surprised not seeing many boys," where are they?" Jim thought. "Good afternoon, Mr. Martinez. Let me introduce myself, I am Rene Callous, sub director of this school. The director apologies not to receive you, he has a compromise this afternoon" He shook hands with them. "Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Callous; we do not deserve so much attention." The driver took Jim's suitcase, however Jim thanked him and took himself his little luggage. They entered into the large building, going thru a marble wide staircase to the firs floor, then thru the left corridor. They stopped on the door number ten. 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. On the bottom there was a large window facing to the gardens, and on the left wall, a small white door to enter into a tiny bathroom, with a shower. However what call Jim's attention was a lovely blond boy that stood up as they entered in the room; the boy looked sad, or at least, he was serious. His hair was blond, but not as his brother's children, especially little Francis and his elder sister, Nuria. Their hair was summer straw golden colour, while this boy was near as silver; cut to his temples, and soft like silk. That, together with his round face, gave him an appearance of a younger child. "Let me introduce you to Mr. Fran‡oise Lambert, this is James Martinez, your roommate and his father Mr. Frank Martinez." They extended their hands and shook them. Jim felt the warm of the boy's hand on his; he looked at him, the boy bent a little his head avoiding Jim's gaze, he could observe how the beautiful boy blushed with shyness. He was as tall as he was, however his features looked as a boy of 11 or 12 y/o. After showing the room, Mr. Callous said: "Mr. Martinez, I will come back in half an hour to show you the school. After that, round 8:00, we expect you to join us for dinner." Then addressing to Fran‡oise: "Please Mr. Lambert, will you also join us? Fran‡oise blushed again, after a little doubt. "Yes sir. Thanks for your invitation." Mr. Callous grinned and left. He them 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 saw the content. Two drawers full of underwear; boots, shoes, shirts of many kinds, etc. even a fur hat. "Thank you Fran‡oise for your help." He pronounced his name in his strong French, however Fran‡oise said nothing. Frank and Jim talked a little bit in French, arranging everything. They washed and a couple of minutes later arrived Mr. Callous. "Are you ready?" "Yes, we are", Frank replied. They walked along the buildings; and saw the gym, dorms, library, sport fields, etc. "Mr. Martinez, we are very proud of our school and of our town. In the past Orleans was the second city in France, now we are still recovering from the bombings during the II World War. 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 into the dinning room. All fifty boys, from 11 to 16 were sat on their respective tables. A large table had been prepared on a corner. Three persons were already sat when they arrived: the Director, his assistant, and the Organization Mgr. Mr. Callous introduced the group to them. When they sat down, dinner started to be served by some middle age women. 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 director, however he gazed his dad and 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 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, in spite of 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 director introduced his guests and he sat on the table. "Marcel, James have 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 cook looked to Jim and he blushed in front of a high professional. "James, my kitchen is open to you in case you want to help any time." "It will 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 smiled 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 to postpone my departure for one day and pay a tourist visit to this historical 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 is very fond of art and an excellent guide." Fran‡oise blushed deeply at the director words." "Sir, it will be a great pleasure to serve Mr. Martinez as a guide." The director now addressed to Mr. Callous: "Please Rene, arrange everything for these two lads for tomorrow's absence." Frank thanked to 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" Fran‡oise did not face him directly due to his shyness, but he said: "Well, in fact I shower myself every night before going to bed. It relaxes me." "In that case, please Fran‡oise, shower you first, because I have to arrange my clothes and to know where everything is." "I did not mean that James", Fran‡oise said embarrassed." "I know that, but please, shower yourself." Fran‡oise reluctantly accepted. He prepared his clothes and after a few minutes he returned wearing his pyjama. Jim then took off all his dirty clothes and naked entered into the shower. His roommate opened his mouth and blushed when he saw Jim nude for a moment. Jim showered without caring much about Fran‡oise, he returned to his bed wrapped in the large towel. He observed the boy and could notice his embarrassment. "Sorry, Fran‡oise, 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, however he knew this boy liked to see him naked, however he was too shy to demonstrate. Jim did not wear any underwear when sleeping, however he put on his blue pyjama. He was tired, nevertheless he wanted to practice his French and talk with the sad boy. "Fran‡oise, Thank you very much for offering yourself to accompany us to visit the town." "It will be a pleasure, moreover, it gives me opportunity to stay outside the school. On Saturday, if you are not enrolled in a sport team, it is very bored, so I normally take the opportunity to read or walk in the school park." Jim wanted to make him more questions; why he was so sad, and why he was alone, but he thought he would have time enough to get this beautiful boy being happy. Jim sat on his bed facing Fran‡oise that had put off his little lamp and was in bed on his left side. He observed the beauty of his blond hair, near white; his thick red lips, in summary, except for his sadness, he was a cute boy. When he thought the boy was asleep, he removed his towel and naked as he was, walked to the bathroom to hung it; returned and sat for the moment, leaving on a little red lamp between the two beds. Nevertheless, Fran‡oise was far from being sleep; with his eyes near closed, he had been spying his roommate movements- When Jim unwrapped his towel he silently sighed. He saw Jim's tan normally covered by the bath suit. "He is as white as myself, 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 round buttocks as a little child globes." He noticed his dick was hard, very hard. Jim was asleep, he did not dare even to move, but he could not resist the temptation to see his new roommate closely now that he was sleeping. "If I were not so shy. Oh my god!" Fran‡oise was rubbing his dick; he could not help, but to jack it off. He put his little lamp on, Jim did not move; he was in those first stages of hard sleeping. He approached him and contemplated the large eyelashes and his dark hair. With caution, he touched it with one hand while he was stroking his dick with the other. He felt his climax arriving; he took off all his clothes and tossed then on his bed, then entered in the little bathroom, leaving the door ajar, watching Jim's head. He needed only a few strokes, as he had to cover his mouth in order to prevent to wake Jim up with his moans. 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 stroke that black hair!", he thought. He continued masturbating his dick that now terrible 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 his pyjamas and underwear and went under covers stark naked. It felt so nice to feel his body free inside the sheets! "Why he did not do it before? Fran‡oise 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. Soon he started dreaming, he was in his homeland, Normandy; James with him and in the centre was his little brother Charlie. The three of them naked, running along 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 about me?" Both kneeled and kissed the little boy on his face, his neck and on his lips. "This is awesome, I love you." He said in his lovely American ascent. Jim also was dreaming, he was with Fran‡oise in John's farm, in that hill covered with daisies; Frankie and John were kissing as they love each other, their dicks hard and rubbing against their crotches. He was hard, very hard, and Fran‡oise too. He said: "Let's imitate them" He started kissing him and he noticed how his hand took his cock; kneeled 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; a couple of seconds before he started spurting his semen, he realized it was a dream but had no time to stop it. He took his erect dick and pushed it between his thighs. He felt the warmth of his white stuff between them. He looked at the other bed and saw Fran‡oise 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 to that angel face he jacked off in front of him until his climax was very near; he then went into the bathroom and finished his hand job. He returned to his bed gazing his new friend. Relaxed, he drifted to asleep. "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? Fran‡oise looked his wristwatch. "It is 9:30, and we promised your dad to be there round 11:00. We must have breakfast." Jim sat on the bed naked as he was, he did not realize that fact, however Fran‡oise turned himself as he blushed because he remained some seconds looking Jim's lovely body. "Is it still open the dinning room? He shouted from the bathroom" "No, it isn't. We will have it outside." "Sorry Fran‡oise, I was very tired and I had some strange dreams." Fran‡oise blushed as he reminded his own dreams. "Me too, James; but I'm more accustomed to the school time table, you will adjust yourself 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, were running to the main gate. They greeted Rene, the porter, put down the time the boys had left the school. "Have a nice day, boys." "Thanks Rene, the same to you." Jim could observe that Fran‡oise face was different; he was beaming in delight and did not stop speaking. "Why this boy changes as soon as he leaves the 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, Fran‡oise." 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 offend myself?" "Well, I, I don't know how to say, but only I want you and your dad 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, a very proud and you might not accept a boy invitation." Jim got silence and looking into Fran‡oise eyes, he put his hands on the boy shoulders; he noticed how Fran‡oise trembled at his touch, nodding his head. "Fran‡oise, 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 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, too." They grinned and resumed their chat. They entered in a caf‚, 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" Fran‡oise was taken aback. "You have demonstrated to be a good cook, I suppose is one of your experiments." "Yes. You will try just one of my toasts, if you do not like it I'll eat it myself" Fran‡oise 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. Round 1:30 walked to the North riverbank to have lunch. It was a nice restaurant facing the 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 Fran‡oise, this is a very nice place. It reminds me our river, however, this is bigger than ours." Fran‡oise smiled satisfied with the election. They entered and when were sitting down, saw two other students with their families that waved them. Then the other boys approached Fran‡oise, and Jim stood up. "Hi Fran‡oise, is this your knew roommate?" "Yes, he is. Let's introduce you." He then addressing to Jim he said: "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 ascent. "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 near over." Frank found impolite to continue speaking in Spanish since he assumed there were two persons that did not understand it. "Sorry Raphael, but these persons do not understand Spanish." The boy blushed and he turned into French again. "Noel speaks also Spanish, we come from Marseille, there, a lot of people have both languages." "Welcome to our school, James." Both boys said. 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 round 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 in 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 he 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 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 are of your ideas." "Dad, we want to hire a boat and row in the river, I did not 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 to Fran‡oise and he nodded. "We will do, dad." They had a pleasant lunch that lasted near two hours; they were not hurry. Before had finished, Fran‡oise got up as going to make pee and he arranged the payment. They got up and went to the crystal terrace facing the river waters. The other families also got up, and all joined in a comfortable and amicable ring chatting. Then Fran‡oise said: "Raphael, Noel; James and I want to row. Do you want to join us? "Thanks Fran‡oise, but 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. Noel, would you like to join them?" The other boys looked at his friend. "No, thanks. I'm not very fond of rivers." When James and Fran‡oise were leaving, Frank advised them: "Boys, please be careful." Fran‡oise 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 planned to go. They will go up stream to the little island with the weeping willows. Fran‡oise expertly jumped into the boat, as James doubted, he instinctively 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. Fran‡oise trembled with the touch as he gave instructions to Jim. "I suppose you have never rowed before." "You are absolutely right boy." 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, near in the centre of the large river and covered with weeping willows. Fran‡oise tied up the boat to a tree and then he laid down on his back sweating; Jim imitated him. "I feel very happy when I come to this island; when I receive the visit of my dad, 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. "Fran‡oise, I also love the quietness of this place, but." He looked to his friend and found him with his sight somewhere on a point in the river. He was now a beautiful boy. Why was he so sad? Jim then asked his new friend: "Fran‡oise, can I call you Francis?" He turned his head to look directly to Jim with surprise: "Francis? What does it means? "It is the short name for Francisco that we use in Spain, equal to Fran‡oise." "Why? Don't you like my name?" "It is a lovely one. Francis is short and no one knows it, besides you remind me a lot my nephew Francis, he also has blue eyes and blond hair, like you; he is not so blond as you are, but is a beautiful little boy; he's near ten, I love him a lot." Jim sighed. "Thank you Jim 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. How is your name in Spanish? "Jaime equal to Santiago, equal to Jacques in French" "What about if I call you Jim?" "I love that, Francis." Fran‡oise smiled openly. "Yes, I like that Francis, Francis!. Jim jumped on top of Fran‡oise and started tickling him everywhere, especially under his armpits. The boy laughed and laughed; soon he turned Jim down and he took his chance on tickling him the same. Please, Please, Francis stop, stop." He could not articulate his words as he continued laughing. When they calmed down their laugh Fran‡oise said: "We better keep those names for us when we are in private. Please, don't ask me why." Jim thought for a moment perhaps he has gone too far, but he saw him happy. Fran‡oise 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 known each other." Jim looked into those lovely blue eyes; he would have liked to express different words to this sad boy but he did not want to risk his early friendship. "Fran‡oise, sometimes you are 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." Fran‡oise did not want to continue because he felt he would say something inconvenient. How to say 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 and again he got his smile. "Hey, my name's Francis, besides we need to christianise each other" Jim looked to his friend puzzled" "What do you mean with to christianise? I'm not religious" "Never mind. Get naked waist up. Amusingly he took Jim from his hand to near the water of the river; he did not realize of the physical contact with his friend, the same happened to Jim that was laughing. Fran‡oise took some water in his hands. "Please bend your head." Jim did and the boy dropped the water on his hair telling: "I'm your godfather and you are now Jim for me forever." As he raised his head, Fran‡oise kissed his forehead." Jim felt something stirring thru his body as he noticed Fran‡oise's lips on his forehead. Jim followed the joke. "Now is your turn" Fran‡oise took off his clothes and Jim felt an increase of the stirring in his stomach as he saw his naked 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" Fran‡oise had the hair 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 run round the small island happily trying to 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? Fran‡oise took his wristwatch from his pocket." "We must go, it is near 6:00, soon it will be dark, fortunately now we will be down stream and in twenty minutes we will be docking." They jumped into the boat and each one took an oar. They were happy and still joking. Fran‡oise wanted this situation lasted forever; he was very happy for the first time since he resumed school. "Jim, how happens that you have a nephew of ten? "I also have a niece, she is some months younger than me." He saw how his friend dropped his mouth. 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 love a lot. My dad later on married my mom. She is a beautiful woman, but is heartsick since she was young. My dad, Frankie, my little brother, and I, we looked after her; now I'm worried." Jim got sad "I also have a story on my family, you at least have your mom, I have none. My dad and uncle Carl looked after my sister Margarita and me. 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 will never know how interesting their stories were; I did not lose a single word. It was so amazing! These men were truly brave as they fought." "I know how they fought, but also how they and we suffered, and still many are suffering from that stupid war." Jim said. "War never solve anything, it punishes the poor and the weaker, as the children", Fran‡oise 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 Fran‡oise and his son to dinner. When finished went upstairs to Frank's room. Fran‡oise knew that the difficult moment was approaching and he decide to leave father and son alone. "Well Mr. Martinez, it was a great pleasure to have known you, I hope this will not be the last time we see each other." He extended his hand, but Frank ignoring it hugged the boy and Fran‡oise wrapped his young arms round the adult. Frank in a whisper said to him. "Please Fran‡oise, look after my son." "I'll do sir, I promise." He felt his tears approaching, so he broke the hug saying: "Jim, I'll wait you downstairs in the hall. Have a safe journey, Mr. Martinez." "Thank you Fran‡oise." The boy left. Jim could not resist his emotions and launched himself into his dad's arms, kissing his father everywhere. He amongst sobs said: "Do you think it is worthwhile all this suffering for a career?" "Yes, I do. Jim please be brave, your life is just starting and mine near 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 will write every Sunday. Please look after mom, she need your care more than anybody else, dad." Jim remained in his dad's arms for a while, however, he knew his old father was near to break. He kissed him tightly on the lips, as in a special moment: "Goodbye dad." He hasty separated from his father and run to the stairs down to the hall; as Fran‡oise saw him he got up and left the hotel. This was not very far from the school; the night was chilly and dark. Fran‡oise thought his new friend needed his help, so risking himself; he extended his right hand and pressed Jim's left one on his. Jim looked at him; still his eyes blurred, and pressed Fran‡oise's. In silence, they walked to the school slowly, feeling each other their emotions. When were near the main gate, broke and entered in 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 run upstairs into his room. He lay on his tummy crying in silence. Fran‡oise understood his friend's behaviour and slowly followed him. He would have liked to leave Jim alone, but it was late in night and soon lights would be off. He entered into their room and found his loved friend crying; he noticed how his spasms 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 himself, would see him. He in silence brushed his teeth and put off lights. He could not sleep seeing his roommate on those conditions. When he thought that his friend was a little bit relaxed, approached his bed, and touched him on the shoulder; softly he said: "Please Jim, take it easy. I, I, I know your pain." Jim suddenly raised himself and still with a blur on his eyes and sobbing hugged him: "Sorry Francis. Thanks. I needed to get out of me all accumulated tensions during 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 tenderly. "Sorry Francis, I'm not so brave as I thought." "You are braver than the majority of the boys in 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 into the bathroom, Fran‡oise heard how Jim washed himself and returned to his bed. In a few minutes, they drifted to sleep. It was near dawn when Fran‡oise heard Jim crying in his nightmare: "Please, mom, please.don't leave me, I still need you.Frankie, please help me." Fran‡oise got up and went to Jim's bed; he was sweating and tears running on 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. Chapter 2.- In the school. The following day was Sunday. They slept until 8:30 when Fran‡oise woke Jim. "Come on Jim! It is 8:30 and dinning room close at 9:00" Jim woke with a yawn stretching out his arms. "C'mon lazy man, unless you don't want breakfast." Jim jumped from the bed naked as he had slept; his penis erect 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." Fran‡oise smiled 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 terrible 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 will remember it as a nightmare." "I had one last night. It was terrible." They had arrived to the main door and their hands were again free. He did not continue talking about his dream. Entered into the dinning room; about forty boys were already sat down. On Saturdays and Sundays, there were not 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 needed; unfortunately, there was not olive oil. They finished, put their trays on the conveyer and left happily talking. "And now what, my friend? Jim asked. Francis smiled, this was the first time that any boy had called him friend in the school. Francis looked his watch: "It is near 10:00. At 10:30 we have the mass." Jim kept silence and Francis guessed his thoughts. "I know you are not religious, I too; but this school is run by priests, so when you are in Rome." He did not needed 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 from Jim. "Sure, here you are", handling it to him. Jim looked it. It was a golden Omega, probably made in gold; he returned it to his friend. "It is beautiful, there are not many boys where I live that have one, only adult men have round ones in his pocket, as my dad" Francis did not say anything. He noticed how his friend was internally fighting because he was poor. In that moment he regretted to have 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 in the room. "What shall we wear, Francis? Jim asked. "The mass is something especial, therefore we must go in full uniform." The boys undressed to their underwear. Since they had short and long trousers in the wardrobe, Jim asked. "Francis, long or short trousers" "Well, that is up to you to decide, I prefer long. Now is cold and besides we are teenagers; however, they do not 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 am 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 into the little bathroom and combed his black hair. He looked at his figure on the mirror and he 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 fried. "How do I look" Francis stopped wearing his and looked at his handsome friend, he sighed slowly. "You look very, very smart, Jim." Jim turned around and saw his blonde friend, 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 handsome boy Francis." Francis deeply blushed. When he felt his shyness had gone he jabbed Jim on his ribs: "Come on caballero, we should not get late." They grinned with their hands entwined until reached the main door. They were happy young boys. They entered in 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 slowly. A few minutes later, the boys started leaving and when arrived the exit Jim saw the priest and Mr. Callous saying goodbye. 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 would kiss his hand" Near in a whisper Jim said: "Fuckoff! I would never kiss a man to whom I don't love, let alone a fucking priest." He realised of his strong words. "Sorry Francis for the unpleasant words, but this gets me upset. 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 short of 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, hanging the school dress neatly. "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? "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 did not know the school had a heated swimming pool." "It is a very new one with Olympic dimensions." Jim looked excited in view of that possibility; he looked his new friend saying: "Please Francis, can we go? "Of course we can. You must have a bath suit in your wardrobe. Francis felt a lovely stirring in his crotch only thinking he could see his friend near naked for some time. He rummaged in a drawer and extracted a shorts showing to Jim. He grinned as his friend showed the garment. "Francis, are you going to swim with that? "Yes. Why not?" "That would restrain your speed, you need Speedos, don't you have ones?" Jim showed him his. "Oh! I see." Both friends smiled. They wore their trunks and the sport tracksuit, took a towel and left for the pool. Once inside, after undressing, both jumped into the clear water, nobody was there. Fran‡oise did not know Jim's ability on swimming. "Let's make two laps to cover hundred metres." They started swimming. Jim soon could see Fran‡oise was much slower than he was; however, he adjusted his speed to him in order not to leave him behind. They thought were alone, however a man was warming up alone in a platform near the pool and was watching both boys swimming. When finally arrived to the point of start, he joined them. Francis arrived breathing heavily and sat trying to recover from the effort, however Jim continued swimming as a dolphin apparently as he had been walking on land. The man greeted them. "Hi Fran‡oise, 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 enlarged his 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? "My dad did. He learnt in the army." The coach looked both boys; he stepped back and looked to the body shape of both. 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 chocked and I know you could have done two laps while Fran‡oise could make one. Am I right? Jim blushed because he did not want to humiliate his friend under any circumstance, so he remained silence. Now the coach looked at the other boy. "Fran‡oise, you have the same shape as Jim has, that means you would swim as he does, if you would like it. Furthermore" he added, "I want you both for the school swimming team, group of your ages, 13-16. Please don't say No, I would be very disappointed." The boys looked each other, and then Fran‡oise said: "Jean Claude, it is a honour, but we need much time to study and besides I am not a good swimmer, you could observe it some minutes ago" "You are not going to spend more time on swimming than in any other sport. I would talk to the other coaches in order they relieve you from any exercise. Any time you should dedicate to sport, you would do to 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 Fran‡oise!" Fran‡oise smiled at his friend: "Ok Jean Claude, but you should not make me responsible if I do not fulfil your expectations." "Lovely." Jim said, hugging his friend. Fran‡oise 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 Fran‡oise can see you. To both of you: forget now about speed, that will come later; now I want you to learn the technique, nothing else." Jim jumped in the water and started swimming, the coach and Francis followed him walking along the pool border; then the coach pointed out: "Look Fran‡oise, Jim looks more as a fish than a person. His head remain under the water near all the time, his arms go forward and back without spitting water." They forgot the time, enthusiastically Fran‡oise 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 will 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!" Fran‡oise smiled and tickled his friend on the rib. "He is an Olympic Games silver medal, my friend." They had luncheon together being all talks round swimming. The boys were so excited that Jim asked: "Jean Claude, can we swim any time? The coach grinned: "I would suggest you swim any time, 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 it is more important, he has a beautiful soul." He was involved in his thoughts and suddenly the discussions between his father and Noel and Raphael's parents came into his memory 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." 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 as in Spain. "Go ahead; I like you are interested about our lives and country." Jim grinned. "Which is the political situation in France? You cannot believe what the news on TV or radio said in Spain because all are controlled by the Government's agents, and mostly are censored." "We know that. The political situation in this country I would say is something critical for the current President as he is going into the re-election. The elections will take place only within a few months ahead; 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 Right parties and the Church, which expects new concessions from the Government, especially in new private schools and universities; this against the old traditions since the Revolution that wanted public and free schools. The current President is a good man and had carried out a good policy; helped by the aid from USA and those French citizens that invested their money in order to restore the scars of the Second World War; however, he needs a new period to complete the Job. On the other side is 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. 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 would vote the Right because you live in the North." Francis grinned. "You are wrong. I am neutral and 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 own supporters, but that is a utopia. Jim change the subject. "Let's leave politic to politician. 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 is not their efficiency, but our money." Jim smiled; that reminded him the high cost that any student must paid to be in this institution; I must do my best in order not to disappoint Mr. Hermann. He thought. Jim took some paper and an envelope and started his first letter to his family, giving his first impressions about the school and how lucky he felt to have found a friend like Fran‡oise. His friend was sat down on his armchair reading some material for the first class next day. For a moment, he put his book aside and looked to Jim. He saw his black 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 word they spent the evening, soon Jim heard his friend 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 dinning room was quiet, only round 30 students were there eating in silence. "I'll finish my letter and I'll have a look into 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, Fran‡oise 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 to accompany you." Fran‡oise 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 said: "Jim, I'm sure you would have done the same to me if I were you. I love being helpful to someone; however, you are especial 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 face, but he was sure he was very, very sad in 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 a mysterious to him. "Let's be back, you need to end your letter and I will receive a phone call round 8:00. "How do you know it?" "Well, I do not write letters, perhaps I'm too lazy. My dad and uncle Carl call me every Sunday night about 8:00." He felt silly again; "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 calling his family." He had plenty money in his wardrobe, he would have liked to give it to him telling him to call his family. 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 near the dorm building; he put his hand 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 down 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" Jim 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 a nice dream my friend. I'm tired with the swimming and the excitement." "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 dinning room and in the swimming team; they were not best friends but the rest of the students saw them as 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. That was not true but they did not deny it, "it is good for us if they believe it"; 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 commentaries regarding Jim and Fran‡oise, he got upset and called them apart, in order Jim or Fran‡oise 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 commentaries 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? Chapter 3.- The incident Saturday arrived and they were very tired without time to think on anything that was not their own works. Fran‡oise 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. "Come on lazy, it is time for breakfast." Fran‡oise 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, a letter for me!!!", he said to his friend. He was nervous and run upstairs to open it. They entered in their room, Francis laid 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 hand written for both sides. Eagerly though slowly, he started reading the pages, as an especial sweet that you didn't want ever end. Francis kept silence, he knew how important that moment was for Jim. He read once and again read 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 chocked. "For me?" "Yes, my dad sends you his best regards and thanks for all your help, besides 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 want you to read it, if you like, of course." Francis did not know what to do. Jim surprised him every moment, and 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 emotions and Jim saw 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 you every Sunday as dad does. He does not mind and he never ask to read what I write, so I'm 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, but he was not there, 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 everyday to help me, so we take the opportunity to have a good time when we are cleaning. I don't want to go into details; you know him and me. Please tell Fran‡oise 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. The greatest hug of the world for you, big bro. Frankie. "Dear Jim, I do subscribe Frankie's, but tell Fran‡oise that we would not need five minutes, only one, if we were together. Little Francis is upset with us because he could not go to the rail station to say you 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 blushed several times reading it. What did they mean?. Of course, he could not ask, however he envied Jim in spite of being poor. He did not know he was very, very rich; he had something he had missed and looked during his young 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 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 seems to be; it must be beautiful to have someone to whom to rely upon so strong as they do." "You are absolutely right, I am very fortunate, and I must recognize it." "How is John?" "He is something especial, 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 got 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 o less as my dad, but prettier. John is not so cute as Frankie, but he has something especial, a charm on his face that you must love him, even if you do not wanted it. Besides, both are the cleverest boys I ever met. Dad says that they would be able to reach any objective they proposed, if they like it." "Frankie says he loves John, are they 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; the closest, apart from my dad and uncle Carl, has been my sister Margarita, but she is a girl." Francis was now sad; Jim noticed he 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 Fran‡oise was with him. Same happened to Francis, he had a nightmare, someone had told Jim he was homo, he saw 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 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 previous one; 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. 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 the boy to whom he secretly loved so hard. "Jim, it is near time for my dad's call. I'll see you later." "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. 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 Fran‡oise, 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. Fran‡oise 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 a lovely news and we are happy with them, of course they are about you." "Me?" "Yes, you. To be precise, 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 in spite of having larger load of work. It had been commented during the education weekend meeting in the school." "Probably they are exaggerating. Yes, I have improved on swimming, more than I never believed, but to be brilliant." "Fran‡oise, little son" uncle Carl said: "they are no exaggerating, and you know that; is it James?" Francis kept silence, however uncle Carl knew him better than his own father, he could not tell untruths to him. He had been as a second father and sometimes as a mother to him. "Yes, uncle Carl, he, he, is so wonderful. so nice, beautiful and honest." "You love him, don't you" Francis did not respond, his yes became blur 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 does not 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 am very scared, terrible scared that he may find out. and reject me. That would be terrible. I am sure I would not be able to carry on with it. Please, dad, please uncle Carl, can't you help me? He was now pleading, sobbing quietly. Uncle Carl then said: "Son, please take it easy! If he is honest, you don't need to be scared. However, you have you own pride. Eventually, what would be the worst to happen? He knows you love him and he does not love you? If this is the case, he will continue being your friend and your pal; however, you need to be fair and honest to him; don't wait he knows thru other person, you must be brave, and if necessary, tell him clearly which your feelings are. That is what I did with your dad, and you know we have been the happiest couple in France." He had been as his mother since she left, caring him, eve sometimes with great sacrifices." "Uncle Carl, I prefer to continue like I'm now. I cannot risk his kindness, his laugh, his sight. Sorry uncle Carl, 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 love 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." "Fran‡oise, in view you don't want to risk anything, the only solution is to wait and see, however, you are also risking to lose him; you cannot always be in 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, 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, to order his thoughts. He ended the conversation, thanked the lady and went for a walk thru the trees in the school park. Still was not time for bed, the night was clear but chilly, so he wrapped himself on his overcoat and started walking along the school park. 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 near 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 to hear their gasps and as a boy was telling "I love you Noel, I love you" and the answer "I love you, too, Raphael; please don't leave me." He blushed; he felt a twinge in his stomach; however, felt how his dick started to grow inside his trousers. He turned around, however, in spite of his silence, Raphael could see his blond hair in the darkness; there was not any other boy in the school with such a white hair. Raphael trembled; nevertheless, he thought they had been very lucky; Fran‡oise 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 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 own sex? Why I must 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. It is true that they behave different when they are outside their house or when have visitors." He did not realize he was near 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 near. "Jim! What are you doing here, I thought you still were writing to your family." Jim smiled his friend as he stood up. "I did not 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." In spite of their coats, they run and soon went up to their room. Francis could not get rid from his memory the scene of the two boys kissing and caressing tenderly; his cock jumped 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 in the bathroom, sighed, and moaned loudly as he reached the point of not return. Monday started with the noise of five-days borders entering into the building. He saw the two Marseilles' boys near entering in the class; Raphael made as he was to tie his shoe and Francis reached him. They were alone. "Fran‡oise, please." Francis stopped and turned to see his pal. "Can I help you, Raphael?" The boy looked into those lovely blue eyes looking 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." "Fran‡oise we. sorry." Francis stopped him by putting his finger on his own lips as signals of silence. "Raphael, don't worry. In fact I, I, I envy you both." Francis run to his classroom, he sat near Jim. He was red just thinking what he had said. For the first time he had discovered his feelings to a stranger. Meanwhile Raphael was breathing hard, his heart jumping into his chest. Fran‡oise 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 was in debt with Fran‡oise. 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 said: "This will be a fair competition, I want to test and know how far we have gone. The race will be of four hundred meters free style, relieving each other every one hundred. You have ten minutes to arrange yourselves. I won't interfere." Then Jim said: "The big one is for me." I know we are better than those stupid and proud Parisians are, however I think we should not humiliate them, after all, they are part of our team. "Alright. The gascon 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 been in the water, they moved in it as dolphins. They heard the coach: "Ready? The gascon 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; 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 50 meters he had reduced drastically the difference; the rest of Parisian were shouting to 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 as a fish, his head under the water taking it out every four strokes, however the Parisian was forcing and after turning the first 50 meters he was breathing on every stroke. Jim arrived with 10 meters of advantage. The last relief was for Fran‡oise; as Jim, he was more a fish than a boy swimming; he was increasing the distance, however he slowed himself in order to permit the other boy reduce the gap between them. In the second half, he continued his steady comfortable swimming. The gap now was 30 meters; however before he reached the end, he disappeared under the water; he dived and appeared just one meter before the end. He went out the swimming pool and he hugged his friends. They observed how the Parisians discussed; the coach did not move, however 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 gascon approached the to four boys 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-days boarders left on Friday afternoon, as soon as classes ended at 5:00 pm; some also left round 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 to go thru the forest that made shorter their way to the dorm building. A few minutes later, Jim left the library following the same way. When he was in the forest he saw the three Parisian boys teasing and pushing Francis, then he run 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 boy said. "It is my business because he is my best friend." "He is a sissy and we don't want sissies in this school", added the tall boy. "If he is a sissy it is up to him, unless you are a sissy too and he does not 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 and did not use that type of vocabulary. Jim continued: "You are fucking cowards to attack my friend in a lonely place and three against one." The three Parisians were white and nervous, on contrary as 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 said: "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 round to go; the Parisians boys could not leave things as they were, especially the elder one; they had been chickened out by a younger boy, in spite of being a street boy, as they classified him. Jim was accustomed to deal with braggart boys like those, so he was expecting their reaction that came as soon as he turned round. The big boy launched his strong fist against Jim's head, however Jim was ready, and expecting him; in a fraction of second he turned around moving his head to one side with his fists clenched. The boy fist rubbed his shoulder but Jim's left fist reached the boy stomach; the boy bent in pain, 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 down and the other did not move as he was punching the boy. Two hands took him apart. "It is enough, Fran‡oise; please take it easy." It was Noel and Raphael, however he was full of rage. As he saw his friends and especially Jim, he run away, leaving them with the Parisians trying to stand up. He reached his room and launched himself on the bed crying softly: "My God, why? Why?" He was sobbing, tears flooding his eyes. "Oh my God, he knows now what I am; he will leave me. Why? Why? I love you Jim, I love you with all my heart. Now he will hate me! Why did they do that to me? I never hated them. Oh my God! Why?" He was crying inconsolably. When Francis run, Jim facing the Parisian boys and pointing his finger to them, said: "You, forget that we are in the 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 sissy. Was it true? He went to his room; the door was ajar and Francis crying in silence. He 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 contemplated those beautiful cheeks covered with tears. He put his arm round the boy right shoulder and tenderly pulled him turning on his back. Francis opened widely his blue eyes as he was surprised by Jim's presence; he had not heard the door. Jim saw those beautiful 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; I love you "Mon petit Coeur." Francis could not believe what was happening. "Am I dreaming as many other times?" "No Francis, you are not. I love you, too." Jim kissed him again. Now he parted Francis teeth, he resisted a little bit because he ignored how to kiss another person, however he opened his mouth and Jim introduced his tongue in Francis' mouth. Everything was new for the blond boy, but Jim caressed his blond 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 to spurt his own, too. They hugged gently, Jim caressing his friend's neck and kissing his hair. Jim separated from Francis to see him better. "Jim, are, are, are you." He could not finish because Jim kissed him again, now more passionately. "It is not a dream, Francis. I love you." 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 stroking his friend cock as Francis did the same to him. They kissed passionately their mouths, faces, and neck. Soon Francis arched his hips, stopped breathing as his dick started to shoot his warm white cream up, landing on his near hairless crotch. Jim also reached his point of not 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 in 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 kissed again to Jim, and smiling told him. "Jim, we must get rid of all this mess before someone can see us. "I love you Francis." He kissed his blond friend again. They rose from the bed; Jim took all his clothes off, tossing them into the laundry basket and entered into the tiny bathroom to shower. Jim did the same and when the warm water was pouring along the boy's body, Jim entered and joined Francis under the showerhead; but the place was prepared for one person. Francis grinned when he saw Jim's intentions; he loved every moment, every move. "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, their young cocks together. He placed his lips on Francis' and kissed him passionately. They started grinding their crotches, very tight; Francis noticed his dick rubbing against Jim's. Jim kissed him and their tongues swirled inside their mouths 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 as their bodies were so tight. He slid himself down, dragging Jim with him. They sat on the floor with their bodies as one, their leg crossed and their cocks and ball sacks tight. Jim without breaking his kiss took in his hand both penises and started to jack them off; Francis also put his had together with his lover's, and with an increasing pace, they started moving up and down. Broke their kiss and started biting slightly their necks. After a couple of minutes, 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, kissed and hugged again. Jim cut off the water and looking into those wet blue beautiful eyes, he said: "I love you "Mon petit Coeur." After all, I got rid of your sadness." "I love you Jim. You will never know how much I love you." He kissed Jim tenderly; their dicks were flaccid and satisfied. They ended their shower, got dressed with clean clothes and happily went to the dinning room in order 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 would not be able resist that Jim." He said sadly. Jim raised his chin and kissed him tenderly. "Don't worry, my love, we will take care of that." He kissed his blond lover again and 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. Chapter 4.- The new life They arrived to the dinning room and found Noel and Raphael already sat at the table. They greeted their friends; Noel and Raphael looked at them, their mouths agape. Jim grinned as they sat down. "Have you seen a ghost?" "Yes, you are the ghosts!. Your eyes are sparking of happiness. Fran‡oise is. so different... It seems the fight has transformed you." "Well." Francis mumbled. "Jim has told me a joke and it was so funny." He looked at Jim smiling because now the problem was on Jim's side. "Yes, it is a lovely joke." "Please tell us", Noel insisted. Fortunately, he saw the waitress coming to take their order. "Sorry I can't do that 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 near guessed, but they nodded to Jim idea. Francis looked to the table number 20 where the three Parisians were sitting with sad faces, one of the two younger had 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 Parisians boys, Francis 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 dinning room. The boys saw them approaching and stood up ready. Fran‡oise seriously said: "Boys, we regret what has happened 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. In that moment, he would have liked to hug and kiss him right there. The Parisian were boys still with their souls clean of hate, so the three immediately extended their hands and shook Fran‡oise and Jim 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. "Thank you boys, it is always a pleasure to have friends." They left the table radiant of happiness as they also saw the other boys' faces with smiles, reflecting their relieves. They returned to the table and Noel asked: "What have you done?" Jim answered him. "You could not believe it. He has arranged peace with our offenders. In fact they are not bad boys because also were thinking 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 rooms chatting all the way. Noel and Raphael had room number 2, so they wished good nights and continued to their room. Once they went thru the door, Jim extended his arm and took Francis from behind to his chest. "I love you "Mon petit Coeur." He placed his lips on Francis' and kissed him tenderly with a long kiss. 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 shamed because you are more than great, you are the best in the world." Francis could not resist so much happiness and some tears came thru his white cheeks. "I love you Jim, I never was 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. I love you." He kissed him again. Jim tenderly separated from him, still with their hands entwined; he locked the door and took Francis to his bed. He guessed what Jim and he wanted, but it was too dangerous. "Jim, my love, we cannot risk. "Don't worry, my little angel, we are risking nothing." He trusted on his new lover. I will undress you Francis, I want to make you to feel happy. "I never was so happy as I'm now, Jim; but do whatever you like." Jim smiled and kissed his friend. Systematically, he took off all Francis garments, kissing him every part of that beautiful body. The blond boy was already very hard. "Please, let me pay you back." Jim consented and Francis did the same to him. Jim kissed him passionately and laid him down on his back on the bed. Jim straddled him and started licking and kissing Francis earlobes, then his neck, sucking his hard nipples one after the other. Francis had no sexual experience and he was overwhelmed in lust. As Jim retreated to kiss his chest, their dick rubbed and Francis could not resist his needs. He took Jim's head to his face and desperately he kissed him as his dick started to discharge his semen. Jim smiled, and when Francis recovered his breath, he continued his journey along his body. "I love you Francis. I love you "Mon petit Coeur" "Please Jim, I want to do it to you the same. I'm not so good as you are, but I love you." Jim smiled the expression of innocence of his lover, then he turned round, so his belly was now over Francis face. He followed Jim's actions and soon he got in front of Jim's hard cock. 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 electrical discharge when he felt the warmth of Jim mouth round his ball, so he eagerly did the same. Jim was not very far from his orgasm and he 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 smiled and resumed his job; suddenly took Francis dick into his mouth. Francis moaned in pleasure and pushed up his dick; at the sane 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. That wonderful feeling arrived. Jim pushed down his dick and Francis arched his hips until Jim lips were touching his crotch. They stopped breathing thru his noses and started shooting his load 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 round 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 lips. "I love you Francis. You are a beautiful angel. Did you enjoy it? Francis blue eyes looked into those black wells of Jim and gently kissed him. "I love you Jim. 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 permit. We must be very careful, especially outdoors." They kissed tenderly and Francis started to caresses Jim hair. Jim took Francis hand and kissed his palm. "I love you Francis." "I love you Jim." They were now satisfied, so they got up from the bed and joking showered and dressed only with their tracksuits, without any underwear. Jim unlocked the door and sat on the large sofa looking into each other eyes with their hands entwined. "Jim, who taught you to make so nice sex things?" "Well, it is difficult to say. Since I don't have a few years older brother, my dad gave me my first instructions." "Your dad?" "Yes my dad. When I was nine, he saw 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. Where I would find the most 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 in 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." "That's correct." "On contrary of me that I am na‹ve 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. "But instinct made the rest." "I love you Jim. You had a good idea 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, in spite we have ejaculated five times today." In that moment, they heard knocks on their door. They looked at each other because did not expect anybody; and less anybody knocking 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 we wanted your confirmation. How long." "A few hours, only ten minutes after the fight. And you?" Jim asked. Noel looked 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 was not difficult. We knew each other since we were babies. We have been in the same school together, play soccer together; we looked more as twins than friends. Our families are very close since my parents came from Spain. Noel's dad helped them a lot to build new life in France. In my tenth birthday's celebration, I invited Noel to my room to see all my presents. As usually, 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 saying: Please Noel can you continue? "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 continued: We were laughing, however in that moment Raphael became serious, he approached his face to mine and kissed me on the lips. I felt his lips as an electrical discharge thru my body, strangely, my little weenie started to grow and I did not understand why; only that his lips were lovely and that I wanted 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 Noel." Please Raphael, continue yourself." "I still was confused, I think Noel had a more clear idea than me. He looked at me and then kissed me, even for a longer time. "I love you too, my pretty friend." That is what he said. We stood up and kissed again. Then we left for the dinning 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. A couple of months later was Noel's birthday and when we went to see his presents we kissed again several times. My dad saw 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 did not mind we loved each other, however we had to promise no one would know it, even our brothers and sisters and we would never kiss when anyone were present, including themselves. We have complied our promise up today." Jim then said: "For me is not 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 others couples, including the two younger Parisians to whom, you Francis, hit and a little 11 y/o couple. Probably these little boys are his first year in love and in the school. The problem is that if they are not warned to take care in his innocence, if some teacher see them, probably they will get them split 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 Jim could help them, however, we must be sure that they will keep the mouth shut." "Me? How? "They swim everyday in the other side of the pool, and I heard them that you are their hero as they are very fond of swimming. The day of our race, both were in a corner and I looked how they shouted 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. Changing subject, do you know when the counsellor check your room during the night?" "Do you mean day and time?" "Yes" Francis was startled with his love question; they did not know why he was making that question. "There is no a fix date or time, so you must be very careful with your caresses." Raphael said while Francis blushed. "Please, try to remember and put it down on a paper; I want to do something" "I wonder what is in your mind, but we'll do it. One thing is for sure, he never comes twice in the same night." He grinned slyly. "Ok, we must leave. I'll see you tomorrow on breakfast. Goodnights." They said goodnights and left. Jim saw his friend gaze, he took Francis' face in his palm and kissed him tenderly. "What's going on, Jim?" "I'll tell you tomorrow, my little 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 to fill again their mutual love; Francis loved Jim's pitchy laugh and he was captivated by those large black eyes, he could not help but kiss him passionately. "I love you too much, Jim" He placed again his lips on Jim's before he could even answer. The tongues met once more this day and soon they felt their dick pushing against each other crotch. "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 mutual love the sweetest act of their lives. They mutually explored their bodies, kissed, and finally exploded in a wonderful orgasm full of tenderness. When they recovered, licked their mutual semen, so they did not need to shower again; then Francis slid to his left side facing Jim. "I love you Francis. I never thought I would be so happy in this school." Francis kissed his lover again. "I love you too, Jim. You have brought the light into my soul. Will you love me forever? Because I am sure I will." He looked that beautiful face, caressing the blond locks on his forehead; tenderly and very soft and serious he said: "I don't know if we will 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 will never stop loving you; that is for sure. You have stolen my heart, my beautiful lover, and I'm very happy you did." "Thanks my handsome boy. Those are the most beautiful words I ever heard. I love you Jim." They kissed tenderly and cuddle in the bed. Jim was facing the door and Francis him with his arms wrapped round 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?" "Of course not. I had forgotten that fact, however I prefer you leave the door locked, in any case we may have an argument 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 kissed his loved boy neck and Jim did Francis' arm placed on his chest. They said goodnights and drifted to sleep. At 6:30 the clock started to sound, Jim kissed his lover's face, went to the door and unlocked it, then into his bed. As he expected, at 7:00, he heard the door quietly being opened, and after a few seconds closed again. He smiled and drifted again to sleep. Saturday was the sport day, so they joined Noel and Raphael, and the four boys, after many jokes, they wore the Speedos and went to the swimming pool where Jean Claude was waiting for them to continue their training, looking forward to the mid December races. As soon as they entered, Jim spotted the two eleven years old boys swimming in the left side. They were diving; Jim jumped into the water, he felt as he was in his own element, he could not explain himself why he felt so good there. He dove and swam so easy as he was a fish. In one of his dives, he could see how the little boys were touching each other crotches, even they lightly kissed under the water; they saw him and immediately stopped, emerging to the surface. The boys were not shy, however they knew he had seen them; on the other hand, they wanted badly to be friend of that big boy. One of them approached Jim. "James, how can you swim like that? You look more like an otter than a man." Jim was surprised even that they knew his name. "Please call me Jim, I am only a couple of years older than you are." The boys blushed and grinned at him. "I don't know boys, some person are born with a determined characteristics, some run, son jump and some swim." "Yes, but you do it very well. Can you teach Paul and me? Well my name is Patrick." "Ok Patrick, when we end our training we will do some things. Now return to your exercises, otherwise the coach may get upset. As soon as they finished Jim launched himself in the far corner, the boys immediately joined him with a lovely smile on their little round faces. He looked into those brown eyes and softly said: "Will you still be my friends if I said you something? The boys got serious. "Of course, and thank to consider us your friends." Then Jim bluntly said to them. "You love each other, don't you? The boys blushed and did not know what to say, but they thought that if Jim was his friend they did not need to be scared. "Yes, we, we, we love each other, but we do nothing wrong." "Patrick, Paul; I am not arguing against it, but it is too obvious that you love each other; my friends and I have noticed it, if we could detect it, some other could, too; let's say a teacher, or a counsellor. I would suggest you take an extremely care when you fondle each other; you must do it when you are absolutely sure, and I mean, absolutely sure that no one can see you. You are too smart and I don't want you to be separated." The boys were astonished, but they were clever enough to understand Jim was giving them a good advice. "Thank you Jim, we will take care", Paul said; he then added: "Now I know why a boy of my class is always sobbing, to such a point that I have heard that he's leaving the school." "Why? Jim inquired. "Because he was in love with other boy, they were like twins. With different arguments they changed him to a different room, then classroom and finally sport team." Jim tousled their wet hair and said: "So, I am not wrong, am I?" "Of course not. Thanks again Jim, they won't catch us. On the other hand, we are not doing anything." Jim stopped him because he knew he was going to lie. "Whatever you do is of your own business and no one has the right to interfere in it, however, rules are rules and we cannot break them, if we want to stay in this school." "You are right Jim, thanks again." "Ah! I forgot. Are you catholic? "Yes, we are. Why?" "Then, if you go to confess, you must lie. Never admit that you touch each other or kiss. You can say that you jerk off your wienie or similar, but, I repeat, never admit that you do with other person." "But that would be a sin", Patrick innocently said. "It is a bigger sin to release what you have confessed." The boys opened their mouths in disbelief. "But it is supposed that a priest cannot release a single word about what you confess!" Patrick argued. Jim again ruffled the boy's hair. "Patrick, you can do whatever you like or want, I'm only warning you. You will learn more when you are older, however, then could be too late. Ah! Never, never try to do anything in the toilettes" Then Jim added: "How do you think they found out about your friends? Saying that, Jim jumped again into the water, leaving the two boys thinking about what he had said. Chapter 5.- Jim's brother story They ended their day training; the little boys gazed at Jim and grinned. Paul said: "Thanks Jim for your training." Jim laughed. They returned to their dorm and later to the dinning room for lunch. They met Noel and Raphael, joked and laughed as any boy of their age, taking care not to show any signals of their mutual love that was his best tool to fight against that taboo. When they finished and were near the dorm building, Noel said: "Jim, here you are the dates and time the counsellor checked on our room. Sorry we cannot give you a better information, we can do from now on, if necessary." Jim looked the paper and said: "I think it is enough. What are you going to do now? "Well, we have some work to do for a couple of hours." "Ok, we wait for you in our room in two hours time." The boys agreed to the displeasure of Francis that wanted to be free and alone with Jim in their room." "Jim, why did you invited them to our room? We have work to do, but most important I like to be with you alone." He smiled to Jim and continued slowly. "I cannot feel your lovely eyes with witnesses." Jim pressed his love's hand. "I know that, but I have something important to say. They are our best friends and I want to share with them my discovery." That even puzzled Francis more. They entered in their room and before Francis could give a further step, he caught him from behind his neck and kissed him passionately. "I will explain you right now, but please, lock that door." Francis grinned. As he was returning Jim's kiss; he grabbed his tracksuit trousers and yanked them down; Francis stepped out and he took himself his upper clothes off. Jim kissed him passionately with his right hand caressing his friend ball sack and cock. Francis' dick immediately got very hard. "Please Jim, let's go to the bed. I need you." Before they reached Jim's bed, he got stark naked, his cock jerking in needs. They kissed again; their tongues swirled inside their mouths, chins now covered with saliva and dicks pouring precum. Soon Francis turned and adopted a 69 position, they impatiently took their dicks into their mouths, sucking eagerly them; they were moaning lost in their lust. A few minutes later Jim arched his hips and Francis pushed down his as they reached their mutual climax, starting to spurt their little load of white cream. They sucked and swallowed their lover nectar until felt their respective dicks were getting soft after another beautiful orgasm. Francis returned to his original position now completely relaxed and happy- "We needed this" Jim said. "I was missing it since this morning." Francis was hypnotized by those large black eyes of his lover. "I love you Jim, I need you. I would like to be here only gazing at you until I am fed up of you, but I'm sure that would take ages." Jim looked to his blond boy tenderly, put apart the locks on his forehead, and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you too my Francis. I do not know how, but we must do something to be together without being scared of someone. "It happens the same to me. I would like to keep you leaning on my chest until I am full of your smell, your hair. you are so beautiful." They kissed again, their young dicks again were getting alive; however, they realized needed to do their homework; therefore kissing tenderly separated, got dressed and unlocked the door. They extracted some notebooks and after an hour, their works had finished. Jim then extracted a large sheet where he had developed a chart; on top were all week days and in the left margin numbers 1 to 50. He then said: "Please, come here, Mon petit Coeur." That made very happy to Francis that immediately surrounded Jim from behind and kissed him on his neck, ears and finally on the lips. Jim jokingly said: "Do you want me to show this or shall we go to the bed again? Francis smiled and kissed him again. "I'd do with pleasure, but Raphael and Noel will be here within some minutes. Please let me know your discovery." "I know the time and the day when the counsellor will come to check in any room." Francis thought his friend was joking. "How is that possible? Are you a wizard? " "Well, there is a margin for error, but very little. I have studied his daily checking in our room, so this morning I knew he would come at 7:00 as he did. Look Francis, you are very good in maths and this is a logical chart. They do not make visits in a random way as it seems to be; the director is a bright math professor and I'm sure he has developed a chart like this and maintains secret. These people are obsessed with security; of course, they have reasons for that. This school has a high prestige in France since the Middle Age. There are princes, sons of ministers and most of boys coming from wealthy and aristocratic families. They do not admit any private safeguarding in the school; the freedom inside is essential for a good education equal to all students. Furthermore, did you observe the high iron fence round the school? In addition, the night patrols with dogs? What about the control at the main gate? "Yes I did. But it is normal, they are responsible for all of us while we are in the school." "Exactly!" Jim said. "That is the key question. This school produces a lovely dividend to the priests and they must keep their business absolutely sure; therefore they don't mind to leave a boy going out the school, but whenever an adult takes that responsibility on, so they always want to be in the safe side. However, still they are not absolutely sure, so have established a room checking during night time in order to be sure that all boys are onboard. However, if they did checking at the same hour, like a bank's security guard, soon boys would have discovered; and what is more important, strange people could find out. That was the base of many escapes from German concentration camps, because they stupidly were like machines; except in the Navy. A clever admiral did a similar chart to contact their submarine fleet. The director has developed a chart to visit rooms; apparently, it seems random, but it is not. They built an electrical panel, only changing a contact it altered the new position of the lights on the panel." Francis kept silence during a couple of minutes as his young brains thought about what his lover was explaining. "You are right, this is a sequential number, and so, knowing two of the digits you can know all the rest." Francis looked into his friend eyes and kissed him gently. "As you say, you're a fucking clever." Francis blushed since he was not accustomed to use this word. In that moment, someone knocked on the door, Raphael, and Noel entered. "Well, which is the aim of this lovely meeting?. Jim stood up and explained all about his findings. They remained in silence for some time, and then Noel said: "Does anyone know about this? "Only us" answered Francis. "It is fantastic! We can do whatever we like without caring about being caught." Noel said. "Well, we must take into consideration the errors caused by human beings. Though French are not so square minded as the Nazis were, therefore you will never be one hundred per cent sure; so I would suggest you lock your door, you may always find an excuse for it." Jim said. "We must leave. Have a good time and goodnights. Ah! I forgot. I think you have a letter in your box, Jim." As soon as Jim heard that, he jumped from the coach and left. A couple of minutes later he entered, his eyes sparking of happiness. "It is from home." Francis said nothing, he smiled, and approaching his friend, he kissed him on the neck, then he sat on the coach waiting for Jim to finish his reading. He observed with delight his loved boy; how his face illuminated as sometimes he smiled. He reread the letter again, and then he kissed it. Francis could see the tenderness in his friend's eyes, as well as a couple of tears on his cheeks; however he knew they were of happiness. He stood and still with the sheets in hand he said: "They all send a lot of love to you, especially Frankie and John. They have worked hard along with the rest of boys; the house is ready, so in these moments Frankie and John are having their first sleepover in the new home. Little Francis also wanted to be there, however Joan said he wanted to be with his granddad; therefore little Francis postponed it in order not to disgust his little brother. I can imagine what they are doing and will do tonight." Francis approached his friend, took his hand and tenderly he kissed him on the lips. "I love you, Jim. Can I do something to compensate you? I can't replace them but I love you." He looked to his beautiful blond friend and kissed him. "I know Francis, but I still miss them a lot; this is the first time I have left them. Please give me as much love as you can. I have given all I have to "Mon petit Coeur." "Please Jim, lock the door." They locked the door and passionately they made love until their young bodies were exhausted, however always scared thinking that someone could knock on it. They ended their lovemaking, had a quick shower, and went under the bed covers, however. Francis felt fresh and did not want to sleep, he caressed Jim hair: "Jim you said that little Francis is blond and your elder brother, too." "Yes. Tomas is blond and has curly hair; now is getting white." "Sorry I am curious. You have said that you discovered you had an elder brother when you were ten. How happens." "Well, now we have time and can tell you the story as he told me. My dad and John's father were young and during a ball met two girls that did not want to dance with anybody; however my dad separated them and started dancing. One was blond. To make it short, the blond girl fell in love with my dad, and the other girl and Charles, John's dad, fell in love each other; some time later Charles married her. My father visited the blond girl and fucked her until she stopped the relationship; she was pregnant, however she did not tell anything to my dad because she knew my dad did not love her. She quickly married other boy who always was trying to get her. She was honest and told him was expecting a baby that would come about eight months later. My brother was born and his apparent father was glad because the boy was blond, so he could say the child was his. The man fucked his wife but she did not get pregnant. Tomas, my brother grew, and when he was four his father started getting drunk and spanking his mother and some times him. The man was frustrated because he could not have a son of his own and besides, the little boy features resembled to my dad, except the hair." Jim jumped from the bed, rummaged in a wardrobe's drawer, and extracted a notebook. "Francis, read it; I put it down as he told me." Francis took it and started reading while Jim cuddled near his friend: ""The first time I directly contacted dad I was six. "My mom took me to the school as every child of my age did. I remember him, very strong, tall and not dressed as a formal teacher, but as a wonderful and powerful man, covering his strong chest with a short sleeves shirt, no jacket; no moustache; no beard; he was a man, not a teacher, I thought. He received us. My mother talked to him with his head down avoiding his sight; then he said: "Please, Tomas, sit down on the first row, on that desk with Peter." My mother left and I looked at the door and then to the big man, I met his smile and large eyes looking at me, giving me strength in my new situation. I forgot my fears and my mother and started my tasks. That first day nothing else happened except that, when I tried to look at him I always met his eyes and his smile. After that day, I noticed he was affectionate with me, always trying to help me, to teach me; he ruffled my blond hair and my back when I left for the following day. I did not say anything to mom, only that I wanted eagerly the next day to come to go to the school; very unusual for a child of six. His caresses increased as he helped me; he sat down near me and I smiled at him; I felt comfortable and learning very quick, he seemed very happy and proud with my presence. Our friendship increased and I always delayed myself, leaving the classroom the last one. As you know, we had classes even on Saturday morning. One of those days, as he was preparing to close the doors, I said: "Sir, I would like today was Monday and not Saturday." He kneeled in front of me and asked me: "Why, Tomas? I doubted but I dared to say: "Because I like the school and to be with you." Before he could react, I kissed him on the cheek and left running to the door. I rushed to my house without stopping, it was not far, only five houses separated from school, at that time it was the last street on the road to John's farm and the school had only two classes, one for boys and one for girls. My little heart was beating into my chest; and I blushed only to think what I had done; but I felt happy, very happy. On Monday I got up early in order to be in the school the first one to arrive, I wanted the other boys did not see me to blush when I met him. As soon as the door opened, I entered, he looked at me and again he kneeled; I kissed him and he kissed me saying: "Good morning Tomas." That was right the beginning. When he needed a boy to order books, to clean a chair or anything, I was a volunteer to do the job. My heart wanted his caresses, to be with him. He always had little attentions with me, a pencil, a notebook, a tales book, little things that conquered my heart, needed of a dad's affection. After some months, I had learnt to read. I learnt during a few months what normally took near two years to most of the children. Of course, I still read with some difficulty. One spring day, near the summer, I wanted to read a tale, however, there were difficult words I could not understand. During the break, I remained on my desk. He was sat reading on a book and watching me; then he said: "Tomas, don't you go out for the break?" "No, it is more interesting this tale, but there are some words I cannot understand." "Come here and I'll explain them to you." I got up and went to his desk; he took me from my chest and sat on his lap. I felt so happy. when he thought other boys would return, he kissed me on my cheek, fondled my hair and said: "now you can continue yourself." I sat on my desk and I looked at him; he grinned at me and I grinned back to him. I that moment I wanted to hug him and kiss him all round his face.but he was only my teacher. Time passed quickly and summer arrived. It was hot and I could not see him. Where is he? I asked myself. I played sometimes near the school and his house that formed a single building. I thought: "what does he do when there is no school?" I was seven and September came and again the school. I was the first to enter, I wanted to hug him, but there were all new boys and mothers waiting, so I looked at him and he looked at me smiling, as saying: "be patient, later." The first break came and all boys rushed outside. A door connected his house with the classroom and he disappeared thru it. When nobody was in the room I went thru the door, he was waiting for me kneeled. I launched myself into his arms and I hugged and kissed him, as I wanted to do since the school had closed. He did the same; he fondled my hair my back and kissed my forehead and cheeks. "I love you sir, I have missed you a lot" He tenderly separated me and looking into my eyes, he said: "I love you too, Tomas, I have missed you a hip." "Sure you missed me? "Yes I did." He then kissed me again. "But if they see us together may envy you and think that I'm not fair with them, because I love all my pupils" he immediately added "But not as much as I love you." I smiled satisfied, I did not want to share his love with anyone, he continued: "Since we love each other you cannot call me "Sir" when we are alone, you can call me Frank; however this is our secret little Tomas, no one, do you hear me? No one must know that we love each other. Do you understand? "Yes Sir" He looked at me smiling "Yes Frank", I repeated. He hugged and kissed me and we entered in the classroom, the boys started to return from the break. Some weeks passed and we established the trick when the last boy had left at the end of the day, or in the break, I would enter in his house. We then caressed, kissed and talked about many things a boy of seven could do. I was terrible happy and mom could not understand why. I was near eight when one day I was trying to read a difficult paragraph and found some difficult words, but instead of start asking in that moment I waited until the break came: "Frank I don't understand these words, please can you." I approached his desk, he lifted me on his lap to read with me, but I moved down again. He was terrible shocked, I noticed the fears in his eyes, so I extended my arms and kissed his cheek. He then sighed and asked me: "Have you hurt yourself?" I doubted to answer but I said: "No, I did not, my father spanked me last Saturday evening with his belt because I spilt some milk. I cannot sit down." I noticed how he greeted his teeth and the muscles of his face hardened; the pencil he had in hands broke into two parts, I heard him saying: "Oh my God, why? Why?. " He wanted to comfort me because he saw my tears coming out. He hugged and kissed me; then said: "Take this cushion and put it on your desk, don't explain it to anyone, fortunately your pal sits near you is sick; when we finish you remain in your desk until I close the door." When he locked the door, he took me in his arms lifting me to his chest. I started crying as he caressed my neck and back kissing me repeatedly. "Take it easy son, please don't cry", but that even made me to cry harder. He sat on the large coach with me in his arms; he had already lit a fire on the fireplace that lighted the room. When I was calmed down he looked at me and kissed my cheek again. "Please Tomas, turn around" . He then took my shirt up, then my pants to my butt and touched the large bluish bruises. I squirmed in pain. "Oh my God! How a man can be so.to do this to an angel?. He kissed my back several times, replaced my clothes and turning around again he hugged me very tight. I could not stop crying; he kept me for several minutes leaning to his chest until he felt I was quiet and calmed. He tenderly separated me and kissed me again on the forehead: "I love you, Frank." I said to him still with tears on my face. "My father is always drunk on Saturdays." "I love you too, son." I loved that word that I had never heard from my father, he continued: "Tomas, I want you to hear me carefully. Listen, you should never argue your father; he used to be a good man, I wonder why he has become into an animal. If you think he is going to spank you, you must fly away; your house is not far from here and both houses are facing the fields; so if you run thru the back no one would be able to see you neither find out where you are." He pointed out to a back door as he continued. "That door faces to the yard and I will always leave it not locked. You can easily access to the yard; so you must run as much as you can and enter into this house; if I'm here you will be absolutely safe, but if not, lock all doors, enter in my bedroom and hide under the bed covers until I return. Is it clear for you?" "Yes, it is", then looking at him very careful I took his face between my little hands and I kissed him on the lips. He was surprised and asked: "Why have you kissed me like that?" "Because my mom told me once we must kiss a person on the lips when I love that person a lot, and I love you a lot. I much would like that you were my dad." I could not end the phrase. He hugged me very tight; then he tenderly separated me from him and kissed me on the lips. "I love you a lot my little angel. I'll tell you what we are going to do: You will consider me as your dad and I will consider you as my son, but only when nobody is present, if someone can see us, you will be Tomas and I will be your teacher." I hugged him as tightly as I could. "Oh dad, my dad, I love you!" "My little son, my angel son", he answered. He filled me with kisses and I filled him the same. I think there was not any part of my face that this memorable evening was not kissed. We remained on the sofa united seeing the fire; then he said: "Son, you must go to your other home. Ah! moreover: you don't need to be spanked to come here, you can come any time that you want, but you must be very, very careful. No one must see you, otherwise our secret will be known and we might get in trouble. "Don't worry dad, I will be invisible, I know how to do it. I kissed him and he kissed me with a sigh, then I said: "Dad, you have cured all my bruises, I feel nothing." He grinned, kissed me again and I took the back door to return home. When I arrived mom asked me where I had been, I said: playing alone, as usual. Time elapsed quickly, I continued visiting him, I would say near everyday. The procedure was always different, but I enjoyed being on my back on the old coach with my head on his lap; he always had something to read. We spent hours and hours reading; he brought me adventures' books. I eagerly read about Gulliver's journeys, pirates on the Indian seas, Captain Nemo' s submarine y and many others. He taught me how to use a dictionary when I did not understand of a word. Being nine y/o, I was too young for those sorts of books, but I could read easily anything. My dad was very proud of me showing as an example to the other kids, encouraging them to learn; he used to say: "You all are as clever as Tomas, so if he did you can also do, you can be sure of that." He irradiated confidence and self-esteem. Many other followed his instructions and he received congratulations from the academic authorities for this; he never spanked or humiliated a boy, when he was forced to punish a boy, he would take him to stay into the classroom until all boys have gone to tell him what his punishment was, but never in front of his pals and friends. Children sometimes can be very smart. I needed and enjoyed with my dad caresses and love; I noticed that when my father spanked me, he seemed to love me much more, especially when he saw my bruises, he kissed me more and hugged me more. Of course, I was wrong. One day that he noticed some contusions, he said: "Tomas, has he spanked you again?." "Yes dad." "Why didn't you run to here? Did he force you? "No dad, he didn't; I remain quiet as he dropped his belt on me, I could have run but I did not." "But why, my son? I doubted for a moment. I could not lie him. "Because I love you a lot, dad." He was taken aback as I continued "You love me more when my father spank me, so I prefer to suffer his strokes because later I will be compensated with your kisses." He hugged me very tight and kissed me, when he separated me I saw tears on his cheeks. I also was close to start crying because I noticed he was suffering. He looked into my eyes for a long minute; he hugged me again, and said: "Tomas, please, you should never, never do it again. I love you the same and I will give you all kisses and hugs that you want. Don't you realise that when you suffer I suffer as well? When I see the bruises on your back I would have liked to receive them instead of you. You will fully understand this when you grow and have your own sons. Listen my son, a dad is not only to put seeds inside a woman and have a baby; it is much more than that; it is to love that baby and when he or she grows; even, if necessary, to give his own life to save his child. I would kill anyone to save your life; I would gladly give my life to save yours, do you understand? He paused. I could not resist my dad explanations; I started to cry inconsolable; he hugged me again and kissed me many times until I stopped sobbing. I did not realise in that moment he was also telling me that he was my truly dad and therefore, he loved me immensely. I helped him to clean the house, to wash-up dishes. He taught me how to make an omelette, to prepare toasts, to make coffee, to fry eggs, and many others things. He was and he is very clean, the house was very tidy, clothes clean; I remember that the bed sheets were as white as snow. He said: "Tomas, you must take care of your body, a clean body is a healthy one, now that there are so many sicknesses. To prevent any contamination from lice and similar, clothes must be boiled out, this will kill anything. Those were the happiest days with him; I would have liked to spread the news saying everybody "This is my dad to whom I love and he loves me!!"; that was the only dark point in my heart. He loved hiking and mountain climbing, so secretly and when my father was out, he took me to the mountains showing me the trees, naming them, rocks and type of them; these short trips fascinated me. I loved winter because I stayed longer with my dad, normally he would close the door and I remained inside with him; when we finished our cleaning tasks, he would set the fire and extend a blanket near it; then he would prepare a glass of milk and some biscuits for me. I laid on my tummy reading and he sat down near me with his back against an armchair, massaging my shoulders and caressing my hair that was a little big long because he liked it, whenever it was clean; most of the boys had his hair very short to prevent lice. We stayed for hours chatting and reading, then we kissed and hugged until next day. A Sunday evening my father came drunk as usual, he started calling mom whore and many other things, as I tried to defend her I told him: "She is not a whore, you are a bastard!" "Me a bastard? He had his belt and stroke me on my left shoulder and back, but he could not catch me as he proposed himself. Following my dad instructions I run, I hided near his house during minutes, I was scared and cold; when I realised no one could see me, I jumped into the yard and I close the doors. I went upstairs I put my boots under the bed and I lay under the covers. I was terrible frightened, but I recalled the word of my dad "you are safe here." That comforted me, and after some minutes, I was asleep. Some hours later dad came and found me in his bed, he undressed himself and me and got under the covers protecting me. I woke up some hours later and I found his strong arm round me, warming me. I felt very happy and comfortable; I did not try to move in spite I needed to pee, so I got asleep again. I had a beautiful dream that I was running with him hand in hand thru lovely hills, we jumped from one hill to another and he giggled as I run far and came back to hug him, then we flew from one cloud to another like sea birds. At 6:00 a.m. I got up because my bladder was full of pee, after near eleven hours in bed. I was on my underwear, but the house was not cold, or at least I felt that. I was hungry, so, after peeing, I wore an apron as dad did, lighted the cooker charcoal fire and put some milk to heat, meanwhile I washed my face and combed my hair on the mirror. I saw a happy boy there, I made a mock to him with my tongue and left. I prepared a slice of bread and dropped the hot milk on a bowl, I mixed the bread with sugar into the milk; It was fantastic how it tasted. It has been the first time that I had slept with my dad. Fortunately, I did it many times; whenever I saw my father drunk, I would fly into my dad's house, my home, until the next morning. When I finished, I cut two large bread slices and put on the fire; I prepared a wooden tray, took a clean bowl and I filled with hot milk. I put the toasts on a plate, carefully smeared them with olive oil and some sugar. All of this on the tray, I went upstairs. My dad was still asleep; he had come a few hours before. I put the tray on the nightstand and I jumped on the bed, starting kissing and kissing him, he woke up, enlarged his strong arms and hugged me very tight, however as he touched my back the bruise hurt and I moaned in pain: "My lovely and beautiful son, sorry I hurt you. Did he beat you again?" "Yes but only once because I called him bastard" "Tomas! That is not a word for a little boy" I bent the head. "Sorry dad, but he called very strong word to mom and me, I could not help." "Never mind, son; you run here as I told you, that's what matters." "I love you dad" I hugged and kissed him; he then turned his head and saw the tray. He looked at me very happy, as his son had learnt his lections. He kissed me several times and I felt in the heaven. "I must pee, but I'll be here in a second. Put off that apron; you don't need it in bed. I heard he peeing and washing his hands. "Did you have your milk, son? "Yes dad, I did" He ate all, cleaned his hand with a serviette, and dropped again under the covers. "Still it is a little bit early, so we can have a nap." I cuddled facing him, my head resting on his strong shoulder feeling the warmth of his body, I was in the heaven within my dad's arms. He hugged and kissed my forehead, and then he said: "Tomas, I don't think we can sleep anymore, but we can chat." "Oh yes dad, I have been sleeping for near twelve hours." He took my little palms, kissed both and carried them to my face, and then he kissed me on the lips. "Tomas, these are three kisses at the same time because I want to say you something very important, now that you are near ten." I thought for a second he would say I must go or something else and my eyes started to blur. He guessed it and hugged me; then he separated me a little and took my face between his strong hands. "No son, I'll never leave you because a truly dad never leave a truly son." Now I understood his concerns: "Dad, do you mean that you." I could not end the phrase because something came to my throat and I could not stop my tears running from my eyes. I dropped myself on his chest and I noticed how he deeply sighed with a blur in his eyes. I felt his kisses on my hair many times as he continued: "Yes my son, you are not a bastard, I'm your truly father and dad, and I will be forever. That man that spanks you has nothing to do with you; you are not his son. When you are a little bit older I'll explain you why I did not marry your mom." I still was sobbing on his chest. He made a gap between both and kissed me repeatedly until I was quiet. Then between final sobs I asked: "Daddy, does it mean that I can tell everybody that you are my dad?" He kissed me again. "I wouldn't mind at all, but we do not live in a large town like in the city. Your official father used to be a good man and he belongs to a good family; if we spread the news, he and all his family would suffer the mocks of the people, the same would your mom family. Do you think it is worthwhile doing it? We would gain nothing except our satisfaction, but we would hurt many persons to whom we cannot blame. Do you understand, my son? "Not all, but I don't mind if I can love you knowing that you are my truly dad, so no one could say that I'm a bastard. I cannot understand why my father and mom's families would be offended, I have done nothing to them, I have only received spanks from him." "They all love you too, my son. Did they reject you any time?" "No, never, on contrary; when I meet them anywhere they kiss me." "Then, do you think we should hurt them?. "No daddy, but I love you too much." I grinned and hugged my dad, filling his face with my kisses. He then started kissing and tickling me. He started from my toes, my knees, my thighs, my tummy, my nipples: then raising my arms he kissed my armpits causing me giggling uncontrollably; he finally kissed me on the lips. "It is enough my little lad." He got out the bed, but I jumped on his back and he again dropped on the bed and started again tickling and kissing me. I don't know why but my little weenie had formed a tent on my underwear; he saw it and said: "Ah! Your little soldier also wants to be kissed. Ok, I don't want any complaint." He dragged my underwear down and kissed my dick on the top, then covered it again. "I hope he is now satisfied." We laughed and joked for a while. I don't think any boy of my age could be on those moments happier than I was. It was time to open the school. We dressed and opened the door. Some minutes later the boys started to fill the classroom as a new week started. I was terrible happy when arrived home; mom watched me carefully, she was sad, very sad, she had a black eye and some contusions on her arms, I jumped on her lap and kissed her, she hugged me tenderly and kissed me. "You look very happy, my son. Why? Where have you been? Your dad spanked you before you could get away, however you still are content." She had reminded me the events; besides, she called his husband "my dad", that made me near to explode in range when I compared with the lovely wakeup of that morning in my dad's house. "He is not my dad and you know that. I hate him!! When I get older, he won't dare to touch you, I promise!. "Is that what your dad teaches you, hate?." I was astonished by her revelation, she finally admitted who was my dad. I approached her and kissed tenderly, hugging her not very tight, because I knew she had been seriously spanked and hurt. "Mom, please, please, don't say that, I love you and I love my truly dad. He, on contrary of what you think, he's telling me that my father used to be a good man and, above all, I have to respect him and his family. You are not being fair. what do you think I'll do when he spanks me and call you those terrible words?." She for an answer hugged me to her chest?" "You are too old for your age, my son; you have started to suffer too soon." "No mom, you are wrong. The pain I have received from him is nothing compared with the love I have received from my dad; I'm glad and very proud to have a dad like him. Only a kiss from him heals all my bruises, and he gives me all kisses that I want; but mom, I also love you too much and I cannot bear to see you being spanked, I can't." I started to cry on his lap and a happy day was being converted into a gloomy one. Between sobs I added: "Do you know he never spank or humiliate a boy? Even he convinces mean boys without touching them, to the point they apology other boys without my dad being present. They all love their teacher. She dried her eyes. "Well my son, let's have lunch, we can be happy at least until next Friday." I told my mom what we had done: the things we did in the school; how we learnt and read all those books. Yet I did not mention anything about the intimated moments with my dad, the jokes, caresses and happy times I had with him; that was our mutual life and I did not want to share with anybody, even with my mother. I recognize I was selfish, but I loved and still love my dad too much." "It was November 5th, Friday. That evening he shut the door and we started our mutual living activities free from any outsight; the normal ways of a son and his dad fallen in love each other; jokes, tickling, laughs, etc. while he worked and I helped to clean the house. When we were finished and cuddled in the old coach in front of the fire he said: "Tomas, tell your mom, tomorrow after the class, you will lunch here with me, if she agrees." I answered him full of enthusiasm: "Oh, sure dad, it will not be any problem!. I love being the whole evening with you, we will read a lot and must tell me some more stories." "Ok, son; now return home; I have seen some lighting in the sky and probably it will start raining within a few minutes. Come on, hurry up." I quickly run home. Mom was sat writing something, I kissed her, and full of joy I asked whether I could stay for lunch with my dad next day since he had asked me. She nodded. I kissed her, but she seemed not very pleased; next day was Saturday and my father would be there. He never asked about me, but if he did and I were not there he might have the justification to start quarrelling. "Thanks mom, I'll be here before nightfall." The following day I was anxious the classes were over to join my dad in the premises. He closed the door, opened his arms and as usual he kissed me. He had set up the table near the fire, with two plates and two candles that he lighted. It was very dark outside and we heard the thunder far away. I thought the display was especial; he never did it before, but I loved enigmas. We ate in silence trying to guess which was the meaning of that special lunch. When it was over, we cleared the dishes and removed the table. He sat on the armchair and as he opened his arms, I jumped into his lap with my head on his chest. I said nothing, but my heart was beating, finally he said: "I suppose you are intrigued about the display of the lunch." "You can bet for it, dad; but you have told me many times to keep curiosity out of my mind. I can't but I try" "Good boy. Do you know what day is today? "It is Saturday, I'm not sure which day, I do not count them." "I have to do it for you. Today is 6th November, and you are ten, my little lad. It is your birthday!" Before I could answer him, he kissed me on the lips quickly and hugged me very, very tight. Congratulation my son!! "Oh, dad. I had forgotten it." I put my arms round his neck, hanged and I kissed him on the lips and round his face. Mom had also forgotten this day, however my dad did not; only a dad that loved his son would do it. On the other hand, in those difficult times birthdays were only celebrated by upper classes, however we were something especial. "Thank you dad. I love you; no one ever told me." He then said: "As rich people used to do, I have a little present for you. I wonder if you will like it or not." "I'm sure I will. However, we are not rich, aren't we? "We are very rich in love, my son." He motioned to a chair "That parcel is for you" I jumped and caught the parcel, trembling with emotions I unwrapped it. It was a book, a lovely book that I had mentioned my dad many times: "The treasure's Island." I left the book and I jumped on top of my dear dad. I don't remember how many kisses I gave him, but many. "Do you like it." He asked. "You well know that I wanted it since I started to read. You are a naughty man, dad. Do you know that?" He hugged me and kissed my hair, now too long, but he liked it because he said it was a beautiful silky hair and was a pity not to enjoy it, in spite of lice contamination. I opened the book and in a blank page he had written: "To my dearest son Tomas on his 10th birthday." "I'll wrap it in order it is not be soiled. "I have left a blank space in order your mom can write anything, if she likes it." "Sorry dad, but it is your present, not hers; therefore I'll keep as it is." He did not say anything, but I felt he disagreed. I laid on the blanket and I started to read the prologue. It was a big book but written with large printed characters for children to read. We spent that lovely afternoon ignoring the terrible storm that would carve our lives forever. We heard the thunders and lighting and some drops of rain, dad then said: "Tomas, you better go now before rain starts, it is very dark and within a few minute will be night" I did not argued my dad. I kissed and hugged him. I took the book and run to my house. I entered full of joy looking for my mom without noticing my father was in there. "Mom, mom; look at this book; it is my dad's present, do you know that today is my birthday? A strong hand took the book from my hands and threw it to one corner: "You are a bastard and much more who gave you that stupid book." I faced him full of rage and shouted at him: "It is not a stupid book, you are an ignorant, and I'm not a bastard because my own dad gave it to me!!!." Full of rage, he then took off his belt and started beating me saying: "I'll give you different books, son of the bitch!!!. I could not run away from him because I was in the corner trying to recover the book. He was furious striking me; I put my little arms to cover my face and I received the beats on them. Mom reacted from her prostration and tried to hold his hand: "Stop beating my son, you will kill him. He's a child!" He turned round to her as a jailed tiger. "You whore and your bastard son. I'll kill both of you tonight!!. I was crying but I could not see that. I jumped on his back trying to stop him. Outside, started to rain heavily with thunders and lighting, as a prelude of the drama. He was drunk but had enough strength to throw away a child of ten. He got me from the long hair with one hand and gave me hard slap on my face; the blood started to run to my mouth and neck. I do not know how, but I launched my leg to him and my boot got his target on his balls. He left my hair and bent himself in pain. As soon as I felt free, I flew away looking for someone and help. I was terrified; I thought he would follow me to kill me. I run in the mid of heavy rain and thunders; all doors were closed; I could not see any light. I run and run thru the village's streets, crying and shouting for help, but no one appeared; one of my foot got against a stone, I stumbled and fell into a mud puddle. I got up and in agony, I run again. Suddenly, in my blur, I saw a light and an open door; I entered as a hurricane inside covered with blood and mud: "Help! Help!. Please. Help!" Two strong arms took me as I fainted." It was my dad that was arranging some books on a shelf. "Oh my God!!!, if you really exists, why do you permit this to a child?" He took me in his arms, placed me on the coach and closed all doors. He took off all my clothes, boots and socks tossing on the floor; he then wrapped me in a blanket and placed near the fire. My body started with spasm, trembling, he put me against his chest trying to give me all his life and warmth while he cleaned my face of mud and blood; my nose had stopped bleeding, however it was purple. I reacted with his warmth, opened my eyes still shivering, and scared, but I heard my dad voice: "Tomas, my son; you are safe, you are safe!" I opened my eyes and saw his face, I started to cry. Barely I could articulate a word among sobs: "Dad, dad, where were you?, I looked for you and I could not find you." He put me even closer to his chest; I could feel his warm tears on my face. We remained like that for what seemed me a long time. He comforted me feeling his face near mine. He did not ask me anything, but when I stopped crying, he said: "You are safe my little son, I love you; my heart is terrible hurt." "I love you daddy, he was so mean." "Don't worry my child, now it is gone." He had prepared two large pots near the fire to hit water to bath himself; so, he left me near the fire and dropped the water into a wooden tub. He filled it again with cold water and replaced it. He unwrapped me and dropped inside the warm water. I felt very comfortable as he squeezed the sponge over my head; he started removing all mud and dirtiness from my hair and face, however, when he touched one of the many bruises I squirmed in pain. "It hurts, daddy; it hurts." He kissed my wetted forehead and continued, taking care where I had been stricken. When the water was very dirty, he lifted me from my armpits, emptied the tub and put clean warm water. Then as I was inside the tub, he carefully soaped and rinsed me. I stood up, he wrapped me in a large white towel and dried my body; then thus wrapped he lifted me and placed near the fire. I could heard his sighs. He took the dirty clothes and put them into the warm water. I motioned my dad: "Please daddy, sit near me" I pleaded. He sat down and slowly combed my hair. I extended my little arms to his neck and kissed him, starting to cry again as I recovered the images of the scene in my house. "Please son, try to forget; you are safe now and I promise you he will never touch you again." "I don't mind daddy he spanks me if you love me." Again my words made the tears to appear on his face. "Tomas, please try to relax, you are exhausted and seriously injured, I must call the doctor to examine you." I started again sobbing on the perspective that MD examined me. "Please, please, daddy÷ don't call anyone. I'm alright, only a little bit pain on the bruises, that's all; please daddy, don't call anyone." He hugged and kissed me tenderly. "Alright Tomas, but are you sure you feel well." "Well daddy, I suppose I have my nose as a clown's" He smiled, I smiled, and we hugged. "I suppose you are hungry" "Not much, daddy, I'm very comfortable here" "Never mind, I'll prepare you a bowl of milk and bread, you must replace your strength." He did and as I was finished, he took me in his arms, still naked and wrapped in the towel; he carried me to his bed and tucked me in there, covering with an extra blanket. "Now my son you need sleep and rest, I have to do something." I guessed what was in his mind and I did not want to be left alone, I still was very frightened. "Please daddy, don't go anywhere, don't leave me alone. I'm scared." "Alright son, I'll be downstairs, I had to wash and dry your clothes. Please Tomas, you have demonstrated be a brave boy that have kicked the balls of a grown man, how can you be scared? I don't believe you." He grinned at me, and it was so sweet and so lovingly that I reached my arms out of the covers and kissed him on the lips taking care not to touch my harmed nose." "I love you dad, I love you a lot." "I love you too, my beautiful son. Now, please, sleep and rest" I put my arms under the cover, he kissed my forehead and left, leaving the door open. I heard the rain beating the roof. This sound, the warmth of the bed and the relax provided by my dad's kiss made the miracle; I felt all my pains gone as I flew over the skies in a nice child dream. My dad arranged things downstairs and still he remained some time sat thinking his next steps, cooling out his temper and the storm inside him since he saw me entering in his house. When he was sure I was asleep, he thought I would not wake up, he had put in my milk a little portion of a liquid made from red poppy as he had learnt from his dad. He left, locking the door and walked up the street with his umbrella covering him. Without knocking he entered in the house, he saw my mom on the floor whining from pain; my father was sat on an armchair snoring. He entered in the kitchen, took a jug of cold water and dropped its contain of the face. "Wakeup bloody crap!! wakeup fucking bastard or I'll kill you as you are drunken!!." My father opened his eyes still near drunk and got white as he saw my dad determination. He murmured something that my dad did not understand or wanted to understand. He took him from his clothes and lifted him like ragged doll. He was ready with his fist closed to hit him on the face but in that moment, he heard my mom voice: "Please Frank, don't hit him, he does not deserve even your rage and after all, he is my husband." My dad stopped and with his arm still ready to punch him he said: "You must thank your wife and to your family to whom I respect, because I came to kill you for what you have done to my son. However, listen very carefully crap, because I won't repeat it twice. This time I'll leave you, but if you touch my son again, I will look for you until the hell, if necessary; then you will regret to have been born. You are warned." My dad looked to the corner where mom was, he saw the book and picking it up he left the house blaming the door. My father sat again white and humiliated by his wife words. He deserved Frank's words and still he could not believe why my dad had not hit him to death as he would have done himself. Dad walked a little bit more relaxed a couple of streets up and knocked on a door; a woman dressed in black opened the door: "Can I help you, Frank, it is a terrible night." "It is Maria. I don't need your help, but your sister needs. She is probably seriously injured by her husband and need your help." "Oh my God, when will this get and end?" "The crap of your brother in law is still in there near drunk, but lucid. Please tell your sister that Tomas is in my home happily sleeping. He seems well, apart of many bruises and his little nose near broken, and I'll return him to his mother as soon as she asks me. Good nights Maria" He left without hearing the thanks from my aunt Maria. The following morning and a few more days I remained with my dad, we made many jokes with my nose until it healed and everything settled down wonderful. My father never touched me again; he scarcely spoke me directly, he always did thru my mom until six years later when he died from a liver sickness. In those years, I felt sorry for him, and told my mom that I did no hate him because I had my dad with me. There are many events from that time up today that I'll tell you if you want, my brother."" It was near the time the Counsellor would come when Francis finished reading Jim's brother story. He jumped to his bed and waited, and at 12:00, he could observe how their door was open and closed again, as Jim had calculated. He smiled. Then he returned to Jim's bed, kissed him and cuddled in his front. Jim felt the warmth of Francis' buttocks and hugged him. "I love you Francis." Turning around and facing Jim, Francis kissed him again. He wanted to make many question to his friend, but Jim was near asleep. "I love you, too." They joined their bodies as one. One minute later, were asleep. End of Part 1.- To be continued next week.