Date: Tue, 18 Nov 2008 11:50:33 +0100 From: Al Peres Subject: Jim and Francis - Part 2 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 2 ======================== Chapter 6 - Francis' Family -------------------------- Saturday was the sport day, however they were not subjected to a discipline as the rest of the days, so they woke at the same hour cuddled in the warmth of the their bodies. Jim felt his dick hard against his friend buttocks, then extended his left hand over Francis and could feel the morning erection of his friend. He kissed Francis on the neck. "I love you, Francis. Do you know you have the most beautiful buttocks of the world?" Francis turned around and faced Jim with a sly smile on his lips. He kissed Jim. "I have noticed how you look at my ass." Francis extended his arm and started caressing Jim ass. "You also have a lovely childish ass Jim, I like all of you." He again kissed his friend. They were on their elbow looking at each other. "Jim, my soul and whole body belongs to you; if you want any other part of me I'm ready to offer it to you." Francis blushed as he knew he had touched some taboo, but he liked to be free in front of his lover. Jim looked tenderly his friend and kissed him a long kiss of love. "Thanks Francis, you are the most honest and desirable boy in the earth. I love you too much and I would not be fair if I say I do not like it. I would love to be inside you and you inside me, if you like it. That would be the most beautiful act between us; but this is not neither the time nor the place to do it." Francis blushed, again hugged and kissed Jim, their erections together. "Why Jim? I have not any experience on that. Have you fucked a boy before? "Yes. I have fucked and I have been fucked a couple of times. That, my loved boy, take some time to do it, especially the first time. It is like to break a girl's virginity; it requires a nice and quiet surrounding if we want not to hurt each other. Only, I can tell you it is the supreme happiness between persons that love each other." Francis sighed and kissed his friend. "I trust on you Jim; let's do it. I want you inside me and become one body, one soul, and one love. If you don't mind, I can find that place and the right time." Jim looked perplexed to his friend. "How and where? I would not do it in the school." "I'm not saying in the school. "What about a weekend in Paris? Paris in the night is a dangerous place, but during the day is the most beautiful city of the world." "You surprise me every moment. We cannot leave the school and take a bus without an especial requirement." Francis grinned to his friend, kissed lightly on the lips. "Jim, would you like to spend a couple of nights together in Paris? Please, tell me yes." Jim looked at Francis and kissed him passionately. He pulled Francis on his back and he straddled him, their rock hard dicks together rubbing each other. "Yes Francis. Please do it. But you must think that most of the time we will be together doing whatever you have in mind, I want all your dreams come true." "I love you, Jim." They started kissing and rubbing their bodies until that fantastic orgasm overwhelmed them taking to the highest point in the universe. When relaxed, they kissed, cleaned and got ready to go to the dinning room. They had breakfast and went to swim. They wanted to be fit one hundred percent. Patrick and Paul approached Jim as soon as he jumped into the water. After some laps, Patrick followed him to a corner where only Jim and Francis were having a good time diving. He smiled at then and Jim noticed that the little boy wanted to talk to him; however he did not dare because Francis was present: "Jim, can, can, can we talk?" As he saw Francis swimming to the other side in order to leave them alone, Patrick approached him. "Please, Françoise, don't go, you are also my friend, don't you?" Francis grinned, tousled his hair: "Yes, I'm your friend, too, but if you prefer." "Please, Françoise." When they were together the little boy continued: "Jim, yesterday I told you we had two unfortunate boys, friends of us, but now I must tell you we are very close friends; we are best friends. We leave in the same town, went to the same school, in summary we are much closed. Paul and I suffer as much as they are suffering; we support and console them, but Christian cannot hold his tears. Noah is different; he is stronger. When both are together, Christian is the loveliest boy you can imagine; I fear he might get sick if he continues like that." Patrick felt how his eyes blurred, so he bent his head; he did not want Jim to notice his tears. "Jim can we help them? "What do you mean, Patrick? I don't know what to do now to help them, even I don't know them." Then Francis said: "Patrick, we are always in the swimming pool, tell them secretly to join the boys that want to swim, there is an open list for newcomers. Meantime we will try to think what we can do to console them. Next Monday after classes, they must be here to join the rest of the boys. The coach has asked us to prepare a selection to choose a team, so they can join us." Jim smiled to his lover. "That's good idea. Tomorrow, please try to sit near us in the mass, you must tell me who they are, because I don't know them." Patrick looked at them with an imp smile: "All boys in love should help each other." Then he jumped into the water and swam to the other side. Jim and Francis looked at each other. Jim said: "Well, if we found out they were in love, he is not a silly boy, he has also done the same." Both laughed and continued their exercises. Jim's brains started to work; he formed some ideas in his mind but soon he discarded them. In that moment, Raphael and Noel approached. "Hi boys! You still happy, don't you" "Yes, why not." "Jim, you are a genius, everything happened as you told us." "I'm glad for you, however, you must keep yourself in guard; sometimes a person can change without expecting it." Jim thought for some moments while Francis was talking to their friends. Jim then interrupted them: "Raphael, you are near four year in this school. Do you know about the discrimination on those little boys? They had been separated because someone found out they loved each other." "Yes I know it. As far as I know, and I have questioned older boys; it never happened here before. I must go back to this school's history." They sat on the pool border and Raphael started: "The institution was created more than four hundred years ago. The aim: to educate boys who later would perform roles as, ministers, army officers, cardinals, etc. You must realize that only an aristocrat could perform those tasks, normal citizens were discarded; even Upper Bourgeoisie was banned, unless they married an aristocrat girl. However, as from 17th century, Bourgeoisie, bankers, merchants, and businessmen, became too strong until the French Revolution. Until that time the Church imposed their rules; however, with the new changes and ideas they found themselves forced to change, too. Sexual discipline relaxed and boys could love each other without much interference, whenever they proceeded privately and without harming Church's prestige. Since then, this school always had been very tolerant with such conducts. They knew this was transient in the majority of boys. Nevertheless, this new situation is happening since a couple of years ago. I associate with the strict moral imposed by the fucking Irish priest and supported by his bosses. We wonder why the Director consents on it. He is a reputable hero and patriot; decorated with the "Legion d'Honeur" who lost his wife and his fertility at the hands of Nazis. As you may know, these little boys are separated from their families and it is normal they try to find some relationship with other boys to replace the emptiness caused by their separation. It affects also to older boys." Francis and Jim spent most of the afternoon and the evening in their room, petting, joking, and doing their home works. When finished, they sat on the large sofa; Jim was lying on his back with his head on Jim's lap. Jim gently started caressing the smooth of his friend's face, then bent and kissed him tenderly on his hair. Francis sighed happily, took Jim's hand and placed a kiss on his palm. "Francis, you know near everything about me and my family, however you have never told me anything about yours, only you made a light reference to your mom when you were sad." "It is a little sad, however you must know about it, eventually you will meet them, therefore I should have said something about. Let me show you something." He got up and went to his cabinet, extracting a little album with some photos. Jim browsed the pages slowly stopping on one of the photos. "Who is she? "My mom when she was young, those babies are my sister and myself." "You were already a beautiful child." He kissed his friend, and he added: "however you are more beautiful now than then." For an answer, Francis kissed his lover. "Thanks." "Who are these elegant gentlemen? "They are my dad and Uncle Carl. They live as a couple; love each other since they were of our age. I never saw two persons more united than my dad and Uncle Carl. I can tell you they have been our mom and dad, in spite of being both men. Uncle Carl is one of the best lawyers of France; he is specialized on economic matters, he always rejects anything related to crimes. Since we are in a boarding school he travels, attend to the University in Paris for conferences. Dad is also a good lawyer, he helps at home Uncle Carl, but he never goes away, he has a lot of business in hotels and restaurants. "They are rich men. Aren't they?" "I suppose. I never asked anything regarding his business. Uncle Carl had not close family, so he has been our mom since we were five. I love him a lot; I always find him when I have a need; he never disappointed or failed us. "If they are together since were at the University, how happen you and your sister were born? Then pointing to one of the picture Jim added: "Is this young girl your sister? "Yes, she is." "She is fucking beautiful. Oh! Sorry for the word Francis, but she must be a lovely girl. Francis smiled with pride. "Yes, she is even more beautiful than is on the picture. I love her with all my heart." "Francis, if I make any stupid question, please ignore it." "Your questions to me will never be ignored. You have been honest to me, besides I love you too much to do it." Jim kissed again Francis as he continued: "My grand dad had a large fortune; he knew my dad had no intention to marry a girl, so he said that if he had not a grandchild he would give his fortune for charity. They did not mind, because were more than capable to live without my granddad's money, but hated the Church might receive their fortune. Uncle Carl and dad studied the problem and decided to face it, so Uncle Carl was engaged to look for a bride for my dad. They were young and seemed more a play than a serious matter for them. Uncle Carl knew many institutions with orphan girls, especially one that he had defended, run by nuns. He explained his problem to Mother Jessica, the nuns' boss; she understood and kept the secret. He interviewed candidate girls between 18 and 20 y/o; telling them he was looking for young ladies for future models; it is very common in this country. He met my mom and after the meeting, he was impressed. He could have decided in that moment, however, he met my dad and then both took her for a lunch and explained to her the plans. "What were the plans, Francis? "They explained her she would marry my dad and have a child with him. She then would be Mrs. Lambert with all prerogatives and money she needed, only under the condition of not to produce any scandal that would undermine my dad prestige. She was a clever girl, and knew was young and could have anything she had missed in her life, so she accepted. She thought, eventually could divorce him. They got married to my granddad's surprise, and ten months later, my sister and I were born. She also was a Norman as blond as my dad and the ninety per cent of the people in Normandy. From time to time she travelled and made her own life, however, most of the time she stayed at home with us. I scarcely can remember her. When we were five she left us. She asked for a divorce to dad and he immediately granted it to her. He thanked her for her help advising she should call him or send him a message if she were in need of money or help. Also that she could come to see us as much as she liked, even to take us for holidays, if she wanted it. However, he clearly stated her we were her children as much as his; and his house was open to receive her as Mrs. Lambert any time." "Apparently your dad acted as a gentleman. Have you heard about her, Francis? "Let me continue, Jim." Francis was sad again but seemed he needed to open his heart to him. Jim kissed his friend with all the tenderness he could express. "Francis, please; you don't need to go ahead, maybe sometime." The blond boy looked at Jim and kissed him a peck on the lips. He continued. "Dad always told us the truth; she was young and honest and needed to live her life; he never censored her; on contrary, dad and Uncle Carl tried that we kept a good memory of her. I never saw her again until three years ago. We received a message from a judicial authority in Los Angeles, telling my dad a lady named Mrs. Margarita Lambert had died in a road crash accident. He kindly pleaded my dad to travel to USA to recognize the corpse and to take the necessary steps to return it to France, if he wanted. Dad answered that her family would travel to US as soon as we got the related visas. A few days later we flew to there." "Francis, you don't need to continue if that makes you feel sad." "Well, I like to tell you this, it seems as if I get a relief telling you; I never told this story to anyone else before." Jim took Francis in his arms and kissed him again as to give him the strength he needed to continue. "We flew directly to Los Angeles, it is a long way and we arrived very tired. My sister and I remained in the hotel sleeping, because the time and food were different and we felt bad. My dad went to see the Judge and the French Consul; they put a policeman to accompany him for everything he might need. He recognized the corpse in the morgue and arranged the funeral within a catholic church the Consul recommended. Two days later, it was a Saturday of July, we assisted to a mass, we had the Holy Communion in her behalf and before she was put into the grave, they opened the coffin and we saw her. She looked beautiful but very white. I did not recognize her. I do not know why, but my sister and I started to sob; my dad kept us beside him. There were a lot of large and luxury cars and many people that we did not know; they kissed us and shook my dad's; hand. When we were near finished to return to the hotel, an elegant tall man approached dad; apparently, he was as affected as my dad was. He introduced himself as John McLain, lawyer, and he told dad that he had been a close friend of mom. He invited us to take something in a restaurant; dad rejected it, but he did not want to look impolite: "Sorry Mr. McLain, my children do not feel well after this long journey; however we will accept a refreshment; today is a rather hot day." We asked for an orange juice and sat in a corner of a lovely place surrounded by gardens. Then my dad asked him. "Did you know her well." "Yes, I did." "In that case, please, I would like to know whether she had left debts or anything. I had planned to see the Judge in order the Police can investigate anything related to her. She was my wife and mother of my children and I want her name clean of any thing." I could observe how Mr. McLain sighed. He kept silence for near a minute then he said: "Mr. Lambert, you are a lawyer and so do I; however before you do anything I must tell you something. I know you and your family very well. Please, before I continued I would like to apology for what I did, however you may understand my position." He paused in silence for a few moments, probably expecting my dad would argue, but he said nothing. He continued: "I knew Margarita seven years ago in the South of France, I saw her lonely, to make it short, I fell in love with her. Our encounters progressed and we shared the bed many times; however, I must say she always seemed absent when we made love. Some months later, she told me she would join me in my voyage back to US, so we met in Southampton onboard of Queen Mary, she had been saying goodbye to someone in the North. I knew she had been married, but I ignored she had children." Francis sighed and added. "As I have told you Jim, I almost could not remember her; only as in a cloud I saw her hugging and kissing us. However, my sister remembered those moments clearly; she guessed what my mother was doing and did not drop a single tear. She hated mom for many years. In those moments my mom was four months pregnant. I'll continue what John was telling us." "We spent lovely days until we arrived to Baltimore where we disembarked. A few days later she settled down in a lovely flat in Los Angeles. I introduced her in our society and she was welcomed in it. After a happy week I found out she was pregnant. I informed my family that I wanted to marry her. I made a discreet investigation about her family, of course including you. My family frontally opposed to my marriage. Margarita found out and quietly and without much fuss, as an educated person she was, bluntly told me she would never marry me under any circumstance. She argued she did need neither my money nor my family. She was very proud to be named Mrs. Lambert. In fact, I acted as a coward because she was expecting my son and I did not insist on it. At least I got from her to live in my house and work in my office, I wanted that baby to grow within my family, hoping the view of him my family would change their mind, but they did not." "Jim, last year we knew more about those days thru Maria, her maid in John's house. They became close friends. She was her confident, spending many hours together alone while John was at work or travelling on business. My dad recognized her within a group of American visiting Paris last summer, though she had the intention to find my dad. She told dad and Uncle Carl more or less as it follows: ""Margarita was the greatest woman I ever knew. In such a way she had deceived Mr. McLain because she was a month advanced in her pregnancy than she had told him; however, she was that kind of woman that it is difficult to know by her womb; I have a sister with the same body structure. She came to US, not because she dearly loved Mr. McLain, but because she wanted to be faithful to her promise not to hurt you with a scandal. She told me if she had been one hundred per cent sure that her baby would have been blond she would have gone to Normandy, but she feared not. We prepared everything for the baby and during a trip to Florida of Mr. McLain she gave birth. The next day was Friday and the Register Officer came, I can repeat you the conversation because I was sat attending her but in short she explained she was spending sometime in US and that her husband was in France: "My husband is a well known lawyer, you can ask about him in the French consulate." The officer answered that her task was to register babies not others business. In view of her passport she asked the name: she clearly said: "He is Charles Joseph Lambert, for his father and grandfather." The officer say nothing, she filled and signed a sheet, with the MD and I, as witnesses and gave her a copy. "You can obtain an original within a week at Central Register Office." She said leaving the room. A few hours later Mr. McLain arrived, he was glad she was well, but I personally observed was a little bit disappointed because the baby was blond. I picked the original the following week, and she went to the French Consulate and inscribed the baby, to be registered at Cherbourg Office in Normandy."" Jim then said: "She was clearly determined to protect her son against that stupid family, preventing they could force him to change his name arguing about his real father." "Probably." Francis added, he did not want to add that his family was ten times wealthier than Charlie's father. "Let's continue with John." "As he grew, the boy conquered the heart of the rest of my family. Last Christmas, my father personally came home and asked Margarita for her forgiveness; he said he would do anything she asked them to obtain her pardon. As you well know, she had a sweet heart. She forgave my family and with joy we programmed our wedding for this month. She said she wanted to go to France to see you and her children to obtain your consent." "Why? She did not need our consent, at least mine. She had a document by which she could divorce me any moment." "I'm sure that if you would have changed your. relationships she would have been very happy to rejoin you, she loved you." "I clearly told her that I could not love her, at least in the way she liked, and you know why." "I insisted on it, however I respected her too much. In fact she had already applied for flying tickets to go to France, since her children would have been at home on summer holidays." "Why didn't she come to see her children? I told her she could come to see them any time; furthermore, she could take them on holidays. The only restriction was not to travel out of France with them." "I'm afraid, Mr. Lambert I can't answer your question." "Please, call me Charles, will you? "Thank you. Please call me John. "John, if I am not wrong, she was Mrs. Lambert when that boy was born, and since you did not get married, apparently he is my son rather than yours." "That's correct, Charles. My son is your son, and legally I have not any right on him. Bluntly, he should join his brother and sister and I would not be able to do anything to keep him. We know the Law and it is a silly thing to discuss otherwise." "John, you are being too honest and acting as a father would do; therefore we must seek the best solution, however with the aim of the boy's happiness. I know it is cruel, but I don't care a dime for your dad feelings or anybody else, if that goes against the boy future life." "I'm sure, Charles, those would be the words of any Judge in this country, therefore I must leave it to your conscience. Eventually I would fight as a father; however I know I'm in the weak side." "John, before we reach to any conclusion, can we see the boy? In any case, he has one sister and one brother and he should know them. Does he know that his mom has died? "No yet, I have neither the strength nor the moment to tell him. I'm still too coward some times." My dad looked to that man that was going thru the worst time of his life." "Can we go now? My dad asked." "Yes, I want to get over of these moments as soon as possible? Then my dad told us. "Françoise, Margarita; I know you are tired, but we have found a little brother of yours and we must see him. Do not forget, he is your brother. Let's go John." The man paid the bill, went out and motioned a man in uniform; he immediately came with a large luxury car that took us to a residential area in the outskirt of Los Angeles. It was an old Victorian house that had been restored; big but not bigger than ours in Normandy; it did not surprise us. We entered in the house and soon came a maid; she was visible affected since I could see her red eyes, probably she had been crying. "Maria, where is Charlie? "He is in the back garden playing with his neighbour friend, he is leaving now." "Please, call him. Tell we are here." In a minute we heard the yields of a little boy running. "Dad, dad! You have come! As he approached I saw a beautiful blonde boy dressed in long trousers, I can tell you Jim, he was my duplicate when I was five; same hair, same round face. He was a truly Norman boy. As it is normal in France, I was wearing shorts to my half thigh; however in US all boys wear long trousers. He was surprised to see us, so he stopped in the middle of the large room looking at us carefully and before his dad could say anything, he turned into French exclaiming: "Margarita, Françoise, vous est ici!!!" He jumped on my lap and started kissing us. "Oh!, it is you, my brother Françoise. Mom will be very happy to see you." I could not resist his expressions and I hugged him to my chest very tight as if had know him since he was born. "I love you", I muttered in his ear. He then left me and went to Margarita lap and did the same. He separated from her saying: "You are prettier than in the picture." We all looked at each other amazed, then his dad asked him. "Charlie, do you have pictures of your brother and sister?" "Yes, I do. Mom showed me. They are in a lovely Holy Communion dresses. When I make mine I want to be dressed liked my big brother. Would you do that, dad? Mom told me she would." Then looking at me said: "Françoise, you look a little bit sad, aren't you happy to see me? Wait mom comes; she's always talking about you and Margarita, and had promised me to take me to France." For an answer I extended my arms and hugged him again. I felt tears coming to my eyes. Margarita then said: "Charlie, can we go to your room? I suppose you want to show us all your toys." His little face beamed and said: "Yes, come on, let's go upstairs." John wanted to say something to my little brother, however my dad stopped him. "John, leave the children to do their job, they understand each other better than we do. I know my children and, as per what I have seen, Charlie is not different. I never thought he resembled so much to his brother." "That's something against me. He is a truly Norman rather than a Gaelic." We rushed upstairs into my brother's room. Scattered of toys and tale books, he then happily said: "Françoise, mom will be very happy when she sees us together. Will you stay here and go with me to the school? I will show my friend I have a big bro, he did not believe me when the older ones teased me." I gazed at Margarita as he continued, she then said: "Charlie, you said mom showed you our pictures." For an answer he went to a large wardrobe, rummaged and came with a small photo-album. In the first page was that picture I have shown you and other with her and Charlie with the same age. He proudly pointed out the next page where Margarita and I were dressed in our first holy communion. In the following pages we saw pictures of our every birthday; except the last one when we were thirteen. I did not feel anything for my mom; she had deserted us as she had done now with my brother. Tears came to my eyes, but not for her, but for my little brother. I looked to Margarita and we promised ourselves to look after him. I heard his pitchy voice. "She told me we would go to France." He then with a little pout on his lips continued: "She had promised to take me with her to France to fetch you, and now I think she went alone; you are here and it is near two weeks that I have not seen her. Did you meet her?" Margarita is emotionally stronger than I am; she motioned him to sit near her and he did on her lap. "Charlie she did not fail you, she never went to France." Charlie got sad: "If she has not gone to France, where is she? Did you see her? "Yes, we did." Margarita could not stop a couple of tears coming down her lovely cheeks. "But she will never come again." Charlie guessed something because he got very serious. "Why she is not coming? He is my mom and I have been a good boy lately." I hugged my little brother to my chest and he saw tears in my eyes. He started to sob quietly. "Why Françoise, why mom is not coming? Does she not love us anymore?" I tenderly separated him from my chest, and looking into his beautiful blue eyes I said: "Charlie you must be brave. She loves us a lot, but she is in the "Ciel" with little Jesus Christ." "But Maria says only good boys go to the Heaven when they die." Margarita and I hugged him tenderly "Charlie, she is dead, she died in a road accident and his soul flew to the Heaven to look after us; that's why she could not come." He started to sob and hugged us very tight in a bunch, his little body squirming with his cries. After sometime, he said: "Now, now. I'm alone, an orphan, as my friend Jim." Margarita caressed his silky hair and said: "No little brother, you are neither alone nor an orphan. You have us, we are brothers, we have lost mom but still we have our dads." "But. but you will leave for France and I will be again alone." "Perhaps you could come with us to France. We have a beautiful house, and horses, and many things to enjoy. We can play together and be together." "I would love that, then I would not feel alone if I'm with you. But I love my dad, he will also be sad if I leave him alone. Perhaps you and Margarita can stay here with me, and then I would be very happy." His face beamed with his solution. "But, what about our dad? Margarita said. "We also love him." "You are right, what can we do? "I'll tell you what we can do." I said. We can now spend a week of our summer holidays with you, then you come with us and you would stay as much time as you like in France. From now on, one year we will come to spend our holidays with you and the next you would go to France with us." His beautiful eyes sparked in delight. "Would you do that for me, big bro? "I will do that as my name is Françoise Lambert." He, with pride said: "I agreed with you, as my name is Charles Joseph Lambert." In a bunch we hugged and kissed that beautiful creature. "Let's say it to our dads." That was the solution; we stayed in his home as John's guests until all passports were ready, then John and Charlie came to France and they spent three weeks with us. We ended being real brothers. He returned again in Christmas and we enjoyed a lot together. We love him very much. Since then, alternatively we go to US one year and he comes next to France. These Christmas he will come home again; now he is near nine. "Jim kissed his lover again. "It is a sad but a wonderful story of fraternal love. But still I don't understand why his dad consented on leaving his son with other surname, rather than his." "My dad and Uncle Carl are the most wonderful persons you can imagine, thus totally unselfish. Right from the beginning, above all, they wanted Charlie's and our happiness. Therefore that was a concession from our part. He had not the minimum opportunity since there was not any evidence he could prove Charlie was his son. Our photos along with one of Charlie and my mother's were shown to the Judge. Moreover, my mother had not applied for her divorce, though she had my dad's confirmation, so she had kept our surname in her passport. The US judicial authorities did no accept any argument; they sentenced that the only place for Charlie was together with his family, his sister and brother. Astonished, after my dad and John pleading, the Judge agreed: Since the boy is a US citizen, Charlie would continued with his name until he is eighteen, under John's custody as his tutor, not as his father; once he is over this age, he would decide by himself whether he would want to continued with his surname or change into his dad's, in that case he must adopt him. Nevertheless, he clearly pointed out to John, in the event of he getting married; a minimum complaint from Charlie or my dad, related to the boy being rejected by John or his wife, it would cause the removal of his custody after an investigation. With this he prevented Charlie being abused by a future stepmother. Fortunately, as far as we know, it has not being necessary. John got married a year later and he has a couple of twin's girls; apparently Charlie loves them." Chapter 7 - Plans to visit Paris -------------------------------- Sunday came and after breakfast, they prepared to go to church to assist to the mass, as it is seemed obliged for all students. Jim hated that but he wanted to please his lover and besides they had planned to meet Patrick and Paul in there. As soon as they entered and sat down Patrick approached and sat near Jim, Paul near Francis. The little boy gazed at Jim in complicity and he made a light motion pointing out to a boy that was on the other bench with his head on his chest, they could see some tears running on his smooth cheeks; he was sobbing in silence and from time to time he looked to other boy sat in the same place but a bench further. They observed how the sobbing boy very carefully extended his hand and touched the other boy, trying no one could see him. Patrick, in a low whisper said to Jim: "This is Christian; that is Noah." The mass went over and as they were returning to the dorm, Patrick and Paul run and got the other two boys together in a group, so that Jim and Francis could clearly see them. They greeted them as occasionally and continued to their room. "I'm really worried for these two little angels, Francis. Why have they to be punished? Because they love each other? It is an injustice. We must do something and quick. Look Francis, this is my plan." Jim exposed Francis the plan; it was well cared, however it was dangerous. "Jim, it is a good plan, however if it fails we may see ourselves in a serious problem." "I don't think so. We must be prepared for that event. There is not any connection between these boys and ourselves, and we must keep this distance. Let's me prepare it in details; after tomorrow we'll meet them." "How would you do that? "Jean Claude told me we need to put some order in the basement's store, if he asks that tomorrow I'll take the chance to meet the boys in there." Francis took Jim's face in his hand and kissed him tenderly. "I must forcedly love you, Jim. You are risking your own career only to help two unfortunate boys." "May I remind you that you are more implicated than me, my dear blond?" Francis smiled and again they kissed, this time passionately. Sunday passed with the normal quietness, in the evening Jim was sat down on his desk writing his weekly letter to his family; Francis approached from behind, extended his arms round his friend and kissed him lightly on his right cheek. Jim extended his arms and grabbed him to his lap, his left arm round his back and the right on his thighs; he kissed Francis passionately, slipping his right hand into Francis' crotch. They usually did not wear underwear on Sunday, only their tracksuits. When they broke their kiss Francis said: "We better finish our home works and do something, I'm terrible hard and you more or less the same." "I love you, Francis." "I love you, too, my dearest Latin boy. What are you telling to your family?" "Do you want to read it?" "Of course, not." "I'm telling them that I have passed the most wonderful week of my life. Since I found out that you loved me, my life is entirely new. I love you Francis." Francis smiled sweetly and kissed Jim again. "Jim, to have known you is the best thing that has happened to me in my life; up to now I was a rich sad boy. You would never know how I envied those children playing in the streets soccer when they embraced happily and free of any obsession regarding their life. Money probably facilitates life, but believe me; it does not give full happiness. "Probably you are right, but I have known many boys and girls that could not eat bread because their parents have not any money to buy it, so it is difficult to separate money from happiness." "Yes, you are right. It is very easy to think as I do when I have all what I wish. I know there are many persons in the world that have nothing to eat and die from hunger. Many times I have thought if there is a God why he permits it and there is not more justice in the world." "Perhaps we are selfish Francis, but I prefer not to talk about this problem; we are only young boys and unfortunately we can do very little to remedy the world." "It is time for my talk with dad and Uncle Carl." Saying that, he kissed Jim again and left the room. In a few minutes, he was in the telephone box talking with his family. "Hullo Françoise! How are you? "Hi, Uncle Carl, where's dad? "He will be in a minute; I did not want you to wait, besides I was anxious to know about your feelings." Francis sighed. "Oh Uncle Carl! I'm the happiest boy of the world! This week has been the best of my life, as far as I can remember." "Françoise, you are surprising me! Is he so good to you? How did it happen?" Francis told them all about, his fight and the posterior mutual love declaration. "Dad, he's so good and honest. I love him and what it is more important, he loves me." "Are you so sure, Françoise? Our friend, the director called me yesterday regarding your qualifications; well. we are so proud of you. I asked regarding Jim and he told me it is amazing how a boy could have settle down so quickly in a short time. You have never fought before anyone. I'm astonished." "I was too; especially after the fight, but in that moment I felt so strong and brave, with him punching that big boy, I dared with the other two. It was great! "My God, I can't believe it! Does he love you, my son? "Beyond any doubt, Uncle Carl. I would like you know him. He is so honest, so trustful." "Françoise, you are a good boy and better hearted one, does he deserve you?" "Dad, believe me, you should say: do I deserve him? He is one of the cleverest boy in the school, number one in maths in my class and probably in the school. Add to this he is handsome and honest and you get the perfect picture." "I suppose he has negative things, as everybody else." "Yes he has. He is a poor boy; a street boy sponsored by a rich man; and very proud of himself." "Those are not so negative, if we are sincere" "I know Uncle Carl; but he is like that. There is only one problem dad." "What is it my son." "Well as you can imagine we are young and." His uncle Carl interrupted him. "You don't need to go further. We know the restrictions imposed since a couple of years ago in that stupid school; I had to decide I would have taken you to a different one, however that institution has the highest prestige in France." "Dad, we would like to spend a weekend out of here together. Can any of you come here and pick us up? We cannot leave the school unless the director had a written confirmation from you." "We know son, uncle Carl has to travel to Toulouse for a judicial problem that cannot be postponed. In what myself I'm very busy, however I'll try it. In fact, if I'm right, what you both want is to be together and free from any of your teachers. I understand it and rely on you. I'll tell you what we can do. I'll prepare everything in order you both can travel in the bus to Paris next Friday; and to meet you at one of our hotels." "That would be great. Dad, can we meet at the Champs Elise's Hotel? I would like to meet Mr. Jenkins; he had been always so kind to my sister and me." "Of course it can. I'll talk Mr. Jenkins. Normally weekends are very quiet in this time of the year, I'll instruct him all about. If you do not hear from us you go directly there next Friday evening." "Thanks to both of you. I am sure you will like him. Sorry dad, but we love each other." "I know son." They continued talking about this subject and many others for near an hour. They sent mutually kisses and hugs and hanged up the phones. When he finished, returned to their room full of joy. Jim had ended his letter and was signing it. He heard the door open and looked at his loved friend. Françoise jumped in happiness and hugged his friend from behind. "I love you, beautiful Latin. You must get ready; we are having a short weekend in Paris next Friday." Jim looked surprised but happy. "Jim, everything is ready, we will stay at the Champs Elise's Hotel, I'll show you Paris, I'm sure you will love it, it is a great and beautiful city." "I don't need any beauty, except you, Francis. Whenever you are with me everything will be lovely, even if Paris is an ugly place it will look radiant, if you are near me." Francis could not help and kissed his lover tenderly on the cheeks. "Jim, why are you so lovely? They kissed tenderly on the lips. "We will depart as soon as classes end in the bus and have dinner there; you will know Mr. Jenkins, he is the kindest person I ever met. He knows me since I was a little child. He is English; however, is in love with Paris. "You look happy Francis, and that makes me feel wonderful." Jim reached him and kissed his right ear. "I would love to be alone with you, but that costs a lot of money and you know I have nothing." "Please Jim, I told you I have that money, besides we will stay in a lovely hotel where we have to pay nothing, it belongs to uncle Carls' company and he owes me a lot of money." "He owes you money? I can't understand it." Francis went to his desk and extracted his little photo album. He showed him a picture of his uncle Carl and of his sister Margarita. "What do you think about Uncle Carl and Margarita dresses? "Well, he is very elegant and his dress must be from high standard fashion-designer. On respect of your sister, well I can imagine she must have all boys round her. She is impressive beautiful and wore also a lovely and expensive dress." "You are right in what the cost is expensive, but they paid nothing, because I have designed both of them." "You?" Jim was astonished; Francis smiled. "Yes, me. You are very good cooking. Why can't I be good designing? "I know you are able of that and much more, but you are not a fashion maker." "Well, I do the designs and the fashion-designer modifies them and sell to his customers without paying me anything. He charges to my dad for my sister dresses, but nothing to Uncle Carl." Jim laughed tossing his head from side to side. "My God, you are a box of surprises." He stood up and kissed Francis on the lips. "I love you my little Norman. It is near time for bed and tonight we must sleep separately." Francis opened his beautiful eyes saying jokingly: "Why? You know I'm terrible scared and I can't sleep alone." "Because night check will take place round 3:00 am and that is not time to be awoken; however I'll satiate you before we drift to sleep." With that, Jim locked the door and grabbed Francis to the floor. They wrestled and soon their cocks were hard as rocks; undressed and started their love making as every night since they declared their mutual love. After three lovely orgasms, they showered together, kissed good nights and went under the covers on their respective beds. Chapter 8 - Trip to Paris ------------------------- Monday was a key day according to the scheme they had prepared. Jim knew the swimming store was a mess, so that afternoon when they were in the pool, he said to the coach: "Coach, the store is a mess; it needs a little work to put some order in it." "You are absolutely right, Jim. As you well know yesterday we had that visit and the boys who came would not be regarded as neat, they left that mess. Since you do not have an especial interest on today's training, could you, please, take a couple of those beginners and arrange that?" "Of course coach, I'll do it just now." "Thanks man, you are always so helpful..." "You deserve it." Jim glanced to Francis that was swimming near the border expecting his signal; the same were two young boys. He then, as casual said to them. "Please lads, you and you, come with me to the basement, dry yourselves and follow me." The two younger boys jumped from the swimming pool and a couple of minutes later they were dried and with their sport shoes on. All three left to the basement without saying a single word, however, as soon as they were in the long passage under the pool, Jim could observe they were hand in hand and looking to each other. They stopped in front of an iron door, Jim opened it and all entered, locking it again behind. "Now little guys we have not much time, on the bottom there is mattress, do whatever you want while I arrange this mess. The two 11 y/o boys got red, but one of them less shy took the other in his arms and kissed him tenderly on the lips, the other boy blushed but he did nothing to prevent being kissed. They separated and run to the bottom of the room and started caressing each other. "I have missed you a lot Christian." "Me too, Noah." Their lovely dicks were tenting their swimsuits and their hands reached their crotches, massaging each other. Soon they released from their single clothes, lay on the mattress and started grinding their dicks. Jim could not avoid hearing the sound and moans produced by the two little boys as they expressed their mutual love so long restrained; he approached them, saw how they were rubbing each other dicks, and at the same time their lips locked, however it was obvious they were not using their tongues. Jim dick was not hard, he them touched the boy that was on top, the boy reacted scared looking at him. "It seems you love each other a lot." Noah the prettier of them and less shy said: "Yes Jim, we love a lot each other, we had never being separated for so long and we need this." "I see. but I think you do not kiss properly. Let me show you, if you don't mind." "Please," said Noah. Jim took the cute boy in his arms and placed his lips on his, after rubbing them he pushed his tongue, the boy was a little reluctant but finally he opened his mouth and their tongues met. Christian noticed how his friend dick jumped to his stomach and was harder the ever before. Jim was tenting his swimsuit, so the boy decided to help him dragging it to his knees, freeing his large dick. He took in his hand Jim's cock and started jacking him off slowly, Jim thought to stop the little boy but he was immersed in a great pleasure; he at the same time, was jerking Noah hard little dick with his palm against his belly. Soon he noticed the boy in his arms how he got rigid and moaned in pleasure; he assumed the boy had reached the climax of his first dry orgasm of that morning. He separated him tenderly and Christian stopped masturbating him. "How was it Noah?" asked Christian. "Fantastic, Christian. Please Jim, show him the same as me. The other boy blushed, however he soon found himself in the arms of the big boy and their tongues exploring each other mouths. They kissed passionately as Noah resumed Jim's dick jerking. Christian excited as he had seen his friend, he too, soon got rigid; his hard dick poking against Jim balls as he reached his dry orgasm with a loud moan. Jim pushed the little boy body against him as he also moaned in pleasure. Noah felt the large dick was near to start spurting, so he pointed it straight to the floor. He was tempted to put it into his mouth, however Jim had demonstrated to be his friend and perhaps he might not like it. Jim shot his load; the first shot landed a metre far and other near his feet and on Noah fist. He then reached Noah and kissed him on the lips. "Please, bring that dirty towel; I'll clean my mess while you continue your exercises." Both boys grinned and soon they were on the mattress kissing passionately, but this time their tongues mixed and exploring each other. Jim continued his task, he heard the moans and gasp from the two young boys and he could observe now they were in a 69 position sucking eagerly each other. He felt again how he got hard however he turned his head and concentrated on his task. A few minutes later the boys approached and both, at the same time, hugged him. Jim caressed their heads and could see the beauty of Noah and the sweet and parking eyes of the shy Christian. "Thanks Jim for this lovely time. We would like to be on the mattress for a whole day, but we realise we have come to do a job and that need to be done," said Noah. Jim ruffled their hair saying: "If we have success you will have all time you may need, once you have done your homework, of course." "Of course," repeated both lads smiling. They went to the mattress, put on their swimsuits and sat down, and then Jim said: "Boys, this is a very serious matter, and before I go ahead explaining I need you to swear that nothing of what we talk here will be released to anyone; we face being expelled from this school if someone out of our gang knows it." Noah very serious said: "Apparently I am catholic and behave as such, but Christian knows I am a Jews, so I can swear by the Sacred Torah that my lips will be sealed." "Do you want me to swear on the Bible? I'm ready to do it, if necessary," Christian added. "No, it is not necessary, only I want you to know that this is a grave matter and I gain nothing in it. We want you and some other boys to be happy and enjoy your life together, and not separated." "Thank you very much," Christian said with some tears on his eyes, pressing Noah hand. We love each other and we want to be together as we used to be until we came to this school." "Okay, now listen to me carefully. Look, this school has been very tolerant during the pas five hundred years. Many of its students have been ministers, princes and even head of government. The loves between boys was tolerated whenever it was restricted to their rooms, however this rule practiced during near five hundred years was broken two years ago with the arrival of this priest; therefore our aim will be to remove him and his policy from this institution." The little boys were amazed. Noah said: "How can we, poor boys, do that?" "We are no so poor as you said, at least you; we are clever and we have developed a plan. We need two things, a pretty boy and good actor. Who of you is the best performer? Christian immediately answered: "Noah is the best, even he can cry. You could not believe how good he did last year in our previous school; he received an offer from a film maker, however his dad rejected it." "Is that true, Noah? Jim asked. "Yes it is, but perhaps I'm not so good as he believes. He always exaggerates about me because he loves me." "You are a liar." Christian angrily argued. "Okay, Noah, you will carry out the most important roll of your life, I'm sure you will do it perfect." The little boy grinned as Jim continued and Christian kissed his cheek with love: "I'll explain you later. You Christian, next Monday, once we finish swimming and have dinner, will go into the chapel and hide behind the provisional confessional tab; it must appear as you are praying. If someone asks, you must say that you are shy and don't want anybody seeing you. The priest will lock from inside the main door entering in the sacristy, probably together with Noah; once they enter in there, you will proceed to open the door and make a signal to Françoise that will be outside waiting for you to open. Once in there you will accompany him. "How will I know that Noah is there?" "Noah, during the swimming you must clearly show us: your palms open followed by a deep dive. If you think we must postpone our action; make a "t" with your hand and deep, that will mean postponed for the following day; and finally, your fist clenched and twice deep will mean everything is ok and we must proceed as agreed. With that, nobody will suspect on any of us, as they cannot see us together or talking. Is it clear? "Yes", they answered at unison. "Now Christian, you can return to the pool, I cannot say you just now how we will do, later on Noah will explain it to you in your bed and in your own room." They smiled and did not ask for any question. Christian then said: "Jim I will not make any question, I'm sure we will succeed. Can we? ." Jim grinned. "Yes, but be quick." The little boys did not wait a second, they dragged the swimsuit to their ankles and immediately started sucking their dicks in a 69 position. Jim turned his head and went to finish his work. Soon he heard the low moans, especially from Noah, as they reached their mutual climax. Still with their dick erect they kissed tenderly and Christian left. Jim then made a motion to Noah to sit near him; he was still hard however he did not want to lose a single minute. "Jim, do you want me to suck or jerk off your dick." Jim looked at him with a tender look, kissed the little boy on lips a peck and said: "I would like it a lot, Noah, but we have no time to lose. We may do something all four together, if we succeed." "I'm sure we will do." "Now Noah this is our plans." Jim explained him in detail what they have discussed that would happen, depending on the interpretation of his roll. When he finished, the boy seriously said: "It is a lovely roll; however you know I'm not catholic." "I know that, but think that you are performing, and you are an excellent actor." The boy grinned, hugged, and kissed Jim on the lips. "I'll do it Jim. I'll do it." "Excellent. By the way, your dad is newspaperman. Isn't he?" "Yes, he is director of the most influent newspaper in the South." "All the best. I hope we do not need his help." "Why? He loves me a lot and would do anything for us." "Don't think about that Noah. I'm sure we will not need him; we are more than able to carry out on our own, it is supposed that this school has the cleverest boys of Europe." They grinned, got up, and went to the swimming pool, jumping into the water from one of the corners. Chapter 9 - The Play --------------------- It was Monday and Noah decided to start representing his roll. After dinner, the chapel was open to permit the students and teachers to pray; there were two groups of benches separated by an aisle along the chapel. Noah went in and sat down on a bench three rows to the bottom on the right group, near the confessional box and main gate. He appeared sad; he kneeled down on the next bench; his hands as a little praying angel. He did not move; however thru the corner of his eyes he was watching the priest. Soon the boys and teachers started leaving the chapel; he remained moving his lips as if he was praying. He could observe how the priest sat down on other bench on the left side of the aisle watching him. Noah sighed and produced some tears that run along his lovely cheeks. The priest caught that, and after a few minutes, he decided to approach that beautiful boy; however Noah was prepared; so as soon as he noticed the priest moving, he stood up, signed and, before the clergyman could approach, he left the church. He smiled to himself and thought: "Good start." Next day, Tuesday, Noah dressed in a tracksuit, went in and sat on the same bench; he could observe how the priest spotted him, and as soon as all persons left, he sat near Noah. Noah was with his head bent to his chest, apparently sobbing. "Can I help you little boy? The priest asked. Noah did not answer, he moved his lovely head looking at the priest and this could not help but melting in love with the beautiful boy, his eyes watering. "Are you homesick? Noah returned his head to its previous position. "Oh no, I'm alright, father." "Then, why are you crying? He kept silence and then with a cracking voice answered to the priest: "Because, because I'm not a good boy, I. I have offended little Jesus in spite him be so good to me." "What did you do to offend God? He is our father and I'm sure he will forgive you because you are not so bad as you may believe." "Are you sure father? I did bad things and." "Please, little boy, I am your priest and his representative, besides you are in his house, and anything that you do or say here he will forgive you." "But I did not do bad things here, but at home with a friend of mine and my cousin Marcel." The priest immediately knew what the boys was fearing about; he extended his right arm over Noah shoulders and dragged him to his chest; his left hand was on the boy thighs rubbing them slowly. "If you want, you can tell me, either here or in the confessional box, none will be released, and only God will know them." "But will he forgive me? Noah asked apparently in an innocent way. "Of course, he will." Noah then rested his head on the priest's right shoulder, the man could smell the boy scent thru his nostrils; it has been more than two years he had not been so close to a boy, especially so pretty as this one. His dick was hard, very hard. He knew he had to be very careful; as he had always been. "I, I, did sex things with my friend. We. we." In view on the boy doubts the priest encouraged him. "You can trust on me, little soul" Noah again moved his head and looked to the priest with his large eyes in tears. "We lay on the bed and rubbed against each other until a nice feeling came to. to. " "Your penis" asserted the priest. The priest had left the boy thighs and his left hand was now gripping his own hard dick, slowly jacking himself off under his robe. "Yes" The man now near his climax and stammering, asked the boy." "Do you want to confess and tell me everything? Noah smiled to himself. "I'll do the day after tomorrow for the next Sunday's holy communion. Now I feel much better and relieved. You are so good father. You have helped me a lot, I am now more comforted." The priest moaned in that moment as he reached his high point and started spurting his semen into himself. He thought it was safer not to push the boy and said: "Come tomorrow and I will confess you, I'm sure you will feel a lot better." "Thanks father, but tomorrow I can't come since I have swimming and now I have a lot of homework to do. I must go. Thanks again." Noah stood and kissed the man's hand. The priest rubbed lightly the boy's cheek and he felt how his dick was again hard. Noah sighed, smiled at the priest, and as he was leaving the priest insisted: "I'll be here, you can see me anytime". Noah looked at him with an innocent look and bent his head with respect leaving the church. "You bastard." he thought. He went to the library to pick up a book, and as agreed, he met Jim and Francis; in a couple of seconds he looked at them, winked his eye and clenched his left fist; with that he was telling them everything was going as planned. On Wednesday, he went to swimming and he saw the priest watching all boys in Speedos, Noah dove in a corner and rubbed his dick in order to get it erected, then with his bulge, he went to jump into the water near where the priest was looking at the boys. Their eyes met for a second and he smiled at him, no doubt, the man had fixed his eyes on that part of Noah's body covered by the swimsuit. Suddenly the coach approached the priest. He slowly but determined said: "This is not the time you can be here; if you want to swim you must come properly dressed and when the boys end their practices; so please abandon these installations right now." The priest looked at the strong man with hate. "I am the priest and." The coach did not allow him to continue. "I don't care whether you are the priest or Jesus Christ; you must leave or I'll push you out." The priest was red, but he could do nothing; in fact he was transgressing his authority. He argued: "You are offending the Church." The coach smiled. "That's up to you, fortunately we leave in a free country and the Inquisition disappeared long time ago." The priest started walking containing his rage. He looked back and saw Noah playing with his friend. As the coach returned, after locking the door, he heard all boys applauding him. He looked satisfied to his pupils. He knew most of boys in the school supported him. "Let's continue our task." On Thursday Noah was wearing he school uniform, as traditional in Europe, shoes, woollen socks to the knee, shorts well over the knee, and a pullover. The boys used long trousers after entering puberty, in this school 13 y/o. He wore an old pairs that were even shorter. He went to the chapel and kneeled in the usual bench, he bent his head and motioned as he was praying. Only a few boys and a teacher were present; soon they started leaving, Noah sat down exposing near all his thighs to view. The priest approached and, as the previous days, he sat down near him on his left. Seeing the boy sadness he put his right arm round Noah's shoulders and asked: "Why are you so sad, my boy? "I, I, I am still ashamed, father. I only feel good when I am here in the church with you." The priest saw those beautiful white thighs and could not help but put his left hand on them and started rubbing them softly from the knee up. Noah noticed how the priest moaned; he closed his eyes, his dick started to grow as he imagined his lovely friend Christian's hand was approaching to his dick, as many times they had done. "Why my son?" He woke as he heard the priest' words. Noah made an innocent pout "Because when I leave I start remembering what my friend and my cousin did on the bed; I'm sure little Jesus is offended and I regret it a lot because I love him." The priest crawled his hand up and down and pulled the boy to his chest. Noah rested his head on the priest shoulder and could observe how excited he was and speaking in a husky voice near stammering: "Don't worry my son, Jesus forgive you because you are an honest and good boy. I can absolve you right now and you can have the Holy Communion tomorrow." The man could not resist anymore as he reached his climax and started spurting his semen inside his underwear. Noah then insisted. "I want to take communion in the Sunday mass, so I'll confess on Saturday, because I think these thoughts will continued and I don't want to offend little Jesus any more." The priest continued rubbing Noah's thighs, now near the boy's loins; the priest's cock continued hard as a rock in spite he had had a strong orgasm minutes before. "I don't know why, but I can't put away from my memory those moments when we were nude all three rubbing against each other until the nice feeling came. Only here, near you, I forget everything." Noah noticed again the man excitement and he knew he was close to spurt his semen again. He then stood up slowly, the man's hand rubbed for a second his dick, and he sighed. "I must go, father." The priest near in a quiver said: "Please, stay for a little longer." "I would love to be here the whole night, father; you are so good to me. but I don't want to break the rules of our school. Besides, I have a lot of homework to do before light are off." The priest understood the common sense of the little boy and he reluctantly admitted it. He had touched for a fraction of second the boy's dick and he gladly noticed he was hard and enjoying his touches. He thought it was advisable to take things slowly and not to force the situation. He had a large experience on little boys like this one. "You are right, my son. Rules are rules and we must comply them." The priest could observe the bulge on the boy fly, he was absolutely sure the boy was as hard as himself was. What a beautiful thighs he has! He thought. Noah smiled at the priest and then he hugged him on the waist. "Thanks father for your help to me. I am very happy to have someone to whom I can trust my problems." He kissed the priest's hand and walked out. The priest looked the beautiful boy's legs and his rounded butt cheeks as he left the church. He wanted that boy, he had not any close contact with a boy since two years ago, he only enjoyed when he jacked himself off during the boys' confessions since most of their sins were related to sex. He had started his sex experiences in Ireland, his home country, when he was ten, with his parish's priest and other altar boy. With the priest recommendation, he entered in the Seminary, and there he found some other priests and boys, he sucked and fucked and otherwise. When he became a priest, they sent him to a French Seminary in Paris, as an English teacher. The time spent in this school was the best of his life, thru the confessions he found many boys with whom he shared bed and all sort of sex experiences. He had to pay back for those enjoyments; a couple of times per month, he secretly visited the bishop's palace and fucked and was fucked by his superior. He was promoted within the Seminary school and probably he was a strong candidate to become a bishop in the future. A new archbishop replaced the old one recently deceased. He called him, as recommended by the bishop, and was appointed priest and moral inspector in a school with the high prestige in Orleans; there, only rich and clever boys were admitted since five hundred years ago. Traditionally that school permitted sex relationship amongst boys whenever it was in private; many of boys educated there were the sons of government ministers, bankers, lawyers and very rich people, especially from Paris area. He was instructed by the bishop to get an end with that practice that for him was perverted and aberrant. He gave him full power to do whatever he needed; the head of his Order in France agreed on that. He did not like the task, but if he succeeded, it would mean an important step on his church career. As the boy promised, Saturday evening he sat down near the confessional box waiting the other boys ended; he was the last one, as they complied their penitence left the church. Noah dressed with truck suit, as usual was sad, near sobbing when he approached the box by the front. After the preliminaries, the priest said: "Which are your sins, my son?" "Oh father, I still don't know what happens to me. Only when I am here I feel really comfortable "Are you offended by someone?" "No father, I am the one who continues offending God, because I. I. well my penis is hard most of the time and thinking in what I did with my cousin Marcel and my friend." "What did you do together?" "Well. mostly we lay on the bed, kissed and rubbed against each other, until the nice feeling came, that during a long time." "Were not you parents in there?" "Yes, but we did it in my or his room during our sleepovers." The priest was hard only thinking in what these lovely boys did together. His thoughts came as when he was a boy in the Seminary and visited the priest's cell. "You did that when you were with your friend, and what did you do when alone?" "Well, I rubbed my penis against the sheets." The priest smiled and reminded him what he did when he was a boy like this precious one. "And now in the school?" Noah smiled for himself, he thought: "this fucking priest wants to catch me as he did with many others, including my loved Christian". "That is my problem, I cannot do that because my roommate is a full boarder and I'm not acquainted with him, we are just pals." "It is a sin, but most of the boys commit masturbation." "Masturbation. what is it? I heard sometimes other boys speaking about that, but I don't know what it means." The priest was in fact slowly masturbating himself as his dick was hard as a rock." "Well, masturbation is a way to get rid of your hardness. I can show you, if you like." "But you said it is a sin." "Yes it is a sin if done out of the church, but here Jesus is watching us and everything not hidden from himself is not a sin, besides you are confessing, and that demonstrates that you are a good boy." Noah grinned. "Please show me, I am now very hard." The priest sighed trying to hide the tent formed in his cassock. He stood and said: "Please, follow me to the sacristy." The priest came out the box and went to a door near the altar; however, before that, he closed the church main gate. "No one will come, you were the last one." He opened the door and indicated Noah a large coach: Please, sit down comfortably." Noah sat down stretching his legs. The priest kneeled in front of him, looked to the bulge in Noah's trousers and sighed, close to ejaculated; he then said: "Show me your penis." Noah grabbed the elastic of his trouser and underwear and dragged down to his knees, popping out his lovely uncircumcised dick, as it is normal in Europe. The priest fixed his eyes in that beautiful boy cock; he was well hung for his age, he thought. The man grabbed the clothes to the boy's ankles, exposing those lovely thighs that he had touched a couple of days before. He rubbed them, put his hand under the boy's ball sack and fondled them. Noah closed his eyes as he also was experimenting a lovely sensation, thinking in his love Christian. The priest gripped his right hand round the boy cock and squeezed it, them he said in a cracked voice: "What I'm doing to you is masturbation." He closed his eyes as he started spurting his semen in his underwear." Noah then said: "Please, father, don't stop, please, please." With his thumb and two fingers the priest started jacking Noah off and in half a minute the boy arched his hips, stopped breathing and moaned loudly: "Agh!!!. That was lovely, father. Please, don't stop until my penis is soft, I love that." The priest was in the heaven and his mouth drooling. He left Noah's ball sack and took the boys shoes off, then dragged his trousers and underwear off, leaving only his socks; he then arched the boy's knees and started caressing his inner thighs. Noah could not resist this new action and soon a second climax hit him, again moaning loudly. The priest continued his caresses without stopping the strokes on the boy's dick. Noah was breathing heavily tossing his lovely head to both sides of the coach. The expert priest's hand rubbed the space between the boy's ball sack and his anus; that made him to scream in delight: "Oh, thanks little Jesus for." He could not end the sentence; he arched again his hips trying to meet the priest's hand as he again experimented a strong dry orgasm. The priest also was close again to spurt his semen; he rubbed the boy thighs and balls and could not help but to stop jacking Noah as he received his second orgasm and started spurting his cream inside his clothes. "Please, father, don't stop, please, please." The priest had stopped masturbating Noah to caresses the boy's chest, pinching his nipples and rubbing his tummy. He would have liked to kiss those lovely lips and suck the boy's cock; however he thought he might have time to do that. He spit his saliva on the boy dick head and resumed his strokes; now the boy was more relaxed and took him near two minutes more to send the boy to orbit. The orgasm was so powerful that the boy screamed in delight; the priest observed how the boy dick softened; then he left Noah to recover and asked him: "How was it? As you can see I got rid of your hardness." "That was fantastic, father. Thank you very, very much for your help. Only my cousin Marcel did to me something similar, but he did not mast..." "Masturbation." The priest pointed out. "Exactly, masturbated me. When can we repeat it again? "You liked it, didn't you? "Oh yes, a lot." "We can repeat it anytime that you want, however you must keep it secret, otherwise all the boys may want to enjoy it. By the way, what your cousin Marcel did to you? "Well, it is too weird, he, he," "Come on, don't forget you are confessing with me and you should not hide anything to little Jesus." Noah got serious and said: "Well Marcel became a baby and he sucked my penis as it was a teat. It was so great that I near fainted." The priest smiled. "Do you want me to do it to you." "Oh yes! I would love it," exclaimed the boy, "But now my penis is satisfied and my hardness has disappeared." "We can do it tonight, I'll go to your room with an excuse and bring you with me to my cell." The priest could observe that the boy was not ready to accept and he thought in other alternative; after have masturbated the boy, he wanted above all to take him to his bed. "Or tomorrow after lunch I can do it to you." "Oh no! I have a lot of home work to do tonight, and tomorrow is Sunday and I will take my communion; besides little Jesus won't be there, and again I will be ashamed because I did something on his back, he might be offended and I love him a lot." The priest smiled at the apparent innocence of the boy. "In that case, get dressed and I'll give you my absolution." "You are not mad at me, aren't you father?" "Oh sure not, I just want to please you." The boy grinned. "What about on Monday evening? Monday is a quiet day and I must come for my prayers. Would you do it to me then?" The priest thought it was a good idea; they could do anything here in the sacristy without anyone disturbing them, and with the boy's belief that Jesus would not be upset. "Yes, it is a good idea. After that, we can pray together." "I love Jesus and I love you, father; you are also a good friend." Saying this Noah hugged the priest. He had already dressed; then he kissed the priest's hand and kneeled. The priest said: "Now as a penitence prays three Holy Mary and tomorrow you can get your communion." "Thanks again father." Noah left the sacristy for the church; he did his penitence and left the building. Once outside he smiled, "You lascivious and bastard, you like doing me what I want to do with my Christian, that's not justice." He sobbed of rage thinking in his beautiful friend and how he had suffered since they came into the school; only Jim, risking his own future did something for both. "How I would like to be on a bed all three together! Or four, including Françoise, because I know they love each other as we do Christian and me. Oh my Christian! I love you too much" he murmured. Chapter 10 - In Paris --------------------- Well, that was on Saturday evening, but how Francis and Jim were in Paris? On Friday evening, after classes ended, Francis and Jim, with the happiness in his face, went to their room to pickup up their luggage, Francis, took a few bank notes and gave them to Jim: "Jim, all I have is yours, however I know you might be offended. Please take this money, consider it as a loan from me without additional cost. You will be able to return it to me when you earn money enough, I'm sure you will be rich within a few years." Jim was astonished and said: "Francis, I don't need any money, I only need you, your love and your friendship." Francis kissed Jim tenderly on the lips. "I love you Jim, you will have me forever, but a few banknotes in your pocket will not disturb you. They laughed as Jim took the money. "Francis this is a fortune! I don't need so much money, what shall I do with it." "Well, it is up to you to decide." "Thank you. I promise to reimburse it." "I'm sure you will." Francis kissed Jim again. "Let's go." Dressed in the school uniform, they boarded the luxury school bus that should transport them to the City of Lights; before they left, the school office provided them with a paper and the school identification cards, just in case they needed some help from any authority. They sat together, unfortunately it was dark and chilly outside, and during the journey, Francis could not show Jim all the little villages and the outskirt of Paris. When they arrived, took a taxi, during the trip Francis stopped the taxi when they were in front of a pharmacy, he entered and came back quickly; Jim looked at his friend quizzically, Francis smiled at him as saying "you will see it later". They arrived at the main entrance of a luxury hotel in an old building. Francis paid the taxi and the porter took their light luggage into reception; Francis gave a good tip and the man, amazed bowed to the boys. The receptionist guessed who they were, because he pushed a telephone and half a minute later a middle aged man came: "Hi Françoise, glad to see you again, my son!." The man hugged and kissed Francis as if he were his son. "Glad to see you Mr. Jenkins. How are Mrs. Jenkins, Jenny and Terry?" "Lovely, the girls returned to UK to their school after a short visit." "Let me introduce my friend and roommate James Martinez." The man shook hand with Jim smiling at him. "You are very welcome to our house Mr. Martinez." "Please, call me Jim." Mr. Jenkins smiled at him gratefully, then looking at Francis he said: "Your dad called me, he said he won't be able to be here tonight, however he will phone you tomorrow. I have prepared the Royal Suite for you, during the weekend we are rather quiet, you deserve it more than anybody else, and we had not any compromise. I have left in there some fruit and the fridge is open for you; should you need anything, please don't hesitate to call me; I hope you will join me for dinner tonight. "Thanks Mr. Jenkins, we are now rather tired after a school day and the trip to here, however we will come down for dinner. Be careful Mr. Jenkins, Jim is an excellent cook." Jim blushed. "Thanks Françoise for your warning." A pageboy wanted to help with the luggage, but Francis kindly rejected it, however he gave a tip to the young man that thanked him for his kindness. They took the key and gladly went up the soft carpeted stairs; it was on the first floor. Francis opened the door and both entered; Jim admired the luxury of the rooms, one living and a main bedroom with two king-sized beds. Jim looked at Francis and kissed him on the lips; Francis tenderly separated from him and said: "Jim please, let's my dream come true, I dreamt it many times. Please go out and in a minute come inside locking the door." Jim stared at his lover and smiled. He did not know what his dream was, however he would put all his enthusiasm to please his friend. He went out and in a minute, he entered in the bedroom. Francis was naked on the bed and his dick hard. As soon as Jim saw him he started to remove his clothes, nevertheless Francis said: "I'll do myself; you will be a passive actor." "Are you sure?" "Yes, I am." He started slowly undressing Jim, tossing his clothes on one armchair. Jim was excited with this ceremony and when Francis finally dragged his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popped out with a glistening clear drop of precum on his pee slit. Francis looked at him and kissed his friend on the lips; their tongues swirled inside their mouths; soon Francis broke their kiss and kneeled before his naked lover. With his left hand he fondled and squeezed his loose ball sack; then with his right took that lovely cock to his mouth, tenderly with his lips he dragged the foreskin back and started sucking Jim dickhead slowly. Jim gasped and moaned in pleasure, putting his hands on the blond haired head. He felt how his orgasm was approaching as he tensed, held his breath, then Francis left his friend's cock just in the moment Jim started spurting his seeds; the first shot splashed on Francis forehead as he continued jacking Jim off, a few more on his eyes, nose and upper lips and then on his fist. Jim near fainted. He could not stand so he kneeled down in front of his friend kissing him tenderly; he started licking his own semen from Francis' face until he was absolutely clean. Jim took Francis to his feet and kissed him mixing his semen with their saliva. Jim took Francis in his arms, as if a boy takes his bride on wedding day, and dropped him on the large bed. Francis did not need much because he was very close to his climax, Jim took his dick in his mouth and sucked it eagerly; Francis moaned loudly in pleasure as he started spurting his cream inside his friend's mouth. Jim retained Francis' semen in his mouth, and when his dick started softening; he scooted up and kissed his beautiful friend, partially sharing with him his semen. They kissed tenderly for several minutes and then Jim asked: "Was your dream fulfilled?" Francis looked his friend and lover tenderly and after kissing him he said: "It was much better than in my dream. The second part was not contemplated in it. I love you Jim." "I love you too, my precious blonde. I eagerly wanted to be alone with you without expecting someone knocking on our door." They were very young and soon their cocks were again ready to a new adventure. They got started, but then again, with the anxiety in their minds about this encounter. After a quiet moment they started kissing. Jim found himself on top in a 69 position with Francis on the bed. Now, the sweet scent of Francis' soft skin and heated wrinkled sack was so delicious! Jim looked down at the insides of his thighs as he swallowed his long hardness and pleasured Francis with as much heart as he could. Jim loved Francis' smooth thighs, he lifted Francis' legs making one of those soft thighs brush against Jim's cheek driving him wild. Jim looked down at his balls, full and sweet, and then down into the small beginnings of his cleft, showing him a hint of a tight pucker that was screaming to be touched and teased. Jim's hands started massaging Francis' butt cheeks softly as his lips sucked his wonderful shaft, and the more Jim made to his friend's body, the more Francis did the same to him. Francis mouth bathed Jim's cock in a slippery wet heat that kept swirling and sucking at him constantly, trying desperately to steal his focus away from pleasuring him on the other end. Jim was almost near the edge. He sucked harder and harder, speeding up as his climax approached. Francis began to moan in short little gasps as he was close to his orgasm too, forcing himself to speed the swirling motion of his mouth on Jim's cock and push his hips up to meet his down strokes. Francis lifting his hips gave Jim better access to his ass, and Jim grabbed more of the small meaty cheeks in his hands. Suddenly Jim cried out as the orgasm took a hold of his body and exploded out of him into Francis' mouth. Francis sucked hard, greedily drawing the semen out of Jim before he could ejaculate; Jim's legs went numb on either side of his head. Jim felt Francis' dick head expanded in his mouth and he prepared to take his load with pleasure. Jim gripped Francis' butt cheeks against his face as Jim rolled over to the side; Francis started to squirt his load splashing the insides of Jim's mouth as he squirmed and moaned in pleasure. Jim didn't stop sucking Francis' cock until every last drop was gone. They turned to face each other and breathlessly until their heartbeats went back to normal. Jim then gently separated Francis' sweated locks silver hair that cascaded on his forehead and kissed him tenderly. Francis then took Jim's hand and placing a kiss on his palm he dragged it to his cheek; he knew how much Jim liked to touch his face. "I love you, Jim. I wonder what the future will bring to us, but in this moment I would never change this instant for all gold of the world." Jim kissed him again tenderly. "I love you, too, Francis. We needed this intimacy; however our moans were so loud." Francis grinned and kissed him again. "Moans? They were screams; fortunately, the walls are sound proof." They just remained together kissing and petting each other. Then Jim jumped from the large bed and went to the other room, carrying some bananas with him. "I'm a little bit hungry." Francis looked at the bananas and deeply blushed. Jim looked at his friend and noticed his embarrassment. "What's up Francis?" His friend extended his arms and both got again in a wild kissing; then Francis said: "Jim, I love you and I am determined to experiment everything we like, that banana." Jim also blushed. He then kissed Francis. "Ah, yes. Francis I love you, so I'll do to you anything that you want; and I'm ready you do me what you like. By now, we are lovers and we have not had any restriction whatever. I agree with you to experiment all aspects of our lovemaking, and never a better place and time than this." They ate some fruit, including the bananas and as finished them, they were again ready as their young bodies refilled their balls. They started kissing, mixing their saliva; Jim kissed and licked Francis neck, however as he moaned in pleasure Francis rolled over and he started fondling his friend as he was doing to him. He licked and sucked Jim's nipples and continued on his belly button; they were very hard again as their cocks were grinding and their mouth locked in a passionate kiss. Jim loved that silky hair that was now caressing his face; he grasped Francis' head caressing his hair and neck. He then took his hands down to Francis' white and beautiful round butt cheeks; Francis opened his legs giving an easy access to his lover. They kissed and rubbed against each other for a long time, stopping and rolling over in order to enjoy their time. Soon they could not hold anymore, their bodies got rigid as a spasm took over their muscles; their dicks spurted wad after wad of his precious cream until both were empty and their dick started to get flaccid. In the bliss after their orgasm, they lay side by side kissing tenderly. Tired as they were, they closed eyes and drifted to sleep. Two hours later, moved as they woke up. Francis rubbed his lover hair and started kissing him. "I love you, Jim. For me, you are the most beautiful creature I ever saw. Any part of you is blessed with flawless and lovely view." Jim hugged and kissed his friend again. They enjoyed their closeness, kissing and caressing each other. Jim stroked Francis' hair looking into those blue pools of his eyes. "I love you, too. I can't imagine seeing anyone, girl or boy, prettier than you, a least to me." Francis grinned and kissed his friend tenderly on the lips. "Don't be so sure my love, that creature exists, and I would be extremely happy if you sometime agreed with me." "Are you sure? Only my little nephew Francis is the same as you are, however, for obvious reasons, I love him differently as I love you." "Forget it by now. Let's have a shower and come down for dinner, Mr. Jenkins must be waiting for us." Hand in hand, they entered in the large bathroom; they started soaping one another kissing and caressing their bodies. That lead to new erections; Jim stroked a few times Francis' lovely dick and Francis did the same. "We better leave it now; otherwise Mr. Jenkins will never have dinner." They laughed and soon they were finished and dressed. Went downstairs and at reception Francis told that their uniforms must be cleaned as well as their shoes. They had a nice dinner with Mr. Jenkins talking about their mutual families, especially about his two daughters. Jim then said: "I would like to have a walk thru the boulevards." "Sorry, Jim" said Mr. Jenkins. "It is not advisable at this time of the night; Paris is a beautiful town during the day, but night it is a different matter." "Thank you Mr. Jenkins. I live in a village and always I believe everywhere is the same, even Orleans is a lovely town whenever is not very late in the night. On the other hand, we are tired and tomorrow Francis wants to show me this wonderful city." Mr. Jenkins stood up and the boys followed him, thanking for his attentions. Francis asked for the room key and as soon as he opened the door, Jim took him from behind, licked, and kissed his neck. Francis sighed; he spun and kissed his mate passionately. "Please Jim, lock the door and hang the notice "do not disturb" outside". Jim did it, and in seconds, they were on the large bed and their mouth locked in a passionate kiss. "I love you, Francis." "I love you, too Jim." He doubted for a moment, then blushed and continued: I. I. have something for you. Jim was a little confused at first. He didn't know if it was supposed to be symbolic or what. Suddenly Jim knew exactly what he was saying with this gift, and it brought him to 'attention'. Inside the box...was a small tube of Vaseline. "Francis, I, I am afraid it will hurt; you won't like it. "But after tonight, after everything we've been through together, I trust you. Jim, I love you." Francis turned to meet Jim's eyes and he walked over to him. "Jim, I've never loved anybody this much. It really scares me sometimes. However, tonight I want to experience every possible way of loving you. Jim, I want to give myself to you...all the way, no matter what will happen in the future." "Francis...you don't have to do this. You know I love you and I will love you forever." "I know. And I know that you understand. That's why I love you so much. So I decided that if I were ever going to do it, tonight would be the night. That's how special you are to me." There was no way to keep tears from falling from Jim's eyes, and once he started, Francis followed. Francis came down and kissed him deeply on the lips as he leaned back against the bed. Francis's delicious tongue kissing sent him soaring to cloud 9, enraptured with his amazing body, his incredible scent, his emotional heart. Francis's hand moved slowly down to Jim's soft belly, and then further down to rub his growing erection thru his trousers. He started to pull his sweater over his head and Jim unbuttoned Francis' shirt. They disrobed slowly, erotically, one article at a time, until they were both completely naked. Francis began to tongue and kiss Jim's right nipple while working his swollen cock with his hand. His warm fingers moved softly over the head on every upstroke, and it felt like Jim was ready to blow already. Francis moved back up to kiss his lips once again, and they ground into each other rhythmically for a few minutes, Jim's hands resting comfortably on his smooth backside. Then, when he felt he was ready, Francis reached behind him and took one of Jim's hands, guiding it down to his soft supple ass. Once again, Jim was fascinated with its shape, its tender meat turning to putty in his hands. Francis felt his friend's fingers find his crack and slide down to the tight hole within. Jim ran his fingers over it and he tensed for a second, still a bit afraid of what might happen. Jim stopped and started to move his hand back up to his shoulders, but Francis moved it back down again, signalling him that he was ready. He guided Jim's fingers to the hole again and their kissing became stronger. They were breathing hard and Francis started to gasp as Jim's finger teased his pink bud by running circles around it. He was really beginning to get turned on and actually started moaning aloud. "Mm! Oh! Yeah...do it...do it Jim...do it..." And, without being able to hold back any more, he took a glob of Vaseline on his middle finger and slowly entered his tight little ring. They both had to stop for a moment to keep from coming right then and there. It was an overwhelming experience for both of them! It took a little while before they started moving again, but that first penetration with his finger was enough to drive any man over the edge. His tunnel was so wet and warm, so soft and ready, and that was just with a finger. Jim took another glob of Vaseline and coated his forefinger; then introduced both into his friend's tunnel. Francis moaned in pleasure. Then Jim repeated, but this time with three fingers. Francis moaned and he thought he had hurt him. "Have I hurt you? "Oh no. Only a little discomfort." Jim grinned, expanding the Vaseline inside Francis' butt. He was ready. Francis reached down and grabbed the tube of Vaseline and started coating Jim's dick with the slippery substance. "Please, you better hurry, if you want this to happen, I don't know how much more I can stand." Jim said. Francis was slowly masturbating Jim as he applied the greasy substance to his leaking shaft, staring into his eyes with the sexiest gaze Jim had ever seen from him. Then they switched places, him on his knees facing the bed, and Jim right behind him. He bent over putting his face on the pillow, and he reached back with his hands to pull his tight cleft open for him. His ass was so awesome. Jim moved into position, but before trying anything he whispered in his ear, "Let me know if I hurt you." Francis nodded; and with a little jitter in his stomach, and a shaky hand, Jim grabbed his cock up by the head and placed it at the opening of his friend's tight orifice. He seemed like he was ready, and Jim pushed in ever so slightly. The feeling of having his tip at the opening was enough to make him mad, but pushing in was even more incredible. There was a little resistance, then a lot, but Francis never told him to stop, he wanted to experience this more than anything. It took some pushing and pulling, but suddenly, as if by magic, Francis sighed and his cavity opened wide to accept him. Jim slid in, little by little, his hot insides pulsing with every beat of his heart, his moist canal massaging Jim's stiff member from all sides, his ring tightening and relaxing rhythmically around his shaft as Jim ventured deeper into his lover. "Did I hurt you? "Just a little; please remain quiet until I get used to it." After some time the pain subsided. "Please go ahead again." Jim was excited and his young body wanting to release his tension; he pushed and finally was all the way in, and Jim felt his few pubic hairs resting on Francis' flawless cheeks. "I'm in. I'm really in." Jim whispered. Francis seemed to be relaxing even more and Jim leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Ready?" "Ready my Latin boy. Jim, I love you." "I love you too, my Norman." Jim said, and he pulled out slowly, only to push it back in again. Francis was moaning loudly and Jim couldn't help but join him. Jim folded his arms around his tender stomach and rubbed them back and forth, as they made love. Jim ran his hands up to his nipples and glided back and forth across his smooth chest. His other hand found its way to Francis' rock hard cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Jim kissed the back of his neck and he gasped in pleasure, pushing back on him even harder. Jim sucked at the tender flesh there and Francis rocked back and forth with him, pushing and pulling in a slow passionate grind. Jim began to speed up, his thrusts became harder, his hand on Francis' cock moved faster, and his kisses turned into gentle nibbles and bites. They were both moaning loudly, their young teen bodies glistening with sweat, and Jim was about to reach his limit. All the times they had spent together, hidden in the school and now here, flashed through his mind, every kiss, every touch, every tear that had been shed between them...it had all been leading up to this magical moment. Francis was whimpering in desperation, almost howling, and he was pushing back against him as hard as he could. Then, Jim felt Francis' cock pulse in his hand and he actually heard the sound of his hot cream spraying the sheet, as it shot out of him harder than it ever had before. At the same time, his ass closed up around Jim's shaft and his orgasm was immediately delivered to him. Jim actually felt Francis's orgasm from the inside as his body flexed with a spasm, forcing his hot wet tunnel to swish and swirl around his dick until Jim couldn't take it anymore. Jim shouted out as loud as he could as he shot his seed deep into Francis' rectum and practically fighting to keep his balance. It was by far the most explosive climax Jim had ever had in his entire short life, and he was sharing it with Francis...his friend. Francis collapsed on the bed and Jim fell on top of him, breathing hard and still giggling to himself. "OH...oh wow... my god. my god... oh wow...!!!" Jim panted. Francis turned around and lay down on top of him. With his cock being so sensitive, feeling his touch sent tiny earthquakes throughout his entire body. They kissed and Jim ran his fingers through Francis' silky hair, their bodies still shaking and twitching with delight. "That was wonderful, Jim, however I would prefer you in my arms." He said, their smile brightening their happiness. "Yes, I never thought it could be that good with you. That was...it was...oh wow." Jim said, still trying to put it into words. Francis laughed at him, his body trembling with every chuckle as he lay on top of him, and he kissed him on the lips to shut him up. They still had the whole night before go to sleep; they just lay on the bed, staring at the walls talking about their friendship and love. Francis thought he would never leave his side, no matter what obstacle life threw at them. "We must change into the other bed," Francis said, blushing. "They will change the sheets tomorrow, they do everyday, anyway." They laughed, and looking into Jim's black wells, he continued: "Jim, no matter what happens in the future, I will never forget this night; you are so sweet, so good so special." Jim interrupted him with a tender kiss; Francis' locks rubbing his face. "I love you Francis and I only want you to enjoy with me everything that I have and I know." Francis bent his head again and started kissing him, now passionately. Jim responded in the same manner, their tongues swirled inside their mouths and their saliva mixed; they rolled from one side to the other on the bed, their dicks again hard rubbing against their crotches. Francis tenderly separated from his lover: "Let's use the other bed and do it again." Jim smiled. "Are you ready? "Yes I am, and I can see you are, too." They went to the other bed, Jim took Francis from behind and started kissing and biting on the back on his neck, at the same time, his hands rubbing his chest; his dick looking for Francis pucker entrance. "What do you want me to do, my master?" Jim asked. Francis turned round and kissed his friend tenderly. "Tonight, you are not my slave, but my lover." He blushed saying: "I want you to do it again to me, but I would like to have you in my arms, my cutest boy." They kissed. "Alright." Jim went to the other bed and took the tube of vaseline. Francis looked at it: "Do you think you still need that?" "Yes, my love. I want you to fully enjoy now that you are open. Remember that you gave me the best of you, your virginity." Francis smiled. "Did I?" "Yes you did. And I am ready to give you mine when you request it, because now I know no one took it, though I fucked them." Francis looked those eyes he deeply loved. "Not tonight, my love. I prefer you do it to me; you are the expert. Please let me to grease your dick, I love touching it." They smiled as Francis took the vaseline, smearing some on Jim's dick shaft; the head now glistening with precum. They resumed their passionate kissing. Jim dragged Francis and lay him on his back, he was on top of him; now their dicks rubbing against each other. He scooted down, licking and kissing his nipples, armpits, belly button and finally, he put Francis' dick in his mouth. The blond boy squirmed in delight moaning and gasping loudly. Jim kneeled between Francis' legs, raised them to his chest; with his left hand guided his dick to his lover's ass hole while with the right slowly stroked Francis's cock. He tenderly pushed in, and after a little resistance, he smoothly entered him. Slow and tenderly, he progressed and soon his full dick was buried inside his friend to the hilt. "I'm totally inside you, my love. Did I hurt you?" "Oh no! It is wonderful to feel you inside me." Francis gripped his legs round Jim's hips and dragged him to his face. They kissed passionately, exploring each corner of their mouths. Jim raised himself and started thrusting his blond lover; first slow and as he was feeling the lust, he increased his pace, at the same time stroking Francis' dick that now was abundantly spilling precum. In a few minutes, both young teenagers were wildly making love and sweating; the bedspring squealing as Jim thrusts became stronger and quicker. Jim felt how his friend's dick became harder than he ever felt before, assuming he was ready to climax in seconds. Francis, being stimulated in both sides, pushed his hips up and screamed as a hot wolf in the night, starting to spurt his semen onto his chest. Jim noticed that and he climaxed a few seconds behind Francis with a strong thrust. The orgasms were so strong that Jim could not resist anymore on his knees; he fell on top of Francis breathing heavily; his head on his friend's left shoulder; he near passed out. Francis was the first to recover, he caressed his friend's curly hair, his back, kissed him, and tenderly he whispered on his ear: "I love you, Jim. I love you with all my heart." He could hear a deep whisper from his lover: "I love you, too, "Mon petit coeur." Francis kissed his friend's cheek as a tear came down on it as he remembered the words that his dead mom used to tell him; and now being repeated by his lover with all the happiness he was enjoying with him. They slipped to their sides and as he could, he grabbed the covers and drifted to sleep when it was round 10:00 pm. Eight hours later he woke up with needs to empty his bladder; he peed and returned to the bed facing Jim. He lay on his elbow and contemplated his friend, his long eyelashes, his curly hair, his thick red lips and the whiteness of his skin; he had lost that wonderful tan he brought from Spain, two months before. He was peacefully dreaming and a light smile came to his face showing that lovely dimple on his right cheek. He loved him; he recognized Jim was not a pretty boy for others, but for him he was the cutest boy of the world because he always saw his soul; a boy that risked his own future to help a little boy. "Who could do that except he? No one" As he was thinking his dick started to grow and now was hard. He could not help himself and started kissing Jim, first on the lips and then round his face and arms. He approached his body to him with their hard cocks pressing against each other. Jim woke up and looked at him. Jim lay there smiling at him, and kissed the tip of Francis' nose lightly, then he squeezed Francis' thigh and he squeezed him back. It felt wonderful to lye together skin to skin and feel the hardness pushing into each other. Jim reached down and held Francis' cock opening his legs. He pushed his cock under his balls and closed his legs down on him tightly, Francis started humping against Jim and before long, the juices of his dick made the area between his thighs all slippery and wet, they started humping harder and faster, squeezing tightly like they were fucking each other in a frenzy, and before long, they felt the fires building ready to spill over. Jim's hard cock had been rubbing against Francis' belly and the continuous humping between them was causing the friction necessary to have him too reaching towards a heavy climax. They were breathing hard and suddenly Francis felt a rush of hot sticky fluid hit his stomach which made him realise Jim was spurting his cream hard against him, and this pushed Francis to the edge, and he started flooding cum between Jim's legs. They were both racked with sweat, their hearts racing. He leaned back slightly, slipped the palm of his hand over Jim's left nipple, and could feel his heart rate pounding like his. They slowly settled back to a feeling of wonderful bliss and thought they should sleep again. They cuddled into each other arms and soon they were happy asleep. Chapter 11 - Second day in Paris --------------------------------- Two hours later Jim woke up and felt the need to empty his bladder; he got up, peed and came back to lay on his side facing his friend. He thought how beautiful Francis was and how he loved this creature. He felt a little twinge in his heart thinking that, probably within a few years, he would not like to make love to him because he felt sure he would love a girl. What a wonderful thing would be if he were a girl!!! He was sure he would have a crutch on her. However, one thing was sure for himself, making or not love with Francis, he would love him forever; sex was something added but not definitive for their friendship and love. He stroked his blond hair and kissed him tenderly. "I love you Francis, and I will love you forever, no matter if you love me or not. I will stay beside you for the rest of my life." He murmured. It seems that those thoughts came into Francis's soul because he smiled in his dream, he grinned and muttered: "I love you, my beautiful Latin. You are for me the greatest creature I ever met." Jim could not help and he approached his lips to his and kissed him gently. Francis opened his blue eyes, extended his arms round his friend neck and kissed him back. "Good morning Jim." "Good morning my lovely blond Norman." They chuckled, kissed again and got up. "Come on, let's shower and have breakfast. We have a lot to see today." Jokingly they went to the bathroom, they soaped each other and rinsed. Their young cocks were erected, smiled seeing them, Jim said: "After all the exercises last night still they want to continue." Francis kissed his friend dick. "Let's give them a rest. Tonight will be their battle." However, Francis was already very hot and could not help but take his friend's dick into his mouth. He placed his left hand back on Jim's round butt cheeks and sucked eagerly his cock. Jim could not resist his blond friend actions, his knees became weak and he fell on the bathroom floor moaning in pleasure as Francis' tongue travelled round his dick head. He lay down motioning Francis to get into a 69 position. Francis got on top of him sucking and absorbing the lovely juice of his friend's precum. Jim eagerly took Francis dick in his mouth until his nose rubbed his lover's balls. They sucked each other without expressing a single word as if there would not be tomorrow. Soon their young bodies tensed, stopped breathing and Jim pushed up his hips as Francis pushed down his. They started spurting their clean milk into their throats. They continued sucking each other until their dick became flaccid and their balls empty; then slid to their side still breathing hard, returning to their normal position. Jim hugged and kissed tenderly his friend, and suddenly, without knowing why, both started to laugh loudly. They were happy and when stopped, looked at each other and kissed tenderly. "I love you, Francis." "I love you, my precious Latin." Jim smiled caressing his lover locks kissing him again. They got out of the shower, dried each other and dressed. A few minutes later, were sat down in the dinning room having a huge breakfast, as they were exhausted. Mr. Jenkins greeted and joined them; they had a lovely talk regarding to the places that wanted to visit, he made some suggestions that the boys welcomed. Dressed in comfortable and warmth clothes they left the hotel, ready to live their love adventures. Hand in hand they run thru the centre of the large city, visiting the most important museums, gardens and squares, happily and laughing. For Jim everything was wonderful, amazing, especially when they visited the cathedral of Notre Dame; he eyes were as sparking lights and when they run up to one of the towers, to contemplate Paris and the river Seine, he looked at his friend saying: "Thanks Francis for this wonderful time." Francis looked at him and watching nobody was round them, he kissed him tenderly on the lips. "I love you Jim, you deserve this and all the gold in the world." Jim did not look to anywhere, took Francis's cheeks in his hands and kissed him back softly. "You are the author of my happiness. I never imagined I could love a person as much as I love you, my blond Norman. They kissed again and hand in hand, descended from the tower; took the underground that led them to the centre of commercial part of Paris, where the most famous fashion designers had their business. As they were sat down on the wagon, Francis extracted from his pocket three sheets with drawings on them, showing them to Jim. "What are these?" Jim inquired. "I have done for my sister and uncle Carl. I promised to send them to De Damper's, so as we are here I want to deliver them personally. He is a good old man and close friend of my family." Jim did not understand much about fashion, but he had heard a lot of other boys expressing out their pride because they wore clothes designed by this firm. "Do you know them?" asked Jim astonished. "Yes, and I will have the pleasure of introducing you to Jacques." He could not answer him because the doors opened and they went out to surface. They walked along some streets full of people and large luxury cars running. The building were old but well conserved with large shop windows on the basements. One of them had a red canvas tunnel, like the hotel, with golden letters showing "De Damper's Maison". Francis entered thru a revolving door into a large thick-carpeted hall with some counters and well dressed men and women attending customers. Suddenly a short man appeared thru a large door with his hands pressed against his head, apparently very upset, murmuring some words to a preoccupied couple that followed him. His little eyes watched them in surprise; and leaving the couple, he came directly to Francis: "Françoise, my dear Françoise!!! What are you doing here? He hugged tenderly the boy with affection. "We are paying a visit to Paris and as I promised you, I have brought the designs with me. But let me introduce my best friend and roommate James Martinez, from Spain." The man looked at Jim and hugged him as if he knew Jim since he was born. "I am very glad to see you both." Addressing to the astonished couple he said: "I'll be in my office, please I don't want any one to disturb me. Come on boys, let have something in my office." They entered in a large room with a luxury desk, several fur armchairs and coaches spread. They sat down and he continued speaking: "Is it you dad with you? And your uncle Carl? "No, they aren't. We are on our own. He promised would join us here today, but I received a phone call he could not come, however I don't mind since I know Paris very well and our aim is only as tourists." A few minutes later a maid came with a large tray with sandwiches, cold and hot drinks. The man did not stop speaking asking questions to both about the school; then Francis said: "Jacques, thank for your kindness, but I think that you have some problems to resolve while you are with us." "You are right my son, but sometimes it is good to leave problems aside for some minutes to settle down, whilst perhaps a solutions can arrive. Francis I want to show you my drawings for the next Autumn-Winter campaign." Jim looked surprised to Francis, because he thought it still was autumn, however he did not say anything; he would ask him later. He came with a large file containing drawings and Francis started looking at them. "They are beautiful Jacques; I don't think I can improve anything on them. Please send them to my hotel, tonight carefully I'll have a look into them and you can send someone to pick them up tomorrow. I'll leave them with Mr. Jenkins. How is current next spring-summer campaign? "Oh that is my headache! All designs are ready, however we still need the pictures for young boys section to end the booklet; this morning two models should have come but they have phoned are with flu. My problem is not a matter of money but prestige. All other companies are already printing the booklet for the "prˆt a porter" items; we have all pictures made, except for young men." Then in that moment his little eyes sparkled, he looked at them and said: "Francis, James, would you mind be my models?" They looked at each other in astounded, then, Francis said: "Jacques, we are not models, even amateur; you need professionals." "I know my son, but these are only photos, you don't need to act or walk; our photographer is an excellent professional and I'm sure he will do his best." Jim looked excited to his friend. "Françoise, Jacques has a serious problem and we can help him, why not?" Francis looked at his friend lovingly; he thought in this moment he would kiss him right there, how this boy was ready to help anyone who has a problem without asking anything back. "Well." he doubted "What about if dad knows it?" "Oh don't worry, I'll convince him. On the other hand you will only wear decent items, no trunks or underwear." In that moment, someone knocked on the door announcing that the photographer had arrived. "Tell him to get ready the equipment, in five minutes we will be in there." The man was shocked since he knew the models were sick. Then addressing to the boys he said: "Where are you going to have lunch? "We have programmed to try in the Eiffel's, Jim has never being in there and I wonder if we can get a table available." The man smiled wickedly. "Leave that to me." They went upstairs and showed them all items to be photographed with. Two young men helped them to wear item after item, blouses, shorts, trousers, etc. Two hours later they had finished. The photographer congratulated Jacques and asked for the name of the agency where he had got them. "They are not professionals, even amateur, they are sons of friends of mine, so please, keep only for you. They are from Orleans' school. The man nodded and left. Jacques approached the boys: "Now lads, besides my best thanks I want to pay you back." "Jacques, we are friend; you don't need to pay anything, only be careful with my dad and uncle Carl. You know he can put you into a serious problem if he knows." Francis said grinning. "I'll do. First of all, I'll take myself to Eiffel's; a table is ready for you two. On the other hand, since you don't want any payment, two items of each garment are for you." The boys looked at each other in complicity. Francis said: "I don't need any item myself, but I'll take them. Can you ship them to Spain?" Jim did not know what he wanted to do. He knew they could not take them into the school, so he thought he would send them to someone and his to his house. "I'm ready to do anything to pay you back for your favour." Francis grinned. "Jacques, they are four collections, aren't they?" "Yes, you are right." "I that case, we are going to give you an address where you should send: one for James, and three for another three eleven to twelve year old children, named Frankie, John and Francis. Please sort them out as you prefer; they should be there before Christmas. Can you do that for us?" The man smiled thinking probably it was a rich boy caprice or for charity." "Don't worry, I'll take the parcel to the Spanish embassy to be checked by customs in order it is not opened at the border. It will be delivered free of charge at the address." Jim was with his mouth agape and could not even speak. He thought what a lovely surprise for Frankie, John and Francis. He could now imagine their reactions; but what would his parents say? Well he has to find an explanation with the help of Francis. It was now near 13:00 and they were hungry. "Now my lads thank again. Come on, my car is waiting outside." They jumped into the luxury car and run thru Paris, they arrived to the Eiffel tower and lifted to the restaurant; Jim was amazed with the view from there; he thought he must be dreaming, but Francis pressed his hand: "Do you like it?" Jim looked at his friend and seeing nobody was near, he pressed back his friend's hand saying: "Oh yes! Thanks. I love you Francis." The waiter came and took the order. They enjoyed their lunch talking about school and some unimportant events. When they finished, Francis asked for the bill, however the restaurant's manager told him that his uncle Jacques had already paid. He thanked them and gave a tip. Jim saw Francis' action and his mouth dropped down at the view of the bank note; he was astonished. He thought he would never be accustomed to a rich life, even if he had a lot of money; his family had suffered too many difficulties in the daily living; he knew many families were very short of money even to feed their children; but life is like that, there are many very rich and many very poor. He could do nothing, but his heart bled thinking he could not help. Francis extracted him from his thoughts. "Let's come back to the hotel." They decided to walk, and hand in hand, they went thru Paris to the hotel. It was nightfall when they arrived. The receptionist gave Francis a large file delivered by Jacques. They went upstairs to their suite and Francis took off his shoes and laid on one of the large beds. Jim laid beside his friend; then he raised himself and caressed Francis' hair, kissed his eyes and then on the lips tenderly. "Why are you so beautiful, Francis?" Francis giggled, extended his arms and hugged Jim. They rolled on the bed, now Francis was on top of him; he looked into those black wells and said: "I love you Jim; why are you so honest, generous and disinterested? You are the best boy of the world for me, the greatest soul. Jim kissed tenderly Francis. "There must be millions boys like me Francis." "I don't think so, nevertheless, I only have found one, you. I guessed what you were thinking when I gave that tip to the waiter. I recognize there is not justice in a world that permits some to have so much money and other have nothing, even starving. When I saw your gaze, my heart bled; I had the same sensation when I caught you watching my wristwatch in our room. I hated myself then because I was rich, I would have liked to give you all what I had if with that you were happy and loved me." A tear came down Jim's eyes that run to his ear. "And you call me generous?" He rolled near on top of Francis and kissed him tenderly round his face. "Francis I love you with all my heart. You cannot blame yourself for being rich or for the injustices of this world, but I have seen many miseries, even I have suffered some. You cannot realise how hard it is to see your own friend asking for some of your sandwich, when no one was watching us, because his dad had not brought his wages to his mom to buy food. Fortunately, those times have partially gone in my country due to persons like John's dad; he always was ready to share his foods with others during hard times, even risking his family; not offending them, arguing that he would pay him back when times improved; of course he never expected to be paid back; especially with my own family." Now it was Francis' tears coming down his cheeks. "But let's forget it, Francis! I want your lovely eyes to spark and your beautiful lips to smile." Francis forcedly smiled and kissed Jim passionately; he wanted to make happy his friend in spite he was thinking about those horrors that he never had experienced. "I love you Jim, I will love you forever." They started kissing each other and soon their cocks were hard as rocks. Jim jumped from the bed and locked the door. He quickly undressed as Francis was doing the same. Naked soon they were engaged in a mutual lovemaking; their tongues met and swirled inside their mouths. Only a couple of minutes were enough to reach their critical point of no return; their bodies got rigid, a spasm hit them starting to spurt their glorious cream between their tummies. Quickly they recovered and Francis started licking the semen spread over Jim's belly and chest, finishing with his dick that continued hard. Jim did the same to his friend. "We need a shower after all day excitement. I never thought Paris was so beautiful. I will never forget these days, Francis. Thank you again." Francis kissed Jim and was ready to answer when the phone rang. "Hello, dad, are you?" You own me one, dad. We missed you a lot, we would have liked you were here. I am not a good guide for him." "How is Jim?", asked his dad. "He is now here, near me. Dad, I'll tell you everything when we met, but I must tell you we are the happiest persons of the world; Jacques can tell you." He continued during some time explaining his dad and uncle Carl what they have done and planned to do tomorrow before they returned to the school, thanking them for their help; then after saying goodbyes, he gave the receiver to Jim. "Jim, my dad and uncle Carl want to talk to you." "Yes Mr. Lambert. Glad to hear you both." "Jim, we must thank you for what you have done to Françoise. That has no price, however I expect to see you personally, nevertheless, you can count on us for anything that we may do to help you." "Thank you sirs, but I must say that I have done nothing that Francis, sorry, Françoise does not deserve; he is the greatest soul in the world, I can assure you." "Thanks Jim, Carl and I think that two souls have found their mutual way to heaven." Then uncle Carl added: "Jim, we expect to see you soon. Until then, have a great hug, son." "Thank you, sir. Goodbye then." They hold back the receiver. Now watching his friend wickedly he said: What have you told them? I'll kill you right now in the shower." Laughing and patting his friend butt they entered in the large bathroom. Jim took Francis from behind and started biting his neck and licking his ear lobes, his dick now pushing against Francis' butt and his hand stroking his cock. Francis sighed in pleasure when he felt Jim's dick on his butt hole. "Let's fuck, Jim. We will not have many chances in the school and I want to experiment everything again." "Do you want me to fuck you again? Or will you want to do it to me?" Francis turned around and kissed passionately his friend. "I don't mind as far as I can hug you. You may do it to me now and tonight will be my turn." "Okay. I must warn you that you will not be able to sit in class due to your butt's soreness." Francis laughed happily. "Well. I'll take a cushion. Jim laughed, too. He went to the nightstand and brought the tube of vaseline. He hugged Francis again and they started kissing and caressing each other, their dicks burning in need. Jim slowly took Francis to the carpeted floor starting licking his chest, nipples, buttonhole and finally he put his friend's dick into his mouth. Francis near cried in pleasure, he spread his thighs and Jim took a wad of vaseline on Francis' pucker. He introduced his middle finger and at the same time, he stroked his dick. As he touched something sensible inside Francis; he moaned in pleasure. "Oh Jim, don't stop. It feels very nice inside." Jim smeared some vaseline on his dick; he lifted Francis legs to his chest, placed the head of his cock to his hole and pushed in. It went smoothly inside his anus without resistance; in two thrusts, his cock went in to the hilt. Now without any warning he started fucking Francis and at the same time masturbating him. They were breathing heavily, so Jim stopped in order to last that lovely warm sensation as long as possible. Francis extended his arms and brought his friend to him; they kissed wildly, their tongues mixed in their mouths. Jim raised himself tenderly and Francis gripped his legs round Jim's hips; he started thumping his dick in and out, increasing the pace as he was near his climax. They were screaming in pleasure; suddenly he noticed how Francis inner muscles squeezed his dick and started spurting his semen; his first shot to his upper lip. Jim reached the point of not return and pushed a final thrust until his balls touched his lover butt. He fell down on Francis chest as his dick was leaving his load inside his friend. As the previous night, he had done most of the work, so Francis recovered before his friend and hugged and caressed Jim's hair and neck; rubbing his back. "I love you Jim. It is wonderful to feel full of you, melted in one, like we are now." After some time, Jim also recovered and kissed his lover. "It has been lovely moments, Francis. You are so beautiful. I love you" They kissed again. When his dick got flaccid, it came out from Francis. "Well let's shower; we have a long night ahead." They laughed, got up and went under the shower; they soaped each other and rinsed with their lips stick and their tongues in their mouths. When they dried, were again hard. Hand in hand, they run to one of the beds and lay down caressing each other. "You are great, Jim." "You too, my beautiful Norman." Their dicks were flaccid and they were contemplating each other, petting tenderly. "We better get up, I want to write my weekly letter to my family; I have not mine that probably has arrived to the school, but never mind, I have many things to tell them." "Yes, I also need to see those drawings that Jacques sent me, and then we can go for dinner. However, I'm thinking that perhaps you don't want to get dressed" Francis said with a wickedly grin. Jim took his friend's cock in his hand and started stroking it slowly as it came to life again. "I think it is not only me; there is someone also that does not want to dress, but I will be hungry within a few minutes. How can you solve that problem?" Jim asked as he stood. "Very easy; I will order dinner here." He stood and kissed Jim as he added: "Of course you have to wear the bath gown when the waiter comes with the food." They both laughed. "That's a lovely idea, I have never experienced having dinner near naked." "Near naked? Well, you can wear your birthing dress, it is a beautiful one." Jim opened wide his eyes. "I suppose you don't pretend to be naked with the waiter serving dinner, don't you?" "No. I don't want anyone watching you nude and hard, except me." He kissed passionately his friend. "We'll serve ourselves. 9:00 pm will be a good time. Do you agree? "Sure; we have plenty time to do everything." Francis held the phone and dialled room services, ordering an extra dinner for two; before he hanged up Jim told him. "Please, order a sweet pie with a lot of white cream for four." Francis nodded, however he was questioning himself who were their guests." "Any guests?" "No" Jim said giggling. Francis more or less guessed the idea, however he did not argue. Francis sat down on a stool on one of the desks where he spread the large folder containing the drawings; he took a red pencil and concentrated himself on his work. Jim went to one of the fridges taking some small fruit juice bottles and two glasses; he made two mixtures adding a little bit of champagne to each one. Then he tore some roasted almonds bags and filled two small saucers. He sipped his and with a nod, he agreed to himself. "Here you are, my beautiful Norman." He bent himself placing the service on the desk at the same time kissing his friend's cheek; his dick pocked Francis's back. He looked back to his friend with a lovely smile. "Have you poisoned me?" "I would do if with that, I could love you more." Francis stood up and kissed Jim a peck on the lips." "I love you, Jim. You won't be able to measure my love for you." They kissed again. He sipped his glass. "Oh my god! What have you put in here? You are not only a good cook but also a better barman." "It is a mixture of fruit juices and a little bit of champagne, that's all. You won't be able to get drunk; I want you good and fresh tonight." They laughed happily. They were tired, and it was early, as they caressed each other; without feeling it they drifted to sleep a nap. Two hours later Francis roused; he kissed Jim tenderly and he also woke up surprised. "What time is it? "It is not late; we still have time enough to do our chores. Jim sat down on the other desk and started writing a long letter for Frankie and John, telling them all what he had seen and done up to that moment in Paris. He also wrote another one to his parents very much in the same terms, obviously not describing anything related to his intimate relationship with Francis; he knew his father did not need any explanation to guess what they were doing in Paris besides seeing monuments and museums. It was near 9:00 pm when they finished. End of part 2 - To be continued