Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 15:54:57 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jim and Francis Part 3

			JIM AND FRANCIS
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			      By Al Peres

			         PART 3
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Chapter 13
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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
reflecting on their faces went to their room to pick up their light
luggage. Francis took a few banknotes 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 return it to me when you earn money enough; I'm sure you
will be rich within a few years." Jim was astonished.

       "Francis, I don't need any money, I only need you, your love and
your friendship."  Francis hugged Jim gently.

       "You will have me forever, but a few banknotes in your pocket will
not disturb you. They laughed as Jim took the money surprised.

       "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."

       "Thanks. I promise to reimburse it as soon as I can, don't forget
this."

       "I'm sure you will." Francis jabbed Jim. "Let's go." Dressed in the
school uniform, they boarded the luxury school bus that should transport
them to the City of the 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. They took a taxi, and before arriving at the hotel, Francis stopped
the car 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 small hotel placed in an old building. Francis paid the taxi and the
porter took their light luggage into the reception. Francis gave a good tip
and the man, amazed, bowed the boys. The receptionist guessed who they were
because he pushed a telephone and half a minute later a middle-aged man
appeared.

       "Hi Françoise, I'm glad to see you again, my son!" The man hugged
and kissed Francis as if he was from his family.

       "Glad to see you, Mr Jenkins. How are Mrs Jenkins, Jenny and Terry?"

       "Lovely, the girls returned to the UK to their school after a short
visit to Paris."

       "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 grinned at him gratefully, then
looking at Francis he said:

       "Your dad called me, he said he cannot be here tonight, however, he
will phone you tomorrow. I have prepared the Royal Suite for you; during
the weekend, we are rather quiet, though you deserve it more than anybody
else and we had not any compromise. I have left there some fruit and the
fridge is open for you to use; 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'll 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 walked up the softly 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 one main bedroom with two king-size beds. Jim stared
at Francis and kissed him on the lips; Francis tenderly separated from him.

       "Jim, please, let's my dream come true, I have dreamt about this
moment many times.  Please go out and in one minute come inside and lock
the door." Jim stared at his lover and grinned slyly. He did not know what
his dream was, yet, he would put all his enthusiasm to please his best
friend. He went out and in one minute, he entered 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 trousers and underwear down, his hard cock popped out
glistening with a clear drop of precum on his pee slit. Francis looked at
him and kissed his friend on the lips and 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
dragged the foreskin back and started sucking Jim dickhead slowly. Jim
gasped and moaned in pleasure, placing his hands on the blond silk-haired
head. He felt how his orgasm was approaching as he tensed, held his breath,
then Francis' left his friend's cock just at the moment Jim started
spurting his small load of seed. The first shot splashed on Francis'
forehead and as he continued jacking Jim off, a few more on his fist. Jim
almost fainted.

Jim could not stand so he kneeled in front of his friend kissing him
gently; he started licking his semen from Francis' face until he was
completely clean, as a mother-cat would do to its kitten.  Jim then took
Francis to his feet and kissed him mixing his semen with their saliva. The
Latin boy took the Norman boy in his strong arms like a young man takes his
bride on the wedding night 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 seeds. They
petted and caressed for several minutes, and then Jim asked:

       "Was your dream fulfilled?" Francis looked at his friend and lover
tenderly.

       "It has been much better than in my dream. The second part was not
contemplated in it."

       "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 for a new
adventure. They got started, but then again, with the anxiety in their
minds about this encounter. After a quiet moment, they began petting each
other. Jim found himself on top in a 69 position with Francis on the
bed. He swallowed his long hardness, pleasuring Francis with as much heart
as he could. Jim liked Francis' smooth thighs; Jim's hands started kneading
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. Finally, both reached the ecstasies of a new orgasm.

       "I wonder what the future will bring to us, but at this moment I
would never change this instant for all gold of the world." Jim rubbed
tenderly his friend's smooth face cheeks with the back of his hand.

       "We needed this intimacy; however, our moans were so loud..."
Francis grinned and rubbed Jim's waving hair as it was the first time they
were with such intimacy.

       "Moans? They were screams, fortunately, the walls are soundproof."
The boys laughed happily. They just remained together 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 glanced at his friend and noticed his embarrassment. "What's,
up Francis?" His friend extended his arms and both got again in a wild
caressing.

       "Jim, I like you I am determined to experiment everything we like,
that banana..." Jim also blushed. He then pecked Francis.

       "Ah, yes. Francis, I'll do to you anything that you want; 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 with all aspects of
our lovemaking, and never a better place and time than this. We don't know
what the future is keeping for us, surely everything won't be as good and
therefore, we must enjoy whatever we like."

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, soon they could not hold anymore, their
bodies got rigid as a spasm took over their muscles, their dicks spurted
little wads of his precious cream until both were empty and their dicks
started to get droop. In the bliss, they lay side by side caressing each
other softly. Tired as they were, closed the eyes and drifted to sleep. Two
hours later, moved as they woke up. Francis rubbed his lover's hair and
started petting him.

       "Jim, for me, you are the most beautiful being I ever saw. Any part
of you is blessed with a flawless and lovely view." Jim hugged his friend
again. They enjoyed their closeness caressing each other. Jim stroked
Francis' hair looking into those blue pools of his eyes.

       "I can't imagine watching anyone, girl or boy, prettier than you
are, a least to me."  Francis grinned and tussled his friend's waving black
hair.

       "Don't be so sure my friend, because that creature exists, and I
would be extremely happy if you sometimes 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 do to 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 into the large
bathroom; they started soaping one another. That led to new erections; Jim
stroked a few times Francis' 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."

       "I'm sorry, Jim." Mr Jenkins said. "It is not advisable at this time
of the night; Paris is a beautiful town during the day, but the night 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 to walk, whenever
isn't 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.

       "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 action. Francis doubted for a moment, then
blushed and continued: "I... I... have something for you." Jim was a little
bit 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 and you won't like it."
The blond boy caressed softly Jim's whitish and smooth face.

       "But after tonight, after everything we've gone through together, I
trust you, Jim."  Francis turned to meet Jim's eyes and he walked over to
him. "Jim, I've never loved anybody this much. It 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 next."

       "Francis... you don't have to do this. You know I adore you and I
will forever."

       "I know. And I know that you understand. That's why I like you so
much. So I decided that if I was ever going to do it, tonight would be the
night."

Jim's eyes blurred with emotion. The blond boy came down and kissed him as
he leaned back against the bed. 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.

Jim could not wait any more; he took a glob of Vaseline on his middle
finger and slowly entered Francis' tight little ring. Francis' tunnel was
soft and ready. Jim took another glob of Vaseline and coated his
forefinger; then introduced both into his friend's premises. 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. It is only a little discomfort." Jim grinned, expanding the
Vaseline inside Francis' butt. He was ready. Francis then coated 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. Then they switched places, Francis on
his knees facing the bed, and Jim right behind him. He bent over putting
his face on the pillow showing his butt. Jim moved into position but before
trying anything, he whispered on his friend's ear:

       "Let me know if I hurt you." Francis nodded. With a shaky hand, Jim
grabbed his cock by the head and placed it at the opening of his friend's
tight orifice. Jim pushed in slightly. The feeling of having his tip at the
opening was enough to make him mad. 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 Francis
sighed and his cavity opened wide to accept him. Jim slid in, little by
little, his ring tightening around his shaft as Jim went deeper into his
lover. "Do 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. Jim felt his crotch resting on Francis' flawless cheeks.

       "I'm in," Jim whispered. Francis seemed to be relaxing even more and
Jim leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Are you ready?"

       "Yes, ready, my Latin boy."

       "I adore you, my Norman," Jim said. He pulled out slowly, only to
push it back in again.  Francis was moaning loudly and Jim couldn't help
but join him.  He folded his arms around his tender stomach and rubbed them
back and forth, as they made love. His other hand found its way to Francis'
hard cock and began to stroke it in time with his thrusts. Jim began to
speed up; his thrusts became harder, his hand on Francis' cock moved
faster. They were both moaning loudly, their young teen bodies glistening
with sweat as Jim was close to reaching his limit. All the moments they had
spent together leading up to this magical instant.

Francis was whimpering in desperation and he was pushing back against him
as hard as he could. Then, Jim felt Francis' cock pulse in his hand and
felt how he shot his small load on the sheet. At the same time, his ass
closed up around Jim's shaft. Jim could not take it anymore. He shouted out
as he shot his small load of semen deep into Francis' guts. It was the most
explosive climax Jim had ever had 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...!" Jim panted. Francis turned
around and lay down on top of him. 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. That was... it
was... oh wow..." Jim said, still trying to put it into words what he had
felt. Francis laughed at him, his body trembling with every chuckle as he
lay on top of him. They still had the whole night before going to sleep;
they just lay on the bed, staring at the walls talking about their
friendship and love.

       "We must change into the other bed," Francis said, blushing. "They
will change the sheets tomorrow, they do every day, anyway."  They laughed,
and looking into Jim's black wells, he continued: "Jim, no matter what
happens in the future, I'll never forget this night." Jim interrupted him
with a tender kiss, Francis' locks rubbing his face.

       "I only want you to enjoy with me everything that I have and 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 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
around.

       "Tonight, you are not my slave, but my lover." He blushed as he
said: "I want you to do it again to me but I would like to have you in my
arms."

       "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. I want you to fully enjoy now that you are open. Remember that
you gave me the best of you, your virginity." Francis grinned.

       "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. I prefer you to do it to me; you are the
expert. Please, let me grease your dick." They smiled as Francis took the
vaseline; smearing some on Jim's dick shaft; the head now glistening with
precum. Jim dragged Francis and laid 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. Slowly and gently, he progressed, and soon
his full dick was buried inside his friend to the hilt.

       "I'm entirely inside you. Did I hurt you?"

       "Oh no! It is wonderful to feel you inside me." Francis gripped his
legs around 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 orgasms were so strong that Jim
could not resist anymore on his knees; he fell on top of Francis; his head
on his friend's left shoulder. Francis was the first to recover, he
caressed his friend's curly hair, tenderly, he whispered on his ear: "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 as he remembered the words that his dead mom used
to call him; now being repeated by his lover with all the happiness he was
enjoying with him. They slipped to their sides and as he could, grabbed the
covers and drifted to sleep.

Eight hours later Francis woke up with needs to empty his bladder; he peed
and returned to the bed facing Jim. He lay on his elbow contemplating 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 slight smile
came to his face showing that beautiful 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 future to help a little boy... "Who could do that except him? No
one."

As he was thinking his dick started to grow and now was hard. He could not
help himself and started caressing Jim. He approached his body to him with
their hard cocks pressing against each other. Jim woke up and stared at
him, it felt wonderful to lye together skin to skin. He 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, like they
were fucking each other, soon, they felt the fires building ready to spill
over. Jim's hard cock had been rubbing against Francis' belly. They were
breathing hard and suddenly Francis felt a rush of warm fluid hit his
stomach which made him realise Jim was spurting his clear cream against
him; this pushed Francis to the edge and started spurting seeds 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 pounding like his. They cuddled into each other
arms and soon they were happily asleep.

Chapter 14
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Two hours later, Jim woke up and felt the need to empty his bladder; he got
up, peed and came back to lie on his side facing his friend. He thought how
beautiful Francis was and how he loved this boy. He felt a little twinge in
his heart thinking that, most likely, 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. He stroked his silky blond hair and kissed
him softly.

       "I love you Francis, and I'll love you forever, no matter if you
don't love me. I'll stay beside you for the rest of my life." He
murmured. It seems that those thoughts came into Francis's soul because he
grinned in his dream and muttered:

       "I adore you, my beautiful Latin. For me, you are 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
around his friend neck and kissed him back. "Good morning Jim."

       "Good morning, my lovely blond Norman." They chuckled 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 watching them, Jim said:

       "After all the exercises of last night still they want to continue."
Francis caressed his friend's 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 lay down motioning Francis to get into a 69
position. 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. Jim hugged tenderly
his friend, and suddenly, without knowing why, both started to laugh
loudly.  They were happy and when stopped, looked at each other and started
tickling each other.

They got out of the shower, dried each other and dressed. A few minutes
later, were sat down in the dining room having a huge breakfast, as they
were exhausted. Mr Jenkins greeted and joined them; they had a lovely talk
regarding the places that wanted to visit, he made some suggestions that
the boys welcomed. Dressed in comfortable and warm clothes they left the
hotel, ready to continue enjoying their adventures. Hand in hand they
walked thru the centre of the large city, visiting the most important
museums, gardens and squares. For Jim everything was wonderful, amazing,
especially when they visited the cathedral of Notre Dame; his eyes were as
sparkling lights, and when they ran up to one of the towers, to watch Paris
and the river Seine, he looked at his friend.

       "Thanks, Francis, for this wonderful time." Francis looked at him
and watching nobody was around them, he kissed him tenderly on the lips.

       "Jim, you deserve this and all the gold of the world." Jim did not
look to anywhere, took Francis's cheeks in his hands and kissed him softly.

       "You are the author of my happiness. Hand in hand descended from the
tower, took the underground that led them to the centre of the 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 Margarita 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?" Jim asked astonished.

       "Yes, and I'll have the pleasure of introducing you to Jacques." He
could not answer him because the doors opened and they went out to the
surface. They walked along some streets full of people and large luxury
cars running. The building was 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 the 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 anyone to
disturb me. Come on boys, let have something in my office." They entered a
large room with a luxury desk, several leather armchairs and couches
spread. They sat down and he continued speaking: "Is it your 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 solve 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 solution can
arrive. Francis, I want to show you my drawings for the next Autumn-Winter
campaign." Jim looked surprised at 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 paging and
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
and you can send someone to pick them up tomorrow. I'll leave them with Mr
Jenkins. How is the current next spring-summer campaign?

       "Oh, that is causing me my headache! All designs are ready, however,
we still need the pictures for young boys section to end the booklet; this
morning two model-boys 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 "prêt a porter" items; we have
all pictures made, except for young men." Then at that moment, his little
eyes sparkled, he looked at them and said:

       "Francis, James, would you mind being my models?" They looked at
each other amazed, and then Francis said:

       "Jacques, we are not models, even amateur; you need professionals."

       "I know it, 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 instant
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." Someone knocked on the door
announcing that the photographer had arrived. "Tell him to get ready the
equipment, in five minutes we'll be there." The man was shocked since he
knew the models were sick. Then addressing to the boys, Jacques said:
"Where are you going to have lunch?"

       "We have programmed to try in the Eiffel's, Jim has never been in
there and I wonder if we can get a table available." The man grinned
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, shirts, 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 aren't professionals, even amateur, they are sons of friends
of mine, so please, keep it 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 friends; you don't need to pay anything, only to 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 then 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 home.

       "I'm ready to do anything to pay you back for your favour." Francis
smiled.

       "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, 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 great 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 got into the luxury car and drove thru Paris,
they arrived at the Eiffel Tower and lifted to the restaurant; Jim was
astonished by 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." 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, nevertheless, the restaurant's
manager told him that his uncle Jacques had already paid. He thanked them
and gave a good tip. Jim watched Francis' action and his mouth dropped down
at the view of the banknote; he was astounded. 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 thinking like this. Francis got
off 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 his back on one of the large beds. Jim did the same beside his
friend; then he raised himself and caressed Francis' hair, kissed his eyes
and then on the lips softly.

       "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 of his eyes and said:

       "Why are you so honest, generous and disinterested? You are the best
boy in the world for me, the greatest soul." Jim caressed tenderly Francis'
face.

       "There must be millions of boys like me, Francis."

       "I don't think so, nevertheless, I only have found one, you. I guess
what you were thinking when I gave that tip to the waiter. I recognize no
justice in a world that permits someone to have so much money and others
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
that I had if with that you were happy and loved me." A tear came down
Jim's eyes that ran to his ear.

       "And you call me generous?" He rolled almost on top of Francis and
kissed him tenderly around his face. "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
friend asking for part of your sandwich when no one was watching us,
because his dad had not brought his wages to his mother 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 farm's products
with others during the past hard times, even risking his family. He always
tried never to offend them in his pride, arguing that he would pay him back
when times improved, of course, he never expected to be paid back,
especially with my family." Now it was Francis' blurred eyes which
expressed the pain. "But let's forget it, Francis! I want your lovely eyes
to spark and your beautiful lips to smile." Francis forced a smile and
kissed Jim tenderly; he wanted to make happy despite he was thinking about
those horrors that he never had experienced.

They started petting each other and soon their cocks were hard as
rocks. Jim jumped from the bed and locked the door. Quickly he undressed as
Francis was doing the same. Naked, they soon were engaged in 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
clear cream between their tummies. 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'll never forget these days, Francis. Thank you again."
Francis began petting Jim and was ready to answer him 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'm not a good tourist guide for him."

       "How's Jim?" His dad asked.

       "He is here, near me. Dad, I'll relate you everything when we meet,
but I must tell you we are the happiest persons of the world, Jacques can
tell you." He continued during some time explaining to 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, and then, after saying goodbyes,
he handed 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; yet, 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 doesn't 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 asked: "What have you told them? I'll kill
you right now in the shower." Laughing and patting his friend's butt they
entered the large bathroom. Jim took Francis from behind and started
nibbling on 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'll 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 caressed his friend.

       "I don't mind as far as I can hug you and my body sticks to
yours. You may do it to me now and tonight could be my turn."

       "Okay. I must warn you that you won't 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 and buttonhole. Finally, he took his friend's dick into his
mouth. Francis near screamed in pleasure, he spread his thighs and Jim took
a wad of vaseline on Francis' pucker.  They followed practically the same
ritual than the previous night until their bodies were entirely satisfied.

        "It is wonderful to feel full of you, melted as one as we have
been." After some time, Jim also recovered, answering his lover.

       "It has been lovely, Francis. You are so beautiful... 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 ran to one of the beds and lay down caressing each other.

       "Jim, you are great!

       "You are too, my beautiful Norman." Their dicks were flaccid and
were watching each other, petting tenderly. "We better get up, I want to
write my weekly letter to my family; I have not mine that probably have
arrived at 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 wicked 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 doesn't want
to dress, but I'll be hungry within a few minutes. How can you solve that
problem?" Jim asked as he stood.

       "Very easy; I'll order dinner here." He stood and pecked Jim as he
added: "Of course you have to wear the bath gown when the waiter comes with
the food." Both laughed.

       "That's a lovely idea, I have never experienced having dinner nearly
naked."

       "Near naked? Well, you can wear your birth 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."
We'll serve ourselves. 9:00 pm will be a good time. Do you agree?

       "Sure; we have plenty of 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 their guests were."

       "Do we have guests?"

       "No," Jim said giggling. Francis more or less guessed the idea but
he did not argue. He 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 on his work. Jim went to one of the fridges, took 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 drink and with a nod, he agreed to
himself.

       "Here you are, my beautiful Norman."  He bent himself placing the
service on the desk; his dick pocked Francis's back. He looked back to his
friend with a devious smile.

       "Have you poisoned me?"

       "I would do if with that I could love you more." Francis stood up
and rubbed his friend smooth face cheeks.

       "Jim, you won't be able to measure my love for you." He sipped his
glass. "Oh my god!  What have you put in here? You are not only a great
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 that 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 watching monuments and
museums. It was near 9:00 pm when they finished.

Chapter 15
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They wore on the bathrobes and a couple of minutes later they heard some
knock on the door.  Francis said:

       "Come in, please." A waitress pushed a silver trolley with covered
items containing their dinners. Francis gave her a good tip. "Thank you,
young lady." She knew who the blond boy was, so she was surprised to
receive such a tip from the hotel owner's son. She thanked him and told she
would be available anytime they wanted her; they only needed to ring the
bell.  After she left, Jim went to the door and locked it, hanging the "do
not disturb" panel on the doorknob. They were young and hungry; dinner was
so abundant that three persons could have dined. Jim put the cover on the
table and placed everything on. They got again on their skin and started
their meals, consumed a great part of the food, especially all hot, leaving
cold part just in case they needed it later. Before starting the cream pie,
Francis got up and hugged his friend from behind.

       "I suppose you have an idea for the tart; if not, I have one." Jim
smiled.

       "Yes, I have. Let's go to the main bathroom into the rounded tub."
He took a knife and made two halves. Smiling he took the tart to the
bathroom followed by Francis that still did not exactly know what his
friend wanted to do. Thinking what was next, their dicks got hard and
drooling precum; once in the large tub, Jim said: "I like tart a lot,
however, I like you better; I would like to eat you in a bite." He kissed
Francis passionately. He continued: "I'll spread the tart over you and I'll
eat it by licking your body; the last bite, as it is the best, will be that
on your dick; you can do the same to me." Francis grinned satisfied.

       "That was my idea, too. Who will start?"

       "Both at the same time until the pie is stick to our bodies." They
laughed because they guessed the fun that would be involved in their play.

They started spreading the tart on each other until their bodies were
covered with white cream.  They looked at each other on the large mirror
and laughed making grimaces and mocks as if they were ghosts. They ran thru
the room one after the other laughing until they returned into the large
bathtub. Jim took Francis to the floor and both started licking and sucking
each other everywhere: face, nipples, neck, butt... They rolled one on top
of the other until they could not stop. Their contacts had developed into a
frenzy need to ejaculate their inner cream; so got into a 69 position,
eagerly took each other balls inside their mouth, and finally, the glorious
moments when they took each other cock to suck. After near an hour having
fun, only a couple of minutes took them to explode with their climaxes with
a long scream as they started spurting their seed inside of each other's
mouth. They were breathing like mad to recover their strength after such an
exercise, remaining for ten minutes on their positions. Jim moved and lay
near Francis, caressing him tenderly.

       "You are great, my beautiful Norman."

       "You are too, my Latin lover. Let's have a quick shower to get rid
of the remaining tart."  They showered and returned to the bed; their cocks
were almost drooping.

       "What do you think about the tart's fun?" Jim asked.

       "It has been great, Jim! Where did you learn such fun?"

       "My dad told me. He explained it to my brother; however, they did it
with girls. Francis, can you imagine a young and beautiful girl covered
with white sweet cream? Especially her erected nipples, her buttonhole, and
finally, her cunt and you sucking and eating every part until you finally
end with your dick inside her warm cunt? In a couple of years, our skin
will start getting rough and furry; yet, a girl's will always be as a
baby's, smooth and soft." Jim noticed how Francis sighed and his mouth
watered; he also observed how his dick was now hard, the same as
his. Francis moaned a little.

       "I suppose it must be great. Unfortunately, we have not any girl to
try it."

       "Have you notice your dick is hard as a rock."

       "Well, you explain it so convinced..." Jim took his friend's face in
his hands and kissed him tenderly.

       "I'll love to kiss your lips forever, no matter if you are a boy or
a man; and if I am sexually attracted to you or not in the future. My
affection has nothing to do with sex. I worship you because you are the
most beautiful soul in the world, and that will never change. Am I right?"
Francis caressed his hair and then he pecked his long eyelashes.

       "Yes, Jim. I believe our relationship is something special. I enjoy
pleasing you and watching you are content, no matter if we have sex or not,
nevertheless, I like doing it, and sometimes I think how my life has
changed since I know you and now, believe it or not, I could not live
without you being separated from me." He paused for a moment and got a
little sad, then continued: "I have thought a lot about our plan to save
those little boys' love. Can you realise what would it means if we fail?"

       "We won't fail, my beautiful Norman, you must have faith and trust
me," Jim said with determination. "We'll talk later just in case we have
missed anything. If we foresee any possible danger, we can stop it before
happening." They hugged as Jim continued: "I don't know how I will spend
next Christmas without being near you; however, I'm comforted when I think
that you will be near your family." Now was Jim the one to get worried. A
dash of sadness went thru his face, for an instant, he thought about his
family and how hard would be to be alone on those important days. Francis
immediately noticed his friend's reaction.

       "Jim, for a few seconds I have seen the sadness in your eyes, why?"

       "You know me better than myself." He said looking into his
eyes. "Well, perhaps it is a little homesick because I have to remain in
France. I won't go home for Christmas." Francis knew perhaps he had his
reasons, he could give him money to travel to Spain, but if he offered it
he might hurt his pride; he thought that now was the moment to demonstrate
Jim how much he caressed for him. Jim continued: "I said to Mr Hermann and
my family that I would stay at the school because I needed to improve my
school results and my French.

       "But, how can you improve them? Except on religion, you are one of
the brightest students, and every teacher enjoys having you in his class."
He smiled.

       "Well, that isn't only referred to me, also to you. It is a question
of discipline. Even if I had the money, I wouldn't go either. I'll stay at
the school." Francis looked into his friend's eyes showing all the love he
could muster.

       "In that case, I'll tell my dad I'll remain in the school with
you. I'll go only a weekend and I'll spend the rest of the time there with
you." Jim opened wide his eyes.

       "Are you mad? Christmas is a special time to be with your family;
besides, Charlie is coming from America to see you. You can't do that to
them. I am only..." Francis kissed Jim tenderly stopping what he was going
to say.

       "You are my family, too; and you are alone. They have all
themselves, besides, I can go a weekend, and probably you would come with
me..." Then Francis' face illuminated. "Waite a minute!" He took Jim's
hands in his, and then with his best smile, he continued: "Jim, please,
don't say no because I won't admit it. You will spend Christmas with my
family!"

       "No way; I don't know them; Christmas is a time to spend privately
with the most intimated family."

       "In that case, you cannot stop me being at the school." Jim
understood his friend's determination and he knew he would lose the battle.

       "Francis, please, I love you too much to hurt you, but what about
your family? I am unknown to them."

       "Don't be so sure. Probably my dad knows now more about you than
yourself. If it pleases you, I'll ask him formally to invite you. Would
that settle the problem?"

       "Well at least..." He could not finish his sentence, Francis sealed
his lips with a long and passionate kiss. Jim responded in the same way,
and in a few minutes, they were engaged in wild petting, their tongues met
in their mouths. Jim tenderly separated his friend.

       "Francis, I want you to go inside me, to fuck me, as many would
say." Francis was excited, nevertheless, he was cold enough to realise what
his friend was telling him. He likes Jim above all and he did not want to
hurt him.

       "Jim, I'm not as experienced as you are and most likely I'll hurt
you. Honestly, I want to do it to you but on the other hand, I don't want
to hurt you at all." Jim took his friend's cheeks between his hands and
kissed his red lips.

       "Never mind; you gave me the best of you, your virginity, and now I
want to pay you back. Our relationship has become stronger and closer than
two lovers have, we are more than that, you gave me your half and now I
must give you mine, with this, we will be one soul, one spirit."

       "But Jim, I, I, I don't dare to do it, I may hurt you..."

       "Don't worry, my beautiful Norman. Please, bring the vaseline and
let's start. We are harder than rocks and our cocks need a good release."
Francis grinned and pecked Jim on the lips. He reached from the nightstand
the tube of the greasy stuff. Jim rolled and put himself on doggy position
with his head and elbows on the pillow, sticking out his butt. Francis
loved those rounded smooth globes and could not help starting biting and
licking them. He tried his tongue inside Jim's pucker, he could not go thru
but he tasted the sweet-tart still in there and not removed during the
shower. Jim moaned in pleasure when he felt the treatment to this sensible
part of his body. "Come on, Francis. I like what you are doing to me, but
our objective is different."

       "I know but I like your cheeks." Jim smiled. Francis took a glob of
vaseline on his forefinger and pushed into Jim's tight sphincter. Then he
introduced a new one; but this time with two fingers. Jim moaned when
Francis touched his prostate.

       "Uhm... Francis, that feels very good." Francis then took the tube
and spread some on his dick, smearing it along his hard shaft.

       "Jim, I, I am ready." He said near stammering with excitement.

       "Francis, I adore you." He raised back and kissed the trembling
boy. "Now go ahead; don't worry, it does not hurt too much and you know
it. Our bodies are near as an adult but our dicks are still far from adult
dimensions, especially the girth." Jim returned to his position showing his
friend his pink and quivering butt hole. Francis extended his left arm
around Jim's belly and with the right guided his dick to the entrance of
that strange, for him, hole; now his left hand on Jim's hips. He pushed
hard, and after a second of resistance, his dick went inside Jim.  He
gritted his teeth in pain, but he did not say anything, yet, Francis had
noticed he had hurt his other half.

       "Did I hurt you, Jim?" Jim was ready to answer no, however, he knew
Francis and he could not cheat him he was too smart to deceive him.

       "A little bit, my sweet Norman. Don't worry, stay quiet until I get
used to it." After a few moments, the pain subsided. "Now, retreat a little
bit and push again, the head must remain inside." Francis was very excited
and with some difficulty to control himself. He pushed again hard as
before, and he went entirely inside his friend. Jim moaned in pain and
noticed tears welling up to his eyes. "Francis now it is near over, another
push and everything will be alright."  Francis felt ashamed and blushed.

       "Jim, I'm sorry, but, but, but I'm entirely inside you."

       "That's wonderful! The pain is almost gone. In a couple of minutes,
we'll start enjoying it." Jim went flat on the bed with Francis on top of
him. He started kissing Jim on his neck, ears and hair. The pain healed and
he felt a lovely sensation of fullness that he had never felt before.
"Francis, I have never felt like this before, it feels wonderful with you!"

       "Jim, you are as prettier inside as outside, I can assure you." Jim
enlarged his hands and took Francis' in his. "Jim I'm very hot; I think a
few moves and I will come inside you."

       "That's very good. I feel the same and that would be wonderful
because we can enjoy it longer. This will be the desserts; let's start."
Jim raised his butt, Francis placed his left hand on his friend waist, and
his right one started to stroke Jim's hard dick between his palm and his
belly; Jim's dick now drooling precum made very slippery his strokes. He
retrieved his dick slowly and gave Jim the first thrust to the hilt; both
boys started to gasp and moaning. He again retrieved and inserted his cock
in his friend with a hard thrust.

       "Jim, I'm very closed... I'll start shooting in seconds." He said
breathing heavily, and in his third thrust, he pushed harder than before as
he reached an early orgasm, starting offloading his cream inside his
friend. Jim stimulated in both sides, as he felt Francis warm milk inside
him, he moaned loudly as he also started expelling his small load between
Francis' palm and his tummy. Francis felt the warmth of his lover's clear
cream and continued rubbing his dick, spreading Jim's seeds on his belly
and chest. Jim fell flat on his tummy with Francis on his back. He started
kissing his neck and his ear murmuring: "I love you, I love you." After a
short rest, Jim said:

       "Now, my beautiful Norman, the main course is coming." They
smiled. He raised again his butt and both scooted up on the bed, so he was
touching the bed headboard; then he said: "Francis, now I'll start raising
myself and you will do otherwise until you lay on your back." He handled
one of the pillows to him.

       "Alright, I want to face and kiss you." Jim grinned as they
continued being very hot; their previous orgasms had not affected at all
their young capacity to recover. Jim slowly raised himself as Francis lay
on his back, his head on the pillow near the bed footboard. He spread his
leg and now Jim was impaled on his friend dick to the hilt, their ball
sacks nearly touching. Jim started caressing Francis balls and thighs,
moving so that Francis' cock was exploring his premises. Both boys were in
ecstasies in pleasure; however, they wanted to be facing each other. Jim
carefully turned around laying his body on his calves; for a moment, he
contemplated his lover's beauty, then instinctively he bent down and sealed
his mouth on Francis' red lips.  They eagerly kissed, their tongues
exploring every corner of the mouth, at the same time Jim started moving up
and down, so his dick was between their slippery tummies, covered with his
previous semen and his abundant precum. Francis moved his arms around his
lover back, caressing his back and massaging his neck. They were losing
their control involved in a frenzy of lust gasping and very close to the
final explosion. Suddenly Jim stopped when his lover was just close the
point of no return. Francis stammering and near sobbing said:

       "Jim, please, please... don't stop now, I can't..." Jim excited as
he was and gasping pressed his lips on his friend's that took them trying
to eat him.

       "I promised you the main course, not just another dessert." Francis
still gasping grinned.  They caressed their faces, however, Jim was also
excited, so once they had cooled down a little bit, he started again his
moves up and down now being impossible to stop. They were glistening with
sweat, gasping and breathing heavily. He felt how his climax was coming up
from his balls to the tip of his dickhead. He raised himself tossing his
head back as Francis took his dick in one hand and his ball sack in the
other jacking him off. Francis' could not stop his orgasm; he arched his
hips, stopped breathing and groaned loudly as a wolf in the night.

       "Jim!!!"

       "Francis!!!"

Jim started shooting his little load, as he had never done before; his
first shot landed on Francis open mouth, the second on his crotch and some
others on his fist still instinctively stroking his friend. Jim that had
carried out the big effort dropped himself almost fainted on top of
Francis' chest, his head on his friend's right shoulder, murmuring very
slow loving words. Before Francis could realise, Jim was asleep. He
positioned himself so he could breathe easily, and in a few moments, he
also was rock asleep.

Eight hours later, around 6:00 in the morning, Jim woke up; he had rested
comfortably partially on top of Francis and felt the need to pee, so he got
up and after relieving himself, he felt the wetness in his butt as he
returned to their bed. Francis was peacefully rocking asleep with his
erected dick pointing out to the ceiling. He contemplated his beautiful
features and kissed him softly on the lips, he did not move. With this
stimulations Francis woke up, extended his arms and brought Jim to his
chest, caressing his cheeks and ears.

       "Good morning my marvellous Latin"

       "Good morning "Mon petit Coeur." Jim then fell on his right side
dragging Francis with him, giving his back to him. He raised his left leg
giving him better access to fucking him from behind but Francis caressed
his friend's back borne and pecked it.

       "It is enough, my dearest friend; let's rest." Some minutes later,
they drifted again to sleep cuddled in a warm embrace as two teaspoons.

Chapter 16
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Near four hours later, they woke up yawning and stretching out their arms.

       "Good mornings, my sweetheart?" Francis said.

       "Good morning "Mon petit Coeur." Francis smiled and jabbed his
lover. "I'm starving."

       "Me, too. I'll ask for a large English breakfast; however, we need
to shower before. We must stink."

       "What I need now is some cream from a little cow." Saying this Jim
moved, laughing and started making ticklish to Francis that could not
resist his friend's caresses. Jim took Francis' dick in his mouth and
started sucking it; Francis extended his arms and grabbed Jim butt to him,
engulfing his now erect cock in his mouth in a 69 position. Soon they were
gasping and breathing heavily as they sucked each other eagerly. Jim felt
his orgasm approaching and he did nothing to stop it. He stopped breathing
and pushed forward his dick into Francis' mouth; at the same time, he felt
how Francis pressed his cock in his mouth, near gagging him as he exploded
squirting his seed. They continued sucking each other until their dicks got
soft; however, none of them swallowed their clear semen. When Jim assumed
he could not extract any more juice from his lover, he broke the 69.

       "That's a lovely dessert," Francis said smiling.

       "Yes, it was. Now we need a shower." Jim jumped from the bed and
went to the large bathroom. Francis extended his hand to the phone and
dialled room services. He ordered English breakfast for two, in half an
hour." He joined his friend, and both together showered laughing and joking
happily, as normally almost 14 y/o boys would do. They dried and wore the
white thick bath gown. In a couple of minutes, two waiters came with two
large silver trays with breakfast. They retrieved the trolley from the
previous night and left. Jim locked the door and they got again naked. They
tickled each other while having breakfast, having a great time.  When they
finished, lay on the bed on their backs staring to the ceiling.

       "I'll never forget these days, Francis. Thanks for the happiness and
your affection. I never thought a nice and beautiful boy would exist to
this extent." Francis laid his left elbow on the bed and caressed Jim's
face tenderly with the back of his hand.

       "It is not you the one to thank, Jim. You have changed my life; I'm
a different person since I knew you. I've been a very shy child and boy
since I can remember, and very sad from my 10th birthday. I used to be a
happy and content child, nevertheless, from that date I started to look at
boys and girls differently. I wanted to play with their dicks and with
their cunts, but my shyness prevented me to do it, I did not find the boy
or girl that might have helped me as you have done. I started to close into
my shell, rejecting the help that could come from my family, especially
from my intelligent sister, to whom I worship. My dad and Uncle Carl have
been devoted to my sister and me, and I would never thank them enough for
their dedication, nevertheless, you have brought the light into my life and
got rid of my sadness forever. That has no price, at least for me. We have
gone very far in our relationship and I'm so proud of you that I wouldn't
mind to spread it to the four winds that you are my lover." Jim could not
help as his eyes blurred. He caressed his friend's face softly.

       "We are one soul, remember? You have ended up my pride and only you
have fully enjoyed my body. No matter what the future will be, I'll be
ready to receive you into me, nobody else, even if I don't like it, because
that's more an expression of love than sex and I love you with all my
heart, Francis." That tenderness got them cuddled in their arms, in a long
and gently hug. Curiously, their dicks were not fully erect.

       "Please from now on, don't reject my help because you know I do as
one soul would do to another."

       "I know that Francis, and I promise you, I will honestly explain to
you if I have to reject your help, but you can be sure that I'll never hurt
you in any way." Francis began rubbing his black silky hair. Jim took his
hands and pecked them. While they were holding hands, a dream, that he
repeatedly had, came to his memory as he smiled.

       "You have smiled, is it something funny?

       "No. It is just a fine dream that I have had several times during
the past month."

       "May I know it? I have read some books regarding the interpretation
of dreams from the Science point of view. There is nothing certain, but
some times it has been a good tool to find out some mental problems.

       "You are scaring me. On the other hand, my dream is a pleasurable
one."

       "Do you mean it gets you to a wet dream?" Francis giggled.

       "Oh no! It is just a good one." He paused for some instants. "I
always see a blond girl, I cannot see her face because she is covered with
a mask, and however, I can see her blue eyes, like yours. She has long
blond hair, yet, it isn't as white as yours but like gold or summer
straw. It is combed with a graceful ponytail with a silk green lace holding
it."

       "Is she nude?" Francis asked, taking a pad and pencil, apparently to
take notes.

       "Oh no!" Jim flushed as if he was spoiling the girl. "She is
beautifully dressed, and this is the best part of the dream. She wears a
dark red short-sleeved velvety dress; it has a white handmade embroidered
stripe around the neck and them from the shoulders to the bottom edge,
going exactly on top of his small lemon breasts. She also has a light green
silk lace around her waist, the same as she has fastening her blond hair
ponytail. She also wears white socks up to her rounded knees and flat pale
blue shoes, like her eyes. She must be around our age and, according to the
mask, she has an almost oval face. Ah! I forgot, she always wears a little
white rose fastened to her dress over her heart."

       "You have done a fair description of her. Did she tell you
anything?"

       "Oh yes! That's why I can remember the dream. She always says she
loves me. She extends her hands to me and I can feel how smooth and
marvellous her skin is. Last time she allowed me to kiss her hands on both
sides, she had a little scar on her right thumb that disappeared when my
lips touched it. She then said: "You are an angel and that's why I adore
you." When I try to get rid of her mask to kiss her, I woke up and I find
my dick hard as a rock.  That's all. Do you have any idea?"

       "Yes, I have. It is not strange at our age to have those sorts of
dreams that normally leads to night pollution. We are maturing and our
bodies are fixing up our ideal. It clearly shows what your taste is in your
ideal female grounds. The white part of the dress shows the purity that you
expect to find on her, it has nothing to do with sex, but you expect she
loves you as you love her. I can't find an explanation for the red colour,
except that you need to fuck someone right now... and that is me." Francis
put away the tab and grabbed Jim's face. They were again very hot and hard,
so rolled on the bed kissing and touching each other, their dicks started
drooling precum. "Please Jim, enter me, I need to feel you inside me."

       "Okay, let me put some vaseline"

       "No, don't use it, do it naturally, only with your juice."

       "But that will hurt you some," Jim argued.

       "Don't worry, we stretched enough and our dicks are not so thick to
hurt." Jim was now on top of Francis, he rolled him so he faced the sheets,
sticking his butt on the air for him. He squeezed his dick smeared his
precum on Francis pucker.

       "Mon petit Coeur, are you sure you want like this? I'm ready."

       "Yes; I'm too. Go ahead." Jim positioned his dick to the entrance,
placed his hands on Francis' hips and pushed hard. In a single thrust, he
buried his long tool inside his friend.  Francis moaned a little in pain
but the pleasure overwhelmed him so he didn't notice the pain.  Jim started
bobbing his dick and at the same time, jacking Francis off; he remained
with the head buried in the pillow. When they were close to their climaxes,
Jim stopped. They were breathing hard. Once cooled down Jim said:

       "Let's do as we did last night."

       "Oh yes!" Francis said. One minute later they had switched position,
Francis was impaled and kissing his partner around his face. He bent down
and started fucking himself and his dick between both bodies masturbating
at the same time. No one could then stop those wild boys making love. A
bomb would not have stopped them. They continued their moves, the springs
of the bed squeaking complaining until they reached that beautiful orgasm
with a loud groan like a wounded animal. Francis fell on top of his lover
exhausted and near fainted gasping for air. Cuddled like that, they got
into a bliss nap for about an hour. The phone rang and woke them up from
their sleep. Francis held the receiver:

       "Yes"

       "It is me, Francis. Uncle Carl is also listening to you. I suppose
you have had a good time, however, we want to apologise because we didn't
go." At that moment Uncle Carl online, interrupted him. "Don't be stupid
Charles, they didn't need us for anything, am I right, son?"  Francis
blushed and Jim watched him closely.

       "Well Uncle Carl, I, I, we... we'll talk this over personally."

       It is alright, Francis. We are very, very happy with the news from
the school. You and Jim will be in the honour pad as two of the best
students during the past months."

       "Thanks, but there is nothing important on it. We'll have time to
discuss it."

       "Okay. Please pass me on Jim; we want to talk to him, too." Francis
handled the receiver to Jim.

       "It is my dad and Uncle Carl. They want to talk to you." Jim
surprised took hold of the phone.

       "Good morning, Sirs."

       "Good morning, Jim. Glad to hear you. Jim, we just want to thank and
congratulate you for your success in the school and the help to
Françoise."

       "Sorry sir, but I have received from him more help than I can do to
him; besides, he deserves anything. You can bet for it."

       "Thanks for your sincerity, Jim. We would like to talk personally to
you and not by phone; therefore, we would much appreciate if you can come
to our house, at least in a weekend. We want to know you. I suppose this is
a bad time due to Christmas proximity and that you are looking forward to
seeing your family, however, anytime before or after Christmas we will be
very glad receiving you."

       "I thank you, sir, for your kindness. I must be honest with you. I'm
not travelling to Spain, I'll remain in school, and therefore anytime you
want me I'll be ready. I would lie if I say I don't want it because
Fran... Françoise has told me so many things regarding Normandy that I'm
much obliged for your invitation."

       "That's great!" Uncle Carl interfered. "Jim, we would much
appreciate if you could spend Christmas with us," Francis' dad added.

       "I, I, don't know sir..." he doubted. "I don't want to disturb..."

       "Jim, we are sincere when we are inviting you; as far as we know,
you are a little gentleman, therefore, that's not an objection."

       "Alright sir, I, I'll be there. Thanks again."

       "Goodbye, Jim."

       "Goodbye, sir, and thanks again." They hanged the phone, then Jim
looked at his friend but Francis lifted his hands.

       "I have nothing to do..." Before he could react, Jim pushed him on
the bed and started making ticklish him all over. They laughed loudly, soon
Jim, without saying a single word started nibbling Francis on his neck, and
his earlobes, then came down his nose, cheeks and chin, teasing his
friend. Francis squirmed in pleasure, as he was stimulated on those
sensible parts.  Jim missed his mouth and went to Francis armpits, licking
with his tongue. He liked the flavour and the smell of soap of Francis. The
boy never thought that his armpits were so erotic; he was trembling in
delight with his lover's touch. Jim continued to his nipples, licking and
sucking one while pinching the other. His tongue now travelled to his navel
and then to his ball sack; he took one ball each time and sucked
them. Their young dicks were again hard and spilling precum; he continued
his journey down to Francis' thighs licking inside while his hands wandered
over his crotch, but without touching his dick. He put in his mouth
Francis' toes, slowly sucking one after the other. Francis was shivering,
his body tensing every time Jim licked those sensible parts. He was gasping
and moaning.

       "Please, Please, Jim; end this torture." But Jim continued; he went
up again and took Francis hard cock in his mouth, he gyrated offering
Francis his dick that took with anxiety in his mouth. They sucked each
other, and after some minutes, Jim noted how Francis body tensed and arched
his hips with a spasm, spurting his clear cream in his mouth. Stimulated by
this, Jim felt his climax building and half a minute later he moaned
loudly, shooting his milk into Francis mouth. He corrected his position,
leaving Francis' dick getting flaccid; their mouths glued passionately
mixing their hot creams, as they liked. When relaxed, Jim caressed his
lover's silky hair tenderly.

       "Thank you, Francis." The boy opened wide his blue eyes.

       "I have done nothing to thank about. We better get up and dress,
otherwise, we will be here the whole day." Jim grinned.

       "It wouldn't be a bad idea." He started again tickling Francis. "Do
you think we need a new shower? Jim asked.

       "No. I like our body smell." Francis stood and took Jim underwear
and he wore it on himself.

       "Hey! you are taking my underwear."

       "Remember, we are now one; since we are the same size, from now on
we'll wear indifferently our clothes. I'm sure I will be hard the whole day
only feeling your underwear on me."

       "Good idea, but remember it is your idea." They laughed and
continued dressing in the woollen school tracksuit. It was now near noon,
however, they had not much to do, except walk, enjoying the lovely chilly
day, have lunch and return at the school. They prepared their back packages
and left, leaving at the reception the folder for Jacques; they would come
later to pick up their stuff. Hand in hand, they happily walked along the
large boulevards, leafless trees were showing the coming winter signals and
for Jim and Francis, it was a beautiful spring day. They chatted, about
everything, especially about their return at the school and the coming
Christmas.  In a moment they were walking thru a large park, they sat down
on a bench close to a little lake, looking at each other. Francis then
said:

       "Jim, I'll never be tired looking at you."

       "Perhaps, but I have watched many adults and no adults looking at
you, I think they would eat you rather than me." Francis laughed and Jim
grinned.

       "I don't mind, they will never get what is yours." Again, they
laughed and started tickling each other. Walking and laughing the time
elapsed very quickly and felt the need to eat something. They were not far
from the Great Arch and Jim admired the beauty of that building.

	"Not far from here, there is a self-service restaurant, I like it
because it has good corners where lovers sat or almost hide from view to
kiss or other things. Jim tickled his friend.

       "Didn't you have enough last night and this morning?" Jim said
smiling.

       "Well, I'll never be fed up of you. I would start again right now;
however, I prefer our intimacy. It is more comfortable in private."

       "Yes, you are right." They entered the nearly full restaurant. After
passing the counter and pay, they looked for a place to sit; at that
moment, on the bottom, two couples raised from their seats with their empty
trays and they went to take the free places; yet, Francis spun himself and
saw a couple of boys kissing a peck. The younger boy looked at him and
their eyes met; the boy blushed and Francis did not stare again to them.

       "Jim, look carefully at those boys hidden in the corner." Jim very
carefully looked thru the corner of his eyes to that point."

       "Oh, we know them! They are the boys we fought some weeks ago;
probably they are spending the weekend with their families. It has nothing
in particular."

       "Are you sure? Then, why were they kissing a minute ago?" Jim got
surprised. They used to tease me and now we discover they are kissing in
public."

	"Well, forget that. It is their life." Francis looked tenderly at
Jim.

	"Every day I must love you more. You have a very infrequent virtue,
to forgive those who offend you."

       "Don't forget that you have taught me that virtue. I forgave them
because you did before me." Francis near in a whisper said on Jim's ear.

       "I would kiss you right here." He slipped his hand under the table
and pressed Jim's.  They smiled. However, suddenly they saw the two
Parisians approaching. They stood to greet them. The older named Richard
said:

	"Hey, boys! May we sit down near you?"

       "Oh yes, why not?" Jim said. Both boys blushed as they sat down with
their respective trays. The younger bent his head and then looked into
Francis' eyes.

       "You, you... you won't say anything, do you? We are ashamed of what
we did to you and again we apologise for it." Francis extended his hand and
touched the younger boy's.

       "Paul, we have forgotten everything about that incident. On what
your behaviour here is concerned, it is your private life, and listen, no
one has the right to interfere in it. Please, trust us; we have seen
nothing." Jim them intervened as he saw how Paul was almost to start
sobbing:

       "Come on, let have a good lunch, I'm hungry." The boys laughed as
the situation distended, Paul and Richard relaxed, too. They chatted and
when the lunch was over, Richard said:

	"I love coffee. May I invite you?"

       "Please," Jim said. They left the restaurant and went to one of the
many cafes of Paris; they sat in a corner on a comfortable couch. Richard,
extending his hand took in his Paul's, and then he said.

       "We love each other since Paul was ten, however, this hypocrite
society would strongly condemn us, including our families and the fucking
bastard of the priest at the school. We hate him." Jim was tempted to say
they were also in love; however, he did not know them well and chose to
wait. Months later, the four boys would become the strongest gang in the
school, together with the boys from Marseille. Francis smiled.

       "You should take care of your words." All four boys laughed as he
continued now a little bit more serious. "We hope this situation won't last
forever; times will come when homosexuality must be seen as a normal
situation of the human being. You have not chosen your feelings, they came
with your bodies, and then why don't they accept it as normal? On the other
hand, still, you may change..." Paul interrupted Francis.

       "No Françoise, I love Richard and he loves me; we are very sure
about our feelings."  Francis didn't like to argue because that seemed to
be his situation, yet, now he was not one hundred per cent sure, he only
knew he loved Jim with all his heart. He then said:

       "Well, time is gone and we must go to our hotel to pick up our
luggage and catch the school's bus. My dad has gone and we are on our own
for a few hours."

       "If you don't mind Francis, my dad's car is waiting outside; it can
take us either to the bus or directly to Orleans."

	"We prefer to the bus," Jim said.

       "In that case, we will take the bus, too," Paul added.

Chapter 17
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They did as said and soon all four were sat on their respective seats in
the bus and running to the school. It was night when they arrived. They
checked in and went to their rooms. Once in there, Jim took Francis from
behind and hugged him; Francis reciprocated his lover.

	"I like being hugged, Jim."

	"Me, too, my sweet Norman." They prepared and went for a walk
before going to the dining room for the night meal. It was dark; however,
they could see, in the little forest surrounding the library, a little
light that went on and off, when they started walking to the light it went
off as they approached. Noah and Christian were hidden there, and as they
were nearer, they kissed.

	"Good evening, rascals, enjoying darkness?" Jim asked.

	"Yes, we have not any alternative, we knew you liked to walk before
dinner and were sure you would come here." The two younger boys were with
their hands entwined and around each other waist.

	"I like this little boy too much," Christian said pecking his
friend on the cheek.

	"Am I a little boy? I'm a month older than you are, however, I love
you even more than you love me." Saying this he took Christian in his arms
and kissed him passionately as Jim had taught them.

	"It seems you learn very quickly," Jim said. "Please Noah, how are
things getting on?"  He looked at his lover tenderly saying.

	"Christian, do you promise not to be jealous?" The other boy kept
silent; then staring at Jim, he said: "Things are perfect; on Friday he
jacked me off and wanted me to go to his cell. I innocently rejected, I
told him that Monday evening, after the service, I would come to the
church, he would suck me better than my cousin did." Christian pressed his
hand.

	"That bastard! I don't want him to touch you, you are mine." Noah
caressed his friend hair and gave him a quick peck.

	"Christian, you must realise I'm an actor, you told that; I must
perform my role perfectly, but believe me, you are my heart's owner and
nobody else." Christian thus comforted Noah.

	"Okay," Francis said. "I'm getting hard watching your petting. In
that case, you don't need to make any signals tomorrow. Further
instructions: if we succeed and I don't have any doubt about it, you will
go to our room straightaway. Under any circumstance you can release a
single word of our project, before and after complying it, is it clear? We
don't want to put at risk any person. I'll manage the situation myself."
Christian and Noah looked at each other and said:

	"We don't need to swear; however, we promise for our hearts that
our mouths will be shut forever."

	"Okay, let's separately go to the dining room. You Noah, go around
the library and you Christian to the opposite side." The two younger boys
pressed their hands and left. They had dinner, and as they were tired,
returned to their room and soon drifted to sleep; nevertheless, Jim had
received a letter from his family and read it before lights went off.

	"They all send you their best regards, especially John and Frankie;
they say I must kiss you on the lips on their behalf, so I must do it." He
stood up and kissed Francis a long and tender good night kiss. Monday went
by without any circumstance to mention. After finishing classes, all boys
involved in swimming practices met at the swimming pool for their training.
None of them made any approach as they watched the priest sat down enjoying
the view of so much young flesh; at a moment, he met Noah's eyes and the
boy smiled at him reassuring him that they would meet after the training.

Noah was in a corner of the pool and Francis at the other, he made several
dives with his fist clenched, they grinned and continued their exercises;
however, as the priest saw the coach entering, he stood and left. The sport
ended at 6:00 pm and dinner was served at 8:00. The students used this gap
to do some homework, or just relax; others to go to the chapel.

Christian was the first to enter the church and hid behind the provisional
confession box. A few minutes later arrived Noah dressed in his comfortable
tracksuit and sat not far from Christian.  The prayers ended and students
started to leave the church; the priest came and sat behind Noah that
seemed concentrated in his prays, however, he was well alert watching the
man.  When the last person left, he whispered on Noah's ear, his voice
trembling.

	"Are you ready for my demonstration?"

	"Yes, father."

	"Come on, let's enter the sacristy near the altar." He put his
right arm around Noah's shoulders and pressed him to his side. Noah felt
the need to reject this, but he thought he was an actor, so he looked at
the priest and grinned. The man full of confidence continued with the boy
attached to him, his dick growing fast and now tenting his cassock. He
locked the church's door with the bolt and entered in the sacristy, he
wanted also to lock the door, however, he thought the boy might suspect
about such precautions or even worst, to scared himself; after all, the
main door was locked. He did not close entirely the entrance but left a
crack. As soon as they were inside, the priest took off his cassock and
started rubbing Noah's chest. He slid his hands under the boy's clothes,
his left hand started rubbing Noah's little fatty nipples, his right
wandered down to his underwear, he missed it, and dragged Noah to the large
couch and laid him on top on the comfortable sofa.  Noah started to enjoy
the priest's expert touches and he moaned in pleasure, this reassured the
priest because his main objective was to get the boy to enjoy his actions;
that would eventually guarantee future visits.

Christian could hear his heart beating into his chest. As soon as they
entered in the sacristy he remained for a couple of minutes sat, then
silently, he approached the church's door, he could hear his friend's moans
of pleasure. An attack of jealous came to his young heart; he clenched his
fists in desperation. "You fucking bastards!" He murmured for himself,
tears blurring his eyes. He was tented to enter the room and kick the
priest and Noah because he was betraying their love; yet, he remembered how
good an actor his friend was, so, he went to the main door and run the bolt
silently. Francis immediately entered, locking again the door. He saw the
boy's tears and guessed what his problem was. In a whisper, he said to
Christian.

	"Remember, he is an exceptional and talented actor, and he has to
interpret the role of his life. That will mean you being together, so
please, take it easy and don't spoil our work and put at risk Noah." The
boy sighed, however, he was not fully convinced as they approached the
sacristy's door.

The priest's dick was pushing the boy's butt from behind; after rubbing his
smooth thighs he cupped with his right hand the boy's pack, starting
caressing up and down Noah's crotch. Noah moaned loudly, as the priest
masturbated him, he was not faking; however, that could betray him. He
closed his eyes and his thoughts went to his friend that was outside
suffering. He knew how jealous his Christian was. The man could not resist
anymore at the boy smooth and lovely body, he tried to retain those
moments, his cock started spurting his semen within his clothes.  He closed
his eyes for a moment but thought that he must give pleasure to his boy. He
took his shoes off, dragged his clothes to his ankles and then out. Noah
was now naked waist down with his erected cock inviting the priest to suck
it; as the man had planned.

	"Stand up. I'll improve your cousin. Do you like what I have done
up to now?" Noah near a whisper said:

	"It feels wonderful, I, I never thought it... it was as good, but I
need a release, my thing is very hot." The priest grinned.

	"Not for long." The priest said grinning. He kneeled in front of
the little boy; placed his left hand between the smooth thighs and engulfed
the boy's pack into his mouth. His expert tongue started caressing Noah's
dickhead, his hands cupping the boy's butt cheeks. Noah was very close to a
tremendous climax as the priest tried to put his finger inside Noah's
anus. Noah grabbed the priest's head and pushed it to his crotch as a loud
moan involuntarily escaped from the child's throat as the orgasm hit his
young body with a spasm.

	"Ahg!!!.

Suddenly the door opened; Francis and Christian could watch the priest's
mouth full of Noah's meat. He was so engulfed on sucking the little boy's
penis that did not notice the presence of the boys. Christian had been
advised and prepared, but the jealous and the scene in front of him were
too much for his young mind. He screamed in despair with his lovely face
covered with tears:

	"No!!! Noah!!! No!!!"

Noah saw them and started to cry, the priest alarmed moved his head and
watched the two boys standing in amazement, Francis with his mouth agape,
astonished; and Christian crying.

	"Sorry... sir, we thought..." They spun and ran outside. They heard
how the man called them.

	"Boys, boys...!" Noah was crying loudly as he had watched the
expression of disappointment and pain on his little lover's face.

	"Oh! Now they'll tell everybody..."

	"Don't worry son. They won't tell anybody, I promise you. Please
get dressed and go to your room." The priest said trembling and confused.

Christian had not been able to bear the view of his lover with his head
back, his locks hanging from his head as he enjoyed the priest's suck. He
ran and as planned, entered Jim's room, throwing himself on one of the beds
crying inconsolably, his fists clenched pushing the pillow in an attack of
despair and jealous.

	"You bastard, you bastard, why do I love you... Why?" Jim did not
know what to do; he caressed the boy's hair and kissed his head. Christian
jumped onto his lap and hugged him very tight sobbing, as a river of tears
rolled on his beautiful cheeks. "Oh Jim, we loved each other and today I
have seen him enjoying with the priest as he sucked him." He said
stammering. At that moment, Francis arrived and he caressed the sobbing
boy.

	"Please Christian; it isn't the first time that you cry. Do you
remember when he acted in your school down your homeland? He did so
perfectly that you cried out as a baby. Now you are a little man and he had
made what no one could do for you: to risk himself to get both of you
together. He truly loves you more than anything."

	"You are right, Francis," Noah said as he entered the room. He went
to the bed and hugged his friend very, very tight, still, his cheeks wet
with tears. Their mouths met and kissed tenderly. "I love you Christian and
you know that." Christian melted watching his boy so close to him. He
started to sob but he grabbed Noah to him and they hugged very tightly.

	"Sorry Noah, I'm ashamed, but you were so happy and enjoying..."
Noah kissed his friend stopping him to continue.

	"I can't deny I was enjoying it, but I had to represent my role
and, as you had seen, I was with my eyes closed, thinking that you were the
one sucking me. You and only you make me happy like I'm now." Noah had not
said the whole truth, but he loved his friend and he did not want to hurt
him; they still had a lot to learn from others, and the priest had a large
experience. Christian's eyes sparkled in delight, his dick had not been
touched and he was hard as a rock.

	"Please Noah, let's do something." He whispered to his friend "I
want either you suck me or I suck you." Francis and Jim were close enough
to guess what was on, besides the little boy deserved his compensation.

	"Little boys, you have acted like real men, so as a warrior after a
battle, you need to enjoy and release your tensions. You have half an hour
before we go for dinner. We'll guard you." Jim and Francis grinned, closing
the door behind them, remaining outside talking. They started discussing
the next steps to follow. As soon as the door closed, the two little boys
got naked. Noah said:

	"I want to wash myself to get rid of the priest's saliva on my
dick." Christian went behind him with his rod sticking out like a harrow,
starting to kiss him on the back and massaging his butt cheeks. Noah took
some soap and smeared on his friend's dick washing it, his touches made
Christian to quiver. They ran to the bed, Noah put his head on the pillow
and stretched out his legs. Christian took seconds to place his body in a
69 position and his dick into his friend's mouth. He was so in need that
immediately started bobbing his friend and in one minute he reached his
first dry climax. Still breathing and gasping he said:

	"Now it is your turn, Noah, I couldn't wait."

	"No, do it again and suck me, too." Christian did not need further
instructions.  Immediately he started thrusting his friend's mouth as he
sucked his dick like a vacuum; it took a little longer but soon both were
engulfed in moans and gasps as they were coming closer to their mutual
orgasms. Jim then peeked thru the door and said in a slow voice:

	"Hey, boys, please keep moans muffled, they might hear you on the
other side of the school." They stopped for a moment, but were too excited
now and soon moans started again, however they tried to keep them in a low
volume. After nearly half an hour and three dry orgasms, the boys were
exhausted and their bodies glistening with sweat. They relaxed, had a quick
shower together and got dressed. Francis told them.

	"Now, listen to me carefully: you can't say a single word, no
matter who asks you, even the Head Master. If he insists, you Noah can say
that the priest seduced you, but nothing else.  You Christian: you were
with me and I had invited you to the chapel to pray; nothing else. I'll
manage this myself. If he presses you, you must say that you want your dads
with you.

	"But I don't want my dad to be present!" Noah said.

	"I know it; you must continue performing. He doesn't know it and he
may fear your dad's intervention, however, I'm sure you won't be questioned
at all. Now, if you want, you can go together to have dinner, you don't
need to fear anything, nevertheless, you must behave like two good boys
that are in the honour pad." They grinned wickedly and ran outside happily
before going together to the dining room.

Chapter 18
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The priest was white and seriously concerned when Noah left; he could not
understand how he had been caught sucking the boy, so he finally concluded
that this was not a mere accident, but a trap organized by someone. He did
not admit to himself that the boys could prepare such a devil act. He
thought that, like some other cases in other schools, the Church was
powerful enough to stop anything, however, he should report to the
Principal immediately, so he could take the necessary steps. He went to the
main office and asked to see the director that immediately received him.

       "Can I help you, priest?" The Principal never called him father; he
was old enough to surrender to the Church, besides he was an agnostic.

       "I, I, I just came to inform you that... that..." He did not dare to
say what he was trying to say.

       "I'm sorry, but I'm busy..."

       "Well director, I was with a boy, let's say caressing him and..."
The director cringed and stopped the priest.

       "I know you are very fond of boys, but that's very common amongst
you, priests.  However, this is a special school where many ministers,
presidents and kings have studied during the past five hundred years,
besides, many important persons sponsor whiz boys who demonstrated bright
intelligence. This institution always respected the privacy and freedom of
our students, until you came two years ago with your absurd new rules. Now,
let me know what you were doing and what has happened." The priest blushed,
he could not admit the director tone, and however, he was furious but was
clever enough and knew he had to act carefully.

       "I was sucking a little boy's penis as he asked me, at that moment
two other boys came into the sacristy where we were and caught us in..."

       "And you were so silly... First, to do that in our school, and
second, being so confident to leave your door open. I thought you were
smarter, but..." The priest was full of rage:

       "I took precautions and the door was locked, I believe it is a trap
to..." The Director interrupted him.

       "A trap? Of course, it has probably been organized by the communists
to damage the Catholic Church's prestige!" The director grinned with
sarcasm. "This, most likely, would be the reaction of your bosses. However,
we gain nothing arguing. Let me know who are the boys and I'll try to stop
it before that spread in the school." That made sense to the priest that
calmed down.

       "I don't exactly know their names, but they are familiar to me
because are in the honour panels." The director shuddered in surprise.

       "Are you sure of that?"

       "Near; please show me the pictures." The director showed him
duplicate panels, and the clergyman pointed out the three of them. The
director opened wide his eyes as a sad grimace appeared on his face. He
looked worried.

       "Are you sure about these boys?"

       "Yes. Why?

       "Why?" The director shouted full of rage, as he continued: "You are
a fucking stupid!  The elder one is Françoise Lambert; his father and
his uncle are considered among the most prestigious lawyers of this country
and in Europe, besides very rich. The boy you have seduced is Noah Clipper;
his father own and lead the most influent newspaper in the South of France
and he is a socialist. Besides, the third is Christian Martin, son of a
rich banker in the South, close friend of Mr Clipper. "Do you realise what
would happen to this school and your Church if that little boy speaks to
his father? I'll tell you. The scandal would be enormous. Of course, it
wouldn't be the first time for your church, because some other times they
have concealed the problem, but in this case, would be different. Besides,
the election of the new President would be put at risk, and with that, a
large amount of money that his Government provides to the Catholic
Church. If a socialist or communist was elected as president, due to the
scandal, that could be the end of your church in this country; at least all
of its prerogatives."

       "But the Catholic Church has enough power to stop this." The priest
timidly argued. The old man laughed with resentment.

       "In that case, I'll call the police just now. I'm old enough and I
have survived two world wars, so I wouldn't put at risk my prestige and
what is more important, the prestige of this school. May I remind you this
institution is traditionally been administered by the Catholic Church but
is owned and sponsored by a group of eminent republican persons." The
priest had a reflection and staring at his opponent, he asked:

       "What do you suggest?"

       "First of all, you are right; you have been trapped by a
well-organized group of very bright students, nothing to do with anybody
from outside. You must put down in writing what has happened. Then who sent
you to this school, because we know you are a pederast, and however, you
detested your job. Make two copies of your report and sign them. Then you
will resign and leave the school immediately, finishing your task in this
institution. I'll keep that paper in my power, copy of it will secretly be
shown to your bosses, so they can take the necessary actions against you,
though I believe they are the ones to be blamed, you are a mere pawn. If we
stop all this, you may be sent back to your country or to one of our
colonies, where you may have enough boys for your activities. You have a
second alternative, do nothing. In this case, I'll call the Police just
now, and tomorrow the boys' parents. You probably will be jailed and
subject to a sentence in prison for at least twelve years." The priest
thought during a few seconds.

       "Director, give me your portable typewriter, I'll do what you have
suggested in the first place." The priest made two documents: the report
and his resignation, he then signed them and handed to the director; the
man read them carefully and placed into his iron safe. "Thanks for your
help, director. I trust your word."

       "Now I tell you something else." The priest stared with terror to
the old man. "For your security and the sake of your church, keep your
mouth shut about this subject, no matter who asks you about, except, of
course, your bishop." The priest could not understand why the Principal was
trying to help him, perhaps he was a mere pawn, too; as he told him. He
thought.

       "Thanks, director. I'll keep a dead silence."

       "Good luck, priest." They did not shake hands. While the priest was
leaving the school, the director, called his assistant. "Please, bring Mr
Françoise Lambert to my office; he must be in his room. A few minutes
later Francis was at his presence, he was surprised not seeing any other
boy in there. The director shut the door and motioned Francis to sit down.

       "Thank you, sir."

       "I suppose you know why I have called you."

       "Yes, sir." The man stared with affection and tenderness the young
and intelligent boy.  * * "Look Françoise, I cannot sit down and discuss
in details now, tomorrow we'll have time enough. This is a very serious
matter. I want you to promise me that no a single word will be spread in
the school or transmitted to anyone, including your families until I speak
with you tomorrow."  * * "Sir, only four persons know it, besides you and
father Callaghan. You can trust me and my roommate to whom I have told all
about; however, I cannot say the same for the little children while they
are sleeping." The director looked puzzled to Francis.  * * "Why not,
Francis?"  * * "Because both of them speak out when they are dreaming, so
their roommates can learn about it. It is a possibility and a risk, sir."
* * "Well, that can be overcome by putting them together."  * * "That's a
good idea, sir. They have been separated since some time after their
arrival the school, now they will appreciate your action. These children
have been together from the moment they were in kindergarten."  * * "We'll
talk it over tomorrow." He lifted the phone and made a call. "Marcel,
please, proceed to change..." He hanged down the phone and addressed to
Francis: "I'll see you tomorrow during the morning break. Don't ask anyone
to come. That's all. Good night son."  He extended his old hand and shook
Francis'. The boy sighed satisfied, at least things were as they had
planned, well, at least up to now, he thought. He returned to his room
where Jim was trembling waiting for him.  * * "What's up, Francis? I'm
trembling like a jelly cake." Francis reached out and hugged his lover
softly.  * * "Thanks for caring and your idea. Things go all right. The
best is that Christian and Noah will sleep together tonight." Jim grinned
nervously.  * * "I'm happy and glad for them." Francis, slowing his voice,
said: * * "I had to lie to the director telling him they speak aloud when
they are dreaming.  He had made me promise that no single word will be
spread in the school until he speaks to me tomorrow."  * * "That has a
logic aim. This is a very serious matter and wants to keep it secret."  * *
"You are fucking clever, my friend. That's what he said." Jim grinned to
his friend for the compliment. Now let's have dinner and warn the boys."
They went to the dining room and met Christian and Noah chatting happily as
Marcel approached them.  * * "Look, little gentlemen, following orders from
the director, from now on you have the same room, number fourteen, and your
stuff is already there. We must repair a problem with your old rooms." Then
Noah with a sad grimace on his face said: * * "I regret it a lot, my
roommate is a good guy." At that moment, Christian kicked him on his shin
under the table, he screamed in pain. Marcel puzzled said: * * "What's the
matter with you?" Christian immediately said: * * "Oh nothing, he hurt his
knee during a soccer match today." They grinned as Marcel left.  * * "Why
did you kick me? It hurts."  * * "I know it hurts. Are you regretting you
are being moved?" Noah looked at his little lover tenderly.  * * "I was
performing; we must appear that we aren't so connected to each other."
Christian smiled.  * * "When shall I know you are acting or not?" Noah
approached his mouth to his ear and in a whisper said: * * "When you stick
your dick in my butt and I moan; then I'm not performing, you know that;
don't you?" They smiled as Francis approached them.  * * "You little
rascals, please, meet us when finish dinner, our rooms are very close we
can talk in our way to the dorm." They ended dinner and all four went to
their rooms, informing them how he told the director they spoke when
dreaming, just in case. That was a great night, especially for the little
boys that they wanted to regain their lost time. As soon as they were
inside their new room, locked the door and without any more preliminaries,
they went into each other arms, desperately kissing and hugging. In a few
seconds, they were naked and sucking each other. After their first dry
orgasms, Christian was on top of his friend petting him.  * * "We'll fuck
tonight until our dicks and butts are sore." Noah laughed and kissed his
lover gently and passionately.  * * "I love you, Christian."  * * "I love
you, Noah." The little boys fulfilled their mutual promise. In one of their
recesses involved in a lovely bliss Christian said: * * "Noah, wouldn't you
like Jim's cock in your butt? It must be great."  * * "Well, not only Jim's
but Françoise's; he is a lovely and very pretty boy, they have complied
with their words. I think we owe them some fun."  * * "We can have fun,
too, with them."  * * "Let's think about how we can do that once this
situation is over; meanwhile, let's continue our business." And they
continued their lovemaking until they were exhausted, then drifted happily
to sleep cuddled into each other arms almost for the first time since they
came to the school, without releasing a single word during their dreams,
only sighs.  * * The following day, Jim and Francis still were a little bit
worried until he spoke with the Head Master. During the break, he went to
his office. He found the Principal relaxed and this, he thought, was a good
signal; he invited him to sit down, ordering to his assistant to prevent
any visit. Without any preliminaries, he blurted out slowly.  * *
"Françoise, I know this has been a trap well organized and better
performed, however, I think you didn't take into consideration some
possible grave results."  * * "Sir, above all, I must say we never thought
to harm, either the school or you.  On the contrary, we have seen how this
priest did many things that we positively knew you did not approve,
therefore, we deducted they were imposed on you. We like you, sir, most of
the students do and many generations educated in this institution,
too. With your large experience, you have been more a father than a
Principal for many boys, so we wanted to restore to this school what has
been for nearly five hundred years stolen since this man came in. You
should have seen those little boys after being separated from their
families for the first time. They broke my heart..." The director raised
his hand and Francis stopped.  * * "I knew that son, I knew
that. Unfortunately, I could do nothing with them and some others and you
know the reasons, so I won't insist." He paused. "Now, Françoise,
please, be honest and tell me what do you want me to do. I'll explain to
you afterwards what could have happened and still can happen if we do not
keep our mouth shut forever."  * * "Sir, we only want the situation of two
years ago to be restored. No more night inspections, no more violation of
the student's rights and room privacy. Please, reunite the boys that were
separated against their will, and finally, that no action is taken against
us. We had been aware of the political implications that a scandal would
have produced to our current President's future re-election, so we were
ready to accept any punishment if we failed but, above all, we are French
and you don't need to say our mouth must be shut.  * * "Françoise, I'm
proud of this school and of the many smart boys that are here, to serve our
country in the future. You confirm that to me. Thanks for your words." The
director then handed a newspaper to Francis. "See those pictures
Françoise, the first one is the archbishop of Paris' area who ordered
the priest to go ahead with his policy; the second is the bishop of
Orleans. Apparently, they are being promoted with new destinations, but in
fact, you and your friends have punished them. I don't want to know
anything about this affair, it is an item closed. Now, please, continue
your studies as up to now and live your young lives.  Nobody, except you
four, will ever know the great service that you have made to France. Step
by step all separated boys will return to their original rooms if they
want; nevertheless, this must be done in a way that nobody notices the
difference. Thanks again." The old man extended his hand and shook
Francis'. The blond boy returned to his next class where he met Jim's eyes
asking him. He grinned at him as saying it is alright. "We won!!!.  * * The
boys in the school commented the priest's absence; however, the school
Management issued a note advising that: "Due to serious sicknesses in his
family, the priest had urgently returned to Ireland." That ended off the
gossips.  * * Noah and Christian had now room 14, two doors further of
Jim's and Francis'. When they were returning to their room after dinner,
Christian said: * * "We want to tell you something, can we enter your
room?"  * * "Well, we have much homework to do, yet, if this doesn't take
too long..." The two devils grinned as they entered the older boys' room
and closed the door. Then Noah said: * * "We owe you a lot and we want to
have some fun with you." Jim looked at his friend quiz him.  * * "You don't
owe us anything. Nevertheless, what do you have in mind, little imps? The
younger boys grinned to each other.  * * "I'll let you know on Saturday
evening. Okay? We deserve a good time together." They said nothing and the
eleven y/o boys left hand in hand. Francis then asked Jim.  * * "Smart boy,
you seem to know them very well. What are they talking about?"  * * "Well,
they said to have a good time and have fun, that's all. I know you enjoy it
a lot, don't you?" Francis smiled and took his friend to the bed.  * *
"I'll show you what to have a good time means." They locked their door and
started their lovemaking, but now without the stress of thinking they could
be caught. Saturday came, and when they were returning from dinner
Christian said: * * "We'll be here in one minute. Ah, by the way, we told
Paul and Mike to enjoy their lives as much as they want. It seems they have
guessed something after the priest's leaving because Mike grinned slyly."
Jim and Francis giggled thinking how devil these two little imps were. A
few minutes later, both boys appeared wearing their white bathrobe and
slippers, as if they were coming from a shower. They entered without
knocking and locked the door; took off their robes and sleepers and tossed
them on the large sofa. They were stark naked and with their dicks hard
erected. Christian jumped on Jim's bed and Noah did the same on Francis' as
if they were twins. Jim was sat down, but, before he could react, the boy
was on his lap kissing him. Noah started imitating his friend in every step
he did. The elder boys felt their mouth invaded and their reaction was
immediate, they took in their arms those precious boys, and kissed them.

End of Part 3