Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2018 12:49:48 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: THE CHILDREN OF THE WAR Part 5 Story 2.- THE NIGHTINGALE BOY ========================= CHAPTER 1 --------------- It was June 1st, 2007; the whole family was celebrating grandpa's 80th birthday. Alexi Martin, (now Alexander) was lying quietly on a rocking chair under a large tree in his dacha, in a place not far from the Volga River Delta. In front of him, he could see a large field of sunflowers like a gigantic yellow carpet that reaches to the far mountains. The dacha had been a present from the Soviet Government, at the time ran by Joseph Stalin, as a prize for his efforts, investigations and development on the atomic bomb business, many years back. He heard the soft steps of his beautiful 11 y/o old grandson, Vasia. The boy was the youngest of the sixteen grandchildren that he had. Suddenly the boy's arm went around his neck from behind, kissing the man's old wrinkled cheek. "Congratulations "abuelo!" Happy birthday to you!" The boy used the word grandpa in the old man's mother language. He went around the large rocking chair and lay near the man's side, showing him an old study photo that he had extracted from a valuable little Arabic chest that his Granny had opened for him, for the first time and the boy's curiosity. The photograph pictured four boys: one blond, as he was himself, but with lank hair over his temples, of about of about 12 or 13y/o. And another three, a little bit younger. Vasia did not know who they were; he had identified very well only one of the other three younger boys: his own grandpa, as he was 11 y/o in 1937, during the beginning of the Spanish Civil War. The man grinned as he thought about his favourite grandson; he knew about the relationship existing between Vasia and Sergei, his best friend. Then the boy asked: "Who was this beautiful boy, Grandpa?" He pointed out to the blond one. The man sighed. "He was someone extraordinary." He paused. "Vasia, I remind you your promise of not telling anybody about our conversations on this and other matters; you are special to me." "I know it, grandpa." The boy bent his head and flushed. He loved and liked his Grandpa; he was the only one to whom he had told about the relationship existing between Sergei and himself; how they shared the bed whenever they could and the good times they had since the last year. Sergei was one year older than he was; they were in the same school, were intelligent and he had conquered his heart. He liked him very much. He heard his Grandpa's voice breaking his thoughts about his best friend. "His name was Sven; he was Swedish, the son of the Consul. The one near him was Bill..." Vasia interrupted his grandpa. "Grandpa, please, leave that part for the final; because I guess it is the most interesting and the best. Now let me know why and when you came to the old Soviet Union. You promised me to tell everything I could ask for after your 80 birthday: it is today." "Alright. My father was a captain fighting for the Republic. Due to the war in Spain, the Government of the Republic shipped many children abroad to prevent bombings and other actions could hurt them. I had no other close parents who could look after me while he was serving the Republic, so he authorised we travelled; thinking he would recover us when the war was over. We boarded a ship in the port of Valencia, in the East of Spain; the boat had come with war material for the Republican forces. After many days of navigation, we disembarked in a port of the Black Sea. That was our first surprise: it was not black. It has clear water and a marvellous land with much cultivation. You know the rest." "Oh yes. Some years later you met grandma during a school contest, married her when you were in the University and had six beautiful and healthy children. I have many questions to make, but I'll do in due time. Now, please start with those years before you and Uncle Miguel boarded the ship." -------------------- Don Manuel, a primary school teacher, was running a boys private school in a village in the outskirt of a large city. He was very fond of music, especially choral one. He was an old close friend of the Dean of the cathedral in charge of the boys' choir who normally sang in the big church, and sometimes in other churches. Though the war had already started, still many people assisted to the Sunday mass, just because they wanted to hear the boys singing. The man had been advised by a friend, that a military officer would visit him towing a boy of about eleven years old; so it was not a surprise when he received the man, though he was not dressed with a uniform. The boy was a classical Latin lad, white skin, large eyes, world record lashes, and lovely black curly hair with ringlets that smiled at him. "Good morning, Don Manuel. I think you have already received a letter from my General." "Yes I did; therefore, I guess you are Captain Lopez, and this is your only son Alexander or Alexi; a good and educated boy, as your General says." "You are right. In fact, he used to be a good friend of my father. I'm a divorced man since a few years ago, and I haven't married again. Alexi is my only son and family." He said staring tenderly to the boy. "In a week time I must join my unit and fight in a war that I don't like, though my profession is a civil engineer, the military authorities requested me to join them." "Don't worry Captain; I'll look after Alexander as if he was my own son; he will live with my wife and me here in the school, in the teacher's house." "Thanks, Don Manuel. Next week, I'll come back to say goodbye." Now staring at his son he added: "Alexi, please behave as a good boy." "I'll do, Dad. I know Don Manuel and his wife, Sra. Encarna and they are very kind to the other boys." The officer then kissed his son and shook hand with the teacher. "I'll see you in a week time. Goodbye." The boy remained quiet near the teacher as a couple of tears dribbled down his smooth cheeks. This was the first time he was separated from his father. "Don't worry, my son. You will be here very well; I'll look after you; though the war has started, still we have here everything we need, especially good mates. All of them are good boys; the day after tomorrow, Monday, you will meet all of them." "I know, but this is the first time I have separated from my father since my mother... left, and I'm sad. He doesn't like war, but he has to go. He says this is fratricide fight where brothers can fight against brothers; even fathers against sons..." The man interrupted the boy rubbing his curly hair. "You are only a child and should not think about persons killing one another. Besides, as usual, this war might be short, so you will be reunited again with your father soon." The boy sighed. "Are you sure, Don Manuel?" The man changed the subject in order the child could think about something different. "I'm almost sure. By the way, do you like music? I love it; even we have a piano in the other room of the house." "Well... I like it, too; but what I really love is maths and physic. I was the first of my class in my previous public school." That's good. On Monday you will be able to demonstrate it. Forget for a moment studies and enjoy a little music while my wife prepares dinner." He pushed slowly the boy to the next large room. There was a vertical piano with a bunch of fresh flowers on it. Everything looked clean, tidy and comfortable. The man sat down on a stool and opened the piano. He started playing a well-known melody that immediately the boy followed singing in low voice. "I like this song; my mother used to sing it." "It seems you like singing. What was your mother's name, Alexi? The boy sighed as he answered. "Her name was Elisa." The man grinned. His hands went from one side to the other of the piano's pad playing "Fur Elise", from Beethoven. He could observe how the eleven years old boy's eyes blurred; he was fighting back his tears. "I'm sorry Alexander; I guess you know this music and bring you some fond memories." "Yes, Sir. My mother used to play it in my birthday celebrations. I remember it because my Dad bought a record for her with this and some other music from Beethoven. Please call me Alexi, as everybody who knows me does. "So you are not an ignorant about music, as most of the boys of your age are. By the way, do you sing?" The boy grinned. "Not much; I'm not good with music, as I told you before." "Let us try." The man played some musical notes on the piano and the boy sang them with his sweet voice. Then he continued exploring the boy's capacity. He was astounded. He prepared a short song and Alexi sang it with a great facility. He could not believe what he was hearing. He stood and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, as the boy said. "It was easy for me." The man stared at the precious boy. "Alexi, you have a great voice; better than you might believe. Would you like to sing in a choir with other boys? That would mean better food and a great place to live." "Well... I don't mind if you want it; I guess my father has not any objection. I suppose this wouldn't stop me from learning more maths and physic." "I want to be sincere with you, little one. If you want, I'm sure you could sing in the cathedral." The boy opened wide his eyes. "I don't think I'm good enough for that; on the other hand, here there is not any big church, let alone a cathedral." The man smiled. "You are right Alexi; you would sing in the capital city after some training carried out by one of the deans or professors. Tonight I'll phone him, and when your father returns I'll talk to him. It is a great opportunity for you; they have something like a little hotel with classrooms where all boys live separated from the rest; it is like a boarding house. Everything is paid for them, even your clothes. You could become a famous boy." Then, they heard the voice of a woman. "Manuel, do you think Alexi could join the Choir? You know very well how exigent the cathedral people are in respect of new boys." The man grinned. "I'm sure that Alexi will sleep here only tonight. I'll tell you as soon as I speak this evening with the Dean, my friend Francisco." At that moment a young girl of about Alexi's age came in, interrupting her progenitors. She had heard her father words, and with a little pout said: "Alexi is my friend, the only boy who I like." The boy flushed because he has only played a couple of hours with the girl. "Why has he to leave? The girl asked." "Because the Cathedral needs him to sing in the Choir." The girl went to argue but her father stopped her. "Please Margaret, don't start arguing; it is Uncle Francisco's decision; he needs boys like Alexi, it is for the best glory of our Lord." The boy and girl left the room and went to their backyard to play with a ball that her father had made from waste hard paper. As children normally do, they seemed had been together during ages; laughing and enjoying their childhood. Meantime the man was telling his wife: "Encarna, you better don't prepare any room for the boy. As I told you, he will remain here only tonight." "And where the poor child will sleep, then?" "He can sleep with Margaret. She has a large bed with enough space for both." "But you cannot put together a boy and a girl!!!" "Why not, my wife? They are only children; besides, if they touch each other, all the best. We won't see him again unless we go to the cathedral to listen to him, a thing that I may do within a few weeks. Margaret also needs boys in her life." "You are going too fast, don't you?" The woman grinned slyly. The time elapsed quickly and Don Manuel asked the phone operator to set up a call with the reverse charge to the Cathedral Choir department in the capital city A few minutes later the phone rang. "Hullo, Francisco! I'm Manuel." "Glad to hear you, my friend. What's up?" "I have good news for you; unless you have found the nightingale that you were looking for." Francisco sighed with a silence. Then he answered: No, I haven't anything available, and the Corpus Christy Day is approaching, when the choir should be ready to sing for our Lord. Do you have anything?" "Yes my friend, I have. The nightingale we were looking for during the past years. I have tried him the solos you always liked; he has overcome all of them, even has surpassed them. Still, there is a problem that you must solve. The boy has no mother, and his father is an officer of the Republic's army; currently, I think he is in Barcelona. I expect him here in a week time, and you badly need this week to train him with the other boys, I guess." "Manuel if you know where he is, I'll try to talk to him; if not, please give me his name and grade. Now the Church must demonstrate his power in spite the current circumstances." Manuel grinned. "His name is Captain Juan Lopez Martinez." "Ok. I'll come back to you as soon as I know anything." The Dean placed the receiver on the phone and raised another one. He started a frenetic action calling to different phone numbers until he achieved his goal. It had not been difficult for him to convince the officer; he had a long experience with fathers and mothers when recruiting boys for the Choir. An hour later and with a smile he called back his old friend. "Manuel, everything is solved. Tomorrow about 11:00, Sebastian, our driver, will take me to your school to pick the boy up. I have agreed to call the boy's father from your phone; however, the call will be charged to our Cathedral account. Alexi will have the opportunity to talk to his progenitor if he likes." "I didn't doubt you would succeed. I think the boy is worth all your efforts." "Ok; I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." The conversation ended as Mrs Encarna approached her husband. "I told you he would get his goal. Tomorrow around 11:00 am, my friend the Dean will come to pick Alexi up. Now I'll talk to him in order there is not any problem." "Now that our daughter is so close to the boy he must go..." "Things are as they are, and we cannot do anything to stop it. We are lucky having so a good friend in the Church." Sometime later, near dusk, boy and girl entered the house, their cheeks red as poppies; they had been happily playing in the backyard the whole afternoon. "Mon, I'm hungry and I guess Alexi is too." The boy blushed for a while, though she was true. "Children, wash your hands and faces while I prepare dinner." Then de woman addressed to the boy. "Alexi, once you finish your washing and before dinner, please go and see my husband, I think he has important news for you." "What are they, Mom?" "Well... as we were guessing, Alexi will join the Cathedral's Choir; tomorrow around 11:00 am, Uncle Francisco will come to take him. What do you think, Alexi?" The boy suspected something, though not for certain. "Well... with Margaret I'm very happy here, and wouldn't like to change, but I suppose my father must consent and agree with it." "Don't worry son. He has been informed and has consented; tomorrow you will speak to him by phone. We'll go to the city next Corpus Christy's Day to listen to you." "And see and talk to him, mom." The girl pointed out. "That's if we are allowed to do it. Remember that all Choir boys go together and we may see him, but not to talk." "It would be petty because I like you a lot, and especially to Margaret." The boy said as the young girl grinned happily. "Do I need to go and see Don Manuel?" "No. It is enough." Then the woman placed the dishes on the table and started pouring the food on them. "Daughter, call your father and tell him we are ready for dinner." The man came quickly and had dinner in silence; there was nothing to be added to what the woman had said. As they finished the girl yawned. Mom, I want to go to bed; we have been playing a lot all day and I'm tired; I guess Alexi is too." The boy did not say anything. The girl commanded in that family. "Come on Alexi; let us go upstairs to bed." She gave her hand to the boy and started climbing the stairs. Her mother then said: "Have happy dreams children, and don't make much noise if you wake up before we do tomorrow morning." The man grinned slyly. The children continued climbing the stairs as Alexi felt a tingly sensation down his abdomen, though he ignored what was going to happen; he had never been in the same room with a girl, let alone in the same bed. Once upstairs, the boy could observe there were a few rooms, but Margaret opened one that was placed at the end of the corridor. "This is my room, a little far from my parents', so when some of my friends come here we can do and talk about everything, without my mother or father interfering." "And what do you talk about, Margaret?" "Well... until last year we chatted about dolls or school problems, but now mostly about boys and what they do. I don't have any brother, but my friend has two, so she informs me about what they do. Even one of them... Please, Alexi; lock the door with the little lash." The boy did not argue and locked the door. "My father wouldn't allow me to lock the door of my room; he said it is a dangerous action..." Alexi said. "Oh, don't worry; I'm with a brave boy like you, so I don't care about anything." The boy flushed for the praises. Then the girl started undressing; staring at her new friend she added: "Are you going to sleep dressed?" Again Alexi got red. "The weather is too good, even hot to sleep with your clothes on." "Well... I haven't been naked in front of a girl; even I never watched... you know?" "Don't be shy Alexi; I'm not going to rape you." This sentence was the drop that filled the boy's reservations; he decided to demonstrate to that almost mad girl who Alexi was. All the sudden, the boy took off all his clothes until he was entirely naked. Then he jumped on the bed and sat on his calves, staring at the girl. She grinned slyly. "I'm not going to rape you, Margaret." The girl did not think a moment and in seconds she also was completely nude. Both children started to laugh loudly. "You have a beautiful weenie, Alexi. It is even more gorgeous than my cousin Raphael's, but not as thick as his." "So this is not the first time you watch a cock. Have you ever touched one?" "No, ever. Can I touch yours?" "You can, but you may not; unless..." The girl then interrupted the boy. "Unless what, Alexi?" "Unless you continue rubbing it until I get the sweet feeling. If you decide to go ahead, I'll do the same to you. I'm sure you have never felt that wonderful sensation. It is as if I send you to the seventh cloud." "Is it that exciting and good?" "Yes. Even stronger when it is done between matured persons." "What do you mean by matured persons? It seems you know a lot more than I do about boy-girl plays. Who taught you all of this?" "My father did. He explained me everything relating to sex with boys and girls, and then I put it in practice with boys; however, never did with girls until now. Not many girls have the guts to do it; you are an exception and I like it." The girl grinned with a sigh. She liked this brave boy. and the boy sang it with his sweet voice. Then he continued exploring the boy's capacity. He was astounded. He prepared a short song and Alexi sang it with a great facility. He could not believe what he was hearing. He stood and placed his hand on the boy's shoulder, as the boy said. "It was easy for me." The man stared at the precious boy. "Alexi, you have a great voice; better than you might believe. Would you like to sing in a choir with other boys? That would mean better food and a great place to live." "Well... I don't mind if you want it; I guess my father has not any objection. I suppose this wouldn't stop me from learning more maths and physic." "I want to be sincere with you, little one. If you want, I'm sure you could sing in the cathedral." The boy opened wide his eyes. "I don't think I'm good enough for that; on the other hand, here there is not any big church, let alone a cathedral." The man smiled. "You are right Alexi; you would sing in the capital city after some training carried out by one of the deans or professors. Tonight I'll phone him, and when your father returns I'll talk to him. It is a great opportunity for you; they have something like a little hotel with classrooms where all boys live separated from the rest; it is like a boarding house. Everything is paid for them, even your clothes. You could become a well- known boy." Then, they heard the voice of a woman. "Manuel, do you think Alexi could join the Choir? You know very well how exigent the cathedral people are in respect of new boys." The man grinned. "I'm sure that Alexi will sleep here only tonight. I'll tell you as soon as I speak this evening with the Dean, my friend Francisco." At that moment a young girl of about Alexi's age came in, interrupting her progenitors. She had heard her father words, and with a little pout said: "Alexi is my friend, the only boy who I like." The boy flushed because he has only played a couple of hours with the girl. "Why has he to leave? The girl asked." "Because the Cathedral needs him to sing in the Choir." The girl went to argue but her father stopped her. "Please Margaret, don't start arguing; it is Uncle Francisco's decision; he needs boys like Alexi, it is for the best glory of our Lord." The boy and girl left the room and went to their backyard to play with a ball that her father had made from waste hard paper. As children normally do, they seemed had been together during ages; laughing and enjoying their childhood. Meantime the man was telling his wife: "Encarna, you better don't prepare any room for the boy. As I told you, he will remain here only tonight." "And where the poor child will sleep, then?" "He can sleep with Margaret. She has a large bed with enough space for both." "But you cannot put together a boy and a girl!!!" "Why not, my wife? They are only children; besides, if they touch each other, all the best. We won't see him again unless we go to the cathedral to listen to him, a thing that I may do within a few weeks. Margaret also needs boys in her life." "You are going too fast, don't you?" The woman grinned slyly. The time elapsed quickly and Don Manuel asked the phone operator to set up a call with the reverse charge to the Cathedral Choir department in the capital city A few minutes later the phone rang. "Hullo, Francisco! I'm Manuel." "Glad to hear you, my friend. What's up?" "I have good news for you; unless you have found the nightingale that you were looking for." Francisco sighed with a silence. Then he said: "No, I haven't anything available, and the Corpus Christy Day is approaching, when the choir should be ready to sing for our Lord. Do you have anything?" "Yes my friend, I have. The nightingale we were looking for during the past years. I have tried him the solos you always liked; he has overcome all of them, even has surpassed them. Still, there is a problem that you must solve. The boy has no mother, and his father is an officer of the Republic's army; currently, I think he is in Barcelona. I expect him here in a week time, and you badly need this week to train him with the other boys, I guess." "Manuel if you know where he is, I'll try to talk to him; if not, please give me his name and grade. Now the Church must demonstrate his power in spite the current circumstances." Manuel grinned. "His name is Captain Juan Lopez Martinez." "Ok. I'll come back to you as soon as I know anything." The Dean placed the receiver on the phone and raised another one. He started a frenetic action calling to different numbers until he achieved his goal. It had not been difficult for him to convince the officer; he had a long experience with fathers and mothers when recruiting boys for the Choir. An hour later and with a smile he called back his old friend. "Manuel, everything is solved. Tomorrow about 11:00, Sebastian, our driver, will take me to your school to pick the boy up. I have agreed to call the boy's father from your phone; however, the call will be charged to our Cathedral account. Alexi will have the opportunity to talk to his progenitor if he likes." "I didn't doubt you would succeed. I think the boy is worth all your efforts." "Ok; I'll see you tomorrow. Bye." The conversation ended as Mrs Encarna approached her husband. "I told you he would get his goal. Tomorrow around 11:00 am, my friend the Dean will come to pick Alexi up. Now I'll talk to him in order there is not any problem." "Now that our daughter is so close to the boy he must go..." "Things are as they are, and we cannot do anything to stop it. We are lucky having so a good friend in the Church." Sometime later, near dusk, boy and girl entered the house, their cheeks red as poppies; they had been happily playing in the backyard the whole afternoon. "Mon, I'm hungry and I guess Alexi is too." The boy blushed for a while, though she was true. "Children, wash your hands and faces while I prepare dinner." Then de woman addressed to the boy. "Alexi, once you finish your washing and before dinner, please go and see my husband, I think he has important news for you." "What are they, Mom?" "Well... as we were guessing, Alexi will join the Cathedral's Choir; tomorrow around 11:00 am, Uncle Francisco will come to take him. What do you think, Alexi?" The boy suspected something, though not for certain. "Well... with Margaret I'm very happy here, and wouldn't like to change, but I suppose my father must consent and agree with it." "Don't worry son. He has been informed and has consented; tomorrow you will speak to him by phone. We'll go to the city next Corpus Christy's Day to listen to you." "And see and talk to him, mom." The girl pointed out. "That's if we are allowed to do it. Remember that all Choir boys go together and we may see him, but not to talk." "It would be petty because I like you a lot, and especially to Margaret." The boy said as the young girl grinned happily. "Do I need to go and see Don Manuel?" "No. It is enough." Then the woman placed the dishes on the table and started pouring the food on them. "Daughter, call your father and tell him we are ready for dinner." The man came quickly and had dinner in silence; there was nothing to be added to what the woman had said. As they finished the girl yawned. Mom, I want to go to bed; we have been playing a lot all day and I'm tired; I guess Alexi is too." The boy did not say anything. The girl commanded in that family. "Come on Alexi; let us go upstairs to bed." She gave her hand to the boy and started climbing the stairs. Her mother then said: "Have happy dreams children, and don't make much noise if you wake up before we do tomorrow morning." The man grinned slyly. The children continued climbing the stairs as Alexi felt a tingly sensation down his abdomen, though he ignored what was going to happen; he had never been in the same room with a girl, let alone in the same bed. Once upstairs, the boy could observe there were a few rooms, but Margaret opened one that was placed at the end of the corridor. "This is my room, a little far from my parents', so when some of my friends come here we can do and talk about everything, without my mother or father interfering." "And what do you talk about, Margaret?" "Well... until last year we chatted about dolls or school problems, but now mostly about boys and what they do. I don't have any brother, but my friend has two, so she informs me about what they do. Even one of them... Please, Alexi; lock the door with the little lash." The boy did not argue and locked the door. "My father wouldn't allow me to lock the door of my room; he said it is a dangerous action..." Alexi said. "Oh, don't worry; I'm with a brave boy like you, so I don't care about anything." The boy flushed for the praises. Then the girl started undressing; staring at her new friend she added: "Are you going to sleep dressed?" Again Alexi got red. "The weather is too good, even hot to sleep with your clothes on." "Well... I haven't been naked in front of a girl; even I never watched... you know?" "Don't be shy Alexi; I'm not going to rape you." This sentence was the drop that filled the boy's reservations; he decided to demonstrate to that almost mad girl who Alexi was. All the sudden, the boy took off all his clothes until he was entirely naked. Then he jumped on the bed and sat on his calves, staring at the girl. She grinned slyly. "I'm not going to rape you, Margaret." The girl did not think a moment and in seconds she also was completely nude. Both children started to laugh loudly. "You have a beautiful weenie, Alexi. It is even more gorgeous than my cousin Raphael's, but not as thick as his." "So this is not the first time you watch a cock. Have you ever touched one?" "No, ever. Can I touch yours?" "You can, but you may not; unless..." The girl then interrupted the boy. "Unless what, Alexi?" "Unless you continue rubbing it until I get the sweet feeling. If you decide to go ahead, I'll do the same to you. I'm sure you have never felt that wonderful sensation. It is as if I send you to the seventh cloud." "Is it that exciting and good?" "Yes. Even stronger when it is done between matured persons." "What do you mean by matured persons? It seems you know a lot more than I do about boy-girl plays. Who taught you all of this?" "My father did. He explained me everything relating to sex with boys and girls, and then I put it in practice with boys; however, never did with girls until now. Not many girls have the guts to do it; you are an exception and I like it." The girl grinned with a sigh. She liked this brave boy. CHAPTER 2 --------------- Alexi then pushed softly Margaret as she laid her head on the pillow. He then unbuttoned the upper part of her pyjama as he discovered two tiny nipples that were a little bit hard, not only by the excitement, but also they had just started to grow as puberty approached. Tenderly he touched them as the girl almost jumped. The boy smiled knowing how sensitive they were, as his father had explained him. "Please be careful. I haven't told my mother yet, but now they are as if I had a button under my skin, and are very sensitive. I like to rub them with the tip of my fingers; it is as if an electric current went from my hand to my crotch." "I know it; I'll take care of them later, you will feel only a tremendous tickle that you cannot bear. I did to a friend of mine and he was mad about it. Mine are still normal, soon your breasts will start growing, and within a couple of years you will have lovely teats." The girl could not wait anymore as she was very excited. "What shall we do now?" The girl asked. "We can play family; I like it very much." "Do you mean as a husband and a wife do?" "Yes." He grinned cunningly. She thought for a moment, but immediately said: "Let us start. I'll take the bottom place, but first I want to touch your dick." She dared and placed her thumb and two fingers around the hard cock, dragging down slowly the foreskin, as she saw how her cousin doing. The boy sighed and moaned in pleasure. She stopped. "Why have you stopped? I told you that if you started you must continue." The girl smiled. "I thought I had hurt you." "Oh no; it is all on contrary. It feels fantastic." Thinking he should pay her back, he started caressing her face with his left hand and with the right rubbing the girl's pussy. Alexi did not know anything about precum, so he felt the wetness of Margaret and grinned. She then said: "I don't know what it is, but since a couple of months, I find as if I pee when I touch myself on there and get very excited. It feels wonderful when I introduce my finger in my hole." The boy did not understand why she had that wetness in there but said nothing. "You will feel better when I introduce my cock into your hole." He pushed gently the girl to lie on her back and began to lick and suck her nipples. He felt a strong need to kiss her lips but discarded this action because her breath did not smell very well. He noticed how the girl was breathing hard and raising her hips trying to meet the boy's hard tool. It was so intense that she introduced her hand between their hips and guided the boy's cock into her cunt. Alexi was waiting this moment. He did not want to force the girl to fully fuck her, but he understood there was not any problem with doing it, and could not avoid it. After a few minutes, Margaret felt how a warm sensation raised from all her body and the need to kiss that wonderful boy. Her cousin had tried to fuck her, but he had not the experience that Alexi had, and everything was unsuccessful, but now it seemed great. She was with her eyes closed as she could not bear the tremendous feeling down her crotch that traduced in hard breathing and moans. She placed her hands on top of the boy's rounded butt cheeks; his breathing also was very erratic. Suddenly, something happened. Later on, she could not explain herself. She felt as something great pushed her to the upper world as Alexi had predicted. She was mad as she felt a sharp pain in her pussy that immediately was replaced by the greatest pleasure she could imagine. For Alexi, things were not much different, though he knew what was happening and would occur. He was determined to fully fuck a girl for the first time, and Margaret was ideal for it; she also wanted this as much as he did. She guided his dick into the warm cave of her pussy, instinctively he started moving his pelvis up and down as when he was masturbating himself on his bed, but in this case, on the bottom was a girl instead of his bed sheets. He felt how his dick could not go further; something stopped it and he did not know why. His penis was fairly large for his age, but not much. He pushed harder a couple of times and astonishingly his cock went all the way into the girl's pussy. He heard how she yelled a little but did not stop him. He continued fucking the girl in quick moves up and down. Suddenly, the greatest pleasure he could imagine came to his body as it tried to expel what had not; a great explosion of colours filled his mind, as a marvellous great firework. He collapsed on top of the girl breathing very hard; then instinctively, moved to his right side. He could not remember what followed; because he woke up many hours later; he was shaken by the girl. "Come on, you hard sleeper!!! It is almost 9:00 and mom will come to get us downstairs for breakfast." The girl said with a sigh. "It was as you told me: great and wonderful!!!" She then kissed the boy's smooth cheek with a peck. Instinctively Alexi rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand but smiling. "Yes, it was good; very good indeed. I would start again, but there isn't time for that." He jumped from the bed and went to a stand with a washbasin and washed his face and combed his hair. Quickly he got dressed; the girl was enthralled watching the boy's hard penis. She wanted to take it in her hands and mouth, but before she reached it, Alexi dragged his trousers up and adjusted his belt. "I'm ready." The girl blushed and sighed. They had breakfast and went to play in the backyard, taking special care not to stain his clothes, since they were waiting for the man from the cathedral. They did not wait long; around 11:00 they heard a car parking outside of the schoolhouse. A man wearing a black cassock of about 60 y/o descended from the car and Margaret quickly went to kiss the priest's hand; yet, the boy did not move. Don Manuel came out from the house and greeted him amicably. "Is this our nightingale?" "Hi, Francisco! Yes, he is. Let us go inside, you can test him if you like, my friend." "I don't need it. You well know we trust each other since we were children. "By the way, I have brought you some canned food and chocolate from our reserves." He said as the driver entered the house a large and heavy parcel. "Thanks, Francisco. Unfortunately we are running short of everything in these days; nevertheless, you can get anything thru smugglers." He, now addressing to the boy, introduced the man. "Alexi, this is the Dean Don Francisco Torres, from the Cathedral. You are very lucky being cared by someone as Father Francisco." "I'm glad to meet you, Mr Torres." The man grinned as the boy extended his small hand to shake. The priest thought: "Besides a nightingale, he is an educated boy coming from a Republican family." "Are you ready, boy? It is not very long, but we need to do many things in the capital city. Moreover, we must first talk to your father." The Dean extracted a small piece of paper and handed it to Don Manuel. "Manuel, set up a call to this number of Barcelona; tell the phone operator it is urgent from the Cathedral, which will pay the call. Five minutes later the communication was established; the priest talked for some minutes with Alexi's father, then he handled the receiver to the boy. "Dad, are you there?" The boy asked with a quivering voice. "Yes, Alexi. The change is wonderful; you are going to enter in one of the most prestigious Institutions of this country, all thanks to your voice. I'm very proud of you, my son." "It is alright then, dad. Will you come next week as you told me?" "Son, the war is more serious than we thought at the beginning. I'll try to go, but I cannot be hundred percent sure; if not, I'll write you, there will be other occasions in the next future." "Alright, dad. I love you." "I love you, too, my son. Be a good boy. Bye." The man ended the communication and Alexi hanged up the receiver. Then as remembering something, he asked the priest: "Can you spare a couple of minutes, sir? I need to do something important." The man nodded, so the boy went to the door where Margaret was near her mother. "Please Margaret, I must tell you something." The girl stared at her progenitors; as they did not say anything, Alexi took the girl from her hand and dragged her to a small store in the backyard. They entered and the boy closed the door with his back; still, without expressing a single word, he looked into the girl's eyes, placed his hands on her face cheeks and kissed the child lips softly. It was a long kiss of love, nothing compared with the night before; this time the girl smelled wonderful. Then he added: "Thanks, Margaret, I'll never forget you. I regret not staying here with you. I'll miss you." The girl detached from the boy and ran upstairs to her room; abundant tears were dribbling down her fresh cheeks as her chest convulsed with silent sobs. Alexi returned sadly to the car that immediately started running thru the narrow streets, bound the main road to the capital. The Dean observed carefully the boy. "It seems it has been hard to say goodbye to the girl." Alexi bent his head. "Yes sir, very hard." While the vehicle drove to the large town, the priest looked at the boy; fond memories came to his mind when Manuel and he were boys rescued from poverty and misery to sing in the cathedral choir; they were then 10 years old. When their voices were not interesting for the choir, they had been sponsored by an old rich countess; at the time, he became a priest and Manuel a boys' school teacher. He promised himself to reach the position that he has now. He was good for the boys and above all, he loved music. During the last forty years, he had known many boys, most of them coming from institutions that picked the children in the streets or abandoned by their progenitors; very common in those agitated times. Now the choir was more a saving institution than a simple group of boys singing in a church or concert. He had developed a good file over the years from boys that had passed thru the choir. The majority of them became excellent professionals, and many reached high education and went to the College, everyone according to their intelligence and not according to their beauty or voice. His goal had always been to save them, so they could form a family someday. He had great satisfaction when he received pictures of weddings and births of their children. He loved boys, but never forced or requested any of them to share his bed; only a few knocked on his door at night, because they felt depressed or wanted to have some fun that could not have with their colleagues. He always encouraged the boys during the related talks in the classrooms, never to accept an invitation from an adult to share his bed, unless they knew in advance what the adult wanted from them, and if that was worthwhile or the boy enjoyed it. The Institution had a large house surrounded by gardens, trees, and had not any restriction on the boys going out, whenever they reported it to their teachers. The boys must accept the discipline and work rules before entering in the choir, and later on when their voices were not of interest for the Cathedral. This institution had a security and fame above their behaviour that many families wanted their boys to receive education in the choir. Nowadays, they have capacity only for 20 boys, but in the old past the choir reached 60; many of them from high standard persons and aristocratic families that paid for their education. The voice of the driver took him out of his thoughts. "Don Francisco, we are here. There were not many people in the streets, except military forces." The janitor approached his boss. "Sir, is this the new boy? I suppose he will occupy room number ten, with Sven." "You suppose well, Felipe. Please take his luggage to his room while I explain him a few things." The man took the boy's suitcase and disappeared thru the main door. Alexi watched the well-cared building. "It is a large building, sir." Yes, you are right. In the second floor and top are the bedrooms, 30 in total, though currently, we use only 10. The first floor is destined for classrooms, offices and for the boys' enjoyments. In the land floor are all the rest of services, including the janitor's and his family home. The cellar is mostly dedicated to storage everything. I'll give you a paper explaining all the items, though I think the boys will do better than I do." "Where are they now, sir? I can't see any of them." The man grinned, and before taking the stairs, he opened a heavy wooden door that faced to the sports fields and gardens; the yells of eighteen boys came to his ears; one of them, lightly shorter than Alexi, detected the presence of Alexi and the priest. "Hey boys, the new nightingale is here!" The boys interrupted the match of soccer and all came to greet his new colleague. The priest introduced Alexi to the other boys; after a while, all of them went back to the sport, except the one who had detected him. The boy then said: "Father Francisco, may I accompany Alexi to his room?" The man grinned. Miguel was short for his age, but he was brilliant, especially in music; playing the piano and violin, besides he played chess very well, even he could not beat him. He liked and loved him as the son he never had. "As usual, Miguel is one of our best members." The boy blushed. "Thanks, Miguel, I have a lot to do and your help is welcomed. I'll see you at lunch; after the siesta, I want you all in the concert room for rehearsal." Both boys left. As they were climbing the stairs, the short boy was opening doors, explaining to the newcomer everything. "I'm sure you will feel comfortable here, Alexi." He opened a door and showed a large room with fifteen shower heads on each side, the walls were tiled to the ceiling. He then explained: "We can shower anytime; however, it is compulsory at least once a week, especially in winter. In summer, we do every night before going to bed. Father Francisco is very scrupulous about boy cleanness and health." "Perhaps there are boys who don't want to shower with all boys watching. I don't mind myself; I'm not shy at all." Alexi said as Miguel grinned. "Well... at the beginning some have some reservations, but with the time they overcome the shyness." He kept silence for a few moments for the new boy to make questions. "You don't ask me for the rest of the boys. Aren't you interested in them?" Alexi grinned. "I guessed you would tell me." The boys laughed. "I'm too loquacious, but not with everybody. You seem a good boy. I like you." The boy flushed. Alexi placed his right arm on the shorter boy's shoulders. "I like you too, Miguel. I hope we can be good friends from now on." The large eyes of the boy illuminated as he sighed. "Thanks, Alexi; it will be a pleasure to be your friend." They entered into a spacious room with two beds, wardrobes containing a lot of winter clothes, boots etc. Then Miguel added: "The bed near the window is yours." "Why? It is the best place; my roommate should have chosen it." "Well... Sven is a very good and pretty boy as you are, especially for me... and for everybody. "You should not underestimate yourself." Alexi then dragged the boy in front of his wardrobe; it had a full image mirror. He placed the boy before him. He smiled for the occurrence of his new friend. "See what you really are! That dimple on your cheek will get mad more than one girl in the future, if not now." The boy chuckled, and pointing to the mirror he said: "He really is a cute boy, but he has small ears..." Still reflecting on the mirror Alexi pointed out. "In that case, next time that you go to the barber, you should ask him to leave longer your hair; with this, your problem will disappear." "Yes, probably you are right, but then we can fall in the problem of lice contamination, and father Francisco is very strict on this subject." "And he is right, Miguel. Lice only produce sickness, but there is a special soap to prevent it. I use it every time I shower." "We have that soap, but it doesn't smell good; besides, the other boys always assume you have lice if they watch you using it; they don't believe in preventions." "I don't mind what they may think or believe. To prevent the odour you can use a light perfume. I'm sure father Francisco would provide it without further problem. I'll ask him for a little bottle when I finish the one I have." "Thanks, Alexi, not everybody advises like you, especially Pedro." "Who is Pedro?" "The oldest boy of the Choir; soon he will turn fourteen; probably this year he will pass to the other school to learn a profession; he is not bright enough to continue studying, though still, he has a lovely voice of tenor. He is always bragging to be the only one who has hair on his crotch and expel semen. "How do you know it?" "Well, he doesn't hide it, and sometimes he jerks off in the showers in front of all of us." "Does father Francisco know this?" "I don't know, because he doesn't interfere in our private lives, as long as we behave properly and don't annoy other persons." "Father Francisco seems an uncommon man." "You can bet for it; he is great. Pedro once said that he likes boys to have sex with, not girls or women, but I never watched anyone going into his room on the first floor, or he asked any of us. On the other hand, if a boy likes to enjoy with him it is up to the boy. I don't think we should argue against it." "You seem not to have any prejudices against anything." He was to argue when they heard the bell calling the boys for lunch. "It is time for lunch! I'm starving. I'll ask father Francisco to allow me to sleep in Sven's bed until he returns next Saturday; then we can chat more. Now you must change into the school casual clothes. After the siesta we must go to the study room; there, you will know our master." Alexi searched the wardrobe for the school clothes as Miguel watched him getting naked. He carefully peeked on him. He had white skin out of the tan line; probably he had been in the beach where he had never been. The smaller boy noticed how his dick started getting hard at the view of that white skin; for the first time in his life he felt a yearning to touch him; he deeply flushed. Alexi seemed not to be aware of what his friend was feeling in those moments, but he perfectly noticed the boy's reaction. All the sudden, the images of the previous night with Margaret came to his mind and he has to conceal his hard-on. He thought would have time enough to chat with Miguel and other boys about the subject. A few minutes later they descended to the dining room. They sat down at table number 10 as the rest of the boys noisily occupied their respective places. At the head of the room sat the adults, father Francisco and some other professors. After a short prayer, the boys began eating in silence. Alexi could observe carefully Pedro on table number 1 and a red-haired boy of about 12 years old who observed him. Of course, he was the novelty where Miguel felt the greatest boy of the choir with the nightingale near him. After this, all boys went for a siesta. Alexi needed to sleep some time; he was tired. Then Miguel told him: I suppose you are tired of the emotions of the day and need some sleep. You can go to your room; at 5:00 pm I'll call you, so we can be ready for the afternoon work." "Thanks, Miguel; you are very kind to me." Miguel sighed. CHAPTER 3 --------------- After the siesta, Miguel entered in Alexi's room; the boy was hard asleep and pronouncing some incoherent words. However, then he could hear: "I like you, you are very pretty; don't mind what some..." He did not continue; he knew the sleeping boy was dreaming about him, and this made the boy blush deeply. He then shook his new friend to wake him up. "Come on Alexi! It is time to get up; we must assist to the rehearsal." Alexi woke up quickly rubbing his eyes." "Is it too late, Miguel?" "No, it isn't; nevertheless, if I leave, surely you may lose the class." The boy grinned and jumped from the bed. He refreshed his face and combed the hair; quickly he dressed and both friends went to the classroom. Father Francisco made the introduction to the rest of professors. After a few minutes, one of them took Alexi and went to the chapel where there was an organ. The rest of the boys surrounded another professor for their class and father Francisco left the students. Three hours later Alexi returned to join the rest of the boys that had just finished. Father Francisco then said: "Boys, it is rather warm today. I suggest all of you going for a shower after dinner. Also, there is a little change: Miguel Lopez will sleep in Sven's place until he is back from his holidays. The boys stomped to the stairs. Then the priest took the professor who had been with Alexi, to his office. They knew each other for many years and also had been choral boys since their childhood. "Now Juan, how is the boy?" "It has been amazing, Francisco! It is a long time since I met a similar boy. Of course, it is the first time that he sings and need to learn the technique of breathing, etc. But what has surprised me is his capacity for learning; I don't need to repeat twice an observation. He will be a great nightingale, which is for sure." The priest grinned satisfied. "Jolly Good, Juan!" The priest said rubbing his hands. "Do you think he will be ready for Corpus' Day? I want to surprise the bishop." The man chuckled. "Even for the next Sunday." "Is he that good?" "Yes. You will understand when you hear him. I think he can sing from now on every time with the rest of the boys, and making solos next Corpus's, though he can do it from the next Sunday, even before that day." "Fantastic, Juan. I'll think about the date when he can start making solos." "Alright; I leave you to decide. It was exciting for Alexi when they entered the shower room that evening; they watched almost all the boys naked showering and having fun joking and laughing. Some boys had their dicks hard, showing to the rest. Alexi and Miguel did not doubt a second and soon they were under the streams of water enjoying the moment. Miguel was enthralled with his friend near him; from time to time he peeked on him and found his friend was also watching him. Alexi then whispered in his ear: "Maybe you are a little bit short, but your dick is even bigger than mine." Miguel flushed, though his friends could not notice it; however, he felt a wave of satisfaction as he sighed. All boys started going to their respective rooms after teeth brushing. The Dean observed his pupils climbing the stairs; he felt proud and happy watching those poor boys so alive and healthy. He has a lot to do, but every night watched the parade, especially to know who has missed the shower; he would then privately scold the one who had failed. "Miguel, it is too warm to sleep under the sheet. Do you mind if I take my underwear off? I used to do it at home and my mother did not care." Miguel responded immediately. "I don't mind at all, even I think it is a good idea; however, we better close the door to prevent any boy watching us, they may think we are engrossed in... you know." Alexi grinned, because that was what he wanted, Miguel was not shy, but it was too soon to speak about the subject of sex. Days went by; and as the music professor had foreseen, Alexi progressed extraordinarily. Miguel and his friend also progressed in their friendship; but without feeling, something had dawned on their souls; something that could finish once Sven arrived. Without telling one another, the boys feared their relationship could be spoiled. They had started kissing a peck of goodnights and some apparent innocent touches. Most of the times both had to conceal the tent formed in their underwear. After they went under the fresh sheet, Alexi said: "Miguel, in three days Sven will come to take your bed. I'll miss you a lot; I would like he never comes." He told this without wanting it and Miguel knew it. He could not answer immediately because a bump had formed in his throat and could not speak. Miguel changed his head position in order his friend could not see the stream of tears that rolled from Miguel's eyes to the pillow. After some time and with a great effort, he could say: "Me too, Alexi." The nightingale boy felt very bad; he was tempted to jump into his friend's bed, hug him very tight and tell how much he loved him; also those were Miguel's thoughts; nevertheless, none of them moved and soon they were hard asleep. During that week the choir sang in rehearsal in the chapel and the adults were more than satisfied; therefore, it was decided to sing in a large church; the Dean had promised to a parish priest, friend of him, to take the Choir in the man's birthday mass. What the Dean did not know was that the archbishop had also been invited to the solemn mass celebration, and later to a friendship lunch. This would take place the previous Sunday to Corpus Christy Day, this meant in seven days. As the weekend approached, the Dean noticed a little lack of enthusiasm in his favourite nightingale boys. For the first time in the rehearsal, the Ave Maria from Schubert sounded in the large room; that was for the Corpus Christy. The voice of Alexi was as that from an angel in the Heaven; nevertheless, the priest stared at the professor and he understood he wanted to talk to him. When they were alone in his office, he said: "Juan, it has been marvellous; but I feel that he can sing it much better, something is happening to him that we don't know; it can be improved. Alexi has not made any effort. What is going on? I want him to do his best in the Cathedral and on Sunday in our fried birthday mass. I'm leaving for the weekend and you will be in charge of the school. Tomorrow Sven Graft will come back, so he has to take his place in the room with Alexi. I suggest you try to find out why Alexi doesn't make his best on singing. I guess what is going on, but I'm not hundred percent sure. "I'll try to find out; tomorrow there is not any plan for rehearsal, so during the morning We'll spend some time on revising maths and physic; these are the hardest matters and we wonder how Alexi is on them." "It is a good idea; you can change or do anything that you may think it is necessary." That night Miguel missed the shower for the first time since he was in the school; the same as Alexi. When they met at dinner time, Miguel could not look at his best friend. He was serious, but this was only noticed by the nightingale boy. Alexi was the same, but he tried to conceal his thoughts. The following day Sven arrived and every boy greeted him. Alexi accompanied him to their room. The Danish boy was even prettier than everybody had told him. He was a little bit taller than he was; he had blond near white hair to his temples, almost covering his ears; intense blue eyes; and the smoothest face skin he had ever seen; added to that, a dimple on his right cheek when he smiled, reminding Alexi his best friend Miguel. The blond boy then asked. "How do you feel here, Alexi? All boys admire you and your performance during the rehearsals. Even Pedro has told me about you." "I think all are being very good to me, therefore I'm happy. We'll talk tonight, now it is time for the revision of maths and physic. It seems everybody is scared about this; I don't mind, they are my favourite matters." "Are they? This confirms what the boys talk about you." He paused and started rummaging through one of his drawers; and then he said: "As my roommate, I have brought you a little present; I'll give it to you tonight. Come on, let's go." The boys went out to the classroom and Alexi sat down near Miguel, while Sven did near the red-haired boy called Guillermo. As he had told Sven, Alexi had not any problem in the revision and all boys were astonished by his answers to the professor. After dinner, all boys left for their respective rooms. This was the first time that Miguel wouldn't kiss goodnights to his friend; however, Alexi was too infatuated by the pretty Sven to even notice how his best friend was feeling in those moments. Sven and Alexi entered in their room and both began to discard their clothes. Sven then said: "I wonder how you have done before going under the sheets; for me, this lovely country is very hot after coming from Denmark, so I prefer to sleep naked, if you don't mind, of course." "I'm very comfortable sleeping in the nude; I do agree with you, it is hot in summer here." Sven grinned. Before they discarded their underwear, the boy searched in one of his wardrobe drawers and extracted a magazine. "Are you shy, Alexi?" "No, I'm not, but sometimes we must be, let us say, not very curious." "I know it. Alexi is the short name for Alexander, equal to Spanish Alejandro; I guess you know that." "Yes, I do. You can call me what you believe it is better; it is fine with me." "Have a look at this magazine!" Sven passed the publication to his new friend with a sly grin. Alexi took the newspaper that showed a man and a boy bare-chested on the front page. He browsed the first page and his eyes went wide. It showed two boys of about 12 years old, one with black air and another blond, as Sven. They were lying on the bed naked; their mouths sealed in an eternal kiss. The first boy was massaging the blond boy's hair with his left hand, and with the right was fondling the blond boy's erected cock. The blonde was slowly jerking his friend off. The second picture showed the same couple, but this time they had broken the kiss and the black-haired boy was eagerly blowing the other, who had his hands on top the other's head. Instinctively Alexi started massaging his hard dick up and down. Sven picked on him and grinned cunningly; he was hard, too. Then he glanced through the second page; this time the boys were on his sides in a 69 position sucking each other. Sven understood this was the right moment. Before Alexi could react, the Danish boy pushed tenderly his friend to lie on the pillow, still with the magazine on his hand. He put away Alexi's hand and engulfed entirely his roommate's hard cock into his mouth, as he started masturbating himself. Alexi did not know what to do or says about the turned situation. The pleasure was so intense that blinded his mind. Some time elapsed and mechanically Alexi placed his hands on top of his friend near white head. The great feeling arrived almost as strong as when he fucked Margaret. He moaned loudly and gasped, trying to recover his breath; then he pushed Sven's head gently, leaving his cock free; it was pulsating with every heartbeat. He did not know why, but as he relaxed, the image of his precious Miguel came to his mind as he felt a tremendous wave of shame and regret. The groan from his new friend woke him up from his thoughts, as he also climaxed. "Thanks, Sven, it has been wonderful. I suppose I owe you one." "Not for tonight. We'll have time to enjoy as many boys do every day, even in this school." "How did you get these magazines? I know they existed but never saw one up to now." "Denmark is a free country, and these publications can be found in any bookstore. On the other hand, people see as normal that boys have sex between them and even with men, whenever they are not forced to do it. The adults have a large experience and teach boys to enjoy their sex as much as they can." Alexi smiled sneakily, he could not tell to this hot boy that he had already enjoyed with a girl. Then Sven took the magazine and passed some pages. "I guess you must be careful keeping this magazine from other persons' watching it." Sven extended his right hand and messed up Alexi's hair. "I cannot give it to anyone; in fact, I have bought it for a man who enjoys having sex with boys; but he meets what Denmark's Law establishes; so I'm glad he likes boys as many men around the world. "My father would say that you have a strange philosophy." Then he browsed the rest of the periodical publication and watched some other pictures of the same couple of boys fucking in a different position, even one in which a man was getting ready to fuck another boy. This made him put away the publication. Sven kept it in a hidden place. "I told you I had a little present for you, Alexi. Now you deserve it; I'm glad I bought it for you." He went to his wardrobe and extracted two large bars of high quality chocolate. Alexi's eyes sparkled; he loved chocolate. "Thanks, Sven, but one would have been more than enough." The boy chuckled deviously. "One is for you and the other one for your lover." The bar stopped near his mouth for the disclosure. "I don't have any lover, Sven." The blond boy grinned slyly. "Maybe you don't consider him a lover, but you love Miguel and he loves you with all his heart. Am I right?" Alexi bent his head ashamed, as he answered his friend almost in a whisper. "You are, you are right. I haven't realised it until tonight, Sven. You may believe it or not, but since I came here we have spent many hours together, and nothing has pleased me more than being with him; time elapses very quickly when we are together chatting or playing. We never mentioned sex, but he is always in my heart. He is so sweet, so good. The problem..." Sven interrupted him. "If you really want to be together, We'll see what we can do. There are solutions for every moment." "How did you know that? Even I haven't told him anything yet. I don't dare to do so, though I think I love him with all my heart." Sven grinned deviously and said. "Neither had he told you with words, but certainly you were speaking very loud." The blond boy laughed loudly. "As soon as you met, your expressions were very clear. Probably the rest of the boys are used or did not care because they envy you." This conversation even made stronger his love for the little rat. "Tomorrow I'll give your present to him," Alexi said. "He may reject it unless you insist on it. He would do anything that you ask him. I have experienced this sometime last year with a friend of mine. Let's sleep, it is too late and lights might be off within minutes. With a sigh, Alexi embraced the pillow, and some minutes later he was asleep; his dreams were always the same, Miguel was the centre of them. The next day was Sunday, and the only obligation for the boys was to clean and tide their respective rooms and assist to the mass; afterwards, they were authorised for a walk into the large town, without being watched and devoid of the school uniform. Miguel and Alexi went with the rest, but as soon as they were in the large park near the river, they went to a secluded place that Miguel knew very well, but it was not hidden. The freshness provided by the tall trees invited to remain there observing people with children walking or playing along the park. They sat on a bench and Alexi said. "I have a present for you." Miguel's face illuminated, he rarely received any present; he had not any family outside the school, and the few cousins and uncles he had were so poor that could not afford anything. He extracted the bar of chocolate and gave it to his best friend. He then added: "Sven gave me a similar one." Miguel looked disappointed. "Sorry, Alexi; I thought it was from you." "He gave me both but advised me one was for you and I had to give it to you. He is a good boy and..." He was to explain what had happened the previous night; however, he thought there will be a better moment and not to spoil that great morning. "I didn't say he is a bad boy, but I know he has a lot of money and is always trying to bribe the other boys to have sex with them." "Well... you must recognize he is the prettiest boy in the school, and I don't think he needs to bribe anyone; all on contrary. Besides, I could have kept it for me and..." Miguel's face changed again as he interrupted his friend. "Fortunately you are not of that kind of person; you would never do something like that." "How do you know? I could be an egoist; there are thousands of selfish persons in the world and in this town." "Yes, but you are not included in them." Miguel made two parts with the chocolate and gave one to his friend. "No thanks; I ate mine last night." "Never mind, please, accept it; I know you love chocolate." Alexi watched intensely his friend and sighed as he took the sweet from his hand. Then he said. How do you know I'm not selfish? They were munching the brown product and Miguel kept silence for a few moments until he swallowed it. His young soul convulsed as he said near in a murmur. "Because, because I love you." He deeply flushed sheepishly and bent his head as his eyes blurred. Alexi heart almost stopped; he looked around, and as no one was at sight, except them, he placed his hands on his friend shoulders and dragged him softly to his chest; the emotion had produced a bump in his throat and could not speak, but after some moments he also murmured. "I love you, too, my precious boy. All these days and nights that we have spent together, I was trying to tell you what you have said, but could not. From the moment I saw you when I came with father Francisco, my sadness went away, but I had not the guts to tell you. I love you, Miguel!" They broke the hug and stared at each other's eyes; fortunately, nobody was there. Then Alexi caressed his friend's hair especially that tuft in form of an eddy that he had over his forehead; he continued. "Miguel, I would like to kiss you hundred times, though it is the moment, but not the place; otherwise they could label us as queers; I wouldn't mind, but we belong to an institution that doesn't allow publicly this kind of manifestations." Miguel's eyes sparkled, and looking around and watching they continued being alone, he kissed a peck on his friend's lips. "I love you. Let eat the rest of Sven's chocolate." They laughed. Some minutes later they were walking thru the large gardens telling each other how happy they were. Their souls had revived again; everything looked beautiful, the trees, the gardens..." A new life had dawned for both boys; however, Sven liked the boys, and he had a great influence on father Francisco; he was thinking what he could do to place both friends together. The news that he had gathered from his father about the Spanish Civil War, was very serious, and he had to take any chance to make happy those boys, at least until things changed and improved. CHAPTER 4 --------------- Miguel and Alexi were walking slowly thru one of the most important zones of that large town, not far from their residence and the big cathedral. They spotted Guillermo, the red-haired boy, together with Sven; they felt so happy that wanted to tell them and share their happiness with their best friends. They were their roommates and good friends. They accelerated their walking in order to reach them; in a couple of minutes, the four boys were together as Sven turned his head. "Hi boys! It looks like you have seen the Virgin Mary; contentment is reflecting on your faces." Bill, as Sven called Guillermo, stared at his friends, and without any words, he hugged first to Miguel and then Alexi. "Congratulations friends! You deserve your happiness." Sven looked at them; he did not understand, yet, suddenly he realised what was on the play. "Well done, boys! I just was thinking about what we can do to reunite you; I'll continue with my idea. Now we must celebrate it." "Thanks, friends; your sincere friendship is more than we deserve," Miguel said. The red-haired boy grinned. "We are poorer than a rat. How can we celebrate this here?" "Let us go to the ice-cream shop around the corner," Sven said. They ran and entered in the establishment; then asked for four large ice-creams. The big room was full of parents and their children. A young woman came to get the order; she recognized Sven and Bill; they were not common boys. She then said. "Aren't you children from the cathedral choir?" "Yes, we are," Sven answered. "I like a lot listening to you! Now with the new circumstances of the war, your appearance is scarce." "If you like to hear us, next Sunday We'll sing in the parish of St. Mary. It is the priest's birthday and will celebrate it. Moreover, the best nightingale we ever had will sing for the first time his solo; we have him here near me!" Miguel said. The young lady opened wide her eyes in disbelief. "It is my parish! I had heard something about it, but not for sure." She then changed the subject. "I know that the Dean doesn't like you eating ice-cream because it can affect your voices, but this time I'll bring you something special. I invite you, boys!" Before they could say anything, she was gone. Some minutes later she returned with four cups of a mix of ice-cream, fruit, and caramel cream. Her mother came to greet the boys. Then, after thanking the woman for the present, Miguel said addressing to the young lady. "I promise that if I'm here, I'll sing for you in your wedding mass. Which is the best song that you would like to listen?" She could not continue as a bump had formed in her throat; her mother came to the rescue of her daughter and said: "The song we most like is Ave Maria from Shubert. This song makes our hearts joy, because my future son in law, her boyfriend, liked it very much. Now he is in the front fighting in this stupid war." "Please, don't miss the mass on next Sunday; We'll try the Dean includes it in the program. If not, the following Thursday is Corpus Day, and We'll sing in the Cathedral. We'll do our best and put our heart on it, it will be for your pleading for your boyfriend's safe return." "Thank you very much, boys." The women returned to their duties. They said goodbye thanking them for the excellent ice-cream. As they walked to their residence Sven said: "Today is Sunday and father Francisco is away. Don Juan doesn't interfere much with our actions, he trusts us. What's about if I sleep the siesta with Bill and you share our room with Miguel? Our rooms are neighbours, so no one can notice, at least if we don't make much fuss. The eyes of the three boys went wide. "Excellent idea, Sven; you are great!" Bill said as Miguel pressed Alexi's hand. When they arrived went to spend some time in the playroom with the other boys; Alexi and Miguel enjoyed chess, though Alexi could not beat his friend. Bill and Sven went to play ping-pong; it was too hot outside to play a soccer match; that was what most of the boys really liked and enjoyed. After a couple of hours of entertainment, the bell called for lunch. Once they finished retarded their siesta until they were sure all boys were in their respective rooms. The four stared at each other and as automats, they stood and walked to their rooms. Alexi and Miguel's hearts were bumping into their young chests as they pushed the door and entered in their sanctuary. Miguel closed the door with the back of his butt; then turned around and watched carefully the person to whom he deeply loved. As if they had a spring on their backs, they launched into each other arms. They remained quiet for some time as Alexi felt the wetness of tears on his neck. Tenderly, he separated and watched the beauty of those deep black blurred eyes; with his tongue he wiped the smooth cheeks of his friend. When Alexi's tongue, touched his nose, instinctively Miguel sealed his lips with Alexi's. This boy remembered what his father had taught him about French kissing, pushed his tongue trying to open Miguel's teeth. He had nil experience on kissing, and that was his first time, so he resisted a little, but he felt the anxiety and need to open it as he did. Both boys felt how their tongued mixed their saliva as a strange warm sensation was creeping stealthily thru their entire bodies. Alexi tenderly broke the kiss and hugged again his adored boy. "I love you, my beautiful boy." "I love you, too; my Alexi." They embraced again. Miguel then added: "What was that nice sensation that started creeping thru my body? I couldn't breathe." Alexi gave a peck on the lips to his lover, as he started undressing his friend. Miguel did the same to him; he did not know what was to happen again, but he was sure they wouldn't sleep any siesta. "Let us lay on the bed, my little lover. We'll travel to the moon and further on." Miguel laughed slowly, radiant of happiness. Alexi stared at his lovely naked boy. "Do you know you are a beautiful boy, Miguel?" The smaller boy sighed as he caressed his friend's face with the back of his hand. "You have a very smooth skin, Alexi. And your eyes are like green gems, as emeralds. I like them. "Thanks. You are a little bit of a poet, my friend. But now your dick needs some attention..." "And yours, too." They grinned as Alexi started fondling Miguel's penis and ball sack; the boy closed the eyes as a lovely sensation went thru his small body. Then Alexi added: "I'm going to send you upper in the universe as Sven did to me." Miguel made a grimace of disapproval but immediately gave a peck to his friend as consenting it, closing again the eyes. Once more, Alexi remembered his father's sex lessons about the most sensitive parts of his body and in the majority of persons. He began applying them on Miguel. First, he nibbled his friend's earlobes and his neck; this excited the boy and grinned as he felt how his dick was pulsating with every heartbeat. He missed part of his face and went directly to his chest. He took between his lips one of the still baby-fatty nipples that hardened immediately and then the other one. Miguel breathing was now erratic and Alexi knew what his adored boy was feeling. He scooted down as his own cock rubbed his friend rounded thigh; then tried to drill his perfect navel with the tip of his tongue. He missed the other boy's cock and went to lick his inside legs; instinctively Miguel spread them. All of a sadden, Alexi rose his head and took in his mouth Miguel's hard boy-tool; at the same time he placed his left hand under the ball sack in an intent to put them also into his mouth, yet he could not. He would have liked to suck his toes, but Miguel was very close to his orgasm. He sucked him and after some moments Alexi noticed how his friend's cock engorged as the boy lifted his heaps. Miguel finally reached the top of his rainbow. He stopped breathing, groaned loudly as in his mind an explosion of colours occurred with the most exquisite sensation of pleasure he ever had experienced before. He had had his first real orgasm. Alexi sucked him for a few moments more, but he knew his bigger cock was very sensitive and was breathing hard and gasping to recover from that wonderful orgasm. His white arms were extended on the pillow, forming a cross, trying to recover his normal breathing. Alexi watched his boy in ecstasies as he thought why he loved Miguel in that way. He scooted up near his friend; Miguel then extended his arms to Alexi and this dropped his body between them in a strong hug. Miguel then murmured in his ear: "I love you, and I'll do for the rest of my life. Thank you for these marvellous moments." Alexi's eyes blurred with happiness. His cock just moments before was very hard, needing some action; however, now it was almost flaccid. Those instants were for love, not for sex. Unexpectedly, Miguel turned over and went on top of his friend. Their mouths sealed in a tight kiss that lasted a couple of minutes. After breaking the kiss, Alexi asked: "Did you enjoy, my ministrations?" Miguel grinned and quickly started making ticklish to Alexi. They began moving on the bed from one side to other trying to avoid his friend's hands. Finally, they stopped and laid their backs on the bed, staring at the ceiling; then went on their sides looking at each other. Miguel caressed his friend's curly hair. "Yes, I did enjoy very much. I didn't know this was as good. Who have taught you so many things? Because I was naďf about what you did, but now everything is recorded in my mind as when I hear the music. I'll never forget it, Alexi." "You may be surprised. Everything that I know I learnt from my father; he was my real teacher. "You are a lucky boy." He paused. "I cannot even remember the faces of my parents." Miguel got a little sad, so Alexi changed the subject. "I'll teach you all that I know about boys and girls." Alexi grinned remembering the night he spent with Margaret. "Why do you grin?" "Well, I must confess you that I had an experience with a girl. Please don't tell anybody; I don't want to brag about it." Miguel opened wide his eyes in disbelief. "You have... fucked a girl! That is amazing, at your age! I suppose it was very good; I never even have had a chance. If you like, don't mention the place or the names, but please explain it to me." Miguel pleaded as Alexi stared at his friend and gave a peck on the cheek. "No, Miguel. You are my best friend and my lover. I must trust you right from the beginning; otherwise, we'll never be what we want to be." "But that is a private business; I don't have any secret, except that my parents abandoned me when I was five. I spent some years in the orphanage until father Francisco picked me up. That's all. "Now you have me. Don't forget it. I'll tell you what my experience was." Miguel kept silence, perhaps his friend wanted to tell what had happened, he thought for himself. "Perhaps you know the girl. It occurred during the night I spent in father Francisco's friend house. He had a daughter of about our age. We slept in the same bed and she invited me to fuck her. I did, though it was not the first time she had done it; not with me, of course. She told me a cousin of her tried but never was penetrated as I did. If you want details I can do it. In summary, it was a good experience and I enjoyed it very much." He paused as Miguel digested his friend's experience. "Did you love her, Alexi?" "No." He said firmly. "It was only sex. It must be wonderful to fuck a girl to whom you love. That's why I enjoy more with you, because we have love and sex together, though it is different. I suppose I cannot trust on a girl as I trust on you. On the other hand, for me, you are prettier than any girl I can find." Miguel sighed. "Thanks. The time has elapsed quickly and the siesta time is over. We'll continue tonight. You haven't had your release, but I promise I'll send you to the seventh cloud tonight." They laughed. Then got dressed and went to the next room where Sven and Bill were. In silence they opened the door and entered; their friends were hard asleep in the same bed and both naked. "Come on boys! Siesta time is more than over, and we have rehearsal in fifteen minutes. Tonight you will have time enough to complete your... exercises." The boys rubbed their eyes and jumped from the bed. Washed the face and got dressed. Bill then said: "Yes, this type of exercises need more time." The four tided the room and in seconds they were joining the rest of the choir boys going to the chapel. They spent the rest of the day as a normal one, playing soccer on the large playing ground in the back of the building and other summer plays in the quiet salon or in the garden. After the rehearsal nobody was happier than Don Juan; it seemed that the sadness of last days was gone, he thought father Francisco would be content and pleased with the boys' behaviour. The great events, the solemn mass in St. Mary and then the greatest Thursday of the year, Corpus Christy, in the cathedral were quickly approaching; so he did not interfere in what they could do in their rooms; they deserved anything. The four boys were always together; after the early dinner of Sundays, they went to the communal shower; many of them played with their dicks and the rest had fun watching them with loud laughers. In the end, everybody returned to their respective rooms. The four decided to continue like in the siesta; that meant Alexi and Miguel a lot of love, and some sex; Bill and Sven all the contrary. As soon as they entered into the room, Miguel and Alexi quickly undressed, and nude, they hugged and jumped on the bed. They embraced and started kissing for some time; their cocks were very hard when they broke the kiss. Miguel then said: "I want to pay you back for everything; especially to send you to the outer space to watch fireworks and climb the rainbow." Alexi grinned with a sigh. "First, We'll do something that I watched in Sven's magazine; they call it 69." Miguel was disappointed because he was not very good with numbers, and he did not associate these with sex; different would be if he said something in association with music or chess. Then he pushed tenderly his loved boy to lie on the bed, avoiding the pillow. Alexi grinned watching the confusion in Miguel's eyes. Rapidly Alexi changed his position and went on top of his friend taking his cock in his mouth. Immediately Miguel found in front of his face that lovely dick that he eagerly wanted to suck. Now he understood why he called it 69. He felt the same sensation that during the siesta; however, something was building up in his groins as he was receiving pleasure and giving to his best friend, too. Then Alexi said. "Mind your teeth, Miguel; do it only with your lips and tongue." He grinned but did not stop sucking. Alexi understood how intelligent he friend was, he had not scrapped his dick but he advised him to prevent it; Margaret hurt him, though he did not say anything. After some time, they lay on their sides; the orgasm was approaching quickly as he felt his friend's hand on his butt cheeks caressing them. Soon they could not control themselves. They were moaning in pleasure breathing thru the nose. Almost at the same time, they pushed their hips against each other face trying to get the maximum of their cocks into each mouth. After some moments stopped breathing, reaching that part of the sky that they could only see with their eyes closed as they received the impact of their dry orgasms. After some time they stopped sucking and Alexi recovered his original position in front of his best friend. "It has been very good indeed!" Miguel said. "It is great to have a friend like you, Alexi. Thanks again." Alexi gave a peck to Miguel and then caressed gently his face with the back of his hand. "You are a beautiful boy, Miguel. I'll never get fed up watching your body because it is not only your face; but your rounded legs, your chest and nipples, and especially those lovely globes of your butt cheeks." Alexi massaged and kissed all parts he was mentioning. "I think Sven would give all his possessions for fucking your butt; he and Bill are very fond of that. Most likely they are now doing it." Miguel sighed and said: "I'll never allow anyone, except you, to fuck me. I'm not a queer." "Then, why would you accept me to do it to you?" Miguel bent his head. "Because all that I have is unconditionally yours, even if I don't like it. I know that you think the same about me." Alexi could not stop the overwhelming sensation of love that he felt about his best friend as a bump formed in his throat. After some time he dragged his friend to him, murmuring in his ear. "You can bet for it, Miguel. I'll never stop loving you, and all I'm and have is yours, too." Now they were lying on the bed staring at the ceiling; their cocks were again erected and Alexi noticed a drop of clear liquid on both penises. "I didn't realise you were ejecting already psf." Saying this, he extended his finger and touched his friend cockhead. Then Miguel did the same to him. "You are expelling, too. By the way, what do you mean with psf? anyway?" Alexi grinned. "It means "pre-seminal fluid", mostly known as precum." They laughed. "I know it." Quickly Miguel scooted down the bed and lay between his friend's legs and started licking them. During the minutes that followed to this, he did to Alexi what he had done to him during the siesta time. After all of this, they happily drifted to sleep. In the neighbour room, Sven and Bill were enjoying their young sex needs. Sven and Bill loved to fondle and fuck each other alternatively; on this day it was the red-haired boy's turn being on top. He liked a lot Sven, and since a few months ago, Bill visited the pretty boy's room to have sex with him since he lived alone, until Alexi joined the choir. His white and rounded butt cheeks were for him as honey for flies. "Did you bring the vaseline I told you about?" Sven asked his sex partner boy. He grinned. "No. But I took this little bottle from the kitchen; it is olive oil, as good as any Vaseline. I have tested it with other boys and it works perfectly." The Danish boy grinned. "It seems you want to convert your cock and my butt in a salad." They laughed. "How would you like the salad, pretty boy?" "I don't mind; it is up to you to decide, Mr Cook. Hurry up because I'm very hot." "Please, lie on your back; place your butt at the edge of the bed with the pillow under it, your legs open." The blond boy did as instructed. Bill impregnated his two fingers with the yellow slipping substance and introduced them into his friend's anus. They entered easily; then put some on his thick cock and prepare to fuck his friend. "Are you ready, blond boy?" "Yes, I am. Come on, freckled boy!" Bill did not hesitate a moment; with his left hand guided his cock to the quivering anus and pushed hard. Sven had been fucked before, so he felt how the thick dick entered into his guts to the hilt. After a while Bill started making long strokes, leaving only the head inside. Soon Sven commenced moaning in pleasure, as at the same time Bill was stroking his cock. Some minutes later, both stopped breathing as they achieved their strong orgasms and their young bodies dropped exhausted. Bill went on top of his friend that received him with open arms. A few minutes later they recovered their original position and drifted to sleep. CHAPTER 5 --------------- Don Juan left the institution later on Saturday, he could not inform about the changes produced in Alexi and Miguel's behaviour. Father Francisco was really concerned since he knew the archbishop would be present in St. Mary's mass next Sunday and he wanted to impress him. On Monday, as soon as the boys had breakfast and before classes began, he was ready to send someone to call Miguel and Alexi; however, to his surprise, he found them waiting for him at his office. "Good mornings, boys. Can I help you?" He feigned his concerns. "Yes, sir," Alexi said. "I suppose Don Juan has informed you about our low interest on the past rehearsals. "Yes, he did. Alexi; as you may know, the archbishop will assist to the mass next Sunday, and I want to impress him with your voices; especially yours Alexi. We need his cooperation for the future of the Choir and the institution that it represents; he has the power to provide what we need to survive in these difficult times, not only with you all but for other boys who will come in the future. You are intelligent boys and understand what I'm talking about." The priest paused; he needed them as much as they needed the Church. "You are right, sir; but our problems are serious for us. We... we love each other and want to be together. Don Juan did not interfere or did not know that we have been in the same room this weekend. We have never been as happy as these days. He can tell you how we sang to the Virgin Mary." The priest was expecting anything from the boys, except this. He grinned to himself; to his mind came those memories of many years back when he was a boy and was in love with Manuel. His eyes blurred as he opened his arms and hugged tenderly the boys. It was only a question of boy-love. How he had been so blind! He thought. Without any word, and as an answer, he called the Janitor. "Vicente, from today on, room number ten is for Alexi and Miguel, and number nine for Sven and Guillermo." "Yes sir. I'll tell to the Administrator and change their things." "Are you satisfied, boys?" Miguel answered the man. "Yes sir. We'll sing as you never heard a boy singing before." "I have no doubt about it. Thanks, boys. Now go to your duties. Ah! I forgot to tell you something important, Miguel." The children stared at each other ignoring what the priest had to say; he then continued. "Do you remember when I took you to the Doctor three weeks ago?" The boy nodded remembering it. "Yes sir, I do. The MD made many questions and measured me, and after this, he put me behind a machine." "That was to make some radiographs of your bones. Now I have received the report." He showed the boy a large envelope as he continued. "You are not short any longer; your growth is retarded; very normal in some boys. Therefore, at the time, you will be as tall as Alexi, even taller than he is, but a little bit later. Maybe your child life will last a couple of years more. That's very good for your studies and for the Choir." "Thanks once more, father Francisco; it seems today is a day of good news." They left the Dean's office, and as soon as they entered their room, hugged very tight. "Congratulations, my friend!" Alexi said. "With the time, you may call me short instead otherwise." Miguel jabbed his friend and happily went to their duties. The Civil War was now almost one year from the moment it started; and what seemed at the beginning an easy problem, it had become a serious one; many men, women and children were killed every day on both sides. Fortunately, the Choir was like an island in the mid of that horror. The Dean thought he needed to talk to the boys. Some of them had families on both sides and it was not honest to keep them ignorant of the problem. Alexi was one of the affected; his father was serving in the other part of the country fighting for the Republic, while his son was singing to God in the so-called nationalist side. A paradox as many others. The priest was watching the mail that had been brought by the Janitor; he had a look and spotted one yellow envelope that seemed strange. He turned it to check the sender, he read: "International Red Cross; Children Department" and the address in Paris. He opened it and displayed the folded letter. In summary, it said that an officer will pay a visit with the exclusive matter to pick up a child named Alexander Martin Gastropov, mostly know as Alexi; he had been claimed by his father. Also, the letter added: "and others who might be in danger". The priest left the paper on the desk. That was a very serious problem for him and for the choir. The Church has power, but not enough to stop the withdrawal of a child with a Republican father. He thought. He made a few phone calls; at least he needed to know when Alexi had to leave. Nothing clear was obtained; the officer would clarify all his doubts. He did not know what to do; he should advise the child, but he was sure this would spoil the children rest. En what about Miguel? He was not very religious but believed in God. He went to the chapel and kneeled humbly asking God to help him. Miguel and Alexi left the Dean's office with the happiness reflecting on their infantile faces. The classes of that morning seemed to them angel singing in the heaven. Everything was perfect for them. After the singing class, the group of four boys went to a corner of the garden and hugged one another. Sven then asked: "What is this for?" Miguel grinned happily. "Simple; Father Francisco has agreed we remain as we have done during the weekend, you and Bill room, 9; Alexi and I, room 10, forever. Isn't that great?" "Certainly it is really great!" Sven said; then he added: "Next Saturday is our free day, since on Sunday we are going to sing in St. Mary we cannot have ice-cream; therefore We'll celebrate it with a great cup of thick chocolate and "churros" (type of long fritters) and a photographer will make a picture of us four together. I have money enough for all of this. "Thanks, Sven. You are the best friend we could have." Bill said. They returned to their duties and at the siesta time; when they entered the room, Miguel exclaimed: "It is our room forever, Alexi! No more fears about what we do or don't do!" Alexi took his friend from his back and hugged him. "Yes, it is for us. We'll be together forever unless something that we cannot cope with separates us. I'm very glad watching you happy, Miguel." The boy beamed with happiness." "I like you, Alexi. You are even better than the best brother I could have." Alexi sighed. "I'm in the mood, Miguel. Let us have some fun." "Yes, you are right. What is about a good sixty-nine?" They chuckled, and in seconds both boys were naked lying on their sides; soon they were with each other dick into their mouths eagerly sucking. After some minutes of enjoying their sex came that wonderful feeling that they liked very much. Once they recovered the original position, Alexi started caressing Miguel's smooth face with the back of his right hand. "You have a very smooth skin, Miguel; I like it." "As I told you, everything of me is yours. I will never forget these moments of intimacy with you." "Miguel, I'm going to tell you something important that I have never mentioned to anyone else. Do you know why I am named or called Alexi?" The boy moved his head negatively, as Alexi continued. "My mother is not dead, as I have told everybody. She is alive and lives somewhere in Russia. My parents divorced and my dad obtained my custody. I'm sure he loved her a lot; nevertheless, he never told me why they divorced." "That means you are half Russian and half Spaniard." "Yes and no. Logically if my progenitors were of different nationality I should have the double nationality, but my father negotiated with her I would only be a Spaniard, so I'll never see her again." "Then you must speak Russian, too." "Yes, clever boy. I do but I haven't spoken Russian since four years ago when my mom left. It is a secret between us and you should never mention it to anybody. "She deserted you. Well, at least you knew her, but I don't even remember anything from my parents, though I have their surnames. The first thing that I can remember is when I was in the orphanage. In some ways, we have similar lines in our lives. Now I'm happy with what they did, otherwise, we wouldn't have been here talking together." Alexi caressed his friend again. "You are wonderful, Miguel. You always find the positive side of everything." The boys smiled and started making ticklish one another until they were tired, but happy. That night, after dinner, and before lights went off, they paid a visit to Sven and Bill to know if there were any news related to the war. Sven had been speaking with his family by phone and said: "As my father has told me, it continues being very cruel for both sides with many casualties; he thinks the Republican forces are very brave, but the overwhelming quantities of war material received in the nationalist side, provided by Germany and Italy, makes it very difficult for the Republic. The Republic is receiving material only from the Soviet Union." This mention made Alexi's heart to accelerate. He then said: "At least there is someone who helps the Republic." "Also my father told me that many children are being shipped to other foreign countries to prevent they could get injured, especially in the Republic's zone." Miguel could see that his loved friend was suffering from this news, so he tried to change the subject. "Alexi, let us get into our room and forget all these tragedies, though we cannot forget them; fortunately we are not suffering any bombing here, like in Madrid." They left. After some minutes they were telling stories as many children did in Spain in those times. "Miguel, what's about if we sleep together alternatively in your bed and mine? With this we save to make a bed every day; besides, I enjoy sleeping with you and have you in my arms." Miguel grinned with a sigh. Sometime later they drifted to sleep, as usual as two teaspoons with Alexi behind Miguel. "You are right, naughty boy." It was almost dawn when Miguel woke up with the sound of groans from Alexi. His friend was asleep, but his dick was hard and placed between his upper legs fucking him. Miguel felt how his cock hardened and started jerking it off slowly. He thought to wake his friend up, but he was so engaged in his task that thought it was a pity to stop him. Some minutes later Alexi gave a final thrust, moaned and his breath came down. When he noticed that his friend was quiet again, he finished himself, turned over and kissed his best friend tenderly; then drifted to sleep. The following morning when they were washing and combing the hair, Alexi started singing low a little song that both knew. "It seems I have had a good dream because I feel very happy. Probably it is because you are near me, my angel and protector." "Well in such a way you are right; but besides being your angel, I am something else." Miguel chuckled. "What do you mean, little rat?" Miguel laughed openly as Alexi was confused. "It is not strange in a boy as precocious as you are. Near dawn, you fucked my legs enthusiastically. You were so engrossed and happy that I didn't like to wake you up." Alexi watched carefully his adored friend. "I like you a lot, Miguel. In this fucking world, no one would have done the same. You are really great!" The orphan boy sighed as his eyes blurred. Come on, it is breakfast time and I'm starved." Gladly they ran to the little dining-room. Those days were of happiness and joy for the boys, probably the best time of their lives; however, on the contrary, father Francisco would spend the worst time of his life. On Thursday morning a Citroën car stopped in front of the main gate; it was painted in white, with large red crosses on each side of the vehicle and on the roof. A man in uniform descended and opened the door to an officer. "Thanks, Pierre; I'll come back within some minutes. Please, wait here." "Yes sir; I'll do." The Janitor guessed that this man was an important person and approached him. Before he could speak the officer said: "Please, take me to the Dean Mr Francisco's office." "Yes sir; he is already in his office." The Dean had his office door open and watched the tall Red- Cross officer coming. His heart bumped into his chest as a cold sweat appeared on his forehead. "Mr Francisco? I'm Guy Rousseau, from IRC; my visit..." The Dean interrupted him raising his hand. "Yes, I received a letter some days ago. I'm glad to know you as a person, Mr Rousseau; sorry I cannot say the same, as an officer of the IRC." "I understand your position, but you must take into consideration the children progenitors and their will; they want their sons and daughters in a safe place, out this silly and unnecessary war. Probably by now, this town is a safe place, but can you assure me that it will be the same in the next future?" "Of course not, Mr Rousseau; only God knows about the fate of his creatures." "If you don't mind, let's go to the point. Some other children are waiting. By the way, have you told the child about this business?" No. I was waiting for your visit taking place. On the other hand, if I inform the boy he may reject going out of this town." "I'm sorry, but his father's order is clear. He is a minor and his father has his legal custody. I don't want to exercise the intervention of the local authorities to solve this problem. I always like to achieve an agreement. Besides, how are you sure he would reject his withdrawal to other safer place without previously talking to him? I'll do myself if it is necessary." "I want to be sincere with you; Captain. His father doesn't know that his son has a special relationship with another boy. He is not homosexual, but both boys love each other in a special way and they don't want to be separated under any circumstance. By the way, what did you mean by the sentence "in danger" of your letter?" Then the officer replied. "First, his father is not Captain, but Lieutenant Cornel. Second, under the instructions I have, I can include any other child in the same circumstance as this boy; however, I'll need the authorization of his or her progenitors." The priest thought for a moment and took a decision that probably would regret, but he deeply loved these boys and wanted the best for them. "Mr Rousseau, I'll cooperate with you if you promise me, right now, to take the other boy with Alexi. I have the custody of Miguel; he is an orphan that I extracted from an orphanage when the boy was 7 years old to form him as part of the Choir. Now he and Alexi are the best singers of my Choir; I'll miss them in all ways. Miguel, besides intelligent, is as the son I always wanted, but I never had. He plays the piano and violin almost as a professional; he is a precocious child and I'm sure he will be happier in any country than in this fanatic land." "If you have his custody, you have my word; and if you like my written confirmation right now, I can provide it." "It isn't necessary; I guess you are a man of honour." The officer grinned and extracting an envelope from his jacket pocket said. "Here you are full instructions to follow. You must prepare the items of the list, especially clothes and boots. They are sponsored by the Govern of the Republic which has made a money deposit in Moscow to pay their stay in that country. I guess you will not comment this fact to anybody. I'll come back in a month time to pick the boys up. The ship "Black Sea" will recall in Valencia at the end of July and they cannot miss her." The men shook hands and said goodbye. Now the priest had a hard work; first, he has to convince the boys; second his bosses, and third to himself. Another task was to recompose the Choir, but he was used to these difficulties, and besides, the stupid war will surely produce hundreds of orphans, if not thousands, to build up and replace the missing boys. CHAPTER 6 --------------- Those days were the happiest ones of their childhood. They had sex whenever liked enjoying it very much; even one of those nights the four of them secretly spent the night together in the same room; that night Miguel fucked Bill for the first time, nevertheless, he did not allow Sven to do it to Alexi or to him. Saturday was their off day and after the siesta, the group went to have the chocolate and churros as promised by Sven. After finishing this, they entered into a photographic study to make the historical picture that they had planned. The man in charge of the study sought the opportunity to make a good job with those four beautiful cherubs. He placed the boys, standing were Sven and Bill, and in front, in the same order, but sat down, Alexi and Miguel. The photographer then commented: "What a pity we don't have colour for this picture group!" The boys smiled and at this moment the camera shot. He did not need to repeat the picture, as he was absolutely sure he wouldn't get that smile again. "When will it be ready?" Sven asked as he paid for the work. "Next Tuesday; if not, it must be on Friday, because Thursday is Corpus Christy." They laughed as Bill said: "We know it very well. We'll sing in the Cathedral." The man was taken aback since he ignored they were part of the big church's Choir. "I'm glad to know you, boys. I'll be in the church to listen to you. I always do on Corpus day." "Thanks. The Janitor will come to collect the pictures. Please, remember that we need five copies." All four left the study and walked up to their residence telling jokes and laughing as any child of their age would do. That Saturday, evening shower time was a feast; the children washed carefully one another, scratching their scalps and bodies carefully with amounts of foam and soaps; laughers and dirty jokes were expressed as some of them showed their erected cocks. Cheerfully they returned to their respective rooms to prepare the garments they had to wear next day. "I'm very content to have you near me, Miguel. Tomorrow will be my debut and be sure We'll sing as never before. We need to thank father Francisco for what he has made for us; don't forget to hold my hand. You'll transmit me the necessary strength." "Don't forget, too, that the women from the ice-cream shop will be there to hear us. We'll sing together the Ave Maria as a pray. By the way, haven't you noticed that father Francisco looks sad lately? especially when he sees us. Perhaps it is an appreciation from me without any foundation." "Well... my problem is that I have eyes only for you, to look at you is only my interest; father Francisco means nothing for me, except for his help." "We'll also sing for him, he deserves our appreciation and thanks." "We'll do, dear Miguel." Saying this Alexi rubbed his friend's smooth cheeks and they kissed tenderly a soft and tender kiss. Alexi loved with all his heart those red child lips that he had in front of him. "We'll stay together for the rest of our lives, no matter what happens to us. Do you promise it, Miguel?" "Yes, I do. We'll be brothers forever, my dear Alexi!" "Yes, brothers forever, dear Miguel." They drifted to sleep. The Sunday mass in St. Mary's big church was programmed for 11:00 am, so at 10:30 the old small bus carried them to the church. The Choir would be conducted by Don Juan, and the organ played by a Cathedral professor. The temple was full as never before; and as it was usual in those times, women occupied the first rows of seats in the church, the rest of the men. As the Archbishop entered into the altar, everybody stood; he was followed by the rest of the priests. Then all boys dressed in large white tunics to their heels and with their little hands together as if they were praying. They crossed the whole large room to go to their place, somewhere over the public. A murmur started in the church as thanks for the deference of bringing the Choir to St. Mary. The four boys had agreed, if possible, to make eye contact with the ice-cream shop women and wink an eye. Sven was the first to spot them, making a signal to the rest. As they passed, they did what had been planned: a wink with a smile. The mother sighed and the young lady began to cry bitterly in silence. The solemn mass started and the boys began singing, too. Father Francisco was in a corner knelt on a praying- chair hearing his boys, God's boys as he called them. His eyes were blurred due to a mix of pride, shame and pain; he knew very well he was not being honest and fair with the nightingale boys, asking his Lord to forgive him. The church was in absolute silence at the moment the Choir started singing the "Ave Maria from Schubert". Instinctively Alexi moved his hand searching for Miguel's, the boy was ready and their hands clenched while Alexi's angelical voice rose in the big building making his solo. Many sighs came from the public that filled the big church; the archbishop turned his head looking for father Francisco in order to thank him for that unexpected present, but could not see the Dean. Unusual, when the boys ended their performance, a thunderous ovation started for the boys. The parish priest thanked to all assistants on behalf of the children. That was a memorable day for all the boys. They spend the afternoon playing and joking in their residence without anyone watching them. Sven instructed the Janitor to collect the photos on Tuesday, at the same time he did with the mail. In the evening shower, all boys surrounded Alexi congratulating him for his performance in his solo. Miguel and Alexi entered in their bedroom tired but satisfied and glad. In seconds, they were naked sharing Miguel's bed. "Today has been a great and unforgettable day, Alexi, especially when you pressed my hand; my voice came out as never before with yours; though yours was like of those angels painted on the wall of the church. I'm very proud being your friend." Alexi tears fought to come out as he embraced his friend. "I would have never sung like I did if you were not there; you inspired and gave me the necessary strength. It was strange because in those moments I thought about my mother, and when we finished, I met Don Juan's eyes and he winked me with satisfaction. Later I told him you were the real nightingale." "Let us forget the concert and be more realistic." Alexi interrupted him. "For example?" "Our dicks are harder than ever before and needed some action." Alexi didn't doubt a moment and went into a 69 position; seconds later they had their mouths full of cock sucking each other. Alexi's mouth acted as a vacuum trying to extract any possible content from his friend's dick. Miguel was a good learner and immediately followed his partner's steps. Some minutes later, after a few changes, they stopped breathing, pushed their cocks against each other's mouth as a lovely orgasm connected their souls in only one, that flew to the seventh cloud and further. When they recovered, Alexi took his original position in front of his friend and gave him a peck on his thick child lips. "I love your lips, Miguel. I would be kissing them all day long." The shorter boy grinned. "You cannot do this during daylight, but they are for you to enjoy the whole night; I love your kisses, Alexi; you know that, don't you?" The half Russian boy did not wait for a second and his mouths sealed in an eternal kiss savouring their saliva and the freshness flavour of the toothpaste. Some minutes later, Alexi rubbed his friend's cheeks, kissed him a peck and said good night. This night he laid on his right side and felt the body of his friend stacked behind as two teaspoons. Near dawn, he felt Miguel's thick cock fucking his smooth legs. Alexi grinned and sighed, making all he could to give pleasure to his friend. This time, when they woke up in the morning, Miguel felt an enthusiastic need to hug Alexi. "I like you, Alexi." The boy grinned understanding as he jabbed his friend. "I like you, too, Miguel. On Tuesday, the janitor brought the pictures. Really the man in charge of the photo-study had made a good job; the boys appeared happy and natural, not forced to smile; Alexi watched carefully the picture and could not but to sigh at the view of Miguel's beautiful rounded legs. Miguel in exchange did not stop watching the deep black eyes of his friend and his curly hair; all agreed that Sven was the star of that group, though the picture was not in colour and could not demonstrate the intensity of his blue eyes. Bill was the tallest of them and showed the beautiful dimples on his face cheeks as he was smiling. They would never forget those moments of happiness during the rest of their lives. On Wednesday evening the Choir received their new extra uniforms; a present from the archbishop. It was a long light blue tunic with a golden-red strap around the neck, and a red ribbon with golden fringes, to be tied around the waist. Yes, the boys looked as real angels, though during the night they became devils. Thursday was Corpus Christy's Day, the greatest day in the Catholic World. The boys sang the best they could, receiving the congratulations from the archbishop; this time Father Francisco was present; however, his mind was turmoil, because the date for the two boy's departure was approaching; and then he took a decision. At the end of the special early dinner he took both boys apart and said: "Alexi, Miguel, I want you both in my office tomorrow after the first class of revision." The boys were puzzled; they had not made any mistake or prank. Then what would it be? That night even they did not have any sex, thinking on Father Francisco. As any child of their ages, soon they forgot everything and drifted to sleep. The following morning, as they were walking to meet the priest, Miguel said: "I bet this has something to do with his sadness." Alexi moved and took Miguel's hand in his. "I don't mind, we haven't done anything to get him sad." They entered the Dean's office; father Francisco stared at the boys, and then seriously said: "Please boys, close the door and sit down." They did on a large leather sofa and the priest in front of them on an armchair. Alexi, a bit concerned broke the rule and asked the Dean before he could explain why of that meeting. "What have we done to...?" The priest raised his hand stopping him. "Personally you have done nothing, all in contrary; everybody is very pleased with your performances of last Sunday, and especially yesterday. The archbishop expressed it to you. However, for me, this moment is the saddest of my long life." He paused as the boys were on tenterhooks; then he continued: "In ten days time you must leave the Choir and this institution!" Hearing this, the children started crying. The man stood from his seat and hugged both children, as Miguel between sobs asked: "Why? Why?" "Please boys, take it easy! It is not as grave as you may think. It depends on how you accept it. I'll explain myself and then we can talk about it. It is Alexi's father request." He explained what we know, and then added: "This practically affects only to Alexi, but I know how much you love each other, therefore, I took the decision that you go together to Russia. This is a serious blow for me because I have loved you as my own son, Miguel." The boy immediately understood the greatness of that man's soul. Miguel launched himself into the priest's arms, followed by Alexi. There was nothing more to explain. They were not very happy but glad after the Dean's explanations; then they returned to their room. They entered and sat down on Miguel's bed; Alexi then placed his right arm around Miguel's small shoulders. "If... if you want, I'll go only myself. I cannot disobey my father; he must have powerful reasons to send me so far." Miguel, with tears trying to go out, stared at his friend. "Do you really think that I'll leave you alone on this adventure? I gave you my word to go with you to the hell, if necessary; and I'll do, except if you don't love me and..." Alexi stopped his friend as his eyes also blurred, but this time with happiness. "This is my brave boy!" He started making ticklish to Miguel that responded in the same manner. After some minutes, they stopped; Miguel was on top of his friend sat on his strong chest watching carefully his lovely face. "Yes, your father must have many reasons for taking that decision. Now let us be practical. Father Francisco won't tell it to anybody until we decide. On the other hand, our studies have finished in this place, and until the officer comes to pick us up, we have nothing to do, except rehearsal and sing with the rest of the choir next Sunday. I don't want to be a lazy boy." "And so do I. Yes, besides the rehearsals, we have a hard task: I'll start teaching you Russian language. Also, we must tell it to Sven and Bill; they are our real friends and deserve our confidence and trust." "In that case, we should not lose any time." Alexi went to his wardrobe, rummaged into a spoiled suitcase and found an old Russian grammar; they started the lessons. Later in the afternoon, they told their plans to Father Francisco who applauded their decisions. He did not expect the children were so practical. At lunch they met Sven and Bill; this, then said: "You have missed the revision class; I know you don't need it since your qualifications are excellent, but..." Miguel interrupted him. "We have our own reasons, Bill. Tonight after the shower and teeth brushing, we'll meet in our room. We need to tell you something very important." Sven and Bill did not insist. That evening they met and told them all about, but pleading not to tell anybody until Father Francisco could give the news to the rest of the boys. The day of departure arrived ten days later. That was the worst moment of their lives up to now, especially when they had to say goodbye to all his friends and Father Francisco. The car took them to the rail station and boarded the special Red Cross train, which would take them to the Port of Valencia. In the train also were many other boys and girls, from 8 to 13 y/o. However, they had a compartment that shared with the officer; they would spend the rest of that day and the night to arrive at Valencia. Once the train started moving, the French officer extracted a yellow envelope and gave it to Alexi, together with their passports; then he said: "Alexi, Miguel, this is a letter from your father; you should read it carefully during this night. You have time enough even to memorize it. For your own sake, I would strongly recommend you to destroy it before you board the ship." At that moment the boys did not understand the meaning of the officer's words, but they would meet the advice. The letter said: "Dear sons Alexi and Miguel, to start with, and in agreement with the IRC, we have considered Miguel as your own brother, but son of a different mother; thus he will be for the rest of his life, especially in the Soviet Union where you, and the other boys and girls, are going as refugees, but not as normal ones. The Republic has paid a large amount of money for your living, education, and growing safely there until we can rescue you. Unfortunately, Spain is in war, and in this type of wars there are not winners; our country will end ruined for many years to come; the rich will be richer and the poor poorer, but all Spaniards will suffer the terrible consequences. You, Alexi and Miguel, are very fortunate. To start with, you Alexi speak Russian; never tell them that your mother was a Russian. You know very well how much I loved her, but she did not do the same to us; on the other hand, I have heard she did not share Joseph Stalin's views, so they could use you for reprisals. The Soviet Union is a great country, but their people were very attached to old customs that even allowed the slavery. The current Government is making strong efforts to change this situation; therefore, they are eliminating those persons who don't participate in their views or oppose to their political decisions. It is very cruel and I do not agree or share what they do. The only way to survive is to work and study hard to demonstrate you are not a burden for them, but someone who likes and wants to help to make the country even better than it is now. They love this kind of persons; therefore, please, you should never interfere in their political lives, even if you are requested to. I will try to recover you as soon as I can. A great hug for you both. Your father, Pedro Martin. P.S. Father Francisco sent me a copy of your picture that I will keep near my heart until I can see you. CHAPTER 7 --------------- Early at dawn, they were woken up by the French Officer, in order to receive instructions how to embark; they were the last ones on the 300 children list. "In a couple of hours, we'll be in the Port of Valencia. Here you are these two labels; it shows a number and your names. One of them must be placed on your suitcase, and the other on your chest. You must cooperate with the boat's personnel in order to facilitate all children embark properly; I'll be in the Terminal in case you may need any help." "We'll do, sir." The train entered into the small rail station; the children crossed the rail trucks and went into a large waiting room, it was the ferry terminal; thru the window glasses, they could see a medium size boat docked just about fifty metres away. A few minutes later a man came in, and the French Officer gave him a list. They shook hands and said goodbye. The seaman spread his sight to the children, and then he asked loudly in Russian without much hope: "By chance, is there anyone who can speak Russian?" At the bottom of the large room, Alexi raised his hand; the officer surprised said: "Please, approach." "Yes, my brother and I speak Russian, he only a little bit." "Where did you learn it?" "My mother was a Russian." "It seems you are from different mothers. Aren't you?" "Yes, sir; you are right, but the same father." "Which are your names?" "My brother's is Miguel and mine Alexander." "Ok, Miguel Strogoff and Alexander the Great; let us stop chatting, we are short of time and the Captain may summon me for the delay. I want you to help and transmit our orders to the children in order to speed up the embarking. We'll start making groups of 25 children and check their names before going onboard." The Captain was observing from the upper deck the officer's explanations Then Alexi said. "We'll help you; but why are you checking now? We have been on the train the whole night without stopping, so no one has descended or boarded the train. I would suggest getting quickly all children into the ship and later, during sailing, you can do any check that you want." "You seem a clever boy." The man stared at the Captain who nodded with a grin." Then he said to a sailor: "Bring two bracelets for these young lads." Five minutes later the man wrapped around the boys' arms the red garments showing the sickle and the hammer. "Now you are members of the crew. We'll compensate you for your help." The officer then addressing to one sailor added: "You and another colleague must count the persons; the checking will take place later on deck. Let us start. You, Alexi, talk to the children as we have agreed." Alexi and Miguel grinned satisfied. "Attention, please!!!" All children stared at the couple, some with surprise and some with envy. He continued: "We are hurried; please form a queue according to your numbers and start entering into ship thru this door. If you have any doubt, please ask my brother or me, We'll then transmit your questions to the officer. Brothers together and the older must help the younger." Nobody asked anything and proceeded as Alexi pointed out to a lateral iron gate. Immediately they began loading the ship. Ten minutes later all children were onboard. The sailor said: "Sir, we have embarked 298 children, including these two boys." The officer went to have a look at the Terminal, it was empty. "Two children are missing; we'll determine who they are and inform the Captain. Proceed to remove the ship's plank; we'll start unmooring as soon as you finish." At that moment they heard a yell from the Terminal; two girls shouted: "Please, wait; please wait!!!" The girls approached running as Alexi and Miguel grinned. They had labels numbered 159 and 160. "We were... peeing, and did not know it was so quick." The boys glanced at them. They were well dressed, clean, and pretty. Both had light brown hair and blue eyes, of about 11 or 12 years old. When they reached the end of the plank said to the boys in Spanish: "Thanks, Alexi, thank Miguel. We were scared." "We'll talk later," Miguel said with a sly grin. The officer gazed to the Captain. "Sir, the cargo is completed and no one is missing; we may sail off." The Captain nodded and went to the bridge. Then he addressed to one of his assistants. "Once the primary checking ends, please, bring those two boys to my cabin. They'll take cabin num 4; they deserve it for what have done and probably will do during the trip. Now they must be considered as part of the crew." "Yes, sir." All children spent that day engaged in sanitary examinations and checking. All of them were tired and needed to rest after the previous night travelling in the stacked train. Following an early dinner, everybody drifted to sleep on deck 2, where the crew had prepared 300 beds with mattresses, though two were empty. The Captain called Miguel and Alexi and had a conversation with them; at the end, the Captain said: "Thanks for your valuable help. We'll pay you for your assistance as to any sailor at the end of the voyage. Miguel, I know you are a good chess player; therefore, if you like, we can have a match any time that you are free." Miguel understood but could not answer the Captain, since his Russian was scarce, but he did thru Alexi. "Captain, he will come anytime that you want him." "In that case, tomorrow afternoon I'll wait for you, Miguel." "It will be a pleasure to learn from you, Captain." The man shook hand with the boys, as he then added. "The boatswain will take you to your cabin." They did not expect this; Alexi then asked. "Captain, can we bring two friends with us? They are two very educated girls that we have befriended." The officer thought for a moment that they were just children, and a little bit of fun would not hurt them. "It is ok. The cabin has four bunks, so you can sleep separately, in the case they wanted it." Miguel flushed a little, but he concealed it; nevertheless, Alexi behaved as a natural situation being together with the girls. "Thanks Captain for your kindness." They left with the boatswain. They were alone in the small cabin; it had bunks separated, two on each side, and one on top of the other. They grinned cunningly to each other as they hugged. Miguel then said. "This trip is going to be better than we thought at the beginning. "You can bet for it; if you make a good match with the Captain tomorrow, there won't be any problem; even I promise, you will fuck Linda while I do to Lena." "Are you sure? I'm getting hard just thinking about them. Linda is a beautiful girl, still, she is a little bit chubby, but I like her a lot. It'll be exciting. Now explain to me how I have to proceed, I'm getting hard only thinking about it." "Let us make the beds. In that tiny wardrobe must be the sheets and blankets, though on this trip we will not need any covers. I'll leave you the bottom bunk, but until the girls come we'll use both bottoms, so we can chat." They extracted the clothes and made the two narrow beds. Before Alexi could react, Miguel went on top of him and started kissing his new brother and friend. Their young bodies started moving as their hard cocks rubbed up. Some minutes later the wonderful feeling arrived with lovely groans. "If you fuck Linda with the determination that you do to me, I think she will be ready to do it again and again with you." "I'll do my best to please her; therefore, now you must start explaining to me how I have to work out those moments; I don't want to disappoint her." Alexi started telling his brother how their father had taught him, and how he made it to Margaret. They were tired, so sometime later they drifted to sleep. The second day of sailing they woke up very early as the sound of the bell announced the change of guard in the bridge. Quickly, as the boatswain had told them, made their beds and went to under deck number 1 to help waking up all children. The sun had started to rise in the East and Alexi could see the good speed of the boat on that direction. They were far from land; however, his good sight detected some tiny houses on the far coast; the Mediterranean Sea was not an Ocean. "It is a beautiful day without any cloud, and the sea is like a lake." They heard on their back. The boys spun and found in front of them the two sisters. Miguel felt a little poet and watching the little chubby girl, he answered. "It is blue like your eyes, but they are more beautiful than the sea is." The little girl sighed and flushed. She was almost 11y/o and had started to like boys. Miguel noticed two little lumps under her light blouse, while Lena, her sister, had already little half lemon size teats. Alexi then said. "We would have time during the day for everything; now we must approach and take a good breakfast. I'm starving." The girls grinned and walked up to the point where they could take the first food of the day. Miguel, carefully, instinctively took Linda's hand in his; the girl blushed but did not take out hers; she stared at the boy and smiled; her blue large eyes sparkled. There were not milk, but chocolate, rolls and large bread slices; Miguel and Linda disentangled their hands and took a tray with all they needed. "It is now a long time that I had so much food in front of me. Madrid is suffering the lack of bread and most of everything. When I went to the school of music I had to share my afternoon food with a friend of mine; she was very sad when I left her." Miguel's eyes widened when he heard the girl mentioning the word music. "Are you fond of music, Linda?" Her sister answered. "She is more than fond; she likes and plays the piano almost as a professional. People in the Conservatory said she is a whiz kid. Unfortunately, I'm not as smart as she is." The little girl flushed again, as Alexi commented. "They are as twin souls. My brother also plays the violin and piano, and above all, he is a good chess player. Around 11:00 he must go to the bridge to have a chess match with the Captain." "Yes, but you were the best nightingale of the Choir; all the girls and some boys stared at you when we were in the queue during the Corpus procession." "My God, we have three masterminds here and I didn't know it!" Lena said with admiration. "Never mind Lena; you were the smartest girl in the school and our father's eyes." "Ok. Let us forget about our abilities." Alexi said. "As soon as we finish cleaning the mess of our table, if anyone doesn't need us, we can go to the upper deck and spend the time watching the sea; it is like a lake." They climbed the iron stairs to the upper deck; many boys and girls were watching how the sun was rising without any cloud on the horizon. This situation had created a good relationship amongst all children; they were not affected of seasick since the large boat seemed to fly over the blue waters; a flock of dolphins was following the ship as the little boys enjoyed the moments. Many of them had never seen the sea during their short lives. The group was leaning on the steel board near the stern, enthralled; Miguel slid his hand and pressed Linda's. She then turned her head to stare the chubby boy's face; he smiled showing his two little dimples; the girl sighed as a great feeling of admiration crept thru her small body. After some time in silence, a boatswain approached and talked to Alexi and Miguel. "Miguel, the Captain requests you; he wants to know if you are ready to play a chess match." "Yes, I'll be on the bridge in five minutes." Then the man asked Alexi. "Your friend, the second officer, ask you whether you can go to see him; he needs you to advise all boys near the bridge that they cannot be there; they must return either to the playing deck or stay away from where they are now." Alexi then said: "I'll go with you." Miguel spun and joined his brother; but before he started moving Linda looked at him, then in a whisper she said in his ear: "Good match. I'll stay here waiting for you." Lena grinned and sighed; her sister had quickly fallen in love with the young boy. Some moments later the two boys walked up to where they had been requested. CHAPTER 8 --------------- As soon as the boys disappeared, Lena looked into her sister's eyes. She felt an immense love and envy for her younger sister; suddenly, she hugged her sister, as Linda started to sob on her sister's shoulder. She was almost as tall as Lena. After some time they broke the hug, Lena separated from Linda and both sat down on a large crate; the breeze moved their light and clean brown hair. Then she said: "You love Miguel, don't you Linda?" "With all my heart, Lena. I had heard about love, but did not know it was so great and beautiful." Lena was astonished; she could not believe what she was hearing. She liked Alexi, but nothing to do with love; she thought even they could have sex together. Who would stop them? They were far from their parents and probably it would be a long time before they could see them again. She wanted to enjoy the life and Alexi deserved anything. After all, they were only children and nobody knew them in the ship. "How do you know it?" It is only hours that we know them. Most likely when we arrive at the port of destination, they will separate us and will never see them again." The little girl bravely answered her sister. "I don't mind. Who knows? I'll stay near him and enjoy with him these days; Mother Nature will provide a solution, as Mom used to say." "You seem sure that you love Miguel; but does he love you? Has he told you? or are you just building an illusion without any foundation?" "No, he has not told me anything in words, but I know he feels as I do. If they ask us to stay in their cabin we must accept. You can do whatever you better like, but please, Lena, don't spoil my daydream with Miguel. I'll do anything he wants from me." Alexi went to make what the officer had requested them to do; to handle almost 300 children was not so easy, even if they were very obedient. Meanwhile, Miguel was sat down in front of the man and had started the chess match; however, his mind was a little far somewhere down on deck. He moved the figures on the board mechanically and the Captain felt the boy's situation. "Why the boy was so distracted?" He thought. He could not imagine that the little boy's mind was on a lovely girl down on the stern. After an hour playing, the man was astonished: he could not beat the boy; in spite the child was not concentrated. Finally, after almost two hours, they draw the match. The first officer, who was watching the match, could not believe what he had seen; he never won his boss, and he thought he was good at it. They stood and the Captain ruffled the boy's clean long hair. "Miguel, you are a very good player, and I'm sure you will be better in the future." The boy did not fully understand what the seaman said, but he guessed it. Then the man extracted four bars of chocolate and gave them to the boy. "Thank you very much; I'll come anytime that you may need me." He left as the captain said to his colleague. "Vladimir, I'm sure we'll hear from this boy in the future. I couldn't beat him and he is 11y/o. Can you imagine what he will be able to do within a few years and with a good coach? Today he was distracted, but next time I wonder whether I could beat him." More than two hours had elapsed from the moment that the boys left, and the girls still were on the stern. Unconsciously Linda turned her head and watched how her adored boy was coming out from the bridge with something on his hand; he was waving his hand to them. Instinctively Linda ran to meet Miguel; the boy's heart beat strongly into his young chest and impulsively opened his arms. Linda dropped herself into the boy's arms as he hugged her tenderly; her hair was tickling his nose. "I love you Linda from the moment I watched you running to the plank." Without moving and not mattering who was watching them, the girl separated a little and kissed a peck on the boy's lips, then placed her head on the boy's chest as she said almost in a murmur: "I love you, too my beautiful boy. My heart had not deceived me, he never did." Miguel raised her rounded chin and also kissed a peck. She had a blur in her blue eyes and was trembling. At that moment Lena came to where they had met. "Come on, let us hide behind those crates; fortunately most of the children are on the bow." As they started walking Alexi appeared on the scene shouting. "Hey! What is going on here? I cannot leave you alone for a moment!" He stared at his brother and understood. "You don't need to tell me anything. You are in love!!! Your eyes are like an open book for me." Miguel and Linda smiled and sighed. They were behind the crates without anyone watching; Miguel then attracted Linda to him, placed his hands on the smooth face and kissed her softly on the lips a real kiss of love. They felt a nice feeling creping thru their bodies ending in their loins. They broke the kiss and again hugged, repeating "I love you." Alexi then asked. "How was the chess match?" "We ended draw; he is good but I was distracted thinking about this beauty that we have here." The four grinned and Miguel added: "Here is the prize!" He showed the four bars of chocolate. "Now it is almost time for lunch; therefore, we'll leave the sweet in our cabin for later this afternoon." Hand in hand they started walking up to the prow of the ship; she was sailing making a swing that every child enjoyed. The children leaned against the board as a flock of dolphins under the water from time to time jumped and screeched, the same as seagulls did on the air. Miguel kept his large eyes fixed on an undetermined point of the sea as if he was hypnotized as being in another world. Linda then brought him to reality with a light kiss on his smooth cheek. "Where are you, my boy?" Miguel woke up, returned the kiss to his girl, sighed and said. "I wish I had now ruled paper to write down all this music that I have in my mind, the dolphins, the birds, the ship and the children's laughers. It would be a beautiful sweet music..." He stopped the stream of his thoughts. Then he heard on his back the voice of an adult man. "If you need that paper and ink, you must go to my cabin; it is number five. On the left side drawer of my desk, you can find what you may need." He was the boatswain they knew; he was very fond of music. Miguel did not fully understand the man's words, though he guessed. Alexi then translated his words. Miguel flushed but ignoring anything he hugged the man around the waist. "Thanks, boatswain; I'll do now before the inspiration disappear. It will be a sonata in crescendo." Before any of them realised, Miguel ran to the man's cabin; they could not believe his behaviour. Alexi then said: "Thanks, Mr..." "Basil Larkowski. I'm a Polish descendant." "Thanks, Mr Larkowski; with the time, I think my brother will be a great composer. You and all of us will be very proud of him." The man ruffled Alexi's hair and continued in what he was doing. Then Lena asked. "What shall we do now?" I don't want to go under the deck with this lovely day." Linda watched a group of boys and girls of about their age playing with their hand clenched in a ring. "Let us join them; I like those songs." They did not doubt a second and went where the ring was and joined the group. It was almost lunchtime when Linda spotted Miguel coming with a wide smile on his lovely face. She stood and went to meet him; he had his forefinger and middle finger stained with black ink. She then grinned with pride and said. "You better wash your hands. Besides intelligent, a composer must be clean and have his clothes tidy." Miguel would have kissed and hugged his girl right there but he knew it was not the moment. She did not ask about his music; she was absolutely sure it was very good and beautiful. "I have advanced in it, but I need more time, and above all, a piano and a teacher to play and correct it. We'll see when we disembark. Russians are very fond of music and have great musicians." At that moment Lena ad Alexi approached. Alexi said: "How do you feel, brother? I'm sure you will create a masterpiece." Miguel grinned as he jabbed his brother. "Brother, I'm only a student, not a professional composer." He paused and then added. "We better go under the deck to have lunch; I have left the chocolate in our cabin for the afternoon." After lunch they returned to their cabin; when they were inside, Miguel said. "My bunk-bed is the right low one. Alexi prefers the upper one." Then Linda approached her mouth to Miguel's ear and murmured: "I want to sleep with you on your bunk; From now on I don't want to leave you alone a single moment." Lena noticed the whispers and asked. "What's going on between you two?" Linda grinned pressing her boy's hand; then she said. "Nothing important, we can sleep here together; at least we are taking the bottom bunk. There is enough space for Miguel and me here." Lena chuckled. "Ok. After all, we are abandoned here in a Russian ship, wondering if we'll ever meet any of our parents again. I do agree with you. What do you think boys?" The brothers stared at each other as Miguel said: "This is the most intelligent decision that we can take." The day went by and the four children did not separate a single moment, except Miguel that continued working on his musical work. Obeying the Captain's orders, they went to shower after dinner, forming part of their respective groups; girls separated from boys. At bedtime, the four went to their cabin. In that part of the ship, there was not any electricity restriction, though they could only have a small lamp on. The boys were used to sleep naked since they were in the choir residence; however, as deference to the girls, they kept their underwear shorts on, as the girl kept their pants. It was summer and the boat's energy leaked thru the iron structure; so the children did not use any covers. Miguel went into the bunk followed by Linda that happily laid her smooth body against Miguel's front, as two teaspoons. She noticed the boy's hard tool pressing her bum. After a while, she noted a soft kiss on her back collarbone; she could not remain quiet as she trembled with emotion, and then turned over facing her boy. Impulsively she glued her lips to Miguel's lips; she could not stop doing it. Miguel received that present as if he were waiting for it during a long time. He did not want to speed up and waited for almost half a minute, and then he pushed his tongue against Linda's white and clean teeth. She resisted for a few moments but thought: "He is my boy, my love, and not any strange person and I want it as much as he does." She opened her mouth and the intruder's tongue filled her cavity. She felt a great need to suck it and did not doubt more. Then she noticed how Miguel started discarding his underwear without stopping his frenching. In seconds she did the same and the two child naked bodies joined as one body and one soul. They started grinding their bodies, as the girl felt a strange and new warm sensation that started building on her loins as she felt her boy's penis rubbing her most intimate parts. Nobody had ever explained her about this; her sister only said: "that would be the great feeling", but it was more than just a feeling. She could not continue with their kissing as she needed to breathe; her heart beat hard as a mad. All of a sudden, she heard a loud groan, she could not identify if it came from her, from her boy or from both. She stopped breathing and in seconds felt as if both were over the stars and many fireworks with an immense range of colours exploded around them, producing the most beautiful spectacle she had ever watched. She came down to the Hearth and found herself stick to Miguel as her boy was filling her face with kisses. She was so happy that could not stop her tears rolling down to the pillow. Then, still breathing hard and with a rough voice, the boys asked: "Did you like the trip?" She grinned, and softly gave a peck on Miguel's smooth cheek and rubbed the rebel tuft of hair on his forehead. "It has been the most beautiful trip that I could imagine. Was it an orgasm?" "Yes. I had never experienced anything similar, and you did it. You are great, my girl! Still, it can be better." Linda opened wide her blue eyes doubting her boy's words. "Better? That is impossible!" "Well... I cannot speak from experience; you are the first girl that shares my bed." Linda grinned satisfied as not any girl had enjoyed what she just had with her boy. Miguel continued. "My brother has explained it to me." "And what do we need to do to reach it?" This time the boy rubbed the smooth skin of her pink face with the back of his hand. "I must penetrate your pussy with my dick, as Alexi has done to Lena; nevertheless, it implies to break your inner seal: your virginity." The girl got serious as she was thinking about what Miguel had said. Then scared she asked her boy. "And why didn't you do that?" Miguel caressed gently the girl's face and kissed her red lips a light kiss. "Because I love you too much. First, it means to hurt you when breaking your seal; and second, it could produce blood that we might not control, and since I want you to be my wife when we grow up, I must take care of you now and forever. You are not any girl but my girl. I belong to you and you belong to me. We'll have time..." He could not end the sentence as Linda sealed his lips with a tender kiss of love. The boy noticed again her tears as she pushed her body against the boy. Then, as she caressed softly her boy's face she said slowly. "I don't want to leave it for later or when we grow up. Who knows what can happen? The ship can wreck and sink; we can be separated in the port of destination... or something unexpected can occur. No, Miguel. I want it just tonight becoming your real wife and you my true husband." Miguel could not believe what he was hearing. Stammering he asked his girl. "Linda, are you absolutely sure about this? I told you I don't mind to wait until you decide." "Yes, I'm sure; and my decision is to go ahead enjoying climbing the last step of our rainbow in the stars." She grinned deviously. Miguel forgot everything and hugged his girl. "In that instance, what are we waiting for?" She wide opened her arms and dragged the boy to her. "Since we both are naďf in this, let us do it slowly and carefully; we have time enough." She pointed up to the other bunk and heard how Lena and Alexi had finished their actions and both were hard asleep. "It is our turn!" The girl said. "Yes, it is the moment of losing our virginity." The children hugged as their lips joined in an eternal kiss. "How shall we do it? I don't have any experience in this business." "And so do I; but it seems your dick is guessing something because it is very hard and pointing out to my pussy." She grinned excitedly as she grabbed the boy's tool and started rubbing it up and down. Miguel squirmed with the touch. "I don't want to hurt you, therefore I'll lie down on the bottom, and therefore you must be the leader. If you feel some pain you can retract avoiding it." Linda smiled widely and went on top of her boy. She thought how great he was and how much she loved him. "I love you, Miguel." Saying this she placed her lips on the boy's mouth as with her left hand she guided the boy's penis to her Sanctus Santorum. It smoothly entered into her until it found the barrier of her hymen. The lack of experience made her retract a little as she felt a sharp pain, but she knew what was waiting for her. She pushed harder and felt again an intense ache as a couple of tears came out from her blue eyes. Nevertheless, she was determined to go ahead. She was a girl that never failed on what she had proposed to do. She felt the boy hands around her waist; he had the eyes closed and was breathing hard and moaning. She retracted once more and then pushed down very hard and with determination; this time she felt how the boy's cock entered into her to the hilt. Miguel moaned loudly and she felt a tremendous pleasure as the hot penis rubbed her insides. "I, I love you my precious Linda." After a few moments, they reached the top of their rainbow, followed by the most beautiful and lovely time of their short lives. Need not to say that there was not any problem that night but a lot of happiness that they would remember forever. There was nothing to be added. From that night, they became one body and one soul, enjoying their unexpected early honeymoon. The music and the love had united them as never before. The following morning they woke up with an immense need to kiss each other, hug and being together forever. They repeated it many times before they arrived at the Black Sea and to the Sea of Azov, the same as Alexi and Lena. That was their destination, and before disembarking the boys and girls watched the lovely green land that started far from the last buildings. Miguel then commented. "I think we'll love this country; am I right?" "Yes, you are." The three answered at the same time. Some months later, in view of the progress reached by some children, they were separated from the rest, transferred to another school further in the North-East, near the River Volga's delta, where all the children were Russians, except themselves; most of them, sons and daughters of the Communist Party's members. Stalin had ordered to build this kind of schools in order to educate prodigy children coming from the working layers. Following their father's advice in that unforgettable letter, they perfectly settled down in their new place. The students accepted them very well, even admired those exotic boys and girls that had lived in a far war. Soon Alexi and Lena befriended other girls and boys as intelligent as they were. Miguel's name spread thru the school; however, not for his music, but for his chess ability. There were other boys who also played well, but no one from his own grade and two grades over could beat him. Some events occurred in the month of September. All the children had a task out from their normal studies for Sundays: the four started going to a nearby farm to help harvesting sunflowers and cereals. It was run by a young couple who had three children, two boys of 10 and 5 y/o, and one girl of 8 y/o. Those Sundays were glorious days for all of them, time that Miguel and Linda took advantage of, to sneak out and have sex together. The younger little boy was very close to Alexi and followed him up like a little puppy. At the end of the day, all children went for a common shower. He pressed Alexi's hand: "Alexi, will you help me soaping my scalp and back in the shower?" I know you love me more than my brother and sister; they always said I'm not a good patriot because I don't eat enough." Alexi kneeled in front of the little boy and caressed his scarce blond hair. "Why don't you eat, Vova? Your mom has everything that you may need to grow healthy and be as tall as Miguel is. You look like you need a lot of food." "I don't know Alexi, I don't have any appetite, but if you help, being my friend I'll try my best; I want you to be happy and proud of me so that when the river gets frozen next November, we can skate; I'll teach you." Alexi grinned; the intelligent little boy was blackmailing him. "Ok little rascal." The young woman had partially heard the conversation and came with short underwear for the child. She then said. "Son, please go to the shower, I need to tell something to Alexi." When she knew the little boy could not hear them, Alexi said: "He has promised me to eat enough to take me to the river to skate." The woman grinned sadly. She sat down and invited Alexi to do the same. "Alexi, we are seriously concerned about my little Vova. We took him to the city's doctor, a good friend of us. He said the boy has nothing grave, but he needs to eat food and not only milk, otherwise, he cannot guarantee his life or his normal growth. He is getting anaemia and needs to eat everything, as his brother and sister do. He admires you and I'm sure he will do whatever you ask him." She paused and Alexi said: "That's what he has told me. It seems I have something for little children. I'll do my best; don't worry." He took the boy's underwear and went to the shower room; the little imp was sat down on the chair waiting for him. The boys stared at him. "Let us shower, my friend." Alexi got naked and dragged the child under the showerhead. They enjoyed the warm water, and then he soaped the boy. "Now I'll soap you, I love doing it. Please sit down so I can reach your head." Alexi did as Vova rubbed his scalp with abundant foam. The boy's little penis was in front of him erected; Alexi felt he would have liked to take it into his mouth and give pleasure to the little angel, but he had to restrain from his will; the boy was too young and he wondered if he will enjoy or react in a different way. He noticed how his dick was very hard and did not know what to do to conceal his erection; then he decided to behave natural, probably the child had seen his brother's erected penis before. His voice took him back from his thought. "We are ready to rinse." "Yes, let's finish." But Vova was an intelligent boy and thought about his friend's tool. "Alexi, you have a huge dick!" Alexis smiled. "When you grow, yours will be bigger than mine, because you'll be taller than I am, I'm sure about it." The little imp grinned and then opened the hot water until they were completely clean; then Alexi dried him, his little penis got hard immediately, though Alexi avoided touching it. The elder boy sat down on the stool to end drying his body. Vova helped him on his back; when they were finished Vova jumped on Alexi's knees, placing his little thin arms around his friend's neck. He stared directly into Alexi's eyes and then kissed him on the lips. It was not a long kiss, but long enough, so that the elder boy's penis started to get hard again. Vova then said: "You have a large dick, Alexi; larger than my brother's, but not as big as my father's that also has a lot of hair there. Can I touch it?" Alexi squirmed at the prospect of being his cock touched, but he knew that was neither the moment nor the person; he thought of the boy's sister or brother. "Vova, I don't mind any boy or girl touches me, but you are too little and..." He could not end the sentence as the little boy wrapped his hand around the engorged tool, but quickly he retrieved it. "It is hot, Alexi. Don't worry, I'll never do it again, but I wanted to know how it feels." He grinned and changed the subject; then he continued. "I eagerly wanted to kiss you as we do here, on the lips." Alexi smiled and dragged the little boy to his chest, kissing him on the scarce blond hair. The other boys and girls had already gone to the kitchen. Alexi tenderly separated from the boy and said: "I like your kiss, Vladimir. Why didn't you do it before?" The little boy flushed and then hugged his new friend whispering in his ear. "Because I was dirty; my brother Andrey always rejects me if I'm not clean." Alexi pressed his little flexible body against him again as he murmured. "I'll never reject your kisses, even if you are the dirtiest boy in the world." Before the younger boy could answer, he added. "What would you like to eat?" The boy jumped back, and while he was wearing his shorts said: "Thanks, Alexi. I like anything sweet, as the milk is; that will help. Let's go to the kitchen." The other children were almost ending their dinner when they entered. The main course was something similar as oatmeal with milk that Alexi immediately recognized, as his mother used to cook for him, but with a variant. He then asked Tania, the boy's mother. "Do you have honey?" The woman nodded, as he added: "Please place a fair amount in Vova's dish." Without any words, she reached into a small wardrobe and extracted a large pot almost full of the yellow sweet product. She dropped some in both dishes with the milk and stirred the food. She was expectant as the little boy took his spoon into the plate and then to his mouth. She expected the classical rejection, but she was surprised at the boy continued eating until the dish was empty. She could not believe what she was watching. The boy glanced at his mother; then said: "Mom, next time, please put a little bit more in my dish." The imp boy knew how happy he made his mother as she could not retain a couple of tears that rolled down her fresh cheeks. She thought: "My boy is saved, and all thank this angel!!!" "Don't worry, Vova; I'll take care of your orders." CHAPTER 9 --------------- Some minutes later Leonid, the family father, came from his weekly task of inspecting his district farms, in order to fix up the number of harvest products that every farm had to deliver to the Government's store. As his wife, he could not believe what he was watching. Then impulsively took the little boy in his strong arms and hugged him; as he stared at the children, Vova said to his father in a murmur: "Alexi convinced me; in exchange, I have to teach him to skate on the river when it gets frozen next winter." Before the sunset, Leonid took the children in his old car to the school. They checked in and went to their dorms. Instead of returning immediately to the farm, the man politely asked the janitor to see the Principal. The operator in charge of controlling the main gate said: "He's in his office. You know where it is." The janitor knew very well he had to obey that powerful man as he was an important member of the KGB and the Principal's very close friend. "Come in, Leonid; always it is great to see you. Can I help you?" "Mark, I don't want to disturb you, I have just come to return the Spanish children." The Principal perhaps thought they had made any mischief and was to argue, but Leonid stopped him. "Mark, please, take care of those children, especially of Alexi. Now I understand why comrade Stalin ordered to build this school; Alexi has saved your godson." The children ran to their dorms; as Alexi and Miguel entered they saw a letter for them on a little table placed near their beds. It was unusual; rarely the children received any mail. Alexi immediately recognized the writing on the envelope. Trembling he took the letter n his hand. "Miguel, it's from dad! I wonder how it has reached us!" They were alone since most of the children were in the playing room as they had returned from their duties and had dinner in the school. They sat on the bed, and with trembling hands opened the letter. The happiness became sadness since most of it was censored; they could only read the date, place and some words. At the end, they could read: "I love you, my boys, I hope that when all these madness are gone..." again the black ink covered the sentences; they could only read: "a great hug from your father." Tears of impotence dribbled along the children cheeks. Miguel could not stop his temper: "Bastards!!! Fucking bastards!!!" "Take it easy, brother. We don't know who has done this, but I'm sure it was not here." "What shall we do now, brother?" "We'll do nothing. We'll keep it for us; even we won't tell the girls; this is a family's problem." Then Miguel said: "What's about if you tell this to Leonid; at least I would like to know who the bastards are. Andrey secretly told me his father works for the KGB. We lose nothing trying; after all, he is a good man." "We'll think about it. Next time we'll sleep over there, so we have more time; perhaps you are right." He used a book as a hideout and placed it on their nightstand. "We are tired and needing to sleep." The boys hugged and kissed goodnights before going under the light covers. They continued their duties but had much time free out of the normal studies. Especially Alexi and Miguel, besides obtaining excellent qualifications they spent their times either helping other mates or in the library. Miguel took any opportunity to continue writing his music, but he could not test it yet since nobody knew about his abilities, except Alexi. One of those days he was engrossed writing, he did not note his teacher's presence. "What are you writing Miguel? He did not know what to say, but opened the drawer of his desk and handed a well-ordered bunch of pages to the man; the first read: "Dreams of the Sea" Astonished the man started reading and humming the music. Without adding a single word, took the boy from his arm and dragged him into an adjacent large room where the piano was. He placed the first sheet on the piano stand. "Miguel, please, turn the pages for me, will you?" The man attacked the piano as a beautiful music raised from the instrument. The parade of dolphins, seagulls and other sea animals came into his mind..." He woke up as he heard his teacher saying. "Miguel, it is beautiful!!! Why did you hide it?" The boy blushed, and stammering answered. "I didn't know it was good enough, besides, it is not finished yet; I started writing it during the trip onboard of the ship; then I could not stop continuing writing when I had time after my duties." The man stood and hugged the boy very tight. "Miguel, you have an innate talent and you are here to improve it. I'll tell you something. We won't tell anybody while I supervise the instrumentation. Next 21st December we'll celebrate Comrade Stalin's birthday. We'll play it for the first time. You will conduct the band." The emotion overtook the boy's heart as tears ran his cheeks. "Thank you very much, Sir. Do you think I would be able to do it?" "It is nothing to thank about. If you have written it, there is nobody more suitable for this task than you. The School will be very proud of you. I'll take care that nobody knows you are the author during the rehearsals; we'll give a great surprise to the Principal; he also loves music." Miguel was so excited that could not stop telling Alexi what had happened. Alexi hugged his brother tenderly. Then he said: "It is a pity there isn't here a good place to give your dick a good suck to celebrate it." They started laughing as Miguel jabbed his brother. That week flew and Friday arrived. On midday, Leonid picked them up, and after changing their clothes, the whole family went to continue the harvesting. They were greatly surprised with Vova. He had recovered his happiness and strength; his eyes were bluer, and his cheeks showed a lovely pink colour that he had lost, but the best was his clean blond silky hair. He knew his friends were amazed by the change he had experienced only in one week. His brother and sister did not notice any change as they always were together. Before going to the farm, the group had asked Leonid and Tania to sleep in the upper part of the barn where the straw was stored. They understood the house was not big enough to accommodate four children more, besides the weather still was very warm during the night; but above all, they wanted to have privacy. The couple agreed though Vova and Andrey argued they also wanted to sleep with them, their father did not agree. Upon their return from the fields, all boys and girls went to the shower before dinner. Vova did not need anyone to push him, he gladly showered together with Alexi; however, the sensitive boy noticed his friends were not as happy as a week ago, though had worked very hard harvesting the wheat. While he was dressing in his parents' room he said to his mother. "Mom, haven't you noticed that Alexi and Miguel aren't as content as they were last week? Perhaps something has happened, to them... because they have worked even harder. I want them happy and now much more after my recuperation." His mother fixed her eyes on her son; this little boy has nothing to do with her other children, she thought. She hugged him tightly. "Vova, you are too intelligent and sensitive for your age. Yes, I haven't noticed it, but they are approaching puberty, and children at their age change suddenly; nevertheless, I'll ask them, or better, you can do it. All of them love you and don't mind to answer you." The boy grinned. "Mom, I'll do it after dinner." The family was around the large table having dinner and Tania filled her younger son's dish; he ate everything and made a lovely welsh, though he tried to conceal it by placing his hand on his mouth. His father stared at him with a stern, but the boy's sweet smile disarmed him. He then stood and jumped on his father's lap. Then he approached his mouth to the man's ear as his father caressed his favourite son's cheeks. He made a move and glanced at Alexi. "Alexi, Vova is feeling you and your brother are sad. Have we made anything to get you sad?" The two brothers flushed, as Linda and Lena stared at each other. "He, he... is right Leonid. We have tried to conceal our sadness to all of you and to Linda and Lena, but I can see we are not good actors." He then stood and went where his jacket was, extracted the letter and gave it to the young man. "After a very long time, we have received this letter from our father that we cannot read; that's the origin of our sadness." Leonid took the letter in his hand and stared at it. He thought for a moment, and then commented: "The work is clumsy with poor quality." "That was what we thought," Alexi said. Leonid then stood and said: "Follow me up, boys; I need to talk to you both." In silence, Alexi and Miguel walked behind the man. They climbed the stairs, at the top, the man stopped, and looking into the boys' eyes he continued. "Alexi Miguel, you are now little men, but before we trespass this door you must promise me that you will forget this room and never mention it to anybody, even to the girls or your father; otherwise you and I could go into very serious problems. Do you understand what I mean?" They affirmed with a nod. "Yes; we promise." Both boys answered in unison. He extracted a key from his pocket and opened the dark loft, then put on the electric light and closed the door. "Sit down while I work." It really was a laboratory with many items unknown for the children. He handled and mixed some products, and after some minutes he took a tiny paintbrush impregnated with the result and carefully painted the black straps. Magically the black ink disappeared; then he dried the paper with a fan and handed it to the astounded boys. With blurred eyes, Alexi and Miguel hugged the man. "It is ok, boys. Now here you are a notebook, copy it down or memorize it, then I must burn it down; no trace must exist of this letter." Alexi grinned cunningly. Then took the paper in his hands and fixed his large eyes on the writing; then, after some time, returned it to the man. "You can destroy it now; we don't need it anymore." Leonid was taken aback for a few seconds, but afterwards, he understood; the boy had a photographic memory. During his stay at the Moscow, KGB Centre had seen colleagues with the same ability. Joking he added: "I must be very careful about you!" "Thanks again Leonid. You know now about my ability that only my brother knows. Please, forget it; however, if you ever need me..." "Thanks, little men. I won't forget, but I can obtain the same service from someone else without risking my dearest boys." He caressed them and soon they were in the kitchen making jokes with the rest; the girls stared at each other amazed at the sudden changes. After some time enjoying the evening, the boys and girl decided to go to bed in the barn. Vova then insisted to stay with them, but his mother rejected it. Leonid and his men had built the barn as an isolated building, but close to the place where the animals were. Above all, he wanted the barn to be safe from fire; therefore under any circumstance, he allowed any type of fire; even electricity was banned. He gave some torches to them. Miguel was on tenterhooks; he needed to know what their father said in his letter. As they arrived at the barn, Alexi told the girls to proceed to the second floor; they needed to pee; Miguel then knew what his brother pretended. As soon as the girls started climbing the stairs, Alexi said. "Let us go for a pee." Miguel then stopped. "Please brother, let me know what you have engraved in your mind relating to our father." Alexi grinned and sat on a concrete bench not far from the barn's entrance. "Ok. Do you want me to tell the whole text word by word, or just a summary of it?" "I think a summary will be enough; if I have a further question I'll ask you." "He said the war was going very bad for the Republic; they lacked war material; and what is more important, they are suffering the lack of wheat and other cereals, so people are starved in spite they receive from Mexico shipments of everything. That is why the letter came censored. Within a few days, he was travelling to South America to purchase all cereals he could get. He had written six letters to us, but he received them back with "unknown addressee" stamped on the envelope. He wishes us a good stay here safe from that terrible war, etc." Miguel mind was working at maximum speed." "I don't need further explanations, it is more than enough. I suppose we cannot write him back because he is travelling from one point to another; if we are lucky and receive a new letter we'll let him know where to send the mail in order we can receive the letters. I have a plan for it. Now let us go upstairs to join the girls." He pointed down to his fly, "As you can see, my dick needs some action." They ran and soon jumped near the girls that were waiting for them on the soft and warm bed; it has been made with soft fresh wheat straw and was very cosy. Lena was not in love with Alexi as Linda was with Miguel; however, she would not have gone to bed with anybody else, except with her man, as she called him. Alexi thought the same about her, so both, in unison, jumped on the soft bed as Miguel and Linda laughed watching them; they did the same. In seconds they discarded their clothes and Lena went on top of her boy on a 69 position. She felt how the trainee boy introduced his tongue in her vagina as she took his hard dick in his mouth. They enjoyed those violent moments until reached their first orgasm. Then the four started laughing and making ticklish to each other; for Linda and Miguel was something different, they were in love. Lena was in front of Alexi caressing his curly hair. "Alexi, I would like to be in love with you as my sister does with your brother; I like you a lot and sex is a blessing. I don't think I can enjoy more with anyone else." Alexi watched carefully the girl who was in front of him. "I understand you, Lena. You are great; I think we can be the best friends of the world, and I will regret the day we separate, but it wouldn't be as my brother and your sister. I'm really concerned about them if they are not together." On the other side of the large bed, the murmur was entirely different; Linda was caressing her little husband hair as Miguel did the same to her; then he scooted down a little and started sucking her tiny nipples that have started to grow. Then she said: "Miguel, we still have a few hours to make anything that we like; now it is the time to talk a little." He gave a last soft suck to the girl nub, kissed her teats softly and asked. "What do you want to talk about? I'm ready, though my dick is very hard." The girl grinned and sighed. "I don't have a particular subject, but I like to hear your modulate voice in Spanish; it is softer than Russian, besides we must use it and transmit to our future children." Saying this Miguel went on top of Linda as their lips joined and the tongues mixed their saliva. Sometime later they groaned as two animals as they flew further than the stars. Soon they were hard asleep lying on the warm bed. After some secret rehearsals with the large band, Stalin's anniversary arrived. The teachers had decided the school's band for the first time would play Miguel's "Dreams of the Sea", the orchestra conducted by Miguel. It was an extraordinary moment that had never occurred before; so, all students and some of the assisting families crowded the assembly room; everybody was expectant. After the Principal's introduction words, wearing etiquette dress, Miguel appeared from the left side of the stage as a hard ovation roared in the room. Alexis, the girls, and Vova's family were sat down in the first rows; a dead silence kept the emotion of everybody. Miguel bowed to the public and with blurred eyes he said: "Ladies, gentlemen, boys and girls: Thank you very much for the undeserved applause. This is my first act and work, and probably it won't fulfil the expectations; I'm only a boy and I know that Russia and especially our comrade Stalin disserves better music and musician, but believe me, we all have put our hearts to make the event unforgettable for our dear teachers and the School." Again, hard applauses came from people assisting with the event. Miguel climbed to the wooden platform with the baton on his right hand and then spread his sight over the fifty boys who formed the band and started the performance. For many people assisting to the concert, and especially for the conductor, they were transported to another world; they felt as they were dolphins or seabirds as the sound of the sweet music raised to the Heaven. For little children immediately they started thinking were red, blue or green fishes playing in the coral reefs with other bigger animals. Their hearts were sharing the sounds as if they were swans or seagulls. After some time, the music ended, and the enchantment was broken. Many adults stood and started applauding. Miguel, as a professional, bowed and turned facing the girls and boys who had played, invited them to stand, sharing the success. Someone sitting in a far corner said to his neighbour friend: "A shinning and bright star has been born; I'm sure we'll hear from this boy in the future!" "Yes, I do agree with you; besides his music, he is an excellent chess player." "Comrade Stalin will be happy watching how his idea of creating this type of schools will bring many bright men and women for the great success for our loved Russia and the Soviet Union." "You will also see the little girl who is the next performer. The Principal has told me she is as good as the boy, but playing the piano. Let's keep silence; she is entering the stage." The man was right. Linda adjusted the stool and looked at another girl who would act as passing-page. This part of the concert had been added recently as Miguel asked the Principal. She was wearing a beautiful velvety blue-marine dress to her knees and closed to her neck, with a white silk ribbon around her waist. Her long clean brown hair and blue eyes captured the attention of many boys. Miguel felt a little jealousy, but Linda glanced at him before attacking the piano. The boy deeply sighed, as he murmured for himself: "She is a beautiful doll. I love you." It seemed that the girl understood her boy message; sighed and started playing. She played well known short music pieces that pleased a lot of children and adults, even in some of them invited the public to follow the music with the hands clapping. When she ended, a strong ovation came from the people assisting to the concert. She bowed to them and again sat in front of the piano as the master conducting the orchestra nodded; two boys entered into the stage dressed as the old peasants did in the past, with long white tunics. A dead silence followed; some adults guessed, but most of the boys and girls ignored it since during the rehearsal any boy had participated as a solo. Linda's heartbeat into her young chest as Miguel and Alexi surrounded the piano. At a motion from the Conductor, Alexi started singing the Ave Maria of Schubert, though with the wording changed. In spite of the changes, the music and the angel voices were the same; some of the old people assisting could not avoid their eyes blurred remembering some old times. When Alexi ended his solo and the music stopped, it seemed the building would break down with applause. The memorable act ended with the Russian National Anthem. Two years elapsed; the boys received letters from their father, even they exchanged some photographs; it was September 1939. Alexi had become very fond of everything related to nuclear energy. Besides the Russian language, those children, considered whiz kids, learn English and German. His teachers provided him with books published in the US about this subject: He was amazed discovering the great amount of energy that some materials produced when their nucleus disintegrated. As usual, that year they helped their friends to harvest the sunflowers, wheat, etc. in the farm. Leonid, Tania and the children had become more a family than just friends with them. They went sadly when knew the Spanish Republic had lost the war, but that was too far away and they had other worries. Miguel and Linda continued in love and Alexi had an excellent relationship with Lena; however, they knew that just in a couple of months, they would be unconnected. Linda and Miguel would travel to Moscow and Alexi to an unknown school-laboratory. Lena had had long private conversations with Leonid and Tania; finally, they agreed she would join KGB's youth group to become an official agent. She was now 15y/o and had become a beautiful young woman. Vova had become the bright boy that his parents had expected. He gained some weight and was on the way to be as taller as Miguel was. His large blue eyes and curly straw colour hair made of him a beautiful child that sometimes turned heads and envies, especially from his own sister and brother; in spite of that, both children had created a shield to protect the little boy. After some proofs, Leonid and Tania had received a letter from the boys' school congratulating them; the boy would go into that special institution as soon as he was 8 y/o; still some months ahead. Vova's hero was Alexi and he stayed with him as much time as possible, while the now teenager remained on the farm. Vova knew that within some weeks his friend would leave, and probably they will not see him for a long time; that was what his parents had told to him. They were finishing their shower and Alexi had noticed the sadness in those beautiful blue eyes. While Alexi was drying the little boy, this hugged him around the waist, feeling the teenager's dick against his chest. He knew what the little one was feeling; nevertheless, he kneeled in front of him and asked: "Vladimir, why are you sad?" "You know very well why; you are leaving... and I haven't anything for you to remember; even you did not allow me to touch your cock." Alexi's eyes blurred as he could not argue to that intelligent boy. "Vova, I'm almost 14 y/o, you have grown a lot and I did the same, but I'm going to risk everything to please you, though I should not; that's because I love you all, but especially you. It is raining and we don't expect to do anything. We need a place where we could spend the afternoon together without anyone disturbing us." The little boy's eyes sparkled. "We have that place, but you must promise me not to tell anybody. After lunch, you must go to the barn and enter thru the back small door; I'll wait for you there." Alexi was to argue, but Vova placed his forefinger on the big boy's lips, sealing them. "Don't worry and trust me, no one will know where we are." Saying this, the little boy wore on his shorts and ran to the kitchen. Since it has been raining and could not do anything, Tania and her husband went to pay a visit to some friends; she invited the children to come with them, but they declined since they had planned to spend the afternoon playing with their friends. When Vova felt his parents were far, he left the others as Alexi had done some time before. He took his torch and quickly ran to the barn, entering thru a back small door; Alexi was already there sat on a large straw bale. They stared at each other as the little boy placed his forefinger on his lips, advising his friend to keep silence. Then he went to a corner and retrieved two bales, which were covering a door on the floor; with a hook, he managed and opened it. The view was a stair that went down to a cellar, then they went down; he pointed out to the door and Alexi closed it on top of their heads. They descended to a spacious room; the little boy took a miner lamp and lighted it. "What is this?" Alexi asked. "This large room used to be a store to keep smuggled products; my father discovered it years ago, but did not tell anybody, just in case he could use it. I know it, but my sister and brother don't know anything; that's why I told you nobody would find us." He smiled cunningly. "I like you, my imp boy," Alexi said taking the little boy from behind and ruffling his golden hair. Vova sat on a bed that he had prepared with straw and some blankets. Alexi grinned as he started dragging his trousers down. Vova stopped him. "Let me do it, Alexi." He then unbuckled his belt and dragged down the teenager's clothes. He motioned him to lie down on the bed. Alexi understood he should not allow the little imp to make things that he may regret later. "Vova, do you think we are right doing this?" "Yes. I'm curious and I want to know how Lena felt when she took your dick into her wet mouth." "No, Vova. She is a girl and you are a little boy and..." The boy grinned as he placed his small hands round Alexi's dick, the older boy gasped. "Don't worry friend, just I'm curious; I want you to do it to me, too." Alexi squirmed as for a few seconds Vova took the teenager's dickhead into his mouth sucking it. He quickly retrieved his thick cock as a few wads of clear semen came out from it. "Wow! It is fantastic, Alexi!" Vova said. Then quickly the little boy discarded all his clothes and went on top of his friend. His dick was harder than ever before, and before Alexi could realise, instinctively, Vova started moving up and down impregnating his abdomen and crotch with the elder boy's semen, while his lips sealed against Alexi's. Sometime later, again the teenager spurted more wads of clear white semen; and probably, for the first time in his short life, the little boy reached his orgasm. They remained quiet for some time as Alexi caressed the boy's silky hair; he was almost asleep on top of the lad. Then Alexi whispered in the boy's ear. "I like you. You sent me to the stars twice. The child opened his blue eyes and grinned. "I like you, too. I'll miss you a lot, Alexi." Quickly Alexi turned over and laid the child on his back; before he could react, Alexi took into his mouth the little boy's package; this was his objective. He eagerly sucked his ball suck and then his pink boy-dick. The boy groaned closing the eyes and placing his small hands on his friend's black hair ringlets. During about ten minutes the teenager sucked, kissed and licked the boy; not only his dick also his beautiful face, chest and abdomen. The boy was very excited and expecting to get an end of what was building up in his loins. Suddenly, Alexi dragged down the dick's foreskin uncovering the little sensitive head and sucked it. This was too much for the little child. He raised his hips moaning loudly as he twisted his hips as his mind flew over the stars. Alexi stopped sucking and licking the child, as he was recovering from his orgasm. After a while, he opened his blue eyes, extended his little arms around the elder boy's neck, and kissed him on his cheek. The lad then said: "We better get dressed and return to the farmhouse; your parents must arrive soon and I want them to find us with the rest. "Yes, you are right; we'll have more times as this one. It has been great, Alexi. Thanks." Alexi felt how a strange sensation crept thru his body and impulsively hugged tenderly Vova's little body, though keeping back his tears. He knew that would be the last time he would embrace any of them. None of the children expected the terrible war that was just starting within a few days: The Second World War. In this month of 1939, the Nazis forces invaded Poland, commencing the greatest tragedy ever took place on this Planet. EPILOGUE -------------- "This is almost everything, Vasia." The blond boy stared at his grandfather seriously and to the picture he had on his hand. "Still there are many things that I want you to tell me, Grandpa." The old man grinned for his child's curiosity and intelligence. "Please, start about what happened when you arrived in Russia." "I'll tell you almost everything as short as possible; I don't want to repeat everything again. We found that the Black Sea was not black. We remained in the same school until we were 14 y/o; then we were chosen for high studies in the University. My brother and his girl, Aunty Linda, were great musicians, and he a good chess player; this caused that Linda and Miguel continued together and they were not separated, as Lena and me. I wish you could have watched Uncle Miguel standing on the music stand with the baton on his right hand conducting the young boys' band; he seemed a God." Alexi deeply sighed. He then continued. "The Republic lost the War, and the Second World War started. Miguel and Linda spent all their free time going from one place to another, playing the piano and violin to entertain the troops; they always received them with cheers and applause. I went to a laboratory with my professor. They had placed it in a deep hideout under the Urals Mountains; there, I knew Granny. We lost track of our father until some years later when the terrible war was over." "I know this part of our history." The boy said. Lósif Stalin died on March 1953, and things started to change for better. My father travelled many times to Mexico meeting my Great Grandpa, but he never came to Russia." "Yes, you are right. Our father did not trust our authorities. During Khrushchev's Government, all of us travelled to Mexico to meet him. It was great when he knew all his grandsons and granddaughters. He had raised a great fortune that today is run by your father. He passed away 1985 at the age of 84." The boy paused for some seconds and then asked: "Did you have any news regarding your mother, my great Grandma?" The man did not want to answer that question, he never did before, but this was a special moment with one special grandson. He caressed the boy's silky blond hair and said. "When we tested the first bomb in 1949, I befriended a KGB officer of my age; friend of Aunty Lena, who also was a high officer of that Organization. He told me she had died in Spain fighting the Fascists. I didn't insist, but years later my father explained to me she was not welcomed in Russia; Stalin's people did not like her." Then the boy made another question. "Did you see Vova and his family again?" "No, I didn't. Many years later, I read in the newspaper that Vova had been appointed for a very high position in the Ministry of Agriculture; most likely, after the War, he graduated as Expert on Economics. I didn't contact him; I preferred to look after my family, following the advice from your great Grandpa." "I understand." The blond boy looked intensely at the picture. "Grandpa, I guess who you are and Sven in this picture, but who is the boy near you? He seems was very happy in those moments." "All of us were in high spirit in those moments. The boy near Sven was Bill; he used to say he was a queer and a cocksucker. I wonder if he was right. Boys change a lot after puberty. The one near me..." The old man sighed. "Can't you identify him?" The man looked at his expensive wristwatch. "No grandpa, I cannot." "For me, he was the most precious person that ever existed. He will be here within an hour if trains don't fail and are punctual." The boy grinned. "Ah! Was he Uncle Miguel, my Godfather?" "Exactly!" "He was a beautiful boy, grandpa. It isn't strange you loved him so much!" "Not only beautiful, Vasia; he had and still has, the greatest heart ever existed; I think his grandson, your cousin Nikolai, has inherited these qualities. Right from the beginning, he loved Russia and did his best to make of this country a great democratic one. He and Aunty Linda conducted and played many bands around the World, and never made a bad comment about Russian situation, in spite of the difficult moments that we went thru, especially while Staling was running this country. He always said "The people pass away, but Russia will remain forever. You, little child, will see that, I hope." "But grandpa, everybody, even the teachers in my school, says that you were a great scientific, and after the Great War the Americans wanted you to join them." "Yes, that's true. They offered us a good position in their capitalist society; they also tempted Uncle Miguel and Aunty Linda; but we put that point clear: We'll never betray the country which received us with open arms when we were only unknown Spanish abandoned children." Suddenly, they heard a noisy conversation on the front door, Vasia then stood and ran to meet his Godparents and his last twin grandchildren, Nikolai and Raphael; he loved them, especially Nikko, as he called him. However, he also watched how a tall man with white hair and blue eyes descended from the luxury car. The boys hugged and Vasia kissed Miguel and Linda. Then the tall man asked in perfect Russian: "I suppose you are Vasia, am I right? Where is your grandpa?" The boy watched carefully the adult for some seconds and grinned. "Yes, sir, you suppose well." He paused for some moments. "As I suppose you are Sven Graft. Am I right?" "Yes, you are. Let's see the greatest nightingale boy than ever existed. THE END.