Hello. This is a little story I found around on the internet, on a very old archive page, and I translated my self from Spanish. There may be some mistakes. Also, if you like it, i'd love to hear it :D. fpercedal@gmail.com. Enjoy!
How was `Lola del Rio' born? I don't know if saying "born" is even right. To be born means a sudden event, but `Lola del Rio' wasn't a sudden event. No, I wouldn't say it was born. More like - formed. No. Not even that. I will talk about how I modeled `Lola del Río'. Because I modeled `Lola del Río'.
Allow me to elaborate:
It must have been about ten years ago. I'm really bad with dates. My brain doesn't seem to understand time like the others... But that doesn't matter. What matters is what happened, not when. So let's just say ten years and deal with it.
At that time, I taught drawing at a school in Madrid. A small and discreet school, very exclusive, installed inside a mansion on a narrow street parallel to Castellana, near the Museum of Natural Sciences. Nothing important really. One more eccentricity. Yes, that's right: I didn't need to work there, or anywhere, for that matter. I already had this splendid inherited fortune that allowed me to enjoy a dream life without having done anything in my life to deserve it. Perhaps that was why, when I finished Fine Arts, I decided to redeem myself with the world by dedicating myself to forming the artistic spirit of those boys from good families, as if I intended with that mission -vage, it is true- to restore the balance in the universe and justify my stay in it. Sins of the youth. More pride than humility, if you stop to think about it. The fact is that I let my days pass in that decadent environment, surrounded by elegant boys, splendidly educated, gorgeous and impeccably dressed who learned English with two different accents, economics since childhood...
One afternoon, while I was walking, reading a book through one of the quieter corridors of the building, I heard a barely perceptible noise that piqued my curiosity. At ground level, there was a row of small windows that once illuminated a fencing room in the semi-basement that, even then, in a world where fencing was not necessary to be a knight, had been abandoned and condemned to remain as a dusty warehouse for all those things that nobody knows why they are not thrown away when they get old in schools.
I stopped in my tracks, pricked up my ears, and, after a pause, just as I was about to forget the matter, taking it for an illusion, I heard again what seemed to me a muffled moan.
I walked in silence to the end of the corridor, and I could see that the door that gave access to the short stairs of the warehouse was slightly open. Driven by curiosity, I descended half a dozen, perhaps ten steps, and found myself in the semi-darkness of a long room of considerable proportions, where dust ruled over an enormous mass of old desks, blackboards, cardboard boxes, and furniture stacked in anarchy that turned the place into a labyrinth.
For some reason I decided to be quiet and unobtrusive. Something impelled me to advance without revealing my presence. After a few steps, the shadow of movement through a crack in a pile of furniture put a hint of shape to the throaty, rhythmic sound I was already getting used to. I moved silently one more step until I got the perspective that would allow me to glimpse between two desks what was happening and... My God! I lacked very little to give a shout. Before my eyes, lying on a table was Don Julio, the head of studies. Kneeling at his feet, one of the boys, whose only school uniform I could see, seemed to be giving him fellatio. His head moved back and forth, making a barely audible noise, like a delicate splash, the rhythm of which synchronized with his deep, raspy breathing. I could see how the bastard held his head with his hands causing what seemed to me to be an arcade, and he kept it pressed against the fly of his pants for a few seconds while he trembled.
Suddenly he took his cock out of the boy's mouth, put it back in its place and I could clearly hear how, in a very low voice, he said to him:
-Now wait a while before leaving.
And he hurried away, leaving the boy on his knees.
As soon as I got over the shock, impelled by the irrepressible impulse of a Good Samaritan, I advanced as best I could the few steps that separated me from the boy.
-Does it happen often?
-... Almost every day...
He didn't look me in the eye. It formed a disturbing picture: on his knees, with an averted look, agitated breathing... I could see that under his pants the bulge of his erect member was drawn and I noticed, horrified, that the same thing happened with mine. I had to overcome the revulsion caused by the images that came to my head to be able to speak to him again, instead of running away, determined, I believed, to do my duty.
-I have boarding school tonight. After dinner you go through the guard room. We have to talk about this matter and see what we do.
I left there in a dash. Before going out into the hallway I had to put my hands in my pockets to hide the obscene swelling caused by the recurring image that haunted my imagination: that boy kneeling before me swallowing my cock over and over again. I couldn't help it. It tormented me while causing me very intense discomfort. Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined sharing anything with another man.
I let the rest of the afternoon pass as best I could. I tried to correct exams locked in my office, but it was impossible for me to concentrate. I wanted to go back to reading, but I had lost the book, I guessed in that cursed basement. I could barely swallow a bite of dinner. Later, I locked myself in the immaculate dormitory that was reserved for the youngest professors so that we would take weekly turns for watching the nights, so calm, at least in appearance, of the boarding school.
It must have been close to eleven o'clock when I heard an almost inaudible knock on the door.
-Come in, it's open
Whoever knocked seemed to hesitate for a moment, but finally the door opened very slowly and he entered the room looking at the floor, his eyes hidden behind his fringe. He turned to lock the door. Suddenly I realized that until that moment he had not even known who I was.
It was Javier. It didn't surprise me. Javier was my student. A well-to-do thirteen-year-old son of a senior bank manager whose parents lived in the north and who had decided to send their boy to the capital to receive a good education while forging the best possible relationships with the local people. His class, the one that would help him when he grew up to open the doors that need to be opened and would form with him the group that would support him in the hard life of business.
I was paralyzed for a moment when I saw him, unable to say anything, just watching him. He was a thin boy, with defined features, slightly dark skin, black hair, thick lips and beautiful, large, dark eyes. His hair was perfectly cut, forming one of those elegant bobs that mothers liked their children to wear back then.
I noticed to my horror that my cock had hardened again at the sight of him. I had to put my hands back in my pockets. I think I blushed. I tried to focus.
-How did it happen the first time?
I wanted to get a precise idea of what was happening. If I wanted to go to the police, I needed to know precisely if it was something common, who was taking part in it, how many kids, how many teachers, for how long... I was determined to put an end to this madness, and had decided to proceed thoroughly and methodically so that no detail was slip that could spoil the "investigation".
-... He surprised me downstairs, with Pablo, like you today. He came to my room at night and told me that he had seen everything, and that I would have to do it to him or he would make sure that my parents knew.-
He spoke of that with total naturalness. He seemed to have overcome shyness, and he looked me in the eye when he spoke to me. I could see how, on the sly, his eyes sometimes went to the bulge in my pants. The possibility that he could believe that I wanted the same thing from him had me dying from embarrassment. I think I blushed. I had a hard time not stuttering.
-With Pablo?
-Yes, --he replied-- With Pablo Garcia de la Riva. He is my classmate.
-But... Do you also do it with him?
-With him?... No... Well, actually I...
-What?
-I just don't... I just suck them...
-You only suck who?
-Don Julio... Pablo... Andres Hinojosa...
I couldn't believe it. I kept asking questions, trying to figure out if what I was hearing really meant what I was deducing.
-But do you...? ...or they...?
-No. They don't do anything. I kneel down and suck them off. They cum in my mouth. They don't do anything.
-But do you...?
Javi looked me in the eye with an air of complete innocence as he spoke. He seemed to think that this was the most natural thing in the world.
-No, I... I don't... I just suck them... They cum...
-But why do you do that?
-Well I...I like it...
Through the fabric of my pants I felt my sex get wet. Javi did not hide the tremendous erection that he suffered. I felt sick, realizing how hot the boy's story made me. The image of him, kneeling in front of me, took over my imagination without being able to avoid it. His disjointed narration of him sowed more doubts in me every moment, instead of clarifying them as I had hoped.
-But... Let's see... How did all this start?
-Okey. One night, Jaime, my roommate, thinking that I was asleep, began to peel it off. Can I talk like this? --I nodded hypnotized.-- We hadn't closed the shades, and in the light of the street lamp I could see him moving it up and down. I don't know why, but it made me really hot. I noticed that mine was getting very hard and I couldn't resist, so, taking advantage of the fact that he was looking at the ceiling while he was jerking it, I crawled closer to his bed, very slowly, just to see him better. Suddenly, I don't know how it happened, I reached out and grabbed it. He seemed shocked. He looked like he was going to choke from holding his breath. But he immediately let me do it. That happens to everyone: when I start, they don't want me to stop. I was peeling it like I had seen him do. I had never done it before, but it seemed very easy. He was going crazy. He flowed nonstop a liquid, which was leaking down his cock and my hand. He was very slippery, and soon I couldn't hold on to it anymore. Just by sliding it up and down. He even put the pillow over his mouth so no one would hear him. He moaned, and his ass moved like it was going to fall off the bed. He suddenly went very stiff. The cock was hard as a rock, and he began to throb very hard, his cum coming out in a clean stream. I already knew that this happened. At school we kids talk about it. But I hadn't seen it before. When he finished he didn't say anything. He turned around and faced the wall. I went back to my bed and lay down. I had mine very hard, and it also got a little wet. At night, while I was sleeping, I think I also came, because when I woke up my pajamas wes all sticky.
-And then?
After that first narration, I already felt incapable of being ashamed. My cock had turned into an irrepressible rock. I didn't even bother to hide the tremendous erection I was suffering from, which almost hurt me. Javi looked at it openly as he talked to me, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to talk to a man who only thinks about sticking it in your mouth.
-Then things went rolling. Jaime told other friends, and they often came to our room so I could do it to them too. Sometimes several at once. I learned that the best thing was to take it out my fly, so it wouldn't hurt. One night Pablo and Andrés came to the room. I started jerking them both. When there were two of them, I preferred to sit on the chair. They would get in front of me, and I would jerk them off until they came all over me. I learned that I had to take my shirt off. The thing is that, while I was doing it, Jaime was like crazy waiting for his turn. I saw his cock, which was pulled out, and he looked like was going to get sick. His bud had turned purple, and he was looking at me like a wild animal. Pablo and Andrés laughed at him "-Don't you like it when your girlfriend beats us up?-" They told him, and he seemed more and more desperate each time. Suddenly, as if a light had been turned on him, he slipped between them, grabbed my hair and put his dick in front of my face. I did not understand. He yanked my hair hard and when I complained he shoved it into my mouth. That felt wonderful to me. I could feel his veins on my tongue, his wrinkles, the soft skin of the cocoon... Suddenly they all came at the same time. As he was leaning forward to me to suck it off, while he started to shoot his spurts of cum down my throat, the others came on my face. I thought that I was going to die of happiness. I began to suck Jaime's cock as if it was a pacifier. It kept comming out. I sometimes left his and sucked on the others. I had just discovered that I loved to drink their milk. After that the word spread among other boys... Until Don Julio appeared
-But do you...?
-I do nothing.
-Nobody touches you?
-No...
For the first time I saw his cheeks flush. That innocent boy, who had just told me so naturally how he jerked off and sucked anyone's cock, seemed embarrassed just by the fact that no one reciprocated.
-You touch it when you finish...
-No...
-But...
-The priest says you'll go blind.
-And then?
-Then nothing. Some mornings I wake up in wet pajamas. The cleaners never say anything.
-But... How long ago was this?
-I don't know... A year... Or a year and a half...
When I thought I had overcome all my capacity for surprise, that confession hit me like a knock. Javi, that poor boy, had been used by everyone for a year, or a year and a half. Apparently so excited, that it was not easy for him to judge the badness or the goodness of the matter that, on the other hand, did not seem to cause him any kind of problem. However... he did not receive any correspondence. Once, or who knows how many times a day, he would get excited like crazy eating everyone's cock and, however, day after day he went to bed excited, wet, anxious, not even daring to masturbate.
At this point in the night, my mind had become a hotbed where any crazy idea fit. When I took a step toward him, my brain told me that it was for his own good, that it wasn't fair that the boy should receive such treatment. But my cock was hard as a rock. When I quickly, eagerly unbuckled his belt and the button on his uniform shorts, I wanted to believe that it was some kind of charity thing I was doing. When I reached under his boxer shorts and grabbed that tiny, rock-hard, wet cock...
-But...
-Do not worry...
-But I'll go...?
-No, you will not go blind.
He spoke to me haltingly. His little dick, perhaps eight or ten centimeters long(3-4 inches), seemed to have a life of its own. I hastily finished undressing him, and sat him on the edge of the bed. He seemed beautiful to me like that, with its legs open, it nodded happily letting a trickle of transparent liquid flow. His skin, so tanned, with the drawing of his bathing suit so pale, the four hairs on his pubis, his feverish look ...
I sat to his right. I wrapped my arm around his shoulders as my hand peeled his skin back slowly and gently. He moaned. I couldn't help but nibble on his neck. He was trembling, convulsing in what seemed like a spasmodic cramp. I felt that wet tail beating between my fingers. It slipped between them. I pulled down the skin to uncover it completely, and he gave a delicious little cry. I let it slide rubbing against my hand as I bit down a little harder on his neck. He whimpered cuddly and shrugged his neck bringing his face up to mine. I caught his mouth with my lips and started kissing him. He responded to my kisses in a natural way. He played with my tongue. In just a few minutes I felt his cock getting harder. It seemed to want to escape me in dry, rhythmic beats. His bud was completely purple and glowing. He gripped the edge of the mattress with both hands, arched his back, and began to shoot endless streams of cum. I felt that it literally melted between my fingers. My hands were unable to contain that avalanche of sperm that slipped to the ground or landed on my clothes. He came moaning like a beautiful girl...
When he finished, his cock was still hard. Not a little hard, no: stone hard like at the beginning. He looked at me with an air of love, and I felt his fingers manipulate the fly of my pants. I was dying for him to eat my cock, which hurt, but I stopped him. I stood in front of him and let him undress me. He had a special ability, like an innate gift to turn me on. His fingers, unfastening me, brushed precisely those places on my skin that could respond most sensitively to each touch. He leaned in front of me and took it between his lips. I had to stop myself from pushing his head until he choked. I held back. Instead, I pushed him onto his back, his legs dangling off the sides of the mattress. He looked at me with an air of despair. I knelt down, his dick was before my eyes, so white, so clean, shiny... I took it between my lips. I understood what he was saying when he explained to me a while before the feeling on the lips, the elusive soft hardness of the veins, which seem to slip, the sliding of the skin over the knotty and hard body. Sometimes, I would let his small trunk escape, and I would put the almost hairless little balls in my mouth. He was whimpering like little girls in the Japanese movies. He moved his pelvis up and down, weaving his fingers into my hair...
The sensation of bursting, hardening until bursting, in my mouth was even more shocking than in the hand. I felt every vein of his cock on my tongue, on my lips. The soft hardness of his little bud. The futile resistance of each heartbeat seemed to want to escape me. When I understood what was happening, I wrapped it between my tongue and palate, and sucked as if it were my feeding bottle. He began to come convulsively, writhing. Beat by beat, he discharged his sweet and warm sperm, thick and abundant, into my mouth. He throbbed, tensed, contracted, then suddenly arched into me all the way, and then he shot out one more stream, which I swallowed greedily. When he stopped cumming, he was as erect as ever, and I was crazy. I turned him over, laying his face down, and began to slide my tongue between his buttocks, kissing the little hole in his ass, white as his milk. He bent his knees, pomping it out, as if offering himself. I marveled at his lean, muscular body, the graceful leanness of his hard muscles. I've no idea how much time I spent playing and caressing him. My tongue slid up and down, squeezing a little tighter each time. I felt his sphincters relax. My fingers toyed with his still hard cock. I started stroking it with my little finger. Very slowly, as if I was afraid of hurting him. He moaned like a hot little whore. It was the very image of desire. I played to lick him, to salivate him, to penetrate him a little more with my fingers, to peel his little dick. The little boy's girl-ish voice with which he moaned drove me crazy, his sweet sissy air, the elegance with which he allowed himself to be played with, those little noises that were barely sustained on the thin border between moan and moan. I felt on my tongue and on my finger his little ass dilate. He moved it for me in a natural way. That boy seemed to have been born to be taken, or so my imagination led me to believe. He could barely think of anything else. My dick ached.
When I placed it between his little white buttocks, a steady stream of clear fluid flowed from the tip. Javi moved his ass just a few millimeters, as if inviting me to take it. I pressed for a moment, and the end slid inside him causing him to whimper like a kitten. I was afraid of hurting him, but nothing could have stopped me. I continued to push slowly and firmly, feeling how my cock was sinking millimeter by millimeter into the ass of that precious little whore who was seducing me. He whimpered softly and moved him like tiny little pushes, like wanting to nail him all over slowly. I pulled it out carefully and went back to playing with my fingers and tongue until I heard him call me in a very low voice, between moans:
-Put it...in...me...
This time it slid more easily. He himself, getting up with his arms until he was on all fours, pushed hard until I nailed his whole. I felt the buttocks so hard pushing me in the pubis, the wobble that printed his hips. He was whimpering like a little fox, like a kitten in zeal. I caressed his dick and found that he was hard, very hard. Suddenly he broke free. He seemed to expel my cock and walk away for just an instant. If he wanted to leave, I think I would have held him with all my strength and raped him without thinking about it. But no. Looking into my eyes and smiling, he turned around and lay on his back in front of me, spreading his legs and offering it to me again. I plunged my cock into him, this time in a single thrust. He gave a little cry. I couldn't contain myself anymore. He rammed my rock hard cock over and over again. I felt when I penetrated him how his little tail slipped into my belly. He was whimpering with narrowed eyes, shifting. His sphincter, so tight it squeezed my cock as if he wanted to rip it out. He suddenly contracted. He stiffened. That last squeeze made me start to come inside him, spurting me out. His dick shot again endless streams of sperm that slid down my belly, down my chest, down my face.
Each push that I gave, striving to stick my cock deeper inside him, as if I wanted to shoot my sperm in the very center of his being, corresponded with a new pollution that exploded in my belly, with a new jet of sperm that the boy shoted on me.
A noise made me wake up when it hadn't yet dawned, and I saw, next to the bed, that Javi was getting dressed in silence, as if he didn't want to wake me up. I reached out and grabbed his wrist. I drew him to me. He knelt on the rug by the bed.
-From now on you're just going to be my whore --I whispered in his ear--.
-Yes...
-Only mine...
-Yes...
-My love...
And I could almost see through the mists of sleep as he walked silently away into the darkness of the night.
Then, later, things got complicated. But that is already a matter of another story; anyway it's getting late.
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