Date: Wed, 12 Oct 2005 14:00:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: fernandobuddy <fernandobuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love Story - part 1

This story will be told in 3 parts. It's a love story seen thru the eyes of
a boy madly in love for the first time. If you somehow identified yourself
with it, let me know. Kind of will make me know that I'm not alone!


Part One


	It's hard to say when things get their shape and definition in
life. There are those that practically are the way they are from the
beginning; and there are those that are shaped as time rolls by, like rocks
that are shaped by the many contact with water or like the tree that is
tied up to a straight pole as it is growing up and taking shape, fulfilling
the desire of the hands that decided its destiny forever. In this case,
those hands are like the hand that rocks the cradle.
	I believe the latter is my case. I became the person I am now due
to the hands that delineated my life, willingly or not, but conclusively
just the same. I don't think the man who molded my life really planned it
to be this way. Fate is fate! I think it can be compared to the act of
painting a canvas. You start with a single dot, knowing not where it will
lead you, and never plan the next stroke until it strikes and you follow it
with another, and another. In the end it comes out a work of art. One that
will be recognized as such, or one that will be left hidden in someone's
attic! In my case, the hand that rocked my cradle ruled my life!
	Such is life! We all are part of a greater mystery, like shooting
stars, being born in one country or another, having the parents each one
has, who is born and who is not... After all, lightning can strike twice
the same spot and what can we do about it? What I mean is that we all live
what we have to live, what we were meant to live! Can you say it
differently? Then why is it that you are exactly what you are? Don't you
regret things in your life? Aren't there circumstances in it you'd give an
arm just to have them changed? Certainly no one else could have lived your
life for you, and what you have been through is exactly what life had in
store for you. Had a tiny, single thing been different in your life you
would not be what you exactly are today. Something would have changed. It's
like those movies where people try to change the past, but in doing so,
they also change the future because the latter is a result of the former.
	The man who shaped my sexuality lived next door and his name is
Carlos. I say 'is' because he's still alive and when we meet from time to
time he looks at me in a way that says many things and sends me back in
time to a place called adolescence, sex, falling in love, bittersweet
memories; to a place where love came in the shape of a man. This story may
sound fictitious and surrealistic to many because of its multi aspects and
implications, but not a bit unreal and is happening everyday and all the
time all around the world, more often than we want to acknowledge it. If
you like it or identify with it, then something has been accomplished; if
you don't like it or has nothing to do with it, then, sorry seems to be the
easiest word.
	When it all began I was too young. I had just turned thirteen to be
more precise. I was discovering my body, wondering why my cock was always
hard in the morning, finding it strange to see hair growing in my groin and
in my armpits; I had just discovered that a sticky fluid could come out of
my cock if I pumped hard and long enough to make it spit, even though I
felt like dying and pissing at the same time. I still didn't have a
terminology for everything, much less in the sexual realm, nor did I know
exactly about men and women and what they did together. My knowledge was
based only on the feelings of my self-discovery. I was just a child being
formed by a man who was a lot older than I.
	Carlos must have been around thirty-three or thirty-five, and I
worshipped him. He always treated me well, always had a candy or a lollipop
for me. I remember sitting on the steps in front of my house waiting for
him to return home after work only to be rewarded with a big smile and a
hand disheveling my hair while he asked me about my day and what I had been
up to. He would spend a few minutes with me as if I were his buddy. I liked
most when he would most naturally pull me against his man-smelling chest
and laugh good-naturedly of something I said and pat me on the back to then
get up and head home. He is that kind of person that attracts people to him
like a magnet, with friendly nature, infectious grin and easy laughter. Of
course I must have thought he was a hunk the first time I saw him, even
being little, but only now I realize that he was indeed very handsome.
During all the time since I met him I learned that people liked to look at
him because he was overwhelmingly attractive. But he had other gifts than
mere outward appearances. He had a rich and lively intelligence that tended
more toward sensibility.
	He lived alone and there was only a wall separating our yards. He
had a girlfriend (she became his wife three years later) and many times I
heard him say, as if saying to himself, that she was very bad to him and
didn't give him what he wanted. I always wanted to know what it was that
she refused to give him that he complained about so much, thinking that she
had gotten hold of something that belonged to him and didn't want to return
it. Once I asked him what it was that he wanted from his girlfriend and he
laughed and told me that I still was too young to understand the facts of
life. But he cupped his groin, without meaning to provoke me (no, not at
that time yet), and rubbed it up and down twice in a gesture that meant,
"be quiet!" Of course I guessed his meaning and his gesture made me feel
funny. For a fleeting moment I was jealous of his girlfriend, but I didn't
really know why.
	I didn't live with my parents because they had to work and moved to
another city in search of a better job and left me with an aunt, my
mother's sister, who had other two children. Another reason my parents
didn't take me with them was because it was the middle of my school year
and they didn't want me to get behind in my education. And besides they
weren't that far from us, only a few miles, and we saw each other quite
often.
	Everyone at home liked Carlos and he and my uncle were real
buddies, always together, playing soccer, fishing, etc. On the few
occasions my uncle and aunt had to be away from home for a day or two they
would ask Carlos to sleep in their house so that the children felt secure
and safe. I loved those occasions! I loved them because I would have the
chance to spend more time with my idol, the man who played soccer with me
in the back yard on Saturday afternoons, who brought me comics regularly
and who fixed my bike or other things when they broke or didn't function
properly. In a way I think he tried to play the role of the father I did
not have around like my cousins did. And it was in one of those nights he
spent with us that my life changed forever; that night he tied my fate
up. He became those hands that arranged the young tree-to-be in the
position it should grow, although he did not have any clue he was doing
so. That night he gave the first stroke in the canvas of my sexual life; he
painted the first dot of his masterpiece.
	We watched TV until late and my cousins, being only eight and ten
years old, were in bed already. It was Friday and there would be no school
the next day. I stayed a little longer because I wanted to take pleasure in
his presence, wanted to be near him. He smelled wonderfully, a mix of soap,
his own smell and a faint trace of cologne, I don't know. He was a big man,
well built and strong. His chest was hairy and so were his legs. I knew
that because he was wearing a pair of shorts and also because I had seen
him like that many other times before. He asked me if I wasn't ready for
bed yet and I told him that I was but that I wanted to stay a little longer
with him. He smiled and pulled me against him in his so familiar and
playful way, and I nudged against him, my head resting on his chest.
	He held me there that way and we watched TV a little more, his
chest rising and falling, his heartbeat pounding in my ear. I felt so
secure, so loved! After a while he patted me on the shoulder and said it
was bedtime as he guided me to the bathroom and he told me to brush my
teeth. When I was finishing he entered the bathroom and began pissing. I
simply stood there and looked at him thru the mirror. He was leaning
forward, one hand on the wall and the other holding his cock as a strong
stream of piss flowed into the bowl. He finished, shook it and turned to
me, catching me staring at his cock. He smiled shyly and pushed me gently
away from the sink, telling me it was his turn to brush his teeth.
	My uncle had made it clear that he could sleep in his double bed,
instead of the couch, and he said goodnight to me and closed the bedroom
door, already undressing. I wanted so much to sleep in the same bed with
him. But how would I tell him that? I went to my bedroom and tried to sleep
but I was feeling restless; it wasn't something I could explain or
rationalize, I just felt a knot in my throat and a longing for him. I still
felt the warmth of his chest and the touch of his hand on my shoulder; I
still could hear his heartbeat in my ear and there was this funny sensation
building up in the pit of my belly, or was it a little lower, between my
legs, causing my little cock to react strangely? Well, maybe he would be
mad at me and tell me to get back to bed, but I had made up my mind.
	Looking at my cousins once again I got up and headed for his closed
door only in my night shorts. Ever so slowly I crept into the bed after
closing the door behind me. He was sound asleep and didn't hear me. The
night was hot, and even not being able to see him clearly I knew he was
sleeping only in his underwear. His frame was sprawled on the bed and that
twitch happened again between my legs. I didn't comprehend at that moment
that I was experiencing the first symptoms of horniness, but I knew
instinctively that I was being awaken to something that would take hold and
control my whole life from that moment on.
	He certainly was a light sleeper because he raised his head when I
lay next to him and asked me what was going on and why I was there. I told
him that my bed was very uncomfortable and asked if I could sleep with him
because I didn't want to go back to it. He eyed me a moment longer, his
head cocked to one side trying to decide what to do and finally he asked if
I was all right. I told him that I was and that I'd rather sleep with him
than with my cousins, adding that I enjoyed his presence more than
theirs. To make things more convincing I also said that I had had an ugly
dream and really didn't want to go back to my bedroom. Of course he found
it strange that a dream would scare a thirteen year-old boy, but he just
let it pass. I think that he was already fighting a battle in his spirit, a
fight I came to witness the following days.
	- "Come here, boy," he said and pulled me against his hairy chest,
like a father would do to his child, and brought me closer to him, my head
resting over his left arm, our bodies only inches from touching each
other. The warmth emanating from him was too strong and my face touched his
chest while his hands rested on my back, caressing me lightly, in an
attempt to sooth me. "It's OK, you can sleep here tonight. Try to sleep
now!"
	I felt safe in his embrace and also conscious of his male body
close to mine. I thought I would not be able to sleep for the rest of the
night and never really realized I was asleep until the moment I woke up
much later. It wasn't time to get up yet, but dawn was certainly just one
or two hours away because I could see more clearly in the room. My position
in bed had changed because now I wasn't facing him; my face wasn't nesting
on his chest anymore. Now I was spooned against his body and he was holding
me from behind, chest to back, crotch to butt and legs to legs, only his
were longer than mine. I could also feel his deep breathing on the back of
my neck. My head was still resting on his upper arm and his right one was
draped over me, holding me tight and close to him. He seemed to sleep very
comfortably with someone in his arms, as if he were used to that.
	Awakening in that position, being held by the man I came to adore,
knowing that he was comfortable with me in his bed to the point of sleeping
soundly beside me made me too conscious of his body and I wondered for a
moment that it wasn't something a man should be doing, that is, we
shouldn't be sleeping together, holding each other that way. But then I
just told myself that I didn't mind if we were two men sleeping together,
didn't care if we were right or wrong. All I cared for was to enjoy being
near him. And then my mind went to the fact that his crotch was touching my
butt, I could even feel the soft lump on his underwear pressing against my
cheeks. Even though it wasn't hard I could clearly feel it delineated
against my buns. My prick gave a twitch and I wiggled my butt at his
cock. What was I doing? I didn't know, but I wanted to feel him better,
wanted to feel it more accentuated against my ass.
	Carlos agitated in his sleep, readjusted himself a little but
basically remained in the same position. For a moment his breathing became
lighter and it seemed to me that he had awakened. His body readjusted again
against mine, and his crotch gave a distinct thrust at my butt, pressing
harder against me. I remained quiet and something moved inside his
underwear. I felt the bulge begin to grow and elongate. At the same time
his arm pulled me closer to him and he thrust his hips carefully at me,
pressing his hardening cock into me, feeling my round butt tentatively. It
felt so good, so frightening and so exciting at the same time that I
wiggled again with my butt, trying to prolong the sensation of having his
cock lengthening against my ass.
	- "Are you awake?" he asked me under his breath. I said 'yes' and
he asked me if I was all right. I told him that I was and pressed back
against him, eliminating any empty space between us, moving my ass against
his cock, still hard, twitching at my butt, showing him that it was OK with
me. He didn't say another word and also didn't do anything else, only held
me in his arms and hugged me, but his cock remained hard against me for a
long time until we fell asleep again. The next time we woke up it was
completely day and time to get going.

2nd Part

	- "Hey, kiddo, what was that? Did you have a bad dream and came
running to my bed?" He asked mocking me with a half smile, stretching
himself, raising his arms, his joints cracking.
	- "Yeah," I said shyly. "I didn't want to sleep alone but I didn't
want to bother you either. I'm sorry!"
	- "Hey, buddy, that's OK, you didn't bother me. I also had bad
dreams when I was your age and I know how good it is to run to your
parents' bed." He didn't mention the fact that I was too old to be scared
by a bad dream.
	- "Didn't you mind me behaving like a baby, crawling into your
arms?"
	- "Nope. If you were smelly I would have minded, but actually you
smell very good. Did you mind?" He counter asked.
	- "No," I said. "To tell you the truth I liked it very much. I
liked sleeping in your arms, if felt like my father's." He smiled and
pushed me and we began to wrestle like two kids. Once again our bodies came
in contact but this time he was not humping me while he tickled me, and we
cracked up.
	After breakfast Carlos went to his house to wash his car as he did
every Saturday, but said he would be back for lunch. From my window I
watched him dressed only in shorts, which eventually got all wet, becoming
a second skin, as he cared about his car. My eyes never left him, observing
every move, everything he did. He was so energetic, so vital that I wanted
to snug in his arms again. At lunch we laughed and talked while we ate
hungrily the food prepared by the woman who helped my aunt during the
day. Since it was Saturday she worked only part-time and soon she left
leaving us alone. She would be back only Monday, the same day my uncle and
aunt would arrive, too. My cousins wanted to watch TV but I was too
restless to stop for even ten minutes with them. I asked Carlos what he
would do and he said that he was going to meet his girlfriend and would be
back after dinner only. After checking with my cousins and I if we were all
right he got in his car and disappeared.
	I didn't know what to do for the rest of the day, but I managed to
survive. I tried to concentrate on a thousand things but my mind always
returned to the previous night and to what was happening with me. I didn't
rationalize or pondered about my feelings because I didn't even know what
to think. I was discovering the world and my own life, my feelings, my
body. Why was it that I felt this way? Why the presence of Carlos was so
important to me, and why did he make me feel that way, a void in my belly
and this longing for his touch?
	The sight of his car stopping in front of his house made my heart
lighter and the burden, I didn't know I was carrying, was lifted off me. I
ran to him and hugged him tightly. Someone watching from a distance would
have seen a display of love from the part of a little boy to his uncle or
his father, maybe, but for me it was my heart telling him that I loved him
very much and that I had missed him terribly while he had been away. He
must have thought it funny because he smiled and said:
	- "Hey, Champ, what's the matter? You OK?" I said 'yes' quickly and
looked up at him, showing my genuine happiness for seeing him again. He
tousled my hair and opened the trunk. "OK, kiddo, help me get these things
inside!" And I gladly followed him with my arms full of his clothes, washed
and ironed, that he probably had brought from his girlfriend's house.
	Once inside I helped him hang his clothes in his closet and I used
the opportunity to caress his pants and shirts. He asked how my day had
been and what I had been up to and when I said my day had been boring with
nothing to do, I suddenly felt a knot in my throat and sobs rose up for no
apparent reason, and I began crying softly. Maybe the crying was because I
felt so lonely, lost and had missed him, I don't know. He got seriously
worried with me, left his things aside, pulled me to him and sat on the bed
with me on his lap.
	- "Hey, Champ, what is it? Come here. Has anything happened that
you want to tell me? What's the problem?" I didn't know what the problem
was. I just felt like crying and so I did while he combed my hair with his
fingers, rocking me gently, waiting for the sobs to subside. After a while
I finally put a grip on myself and raised my face to him, my eyes still
wet. He was looking at me so tenderly and there were those wrinkles of
concern on his forehead.
	- "I'm sorry!" I said under my breath. "I..., I'm OK now!" He
kissed me softly on the forehead and asked if I was sure. I reassured him
and tried to pull away from him, but he held me a little longer, his arms
still holding me, my head still against his chest.
	- "Look," he said, "I'm gonna take a shower, then we'll eat
something and you tell me what happened, deal?" I agreed and he got up and
went to the bathroom. I heard the water falling but didn't have the courage
to watch him take his shower although he had not closed the door.
	One thing Carlos always did that I liked very much was to listen to
music. Every moment he spent at home there was music playing somewhere. He
had at least three CD players around the house - kitchen, bedroom and one
in the bathroom - not mentioning the bigger stereo system he had in the
living room. If I were asked I could name many, many songs that remind me
of him, songs I heard while we were together or that I heard him singing
when he was by himself and thought nobody was around. That night, while he
took his bath, Jewel was singing 'Foolish Games' and up to this day the
words still flutter in my ears.
	He came out wrapped in a towel and chose an underwear in the drawer
and put it on. His back was to me and he put it quickly, but I had the
chance to see his hairy buttocks before he turned to me adjusting his cock
inside. He acted naturally and so I tried to do the same. I pretended that
I was not looking but my heart was a few beats ahead of normalcy. Seeing
him only in his undies, his hairy, strong torso naked before me was almost
unbearable. He put shorts, a t-shirt and a pair of sneakers and invited me
to the kitchen. There he prepared us two sandwiches and served us two
cokes, followed by two ice creams. Now I felt much better and even a little
bit ashamed of my baby outburst, but he made me feel comfortable and pretty
soon we were laughing. That was Carlos! He never made me feel smaller, nor
compared me to other people. I asked him if his girlfriend had given him
what he wanted and he laughed even harder, saying that she was tough and
seemed to have some pleasure in treating him the way she did. He added
saying that the only thing she had given him was "blue balls." We cracked
up but I had not understood what he meant by that and told him so. With a
smirk he said that she always let him touch her breasts, caress her butt
but when the party was getting better she would send him away with his cock
hard and the balls aching, meaning 'blue balls'. I laughed hard this time
and he followed me when he saw that I thought it was funny.
	- "Do you think it is funny to have your balls aching, crying out
to be relieved and there's nothing you can do? It's not, my little buddy."
He decided to change the subject. "But, anyway, let's get moving 'cause
your cousins are waiting for us, and besides, sooner or later she will give
in and I will make her pay for all the blue balls she gave me!" He said
getting up and we laughed a little more while he locked his house and we
headed to mine.
	It's funny how our mind stores information in secluded places
inside our brain only to liberate them eons later at specific moments and
places in time. For example, right now I can remember that when we were
walking the short distance that separated our houses we inhaled this
fragrance in the air, and I can detect it now almost as if it is permeating
the very air I breath this moment. It was the fragrant scent of a flower we
call "Lady of the Night" because it releases its sweet odor only at night;
and is a very delicate and delicious scent that lingers forever without
being a nuisance.
	My cousins were all right, the maid had baked a cake before she
left and everything was all right. Just like the previous night we watched
TV and I waited until it was only Carlos and I on the couch to, once again,
rest my head on his shoulder, making him open his arms and take me in. We
watched 'The Shinning', a movie based on a Stephen King's novel, and then
it was time to go to bed. I didn't know if he would simply say goodnight
and go to his bed, but I had decided that I would sleep with him
again. Nothing on earth would dissuade me from that idea.
	- "Ready to go to sleep, my boy?" He asked stretching his arms.
	- "Yeah, but I want to sleep with you again, can I? Please!" He
smiled at my pleading tone and disarranged my hair playfully.
	- "Sure, you crying baby, you can sleep with your daddy here. Don't
wanna be blamed for letting you cry after having a bad dream. And besides,
I enjoyed having you in my bed last night." He said and got up. He didn't
know but my heart exploded in million fragments of joy.
	- "Really? Me, too!" I said too loud in my excitement.
	- "Sssshhhhh!" He put a finger to his lips. "You'll awake your
cousins. Come on, let's go. Brush your teeth, take a pee and go to bed."
He said and slapped me in the butt. In no time at all I was already in bed
waiting for him who was still in the bathroom. Then he closed the door,
turned the light off and took his side of the bed. Once again I was lying
next to him with the whole night still ahead of us. I did not have any plan
in mind and sex was something that I still didn't have an opinion about,
although the electricity I felt in the air and in my body had everything to
do with sex. Of course I felt this attraction for him, this desire of
touching his body, caressing his chest, kissing him, but it was only an
idea floating in my mind, a pull from a magnet that called me closer. It
might seem strange but up to then I still was learning what jack-off meant,
having cum only a few times almost accidentally while taking my bath.
	- "You're OK, Champ?" He asked trying to find a good position in
bed.
	- "I..., yeah, I'm OK, but... can we sleep like last night?" I bit
my lip and waited for his answer. Thank God the light was off and he could
not see my face.
	- "You mean, you want to sleep in my arms?"
	- "Yes, can I?"
	- "Are you scared because of the movie? Maybe it hasn't been a good
idea watching it after all, not after your last night's bad dream." He
sounded as if he wanted to have the right excuses for himself.
	- "A little, but that's not all!" I said honestly. My father always
told me to stay out of trouble and I sensed that I was doing exactly the
opposite, although he meant other kind of trouble.
	- "Oh, no? What more is there for you to want to sleep in my arms?"
He pressed me. "Did you... Did you like me hugging you like I did?" He
didn't sound like he was uncomfortable; I think he was even a little bit
amused.
	- "Yeah, I did! I felt secure in your arms, you made me feel safe,
but I also felt something funny when you touched me in the butt
with... with your penis!" I didn't know how to continue. If I knew better I
would have told him that I was in love with him, that I wanted him to take
me in his arms again and love me... that his touch had gently conquered my
mind...
	- "Did you feel my... penis touching your butt?"
	- "Yeah! It was hard and twitched against my buns and I felt funny;
I... I wanted... "
	- "You wanted what?" He waited for my answer and seemed interested
in knowing what I felt.
	- "I wanted to touch it with my hands."
	He fell silent and I began to feel uncomfortable. Had I said
something he didn't like? Was he mad at me? What should I do now?
	- "I'm sorry!" I said feeling terribly rejected. I was feeling as
vulnerable as china.
	- "No," he said awakening from his thoughts. "No, please, I'm
sorry." He reached out and pulled me against him, holding my head on his
chest. Once again my face came in contact with his naked, hairy
chest. "Don't feel sorry, you haven't done anything wrong. If there's
anyone to blame here it is I, not you. I shouldn't have done that to
you. It's just that we were so close together and I was half asleep that I
simply let it happen."
	- "You're not mad at me?" I asked hopefully, my face still buried
in his good-smelling chest.
	- "No, kiddo, not at all," he smiled. "I'm just worried because I
should not have made you feel like you did something wrong and also because
if you want to sleep in my arms tonight it is something that I might not me
able to control, I mean, stop my cock from getting hard again because I am
so overcharged lately that the slightest touch can send it dancing. And I
don't think it is a good idea having it hard against your butt like
yesterday." He was really concerned about what could happen between
us. "All right? It's better if we sleep each one in his own side of the
bed."
	- "No, please!" I told him again. "I don't mind if you get hard
again... I... I even want you to press it hard against my butt
again. Please! Unless you don't like me and don't want me close to you!" I
said evil-mindedly, even though I knew that it was not the case, but I
wanted to force him to let me touch him.
	- "No, kiddo, I love you very much, you are the only boy I like as
I would like my own son. And that's the problem. If we sleep together like
last night I might feel like doing things to you that would not be proper
or that could even hurt you. How do you feel if I stick my cock between
your thighs? Would you like that? I guess not! But when my cock gets hard I
want to stick it up somewhere and because I love you I don't want to
embarrass you or make you feel uncomfortable, doing something you don't
want!" He was being honest and I felt he was anguished with the whole
situation, although I had the feeling that he was choosing the right words
and playing with them. He was suggesting me ideas.
	- "But I want you to do that to me." I whispered and marveled at
the thought. I hadn't thought of that.
	- "What?"
	- "I want you to stick your cock between my thighs the way you
want. I don't feel uncomfortable if you want to do to me what you would do
to your girlfriend. And besides you said you've got blue balls and that
will help you, won't it?"
	Once again he remained silent for a long time. I moved in his arms
and turned my back to him and pulled his right arm over me. He cuddled
against me and his crotch came to mold my butt. The moment the bulge of his
cock touched my butt I felt it beginning to length and to grow.
	- "Oh, please, kiddo, let's stop this right now, this is not right
and you don't know what you are doing!"
	- "No!" I said, "Please, I know what I'm doing and I want you to do
it to me. Take care of your blue balls." I said and reached behind me and
cupped his hard cock, squeezing it lightly, causing it to twitch in my hand
and I marveled at the new feeling. He moaned softly and said:
	- "Oh, Jesus, what am I doing?" He sounded both desperate and lost
at the same time. I retrieved my hand from his cock and took his hand and
brought it to my face. Taking his thumb in my hand I put it in my mouth and
began sucking on it. He emitted an "Oh!" and his cock jumped in his undies;
that told me that he was aroused and I had strung the right cord in his
body. At that moment I didn't know it, but now I know that I acted like a
whore and that men like to be sucked, be it his cock or his finger, which,
in a way, resembles a cock. He moaned again and I sucked harder on his
thumb, running my tongue around it. I lowered my hand again and, once more,
got hold of his cock and rubbed my fingers lightly over it.
	- "Oh, my God!" He whispered. He was breathing hard and fast on the
back of my neck, his chest covering my back and I inserted my hand in his
underwear and made his cock jump out. Now I had his warm cock throbbing in
my hand. He grunted and I held it tightly. Still, he didn't act on his own;
actually, he was only reacting to my moves. I let go of his cock and
lowered my own shorts; now there was nothing between us, not one piece of
clothes. The touch of my bare buns made him groan louder and he showed, for
the first time, that he, maybe, was loosing the battle against his will
because he glued his crotch on my buns and his cock sank in my crack.
	- "Holly shit, you've got a boiler here!" And he held me tight
against him, his thumb still being sucked and his cock nested in my
crack. He didn't know it but his cock was boiling hot, too. The moment it
laid between my cheeks I received an electric charge of high voltage that
made my head spin. Why did the simple touch of his penis on my butt send a
shiver thru my body, forming goose bumps all over? I trembled in his arms
and he felt it.
	- "Are you all right? Is this OK with you?"
	- "Yeah, it's just that it feels so good and I don't know what made
me shiver." I told him, letting his thumb escape from my mouth. "I felt
something weird in my butt and I don't know what to do."
	- "What did you feel in your butt? Did I hurt you when I pushed?"
He began to get away from me and I said quickly: - "No, no... I felt
something... like... when your penis touched my butt and rubbed my asshole
I felt like opening myself down there... I don't know why I felt that, but
it made me wish you kept rubbing me there".
	- "Did you feel that? Did you like the feel of my cock rubbing your
asshole?"
	- "Yeah, I did. It's so good. And why is it slippery now?" I asked
him because his cock had begun to slide more easily in my crack as if he
had wet it.
	- "It's because I'm leaking." He said simply.
	- "Leaking? Why is that?"
	- "When I get too excited, like I am now with my cock hard, there
is this precum that leaks from my cock to make the entrance easier when I
am fucking a woman. It helps the penetration." Although we were having this
conversation he still kept grinding his cock into my crack.
	- "You mean when you fuck a woman you stick your cock into her
ass?" I asked.
	- "Not her ass, but her vagina, her pussy!"
	- "Is that what you want to do with your girlfriend and she doesn't
let you?"
	- "Yeah, that's exactly it! That's why I have blue balls and
something is telling me that I will have blue balls right now because we
are doing this and my cock is rock hard, the way you can feel it. One more
reason why we should stop this now, OK? I already feel my balls hurting,
almost exploding. Let's try to get some sleep, Champ!" He pulled his cock
from my butt and began moving away from me, but I stopped him with a quick
'No!'
	- "No, Carlos, please don't stop, it's so good."
	- "Yeah, I know, kid, I think it's good, too, but my balls are
hurting and I need to do something if I want to get some sleep tonight."
	- "What do you do when you have blue balls? What makes it stop
hurting?"
	- "I have to jack off." He said.
	- "Jack off?" I pretended being a dumb.
	- "Yeah! Jack off, beat my meat, get my rocks off; and right now I
need to do that."
	- "I can help you, please let me help you. Why don't you get your
rocks off with me? Then you can have some sleep." I said and wiggled at his
cock again. I also swallowed his thumb again and sucked on it, remembering
that he had enjoyed the first time I did that. His cock came between my
cheeks again and slid between my thighs, not only in my crack anymore; I
felt it travel inside my thighs, rubbing my hole, touching my balls, and
leaving a trail of precum behind, like a snail.
	- "Oohhh!..." I moaned and contorted in his arms, and he nibbled at
my earlobe.
	- "D'you like this?" His voice was hoarse and his cock pulled away
and came back again, making use of the precum it had left behind, and
charged again slipping inside my thighs, liberating more precum. "D'you
like my cock between your thighs?"
	- "Oh, yeah... it feels so good! Keep doing that, please, it's so
good to feel it touching my butthole and my balls." I urged him.
	- "Well, I think I can get my rocks off with you. If I keep doing
this it won't take long. Are you sure you like it? Can I cum in your
thighs?" He asked but I knew that he wasn't really asking for approval,
because his cock was already being pistoned in and out of my thighs. It was
just because he felt like talking to me while he did that. He seemed to get
aroused by talking about what we were doing. And the way he spoke turned me
on, too, because he was whispering in my ear, his voice full of lust.
	- "Please, Carlos, get your rocks off with me, cum between my legs,
cum in my thighs..." I said although I didn't really know what could
happen. But he was way beyond control now.
	He removed his thumb from my mouth and I felt his hand slide over
my chest and belly, causing me to tremble again at this provocation. I
moaned and he reached my cock, which was hard, and grabbed my cock and
balls in his hand. He also lodged the head of his cock in his hand when he
pushed deep between my legs. For a few minutes he drove his cock fiercely
between my thighs, making it lodge in his hand, which became profusely
slimy with precum, and he smeared my balls and cock with it. I was groaning
intermittently now and my body began to writhe in pleasure and he, too, was
too excited. His breathing was eager now as his hips smashed into my butt
and he chewed on my earlobe again. The idea of doing something wrong seemed
to have left his mind because now he was acting like we were a couple, boy
and girl. He didn't simply fuck my thighs, no way; he was caressing me,
kissing me, making love to me!
	- "Ah, kiddo, I'm gonna cum in your thighs... I'm gonna
finish... now... yeah..." He shoved his cock into my thighs and stopped
abruptly, his hand holding my cock and balls, and the head of his cock,
which began to buck and spit thick wads of cum. I felt it twitch between my
thighs at every spurt his cock gave, spewing his cum, creaming his hand and
also my balls and cock.  After a little while, when he finally relaxed and
his cock retracted, he let go of my cock and didn't know what to do with
his hand, which I took again and brought his thumb to my mouth, intending
to suck on it a little more. The moment I swallowed it I felt this viscous
thing smearing my lips and also my tongue.
	- "Be careful." he said quickly, "my hand is full of cum. I've
gotta wash it before we make a mess." I already knew what I would do
next. I really didn't plan it, but if that was something that came from his
body and thru his penis, then I wanted to taste it.
	- "It seems there's a lot of cum in your hand!" I said turning his
hand toward my mouth.
	- "Yes, there's a lot. I had to cum in my hand to prevent from
smearing the sheets and now I've gotta wash it." He said and started to
move but I held his hand and told him to wait. He froze and held his hand
in mid-air. I stuck my tongue out and began licking it. It was completely
covered with his cum, thick, creamy cum, and I lapped at it, removing the
slimy layer of his spunk from the palm and fingers. It was a taste
completely different from everything I knew and maybe I wouldn't have liked
it if I didn't know what it was. But since I knew it was his cum, I ate it
like you eat an ice cream, and found it delicious. Nothing remained on his
hand and fingers; only the smears around my mouth, nose and chin; there was
also this tangy smell of cum permeating my nostrils.
	- "It's so good!" I said when I finished and he remained silent. "I
hope you don't mind. I wanted to taste it because I knew it was your cum."
	- "It's OK! I simply wasn't expecting this." He had lost a little
of his cheerfulness now that he had cum. "Uhn... things kind of got out of
control here, right?" He gave a wry smile, a little embarrassed,
distant. "I..., we better try to get some sleep now. What do you say?" He
retrieved his arm from beneath my head. "I will go to the bathroom, OK? I
need to pee."
	- "I will go with you, too. I need to pee, too."
	He stood above the john and I watched him wait for his pee to come.
His cock was swollen and red and I loved that sight, wishing to touch it
again, but I knew that he would not let me do it. His pee finally arrived
and he relieved his bladder in a strong and unending jet of urine. He shook
his flaccid cock and I peed, too. Once in the bedroom again he was sulky
and avoided to touch me again. We slept that way, and in the morning, when
I woke up, he was not there anymore.
	But it had only begun!