Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2005 16:18:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: fernandobuddy <fernandobuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love Story - Part 3

	He disappeared again for the rest of the day; not even lunch he had
with us. My cousins and I took care of ourselves, and waited for the day to
pass by. I talked with a friend on the phone, read some comics and watched
from my window hopefully waiting for Carlos to show up. I felt agitated and
tuned the TV to MTV and tried to mitigate the ache in my heart and the void
in my feelings, listening to singers I liked. One of my favorite singers is
Robbie Williams and only when he appeared on the screen I realized why I
liked him: he resembled Carlos a lot! The physical features, the same body
and the same way of moving around, so full of life, so mischievous... Angel
is a song I will always remember. Carlos was my angel.
	The night fell and found me sitting on the front steps of my
house. At ten o'clock he still hadn't arrived, but I told myself that I
would not go to bed before seeing him again. And what if he slept at his
girlfriend's? What if he didn't come back? Well, I would know, sooner or
later.
	A little before midnight his car parked in front of his house and
he stepped out, not as quick as he always did, as if he were afraid of
leaving the safety of his car, afraid of coming home. He came slowly toward
me and sat beside me.
	- "Hey, kid, you still up? Shouldn't you be in bed by now?" He
asked without looking at me.
	- "I was waiting for you!" I answered meekly. "I was afraid you
would not come home." He gave a half-smile and looked at me.
	- "Look, son, I wanna tell you that I am very sorry for what we did
last night. I really am! I am a son of a bitch who shouldn't have done what
I did to you."
	- "No!" I cried out. "No. You didn't do anything bad to me, you
didn't! I wanted, too, remember? I wanted you to do that to me!" He seemed
lost with my remarks and a little surprised at my outburst. "You don't like
me like I thought you did, you-"
	- "Stop it, kid. Stop this bullshit, you don't know what you're
talking about!" He was angry, but then he must have remembered that he
wasn't angry with me, but with himself, and his face softened. "I'm sorry,
kiddo, I'm sorry," he shuffled my hair in his characteristic way. "I'm mad
at me because I love you and will never want to hurt you. But then
yesterday things got out of control and I simply gave in to my needs and
used you, my best buddy, to satisfy my desire, only because my girlfriend
doesn't help me. When I think about what I did last night I want to kill
myself. I spent the whole day today trying to forget last night and I
didn't even wanna come back home tonight, but then I promised your uncle I
would take care of you and here I am again, but I will never forgive me for
messing with your head." He lowered his voice and asked softly, "Can you
forgive me, please? I promise I won't mess with you again."
	- "There's nothing to forgive you, Carlos, because I wanted you to
do that to me. Even now I want you to do it again. Don't blame yourself for
what happened last night, I myself don't understand it exactly, but all I
know is that I feel I'm the happiest person in the world when you are near,
and I would do anything you wanted me to do just to please you. Don't feel
guilty because you made me very happy yesterday. I spent the whole day
today reliving last night and the feeling I got was the same: I want to be
with you again and let you do the same thing to me over and over."
	- "No, kiddo, please, don't say that. This has gone too far
already. I'm sorry!" I, then, stood up and ran inside the house. I was hurt
and feeling rejected. The great joy I had felt the previous night had
turned into a nightmare. Crying I went to bed, the same bed we slept last
night and waited for him. After what seemed an eternity he showed up and
took his side of the bed. I was still sniffing with my back to him and he
didn't do anything to soothe me; he simply let me there, crying my pain
out. I didn't understand then why he was doing that; he was being mean and
cruel. How could the same person let me go to hell after taking me himself
to heaven?
	Eventually I slept and when I woke up the next day he was shaking
my shoulder lightly; life had turned itself into the same old
routine. Monday had arrived and school called up again! He tried to act
more naturally, pretending that nothing unusual had happened between us. It
was OK with me; I didn't want him to grow distant from me.
	- "Get up you lazy boy. Time to get moving, come on!" He urged me
while he put his pants on and buckled his belt. "Do you think you will be
OK with your cousins? I gotta get going now. See you later, Champ." And he
was gone. And life rolled by as usual. I saw Carlos that night when he
dropped by to see my uncle and certify that everything was all right and he
treated me the same way he always had, but didn't stay longer. My uncle
thanked him and asked if we had given him a hard time but he said that we
had behaved well and left, but not before our eyes met and he dropped, his
before I did. During the whole week he just said 'hello' and waved but
never stopped. The impression I got was that he was always in a hurry, too
much work, but I knew better: he was avoiding me! That was something that
really hurt me. I didn't expect him to play with me again the way he had,
although I wanted it, because that was something new for me and it was OK
if it never happened again, but to grow distant from me like I had some
kind of disease, like he had suddenly discovered that he didn't like me
anymore... did I have some kind of disease and he didn't wanna catch it? I
could not stand that situation anymore, but what could I do?
	One night I watched from my window and saw when he got home after
work. I longed for his presence, for his touch, for his attention and most
of all, I longed to be touched again the same way he had touched me: his
mouth on my ear, his hand on my body while he drove his cock between my
thighs or wherever he chose, and decided to knock on his door. The moment I
arrived he was leaving and we almost bumped into each other.
	- "Hey, hi there Champ, how you're doing?" He greeted me in a
hurry.
	- "Hi! Are you leaving?" I asked tentatively.
	- "Urgh... Yeah, I gotta leave for a while. See you later kid." And
he left me there, feeling desolate and forsaken. Thank God it was night and
nobody could see me due to the bushes in front of his house because I felt
when this thing rose from my chest and I felt like I was suffocating and
tears burst from my eyes and I began crying convulsively, my body shaking
as the sobs overtook me. I sat on the steps, placed my head on my knees and
cried.
	- "Oh, come on," I suddenly heard his voice and looked up. There he
was standing before me and I knew I should stop crying but there was
nothing I could do. "Come on, kiddo, don't do that to me, please." He was
feeling uncomfortable and looking perplexed, watching around, concerned
that maybe people were looking at us. "Come here, let's get inside. I came
back to tell you that I was not mad at you and then I find you crying this
way. Please, stop crying, come on."
	- "I..., I'm sorry... I don't w-wanna c-cause you any trouble. It's
just t-that I can't stand you being mad at m-me. It's hurting..." I sniffed
as he guided me thru the door.
	- "Oh, God, the least thing I wanted in the world was to hurt you,
son. You're right, I have been a little distant and might even have looked
mad, but it certainly wasn't directed at you. I was mad at me because I had
to assure myself that what had happened between us was something I didn't
want and that it should never happen again." He had sat me on the couch and
sat across from me, looking me in the eyes.
	- "But why? Why didn't you want it? Was it bad for you, did you get
hurt?" I needed some answers and my flooded eyes were fixed on him.
	- "No, kiddo," he said tenderly, "you didn't hurt me nor it was
bad. That's the problem, I enjoyed it too much otherwise I would not have
cum the way I did. How do you think I felt when my cock got trapped between
your cheeks? That's the problem! I was horny and I liked it very much but
you are not a woman, you're a boy and men and boys aren't supposed to do
this, you understand?" He was looking at me, trying to get things thru my
head.
	- "But why can't we do it if we both liked it?" I still couldn't
get it.
	- "It isn't because we liked it that it means it is right." He
said. He was trying hard to make the right thing.
	- "But, even you saying it is not right, don't you wanna do it
again?" I wanna at least know what his feelings were. I needed to be sure
that he didn't blame me. He took a long time to answer. His eyes were fixed
on his hands, inspecting them carefully but I knew that he was not seeing
them because he was focused on how to answer me. I was waiting and he
finally fixed his eyes on me.
	- "Look, I spent the whole week trying to tell myself that I didn't
like what we did; I tried to convince myself that we were crazy, that I was
crazy and that you didn't do what you did, you know, lick the cum off my
hand, that it had been gross. I kept repeating over and over again that we
should never do it again, but then... then I got angry because I wanted to
do it again, even knowing that it was wrong, but I wanted just the same to
do it again. I even felt horrified at the realization that I got horny at
the memory of you eating my spunk. I want to do it again... but I can't! We
can't, do you understand?" He said simply.
	- "But why? We can do it again if you want!" I almost shouted.
	- "No, kiddo. That is something that if we do again we might not be
able to stop. And besides, you don't know what you are proposing; you're
just a child. I am an adult and should know better".
	- "I'm not a child and I know what I want. I want you to be my
friend again-"
	- "I am your friend..."
	- "I want you to be the same old Carlos I've always known, I don't
like the new Carlos - "
	- "I am the same old Carlos you have always known- "
	- "No, you are not. You have changed! And I want you to hold me
like that night; I want to lay with you in a bed and help you to get your
rocks off again -"
	- "Please, kiddo, you..."
	- "Please, Carlos, I want you to hold me in your arms again." I got
up and knelt before him, and rested my head on his knees. "Please", I
pleaded, "I want you to take me in your arms again! Now!" He hesitated,
fought some inner battle, the arguments clearly displaying on his face, to
then open his arms and engulf me with them. Oh, God, how I had missed those
arms! I began to cry again, softly this time.
	- "Hey, Champ, hush, come on, I'm holding you like you wanted, now
come on, don't cry, OK?"
	- "Take me to your bed, please." I told him in a weak but
resolutely voice. He didn't argue; he seemed resigned. Standing up with me
in his arms he carried me to his bedroom and placed me carefully on his
double bed. The moment he tried to get up I flung my arms around his neck
and held him close to me. Our eyes were only inches away from each
other. "Stay with me, please, I want to touch you again, Carlos."
	- "We shouldn't, kid, you know that," he didn't sound that
convinced anymore.
	- "But I want to, I want to please you." His body relaxed and he
lay beside me, our faces still almost touching, his breath hot on my
face. We stayed like that for a moment, his eyes searching my face and I
used that moment to insert my hand between the open shirt and touch his
nipple. I did not expect his reaction when he grimaced and opened his
mouth, not in pain or distaste, but in surprise and pleasure at my soft
touch on such a sensitive area like his nipples. I rubbed my fingers on his
hairy chest and then on his face. I freed myself from his arms and gave him
more room on the bed. I then unbuttoned his shirt and exposed his chest.
The first thing I did when I saw his strong mass of muscle covered with
hair was to kiss and rub my tongue over his right nipple. He moaned and
squirmed and I got bolder. My hands flew over his taut belly as I sucked on
his now hard nipples. He was still trying to control himself but I could
sense his barriers tumbling down, one after the other. When I reached his
belt I saw the live lump in his pants. There was nothing he could do to
conceal what was lurking alive there, even if he tried. I knew his
beautiful cock was hard because I had brought it to that point and I wanted
to have it in my hands again, between my thighs, beneath my balls and... my
ass? Carlos had said about sticking it up a woman's pussy, and why not up
my ass? Would I be able to take it? The idea was forming in my mind.
	I placed my hands on his belt and unbuckled it; his cock twitched
almost touching my hand. I lowered the zipper and that made my hand rub
over his bulge. I pulled the flaps of his pants aside and exposed the
twitching bulge of his hard cock encased in his white underwear. I pulled
his pants lower and got a better vision of his tool. I didn't know what I
should do nor how to do it, I just followed my instincts and did what I
wanted to do, and what I wanted to do was to taste him all over, his skin,
his scent, his cock, his cum... and so I placed my lips over his cock. He
moaned and his cock bucked. I grabbed his underwear to pull it down but he
stopped me with his hands. He raised his head from the mattress enough to
look me straight in the eyes.
	- "Is this what you really want?"
	- "This is what I want..." and I lowered his underwear, and his
cock appeared to me. Oh, my God, it was beautiful and had this ability to
draw me near, to hypnotize me, like a snake does. It was resting on his
belly so I grabbed it and brought it to the upright position. He moaned and
a drop of precum appeared on the tip of his cock; another one joined the
first and it began to slide down the underside of his dick. Before I lost
it I stuck my tongue out and licked it. He moaned louder this time and I
swallowed the flared head. He bolted and moaned and let out a grunt that
resembled a roar.
	- "Oh, my God, I can't... oh, please, stop it, please stop
it... you are making me crazy... oh, yeah..." He placed both hands on my
head and tousled my hair, bucking his hips forcing more of his cock into my
mouth. I am really positive that he really didn't want to be doing that to
me, but he was also enjoying it very much. He was torn between doing the
right thing (in this case it meant putting an end to the situation, saying
'no') and the good thing (in this case it meant putting an end to the
situation by forgetting everything and using me as his sex toy). The latter
won!
	Using his feet he got rid of the underwear that was on his legs and
spread them, keeping my mouth still eating his hard meat. I found it the
most delicious thing to lick and suck on; it was hard, like a rod, but
still smooth, like a velvet peach. The other thing I liked a lot was his
balls. He had a pair of enormous balls that hung below that beautiful and
proud piece of flesh, covered with hair and a little above his asshole.  He
moaned loudly and intermittently, a sign that he was aroused and horny. I
did not know where my limits were so I simply kept doing what came to my
mind. I licked his balls, sucked his cock, bobbing up and down, and also
rubbed my tongue everywhere I felt could please him. His assring was
visible just below his balls and I never thought twice, I simply dove my
face below his balls and rubbed the tip of my tongue over his hairy
manhole. He grunted real deep and kind of tensed a little, but didn't stop
me, so I rubbed my tongue again on his ass awhile and climbed up to his
pole again. He was looking down at me, maybe marveling at what I was doing,
so nave but exquisitely just the same. He took his cock in his hand and
held it, keeping it up; an invitation to swallow it whole, and again, there
was a large drop of precum on the tip. He gave a hard squeeze at the base
of his tool and pushed towards the exit something that was there and then
another large drop of precum surged beneath the one already on the tip and
began sliding down the underside of his shaft. I stuck my tongue out and
licked it as he watched me.
	- "Fucking shit, do you like my cum, kid? Do you like the taste of
it? I can't believe what I am seeing, you are... aaahhhhhhh....." He didn't
finish it because I had engulfed the engorged head of his cock and
swallowed it almost completely and his hands flew to my head again. This
time he held me tighter and shoved his hips up and down a few times almost
causing me to gag.
	- "I think I'm gonna cum, kid, get off..." I had raised my head as
he took his thick cock in his hand and began jerking it. I stayed where I
was because the sight of his strong hand sliding up and down his pole
entranced me and he moaned and grunted. I was between his legs, right above
his pumping hand and the moment I heard him emit a roar I knew he was going
to cum, so I simply opened my mouth a little above the flared head of his
cock and immediately I felt a jet of cum hitting it.
	- "Fuck man..." He shouted and kept pumping his cock filling my
mouth with spunk. I swallowed it quickly and took his still cumming cock in
my mouth. He let go and replaced his hand with mine and I milked him a
little more and ate his cum at the same time. For a few minutes I kept
lapping at his cock, removing every trace of cum from it, turning that big,
swollen cobra in my mouth, rubbing my tongue around the sensitive head
until he made me stop sucking and I simply held it in my mouth and
waited... he relaxed and lay there totally shaken, caressing my head
absentmindedly.
	It was the second time I had eaten his spunk, the difference was
that now I had taken it straight from his cock while he spurted it and not
from his hand, and it had felt much more delicious. The strange thing was
that he didn't mind seeing me taking his cum in my mouth because I had
licked his hand clean of his cum the first time he came between my legs. I
didn't know what would happen from then on, but at least we had done it
again and maybe he would feel more comfortable after this second time. I
moved closer to him and put my head on his chest and he hugged me quietly,
his hand on my shoulder, rubbing it softly, not really paying attention to
it.
	- "Did you like it?" I asked him timidly.
	- "Oh, yeah, too much! You... I was really horny and your mouth on
my cock made me feel like exploding right away. I still can't believe you
made me cum just by sucking me. How did you know how to do that?"
	- "I didn't! I simply did what I wanted to do and I wanted to taste
your cock, wanted to taste your cum again and the feeling of your cock in
my mouth was very good. I just sucked it the way I think it has to be
sucked, don't know why. Did I do it right?" I looked at him.
	- "You did it wonderfully, so good you made me cum. But don't you
think it is gross to eat my spunk?"
	- "No! I think it is delicious. Maybe it would be gross if it was
somebody else's, but because I know it is yours I think it is delicious."
He smiled and hugged me tighter.
	- "So you liked it because it is my cum?"
	- "Yes! I like everything that is yours."
	- "You like it because it comes from my balls? Does that turn you
on?"
	- "Yes! Because it is from your balls, from your cock, from your
body... everything that comes from you I like it."
	- "So that means you want more of my cum?"
	- "Yeah, sure I do!" I said enthusiastically. "Will you give me
some more? Now?"
	- "Well, I certainly could give you a lot more now, but I think
it's about time you went home already. But I think we can do it again since
I know there's nothing else I can do to tell you otherwise, is there?"
	- "No!" I said.
	- "So, if we agree that nobody will ever know about this I think we
can do it as many times as we want, what do you say?" I said that it was
fine with me and he hugged me tight again. His cock was completely limp
now, a smaller sample of the harder one I had bucking and spurting cum in
my mouth a few minutes ago. I took it in my hand and enjoyed the feeling of
holding Carlos' cock.
	- "Do you like my cock?" He asked and allowed me to play with his
tool, a kind of intimacy only seen between man and woman.
	- "I love it! I like this feeling of touching a part of your body
that is very sensitive; I like the feeling of it expanding in my hand, the
soft feeling of flesh in my tongue... I liked when you came in my mouth,
but I also liked when you came between my thighs the other night." I told
him.
	- "Did you? Would you like me to cum between your legs the next
time?" He asked me.
	- "Yeah, I'd love that, the only problem is that we will waste your
cum and I won't eat it." He smiled and asked me why I liked him cumming in
my thighs.
	- "Because when your cock rubbed my asshole and the head would
touch it, I felt something weird there, remember that I told you?" I said.
	- "Yes, I remember you telling me. But, weird...? What do you
mean?"
	- "I don't know... it was like I wanted the head to enter my
asshole... I felt like asking you to push it into my butt... I don't know
why I felt like that. Do you think it is normal?" I asked him innocently.
	- "Ah... yeah, I think it is normal, you see, our butt is a very
sensitive area, when you licked my butt a few minutes ago - remember? - I
thought it was very good. So I think it is natural what you felt." I had
licked his asshole and it had been pleasant. "Next time I will rub the head
of my cock in your butt, all right? But now you better go, Champ." And we
got up and I put my clothes on; he simply put his underwear and said he
would take a bath.
	- "How about tomorrow?" I asked him.
	- "I don't know, kid, we'll see. We have to be very careful, you
know that, but we'll see." And I went home, happier than I had ever felt in
life.


4th Part

	We watched a movie together and had an ice cream afterwards. Then
we walked around looking the windows of the shops until it was time to go
home again. Of course it would have been much better if it were only Carlos
and I, but he had insisted in bringing along my cousins, too, and he was
right since my cousins had enjoyed the drive to the mall to watch the movie
in that Saturday afternoon, and I am not a selfish kind of person. And
besides, Carlos and I never attempted to do anything unusual in public
places. Actually, in those two months we never tried anything unusual out
of his house, not even a different touch or body contact when we were
anywhere but his house. He knew that what we had done could get him in
serious trouble and I followed his lead.
	After the night he finally accepted that we had gone too far to
turn back, things became easier for us. We still discussed our situation
and agreed that it was something wrong and dangerous; but we also agreed
that the desire was stronger than our will, and after a few days, there we
were again in his bed, sharing the joys of sex. By then I was completely,
utterly, and irrevocably lost in my adoration of Carlos. He was everything
my mind was able to think of; I never knew I could love somebody the way I
loved him. Of course I'm talking here about a thirteen year-old boy who
fell in love for the first time in his life, and if one can remember his
first love, he will certainly remember how magic it is: love was all, love
was around, was in his laughter, in his hair, was flowing everywhere. When
he smiled love lifted me up, when I didn't see him love dragged me down and
I would go round, and round, and round - what else could I do? Funny how
memories keep lingering on!
	For Carlos, things were different; his life didn't change because
he was a grownup. He kept working, seeing his girlfriend, playing soccer
every weekend like he always did... and we kept seeing each other. This
story is not about Carlos, although it revolves around him like moths
around a light, like the Earth revolves around the sun. Nothing grows on
Earth without the sunlight; it is the source of life scientifically
speaking. And for me Carlos was the source of my happiness, the reason why
I was a good student, my motivation to be the best in everything I did
because I wanted him to be proud of me. When school handed me my grade
record he was the first person I would show it.
	On my part our relationship became kind of symbiotic! In a broad
sense the term includes parasitism in which the association is
disadvantageous or destructive to one of the parts, but I use it here as
being advantageous and necessary and not harmful to me because I was going
thru the most impacting changes in my life, leaving my childhood behind and
entering adolescence. As I said before, this was the moment the tree was
being bound and there was no other direction to follow but up, even if it
had wanted to throw its branches in another direction, it never had the
chance...
	But differently of the tree I was happy with the way things were. I
still didn't know about sex orientation, boys should be boys and girls
should be girls! All I knew and was aware of was the way my heart melted
when his image came to my mind, how my blood went cold or hot in my veins
if he happened to ignore me or decided to hug me. How can people say that
one always has the chance to choose between liking men or women? You don't
get suspended in your needs, sexual needs, until you are old enough to make
a decision and say 'I like men' or 'I like women'. No way, Jos!
	I do believe that there is one moment in life when we are like a
blank sheet of paper waiting to be filled with letters which will shape
what it will be, be it a letter, a tale or simply a death sentence: scrawls
- throw it in the litter. But after that, when the page is no longer blank,
you grow up with your emotions and needs and there's no time for you to
make a stop and choose the life-road to follow it. I think you simply are
what you are, just like black hair will always be black hair; no matter the
color you dye it. If one dyes it blond and wants it to remain that color,
one will have to dye it periodically, otherwise its true color will be
denounced as the hair grows. The nature of the black hair is to be black,
the same way our sexual liking follows its nature. If I am told that I had
a chance to choose my sexual liking, I will deny it because I didn't. But
then, Carlos never knew about that either.
	And the tree grew to be a beautiful tree. A different one, but
beautiful nonetheless! I think that the Cypress is beautiful, but it looks
so lonely! The Aloe is a fragrant wood of an East Indian tree, but the
entire plant gives only one flower! The pineapple has rigid, spiny-margined
leaves, i.e. ugly, but its fruit is succulent and delicious! The banana
tree is like a celebrity, known the world over, but each banana tree bears
fruit only once and has to be uprooted to give room for another one! And I
could keep talking about the many varieties and kinds of trees just to
point out that each one has its own peculiarities (pleasant or not) and its
own and unique value, be it beautiful, ugly, tall, short, fat, thin, right
or wrong.
	When we got home my cousins were too euphoric and tried to tell my
aunt, both at the same time, how wonderful the movie had been and what a
great time they had had with their uncle Carlos and me. My aunt laughed and
thanked Carlos for taking her children and her nephew to the movies. He
smiled and said that it had been a pleasure for him, too, and that he loved
children. They talked a little more with my aunt asking him questions about
his girlfriend and when were they planning to get married. I listened
intently because that part of his life was of my interest, too, but he said
that they still had to accomplish a few things before taking so serious
step. And "she still had to finish college," he said, which would happen
only three years later. "Until then", he said, "I'll live my life the way
it comes!" He said and smiled.
	- "Will you meet your girlfriend tonight?" I asked when he was
leaving. We were in front of my house and I was desperate to be with him
again. It had been more than a week since we had last shared his bed and
more than two months since that first night in his bed when we finally had
agreed on let it happen. Every week after that night he would invite me to
go to his house and there he would hug me gently and take me to his
bedroom. We always began by hugging each other, then I would caress his
body, and he would caress mine, too, his hands squeezing my butt, the tip
of his fingers rubbing lightly over my asshole. We would spend more time
cuddling and exploring each other's bodies until he would guide my mouth to
his cock and make me suck him until he almost came or until he surely came
in my mouth. Other times he would fuck my thighs until he came between my
legs.
	Another thing I liked a lot was when he would grab my cock and jerk
me off until I came, too. He never put me in his mouth, but he didn't care
touching me there; he even liked to hold my cock and balls when he fucked
me in the thighs. Two or three times he stopped short before cumming
between my legs only to grab his own cock and jerk it until he came
directing the jets of his cum over my cock and balls, smearing me with
puddles of cum. Then he would lubricate my cock with his semen and jerk me
off until I came and my small amount of cum would mix with his. Only then
we would lie side by side and rest.
	- "Well, actually I was thinking about staying home tonight." That
was how he always showed me that he wanted to be with me, that he was horny
and wanted my help. My heart immediately skipped a beat.
	- "Really?" I was so excited that he smiled.
	- "Really. Would you like to come over? I think I really need a
helping hand tonight." He didn't try to seduce me, because there was no
need for that anymore, but I felt extremely aroused by his candor, his body
posture, his left hand on his hip and the other he discreetly placed over
his crotch as if checking the zipper, but I knew better and he opened that
smile that could melt the coldest heart on earth. "It's been a while since
we...", he looked around, "you know...-"
	- "It's been more than a week." I didn't wait for him to finish.
	- "Yeah, it's been more than a week and since you got me used to
relieving my tension I miss the treatment more often now than when I had
only blue balls, remember?" And we laughed together. I told him I would
tell my aunt where I would be and got in, but I still heard him say: - "Ok,
kiddo, I'll be waiting!"
	The door was unlocked and the first thing I noticed when I got in
and locked the door was the music playing. If Carlos were home there would
always be music in the air. This time it was Bonnie Rait and she was
singing:
	"Who'll risk their own self-respect in the name of desire?
	Who'll lie about where they've been and hope they never get caught?
	Lovers will! Lovers will!
	Lovers will do almost anything for the thrill that only love can
bring.
	Lovers will!"
	That was too much for me! It seemed he had chosen exactly that song
to express what I was doing. I was throwing my only heart into the fire
because of my love for him. Because I believed if love was a healer I would
be the first one ill! In any case I had just entered thru the heaven's
door.  My destiny, my respect and my medicine was coming in my direction,
no longer wearing Jeans and Polo shirt. He was wearing only shorts, his
naked chest filling my visual field, and that night something magic
happened. Was it because we were overcharged? Was it because he was getting
emotionally involved with me? Was it because the gods were helping us? Or
was it because it was meant to be? Who knows? All I can say is that
something had happened and we acted completely different from what we
always did.
	We usually went straight to his bedroom and only then we would
start our love game. But that night he walked to me and hugged me right at
the door, his arms encircling my body, bringing me close to him. I wrapped
my arms around his neck and he pulled me against his strong body and
moaned. He then moved his head back without releasing me, looked me in the
eye, saw my adoration towards him and lowered his mouth over mine and
kissed me softly; he probably didn't know how I would react, thus he only
placed his lips over mine. But I had been waiting for that kiss for a long
time, to feel his lips on mine and to taste his mouth. I immediately opened
my lips and sucked on his upper lip. He was different! Immediately he
opened his lips and began exploring my mouth; at the same time I felt his
cock twitch against my own crotch.
	- "Oh, fuck," he let go of my lips, "I am fucking hot tonight, can
you feel that?" He was teasing me with his hips.
	- "I can feel how ready you are," I said with a little grin. He was
so earnest, so fervent and he crushed me until I thought my ribs would
crack. "I am hot, too," I said, not really believing yet that our kiss had
really happened. And I also had a hunch that there was more to come. "I've
been wanting to kiss you for a long time," I told him and then I blurted
out, "I love you Carlos! I love you very much and I will always love you!"
I clung to him and pulled him against me tight.
	- "Hey, kiddo, I love you, too, and why didn't you tell me you
wanted to kiss me? I've kissed you on the face and your neck and ears, why
you never told me?" His body was tightly pressing against mine. Thru my
shorts I felt his cock rock hard a little above my own cock. "I love to
hold you in my arms like I have held so many times and make you feel how
horny I am for you. I think you made me an addict, did you know that? I
love the feel of your frail body against mine, you look so fragile and I
feel so powerful over you." He was kissing my neck, nibbling at my ear and
his hands fumbled inside my shorts, reaching for my asscheeks, squeezing
them tight. I had never known him like this, needing, craving... His way
was usually tenderer, more considerate, but this time his needs were
stronger. I pulled my head and glued my lips on his again and his tongue
entered my mouth, his panting breath on my face while I surrendered myself
to him.
	I let go of him and we stood there a moment longer as if trying to
absorb what was taking place. We both knew that something had changed and
we both wanted to get the bill. I placed both hands on his chest and
caressed him, looking him in the eyes and then I moved closer and took his
right nipple in my mouth. I couldn't see his face but his moan was more
than enough to tell me that he was enjoying it immensely. I suckled on the
other nipple and explored his belly with my tongue, going down and down, it
was easy, and mischievously good, to see his cock bucking inside his
shorts. He was tremendously excited and each time my tongue stroke or my
hands touched him he squirmed and moaned. He took my hand and put it on his
firm, fully engorged organ still inside his shorts. Gently I squeezed it!
	- "Do you want me to suck it?" I asked him thru kisses on the still
wrapped hard cock.
	- "Oh, yes, please suck my cock, kiddo. Make me crazy and suck my
cock, I can hardly wait to shove it in your mouth". He was delirious and
massaged my head. "Suck on it good, babe, suck on it..." I lowered his
shorts and underwear together and freed the object of my lust, the proud
trophy he had for me. I fixed my eyes on his tool and gazed at it. It was
beautiful and inviting. I must have gazed too long because he said:
	- "Please, babe, suck on it, take it in your mouth, I need to feel
the warmth of your lips around my rod, suck on it!" His voice was full of
lust, a little hoarse, impregnated with desire. I took him in my hand and
engulfed the head. He moaned with sweet ecstasy as the warm wetness of my
mouth enclosed his cock and I engulfed a little more. "Oh, yeah, that's
good!" He murmured, looking down on his rod being swallowed by my mouth. I
sucked his cock quickly circling my tongue, drawing him in and releasing,
adding firm strokes to the upright shaft, and then licked his balls, but I
wanted more, much more.
	- "I want to go to bed with you. I want to suck you all over and
the bed is a better place." I told him, getting up.
	- "You're right, let's go," and he took me in his arms and marched
to his bedroom. Like a girl I placed my hands around his neck and my head
on his shoulder. "I want you to suck me all over, too."  Then he added, "I
think I want to taste you with my mouth, too. I think I want to try and
lick your ass, what do you say?"
	- "Oh, yes, I want you to do that. I can hardly wait, but I want to
taste you first."
	- "Do you? Do you really want to suck me whole? I'm hot just at
thinking you are about to swallow my cock, my cum, I am fucking horny and I
have a lot of cum for you." He was getting kinky.
	- "That's great, I want every drop of cum you've got in your
balls. I'm horny for you, too. If I don't start it right now I think I'll
die." I waited a minute and then I added, "I wanna lick your ass, too, can
I rub my tongue in your ass? I think you'll like it." He agreed, dropped me
on the bed and came on top of me, his body covering mine, naturally taking
his place between my legs. In a moment he had gotten rid of my t-shirt and
shorts and threw them aside, leaving me stark naked before his eyes. Once
again he lay on top of me, my hard cock smashed by his heavy chest and he
looked in my eyes. The most amazing night of my life was about to begin.


5th Part

	Looking tenderly and lovingly into his eyes I took his face between
my hands and dragged him closer and kissed him full in the mouth. To have a
better hold of everything he crawled up to hold me in his arms, and since
he was already between my legs I simply opened them wider and his hips set
into them, fitting perfectly and holding me in place with his hard cock
squeezed between my balls; my asshole was glued to his balls. That was a
different position we were trying. His cock had been against my pucker
before, but not in this so exposed way, and now he was humping me,
thrusting his crotch forward, his cock sliding against mine. I was already
smeared with his precum and I had the feeling I would not last long; and
neither would he.
	- "Oh, gosh, this is good. This is so good and my cock is so
sensitive that I could cum in a minute. I only wished you had a little
pussy here for me, I would stuff it with my cock pretty good." I heard him
say that and my heart felt a pang because I wished I had a pussy myself. My
next words were a surprise even to my ears.
	- "You can stuff it in my ass." He was kissing my neck and froze;
our faces were only inches away.
	- "You..." He had no time to finish.
	- "I want you to stuff your cock up my ass. Remember I told you I
feel funny when you rub it in my crack? I always feel like asking you to
shove it up my ass. I never asked because I thought you would not like it,
maybe thinking it was gross...but I want it up my ass. I know it will hurt
and I don't even know if I will be able to take it, but I want to feel you
inside me. I want to give you my ass... my pussy! Fuck me, please!"
	- "Oh, kiddo, I don't know... I'm not even prepared for this. To
cum in your legs is one thing, even in your mouth... but to fuck you in the
ass..."
	- "What's the difference?"
	- "I..., I think you might get hurt and I hate to think I could
hurt you..." His cock was softening and I took his face in my hands again
and pulled him to me. I encircled his neck and wiggled my ass, enticing
him.
	- "Please, Carlos, I want you to fuck me in the ass. I need that! I
want to feel you deep inside me as if you were trying to live inside my
body. Fuck me, please!" His cock responded to my moves and my words sent a
shiver up his body because I felt his back grow rough with goose bumps.
	- "Oh, my God, I can't believe you are telling me this," his face
was buried in my neck and he thrust his hips into me. "And you have such a
hot ass." His thrusts were now being directed at my asshole and the head
stabbed me repeatedly right there, almost puncturing me. The area around my
hole was completely smeared with his precum and I almost fainted each time
I felt the pressure down there, his cock almost breaking the barrier of
muscles of my chute.
	- "Oh, Carlos, I can't stand it. If you don't fuck me right now I
will die, please, shove your cock up my ass, Carlos, shove it hard..." I
was going crazy. He took my legs and supported them with his arms, each one
on each of his arms, my asshole now tilted up and absolutely exposed to his
aggressive cock, which he kept stabbing at me.
	- "Holy shit, kid, don't do this to me, you are driving me
crazy. We can't do this, but you are taking me too far, please, stop saying
that, stop telling me to fuck you 'cause I'm going crazy. Can you feel it
punching your tight ass? Can you feel it?" The tip of the head was indeed
punching my hole. At each thrust he would smear it with precum and leave it
more slippery; at each thrust I would flinch in ecstasy and fear: ecstasy
because I really wanted to feel him entering me, my ass was itchy; and fear
because I knew the moment he entered me I would feel great pain. But I
needed to have him inside me; I needed... just like him, I was in a state
of high voltage, a point of no return.
	- "Fuck me Carlos, bury it in my ass, I'm yours, fuck my pussy
now..." I think that my words were the straw that broke the camel's
back. At hearing me asking him to fuck my pussy he went wild. He jabbed his
cock with a mighty shove and the head hit the right spot and he broke
in. The cry rose involuntarily from my throat and I arched in his arms at
the forceful entrance of his hard member into my asshole. My hands flew to
his neck and he brought his mouth to mine and suffocated my cry before it
got too loud and buried his cock into me, moaning and grunting like a beast
and the wave rolled up and reached the peak, and broke over us in a release
of shuddering spent delight.  He didn't hurt me really because he didn't
have time to really fuck me hard because his cock began spurting cum the
moment it rooted in me and flooded my rectum, this way I simply had to cope
with the sudden intrusion but he stopped shortly after getting in while his
cock bucked and deposited his load into me. At the same moment I began to
cum, too, and that made me explode and convulse in his strong embrace.
	- "Arrrghhh, I'm... cumming..." I managed to say while the pain in
my ass began to fade as the climax escalated in my cock and I came in his
chest and mine.
	- "I'm... cumming, too... arrgghhh...." His breathing was like I
had never heard before. But then, he was always in control and that was
being the first time he simply lost control of his actions and gave himself
completely to me. "Arrrghhhh..."
	I loved the feel of his weight on me, so we waited like we were, he
buried deep in my ass, his cock still twitching as we slowly relaxed, his
arms releasing my legs because we had reached a posture of tension when we
were cumming that now we had to slowly relax. At doing this his cock
slipped out of my ass, which felt relieved, but empty. At the end it had
been more pleasurable than painful, and I had him cumming in my ass. He
rolled over and we waited...  Time passed and we remained in silence, each
one absorbed in his own thoughts while trying to recover from the intense
and laboring orgasm. The immensity of what we had just done slowly sinking
in, bringing a realization that we had once again jumped to another level
in our relationship. Being that our first penetration it had been
wonderful, a new world, even though it had not been total, which was why
the perspective was even wilder. If we had done that without planning, then
we could make it much better if we did it right. He turned to me and asked
if I was OK.
	- "I hurt you, didn't I?" His face showed concern about me. "I'm
sorry, I didn't plan it that way, I didn't wanna hurt you." I turned to him
and put my hand on his face.
	- "You didn't hurt me, Carlos. I'm OK. It really hurt, but it also
made me cum in a way I never thought I could. I didn't even touch my
penis. When your cock entered my ass I began cumming immediately, it was
the best thing I experienced in my life." I told him and the wrinkles left
his face, softened by the smile he gave me.
	- "I think I never came like this, too. When my cock got in I began
to cum and there was nothing I could do, so I simply buried it deeper. I
won't do it again, OK?"
	- "No, I want it again!"
	- "Do you?"
	- "Yes, but I don't want it to finish that quickly. I want to have
more time to enjoy the feeling of you inside me. And I want it tonight
again." My hands were already running on his chest. "Do you still want to
do it again tonight, or you're not that horny anymore?" I asked knowing
that it takes time to get ready to fuck again after the first round. He
smiled maliciously.
	- "Of course I want more of your ass and I surely can do it again
if you can. This first time only helped to make me think clearer, but I am
still horny, you bet that. But we have plenty time, let's prepare something
to eat and then we come back to bed, OK?"
	- "Fair enough," I said and we got up, put our shorts on and went
to the kitchen.