Date: Mon, 14 Nov 2005 04:40:56 -0800 (PST)
From: fernandobuddy <fernandobuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love Story - Part 4

Sixth Part

	Everything seemed to conspire to make magic that night. We laughed
a lot and had the chance to see things in each other that usually people
don't. There was this air of complicity between us as we ate and talked,
sometimes spilling food out of our mouths like two children. I said before
and will say it now, in a way Carlos was more childish than I was. How
could that big man, a businessman, be so funny and act like any other
teenager? We put the dishes in the dishwasher and went to the living room
where he replaced the CD, and in a moment the Texan accented voice of Ben
Kweller rose in the air singing 'In Other Words'. The melody seemed to take
our hearts and he hugged me tenderly, I felt so loved... if only we had the
power to make things last forever...

	- "Are you ready for the second round?" He whispered in my ear and
nibbled at it. Goose bumps broke in my arms and back, he was teasing me
again and I felt like dying in his arms.

	- "Yes, whenever you are I always am." I told him back and he
pulled me tighter.

	- "That's the boy I like. Do you still want to do it the way we
did... I mean, do you want me to fuck you in the ass?" We were already
excited. Although our cocks were still soft the air around us had changed
considerably. Now his words had second meanings, his touch didn't feel like
a casual and friend's touch, it felt like a lover's touch. "Let's go to
bed". He said and took my hand.

	Once in bed we embraced and I wrapped my legs around his waist and
we kissed. He trapped me with his weight and sucked my nipples making me
feel what he feels when I suckle his nipples. I moaned and squirmed. He
hugged me again and rolled over bringing me on top of him, now it was my
turn to suckle on his nipples. He moaned and I let out a muffled smile. I
caressed his chest and belly until I found his cock again. Already hard I
freed it from the shorts and my lover got stark naked before me. The object
of my hunger was hard and proud, inviting me to get closer and feel it.
Without foreplays I licked the head once (he moaned) and I swallowed it
immediately after (he moaned louder and snorted). I serviced his cock with
my hands and mouth, turning it into a slippery pole, ready to enter any
hole. I also sucked on his balls and ass. I told him to hold his legs in
mid-air and he obeyed. His hairy crack became exposed and I had a better
view of his pucker. I inched closer, almost touching it with my nose and
his scent filled my nostrils. At the touch of my tongue he jerked and I
licked his asshole, rubbing my tongue around it, circling his wrinkles
slowly as he grunted and then I moved up to his balls again, the base of
his cock, until I reached the leaking head and swallowed it down until I
gagged and the tip touched the back of my throat (he was panting now).

	- "Holy shit, this is gooooooood..." He said slowly, like in a
reverie. "You suck my cock so well that I don't know what I want to do: to
fuck your ass or finish in your mouth, filling it up with my cum." He was
fucking my face.

	- "I want you to fuck me in the ass again." I said

	- "Ok, it's my turn to make you feel like dying, come here." He
said and made me lie on the bed, face down. The next thing I feel is his
cock nesting between my legs and his torso covering my back. His lips
touched my neck on the side and I moaned at his caresses. I spread my legs
and wiggled at his cock, which was sliding up and down my crack. "Are you
sure you want me fucking this pucker here?" He asked thrusting his cock
against my hole.

	- "Yes, I do. I want you deep inside my ass. I want you to fuck me
good and cum there." Now I was the one panting. He said 'OK' and began
rubbing his tongue on my back, tracing an invisible line down my spine to
my butt. I was on fire and writhed like a snake. He grabbed the cheeks of
my ass and squeezed them.

	- "You have such a soft ass!" And he spread them apart. He was
between my legs and had completely access to my rear. Although he had been
cumming between my thighs all those two months he had never explored me
like he was doing now. And then his tongue touched my butthole. I gasped
and jerked and he kept rubbing me with his wet tongue, leaving me all
slimy. I died and went to heaven seven times, my neural system seemed to
have gone crazy so intense were the shockwaves it sent thru my body,
discharges I had no control upon and so I simply lost myself in the
exquisiteness of being tongue-fucked. He turned me over and asked me to do
what I told him to do a little earlier, to hold my legs in mid-air, thus
exposing my ass to him. When his tongue rubbed my wrinkles again I sprang
up with a cry and then lay back moaning. Now his tongue would travel from
my boypussy to the base of my balls. He would not suck my balls, or my cock
but he seemed not to mind touching them. He even grabbed my cock and began
pumping it while his finger rubbed over my pucker and entered it, applying
pressure up, from inside. I died another time but this time I seemed to be
in hell because I was being consumed by this fire that took charge of my
limbs and I lost the fear of the penetration I knew would happen in a
little while. Actually, I wanted desperately to be impaled on his cock.

	- "Fuck me, Carlos, now!" I moaned. He was on his knees, my legs
were thrown over his shoulders and I felt the head of his cock touch my
wrinkles. He was gritting his teeth in an effort to hold back, trying to
enter me carefully.

	- "I'm trying... to be easy," he said, almost painfully while he
gave little stabs with his cock, which was repeating the same process of
before. I was all slimy and there still was a remnant of his cum in my ass
that was certainly helping his cock because he was already passing the
muscle barrier of my asshole. But I didn't care anymore if it hurt, because
I had to be possessed by him no matter how, be it painful or not, I needed
him inside my ass, completely buried there.

	- "Fuck me, Carlos... the way you want, fuck me!..." And I arched
up to receive him as he thrust his hips and entered me. An intense pain hit
me, but that only added to my pleasure because it was my man making me his
forever... turning me into his pussy the way he had wanted. He pressed
further and my ass enfolded him, embracing his cock fully. He drew back and
plunged deeply into me again. He withdrew a third time and penetrated me
until his balls grinded my asscheeks. I cried out his name and began
cumming on his rod, my cock erupting and spilling my jizz, which dropped on
my belly and my ass chewed his thick pole buried deep in me. I think it was
more than he could bear because he drove in again, and again, with
unrestrained abandon, for once giving in entirely to his own need.

	- "Oh, baby!... Baby!...", he cried out. The pain subsided and now
I had him the way I wanted all along. At least for a moment I made him
mine. I was lying in his loving arms and his manhood was entirely inside of
me and he was pounding it fiercely into my contracting rectum. The tension
was reaching its peak. "I am getting ready to cum... I can feel it
gathering in my balls". He drew once more and I rose up to him, every nerve
and muscle taut. He surged into me again, reveling in the sheer sensual
pleasure of burying his full, proud manhood completely in my eager hot
asshole, and giving me his final fraction, he filled me.

	For an eternal instant he let out deeper and throatier grunts as
paroxysms of inexpressible pleasure shuddered through us. Then, slowly he
collapsed on top of me. For a long moment only our breathing could be
heard. We could not move. We had given all to each other but we still
didn't want to move, didn't want it to end, though we knew it was over.

	- "I must be getting heavy," he said pulling himself up to
partially support his weight on an elbow.

	- "No," I said softly. "I don't think I ever want you to get up."
He smiled and disengaged himself slowly, then lay beside me, fitting an arm
under me so that I rested in the hollow beneath his shoulder. I was
dreamily content, completely relaxed, and acutely aware of him. I felt his
arm around me, his fingers caressing me lightly, the play of his pectoral
muscles under my cheeks; I could hear his heartbeat in my ear; could smell
the warm scent of his skin and I never felt so cared for or so coddled.


Seventh Part


	"My God, I am lost! Insanely lost, and I don't want to be found." I
need to make an effort here and try to recall - for your sake, not mine -
what being a thirteen year-old boy in love is like. To begin with, being
thirteen is like being a young bamboo tree whose hollow stems can be swung
by the wind to every direction. He can wake up irritated, reach a deep
depressive mood by midday and fly the wings of joy and happiness in the
afternoon to then repeat the whole cycle again until the end of the night.

	When in love, a teenager can spend long periods of time just
staring into space, doing nothing, his mind a whirl but going
nowhere. Always thirsting for knowledge, thirty is old and his biggest fear
is pimples. At the sight of his love time stands still, he stands still,
gets breathless, speechless, love is in the air, everywhere, love makes him
see... oh, love is cruel!

	Loves me, loves me not! I will love you forever; I will never
forget you! Your name is written all over my diary and everything I do I do
it for you. I want everything, it's all or nothing, give or take, tomorrow
is always far away and I am dying here and nobody cares.

	My heart is broken and will never be healed because of... whom?
Him? But that was yesterday, I don't even remember him anymore.

	A thirteen years old boy in love can forget with the same intensity
he loves.

	I fell in love again but this time it will be forever because I'm
in love!

And I was in love with Carlos. I felt like there was nobody else in the
world. My very first thought in the morning was for him and I had trouble
trying to calculate his name among all those symbols and numbers during
math classes. Another thing I didn't understand was how those so smart
people never learned that 'Carlos' was a verb. How dumb they were! I knew
how to conjugate it from beginning to end and backwards. How could I waste
my time with homework when there was a lot of Carlos to do, and why was it
so important to study when all I needed to know was how to please Carlos
and make him happy? God, this life passes by so slowly; I think I will
never survive until seven o'clock to see him again. Will he go see his
girlfriend tonight or will he want to stay with me? That bitch! I hate
her... But, on the other hand, I love her for not giving him what he wants
because then I can give it. I hope she dies!

	He didn't hurt me that night when he fucked me in the ass for the
first and second time, but my ass felt sore for the rest of the week. After
our love making we talked and he wanted to know if I had really enjoyed him
fucking me like a woman and after being reassured that it had been the most
exciting thing in my life he said that now he didn't know what to do since
he had never fucked an ass before and didn't know it could be so sweet and
pleasurable as mine had been. He said that now he couldn't think about
cumming between my legs when I had the hottest piece of ass waiting for his
fucker. I told him that my ass was his and all he had to do was call me. He
kissed me tenderly in the mouth and told me it was time for me to go. And
that had been six months earlier.

	During that time we got together as many times as possible and he
would fuck me gently and tenderly at first until he reached his limit and
then turn me into his whore until he came. We learned how to make it easier
for both of us, he bought a lubricant to facilitate the penetration and we
also tried other positions. He learned how to relax and feel comfortable
when I licked him in the ass, but never showed any interest in being
penetrated himself. He enjoyed it because it was good being caressed there,
but his main focus was in his cock and how to get the most of it by plowing
it deeply into my boycunt, which he had come to know deeply. Another thing
that changed from that night on was that now he would come to me, he would
ask me to visit him and he gave the first steps when he wanted to fuck me.

	Many times he would arrive from work and find me sitting on the
front steps. He would sit beside me and pull me against him and whisper in
my ear "Are you waiting for me, baby?" or "Did you miss me?" Or still
"Guess what I've got for you here in my pants."  A few other times he said,
"I'm fucking horny today and I need your ass, kiddo;" "Did you like it
yesterday? I spent the whole day thinking about what you did to me!" Of
course I still looked for him and he only said 'no,' when he really
couldn't. I didn't waste time anymore thinking about right or wrong or any
feelings of guilty. I used my time to learn how to behave without turning
myself in to others and how to find more time to spend with him. Of course
there was his girlfriend who was always between us; he told me that she
seemed suspicious of something because he was not that insistent anymore
about fucking her. He told her that he had decided to respect her will and
wait until they got married. And since there wasn't another woman in his
life and she could never suspect her boyfriend was fucking a little boy,
she let it go. If only she knew!

	And time passed by... slowly (away from him), and fast (in his
arms)! We watched movies together; we read books (he introduced me to the
authors he liked and today I think of them as my own authors). He even
bought a book and we read it together when we had time, extra time, that
is: The Eyes of the Dragon, by Stephen King. After that book I read all of
the author's books, but Carlos thought that this book was more suitable for
my age. I don't know what he meant by that if we consider what we had been
doing then. But then it was time to say goodbye for a while! The school
year was over and vacation arrived and my parents wanted me to stay with
them the whole two months. How would I survive being away from my love?
What if he forgot me? What if... 'Oh, God, I can't stay away from him...'
that was what filled my mind the last week I spent near him. He said that
he would miss me a lot, that he didn't know what he would do without me
there, but that I should go and visit my parents, after all it would be for
only two months.

	- "Two eternal months, you mean?" I said with a sullen voice. He
smiled and said that those two months would look eternal for him, too, and
brightened things up for me a little when he said he would visit me there
soon. Well, that seemed much better!

	The day I had to leave I went to his house and he was waiting for
me. My parents said they would come to pick me up but Carlos had suggested
taking me himself, he had nothing better to do and it would be a chance to
see where my parents lived... They agreed and I went to his house after I
had packed and put the bags in the trunk of his car. In a way I think he
did that because he wanted to say goodbye in our own way, since we would be
separated for a while. I had cried during that week and he had comforted
me, but I knew he was sad, too, he had told me that. That day the song that
bid us farewell was Drift Away, by Uncle Kracker. I looked hard at the man
before me, at his handsome face, at his strong, sensitive body and large
expressive hands, at his eyes that seemed so earnest and my heart shrank.

	- "I want to be with you, Carlos, now. I want to memorize
everything about you before I go." I said.

	- "I know, kiddo. Me, too! Come here!" The anxiety left his eyes,
replaced now by the warmth I had grown used to and made my body respond to
him. He drew me to him and his mouth found mine and his arms surrounded me.

	- "Ah, kiddo, I will miss you too much!" He held me tight against
his chest as though he never wanted to let go. He tilted my face up to him
and kissed my forehead, my eyes and my lips. I felt his desire thru his
clothes; I knew he wanted me, too. His hands reached inside my t-shirt and
rubbed my nipples. A low moan escaped my lips and he pulled me against his
body. He removed my t-shirt and his and then he unzipped my pants and found
my asscheeks. I pressed up against him when his fingers sank into my
buns. I reached out and unzipped his Jeans and felt his hard, throbbing
member and rubbed my hand along its shaft. He breathed a loud sigh of
pleasure. I bent down and took him into my mouth, feeling the smoothness of
his skin with my tongue, and drew him as far as I could, then pushed him
out and drew him in again, still rubbing his shaft with my hands. I heard
him moan, and then he took a deep breath and gently pushed me away.

	- "Wait, I don't want to cum yet, I need to fuck you first. Turn
around on your knees, baby." I removed my pants, before turning around on
my knees, and he did the same. Now my backside was open to him who crouched
up close and began rubbing his tongue in my chute, exploring my back
entrance, tasting me one last time until I begged him to fill me with his
cock. He had laid aside the lubricant for just that purpose and I saw him
smear his pole waiting to break loose the surge of pressure that made him
ache. He spread my cheeks apart and guided his full and ready cock into the
deep and willing entrance of my butt. He did this slowly and tentatively,
breaking me up gently until he was sure that I could take him the way he
wanted. He knew how to make me get to the point of actually command him to
fuck me hard. When he had his cock already in and I was feeling comfortable
enough, he withdrew, almost fully, and entered me again, pulling me to him,
and reveled in the deep embrace of my asshole around his fucker. Again he
withdrew and entered, and again, and again, until finally in a great burst,
he came inside my ass. After a few final strokes that drew out the final
measure, and still deep within my warm ass, he wrapped his arms around me
and took my cock in his hand and jerked me, bringing me to a raging orgasm
with his cock caressing my prostate. Finally we pulled apart and he pulled
himself up.

	- "I was too fast. I was ready too soon. I couldn't wait," he said.

	- "That is another aspect of pleasure that I like a lot and make me
shiver." I said dressing up.

	- "What?" He wanted to know.

	- "To know that you were too horny to fuck me that the only thing
you really thought of was shoving your cock up my ass. That is something
that maybe you will not understand, but it makes me feel special when you
fuck me this way. It reminds me that first time you fucked me in the ass,
you were as eager as you were today." He smiled, probably remembering our
first time.

And then it was time to go. We got in his car and he drove away as I turned
around to see the houses disappearing behind us. My heart felt so sad and
so empty. But then he put his hand on my knee and when I looked at him he
gave me one of those heartbreaking smiles of his and I forgot everything.
After all it would be only two months and he promised he would visit me
during that time.


Eighth Part


	And he did visit me! Three weeks after he had dropped me at my
parent's, he honked his horn and I ran to him. He had called the previous
day, Friday, and said that he needed to see me. I almost burst with joy and
excitement after those agonizing days away from him. I would lie awake in
my bed and think of him, of our time together and our lovemaking. The
nights were long and difficult because I wanted to be with him and he was
not there. I wanted to have him near me so that I could tell him that I
loved him. And now he had come; my Carlos had come to see me. Suddenly all
the emptiness and loneliness of those three past weeks were gone at the
honk of a horn. We had called each other during those days but I usually
felt worse after we hung up. To listen to his voice and know that he was
missing me was good, but nothing compares to the touch, to the breathing on
the face, to the warmth of being near. My parents even asked if I was OK,
saying that I was different. And I was different! I had become a young man
who fell in love with another man, with a man who could be my own father,
and who fucked me like he would fuck his girlfriend, if he could. And he
was coming to visit me, he had said on the phone. He wanted to know if my
parents wouldn't mind if he took me to the movies. I said 'yes' even
without asking my parents because I knew they would not mind.

	- "Do you want me to come?" He asked just to tease me and also
because he wanted to hear me saying so. Those who really enjoy sex know
that it all begins with words, whispers, intentions revealed in every
gesture leading to that specific moment when the bodies join, and the final
act arrives.

	- "Yes, oh, yes, Carlos, I thought you'd never come!"

	- "OK, kiddo, that's what I needed to hear. See you tomorrow,
then!" And we hung up. What would happen and how we would make it happen I
still didn't know since we would not have the house only for ourselves, but
I knew for sure that we would make love the next day, and my body trembled
at the thought and anticipation.

	I didn't know how we should greet each other, but I decided to be
myself. Thus, when he opened the door and got out of the car I ran to him
and hugged him effusively, but like two friends. My parents knew Carlos
very well and were aware that everybody loved him, especially children.

	- "Hey, kiddo, you've grown, you're almost a man now," he said
playfully and tousled my hair like he used to do everyday when he saw
me. And he greeted my parents and we got in the house. We had lunch
together and I could not get my eyes off of him while he talked to my
parents, and we all laughed. He could be very funny and amusing. After
lunch he said we would go to the mall to watch a movie and have an ice
cream, and my parents said 'OK.' When we got in his car again we looked
each other and smiled, sharing the wonder of being together again. I wanted
to reach and kiss him right there, but I didn't, of course. But after he
started the car and left I couldn't resist feeling his body, the texture of
his hairy chest, his nipples, and I touched him there. He looked at me and
smiled.

	- "Did you miss me, kiddo?" He asked.

	- "Too much!" And I cupped his crotch, pressing my hand down,
trying to feel his bulge. "And you, did you miss me, too?" I grinned
mischievously.

	- "Too much! All I want right now is to be alone with you."  That
was when I asked him what we would do to be alone, where he would take
me. He said there was this fishing cabin he and his friends used when they
went fishing and nobody would disturb us there. He had checked with
everybody and nobody would use it that weekend. 'Perfect!' I thought.

	When we got there the place was more secluded than I thought and
even gave us the sense of being alone in the world. There was a
kitchen-living room, two small bedrooms with two bunks each, and a
bathroom. He took two mattresses from the bunks and took them to the living
room, made room for them and said that our love nest was ready. Only then
he took me in his arms and kissed me. I was feeling happier than I ever had
in my life and I held him as though I was afraid to let him go, afraid he
might disappear, wanting to hold him prisoner forever in that cabin. My
heart was beating fast, maybe I was still dreaming. Tears threatened to
fill my eyes because I couldn't believe I was in his arms again, that he
was holding me, wanting me, loving me after all this time. With the kiss
our need for each other grew; and I felt him and my body responded, and was
ready for him. His hands flew immediately to my butt and caressed it. He
pulled my zipper down and I stepped out of my Jeans and I pulled his
T-shirt off, too, wanting to run my fingers thru the hair on his chest and
suckle on his nipples. I lay on the mattresses and invited him to join
me. He got rid of his Jeans and stretched out beside me only in his
underwear, pulled me to him and kissed me lightly. I liked very much to
look at him - to see him there with me, to smell his man scent.

	- "I missed you, kiddo, did you know that?" I looked at his face,
suffused with love, and kissed him. Then I snuggled beside him, on my side,
my back to him.

	- "If you knew how I waited for this moment," I told him, "now that
we are here it seems like a dream to me. I was afraid you could forget
me. Did you miss me, too?" I asked.

	- "Of course I missed you, too, kiddo. Why do you think I am here?
It's been an agony for me these past three weeks since you came here." He
was pressing his body against mine, already showing me his eagerness.

	- "Are you still having blue balls or has she...?" He didn't let me
finish. Hugging me tighter he thrust his crotch into my butt to give me a
better notion of his situation, and smiled.

	- "What do you think? If it were not for you, and my hands lately,
my balls would be purple by now." He kissed me lightly on my neck and
added, "But now I got you here to take care of me. Do you want to take care
of my balls?" He was horny. And so was I.

	- "I'll do whatever you say, Carlos. I've been waiting for this
moment for too long. Just say the word and I'll give you willingly, not
just my body, but my very soul, too!" He placed his big hand on my chest
inside my t-shirt and began caressing me, causing me to gasp as a shock of
excitement coursed through me. He made me lie flat and took one of my
nipples in his mouth, as he would do to a woman. I moaned with pleasure and
began breathing hard. He turned me over, made me lift my hips and pushed
off my underwear, revealing my buns to him, which he squeezed, massaging
them slowly. He rubbed his tongue around my mounds, giving little
bites. Then he stopped for a moment, moved down between my legs, pushed
them apart, and with both hands held me open looking at my brown, wrinkled
asshole.

	- "Gosh, kiddo, looking at your tight hole I wonder how you can
take me whole there, and I fuck need to shove it there just to prove me you
really can take me up your ass." He was impatient, but he wanted to make it
last, too. Then he rubbed his tongue over my pucker and I cried out,
arching to him, while he kept rubbing my asshole with his wet tongue. "I
need to fuck this tight ass, baby, I really do." He took the lubricant he
had at hand and worked my ass with his fingers, shoving first one then two
fingers up my ass while I squirmed and moaned and babbled, my cock rock
hard and my ass burning with desire. "Fuck, you have such a hot and tight
ass..."

	He turned me around again and pulled my t-shirt off. His cock was
hard and pushed insistently against the restraints of his underwear, which
had a large wet spot where the head was hidden. Then he lowered it and his
thick cock jumped free, hard, proud, and jutting out. I also sat up and
took it in my hand, sliding it back and forth over the full length, feeling
the warmth, the smooth skin, and the hard fullness. I was not afraid of his
size anymore. I bent down to him and enclosed my mouth around him. He
grunted.

	- "Oh, my God, kiddo... Aaaahhhhhh... I'm so horny I'm afraid to
cum without any warning!" His voice was hoarse with control. "I'd like to
cum in your mouth, but right now I want to fuck you, I need to feel my cock
buried in your ass, baby." He told me to lie down and moved between my
tights, spreading them, my legs thrown over each of his arms, the way he
did when he fucked me for the first time. His engorged, hard cock touched
promptly my slick asshole and pressed there, forcing in on me. I moaned
loudly this time and he smiled at my pleasure.

	- "Do you feel it? It has been giving me a hard time lately begging
for your ass. Uuhhmmm, it's so sweet..." He pushed his cock harder and I
felt the pressure against my hole. I clung to him and shuddered, and he
pushed again into my ready ass. I was ready for him; I wanted to feel his
fullness inside me.

	- "Ohh, Carlos, my love, fuck me, please, I can't wait anymore, and
I'm almost cumming..." And he was on me, sliding in. He backed off, and
plunged in again, deep; and my ass embraced him all. I was beyond myself,
lost in a world beyond description, beyond any knowing, except him. He
pulled out, and then pushed in again, and again, and again. I thrilled to
the sensation of his long, hard member seeking my depths, filling me. He
pulled back and I hungered for him to return, to fill me again, the
tingling deep inside me growing stronger. We fit together, matched each
other.

	- "Ah, baby, I wanted to make it last, but I can't wait anymore. I
can feel it getting closer..." Sweat glistened on his body as he gave
powerful pushes. "How I wanted this, how I wanted to fuck your ass like
this, to drive my cock into your warm asshole, to shove it deep until I'm
buried within you like this..." He dove in again, and again, as I reached
for him, hungered for him, ached for him. He glued his mouth on mine and
sucked my tongue, making me taste a great amount of his own saliva, and
with wild abandon, with no restraints, he came back, and back to me, faster
and faster until he plunged one last time and soaked me with his cum with
shuddering spasms.

	- "Oh, Gosh, baby, I'm cumming... I'm cumming..." At hearing this I
couldn't take it any longer and arched my body as his thrust sent his cock
deeper in my ass and I began cumming, too. Our bodies shuddered and
quivered as deep surges of pleasure washed over us, coming in waves that
matched his movements inside my ass, and he pumped his hot cum inside
me. Our belies were slick with my cum but he didn't mind. He told me once
that he always marveled at the fact that he could make me cum without the
need of touching my cock, just by thrusting his rod into me.

	He lay there for a moment with his head buried in my neck,
breathing hard, too drained, too sensually spent to move. He was sprawled
on top of me, but I always loved that part, the weight of his body on me. I
smelled his scent of cologne, he always smelled good. Then he raised
himself, rolled over and held me close while we rested.


Ninth Part


	The feeling was so wonderful, so... magic!

	Do you know that feeling of reaching your destiny after a long
journey? The feeling of accomplishing a special project you have given too
much of yourself? The feeling of returning home after being away for a long
time, away from those you love too much, in a place full of strangers, and
you count the minutes to go back? Well, this is true, but it is more than
that! It's like being snuggled in bed when the night is cold and the rain
is pouring outside; it's like drinking hot cocoa in front of a fireplace or
sitting in a veranda around six or seven in the evening, looking south
while drinking tea. Or the contentment of listening to Roger Waters
singing, "It's a miracle!" while driving fast on a freeway and the sun is
setting on the horizon.

	All these together and even more was what I felt nestled in Carlos'
arms, feeling, more than hearing, his heart beating against my face. The
lassitude that takes over our limbs after we cum, plus the happiness I was
feeling made me feel drowsy...

When I woke up it was already dark and he was moving around in the
kitchen-space only in his underwear. He turned to me and gave me his most
charming smile, one that showed all his love for me.

	- "Hey, Sleeping Beauty, we didn't come here for you to sleep the
whole afternoon. I was about to wake you up because we have to get back
soon or your parents will be worried, and I still want to do one thing or
two. How do you feel about that?" He had a mischievous smile on his lips as
he handed me a glass of Coke. I felt like exploding with happiness for
having such a gorgeous man as my lover and I took both the glass and his
other hand and pulled him down on the mattress. I sipped the Coke and made
him lie down and I straddled him, my naked butt resting on his delicious
bulge, which was not hard yet.

	- "Of course I didn't come here to sleep, but you surely gave me a
HARD time and I had no option but to fall asleep as soon as you stopped
torturing me," I said smiling as I bent and kissed him on the corner of his
mouth; he wrapped his arms around my body and hugged me tight, his mouth
searching for mine and I felt his tongue probing me, and so I sucked it and
wrapped my own tongue around his. By now his bulge was alive and I felt it
move against my buns. I began kissing him again all over as I moved down
his body, and drew the map of his body on my mind using the neural
terminations and the papillae on my tongue to do that, registering every
and each inch of terrain, exploring the valleys, hills, forests and
mountains of that wonder of nature. There was also the scent, which played
an important role in our love act. His scent of man, mingled with his sweat
and our dried cum, was intoxicating and got stronger as I approached his
nether regions.

	I dove my nose into his crotch, between his legs, right below his
balls and took a deep breath. That worked the same way a good sniff of dust
works when it hits the brain, and I felt kind of dizzy and began chewing
his balls, licking around them, my head moving wildly as I tasted him with
my licking tongue, which now was working its way inside his undies, moving
closer to his asshole. He let out a long moan and removed his underwear
quickly and I got hold of his monster, warm cock and kept licking his
balls. I made him turn around and he lay there with his beautiful, hairy
butt, so perfect and so symmetric, sticking up and I kissed it, caressed it
with my hands and lips to then really chew on it, too, my tongue finding
the way between those two masculine, muscled cheeks.

	I spread them apart and his manhole was there, tightly shut,
surrounded by a bush of hair. As my face got near the smell was stronger
than ever and I loved that funk smell of his, and I fell with my mouth over
it and ate his ass passionately, rubbing my tongue around the wrinkles. He
grunted and raised his ass a little more. Right below his ass his balls
hung heavily and his cock was hard like a massive piece of iron, pointing
straight down, almost puncturing the mattress. While I ate his ass I took
his balls in one hand and with the other I ran it up and down his shaft,
masturbating him slowly, using his own precum as a lubricant. Now he had
completely given himself to me, not ashamed of having his ass eaten and not
caring where that would lead us. He was discovering a new world and new
sensations he never thought existed. I didn't try to penetrate him with my
tongue or finger because I knew that he wouldn't like it and what I wanted
was to please him without scaring him, so when he was grunting
intermittently and his ass, balls and all the area around was completely
covered with my saliva I sneaked between his legs, my face directly below
his suspended cock and took it in my mouth swallowing it completely down my
throat. He let out a roar and forced it down my gullet. I waited a little
and pushed him away enough to have room to grab his cock and squeeze it at
the base to yield a large drop of precum, which I collected with my
tongue. He was impatient to shove his cock down my throat again but I knew
I would choke, so I wrapped my hand around his fat shaft, keeping the head
of his cock between my parted lips and urged him to fuck my mouth.

	With abandon he began thrusting his hips up and down my mouth, his
cock moving back and forth between my slippery fingers while the head
touched the back of my throat at each down stroke. With my other hand I
caressed his butt and pulled him down on me. After a while I made him lie
down again and straddled him again, our lips meeting again and our tongues
locked. He tasted his own fluids. After an eternity I raised my face and we
looked each other passionately. His cock was twitching against my cheeks
and that broke my paralysis. I straightened my body and got hold of his
tool, raised my butt and placed the head against my asshole. He was looking
at me and waited as I lowered myself on his hard cock, the head slipping
past my sphincter, lodging entirely inside my ass, until his pubes was
grinding my buns. It was a new sensation to be sitting on him, having his
cock hidden in my ass. I was sitting straight and my cock was completely
hard, too. He took it in his big hand and massaged it, sliding it up and
down, making my body shiver with pleasure and joy.

	- "Oh, yeah, kiddo, ride my cock, ride my cock!" He thrust his cock
up every time I raised and fell down on him. "This is fucking
hot...sssssss... yeaaahhhhh!"

	- "Oh, yeah, this is good! Do you like it? Do you like me riding
your cock?" I asked him, quickening my pace because I was already feeling
my balls beginning to gather up. But I was feeling nasty and I wanted to
drive him crazy. "Can you feel your cock buried in my belly? Can you feel
it? You are mine Carlos, now you are mine because I have you inside of
me. Fuck me Carlos, pour your spunk inside my belly, make me your girl,
Carlos, I am your girl..." I was crazy and I began fantasizing, which made
my blood run faster in my veins. And he was crazy, too.

	- "You want my cock up your ass, kiddo? Want to be my girl? Yeah?
Take it, baby, take it up your ass!" And he'd shove his cock up, meeting my
butt in the air as I pressed down against his hard fucker sliding in and
out of my wet and stretched hole. "Yeah, I am yours, kiddo, but you are
mine, too. You are my girl; my baby girl and I want to give you my
manmeat. Do you wan my manmeat? Do you?..."

	- "Yes, Carlos, give it to me, please fuck me good now, fuck your
baby good now, give it to me..." He let go of my cock, grabbed me by the
hips, flipped me over on my back without getting out of my ass, as I
wrapped my legs around his waist and he kept fucking me hard.

	- "Is this what you want, baby, is it?" He kept asking as his cock
screwed me hard. He placed my legs on each of his arms and pounded me hard
again. "I love your ass, baby! I love it. Is this what you want?" He was
fucking me really hard, then harder and harder, his balls slapping against
my ass. He'd stop from time to time, hold my legs in the air and watch as
his cock disappeared into my ass.

	- "Yeah, give it to me, fuck me hard, Carlos, cum in my ass. I am
your girl, I want you to make a baby inside my belly, I'm your girl, I'm
your girl..."

	- "Do you want me to make a baby in you? Want to make a baby with
me? Want my baby to grow inside of you? Oh, yeah, this is hot... this is
fucking hot... here, Champ, take my cock, I'm gonna make a baby inside of
you... oh, my God, I'm about to cum... I'm about to cum in your ass,
baby..." He was really giving it to me now, his cock completely invading my
ass without resistance and without mercy, his balls slapping against my
cheeks, and the knowledge that my man, my Carlos was mounting me,
deep-rooting me with his beautiful and big cock, pounding at me, reaching
deep inside my ass, knowing that I was giving him what his girlfriend
refused to give him, aware that his body was inside mine, ready to spit his
essence, part of him, that part that could grow a baby inside a woman's
womb, was too much for me, and once again I began cumming without even
touching myself.

	- "Oh, Carlos, I'm cumming... I'm cumming with you rooted in my
ass... oh, fuck, I'm cummmmiiiiinng!..." I shouted and lost myself to that
feeling that engulfs us at the moment we reach an orgasm, making us forget
everything but our own pleasure; carrying us in its arms to unknown places,
making us reach unreachable realms of ecstasy and delight. Only those who
have cum while a cock hammers down his prostate can have a notion of what
I'm telling here.

	- "Oh, yeah, kiddo, cum with my cock buried in your ass, cum with
me, baby... here's my spunk, darling, here's my baby-maker... take it, I
want to make a baby inside of you, kiddo, here it
is... aaarrghhhhh... yeah, take it.... Aaarrgghhhh..." He gave a mighty
hard shove and stopped then shoved again, and then again, and his body
shuddered as his cock released his load inside my bowels.

	The satisfaction of having the man you love filling you up with his
sperm is something beyond explanation; when you think that the person
trembling on top of you is experiencing a shattering orgasm because you
took him to that point, the pleasure doubles - after all, isn't that what
we seek? To be unforgettable? As his tremors subsided and his body relaxed,
he lowered his head and we kissed, his wet mouth covering mine as his cum
filled my ass. In the quiet moments that followed our explosions we felt
each other's heart drumming; his cock gave little twitches in my ass and my
ass contracted around his deflating cock, and slowly, gently, he let go of
my legs. This time it took us longer to disengage.


Epilogue


	That was the last time we got together and also the last time he
took me in his arms and kissed me, and made me his, and he were mine... as
I look back to that moment in my life I don't know what happened and I
can't explain why it turned out to be that way. Looking back through the
eyes of a grown man now, a man who learned how to cope with the pain of
loss and came out a survivor - survivor indeed, although a little bitter
and disillusioned - but a survivor anyway, I can see that although we don't
understand how life works, it always knows better. It isn't wise to need
someone as much as I depended on him.

Carlos was an adult and was on his way to raise a family and could never be
what I wanted and needed him to be for me: my man, my lover, my everything!
Would we always meet furtively and live a double life? And what would
happen after he got married, would he still have time for me?

Of course if I had had the chance to choose what I wanted, I would have
chosen to be with him and be his fucking boy for the rest of my life, even
if we met only sporadically. But the dices had been rolled and I was not
entrusted with the power to decide for my own life yet. What came to pass
was that I never went back to live with my uncle and aunt again. Luck had
finally laughed to my father and he had one lifetime chance to grow in his
job and in less than one month we moved to another city in another state.

	I remember that I cried days and nights not knowing what would be
of me, and my parents were worried about me, trying to understand why I was
crying and I could not even tell them. They would never understand if I
told them that I was crying because I didn't want to go away from the most
important person in my life, the man who had showed me paradise and turned
my life into something meaningful. My parents even thought I was going
crazy because they could not conceive the fact that their son was so
unhappy in having to move to a better city and life. They had thought I
would be the one who would love it most!

And so it happened. I tried to contact Carlos and tell him what was going
on and I even asked my parents to take me back to my uncle's place to say
goodbye in an attempt to see him, but he was not there. It was a Saturday
and he did not know I was coming (every time I tried to call him I never
got him); he probably had gone to his girlfriend's. I went to his porch and
cried a lot remembering the other time I had cried on those same steps and
what had happened afterwards. Only this time he didn't appear to let me in
and hug me, and love me, and wipe my tears away. I wrote him a message
telling him that I would be moving to another city the next day, and I told
him in my childish way that I loved him and wanted him to visit me as soon
as he could, but I knew that we probably would not have a chance to see
each other again in a long time.

	I did not know where life was taking me to, but I knew where I
wanted to be. I just wanted to be here where I could hear him breathing in
the night... and feel him... Try as it make I can't explain what I was
feeling that evening as we left my hometown for good. Strangely, there was
no song I can remember of, which is something unusual since songs were
always present in my relationship with Carlos from the beginning.

	And then one day slipped away, and then another, and another, and
when I realized he was too far for me to bring him close, and the way back
home seemed too long. Despite all the distance and time, and the changes
that I had gone through, he never strayed far from my mind, and I never
stopped hoping once more I'd see him. I used to wish on a star, and I used
to send a prayer up to heaven asking to see him again.

The first month hurt terribly and I even had a few problems at school. But
then the pain... the pain began to fade away. And now, years later, when I
look back, it doesn't seem like it was that long ago, so vivid are the
memories!

	And I learned a simple truth: we can dream about what made us happy
in the past every now and then, but we can't go there again; there's a
black top road with a faded center line that can take us back to the place
of our memories, but it can't take us back in time.

	Some people say that falling in love is purely chance, the random
blend of time and place, circumstance, and I know that we both felt love,
the same way we also felt pain, but time has come for me to take sunshine
over the rain. There must be a better way of saying 'it's over' where
nobody walks away with tears in their eyes, but my heart is telling me now
it's time to let him go.

	I've loved enough!