Date: Wed, 25 Jan 2006 10:22:27 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Pablo's Story part 4

This  is a homosexual fantasy and as such will contain unprotected sex,
which, in this  day and age is unwise to say the least; but it is a fantasy. If it
is illegal  for you to read such material, for any reason, please leave  now.
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I've  just re-read part one and realised I didn't make it clear that we
moved into the  Grandee's old house when I was 8, sorry.
I was  excited again, and although it was getting late, it was the weekend so
I had no  school tomorrow; I decided to start training my bum-hole right
away. It was  already clean so I could leave the enema until tomorrow. I unlocked
the original  box and took out the butt-plug, at 5-1/2 inches by 4-1/2 inches (at
its widest  point) it looked massive compared to my thin 3-1/2 inch uncut cock.
I took a long  look at the latest photo that I'd found of Leonel and Elias
then carried the  butt-plug into the bathroom. I was taking no chances, if there
was an accident  it would be easier to clean up the bathroom.
I  took a bath towel from the dirty linen hamper and spread it on the marble
floor,  and then I got a jar of Vaseline from the cupboard. I found myself
trembling  with excitement and anticipation. Kneeling on the towel I scooped up a
dollop of  Vaseline and wiped some along my crack then I eased two fingers
into my hole,  sighing as they went past my sphincter, I was learning to relax
now. I moved  them around then withdrew them. I picked the butt-plug up and
covered it in  Vaseline.
My  heartbeat had picked up, so I took several big breaths to calm myself.
Kneeling  on the towel I placed the butt-plug against my bum-hole and pushed
steadily  against it. The first 3 inches went in easily enough but I stopped to
let my  bum-hole get used to the foreign invader. As I twisted and turned the
butt-plug  I took my stiff cock in my left hand, that felt strange too, and
eased my ample  foreskin back. Precum oozed from my cock-slit and I scooped it up
and ate it  before going back to a lazy wank of my cock. I pushed against the
plug until the  widest part was against my sphincter, it was now getting
painful. Releasing my  cock I reached around and pulled my arse cheek open. It was
no good, every time  I pushed the plug hurt, so I had to stop, but I held the
plug in place. I was  sweating and my heartbeat was racing, I almost cried in
frustration. I'd read  how elastic the sphincter is, so why wouldn't mine
open up?
Changing position I lay on my side and after I calmed down I pushed  again; I
did cry out as I experienced a sharp stab of pain and then I sighed in
relief as the plug sank home and my boy-hole closed around the narrower shaft
trapping the plug inside me, I was elated. It felt strange but sexy having
something that big inside my body. I knelt, and then stood, and then carefully
walked about, boy did it feel good every time I moved. Then I sat on the toilet
seat cover after pulling my arse cheeks apart, that seemed to push the plug
even  deeper causing me to moan out loud.
My  cock had softened, but it was still oozing precum which I lapped up off
my  finger and thumb. I wasn't bothered about my cock for the moment I was
enjoying  the sensations the plug was producing too much. I got up and went back
to the  towel and lay back down on my side and grasped the plug's base. I
pulled  steadily and another stab of pain shot through my young body as the plug
broke  past my sphincter. I didn't care, one jolt of pain for all that pleasure
was  well worth it. As soon as the widest part was out I pushed the plug back
in.  After a dozen or so attempts my boy-hole was accepting the plug with ease
with  only the tiniest amount of pain, I'd done it!
While  I continued to fuck my boy-hole with the plug I took hold of my half
hard cock  and coaxed it back to life. I wanked my cock slowly enjoying the
extra  sensations that tingled through it every time the plug hit what I knew
must be  my prostate gland. Although I was producing lots of precum I wasn't
going to  stop wanking to collect it, so there was a large damp spot forming on
the towel  and a thin line of precum running from my cock slit to finally join
the precum  on the towel. After all the cumming I'd done I hadn't thought I'd
cum again that  night, but I could feel my orgasm building. I was soaked in
sweat and my pulse  was racing, the plug certainly caused more and better
sensations than my fingers  had. I tightened my grip on my cock and wanked faster,
then that feeling washed  over me. I forced the plug as far up my boy-hole as
it would go and my sphincter  tightened around its shaft as my cock exploded
and I shot my biggest load yet.  My spunk went everywhere, up my body hitting me
under the chin, over the towel  and onto the floor, and the last oozings
dribbled down all over my  hand.
I  rolled over onto my back exhausted, my breath coming in ragged bursts, I
was  totally spent. Absent-mindedly I licked my cum from my hand as I
eventually  looked down my cum soaked body. "Damn!" I thought, "I'll have to shower
again,  and clean the floor and wash the towel out." Then I had a wicked idea, I
'd leave  the butt-plug up my boy-hole until the morning! I cleaned
everything up, all my  movements sending shivers through me as the butt-plug moved
about inside me,  keeping my cock half hard. As I had a quick shower I also washed
the towel out  to drape over my balcony to dry. When I returned to my bedroom
I closed the two  boxes, after taking out the enema thing which I put in the
drawer, then placed  the boxes in their new hiding place. Wearily I pushed the
drawer back in place  and then I replaced the blankets and pushed the drawer
shut. I got to my feet  and climbed into bed, I think I was asleep before my
head touched the  pillow.
After  that there was no stopping me, and by the time I was 15 I could take
all the  dildos, well, only 12 inches of the 16 inch one, and butt-plugs. My
favourite  was the pyramid of balls which I used to stick to the bathroom floor
or wall and  ride myself silly on it. But it took so much out of me, and it
left my boy-hole  too tender to do anything further with for 24 hours, that I
only used it every  couple of weeks. Sometimes I almost passed out when the
final 7-1/2 inch ball was  forced past my sphincter, and I actually did pass out for
a few seconds on a few  occasions when I came while sitting on it. I also
used to suck on the dildos as  practice until I got my mouth around the real
thing.
I did  most of my "boy-hole" training in the bathroom until I was used to a
new toy,  then I was able to do it more comfortably in the bedroom. I still
occasional had  the sensation of being watched in either room. Usually
accompanied by scrabbling  sounds, but I soon got used to them and ignored them. One
other weird thing  happened to me after I'd started to cum; whenever Consuela
passed me she'd  ruffle my hair and whisper:
"My  son would love to play with you. He likes to play with little  boys."
I  didn't tell anyone about it, my Dad was hardly ever there anyway, and I
think my  Mom resented having me so long after my sisters, I think I curbed her
social  life when I was younger. I did ask Maria del Carmen, the housekeeper,
about  Consuela and she told me that Consuela's husband had died when their
son was my  age, 12. Senor Lopez, the Grandee had let her bring the son to live
in the  house. I was in his old room. When he was 21 he'd disappeared and only
returned  for Senor Lopez's funeral a few years later. But he'd disappeared
again  immediately after. There was talk that S. Lopez had left him some
money.  Consuela had "gone strange" after that, but she was harmless. The son
would have  been 30 now she thought. I asked his name.
"Leonel." She told me! It was as if someone walked over my  grave.
Enough gossip. I had reached my full 5 feet at 15 and my uncut cock has
never got any longer than the 5-1/2 inches it was then. Judging from the photos
though it was thicker than average, certainly thicker than Leonel's when he was
in his 20's. I had a nice little bush of blondish hair at the base of my cock,
I  was proud of that. All the dildo play and cycling must have worked on my
still  hairless arse, because it was out of proportion to my skinny, little-boy
body;  it was large and firm, a real bubble-butt you'd say these days. My
ball sac was  tight and still hairless, but my balls were big and I produced
loads of cum,  more than a lot of the guys in the photos. I also produced a lot of
precum, and  to stop it leaving tell-tale marks on my trousers I'd taken a
couple of  tea-towels from the kitchen and cut them in half lengthwise; then
using the cord  from a pair of my unused pyjamas as a belt I'd  put the towel on
like a Red Indian's  loincloth. I'd leave it on for days and on the nights I'
d sometimes tie it  around my mouth and nose and savour the faint sexy taste
and smells while I  fucked my boy-hole as I tossed off. My foreskin was so long
and loose that I  could pinch it shut as I wanked and capture half of my load
of cum in it before  having to let the rest shoot out, giving me a good
handful to swallow down. I  couldn't get enough spunk to eat; I loved it, and
longed to eat someone  else's.
I'd  also read up about diets, and I changed my eating habits to include lots
of  fibre, consequently my stools were long and firm. Also I trained myself
so that  I defecated regularly once a day, after dinner, then I could give
myself an  enema so that I was nice and clean for my sex games. When I'd finished
for the  night I'd insert the 7 inch X 4-1/2 inch butt-plug, and, because I'd
cut the base  off it, I could push it completely into my arse chute until it
was buried deep  inside me, I could "shit" it out at will. Sometimes I'd leave
it inside my arse  chute all day, which meant that I had an almost permanent
erection, riding my  bike almost made me cum and I soaked the precum cloths! I
tried to look after  the rest of my body too. I was I wasn't very muscled but
I rode my bike a lot  and did some P.E. so my body though skinny was firm. The
only thing missing from  my life was a real live cock, but that changed a
month after my 15th  birthday.
It  was around noon one Friday and I was  bicycling around the grounds. I had
the dildo inside me and my cock was hard and  oozing precum as usual. When I
passed the track leading to the gardener's small  cottage I noticed someone
sat in the porch leaning against the door, which was  odd, as my Mother had
taken the gardener with her to the nursery about half an  hour ago. Knowing my
Mother they'd be gone for 2 hours at least. I turned and  rode down the path, as
I approached a native boy scrambled to his feet and went  to run away.
"Don't go!" I called out. "Stop and talk to me,  please."
The  boy stopped and turned to face me. He was 5ft 6 with longish black hair
and  glittering black eyes. He was wearing a tatty poncho, threadbare cotton
shorts  and sandals.
"Who  are you?" I asked.
"I'm  Ramon Senor, the gardener's grandson. I've bought him some stew from
my Mother."  He stammered as he pointed to a covered pot on the porch step.
I  laughed. "I'm not a "Senor" Ramon, I'm Paul."
I got  off my bike and offered him my hand to shake. He just stood there
shuffling  about and staring at me. He pushed his hands deep into his pockets and
I  swallowed when I saw his cock clearly outlined by the thin material, I didn'
t  think he was wearing underwear. It looked to be four inches  long.
"I'm  not supposed to be here Senor; I'd better go before I get my
grandfather into  trouble."
"I  won't tell anybody I've seen you Ramon, I promise. Couldn't we play a
bit? I get  a bit lonely on my own. And my name's Paul."
He  looked down at me and snorted.
"Play  with you? You're far too young for me to play with, I'm nearly a man.
How old  are you anyway, nine, ten?"
I  laughed; I wasn't offended I knew I looked a lot younger than I  was.
"I  was 15 a month ago; I'm just small, like my parents."
"15?"  he snorted again. "I don't believe you, sorry, I'm 15. But if you
are I bet you  can't make milk (leche) yet, I can!"
I was  perplexed, "milk?", then I fell in. my Spanish was good, but very
formal, and  I'd been reading Spanish medical books and I only knew cum as sperm.
But I liked  the direction the conversation was going so I decided to be a
little bold. I may  have been only 15 but I new how to manipulate people.
"Can  I cum? I bet I can cum more than you can, want to find out?"
Ramon's face changed, his eyes became crafty and he gave a broken toothed
grin. I stared hard at his crotch and I was sure his cock twitched, and there
was a definite damp spot on his shorts amongst the dirt  stains.
"You  wouldn't dare Senor, I'm only a peasant and your Dad's an important
man."
My  cock was still hard, and Ramon's cock was definitely getting longer so I
pressed  on.
"Tell  you what, we'll go into your Grandfather's barn and find out. Your
Grandfather  is with my Mother at the Nursery, they'll be at least 2 hours. All
right?  and please call me  Paul."
Ramon  seemed to relax; he smiled broadly and openly groped himself, another
horny 15  year old.
"O.K.  Paul let's go!"
Ramon  sped off before I reacted and disappeared into the small barn. I ran
in to see  him throw an old blanket onto the floor. In seconds he'd pulled his
poncho off,  dropped his shorts and kicked off his sandals. He stood up
straight, put his  hands on his hips and grinned at me; he hadn't been wearing any
underwear as I'd  already guessed. He was a well made boy with just a hint of
puppy fat, but my  eyes focussed on his cock. It was dark brown, an uncut 6
inches long with a  tight foreskin, it was averagely thick. Ramon had a lot more
pubic hair than me  and his long loose ball-sac was hairy too. I drooled; I
wanted to suck his cock  so bad. He grabbed his cock and grinned again.
"Come  on then Paul, let me see yours."
I  quickly drew the shirt over my head and dropped it. Then I dropped my
trousers.
"What's that?" Ramon asked pointing to my loincloth.
"I  make a lot of precum, it soaks it up." I shrugged.
I  undid the cord and as my loincloth dropped off I bent and removed my
canvas  shoes. As I straightened up I stepped out of my trousers and stood there
proudly, my rigid cock pointing to the roof. Ramon whistled.
"Phew, it may not be as long as mine but it's thicker than my brother's,
wow!"
I was  intrigued. "You play with your brother?"
Ramon  reddened. "Don't tell anyone but we do it every night, we share a
room and a  bed. Mainly I suck him, occasionally he'll suck me," he coughed and
reddened  even more, "but only if I let him fuck my bum."
I had  him! My guess was that he'd love to fuck someone else's bum.
"Would you like to fuck my bum after  we've sucked each other off?"
Ramon's face lit up the barn.
"Christ yes!"
I  dropped to my knees in front of his cock.
"If  you want we can suck each other at the same time Paul, it's nice, it's
called  69. And I guess this is your first time, so be careful with your
teeth."
"Show  me." I almost growled I was so  full of lust.
When  we were in position side by side I finally reached out and felt someone
else's  cock, it was wonderful, hard and throbbing, and silky soft. I opened
my mouth  and lowered it over Ramon's cock, savouring the musky smell
emanating from his  crotch as I did so. I licked the shaft and knob we were both
slightly mushroom  shaped, then I eased Ramon's tight foreskin back so I could lick
his exposed  knob. Ramon's cock tasted of cum, I ran my tongue under his knob
ridge, and  there was something there, smegma I presumed. I didn't care, I
swallowed it and  got a stronger taste of cum, and I loved it. And then
something warm and wet  engulfed my knob and an inch of shaft, Ramon's mouth. I
shuddered as waves of  pleasure swept over me. He poked his tongue under my
foreskin, running it all  over my big knob. Then he copied me and pulled my foreskin
back and lapped at my  exposed knob. We were both trembling as we began to suck
each others throbbing  cocks. Ramon was massaging my arse cheeks, so I
massaged his. He had half of my  thick cock in his mouth and I had 4 inches of his
in mine. We were snorting like  pigs as our young bodies raced to climax. I was
first to cum, my cock exploding  inside Ramon's mouth, but he was only
seconds behind me. His cum tasted a little  stronger than mine and I wasted no time
in swallowing it down, I could hear  Ramon trying to swallow my entire heavy
load.
After we'd both finished we suckled  on each others' cocks keeping them
hard. Then Ramon broke away and moved to face  me, my load had proved too much for
him to take and had trickled down his cheek.  I moved in to lick it off, and
Ramon backed his head away.
"No  Paul, no kissing, that's wrong."
I  giggled.
"I'm  only going to clean my cum off your face, don't worry."
Ramon  relaxed and I lapped off what cum I could, smacking my lips as I
swallowed it. I  did want to kiss him of course, but I didn't want to frighten him
off, and he  didn't back off when I ran my tongue fairly slowly over his lips
when I'd  finished. All the time we had been playing with each others' cocks
keeping them  hard. Ramon looked into my eyes, a mischievous grin on his
face.
"Do  you want to do it again Paul? Only more slowly this time."
End of part 4. If you have any constructive criticism, or anything  you wish
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 Love Paul.
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