Date: Mon, 1 Mar 2021 19:51:39 -0300 From: Astro Olimpo Subject: The Winter Heat ---- Adult-Young Gay Warning: This story contains sexual representation between a boy and a man. Make sure you are over 18 to continue reading. I apologize in advance, English is not my country's language so I am not fluent in English; It may contain wrong words or out of context. Hope you like it THE WINTER OF HEAT It happened around 1990. I was a preteen and studied in a school in the neighborhood of Jardim das Rosas, in São Paulo, Brazil. I was chubby, shy, and lived a bit lost in the neighborhood's fields. I liked soccer too much, but the isolation imposed by shyness didn't allow me to insist on participating in the games. There were kids of all kinds and ages. There were the little ones who were easy to get close to and play a little game with, there were the medium-sized ones who were about my age and never missed an opportunity to make fun of guys like me, and there were the older ones who didn't give a damn about the others. I lived with my mother and my two younger twin brothers, who I had to take care of in the morning and take to school in the afternoon, the same time I went to school. We had a hard, hard life. Money was short and affection even shorter. That Friday, I was free. The twins had gone with my mother to work at the request of the boss, and the school had dismissed the students due to a teacher's meeting. At that time, there were not as many dangers as there are today. I spent all my free time in the street. There, everybody knew everybody. Despite the time off from school, Irene's field was almost empty. Most of the boys were playing Attari. For me, viedo-game was not utopia. It was delirium. If we barely had enough to eat, how could I think of having one? But that day there was a game of the big boys. There weren't many of them. There must have been seven or eight players playing. The dust was rising and the smell of dry earth invaded my allergic nostrils. My mother used to say: "Don't stand in the dust because at night you will have a crisis...". But it was no use, I couldn't stay indoors. Maybe because of the cold and the lack of warm clothes, sitting there at the edge of the field I started to feel some chills in my body. It was not like a bronchitis attack. I just sat there, cringed, and didn't even pay attention to the soccer match anymore. I didn't even realize that it was getting dark, that the game was already over, and that almost all the guys had already left. In the midst of the dust that was still in the air, I realized that one of them, with a backpack on his back, was coming towards me. He was thin, tall, white, and I even knew his name: Joel. I had seen him playing there before. He must have been 26 years old and sometimes I was even afraid of him. It was common for the games to end in fights. Joel was dressed in white shorts, short and baggy. His legs weren't thick, but they were muscular and hairy. - What's up, kid? - the voice was friendly. Grave, but friendly. I shivered with cold. - You're not okay, man. He sat down next to me and started asking me a bunch of questions about my mom and my brothers. He knew things about my family that I never thought anyone knew. He knew everything. About the ugly, poor little house where I lived, about my mother and my older brother who had disappeared into the streets of São Paulo. He even knew my name. It got darker. Little stars appeared in the black sky of São Paulo. - I'm going to take a piss. Get up, Ronie. You have to move around to get rid of the cold. I got up with difficulty and followed him almost mechanically toward the bushes near the field. When the bushes grew a little thicker, Joel stopped, untied the drawstring of his nylon shorts and pulled out his cock. In the darkness, I couldn't make out much of the outline of the cock he was holding with his right hand. He started to urinate. It was a thick stream that made noise on the dry bush grass. - Aren't you going to pee, kid? - I don't feel like it. - Are you hungry? Only then I realized that I hadn't had lunch. I hadn't eaten since breakfast with stale bread. - Yes. I staggered and almost fell to the floor. It seems that hunger, when remembered, manifests itself aggressively. - Whoa, kid. Are you going to faint? He switched hands with his cock and held me. I leaned on him already when he was shaking his limp dick to get the last drops of urine out. - Hang in there, kid. I hugged tightly to that lean, slender body and put my head on his chest. - It's bad, huh? By this time, I had already put my dick away. I was limp, my legs were shaking, I guess from hunger. My arm was crossing his belly where his belly button was. I realized that he was shirtless. There was a path of hair between his belly button and his shorts that tickled my arm. His body was warm and the situation was very pleasant. I was not used to physical contact with anyone. Not even with my mother. At home, we didn't even have hugs. I don't remember at what moment my arm reached the line of his shorts and, with the weight, forced it down a little. I felt the rough bush of hair on my forearm. We were almost motionless. Joel was silent. The world was silent. The skinny belly seemed even deeper, as if it wanted my arm to go lower, beyond the waistband of my shorts. I let go of my forearm a little more. There I felt the volume of something alive, voluminous, soft, but consistent. I left myself there. Joel's breathing was a litlle faster. My cock stiffened furiously. The soft volume in my shorts seemed to rise, forcing my arm. I pushed in the opposite direction and the volume responded. Joel took my hand and placed it over his hardened cock. He just put it in and I began to squeeze that long mass. The sensation was crazy. Crazy, even. Something I had never felt before. Now my cock was protruding forward out of my shorts, wanting to rip the synthetic fabric. I could feel the fabric between the nylon and the hard bar that sent shivers down my spine. I don't know how long I kept smoothing, squeezing and moving Joel's cock under his shorts until he forced me to kneel before him. My hunger was now different. My head was at the height of that white tent set up. My mouth salivated. It only took one movement for the stubby tip of his cock to touch my lips and for me to open the ball by sucking... - Oh, boy... Suck it, faggot. Suck your man... He passed his hand lovingly over my head. Smoothed my hair and moaned. - Hummmm.... Short breaths. - Let me take it out. Do you want it? - Hm. - Do you want it, kid? Tell me if you want it. - I do. Yes I do, Joel. He didn't pull down his shorts as I expected him to do. He reached up his shorts leg and pulled out his cock. Now, used to the darkness, I could see. It was medium-sized. But it had a big head. I brought my mouth close and smelled the soft scent of the urine that had just come out. It was hard. Very hard. I licked it. I ran my tongue over the smooth, soft head. He groaned now, without worrying. - Suck, kid. Suck my cock. And I sucked. I tried to swallow, but I couldn't get very far. I was enchanted by the thicket of pubic hair and the small, hairy sack. I don't know how I knew, but I felt that the sack could also be sucked. I went down to the eggs and licked them. - Suck it, pussy. Suck it, my cock. Hummmmm... Oh, my hot little mouth... He projected his pubis forward and towards me, his hard cock seemed huge... He held my head and started fucking my mouth. I couldn't let go of the hairy sack, stroking Joel's full, fat balls with my right hand. - You like it, don't you, faggot? I said. I took the cock out of my mouth and said: - I like it. - Do you want to take it in your ass? I was mute. - You can't tell me you don't know that? You've never heard of a roll in the ass, kid? He pulled me up and we stood there, face to face, until Joel pulled me up and hugged me. His body was hotter. His hard cock was poking me in the chest and I was trying to find the smooth head and put it back in my mouth. - You like that, huh, kid? One of Joel's hands went down to my sweatpants and reached under the elastic band, groping my ass. He squeezed one part of my ass. The massage was delicious. - I own you now, boy. I'm going to fuck your ass. You are going to be my little woman. The head of his cock was now in my mouth. A salty drool was coming out. - Stop... take my cock out of your mouth, kid. I don't want to cum yet. Joel's fingers reached my ass and started playing on the edge. - Tight little ass... Hummmmm... I noticed that he wet the fingers of his other hand with saliva and took them to my virgin ass. He forced one of them into the little hole and the little ring gave way. - Hummmm... Aiiiiiii... I moaned with my mouth full. - How do you like it, kid? - Hmmmmmm... The pain was terrible. I took the cock out of my mouth: - No. Take it out, take it out! - Wait a little while. This little ass will relax and then you'll get used to it. He moved his finger around my little ring. I responded by pressing the head of his finger. - This ass needs a cock, Ronei. He turned his hands over and over, changing fingers as he put spit on the others. I moaned loudly. - How do you like it, faggot? Do you like having your ass kissed? - Ouch, ouch... One finger managed to force its way in and reach the halfway point, when Joel decided to put in another. My ass reacted by pressing on the two fingers that now slid in and out of my little hole with almost ease. - Tasty little ass! The manipulation had an effect. I no longer felt any pain. The fingers went in and Joel fucked my ass without mercy. - Ouch. Ouch. - Do you like it? Go ahead, faggot... - Oh, Joel. Do it harder, do it. Put more... - I think it's time to try something thicker. He turned me on my back. I heard him spit on his hand and wet the flat of his cock and brush the door of my ass. The sensation was insane. My little ass seemed to release a hot steam that scorched the little entrance as the stick passed through the little folds. - Ouch... Hummmm.... - Lift your ass up, kid. Now you're going to feel it. Joel put the head in and nudged, it gave in a little, nudged again, gave in a little more, opened with his fingers and put the head in again, and fit inside the first ring. The head stopped there, on the edge. Joel lowered his body and thrust his groin slowly forward. The asshole opened, but the head, much thicker than his fingers, couldn't break through the leather barrier. Joel forced and I screamed: - Aiiiiiiiiiiii, aiiiiiiiiiiiii, uiiiiiiiiiiiii... It hurts, Joel. Take it off, take it off. It hurts too much. It hurts a lot. - It's your first time, Ronie... As soon as you relax, the pain will go away. He pulled out his cock. I stood there, reeling, as if I wanted the torture to continue. I thought he had given up, but then he spat again on his hand, licked the head of his cock, and positioned himself for the attack. This time he leaned his torso against me. His chest was glued to my upper back. That warmth was too much. And again the itching at the asshole door started when he put the head of his hard cock in my asshole. Joel held me down. He held me with one arm as he forced his wet cock into the narrow opening of my ass. My ass moaned and dilated expecting it all, he let go and pushed in a little more. The head squeezed all the way in and like an upside down cork entered the tight little hole. Joel kept pushing. He pushed in more and soon the head was all the way in. - Hum.... Ahnnnn.... What a tight little ass, Ronnie. The pain was excruciating. It felt like something had torn inside me. A thin pain, as if a skewer had pierced me. Joel seemed to know what he was doing. He stood there paralyzed, waiting for me to get used to the intruder. It took so long that I took the initiative and rolled over on his cock, already used to the volume in the little hallway. - The pain went away, didn't it, faggot? It felt like a hot needle tearing through my ass... - Ahnnnnnnnn!!!!!! He held my waist tightly and entered my ass. The roll was sliding inside my little ass, and a wonderful piece of flesh invaded my insides. My legs went soft again. - Ahnnnnnnnn!!!!!! But it was no longer only pain that I was feeling. It was a mixture of pleasure that burned my ass and ran up my spine.... Joel's pubes were glued to my ass. - Hum.... Ahnnnn.... Now that ass is mine. I was the first one to put it in that little hole.... He took a chunk of his hard cock and put it in again, making me moan.... - Ahnnnnn.... Uhhh... - I'm gonna fuck you now, faggot... And the cock began to piston in my ass, first lightly. Joel seemed to be going crazy, shoving his very hard cock into my ass. He humped. He moaned softly. He was moving only with his ass, without moving too far away from me. - Cute ass... Tight little ass... I'm going to break you in, kid... Ask for it. Ask daddy to fuck you. - Oh, Joel... Fuck me... - Do you want a cock, you little faggot? Take it, take it! He leaned his chest back and thrust his crotch forward and watched the cock go in and out. The cock was all the way in. He pounded the cock into my ass so hard and so precisely that at one point it didn't even move anymore, I did all the back and forth work by throwing myself backwards, fucking myself into that hairy man's cock. The slippery noise of saliva and the buttocks crashing against my pubes was too exciting. - Oh, baby. Give me that ass, give it to me. Tell me, tell me. Whose ass is that? - It's your Joel. It's all yours... - My dick is yours too, faggot. Feel it. Do you feel it? I'm fucking you... And he was thrusting his hard cock in and out of my little boy's ass. I cried softly at each thrust. He thrust deep. It was too good. I was giving for the first time and to a beautiful and loving man. - My little whore... I stole your cherry, you little faggot... Suddenly Joel pulled his cock out of my ass. A cold emptiness came over my ass. I complained. - Calm down, my little whore. Calm down, my little whore. I'm not finished yet. He grabbed the adidas jacket from his backpack, lined the grass, and ordered me to lie on my back. - Lift your legs, kid. I stood up and he held my feathers arched, leaving my ass exposed, facing up. This time he spat on my ass and ran his fingers over it. The cock fit into the little hole and he, now on top, buried his cock all the way into my sack. I felt the thicket of cock that I had felt before brush against my ass. - Now I'm going to fuck you. You'll never forget this again. He started to fuck me in the ass. He slapped my ass with his pubes so hard that it sounded like a slap. He stopped talking and concentrated on getting it in. It was too good. - hum... hum... ai... ui... aiii... He accelerated and now he was thrusting hard. - hum... hum... The cock went all the way out to the head and then all the way back inside my ass, which was totally accustomed to the volume. The bag fit right into my slit. With one hand Joel slapped me weakly but firmly on the ass. - I got you, kid. Now I'm going to cum. I'm going to give you my milk. I'm going to cum in it. And he went back to pounding on my ass. He sped up. He moaned like a bull. He humped. - Take my cock, take it. - There you go! And I felt his cock explode inside me, spurting a torrent of cum all over my newly deflowered ass. He dropped his body on top of me, and we stayed there, clinging like dogs in heat. Sweat dripping, breathless breathing. His cock softening in my ass. The cum running down my leg. Joel then stood up slowly. He put on his white shorts and told me: - Make sure you don't tell anyone, kid. This is our secret. - Okay. I won't tell anyone, Joel. - Take my jacket because it's very cold. He helped me up, pulled the grass out of my hair and stared at me. - Make sure you don't turn queer, okay? - No. I won't, Joel. He reached into his bag and took out a five dollar bill and gave it to me. I couldn't believe it. - See if you can buy something to eat at the bakery. Do you want me to take you to the creek? - No need, Joel. I'll go alone. - I'll go first, then you can get out of the woods and go... He put his backpack on his back and left... He hadn't taken three steps when I called him: - Joel! - What's up, kid? - I know, kid. I know. Come here tomorrow and we'll do more. I'm on vacation from college and I'll play soccer here every day. He turned and walked towards the street. This would be the most important winter of my life. The happiest, the most joyful. The next day, waking up in the morning, cleaning the house, washing the dishes, tidying up the twins, and going to school were all a series of silent, mechanical gestures. The twins' insistent questions about all the things in the world were answered in monosyllables. The fifth geography class passed in a flash. I took the twins to the home of Mrs. Creusa, a generous neighbor whom we called godmother. I left saying that I needed to do some school work and I didn't even wait to hear something she said about the weather or something. I flew to the field. To no avail. The field was deserted. No sign of the adults, and even less sign of Joel. I wandered aimlessly through the neighborhood streets. I passed the bakery. The five reais were still in my pocket, the intact bill was the only certainty that everything had really happened. Ah! the jacket that mine hadn't even noticed was also there with me. I had slept the whole night with my face glued to it. Joel's impregnated smell had been inhaled like sweet drink. Should I go to his house? Would that arouse suspicion? Rationally I had no way to answer, but my feet took care of leading me there. The yellow house with a garden in front. The roses that his mother grew. The avocado tree and the mutt. I stayed there while it was getting dark. I didn't regret it. Joel appeared at the beginning of the street. First I heard the whistling trying to find the notes of GUNS: Patience! I loved that song. The whistling got closer and closer... - Speak up, kid! I continued in silence. - What are you doing here? Any kites lost in the sky? - I came to return your jacket. - Ahhh... I thought you wanted something... - that half laugh came to my eyes. Joel was the only person I knew who smiled more with his eyes than with his mouth. That made the smile look like a joke. - Would you like to come in? I couldn't believe it. He was inviting me into his house. And he was in the big group. Until then, I had thought this impossible. He opened the little iron gate and we entered the house after crossing the small garden. The blue door opened after Joel operated the lock. It was simple, but complete. Much better than my family's house. - Stay calm. There is no one at home. Everyone went to Praia Grande. I stayed because of college re-enrollment. Joel had his own room with a bathroom and a separate exit on the side. He opened the refrigerator, drank water from the bottle and filled a glass with orange juice. - Take it! I took the glass and sipped the juice in one gulp. - You were thirsty, huh, kid? He stared at me for a while. He went to the TV, turned it on and went out the kitchen door toward his room, saying, "Stay there and I'll be right back" I heard him turn on the shower and whistle in tune the notes of Patience. He mixed his whistling with the lyrics: Little patience, yeah Need a little patience, yeah Just a little patience, yeah Some more patience, yeah He hummed passages: "All we need is just a little patience..." After an endless half hour without seeing him, I heard his shout from inside: - Come here, kid. I went in the direction of the voice and entered a large, airy room. His room was bigger than the little house we lived in. It had a curtain and a double bed. Joel had taken off his clothes and had a towel wrapped around his waist. I avoided looking at him. I felt a certain shame after everything. - Are you afraid of me, Ronie? - I'm not, Joel. - Then look at me. Don't you want to see what I gave you yesterday? I looked up and there he was. The white towel covering his crotch had a bulge in front of it. Joel brought his hand up to that bulging bulge and squeezed. - Do you want to see it? - I do. - Come over here and take it. I went where he was and stopped there, near the bed. - Sit down on the bed. I sat down and he positioned his towel in front of me. The bulge was even more prominent. - Take it. I know you want to take it. I put my hand forward and touched the terry cloth of the towel. I smoothed the massive bulge, squeezed it. Joel breathed harder. I squeezed again and the bulge reacted. But his thing was not loose. He was in his underwear under the towel. He brought his crotch up close to my face and I went crazy with the smell of soap that exuded from his body. - Put your hand under the towel, kid. I reached under the towel and went straight to that secret that had taken over my mind since the day before. I found as I had already noticed the barrier of nylon underwear holding the bundle of cock and sack. Now I could feel the hairs better. I shivered. I smoothed my cock under the panties. It was hard. The stretched-out fabric of the underwear seemed to be unable to handle the hardened mass. - Are you shaking, kid? Wait a minute... - He took off his towel and stood before me with his beautiful physique. Now, in the light, I saw that he had more body hair than I had thought the night before. The volume of his stiffened cock was even greater. My perception seemed to have failed me. Everything was so much more beautiful. The red panties were so bulging that the waistband pulled away from the skinny belly, allowing the tufts of hair to protrude from the crotch. His cock had drawn itself into the fabric. I could even see the outline of the fat head I had glimpsed earlier in the darkness. - Kiss. Joel didn't have to ask again. I did. I kissed the hard cock. I pressed my face against the warm hardness of Joel's big cock. I sank my nose between the root of the cock and the soft sack. I smelled it. Joel sniffed softly: - Did you miss it, kid? - Yes, Joel. - Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday, not to become a faggot? - No, Joel. No, I haven't. I didn't become a fag, no. - Oh, well... Now take my dick out... Look how hard it is for you, kid... I pulled down my panties and that wonderful treasure was revealed before my eyes. I breathed deeply. I touched the fat cock with trembling hands. Hot. Very hot. It felt like a hot iron bar. Pricked up with its huge round head pulled back. Where to start? Joel lowered his body and fitted his smooth, shiny head to my lips. - Suck it, boy. I licked the fat head. It was moist. A slightly salty taste. - It's my little honey. Suck on it and more will come out. I did. I don't know where the idea of sucking like a baby came from. I chewed the cock with my lips, sucking it into me. - Fucking stop. Stop! You'll make me come soon... I thought I had hurt him. - Lick my sack, go. Suck my balls. He held the wet head of his cock and lifted it, giving me absolute access to the hairy, hanging sack. I moaned softly. - Hummmmm... Hummmmm... Suck my balls, Ronie. Suck it. That's where the buttermilk I'm going to give you is... I licked it. I filled my mouth with one of the balls. I ran my tongue over the wrinkled and hairy tissue... - Oh, that's delicious, kid. .. Ahmmmmmm... I attacked the cock again. Joel held both sides of my head and forced the roll down my throat. I choked. He loosened the pressure for a minute. He came again. My throat was getting used to the invader. The cock was drooling. The salty little honey gushed into my throat. - Oh, little whore. Suck your male's cock. I was losing track of things. I forced the cock deeper myself. I felt the head touching the inner walls of my neck. Joel began a slow back and forth sinking his hard cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. I took a deep breath. My wide eyes were streaming with tears. The hairs stuck to my mouth. - It's all inside, kid. You swallowed it all. It was suffocating, but delicious. There I was, with his big dick all the way in my mouth. His hairy sack on my chin. Joel slowly pulled his cock out until only the head was on my lips. - Suck just like you did a while ago, kid. Pretend it's a baby's bottle. I sucked loudly. - Who fucking taught you that? Oh, delicious... Squeeze my bag, squeeze it, boy... I smoothed the bag. I sucked the fat head of the cock. I rubbed my tongue on the halter. I swallowed Joel's little honey. - I can't take it anymore, kid. I'm going to fuck you. Let's go to the bathroom and I'll give you a bath. We went into the bathroom. Joel turned on the shower and the water was hot. Almost scalding like I liked it. His cock was still hard. A rock. Joel poured the shampoo over my head and massaged my straight hair. Again, he whistled GUNS. He rinsed me off. He lathered up like smelly soap and lathered my whole body. He ran his hand over my back and down the big dick rubbing against my belly. I tried to hold it in, but Joel didn't make it easy for me. He hummed: Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at easy There is no doubt you're in my heart now. The hand full of soap reached up to my ass. It squeezed each of my buttocks and moved towards my trough and slid into my hole that still hurt from the previous day's fuck. - Ouch! - Does it hurt? - Just a little. - Then let's stop... You can't take it... I answered quickly: - It won't hurt anymore, Joel. You can stick your finger in. I can take it. - If it hurts, you tell me, kid. The finger now made little circles on the edge of my ass. I lathered up my finger and went back to the attack. - What a tight little ass, kid. - Uhm... Ahm... The insistent finger made its way through the first little ring and massaged that little room in the second little door. - Hmmm. Aiiiiii... Ahm... - I groaned. - You like it, don't you boy? I was now moored to Joel's leaning body as he worked my ass with his fingers. - You're used to it... moan louder, kid. I want to hear.... Moan. - AHHHMMMMMMMM... AHHHMMMMMMMM... My legs are so soft, Joel. - It's almost over... We'll be right out... - No... you can do more, Joel... - I was afraid he would give up and end it all. Joel rinsed me, dried my body carefully. - Let's go to bed. We went back to the bedroom with Joel's big dick pointing at the ceiling. - Joel... - Say it, kid... - Let me suck some more. - Sure, kid. Come on. He lay on the bed with his hairy legs spread and I climbed toward him between his jock thighs. Joel smelled. It wasn't just soap smell. It was his own smell. Male smell. Big man. I took his hard cock and jerked it. The head came up beautiful, shiny, wet. I ran my tongue over it. I put my lips on it and closed them. I really squeezed. I moved the head down toward my Joel's beautiful pubes. Yes, he was mine. Like nothing else in my life had ever been. I swallowed that blunt cock without choking. I allowed it to park in the back of my throat. I didn't choke or cry. Joel groaned loudly. He humped. He grunted. - Oh, boy... You managed to swallow everything... I felt elated. Almost a hero. Joel was there, submissive to my treatment, to my caresses and to my greedy mouth that swallowed that virile and portentous member. - No one has ever been able to do that, kid. He began to fuck my mouth with little strokes. His pubes moved away from my chin and turned smoothly. Joel's round glans bumped against the bottom of my pharynx. Somehow I discovered that breathing through my nose made it easier. - Stop it, boy. Stop, damn it! Stop or I'll cum... I pulled the hard cock out of my mouth and looked at my lover's face. Joel was laughing. I was embarrassed. - You're embarrassed, kid. Come here, come here. Sit here on my lap. I climbed up my legs until my ass was at the height of Joel's bush of hair. When I lowered my body, she was there, waiting for my ass. It slid down the crack of my ass, thick, hard, fabulous. - Your ass wants a cock, kid. - Joel... I Lov.. - I know, kid. I know... But now what I want is to fuck your beautiful ass. I lowered my torso and lay down on Joel's thin but secure chest. He put his arms over me and pressed me to his body. His toothpaste breath flooded my nostrils. At that moment, the world was all about that place, that bed, in the arms of the only adult who gave me attention. Little by little, Joel rolled me onto my back and stood over me. He took hold of my legs and lifted them, placing them over his shoulders. Once again my ass was exposed, at the mercy of the hard rod that rubbed against my little hole. It was too much. I moaned. - How do you like it, kid? Tell me. Tell your daddy here... - Yes, Joel. It's very good... The head of the cock touched once and Joel began to tease pushing and slightly retracting the body. - Come, Joel. Stick it in... Put it in my ass, put it in... Put your cock inside me... Come inside me, Joel. - I imagined that he wanted to hear this, it was as natural as being dominated Joel straightened up, slowly forced his way in, and the skin began to yield. Easier than the day before, the big head entered my ass. It was different this time. I could feel the hardness of the cock, the hair, the strength of that guy. The whole thing went in... It was done. I felt my ass all filled up, stuffed with that hard, thick cock. Joel arched his ass and the cock went all the way out to the head and again he returned and buried the whole stick in my ass at once: - Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnn... - I moaned, you bastard! Moan! And he started fucking me hard, slamming his pubes into my ass. They were quick, hard, firm strokes. He mumbled disconnected things. - Ahhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn... Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn... - I'm fucking you for real this time, kid. Take it... And in that pounding, the bag was hitting my butt, and each pounding sounded like a slap. - Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn... - Ahhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnn... - Take it, you faggot. Take it! - Aiiiiiiii... uiiiiiii... ahmmmmmmmmmm... And the rhythm accelerated. The strokes became shorter. Joel lowered his body all over me, covering me like a male covers a female. He pulled me tight and continued to thrust hard into me. We were both sweating profusely.And the whole thing was growing uninterrupted as a fuse grew towards the bomb. Bomb! That was it. Joel was pumping my insides piercing my asshole. He was breathing hard and fast. He let out loud grunts: - Aghhhhhhh... Ahmmmmmm.... Ahmmmmmm... What a tight little ass, Ronie. I'm gonna cum, baby. I'm gonna cum... Aiiiiii... I'm coming, baby... Hold on... He exploded inside me. He spurted more cum than the day before, but he kept pumping... - Aghhhhhhh... Ahmmmmmm.... Ahmmmmmm... It slowly went out of control... Slowly, until he released all his weight on me. It was the warmest hug I have ever received in my life. And I would stay there forever if I could. I could die there. Joel's weight was not weighing me down.... The strong smell of sex intoxicated me. The breathing returning to normal blowing on my neck.... I believe he came to sleep on me. But , in my life, the good times always lasted so short. This was no different. Joel stood up slowly. - Are you hungry, kid? - A little bit! - Let's go in the kitchen and find something to eat. We ate, watched a movie on TV and it was almost midnight when he drove me home. My mother had just arrived and came to welcome us at the gate. - Are you giving Joel a hard time, Ronie? - No. He behaved well. I'm thinking of taking him to Praia Grande for the July 9th holiday. Will you let me take him? - But he won't give you any trouble, Joel? - Not at all. There are lots of kids there and he can play. And afterwards, I'll sleep in the back room, in the outbuilding, and he can stay with me there. - That's good, then. Really, that was the best winter of my life. Finally the vacation came. I was free as a bird. The twins went to one of the houses where my mother was a housekeeper. The house belonged to a widower without a child who was very fond of my mother. I think they were boyfriend and girlfriend because she talked so much about him. Until the holidays came, I spent almost all my time with Joel. We went for walks almost every day. Sometimes a simple trip to the supermarket, other times real outings. He took me to Ibirapuera, to the Oca, to the mall, to the movies and even to the Play Center. But the unforgettable trip was the train ride to Paranapiacaba. We laughed so much that I couldn't breathe. I was surrendered to that mysterious and anonymous love. Many times he would put his arm around my shoulder and hug me affectionately. Other times he would simply whistle Patience... Joel loved GUNS. The trip to Praia Grande, despite the winter, was wonderful. We went back one more time to the Planetarium. That visit would change my life forever. I saw the stars, the planets, the constellations. I believe that was where I decided to study Geophysics. There my professional future was drawn, my entrance at USP and my whole academic career. Joel bought me a second hand astronomical telescope and we spent some sleepless nights looking at the sky... It was with Joel that I learned to recognize Mars illuminated by sunlight, so often mistaken for a star. I would sleep and wake up between Joel's legs. I came to have the same smell as him, the same breath. I learned what love was. What passion was. The fast heartbeat when I saw him, the feeling that something was coming up through my throat and into my mouth. Joel's laughter more in his eyes than in his mouth. I was definitely in love. But the vacation was over. August came with its characteristic never ending month and I could no longer see my Joel. For a few months I still tried to find a way to be with him, but his college started to get tighter and he had no more time for me. And I went back to my sad and meaningless little life. But geography classes started to have new meaning for me. I frequented the poor school library in search of books about astronomy. I would look up at the night sky and try to unravel the dark mystery where the Milky Way was fixed. He dreamed of Joel, but lived the reality of the stars. One Sunday in December, when the Christmas mood dominated everyone, Joel showed up at my house. I was already on vacation and was watching the new color TV that mine had recently bought in long installments. I was alone, my mother had gone to work and had taken the twins with her. I looked at him. He looked different. More mature. But he looked good, dressed in a blue sweatshirt and a white t-shirt. - Hi, kiddo. - Hi. - Are you thickening your voice, kid? It's grown. All that's left is to grow a beard. - Do you want something, Joel? - Are you mad at me, Ronie? - No. Never. - Oh, good. I came to bring you your Christmas present. He handed me a big heavy box, wrapped in red gift paper with Santa Claus faces all over it. I stood there, holding the box, looking into the eyes of my friend. - Aren't you going to open it? Let me help you. He sat down on the old wooden chair and tore the gift paper. It was a dream. The brand new Nintendo was revealed before my eyes. A smile broke out on my lips. - Did you like it? - Very much, Joel. - Aren't you going to give me a hug? I walked around the table to where he was sitting. He opened his arms and tucked me in there, close to his chest. His scent flooded my nostrils. And again I was overcome by that tremor. My legs were shaky. Breathing was difficult. Heart pounding. His hand slowly moved down towards my shorts, gained space under the waistband, and squeezed firmly on both my buttocks. - They're still hard... - he said, laughing. - Joel, can I... He stood up and then I could see the huge bulge in his sweatpants. - Come and get it, come on. I ran my hand over the huge bulge under the pants. I started to gasp. I couldn't wait too long. I pulled down my pants and saw the white panties stuffed with the big head toy, even better and tastier than the Attari. I squeezed the volume to identify the thick cock that was already protruding. I pulled out the hardened cock and knelt down in front of him. I sucked more eagerly than any of the previous days. Joel gasped. He groaned. I continued. I began to jerk lightly on that hard, hairy cock. I held the eggs. - Oh, boy. Keep going... I kept going... I took turns sucking, licking and sucking Joel's tasty pole. I jerk Joel's tasty cock... - I'm going to give you something you'll never forget, Ronie. I wanked. The skin went back and forth over the pink head of my lover's cock. More of a man than all the men I had ever known. - Slap it harder and put your little mouth against the head, brat. I opened my mouth, leaned against the hot head of his cock, and kept on pounding. The tempo quickened when I noticed that his breathing increased. - Oh, my boy... Oh... Suddenly, without warning, Joel took the cock from my hands and began to jerk it himself in a quick, precise manner. - Don't take your mouth off, boy... Ahmmmm... I'm going to cum, Ronie. I'm going to give you my little milk. You're going to drink my dribble, boy. All of it. You'll never forget how I taste... Now the movement was almost maddening. The head appeared and entered my mouth and then hid in the soft skin of my foreskin. - Ahmmm... Ahhhmmmmm... He stuck his cock in my mouth, not deep, not in my throat, but there on my tongue and then I felt it. The thick, viscous, rough liquid pouring into my mouth, flooding my mouth, irrigating my mouth, making it his too, as he had already done with my ass, with my young body, with my soul, with my whole life.... I didn't want to swallow. Not because I was disgusted with my Joel. But not to end that moment. Not to undo the magic and powerful instant of affection and love. Love that I have never felt or would ever feel in my entire life for anyone. But, unfortunately we have no control over all things, over all events... Joel's cock sagged inside my mouth. The taste filled my papillae and the smell entered my pores... - It was too good, kid. You'll be hard to forget... After your mother marries the widower, you'll never come back here again... I forgot that we were going to change neighborhoods.My mother had arranged to meet that widower in the center, in the Nove de Julho neighborhood. - Yes, I'll come back alone, Joel... He gave me a half smile with his eyes. - It's good that I believe, kid... - But I don't want to go, Joel. Now that you're back... - There's no way, kid... This story really couldn't go on... A huge, heavy stone weighed heavily on my throat. It seemed as if my eyes were going to pop out of orbit. - I told you, I don't like it when you look at me with those squinty eyes... I wanted to scream, cry, talk... But nothing came out of my throat. The huge stone pierced my speech, my breath... - But Joel... - Promise me you won't become a fag, Ronie. Promise? - I promise, Joel. I promise... - Promise me you won't get lost on the way, kid. Study. Study hard. Enjoy your stepfather. You are intelligent, kid. You just can't go wrong on the way. - I promise, Joel. Never make a mistake on my way... Never... But let me stay, Joel... Let me live with you... The half laugh again... - Life isn't like that, kid. One day you'll learn... Now the tears were streaming down my face. I couldn't hold them back any longer. - Don't cry because it's hard for me too, Ronie... Don't cry, kid... He hugged me tight and we stood there, with my tears and phlegm running down his blue Cruzeiro de Minas shirt. He took out a handkerchief, dried my face and said: - Let's get this Nintendo installed soon, so we can see if you really know how to play this... His voice was shaky, stuttering. It simulated a choking. I looked into my Joel's face. His sad eyes were trying to disguise the stubborn tears that flowed and fell on mine. He installed the Nintendo and I didn't even care. I sniffled with the rest of my cries stuck in me. But he didn't ask me to stop crying. When he finished, the TV screen showed a picture of Mario. - This is a good one, Ronie. You don't know this one. It's new. Go! Take the control and play, kid. I was sitting on that old couch with brown stripes, I remained seated. - Don't do this to me, Ronie. You're making me sad. His eyes sad again. He sat down on the couch too, but not near me. Slowly drag my ass back against his body. He drew a half-poor laugh, ran his hand over my shoulder. - I have to go, Ronie. Everyone back home is going to Praia Grande. It's not good to be alone at Christmas. He stood up. He held out his white, thin-fingered hand. I held it tight. I squeezed. - Joel, I Lo... - I know, kid. I already know. So do I... - But I've never felt this before, Joel... - But you will, Ronie... You'll fall in love and you'll love a lot in this life of yours... You're just getting started... He got up. My heart came to my throat. He walked towards the door and left in the terminal afternoon. Already in the backyard, I heard the whistling and corresponded in my macaronic English in thought... Shed a tear 'cause I'm missing you I'm still alright to smile Girl, I think about you every day now Was a time when I wasn't sure But you set my mind at easy There is no doubt you're in my heart now... Joel's whistling disappeared in the black December night. But it never, never disappeared from my ears. A century has passed since that afternoon. We left for Mr. Wilson's house. And as Joel asked, I took the chance. I studied like crazy there in the new school in the center of town. But a century passes so quickly for those who have reason to remember. I remembered him every day of my life. And last week, when we were returning from the mass on the seventh day of the death of the godmother, the one who looked after the twins - my mother, one of the twins, my wife Miriam, my son and I - I glanced at Joel's yellow house. There was a garage in place of the rose bush. And a certain refinement in the renovated facade. A man came out of the gate, and it wasn't Joel. It wasn't my Joel. I don't know where you've been, my dear. But you weren't right. I have never loved anyone as I have loved you. But I want to say that thanks to you, I haven't become a faggot, and I haven't gone astray. Every day, when I go into the University to give my classes, I remember you. The bezel is in my office. The Nintendo is still kept in a box. And you, amalgamated in my memories. And when I hear the music of GUNS, I know for sure that I will have many more memories to make up for all my days away from you.