Date: Tue, 22 Mar 2011 00:18:06 +0200 From: tuquila1 (at) gmail (dot) com Subject: Franco Chapter 2 So hi guys, The first chapter of Franco has only been up for a day and I already received a ton of requests to add an emergency chapter. Which I'm proud of, because I never expected so much feedback! Thank you for making me blush and for giving me the chance to feel good about my first story so to say. So here goes... I just hope I don't disappoint! Franco Chapter Two Basically I sit dumbfounded with my fists clasped into the mattress beneath me. "Dude! Dude slow down! You're going bite it off and swallow the entire thing!" I try to utter with the softest of whispers. God, this is so new to me. I am not a virgin anymore, but its not like I'm a slut that had sex with more than half the planets female population. What I did before this was just experimenting like all the other boys out there. I push my hand down underneath the blanket and reach out for his head in an attempt to make him stop, but as soon as I reach and I feel his soft head of hair instinct takes over and without me realizing it I push his head down further forcing him to down 15/16cm of pure man meat(which isn't that big I suppose). I really didn't plan on doing this. All of a sudden I hear a mumble and a strange echoing sound as I hit the back of his throat. I never knew this side of me existed, because as I'm holding his head down on my cock with all my strength, I start to hump as hard and deep as I possibly can! Oh shit the warmth, the depth! The fact that his moaning and his sucking action on my dick as his not as much giving me a blowjob... but instead I think he's actually trying to suck my cum out through my piss slit. I feel him trying to break the grasp my hand has on his head. I let go half-heartedly, and he comes up for a breather. Not that he's exposing his head or anything, only this ghost formed shape rises from under the bedding whilst I hear him inhaling deeply! The blankets even out again and his back to work sucking. I try my best to create a rocking motion because I feel so close, yet again his sucking as hard as he can on my circumcised man meat and I find it difficult to pull back and recreate the rocking motion again. It's almost like the feeling of being sucked by a vacuum cleaner, not that I've ever tried that, but I could imagine it must resemble what's happening now perfectly! He lifts his head to take in another breath and as soon as he lowers my body convulses and I blow my load just as my dickhead passes his tonsils- which I hoped he still had. He just kept sucking and somehow it seems that he really doesn't want to stop. Strange enough I didn't feel any cum spill after the hall ova load just ejected... "Get off me!" I scream a little boldly as I feel my body normalizing and he's still busy sucking tenderly on my spent cock. "I'm serious! Get off me!" slowly I see a form nearing me from under the bedspread and I suddenly feel the urge to hasten up the process. I throw down the blanket and pull him up by his shirt rather cruelly. "Why would you do that?!" I say obviously still shocked and unaware of my hand still grabbing a fistful of his tee-shirt. He's just silent and looks me right into my eyes. He begins to tear up and I can see the wetness forming in his eyes. He's now fully grasping the fact that what he did was wrong no matter whichever angle he looked at it. "I...I ... I'm sorry," he stutters and still I don't let go of his clothing. He let goes of my spent dick and my shorts pop back up as its elastic swoops past my ball sack and falls into its natural place- across my waist above my pubic area. "You shouldn't have done that! I thought you were this sweet innocent boy that needed attention and now it turns out you need a shrink and an exorcist! I can't believe you just did that to me. Do you even know that with my consent that that was so wrong on so many levels?!" I say without blinking or flinching. "Matthew..." he never finishes his sentence. "What is all the yelling about?!!!" I hear a voice behind me with a shadow approaching from the front. I look up to find Am standing there rubbing her eyes. "What the hell is going on?!" she looks at me still man handling Franco. He blinks a lot and then smiles at me and then he looks right in her direction. "Hey sis', sorry we woke you up. We really didn't intend to." I get why he did that butterfly thing with his eyes, he was just seemingly working away the build up of tears. His voice sounds a bit raspy though. "Franco have you been crying? And Matt?! Why are you grasping him in front of the chest like that?" "Well Am, you know Franco's voice drops from soprano to base and gets all sexy on him when its nearing bedtime. He's just tired I guess." I let go of his shirt. "And we were wrestling!" he says and smiles even broader. I realize, I just let Satan gave me a blowjob! This boy is cunning and a professional liar. He makes a lawyer looks like a virgin disguised as Mother Theresa! "Okay you guys keep it down!" she says and shakes her head. I'm still shocked as I look at him. His smile holds up as long as it takes her to leave our sight. "You little monster, you betrayed me and you manhandled me. You just raped me!" "No, no Please Matthew don't say that." "You're just trying to act all innocent, whatever dude. I'm getting up to go and sleep in my room." He grabs for my hand. "Please don't tell anyone! I know what I did was wrong, I didn't mean to. It's just that the last time I was here you still lived at your mothers and I envied you so much. I did everything to get your attention." I push my hand across his mouth, "Nice explanation, I'm not buying this... what are you trying to pull here? Some sick jedi shit? Do you honestly think I'm that dumb?" "No I don't think that you're dumb at all. I just wanted to try it with..." "Finish your sentences god dammit. With what?" I ask angrily. "With someone I trust okay!" "Dude never mind, someone you trust? I've just been feeling friendly towards you and you think that I'm interested?" On the other side of the room I see one of the girls stir... my niece just turns around and then she's off to the land where Jim Carrey really is funny and not just annoying. "You know what. This isn't the place. I'm done with this conversation. I'm getting up and sleeping far away from you. I don't want any more surprises." I get up fast and grab my pillow at the same time. I make my way out of the TV room and then... I hear sobs. I look back and see him curled up trying to cry as hushed as possible. I turn around. "Is this one of your tricks again? Can you really be that pathetic?" my words sting and I feel them as well. I just stare at him and think to myself, what if that had been me sitting there. I'm really starting to feel terrible and prejudice and without even thinking I go to sit down next to him again. "Hey Franco, I really didn't mean to call you pathetic. Can you please stop crying and then we can talk okay. I promise that I'll try to be nice and considerate, I'll try my best to be understanding." He doesn't lift his head and just keeps sobbing. I grab him by the shoulder and then put my arms under his and lifts it up exposing a red bloodshot face with tears streaming down like serious p.m.s. strikingly I just look at him and put my arms around him. "Hey it's okay; it's really not the end of the world. Let's just call it a mistake and turn infor the night okay. We can talk or we don't have to- your choice." He's shivering a bit, but manages to look up at me and smiles softly. I wipe the tears from his cheek and I smile back. "Thank you," he says at a pitch only a dog and batman can hear. "I just wanted to know what you tasted like and what it was like. And I wanted to show you that you can... never mind." "Go and wash your face okay. Tomorrow this will all be over and we just act like it never happened. And by the time you wake up you'll sure feel better trust me." He returns from washing his face and jumps in next to me and I see the boy scrunching next to me the one that I knew from my room earlier today. I feel a tug at my hand and I meet his gaze, "Thank you, you don't know what this means to me." My mind does an acrobatic flip and words just fall from my mouth... "Where did you learn to do that?" He just looks at me expressionlessly. "You know, I believe only people in prison gives head like that. Have you ever been to juvie?" He laughs a little and shakes his hand gesturing no. "I just did what came naturally I guess, it's like trying to figure out how to play all sorts of ways with a new toy I guess," he adds blushingly, but not in a shy way. "So you've done this before?" "No just with you... then." "Dude the system doesn't work like that okay... wait you were like experimenting right?" I say with owl eyes. "Just tell me you were experimenting." "Well," he hesitates. "It's cool Franco. I'm going to let it go, slide, whatever! I give up." "Last time I saw you masturbating." He whispers and then looks back at the girls snoring like they emptied a big o'l bowl of punch. I start laughing, "Those two sound like their sawing trees! The only thing missing is the `timber'," he laughs again. "Wait, I was masturbating? When was this? You must be mistaken... I've never masturbated in front of anyone." "In your sleep," he says in a fast chipmunkish way. "I was sleeping next to you while you did it the last time I visited. The right term would be lying awake next to you and I guess you were also visiting." "In my sleep? Are you serious?" "Completely!" he adds enthusiastically. "I saw your dick then, it was huge. Well to me it was and it's so much bigger now. And since then I've had these weird dreams about you. Two months back I had my first wet dream. I know right! I'm like an early bloomer. But anyway that's beside the point. I woke up all sticky and smelling like wasted cheese and bleach and then I see you. Well not see you see you, but I remember dreaming of you. Then I realized that I was never interested in..." "Yo I thought you were just experi... you were peeving on me this entire time? This conversation has gotta fly." "Matthew, you kissed me." "Kissed you? You must be mistaken, I've never kissed you!" "That night in bed when you were you know... busy with yourself. You turned, looked at me and kissed me." "Hey you said it yourself. I was doing myself in my sleep, I was just dreaming." He grabs my hand and holds on to it tightly. Somehow I feel like I'm discouraging him in a very negative way after I promised to be kinder and I felt like I was still leaning too much on discrimination. "Franco, I'm not like that." "You told me this afternoon you thought I was hot." I begin to blush as I recall the moment he's referring to. "Matthew? Would you like to touch me? You know..." I pull my hand back. "I gather that means no." he puts his head down on my pillow. "I'm sorry." It's all he says and closes his eyes. I look away and stare at the closed window curtain for what feels like an eternity. Then I look back at him and something strikes me... if I could bottle perfection I guess that's what he looks like just now. I just look at him and then I find myself begin to smile. Maybe I'm just too hard on the poor fellow. What happens next surprises me though, My hand goes in search of his and I hold on tight, not in a sexual way, but in a I don't want this perfection to slip away way. I lower my head and just lie facing towards him for at least ten minutes. He opens his eyes and looks at me intently. "Matthew? I know you dislike me now." "No don't say that. I don't dislike you I was just surprised you know?" I feel him applying pressure to my hand. "I won't try anything with you again I promise Matt." "By your tone I sense a `but' coming on and I told you to call me Matthew." His expression changes and I giggle a bit. "I'm joking. It was a joke. Let up." "I..." "Again with the unfinished sentences. Hey you blew me off and swallowed my jizz... hey why did you swallow..." I change the subject. "I don't know, it felt right I guess. It's because it's yours and it kinda makes you a part of me. That's what I wanted to feel in the first place I reckon." I begin to feel uncomfortable because this conversation is turning casual and it feels seemingly crazy, and yet I can't help but go along with it. "You wanted me to be a part of you?" "Yes," he adds as a statement. "Then you should have just asked me to kiss you. That's so much more personal to me than a blowjob. I think it's more intense." "So you kiss Alexa a lot?" his question surprises me- he remembers her name. "No actually I don't. I said she was hot, I never said I was in love with her. You said something about the kiss I gave you earlier... you know at the time your testicles was the size of one of mine." "Oh the only kiss I ever thought about till now?" "Till now?" "Yes, you're right. I think that a kiss is really more intimate than anything else. I'd prefer to remember that than the blowjob I'm not supposed to remember." "You're really holding on to a kiss I gave you in your sleep? I mean in my sleep." I ask amazed. "Yes, good memory. Since I couldn't cum yet I started masturbating a while back and I always thought of that kiss. When I found out you can actually put a penis in your mouth and give another person pleaser, I mean according to what I see on movies- not the natural kind- I thought that I would just do that to you. I wanted to give you something to remember me by." "It's not like I'm going to forget Franco trust me. Really just that kiss? One I wasn't even aware of? I bet that sucked! So you kissed a lot?" "No only that one kiss, the one you gave me. I don't want anyone else's." "Say? You don't feel this way about other guys do you?" "Just you Matt... I mean Matthew." I laugh sheepishly at him correcting himself. "Well that's nothing you should really feel me kissing now! The girls go gaga! I'm good even if I have to say so myself." "I'll have to take your words for it though," he laughs and then looks down between us and back at me. "Franco, you're still holding onto my hand." "I freak you out don't I?" "No I'm good you can have it for the night if it makes me seem less than a jerk." "Can I keep it forever," he jokes as he presses harder and forces more of his fingers through mine. Out of all the actions I stutter and just act out. I mean to laugh, I really do! But I pull my hand away... then put my hand on his cheek and pull him closer. Next thing I know my eyes close and his eyes closes and my lips presses up against his. We part our lips at the same time and my tongue goes in for the kill. It touches his and I can feel the warmth and wetness accompanied by its smooth texture. Without me noticing I move my hand towards his and my other follows and goes right under his shirt. Our tongues are just about to do the tango when I open my eyes and pull away. He smiles at me, "You weren't lying, that was awesome!" he screams in a whisper. I retrieve my hand from his and he instantly looks startled. "I'm sorry Franco I didn't mean... was it just me or did you feel it too?" there's an expression in his eyes, like the expression children get when they learn that santa isn't real or when they discover barney is just a man in a suit. "That magical feeling, ya I felt it too, but it disappeared when you broke the kiss." I'm stunned! How could he have felt that too, I had the exact same experience of something being so awesomely miraculous and then I made it fade away? "Matthew? I don't want to say a bad thing and make you dislike me more, but you can kiss..." I grab his head and shove my tongue down his throat... this time I'm acting on urges only. We kiss for a while and he pulls away to breathe. "Seems like I constantly take your breath away," I joke He kisses me again and my laughter vanishes and I just look at him as he takes my hand pushes it down into his pyjamas trousers and I find a little dick there beating in tune with the rhythm of his heart. He's not wearing any underwear. I take his little cock between my fingers and I press lightly. Then... I push back the skin and I hear him sigh with pleasure as he closes his eyes. I realize where my hand is... "Franco? Is this what happened in your dreams?" He's out of breath by the small twitches I cause to his little penis. "No this is so much better," he opens his eyes. "I'm really sorry about earlier, will you kiss me again?" I do as he asks, it's almost as if he's commanding me and I obey without hesitation and I can't seem to grasp why I'm doing this. Then I look at him, truly look at him and he sees me! Not my face, not what I pretend to be, not my father's son, neither a brother... he's looking at Matthew! I feel found, exited even... "Say Franco? Can you do more of those things you learned in prison?" He laughs and kisses me, but this time he just hold onto my lower lip and then he begins to stir and moves down, covering his head. "Matthew, I sentence you to a sentence of at least ten minutes and set your bail at a gallon of sperm." I hear him say as he pulls out my soft but hardening member. "Aye judge, I hope the warden treats me better... I refuse to pay the bail; you just have to punish me to get me to pay my dues." " Let's see how long you can last in prison first before you cave and pay up." Wanted to add more, but I'm a bit tired now. A few of the reader inquired me to do a quick follow up, wish this chapter could be lengthier. I also wish I had the time to finish it as well. But this is chapter two for you... my brain is a bit burned trying to remember things precisely. It's not as sexually filled as it should be yet, but I like to begin from the start. I ask you to please be patient okay. Wanted to bring forth something more upbeat, but I wrote this the day after chapter one. My fingers actually lost weight, and looks like mini versions of hulk Hogan(veins included) IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE, EMAIL ME AND I'LL ADD THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER. THIS IS MY FIRST WRITTEN WORK/STORY SO PLEASE BE KIND. ANY QUESTIONS CAN BE FORWARDED TO tuquila1@gmail.com (tuquila one at gmail dot com... small letters) DON'T HESITATE.