Date: Wed, 25 Feb 2015 23:43:05 +0000 From: boy racer Subject: Lucas and his boys - part 5 Note: Donate to keep the Nifty Archive running and entertaining lots of people, like you and me. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html --------------------- the last chapter: "The day I had my cock covered with pepper". "Oh man... but that was the best time I bottomed in life." "Well I can say one thing: that was a firefuck!" "Shit, you didn't just say that." "I did." "Hahahaha" "Oh man... I think we better go wash up this 'caps-pepper-from-hell' out of us..." "Sure thing." --------------------- 5- WELCOME TO YOUR NEW WORLD John and I were on the shower after our intense 'firefuck' and we were surely having fun in there. I wanted to know about John's interest in girls because, well, we had been fucking a lot and we'd been together the whole time since I arrived on my aunt's that now I didn't know he was gay and gay only or there was more to him than met the eye. "I don't know, Luke... I mean, I never had sex with a girl, but I think I wanna do that. Maybe this thing we got going is... just fooling around. Maybe. I don't wanna overthink it. Let's just be ourselves..." "And have fun." I amended. "Exactly..." After some more time with water running over our bodies, John asked what I wanted to do for the day and I told him we should get out of the house for a while. Make no mistake, I was loving to be naked around him and have my first fuck sessions, but it was summer and I loved the outdoor of the town, seeing things, hanging around with different people, John's friends were always nice. John was about to suggest the same thing, he added. I heard a phone ring. It rang for a while until John realized it was his. On his way out of the shower he was soaked and making a mess in the bathroom and his bedroom. I could see him talking on the phone but the sound of the running water gave me no chance to hear the conversation. Only some words were distinguishable. "...Yeah, I can make it... (his interlocutor speaking) "...No, man, he's fine... I think you're gonna like him..." By the few sentences I got to understand I felt he was talking about me. I turned the shower off so I could hear the whole thing. Apparently the conversation was a fun one, John was all gestures while talking, and smiling faces too. "...He's young though, 14. 15 in a few weeks." That was defitenely about me. John looked back at the bathroom. I got caught! I reached for the soap and ran it over my chest, showing I was doing something, not eavesdropping. Not at all. Anyway, there were more lines in their conversation but now I wasn't paying attention until he shut down his phone. "Eavesdropping, huh?" "Who? Me? No way... Although I got the feeling you were talking about me at some point." "Sort of." "See. I had the right to hear then, since I was the subject." "So we're going to Main Street after lunch, how 'bout it?" "Sounds nice to me." The little SOB didn't tell me why he was talking about me, and he knows better than make me curious about whatever. When I got out of the shower I was all over him asking what-the-hell-for he was talking about me. We engaged in a playful 'wrestle' still naked. I had no chance against John, and he ended on top of me on his bed. Our naked bodies rubbing against each other apparently was the most natural thing to happen between the two of us. If I watched that scene, I'd say that was a 'gay thing'. "And you're not gonna tell me who you were talking to, nor why I 'happened' to be what you talked about?" "I'll tell you. But I was gonna save it for later." "Why, just tell me already..." "We're gonna meet a friend of mine." "That's it?" "Pretty much, yea. But he's a friend more than just a 'friend'." He air quoted. "Oh... OH MAN..." "So tell me, what do you think about having fun with a different boy?" "Like, the three of us?" "We didn't talk details... I thought this would be sorted out by then... What you think?" "Depends... Is he cute?" "What's cute to you?" That started a new thing. We never discussed cute boys. I never discussed that with anyone, really. "Let's take a look at some websites, so I'll show you the boys I like." I suggested. "It'll be fun." We got dressed and went online to check boys. I know, SO GAY. That was something I used to do all by myself though. We entered 'meninosonline', an ancient brazilian gay website I think no longer exists today. At that time it was one of my favorites. 'Horny John' knew that site too! We looked at many pictures of naked boys, I pointing out the ones I liked, and John telling me his favorites too. "Turns out you quite fond with teen-skinny-blondes, Luke." "Never cared to think about that." "I like'em too. Although my favorites have quite a few mucle guys as well." "It's interesting." "Why?" "Because, I gotta tell you one thing. That's got to stay here, between the two of us." "Hmm... I like this stuff..." When I got back home I'd have no one to talk about my 'boy feelings'. I thought John was the only one to hear about the fact I had a major crush on my best friend, Alex. I found interesting my taste in boys go for the blond ones. Alex had brown hair, not straight, slightly wavy, cut not so short... "So you have the hots for your BFF." "Shit John, of all the things I said you picked out on that one?" "It's funny, you say you're in love with your best friend..." "I didn't say 'in love', now did I?" "Not the words you used, but the way you described him, with so many details, shows me you have been paying attention to him a lot more than the usual for a friend, even a best friend." "Well, maybe you're right." "And you never acted out on it." "John I was a virgin, remember? I only dreamed of doing those things we've been doing." "And now? When you go back to São Paulo. What is it gonna be like?" "Didn't think of that..." "I wasn't born yesterday. You probably had your mind all over it. You just don't wanna say it." He had it right. I thought about Alex indeed. Hell I even dreamed about him. But I didn't know what was gonna happen when classes started. The world was different to me now. Maybe I had no idea how different it would be back home. "But talking about the blond boys again, Luke, I'm pretty sure you're gonna like Pablo." "Why?" "He could totally be one of the guys you named 'delicious' in the pictures we saw..." Oh man. My heart raced with the prospect of meeting a new guy. I barely made myself comfortable with having sex, now I was gonna meet a guy already knowing we would end up doing stuff. The horny part of me took over the wheel and in no time I was anxious to meet that Pablo guy, wondering if he was as cute as the pictures... John was off to the kitchen to warm up the food his mother prepared to us and I jumped on the couch, with the TV on, while my mind tried to organize my life, my future as a gay boy. Would I out myself? Not likely. I feared the judgement of other people, kids at school... Man how would that be with my parents? They never seemed to be gay haters, my mom was friends with a co-worker at the bank who was gay. I thought he had a husband, or whatever they call it. But we never know when it's in your own home, right? It was 21st century, but the people were born in the 20th (people under the age of 6 don't count), and I had no idea of what could happen if I told people I was gay. My friends? Alex, what would he think? After all Alex was just a dream, since he had a girlfriend I knew I'd lost that one before I ever had a chance to try. There were plenty of good looking boys in my school. It was impossible that I was the only one who happened to figure out I was a boy who liked boys. That was too much to think about. I chose to box it up and store it somewhere in my mind so I would worry about it when the time came. I went through my stuff in the bedroom and grabbed a book I'd planned to finish reading during the summer, but that had been neglected since I arrived. It was John Grisham's Time to Kill. You see, my dad is a lawyer, and since I discovered John Grisham I became fascinated with the legal thriller style. I watched a movie, "The client", and later knew it was based on a book. My curiosity pushed me to get the book and compare to the movie. The book had much more information. Oh man that Brad Renfro boy looked cute. He didn't look 11 at all in the movie. Anyway, after reading "The Client" I went on to "The Partner" only to get so disappointed with the end. This was the third of John Grisham's I was reading, and his first to be published. I was halfway through the book, still unaware what would happen... Turns out I never finished the book before going back to São Paulo, as this summer had yet a lot more prepared to me... After eating my aunt's always amazing casserole, John and I went to the living watch some TV. There was plenty of space for us, but I didn't ask for his approval and jumped with him on the couch, kinda cuddling, with my butt pressing against his cock, that went hard instantly. "You sure do like that, don't you?" "It's nice. And don't tell you're not 'all-for-it' because your cock's saying you like it too." "I do. It's pretty nice to stay this way with you..." I don't know if I was a romantic-at-heart-gay-teen or just a all-horny one, but I knew I would miss that when I got back home. Next thing I know I'm waking up with John telling me it was a good time for us to go out. It was about 3 o'clock, hot as hell outside but better than hit the street right after eating. I changed into a white boardshorts, surfer's style, and a nice fitting green t-shirt. White sneakers, white socks, slapped some parfum on, and that was it. John was ready before I picked up my outfit. Red baggy boardies, white shirt, black All-Star to his feet. Nice look, but he could do better, if he asked. Which he never did. So I just kept it to myself. "Nice smelling, aren't we?" "Well... You told me we're gonna meet a boy, so... I think it's nice to look AND smell good." "You never smell this good with me." OMG!!! What was that now? Was that jealousy? That was so fun! "I never thought you cared for that..." "I didn't until now..." "So I'll dress up and be all perfumed when I hit the bed with you..." "Just skip the dressing up part. I like you naked just fine..." "Perv!" "You get me going like that..." AND he grabbed my hand pulling it to feel up his hard cock. "We better get going, John, or I'll just suck you right now..." "O-kay... Let's go then... Later on I'll let you play with it." Oh the pervert that was my cousin. The air and the sight of a small town amaze a big city boy who's used to see tons of people running from here to there always in a hurry that lead them nowhere. In this town everyone have the apparent peace and tranquility. You see old ladies tending their gardens, kittens playing with leaves on the sidewalk, people wave to a each other and say hi, how are you, stuff that I didn't see back home. That's why I loved being here, it was all diferent, seemed to me I was in a movie, not in the real life. John and I walked just a few blocks until we hit the "powerful" commercial area, where there was a little more busy people, running their errands, living their lives. We looked at shops, talked a little about nothing in specific. "Where are we meeting this friend of yours?" "In the old train station." "That's unusual. Last time I've been here it was abandoned..." "It's not a station anymore. They had it transformed into a mix of a farmers market with a food court and a culture center." The station was really different than I remembered. The old building dating back to 1878 that was an ugly sight was now fully remodeled, cars in the lot, people going in and out. Inside was nice too. It was a mini-mall with the atmosphere of an old warehouse. It was divided in two long corridors in the length of the building and in the middle of the building there was an big square with a stage-like thing in the middle. And there was a piano on it. That was the 'food court'. There was a variety of shops there. Pizza place, italian restaurant, submarine sandwiches joint, ice cream, natural sandwiches, a cafe, cake shop... We went to the cafe. And as we were about to choose a table John said "here he comes" and I saw him. Oh my... He was all John said and a little more. The boy was taller than John, thin, with a blond straight hair that had perfect fitting to his angel face. Big blue eyes, beatiful lips... You get it, right? The boy was dreamy. I fell for him immediately. Maybe not so much, but he had an effect on me. He was dressed with jeans, and a shirt with blue buttons. Oh he also had a silver neck chain. "Oh hey John, hi." "Hey Pablo, right on time." "And you must be John's cousin..." "Lucas," I offered my hand for him to shake. "But everybody calls me Luke." "Well it's Luke, then." Oh man he had a smile that was to die for. His mouth was big and his teeth were perfect. Yeah, I picked on that too. I mean the guy was THE symbol of many sessions of jerking off in front of my computer. And I knew he was gay, so I wouldn't have to wonder about it. AND John made it clear we would end up doing stuff. I was in heaven. The guy was cute, indeed. "So what are you guys up to?" "We're just hanging out, you know... Summer..." John had to talk 'cause I was drooling over the boy. "And you Luke. John told me you live in São Paulo, is that it?" "Yes, I do. But it's so good to spend some days here. I like the town." "Really? I'm not a huge fan. But for now I'm stuck here... When I turn 18 I'm probably gonna move somewhere else." "And how old are you then?" "I'm 17. John told me you're 15." "Almost 15, Pablo... He's 14 as we speak." "What have you been doing here in this lost town where there's nothing to do?" I needed a little assistance from John, because all I had to say is that I spent the last couple of days naked with him in the house... A looked at John, who I thought got the message. "He just got here last Saturday. But we've had fun though." "Oh good. It's good." "Where do you live in São Paulo, Luke? Is it in the Capital, or one of those suburban places?" "Oh I live in the city. Higienopolis, do you know? Near Paulista Avenue..." "I heard of. I've been to SP only a few times... Never got to know the city for real." "What to say? It's gray. And noisy. And noisy again. Really it's like the people never sleep. They're always going somewhere, driving somewhere... I don't know why the subway is always crowded." "So you must like here for a change." "I do." The waitress came to our table. I wanted a maracuja juice (passion fruit), John wanted a coke and Pablo a swiss lemonade. "And you John, I haven't seen you last week, what you been doin?" "You missed me, didn't you?" John with his evil smile that I was seeing a lot these days. "Kinda did, yeah." O-kay. That was supposed to means something? I mean, 'you missed me?' What? "See, Luke, your cousin visits me very often... I don't know if he told you that..." "No, he didn't." I looked at John, very curious for sure. "Must have slipped his mind." "I was doing that application test last week, Pablo. For the Chemstry course. Remember I told you that?" Maybe I was wrong but I sensed a little thing there. Pablo seemed disappointed or mad that John didn't go see him. "Anyway. John. Do you remember that guy who works in the gas station. That Thomas guy?" "I guess... He's the one who's dating that Lillian girl, friend of yours." "Yes, that's him." "Didn't know you were friends with him." "I wasn't. Until some days ago when he came to me asking about Lillian, saying they broke up and he wanted to know about her, if she was dating anyone... Which she is, and I told him. Man he was devastated. I felt for the boy." "But did he tell you why they split?" "Sort of..." Pablo then told us the story, the Thomas guy was dating the chick. They dated the whole year apparently. Everything was fine until he demanded her something she wouldn't give. John wanted to know if it was sex, and Pablo said no, and yes, which got us thinking. Well at least I was thinking. The story ran long, our juices were delivered. Turns out poor Thomas was sad and invited Pablo to help him drown his sorrow. They got closer and kind of became friends. Just like that. "And then, believe me, he told me what really happened so Lillian gave him the boot." "What was it, Pablo, I'm curious." "I am too. I don't know them, but I wanna know whats sex and no sex..." I couldn't hold myself, now could I? Pablo told us to go easy, he was gonna get there. First he explained to us, that wasn't sex he was demanding because they were already having sex pretty regularly already. What made her go, was Thomas request to have sex in a different manner. "What you mean?" Man Pablo was getting John overboard. "He wanted to 'fuck her backdoor'." John and I burst laughing and Pablo joined us. I don't know exactly why we were laughing so hard. Maybe it was because of the term 'backdoor' or maybe because the three of us were somehow 'used to it'. "Oh man... I don't believe it. Did he use those words?" John was laughing out loud. "Yes he did. Imagine the scene? The guy saying that to me? Of all people, me?" "I know I would have laughed." John couldn't stop laughing. Pablo didn't laugh at the guy, who according to him was pretty down because of the situation. Thomas loved the girl, girl loved Thomas but she wouldn't let him fuck anything but her pussy. Now was my turn to ask something. "But Pablo, did he happen to tell you why he wanted to get thru her 'backdoor' so badly?" My question, using the 'backdoor' was enough for John start laughing all over again. "Yes, Luke, he did. I told you guys, we became friends. We're talking everyday now..." Thomas, poor straight guy, had a wish. A wish he hoped his girl could make happen. He wanted anal sex. He always wanted that. He had the frontdoor, but he wanted the back too. He wanted full access. That conversation was beyond funny. Poor kid, was so devastated and came to Pablo trying to understand why she wouldn't go through with the thing. Thomas was all insecure of himself and began thinking he was the problem, that maybe he didn't satisfy her and that's why she left him. "What do you mean, Pablo?" "The thing, Luke, is that Thomas was thinking she left because maybe he had a small dick." "Oh..." John and I were in unison. "But was that the case?" I wanted to ask that, but John was faster. "Well... No." Pablo said looking at us both. "I can tell you for a fact that's not the case." "But... How can you... I mean..." I was all fingers trying to formulate a decent question. "He showed me the damn thing!" "He did???" John's jaw had fallen. Pablo and Thomas were on a bar near the bus station, just outside town, near Thomas' job drinking a beer late night. And they had quite a few. So when this topic came up, Pablo told Thomas, even before seeing the thing, that it probably wasn't the case. It was more accurate to say that what scared her off was the 'backdoor' thing. But Thomas wasn't convinced. "He was still thinking he had a small wiener. Now John, what would you do to help a guy in this situation?" "I would tell him that it's not important, or whatever..." "And you Luke? What would you do?" "I was gonna want to see it. If I saw the so called 'wiener' I could have a proper answer." "That's it. We think alike. Gimme five here." It was obvious. If a guy thinks his dick's small, then you have to see it to know if it is. "Then I told him to go to the restroom in the back. We went and there I told him 'now show me'. "Just like that?" John was stunned. "Yes, that's the only way I know how. I wouldn't grab the guy's shaft, would I?" "For as long as I know you... That would be more, like, your thing." "Yes, if it's your shaft, I just go and grab it. But I didn't want to scare Thomas off. I mean, he was really fucked up." O-kay... I was not prepared to hear that: 'if it's your shaft I just grab it.' Man. Pablo was not embarrased at all to say, with me around, that he grabs my cousin's cock. I had so much to learn. "But then he showed you." John took the words off my mouth. I was gonna ask the same. "He did. It was soft. But as I suspected that was not the problem." Now I wanted to know. "Ok, you gotta tell me, why did you suspect that a small dick wasn't the problem." "Because... I just knew. He's 18, shaped up, thick eyebrows... He descends from the arabian, it would be a shame if he had a small thingy... But I'm not finished with his dick. I told him to show me it hard." "No shit!" I was surprised, to say the least. "And did he do it?" "Unfortunately for me, John, he didn't. There. Afterwards when I got home, he was already online and he sent me a picture." This conversation was getting me hard. Pablo was sitting right next to me and John in front of Pablo. "And?" John was all too interested. "Gotta tell you. His cock is big. Bigger than yours John. And yours is... Well... Good enough. Now think of it with a 'size bonus'." "Man. I'm hard here!" "You're not alone, John. Lil Pablito here is awake... You Luke?" "What?" "You wood?" John asked making me blush! "Don't blush boy... Just say it." "Of course I am too." "I know I'd like to see that." Pablo shouldn't have said that. I mean, I was a teenager. I was thinking this guy sitting next to me is way too hot, (no offense John, you're good too) telling me he wanted to see my wood? I had nothing else to say, other than this: "Well, be my guest then..." John didn't think I would do that. The look in his face was fun to see. Pablo wasted no time. He looked around to see if there was no one watching, and just grabbed my boy meat. He squeezed good and his hand remained there long enough for me to blush again. John was just looking at us while I had my cock groped in public. Pablo smiled at me. "Seems you got a pretty nice thing going down there." I thought I should say 'thank you' but then I thought again and said nothing. I only cuckled. All too good for a first encounter with my soon-to-be newest obsession, or so I thought at the moment. But Pablo wasn't done yet. We ordered more juice and I asked if they wanted to eat anything. Pablo declined, John was in the mood for fries. So we ordered fries before Pablo could resume his story. The whole show-me-your-dick thing took place the week before. After that Pablo invited Thomas to his house on Monday (otherwise known as today) for some drinks. Pablo did have a plan! "So tonight he's coming to my house..." "Wait, don't you work at nights?" I had no idea he did. "Not today. It's my day off. That's why I invited him over. So we can have a beer, two, maybe half dozen to get things going..." "Going... where?" Oh innocent Luke. "I want to make his wish come true." Oh man. I blushed again! "And do you think he's gonna want that? I mean, he's straight isn't he?" "But you don't know Pablo's methods... Or I should say 'modus operandi, Pablo?" "If you say that latin, John, it sounds like Machiavellian. But I do know one thing. Boy's horny, want to fuck an ass. Boy drinks a few beers. Get loose. Soon enough if things go right, I grant him his wish and he'll be fuckin ass." Our french fries were ready. Fast enough. We changed the subject as we started eating, and went on to not sexual subjects. I wanted to know why there was a piano in the middle of the place. "It's for the piano player." John should learn not to speak with his mouth full. "At nights, Luke, they have live music here. The stores are closed and only food court is working, and there's a guy playing brazilian music, classics, stuff like that. As the piano is there the whole day, whoever wants to play can feel free to do it." "Yeah, Luke, why don't you play a little? You must miss playing." "You play piano?" "He plays, Pablo. And all too good." "Yes, I play since, I don't know... Since I was 6. "Damn, you play a long time. You must be good at it." Pablo had no idea, but I knew my way on the piano. "Well... I can tickle the ivories just fine... But I'm no expert." "I wanna see. Go play for us." "I don't know, Pablo... I mean, 'look at that crazy dude playin'..." -------------------------------- to be continued -------------------------------- It was running too long. Had to cut it. Thank you guys for the feedback. Keep it coming through boy-driver@hotmail.com