Date: Sat, 29 Sep 2018 11:09:15 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: Best Friends Chapter 3 PART III ======= Chapter 19 -------------- To Bill's surprise, the following day Tomas got his haircut shot. He asked him: "Why have you cut your hair, Tomas? "Because I'm a man now; and a man had his hair short, as my dad or your brother." "How did you know?" Tomas explained him but omitting all about his climbing and final sexual releases. "Wow! That's cool Tomas. I'm still as dry as an almond after summer." "It won't take very long, because we are the same age, so one of these days you will experiment that lovely sensation. The feeling is so strong and different..." "I'm getting hard only thinking about it." "I too, Bill. It is so good that I have to jerk my prick off two or three times a day." "Do you?" "Yes, I do. "Can we do it this weekend at your dad's house?" "I think so. Last week he did not go to the city to see his girlfriends; he must be very hot, so I think he will go. I'll let you know it. We can do a lot of stuff together." On Saturday afternoon, both friends met at Frank's; and as Tomas had foreseen, he had gone to the city on Friday evening. As soon as they were in, they stripped down, both carrying hardness. "What shall we do?" "I want to see your cream first." "In that case, you suck me, it is the quickest way." Billy watched his friend with a sly smile. "I don't believe you, but I'll suck your cock, then you'll do it to me, right? "Right. Come on, I need a fucking release, otherwise, my balls will explode." Billy started blowing his best friend willingly but slowly, his tongue licked the cockhead swallowing any bit of precum from his friend. Then he went down trying to get his whole dick inside his mouth, in spite he near gagged, he kept his breathing while he reached Tomas' crotch. His aim was to get also in his mouth the tucked balls; of course, he could not. Tomas was near his climax, so he got his friend head pushing it to his crotch. Fortunately, he was lying on his back; otherwise, he might have fallen to the floor with the impact of his orgasm. He arched his hips, held his breathing and with a loud moan spurted his cream inside his best friend's mouth. Billy felt Tomas spasms, and how his cock got the warmest inside his mouth, as he received the strange clear cream shot to his palate and tongue. Tomas relaxed still heavily breathing hard. Billy swallowed part of his friend's seeds. "Congratulation, my friend!" Without any answer, he kissed Tomas mixing the remaining of his cum with their saliva. "It tastes salty but not bad, I hope that mine when it comes, will be the same." "You can bet for it." "How do you know?" "Well, I suppose cum have always the same flavour, no matter where it comes from. Bill smiled, his friend had tasted it before, but he did not want to force him to say; on the other hand, that was not anything important. He was hard and wanted Tomas to do it to him. "Now it is my turn." "Yes. I'll tell you something. If you feel a need to pee, don't worry, you go ahead and don't care about peeing in my mouth." "We better do it on the floor, because if I pee on the couch I don't know how we would manage to get rid of the smell." Tomas knew the answer but he wanted to keep that secret and make his best friend to enjoy, in case he had his first semen. "Ok, extend that blanket on the floor, if you pee as a baby we'll wash it." he teased his friend. "You take my dick into your fucking mouth because I'm the one to explode now." Tomas laughed about his friend's strong vocabulary pulling him on the blanket. Instead of going directly to his rod, he licked and sucked his nipples; scooting down to his belly button; he then tried to drill it with his tongue. These actions made Bill feel something between laugh and pleasure. He was now breathing very hard, wanting his friend to go to his dick without any more preliminaries; however, Tomas continued his work. He missed his friend's cock and started licking his white thighs; this made his dick even harder. Tomas took in his mouth his friend ball sack, sucking it keenly. He observed how Bill's dick was pouring precum, another sign that he was approaching his first cum, he thought. Then he engulfed Bill's dick in his mouth sucking it and tasting the salty flavour, as blood, of his friend's precum. He did not need to wait long; his friend arched his hips and pushed Tomas' head down preventing him to raise his head. He stopped breathing. "To... mas I'm peeing!" He yelled enlarging the last syllable. With this loud moan, Bill spurted his first cum, only a few drops that Tomas kept in his tongue as a treasure for his best friend to see. He retrieved his mouth from the still pulsating dick and waited for his friend to relax. Bill was panting, his eyes closed and his sweated hair on the blanket. He opened the eyes and looked at his friend. "I felt that need of peeing Tomas. What does it mean?" For an answer, Tomas raised his friend, now sat on the blanket with his cock tacked to his tummy; he took his hand and spate on his palm his precious gift. Bill did not understand why his friend did that. "Congratulation my friend, you are also a little man!" Bill opened his lovely eyes wider astonished." "Do you mean that I have spurted my first semen?" "Yes, you did; you have it now on your hand. I kept it for you." He looked at the whitish cream and licked it with his tongue. The flavour was absolutely the same as Tomas'; he then took his friend's face in his hands he kissed him tenderly sharing his milk with him. Tomas understood that was a special moment and left his friend to do whatever he wanted. They caressed tenderly during some minutes and finally hugged very tight. "Tomas, I don't know if I am a fag or not, neither I mind at this moment. I love you." Tomas knew his friend was not a queer because he also felt the same about him. "I love you too, Bill. If you are a fag I'm too, and I want to share with you." Both boys hugged softly again. "I want to see it again, Tomas. Next Monday I'll be at the school with my hair cut short, as you are; and the next October I'll wear long trousers. I would have liked to be in the mountains and offered my semen to Mother Nature. "You don't need to go to the mountains for that. As soon as we have the full moon, we can go to the forest, near the river and make your offer there. Of course, you cannot shout, but it is the same." "Will you be with me? "I will. You will need a witness that must also be naked. My dad told me that it is a very ancient Celtic rite; we will mix our semen, swallowing the mixture. That's the same as cutting your wrist and making mix the blood. Now if you want to see your seed you should start jerking off your little rampant dick." They jerked and sucked each other until they were exhausted. Some days later, when the moon was full, they performed the ceremony and the rite of offering their seeds to Mother Nature. However, Tomas was anxious looking forward to the day his dad would teach him how to fuck a girl. "Tomas, are you still interested in what we talked about intercourse?" Tomas did not know the technical word used by his dad. "Sorry dad, I didn't catch you." "Well, perhaps I was too technical. Intercourse is the normal word for fuck; that's slang." "Ok! Yes dad, anytime." He grinned. "Next Saturday will be a suitable day, so ask your mom if you can sleepover here." "No problem dad, she always approves anything related to you and me together." Tomas was the whole week thinking about that day. On Friday evening, dad went to the city and returned on Saturday morning. In the afternoon, Tomas entered. "Hi dad, did you have a nice stay in the city?" "Yes, very pleasant. She was a wonderful young woman; it is a pity that she has a husband." Tomas giggled at his dad. "Dad, haven't you ever been caught by a husband or any other relative?" "Well... just once. I'll show you tonight the proof. Since that day I take precautions on my business." Both laughed the frankness with his son. "Perhaps one day I may tell you all about my misdeeds and adventures." "It must be great to hear. I'll put it on writing your adventures, but changing places and names." Frank pushed his son to the floor and both engaged in a wrestling fight. When they were tired and sweating; started cleaning the house and had dinner. After they chatted on many things, Frank said: "It is time for bed, so let's have a shower. I have prepared the water. They showered soaping one another because in those times they had no running water into the house as today. Once they were ready and naked, went into the bedroom and under the covers. "Sorry, dad I'm excited." "It is normal; your hormones are claiming continuous releases. Tomas, it is very important that when you go to fuck your counterpart, you always must think that she/he is a human being." "Why do you say he?" "You should never discard fucking a boy, though we are mainly thinking about women." "Yes, dad. I won't forget." "Dad, how can you stop getting excited? Your dick is flaccid, while mine is always rock hard and waiting for more." "I know, but you are my son and it is very difficult for me to forget it." "But you have fucked and sucked another boy when you also were a boy, can't you switch your mind as when you did that." "That was different. Do you want me to start? Or shall we drift to sleep." "Dad, we have nothing special to do in the morning. What about if we sleep now and tomorrow morning we do it?" "It is not a bad idea. Good nights, son." He kissed Tomas. Father and son drifted off to sleep. Early the following morning, Tomas felt the need to pee, so when he came back he observed his dad tenting the sheets that had covered them. Tomas was thinking it was amazing how he did not get even hard when he taught him about sex, only to think about it got him hard again. They had been very happy during the past six years; his mom always was telling him that he spent more time with his dad than with her. It was true, but he answered her that he had to regain the lost time, and besides, he needed his advice on matters men could only speak with men. He loved his mother and she felt happy he had met his real father. For him, his dad was the greatest man in the world, no boy spoke about their dad with such enthusiasm; always they were dismissed and most of the times abused by them; on contrary that his dad, even encouraged him to love a little girl; why not? He thought she is so pretty... He will wait until that little doll becomes a beautiful girl, then he could marry her and they would make things every day until they were exhausted, as his dad was teaching him. She will then be the happiest girl in the village. He knew his dad never abused, even liked, sex with children, but he had made him enjoy and had very good times. Tomas was hard with these reflections. He dragged the sheet and rolled it at his dad's knees. He observed Frank's strong muscles; "he is still a young man," he thought and needs sexual releases very often; however, this week he did escape, but only for a few hours, only with the aim to please me, his son. How could he not love his dad? He was always ready to please him, though he was not very exigent. I will release him; even if necessary, I'll suck his dick. He deserves my gratitude" Those thoughts were passing thru Tomas' mind. His dad was a hard sleeper, only his discipline got him in time when he had to get up early, but now he was rock asleep. Frank woke up, opened his eyes, and watched the scene. He grinned, extended his arms to his dear son dragging him on his strong chest. "Are you alright?" "Yes, I am." "Tomas, you have been the best thing that had happened to me in my life." Tomas rolled over, now facing his dad; his young head leaning on his elbow and hand. "I'm very lucky; my life was a hell until I met you, dad." They hugged tenderly and drifted off to sleep again. They woke at 9:00, Frank got up to pee and returned to his son's side; he noticed how Tomas erection tented the sheets, as he also woke up. "Good morning, dad." "Good morning, son. Are you ready for the lesson? Or do you prefer after breakfast?" "Let's do it, dad. I promised Bill to meet him around eleven" "Ok. Take your notebook, if you like. I will explain to you systematically so you can take it into practice with someone. Remember you should carry out the full procedure with some to whom you really like or strongly you want to please. You can abbreviate it in the rest of the cases." "I understand." "Let's say it is a female the subject..." He explained to our brother in detail all process; sometimes Tomas stopped him to clarify some points that were not clear to him. After an hour, he finished. "Oh dad, that must be super great, it is not strange that women are mad about you." Dad grinned, and looking to his son's dick, he said. "I suppose your little soldier needs a release, otherwise you will explode." He smiled at his father. "Do you mind dad?" Dad grinned as Tomas went to the bathroom. Half a minute later, he moaned and started spurting his little load of clear semen. When he recovered, came back and hugged dad. "Dad, I have put every detail in my mind and I'll write them down. Yet, I have some questions that I would like you to answer me. It looks easy but I suppose it depends on many factors, such as age, place, time, etc. that experience will show me." He paused as he has a question in his mind. "I assume you have fucked many girls and women." He blushed but bravely made the most important question for himself. "Dad, do I have any other hidden brother or sister?" Probably dad was expecting this question, especially taking into consideration Tomas's jealous nature. Dad thought for a moment, grinned, and ruffled his son's short hair. "No. I like women and they like me. I always try they never start loving me, which could tempt them to want a child with me. We want to enjoy sex and being together, nothing else; besides, almost all of them, are young, married or widow women." Tomas grinned in complicity. "Just in case..." "Well just in case, but never happened." Dad smiled back at his son. "Listen, smart boy: I don't like whores because they trade with their bodies and I don't like to pay or receive payment for fucking a woman, yet, I want both of us to enjoy the time we spend together." Then Tomas interrupted dad. "Yes, dad. However, if you fuck an adult woman repeatedly probably she can get pregnant; you have told me that many times." "Not if you are careful and use your brains." He stood, went to a drawer and extracted a notebook; he opened and showed Tomas a page crossed with a pencil forming 30 columns. The first one was in blank and the rest numbered from 1 to 29. Underneath, four lines had been used, named A, B, C and D. Each line filled with month days. None of them started on the same day. He then explained to our brother: "These are menstruation periods; days in red ink mean "danger". Tomas looked a little bit confused. "I don't understand these lines and numbers, dad." "Tomas, any woman is fertile only about 72 hours a month, the rest of the time you can fuck her without risking she can get pregnant; the numbers in red are those days." "You have in red more than three days..." "Because I want to be on the safe side." "How do you know those days?" Dad jabbed Tomas. "Clever boy!" He said near murmuring. "Some time ago came an eminent doctor and investigator to the capital city and I assisted to his conferences; later on, he gave us a manual with the new revolutionary theory discovered by a Japanese colleague. He explained the real fertile day takes place 13 days before the next menstruation." Tomas started counting back..." "Yes, it coincides with these numbers." "It doesn't fail the method, dad?" "Smart boy!" He repeated for himself. "Yes, it can fail. Up today it has been a great success for me; however, if a woman is irregular on her menstruation you can use a condom or other methods that I'll give you details some time." Tomas kept silence during some time; his penis was flaccid as he was concentrated on his father's explanations. Nevertheless, he wanted to know more and more about his real father's life. Chapter 20 -------------- They remained in silence for some time while Tomas was digesting all the information he had received, then he stared into his dad's eyes tenderly and grinned. "Dad, I suppose you have found yourself sometimes in difficult situations during some of your sexual escapades." "Sure. Some of them were funny and some not so funny. I'll tell you some other day so you can have a good time." Tomas laughed. "Dad, at least tell me one, even if it has no fun." Dad thought for a moment and then got a little serious as he warned our brother. "Tomas, you cannot tell anybody, even to your best friend Billy. Someone could recognize her. She is a very rich young widower. Her husband died a few years back due to the wounds received during the War. She has two children, a boy of your age and a pretty girl one year younger. During our dinner, I observed how the little girl stared at her brother; they like me and are highly educated. The boy told me his mom had had a few lovers, but almost all of them wanted their money, besides fucking her. I rejected any payment I told her I was not a gigolo..." Tomas interrupted dad. "What does gigolo mean, dad?" "A man supported normally by an old woman. She pays his daily living expenses." "Is she who sent you all those books and the climbing equipment?" "Yes. She knows I had a clever and beautiful son and gave me all those books from her own library. She argued needed the space and her sons did not like engineering; most books are of maths, history and science. It was a treasure from her husband, which she would have sold as waste paper otherwise, so I accepted them. In a few days we'll receive the rest of her library, especially a large encyclopaedia of 35 volumes; however, she pleaded me to say it is an anonymous donation." "Please, carry on, dad." "That night, while we were fucking I heard some low moans and light move of a curtain. I do not like witnesses when I'm with a woman, so I got up and drew the heavy garment. I found the boy fucking his sister from behind; they were so engaged that even didn't notice I was watching them." Tomas laughed. "When they realised I had discovered them, blushed and rushed to their room. I followed up and brought them back to our bedroom. Their mother seemed not surprised; she then said: "Frank, life is too short and I want them to enjoy their lives. They are doing it since Peter was ten y/o." "But they are brothers!" I argued: "Does it make any difference? They are human beings; that's all. You would be surprised how many fathers fuck their daughters, and mothers their sons in our so-called high society." We all four were naked and I had interrupted our lovemaking, so I smiled at them, ruffled the boy's hair and patted the girl on the butt. "Well, if your mom doesn't mind, why shall I do? Please, you do whatever you like in your room, but I don't like voyeurs." The boy smiled. "Thanks, Frank, we must learn, and you are a real hunk." They left and I returned to my interrupted job." Tomas started laughing loudly. "That's really good dad. I suppose the girl can get pregnant by her brother." "Of course they are risking it, I told their mother, but they have money to solve a problem like this. Some days later, the boy and girl were alone when I entered their home; they knew I was coming, so they were waiting for me; then they hugged me in a friendly way. While I was waiting for their mom, the boy asked me: "Frank, we know you aren't married, why then don't marry our mom and we become a family? We don't mind." He surprised me; I ruffled his hair and honestly answered him. "You know very well that I like you both and your mother, but I prefer to have you as friends and not as foster sons because I can care you as best friends and keep our secrets and relationship forever. I have a son and I know I could not love you as I love him." They knew I was honest with them. They asked me to bring you some time to know them; I promised nothing because I wanted first to talk to you." "And this is the end of dad's teaching our brother Tomas. I wonder whether he took him to know that family." Frankie was very hard after his brother's story. "Jim, I'm very hard, let's put in practice dad's skill." Frankie smiled. "That would take us the whole night, you can do it with John, sure he will be astonished of your talented sexual ability; nevertheless, I'm also very hot, so a lovely 69 will get rid of our hardness." Frankie grinned and inverting his position with his brother, each other took the other dick in his mouth until their respective climaxes arrived. Jim spurted his load and Frankie his dry orgasm, and their dicks got flaccid. "Still there is another story, of dad and our brother Tomas, but it is not so interesting, but good." "What's that, Jim? "It refers to the first time that Bill and Tomas fucked a girl in a whorehouse. Dad took them to put into practice what they had learnt from dad. I'll tell you someday." "Please Jim, tell me it now." Frankie pleaded with his brother tenderly. "No Frankie, we are tired. It is too late and we must sleep. I'll promise to tell you." They drifted off to sleep. Meanwhile, on the farm, I was happily waiting for my dad to arrive from the city after I had received the phone call from Frankie. Wrapped in a gown, I sat in front of the burning fire, listening to some light classical music. As usual, I was thinking about Frankie; my dick was hard. I heard the main door opening and ran to receive my dad. "Hi, my little beauty. Here you are a little present; it is a pop music record, and this big one is a new classic for our collection." "What is it the classic?" "It is The Swan Lake, written by Tchaikovsky. It is a lovely music." "Can I play it, dad?" "Of course, you can. Put the volume a little bit loud so I can hear it from the bathroom. I'll leave the door open, and mom also can hear it from the kitchen." I placed it on the record player and the sweet music started to come out. He wrote it in the nineteen century for his little niece, it is mostly for ballet. I read the booklet attached, and as the music progressed, it mentally transported me to a far country of swans, princes and princesses. I heard again someone knocking on the entrance door; then mom from the kitchen said: "Please Johnny, open the door." I rushed without caring much about my robe that was open. It was little Francis. "Hi, Uncle John! I have come because I need your help with some homework," he said loudly, however, he winked an eye at me. He entered the kitchen and kissed mom. "Grandma, I have some homework to do with Uncle John, can I sleep here with him? He gazed at her with his sweetest smile. "Did you have dinner?" "Not yet." "In that case, you must go and ask your mom for permission to dine and sleep here." "I'll do in one minute." He left, and a few minutes later, was back with his pyjama on hand. After listening to some more music, dad joined us. He ruffled the hair of his favourite grandchild. "How is the prettiest boy in the world?" He stood up and hugged his grandpa. "Now let's have dinner." We sat down on the table, on one side Francis and me; and on the other the adults. After the soup, mom put a big roasted beefsteak with some vegetables that looked good. Francis cut it in little pieces the steak and punched one piece to his mouth. At the same time, he slid his left hand under the table and gripped my dick, squeezing it. I closed my eyes in ecstasy. "Grandma, this meat is lovely." He said as he slowly stroked my cock. I was already savouring some meat in my mouth. I looked at my dear nephew. "Certainly, it has a good flavour, mom." The naughty boy caught my double meaning. "I'm glad you liked it." Mom said. We grinned in complicity and continued having dinner. After finishing, we went to brush our teeth. "It looks like you are having a good time with your prick," Francis said. "You have put me hard and now I cannot get rid of my hardness." "I'm hard too, and I know how to get rid of it." We smiled, and after saying goodnights to the adult persons, we rushed upstairs to do our homework. As soon as we entered the room, I took Francis' hands on mine and I watched the beauty of my blond nephew; I never was fed up of looking at him. My heart melted staring into those gorgeous blue eyes. "I love you very much, Francis." He for an answer kissed me passionately on the lips. I could not help but I rubbed his hard dick. I unbuttoned his shorts and yanked them to his ankles; he stepped out of them, now he was naked waist down, except for his socks. I dropped my gown onto the floor as we continued fondling each other. He was well hung for his age, as all Martinez. He just stood there with his dick pushing forward from his hairless pubis. His testicles were now a little tighter than they were when he stripped off his clothes; now looked like two little marbles left in a small tight money pouch. My nephew Francis was almost as tall as I was. We looked into each other eyes and launched into my arms. I kissed him passionately; our tongues mixed our saliva. He was so sweet! We caressed for a few minutes. We broke our kiss, I started licking, and nibbling his neck; he was moaning and his head back with his beautiful blond long hair hanging. I sucked his tiny nipples and he gasped in pleasure. I kneeled in front of him; I put my left arm around his butt cheeks and started kneading them while I sucked his ball sack, he rubbed my hair with intelligible words. I raised a little my head and found in front of my mouth the most beautiful little cock. I could see partially his red glands thru the open foreskin; I stuck out my tongue and flicked the sensible part. Instantly, he shuddered and squirmed in delight. I pursed my lips into a pout and pressed them to the very tip of his hard little shaft. Then, with my hands on his hips, prevented him from thrusting into my mouth, I pushed forward. Never open my mouth more than I really had to, I allowed the dimensions of Francis' penis to govern just how far I had to open my mouth as my tongue peeled back his foreskin, exposing the sensitive tip of his sexual head to my tongue. He gasped with pleasure as I started sucking the lovely meat. I swallowed him right to the base until my nose pressed into his pubis. The crown of his cock pressed itself at the very entrance to my throat. "Please John, don't stop, please don't..." He near yelled. I noticed how his breath increased moaning in ecstasies. A couple of minutes later Francis pushed hard into my mouth, his hands around my head; his knees buckled. Francis trembled again and I had to tighten my hold on his tense thighs to prevent him from falling on the carpet. He moaned loudly as he pushed his groins against my face. Agh! Twirling between my open and spread legs, my hard dick throbbed and ached, demanding attention; however, I did not touch it because I wanted to give the maximum pleasure to my angel. I helped Francis not to fall on the floor as he was terribly relaxed. Still, hard his boyhood slipped from between my lips and hung in the air, glistening with my spit before him, finally lowered himself into a sitting position on the carpet. When he recovered, said: "Uncle John, that was amazing, please let's go on the bed, I want you to release your tensions in my bum." We sat down on the carpet. We climbed onto the bed, I was terribly hard and needing a release, much more after Francis wonderful climax. "I want you to fuck me, Uncle John. I want you to get a lovely release as I had." "Ok, I'll fetch for the vaseline." He wanted to continue, but I did not like to hurt my little angel, so, in seconds, I was back with the tube of the slipping product. I smeared some on my throbbing cock, then I put a glob on my forefinger and pushed it into Francis' bum; he moaned in pleasure. I lay on my back; he straddled me sitting down on his calves. I brought him to my chest; his dick had not gone entirely flaccid and was asking for care. He scooted down, raised his butt and slowly impaled himself on my cock, starting pulling himself up and down on my dick. I groaned when I felt his guts gripping my cock. He licked and sucked my nipples and my chest. My hand went to his throbbing dick and I started stroking it furiously, as my orgasm approached. I was too excited; so, in a couple of minutes, he tilted his beautiful head back with sweat on his forehead. This time he did not fell onto the floor, but as I arched my hips up, we both held our breathing and, in unison, we groaned loudly. He fell on my chest gasping and breathing heavily, my cock inside his bum. We remained quiet probably for five minutes; from time to time, I kissed his hair and rubbed his back. "I love you, Uncle John. Are you satisfied?" He asked me." "Yes for the moment." He grinned. "I'll show you something." He moved out from me, my cock near slim came out from his bum. He went to the nightstand and brought a notebook. It was an old Diary written by his dad during his youth. "Francis, we should not read this notebook, it is private, and your dad will be upset." "Well, I don't think so. This is the last part and probably not so interesting as the first one." "Did you read the first part?" "No, he gave it to Uncle Jim; probably he'll bring it before he departs for France. This shows how my grandpa took him and his best friend Bill to fuck for the first time to a whorehouse." "It must be interesting. Let's me see it." I could not stop my curiosity to read that passage of Tomas life. We sat together and started reading. However, it was clear that we could not understand it without reading the previous book. I knew if Jim had read it, probably Frankie had too, so I mentally grabbed all this text in my memory in order to ask Frankie about it. We were facing each other and Francis said: "Dad liked a lot to fuck with Bill when they were at the school in the city; I know it because I heard him telling mom something about. I could not hear much, only references, but she laughed hearing it. Uncle John, I am hard again. Can we do something before we sleep?" I looked into those pools of blue skies; I could not deny him anything; he possessed my soul and my will. For an answer, I kissed him tenderly again. "Francis, do you know you are the prettiest boy in the world for me?" He grinned satisfied and sighed; he really was an angel and I was mad about him; however, he did not wait for me to decide what to do. He started nibbling my nipples, and then my navel. In a moment, he turned and I found his lovely bum and thick dick in front of my nose. I felt how he had engulfed my cock in his mouth and was sucking it enthusiastically. Once more, I opened my lips and took the tip of his cock, dragging back its foreskin with my tongue and lips. This time we spent several minutes of ecstasies until the point of no return arrived. I arched my hips and he pushed down his, he near gagged me. I heard his moaning just a couple of seconds before I received that lovely spasm in my body. When his dick started softening, I took it off from my mouth, since I was breathing thru my nose and I needed more air. He slid to his side returning to normal position, face to face. My god, he was so beautiful...! "Thank you, Uncle John. I have enjoyed it a lot. It is wonderful to suck your cock. It is bigger than mine is, and I like it. It is hot and tender at the same time." "Let's sleep." I missed a lot my Frankie. I loved Francis, his sweetness, his hair, everything of him; however, Frankie was my lover, my best friend, nothing to compare with. I needed him as much as he needed me; so next day, as soon as we met at the school I squeezed his hand under our desk, he placed his palm on my bare thigh and I trembled only with this contact. I noticed how my dick started to engorge, forming a tent on my shorts. I could notice the same in his; we gazed each other, grinned and understood to get an end of our contacts; so we took our hands off and our dicks returned to the original position. When the break came, as usual, we ran to the little forest, and once in our hideout, we kissed shortly but passionately as if a century had elapsed since the last time we met. I did not see Jim the rest of the week, he probably was learning as much French as he could. "I miss you a lot John, I would like to be with you all the time. You are in my dreams and in my fantasies." I grinned because those were my thoughts about my beautiful friend. "Frankie, only to hear you my soul jumps in joy. I shivered when you put your hand on my thigh and my dick got very hard." He smiled at me and quickly he pecked my lips as we heard the twins and Francis approaching. We peed and sat down on a flat rock. "John, I have known a lovely story about our families, I want to share with you, but alone, so in the next sleepover we can talk about it, besides something else." He stressed the words grinning naughtily. "I have read the last part, so we can complete it." I grabbed his hand and we smiled. "By the way, when are you moving to your new house?" I asked. "My dad said probably at the end of next week. It is a pity because we will have rooms enough for all three of us, Jim, you and me. I had planned a joint sleepover; however, he is leaving the day after tomorrow and won't be able to enjoy the new house until he comes on holidays." Francis heard the last words. "Uncle Frankie, would you invite me to some sleepovers, too?" "Of course, I'll do my beautiful nephew." Francis smiled and jabbed Frankie. We heard the bell calling us to enter the classroom; yet, Frankie retained me some seconds and we gave a peck on the lips. We were in love and took any opportunity to enjoy it. "I would like to go to the farm, but I want to be with Jim during his last days." "I understand my sweet friend." He grinned with the new name. "We'll have all the time to be together. Tomorrow I'll see him to say goodbye." "We'll go to the farm in the new car. He wants to say goodbye to all the family, so you don't need to see him. On the other hand, tomorrow will be a special day and I will miss the school. I want to be with him as much as possible. "I understand. Thanks for telling me, anyway." That was the end of that special week for us. As Frankie said the following day, after lunch, Jim and his family came to the farm. It was a sad afternoon. We forgot our mutual caresses and some tears came out when we hugged. Jim could not stand when he hugged his brother Tomas; he had been much attached to him during the past three years and was too emotional in those moments, nevertheless, that finished and they left with their hearts broken. When I hugged him, he said in my ears. "John, look after Frankie, he is a good boy and adores you." Tears dribbled down my cheeks. I could not resist the emotion and ran to my room to sob quietly. That evening was the last one before Jim's departure. He did not need to prepare any heavy luggage, only a few clothes since the school had already prepared all he might need during his stay in France; only Frank prepared his suitcase for his journey to Orleans. That night they went early to bed. Both brothers got naked as usual and went under the covers, face to face. Both were sobbing in silence, they hugged tenderly. Then Frankie said: "Jim, would you like to make some sex? I am ready and want to please you as much as possible. I want you to carry all my best in your heart." Jim tears dribbled down to his own mouth, as he was looking at his brother. "No Frankie. Tonight I only want to watch your beautiful face; I want to grab in my mind to the most little point of you, my brother." They hugged again. Frankie cuddled himself in his brother's chest, his bum tight to his brother now flaccid dick. They were very close. Jim kissed Frankie's neck and said good nights. He put the lights off and drifted to sleep. He felt for a long time his brother's tear wetness, as he also got asleep. At the dawn, he heard Jim gasps and his throbbing dick fucking his thighs; Jim was dreaming. He placed his legs very tight in order to give his brother as much pleasure as he could. Jim continued shoving his cock; he felt his dickhead against his ball sack, it made him hard. Frankie grabbed his own cock and started stroking it at the same pace than his brother was fucking his legs. Soon their breaths stopped as Frankie reached his climax and he felt the warm wetness of his brother's semen between his legs. Jim even got him closer than before. Frankie did not move, still wondering if Jim was asleep or not. He did not want to get up and disturb his big brother, so with his hand, he extended all Jim's semen along his legs, so no a single drop fell on the sheets. They got up early, all were sad and in silence, no one wanting to disturb the others, then their mom said: "Well boys, this is not a funeral and Jim doesn't go to the war." She was trying to look stronger than she really was; she had not ever been separated from any of her children and her heart was suffering that moment as ever before. Frankie also wanted to look stronger, but he knew that at the moment to hug his brother he would collapse; "if I had John with me it would have been different"; he thought. They put the luggage in the little car and left for the rail station. They checked in, and near the boarding wagon, Jim and his mom hugged tenderly, both trying to remain strong. The problem arrived when both brothers hugged; Frankie as a little boy could not resist his tears as his body got into uncontrollable spasms. "Please Frankie, I, I, I love you," Frankie said nothing; he kissed his brother and ran outside the platforms area, near the canteen. He did not want anybody to see him crying, so he sat down on a marble bench in a corner of the station garden. Ten minutes later, he felt an arm on his shoulders. "Let's go home, son." His mom said. She drove back home, once in there, Frankie ran to his room and jumped onto the bed. He sobbed in silence to release his tension, and a few minutes later, he was asleep. His mom locked the main door and did as her son; she was tired and needed to rest, now that her elder son and her husband were far from her for the first time in their lives. She never thought that would have been so hurtful. Jim found the love that would mark his life from that point on; he was very lucky as most of the good persons are. However, that is in his story that starts where this chapter ends. NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I have written Jim's life story separately as "Jim and Francis". Readers can find it in the same section of Nifty's archive. From now on, we will make in this story only references to him, so we avoid unnecessary explanations Chapter 21 -------------- Once Jim left us, Frankie was terribly sad, I made all efforts to console him and his parents; however, the letters from Jim filled us with happiness, and life returned almost normal. We helped to move to the new house, especially Francis and myself, so last week Frank invited the family to a little feast in the new house. We wanted to spend the night together; however, we postponed it until they had settled down. Little Francis was much closer to us and I would have liked he was with us, but Frankie argued that this was our first sleepover in the new house and he wanted only me. I will tell how it was. As usual, we met in the little forest. I loved Frankie more than ever before, and he felt the same about me. I faced him and instinctively we hugged tenderly. "I miss you a lot John; I want you to come to my house for a sleepover tomorrow. Please bring your bike and we will run everywhere together. It is a little chilly but is nothing for a strong boy like you." Frankie said smiling." "You know I miss you a lot Frankie, I have been dreaming about this moment that you invited me to your house. I know you have been very sad because of Jim, but it seems he is happy in the new school." "I would like to pet you right now my lovely John, but Francis is coming. Please help me to console him, the following weekend we'll be all three together, but this one I want you alone for me." "What's going on?" Our beautiful blond nephew asked. Then I said: "Francis, as I have helped to clean the house, Frankie has invited me for a sleepover in the new house; however, the following weekend will be your turn." He looked at us and smiled at both. "I understand; we cannot be together all three, we would make too much noise." We laughed at the solution provided by our beautiful nephew. Then I added: "Francis, you may need some help with your homework tonight... you know?" He understood and grinned slyly. "Sure I'll need some help. I'll ask grandma to allow me to sleep with you tonight." We heard the bell ringing to enter into class again. We ran and happily sat down for the rest of the day. It was nearly dark when we returned to the farm. I had a shower and sat down in the living room in front of the fire, waiting for my dad to arrive. I heard the door to open and I rushed there, however, it was Francis; he beamed watching me in my white gown that was open; I was naked but I did not realise it was open. He ran to the kitchen and kissed mom, asking her permission to sleep with me to finish his homework. Mom could not deny him anything, like most of us. He was so gorgeous...! "Does your mom know it?" "Yes. I have showered and even I took my pyjama with me." "Okay, but don't be too noisy, you little rascals. We laughed and went upstairs. As soon as we entered my room, he put his notebook on one chair and hanged from my neck, kissing me softly." "I'm devoted to you, Uncle John. I can't love anyone more than to you." Without letting me answer he embraced me, slipping his hand to my crotch and grabbing my hard dick." "Please, my cute Francis, let's stop, grandpa is coming in a moment and I like to receive him; besides, we have all night." "Okay." We wore our pyjamas and went downstairs; a couple of minutes later my dad arrived. After he showered, we had dinner and sat down on the large sofa, one on each side of him. We chatted just passing the time, and then we decide to go to my room. We said good nights to dad and mom and rushed to my room. As soon as we entered, I locked the door. Francis knew what we wanted, so he started to undress; nevertheless, I said: "Francis, stop, don't get undressed." He looked at me in surprise but I added, "I want to do it myself." He gave me his best smile as I approached him. I stood in front of him and I could not help but kiss him passionately. He was so beautiful that I melted in love; I could not resist the temptation of touching those red lips that made me mad. "Why do I adore you so much, my beautiful blond?" He sighed and smiled at me. "You are the most wonderful uncle of the world; that's why you like me." I noticed the tent formed in his pyjama, so I rubbed his erected cock and he moaned in pleasure. I kneeled in front of him and dragged his trousers down, popping up his hard and thick cock; too thick for his age. He stepped out of them. He was gasping and his body trembled with my touch. Need not to say what we did; much the same as the last time; though with some variants. My only goal was to give pleasure to that angel. "Did you enjoy it, my angel?" For an answer, he reached my neck and hugged me. "Uncle John, that was super, better than anything before." "Please, unlock the door and let me know your doubts about your work." He unlocked the door and brought me a notebook. "I haven't any homework; I just wanted you to read this." I was shocked. It was the first part of his dad's diary. "Francis, this is private and it is supposed we should not read it without his permission." "I know it, but if my dad gave it to Uncle Jim to read, I feel am right to do it since I'm his son." "Well, that is a particular opinion that I don't share." I looked at those pieces of sky that I cared and I could not resist them, besides I also wanted to read it. "Okay, we'll read it, but you must promise me to replace it tomorrow before your dad returns, and no one must know we read it, is it clear? He smiled wickedly. "Yes, I promise." We started reading the handwriting notebook; soon we could not resist some tears rolling down our cheeks as we read Tomas' misadventures that he had already explained in previous chapters to his wife, my sister Rosemary; however, everything changed when we got to the part where Tomas tells about his sexual relationships. We were engulfed reading and did not notice how my parents peeked thru the door. "Good nights, boys. Don't be too late going to drift to sleep." "Thanks, dad. Good nights." We continued our reading and I could notice how Francis rubbed his erected dick as I was doing the same. We finished the reading. Francis knew what was coming next, so he closed the door and got naked. I followed him. "It was fantastic, wasn't it? I worship my grandpa Frank; he was very brave. "Yes, it is true." "I would like to make an oath to Mother Nature as my dad did." "Me too, however, we must wait until we expel semen, I'm sure that Frankie also would do." "I'll tell you what we can do. When you and Frankie become little men, we can carry out the ceremony all three together; I will be your witness. When I mature, we will again celebrate the ceremony, and then you both will be my witnesses. Do you agree?" "Oh yes. We'll tell it to Frankie." "We also can tell it to the twins." "Yes; why not? However, you cannot tell them where we learn it from." "We can tell them we read in a history book." "Good idea. Now keep it on my nightstand until tomorrow." Francis took the thick notebook and as he turned, I could observe his beautiful rounded butt cheeks; my mouth drooled thinking on him. I got up and grabbed him from behind, nibbling him on his neck, massaging his buttocks with one hand and his prick with the other. He sighed and smiled. "You like my butt, don't you?" "Yes, a lot." In a quick move, he separated from me. "If you like it you must catch me before." He smiled wickedly, I jumped to catch him but he started running from one side to other of the room, our pricks erected and dangling as we ran. Finally, I got him on the bed and I pinned him down in his tummy. I started licking and kissing him, my cock now pressing his crack. When he noticed my cock on his butt, he stopped moving. "Please, Uncle John, put your dick on my hole. I like it very much." I spate some saliva from my drooling mouth, however, I knew it was not enough and I would hurt him if I penetrate him so dry. "I would like to do it right now, but I don't want to hurt you." "I don't mind." He turned over and enlarging his arms, he grabbed my head and started caressing me. We were excited, so I turned and took a 69 position. I could not wait anymore. I engulfed his hard dick and started sucking him enthusiastically. He did the same to me as a wild little kitten. Soon our orgasms hit us at the same time, nevertheless, we continue sucking one another until our cocks lost their rigidity, but still erect. I returned to my original position and lay near him. He was so beautiful...! I kissed him gently. "I adore you, my beautiful Angel." "I worship you too, Uncle John. You are so good...! Now that we are a little bit satiated, let's fuck." "Okay. How do you prefer it?" "Well, I like more when we can see each other. I like watching you when you get a great feeling." "I do like the same." We did it to each other. I woke up 9:00 and I got up; I was not lazy and I liked to get up as soon as I woke. Francis was still asleep; I glanced at him happily dreaming with a beautiful smile on his white face. I gave a peck to him on the lips and I got dressed. After a quick shower, I got down for breakfast, and to do some of my chores, such as to provide wood for the fireplace and help mom to clean the living room. "Is Francis still asleep?" She asked me. "Yes, he is a heavy sleeper and I didn't want to wake him up; he has nothing urgent to do today." My dad came and we all three had our breakfast together. I was anxiously waiting for Frankie to come, so I placed a record to hear some music and started reading some comics. It was chilly and overcast outside and I did not want to go out. The twins surely were still in bed and I did not like to play with girls. At 10:30 I watched Frankie approaching, he was early because I expected him an hour later. My heart jumped with joy; suddenly the day seemed clear and sunny instead of chilly and cloudy. I rushed to meet him. As soon as he saw me, he left the bike on the floor and we hugged very tight. I did not kiss him because I knew everybody was watching us thru the windows. I whispered in his ear: "I have missed you, Frankie." "I missed you, too and could not wait until 11:00." He picked up his bike with his right hand and gave me his left one; we walked happily to my house. We entered and he greeted mom and dad; mom then said: "I think it is time for Francis to get up. Please, boys, go upstairs, and get the blond up." "Yes, mom." Hand in hand with rushed to my room; but as soon as we entered, Frankie dragged me into his arms and we joined our mouths, first tenderly and them passionately. "I needed this John. I have missed you a lot." "Me too; Frankie." We did it again and I noticed how our dicks started getting hard. "Shall we suck?" Frankie pointed to Francis still asleep. "We need to wake him up." "Okay, lock the door; we'll do him an especial awakening." "I suppose you had some fun last night, didn't you?" "Yes, we did." "I want to enjoy his beautiful lips." "Right, I'll kiss him first and then I'll take care of his dick." We quickly got naked waist down, except our socks and dragged down the covers; Francis was hard, probably due to his full bladder. I started caressing him while Frankie had his cock in his mouth; these two actions together woke Francis up. He looked at me in surprise, he smiled and said nothing; I motioned Frankie to trade our positions. He then straddled Francis, their dicks together grinding. Their lips met and their tongues swirled inside passionately. I started kneading Frankie's buttocks running my tongue thru his butt crack. He did not expect this and moaned with pleasure. Francis reached Frankie's hips and pulled him to his chest until he got Frankie's dick in his mouth. Now Francis cock was available for me, so I took it into my mouth and started sucking it, at the same time jerking mine off. Frankie was caressing Francis' hair and soon he took his head to his crotch as he was near his climax. I noticed how Francis raised his hips and his dick went inside my mouth, near my throat. All three were breathing hard, the first to come was Frankie; he tilted his head back and moaned loudly as he received the best orgasm of the week. A few seconds later Francis followed him, and I was the last one to receive the great feeling. Frankie was on top of Francis and I lay near him. When we recovered, we started making ticklish to the blond boy. "That was the best wakening up of my life," Francis said after we stopped ticklish. We laughed happily. "Come on, Francis; get ready, lazy. We'll wait for you in your home." We got dressed, combed our hair and went down. "Mom, Francis will be here in a minute." We rushed outside hand in hand; we went to my sister Rosemary's home. She, as usually received us with a great hug. She then said: "Here we are the most beautiful boys of the village." We blushed, but I said: "Perhaps in part you are right, but the most beautiful boy in the whole country is little Francis." Little Joan heard us, he was playing in the next room, he said: "What about me, am I ugly? My grandpa says I'm the most beautiful boy in the world." We laughed. Frankie opened his arms and hugged him, saying. "You are right; you are the loveliest angel in the heaven and in the world." Little Joan grinned satisfied and hugged his uncle Frankie. His dad heard all the fuss and came to greet us, especially to his brother. At that moment, I could see how little Francis sneaked behind us to his dad's room to replace his diary; then he joined us as he just had arrived; no one, except me, noticed his move. We spent a pleasant day; we rode our bikes thru all farm. After lunch, boys, girls and some adults played soccer, forming two teams, the twins were the goalkeepers. Near the sunset, we left the farm to Frankie's new home; we rode on our bikes thru the village streets and enjoyed being together. When nightfall came, we entered and left the bikes in the backyard. We had dinner, washed up all the dishes and cleaned the kitchen. We sat on the living room with Frank; his wife felt tired and soon she went to bed, Frankie then said to his dad: "Dad, we know you were a Don Juan before you married mom, we suppose you had some funny encounters, please tell us some of them; we are old enough." Frank looked at us, he tussled our hairs saying: "Now that this is far away I laugh, however, in those moments it was not so funny. I'll show you something." He unbuckled his trousers and dragged them down so we could see part of his buttocks. "Can you see those little scars?" Frankie touched his dad hairy butt and showed me. "Yes, there are many, but one is like a fingernail." He replaced his trousers, put some wood on the fire and smiled. He started his short story. "There was a lovely woman that I knew she liked me. I used to have my spies amongst the girls that I fucked, and one of them told me about her. I met her at a girl friend's home, we and caressed each other and we arranged to meet at her house. She was a married young woman, so I had to be very careful, however, she told me her husband normally was out drinking wine all Friday night; she had no children, so we agreed to meet in two weeks time. As a good military, I went to observe the battlefield and a possible escape in case of an emergency. Therefore, the agreed day I knocked on the door, she opened and soon we were on her bed fucking as hot animals. She told me she liked me and that her husband did not fuck her enough. You are still too young, but in the future, when you get married, you must learn to satisfy your woman before you leave your home, otherwise, someone else will do it for you." We laughed, but time would demonstrate how right he was, not only with our wives; but also almost with every woman. He continued. "As I was telling you, we fucked and she moaned very loudly when she got her orgasms; probably a neighbour heard our noise and told her husband. He caught us on the spot, as we heard her husband pushing the door. "It is my husband!" She told me. "Shit, what can I do?" "Thru the window", she said. In seconds, I got my clothes and jumped thru the window. It was winter and a cold night, nevertheless, for me, it was the hottest night of the year." We laughed again as he continued: "I had prepared the battlefield, but I did not have any gun, but her husband was a hunter, so when he saw the window open, before anything, he took his gun and shot twice before spanking his wife. Fortunately, not a bullet but ballets reached my butt. I run as fast as I could until I felt safe. I touched my backside and I could observe I was bleeding; however, I did not feel any grave wound, so I got dressed waist up and I walked thru the riverbank all night. It was close to dawn when I reached your farm and asked for help from your parents." "They laughed a lot when I told them what had happened; they cured me, but as soon as the day came, I went to a doctor friend of mine, and he extracted all ballets from my butt cheeks. I was two weeks without sitting due to the pain. From that day I banned married women from my agenda." Again, we laughed loudly. Chapter 22 -------------- We decided it was time for bed, so we went upstairs. We entered Frankie's room, and he locked the door. Before I could make a further step, he grabbed me by my back and kissed me. I responded in the same manner. We quickly started undressing tossing our clothes on a chair; when we were naked we entwined our hands, looked one another for a few seconds as our pricks were getting hard; soon we hugged very tight pushing our crotches together. I slid my hand down and grabbed his erected cock, he moaned as he did the same to me. Our tongues met inside our mouths. Frankie then said: "John, I have missed you a lot, all nights I had to jerk off only thinking on this moment." "The same as I did. Fortunately, I have Francis with me, but you are different, Frankie. "Let's go to the bed, we will be more comfortable." We climbed onto the bed and again our mouths joined during some minutes. I liked to enjoy our early sexuality slowly. "I want to suck you, John." "Me too; I like to feel your dick in my mouth. Let's make it a 69." Soon we were engaged in a mutual sucking. He was on top of me, however, straddling my head so his weight was not on me. I enlarged my hands and pushed down his butt and I got his whole dick into my mouth. I liked the flavour of his clean body. In fact, we mutually enjoyed a lot having slowly fun together. Some minutes later our first climax of the night arrived. I arched my hips and he pushed down his, near gagging me. I felt how his dick engorged as maximum as he pushed it to near my throat. We stopped breathing and a mute groan came thru our noses. He collapsed on top of me, his head between my legs, but without leaving my cock until it got flaccid. He scooted up and lay near me. We gently caressed for a few minutes, and then we kept silence, only looking at each other and mutually stroked our bodies. We were two boys in love. "John, did you notice our niece breasts when we were playing soccer?" "Oh, yes; it must be great to touch them, they are as little oranges, I like them; unfortunately we cannot have either hers or somebody else." "What's about your other nieces, the older ones?" "All of them have even more beautiful and bigger tits. They must taste better than your dick, Frankie." We laughed and I touched Frankie's dick that was as hard as mine was. "We must fuck a girl as soon as we can, as Jim did." "Oh yes, your cock has started to grow with this. However, since we don't have any pussy available, we must fuck each other or somebody else." He then took my cock in his hand and started slowly jerking it off. Stimulated by our hands, our tongues initiated their work. I turned over him and he turned over me, we rolled from one side to the other, sucking our nipples, ears and any part available. We were now very excited. "Let's fuck, John. I know that we don't much like to be fucked, but it is what we have." "Frankie, there isn't any other butt more beautiful than yours; I enjoy to touch and caress it." With this, I started kneading his lovely white globes and he did the same to mine. "I'll tell what we can do. We will do again a 69, the first to cum the first to be fucked." "That's not fair, because I love you more than you do me." He said with a sly smile. I jumped on top of him and started tickling him. He laughed and laughed. As I did not stop, he then said: "Please, please, stop. Okay, you can fuck me first because I know I'll lose, anyway." I kissed him, first tenderly and in a minute, passionately. Frankie separated from me and I could watch his beautiful dick erected as a rock as he searched in a box in his wardrobe. He came with a device like a pear, made from rubber with a fine tube at the end. Parents use it for oedemas on the children. It surprised me. "What's that for?" I asked. "With this we'll lube our arses without any problem, using olive oil." All of a sudden, he stopped, placed his hands around my face cheeks and then with the back of his hand rubbed gently my face and kissed my hair tuft. Then he added, "John I like fucking someone but I enjoy more caressing you. After all, we have already made sex. Let's be quiet as long as we wish." I understood him because he was expressing what I had in my mind. Sex was something added, but love came deep from our souls. "I think you are right, Frankie. I was thinking the same." He smiled. We lay on the bed, our legs crossed, our crotches stacked. Our bodies melted as one. We started caressing each other tenderly, without saying anything. After about ten minutes, Frankie ruffled my hair saying: "John, I like your tuft." He kissed it; then he continued. "I adore your forehead; your eyes; your beautiful freckles." Whenever he mentioned a part of my body, he kissed it. His caresses started affecting my dick that started getting very hard as he continued: "Your snub nose." I thought he would continue with my mouth, but he skipped it. As he smiled, I noticed he also was hard and I started gasping. "Your chin; your erected nipples." He sucked one after the other with the tip of his tongue. Then he returned to my face. "However, what I more like is your red and thick lips." Saying this he put his lips on mine and we joined our mouths desperately; our crotches grinding; I felt how a new climax was building deep inside my loins, then gasping I said. "Frankie, I'll cum in a minute if we continue like this." Then he tenderly separated from me. He went on top of me and I felt his hardness against mine. We started grinding our crotches and in a couple of minutes, we were gasping. Soon I felt a great and sweet feeling coming to my dick. I noticed how he tensed and we stopped breathing. Soon we groaned in ecstasies as we reached the seventh cloud with our dry orgasms. We remained quiet for a few minutes meanwhile we were recovering from our climaxes. "For me, you are the most wonderful boy I ever watched." "If you say I'm beautiful probably it is true, but you, John, are the most handsome boy in the Earth." Beauty can change with the time, but you will always be handsome, John." Our dads are not beautiful now, their beauty went away with the time; but they are very handsome men. They still love each other as they used to do when they were children, as we are now. That what I want from you, my lover." "I'll never stop loving you, Frankie. We'll grow up, and I presume we'll much like to have sex with girls than doing to each other, like now; however, still I'll worship you," I said that with all my heart and he understood it because he kissed me as tenderly as I had never seen in his eyes before. "John, you'll never know how much I like you." He barely could speak. "I want to enjoy and prolong this moment as long as possible." He was so pretty... "I adore you too, Frankie, and I'll do forever." He smiled and returned my caresses. Then we decide to sleep. I managed to grab the bed covers over our naked bodies; half a minute later, we were hard asleep. We were not lazy boys; we used to get up early to do our chores and to go to school, however, due to our sexual interactions and the warmth of being together in the same bed, our sleep lasted ten hours; it was 9:00 when I woke up. My dick was hard due to my bladder full of pee; I got out of the bed and went to urinate. The silence was absolute in the house; Frankie's parents used to stay in bed late on Sundays, however, it was not normal than my friend still were asleep. I returned happily once my bladder was empty and I could watch Frankie's beauty. His large and curved eyelashes, his still rounded face, thick red lips... He truly was a beautiful boy, and I had a crutch on him. He was now sleeping on his back and I could observe the tent formed by his stiff cock. Mine started to get hard, so I dragged the covers until I discovered that lovely pole. I kneeled beside him; wrapped my hand around his dick, and I could not help but put it into my mouth. I started slowly sucking it, still the lovely salty cum flavour on his dickhead; however, mine was hard, but before I got my left hand on it to jack off myself, I notice how two strong arms grabbed me from my waist, pulling my crotch on top of his face. Soon I felt how Frankie sucked me excitedly as I did to him. We did not talk, but a few minutes later, we were moaning with pleasure, speeding up our sucking until that joyful morning feeling hit him, and half a minute later, to me. I rested my head on his right loin and continued sucking him until his dick was almost flaccid; mine, of course, was lifeless. "Good morning John. It is a beautiful way of wakening up." In returned to his side and caressed him tenderly. "Good morning, Frankie." I continued caressing him. "I must make pee and have some breakfast. Aren't you hungry?" "Yes, I am." "Okay, I'll pee, and then we'll make the bed and go downstairs for breakfast." Still stark naked we made the bed and dashed to the kitchen with our pyjamas on hand. "Can we stay naked? "There is not any problem; however, it is still chilly." He took a large pot full of milk and placed it on the fire to heat, while we had a quick shower and combed our hair in the bathroom. He took a large piece of bread and made some slices that put on the fire; once they were roasted, we had two large bowls of milk with toasts. "Would you like butter or oil? He asked me. "Oil, please." He slyly smiled saying: "You are too fond of oil." We laughed as we reeled back our mutual sex activities. We finished our huge breakfast after repeating toasts and milk; then he prepared two trays with bowls. An hour later, we heard a noise upstairs, so he made fresh toasts and hot milk with coffee; we put on our pyjamas and carried one tray each. He knocked on his parents' door. "Come in, waiters!" It was Frank's voice. We entered, I placed my tray near him, and Frankie did to his mom. We greeted and kissed them. "Did you have a good night?" We blushed because we understood he knew what our relationship was. He winked an eye at us. "I see you did." Again, we blushed and grinned. Then Frankie in a whisper asked his dad: "Dad, can we remain naked while we do our tasks?" "There is not any problem, however, you must keep an eye on your mother so she doesn't see you; she's a little bit old..." I saw Frankie smiling." "Let's go John; we have a lot to do." We dashed away, and as soon as we were on the stairs, we got naked and happy. We washed up all kitchen dirty appliances; then we distributed the tasks: I swept and he cleaned; when we crossed each other I gave a whack on Frankie's lovely bum, he did the same to me; we laughed every moment we did. We had a good time cleaning so that we did not feel the time that we spent on our work. We finished and Frankie went upstairs. He knocked on the door and Frank answered: "Yes, Frankie." Frankie without opening the door said: "Dad, we have finished our tasks; can we go out?" "Of course you can. Which are your plans, boys?" "Well, we will take the bikes, have a ride in the village, and then we'll go to the farm. John asked me to lunch in there, I'll return before nightfall." "That looks okay and fair; please tell your godfather that we'll have coffee with them this afternoon." "Okay Frank, my dad will be very happy to know it." Frankie gave me a nice squeeze on my butt cheeks that made me sigh. "We'll see you later." With that, we entered Frankie's room, got dressed, and took the bikes. In a few minutes, we were pedalling along the village streets. When people started coming out of the church after the Sunday mass, we were just outside watching all the girls and boys coming out. Frankie pointed out to two girls, one blonde-haired, and another with brown hair and lovely large eyes. We were popular amongst girls because our bikes and Frankie's cute face; he attracted them as flies do the honey. The blonde-haired came to me; she seemed was not shy at all. Both were of our age, however, as it is normal in Spain, an eleven y/o girl had now little sprouts coming out her chest and these two were not an exception; little mandarins seemed to be under their cardigans. Then she said: "Hi, boys, you have beautiful bikes." Frankie looked at them: "You are more beautiful than the bikes." The blonde girl blushed and looking at me, she said: "Can you give us a ride?" "Of course, we can. Where do you want to go?" "First let's walk." The blond girl said as she continued: "I don't want anyone going to tell my mom that I'm with a boy on his bike." We walked until all people were off sight; then the girl sat on the bar of my bike, and the other girl on Frankie's. I felt her near yellow hair on my face and her smooth cheeks near mine, her right ear near my mouth. I could see her little breasts pushing her yellow cardigan; trying to observe them closely, my cheeks touched hers; she blushed and moved out a little her face. Then she said: "John, you are too close." "I like you, Helen, and I would like to be nearer you, not only on the bike. She said nothing but grinned, and then I kissed her pink cheek. I noticed how she moved on the bar, she was trying to tell me something, but my lips were near her cheek. She turned her head and my lips touched hers, giving her a quick peck. I noticed how she blushed and her arms trembled. After a few minutes of silence, she said: "Please John, stop here; I don't want my family to see me on a bike with a boy." She was not upset at all. I stopped and she offloaded herself, as the other girl did the same, then I asked her: "Helen, can we see you next Sunday?" She stared at me, as I dared to touch her hand; she did not move but got red again. "I don't know, you come, but not with the bikes." Then the two girls ran away leaving us standing there. We rode again and started pedalling to the farm; when we were near the main gate, I asked Frankie: "What did you do?" "I kissed her on her neck, she laughed and liked it. And you?" "I kissed her twice, one quick on the lips... She has lovely sparkling light brown eyes in spite of being blond, however, not as blond as our niece Nuria." "I didn't see you kissing her." "You were too engaged with your girl. Did you notice their little sprouts?" "Oh yes! It must be marvellous to touch them, she had so a smooth skin... It is more or less like yours, John." I looked at his face and placed his hand on mine. "I know, but yours is still smoother; the difference is that their skin will continue like that forever; ours will become different within a few years." "Never mind, I'll continue loving you." I looked at him and I did not kiss him because we were now nearly my house and mom was waving us. We spent the rest of the morning together with Francis and the twins. Little Joan joined us and ran to Frankie's arms. We had lunch in my house with all the family together as every Sunday. At 4:00 pm, Frankie's parents arrived; my dad hugged his friend and after they had coffee went for a walk to the barn. I winked Frankie and we dashed away from the rest of the children. We ran, entering the barn; we hid just in time as they entered. We could see how my dad kissed his friend tenderly on the lips, they hugged, and Frank said: "Michael, I think history is being repeated." "Yes, I have noticed that. I am proud of Frankie and John and they are following the same steps as we did a very long time ago. Then I told you I would love you forever and still, when I see you, my heart jump with joy." "Yes, it is true, my friend. Let's come back to the house." They put their arms on their shoulders and exited the barn. I felt terribly happy; I stared at Frankie and impulsively we hugged and kissed for a long time. Our dicks were hard, so I dragged his shorts down and I started sucking him; he did the same to me. Some minutes later, we walked to the house with our arms over our shoulders as our dads had done. Chapter 23 -------------- How was our life on the farm and at school? Well, we missed a lot Jim, but we soon were used to his absence. His every week letter made all of us happy, but one of them was special, the one he wrote from Paris describing us about the tart. It was noon and I sat down hearing one of the new "zarzuela" that my dad had bought for me, he liked introducing me into the classical music, and he was getting into it because I liked it. I heard Frankie bike as he always used to ring it when he entered thru the main gate. I jumped in joy because I did not expect him until the afternoon. He left the bike outside and entered, he looked at me and around us, and I knew what was looking at: "Don't worry; she is in the backyard feeding the animals." He took me in his arms and kissed me passionately, I could notice his hard dick tenting his shorts. "Come on; let's go to your room." I stopped him very excited. "You should greet mom before..." "Yes, you are right." He left and went to the backyard. In two minutes, he was back and taking my hand, he insisted: "Come on, let's go upstairs." I obeyed intrigued and as soon as we crossed the door, he locked it. He pushed me onto the bed, dragged my shorts and underwear to my calves, and started impatiently sucking my dick. With his left hand, he had unzipped his fly and was masturbating his rigid dick. I started moaning because I liked his sucking more than anything; however, I still was curious why he was so excited. "What's up, Frankie? You are so excited in a lovely way..." He stopped sucking me, gave a peck, and extracting a letter from his pocket, said: "It is from Jim, please read the second sheet, later you can read the rest. I have beaten my meat three times since I read it, and now I need again a good release that I only get from you." He continued sucking me and as I read the page with the tart description, I was even harder than he was. I took off all my clothes and he did the same. We looked like wild and mad animals; a couple of minutes later we were moaning loudly, our bodies tensed and we enjoyed once more our orgasms. However, as I finished reading the letter, again we were even harder than before. In summary, Jim described: ""We had ordered a tart for four and Françoise didn't know which my idea was, so he said: "I suppose you have an idea for the tart, if not, I have one." I smiled and answered him. "Yes, I have. Let us go to the main bathroom into the rounded tub. I took a knife and made two halves and laughing I took the tart to the bathroom followed by Françoise that still did not exactly know what I wanted to do. Thinking what was next, our dicks got hard and they were drooling precum; once in the large tub I said, "I like tart a lot, however, I like you best; I would like to eat you in a bite." I kissed Françoise passionately and continued: "I'll spread the tart over you and I'll eat it by licking from your body, the last bite, as it is the best, will be that on your dick; you can do the same on me." Françoise grinned satisfied and said that was his idea, too. "Who will start?" He asked. "Both at the same time, until the pie is stick to our bodies." We laughed because we guessed the fun that would be involved in the play. We started spreading the tart on each other until the white cream covered our bodies. We looked at each other on the large mirror and laughed making grimaces and motions as if we were ghosts. We ran along the room one after the other laughing until we returned to the large bathtub. I took Françoise to the floor as we started licking and sucking each other everywhere, face, nipples, neck, butt... We rolled one on top of the other until we could not stop. Our contacts developed into frenzy need to ejaculate our inner cream. We got into a 69 position, eagerly, took each other balls inside our mouths, and finally the glorious moments when we took each other cock to suck it as the last bite. After near an hour having fun, only a couple of minutes took us to explode with our climax, with a long scream as we started spurting our seeds inside each other's mouth. We were breathing like mad to recover our strength after such an exercise, remaining for more than ten minutes lying on our positions. I moved and lay near Françoise, kissing him softly."" "Please, John, fuck me without any lubricant, my dick is near sore." I did not argue, I raised his legs and spread them widely, then my dick entered his lovely butt. I fucked him hard and when I was close to cum, we traded positions, and he fucked me, at the same time he jacked my dick. Several minutes later we were done; gasping and breathing heavily. We caressed each other tenderly as we lay on the bed. "You will never know how much I like you." I stared at my beautiful friend's face and our lips joined tenderly. "I know it, Frankie, because that's the same as I adore you." Our dicks got flaccid. Only together, we could get rid of our sexual tensions. "Let's dress. I suppose you will sleep here tonight." "Yes, I asked mom and dad, and they consented to it." "Jim and Françoise have spent a whole weekend alone in a luxury hotel in Paris; have walked thru the luxury city hand in hand and had lunch in the Eiffel's Tower; even they met a couple of school pals, also in love...What a wonderful time!" Frankie paused for a moment thinking on his brother. "What can we do to enjoy like they did in Paris? My dick gets hard only thinking about that." "Well, we don't have a tart here and a bathroom near. However, let me think about it. Perhaps we can use a different material. "What about marmalade? My sister Rosemary did a lot of strawberries if we pinch some, sure she wouldn't notice it, however, we had to involve Francis in it." "Why not? I'm sure he will enjoy it greatly." "Then, let's make plans for the next sleepover, the three together. Only thinking about it I'm getting hard again." Soon we were on the carpet sucking each other until a new dry orgasm hit our young bodies. Happier than ever, we arranged our clothes and went downstairs. That night was one of the special ones, my parents had told me that they were going to pay a visit to some friends together with Frankie's parents, they would go at 7:00 pm and be back three hours later, so we had this time for us without any problem of someone disturbing us. We went to fetch little Francis and the twins; some girls also joined us. We played along the afternoon, especially with Nuria, Francis' elder sister; she was more of an independent girl that did not mind what her cousins could tell about her; secretly they called her "macho". Something like a tomboy, because she behaved more like a boy than a girl did. She was the prettiest of all on the farm and she knew it. Every time she had an opportunity, would pose in order we could appreciate her lovely bosom. Frankie and I looked at her breasts as our mouths watered and our dick grew hard. Many boys in the village were mad about her. At 6:00 pm we were tired and dirty; we had a quick shower and an early dinner; mom told us she would leave in the kitchen a large jug of milk and some cakes, as she was sure we would be hungry before we went to sleep. When they were ready to leave, Francis came in. "I'll accompany Frankie and John." He had recently started to call us by our names without adding the word uncle. "I have asked mom and she has told me to be back before 9:00 pm. I have had my dinner." "Okay." Mom said. "But be good boys." As soon as we heard the little pickup leaving, we shut the door and went into my room. Francis started closing the door: "Leave it open, so we can hear anybody entering the house." "What shall we do?" Little Francis asked. I launched myself into Frankie's arms and started caressing him passionately. Francis wanted to participate, so he got naked and started undressing us while we were petting, now on the bed. He knew everything about us, so he went to the nightstand and brought a little bottle with olive oil, he smeared some on his erected dick, parted my butt cheeks and without any previous warning, he pushed his dick into my hole. I moaned because I felt a little discomfort but he was so hot that he did not notice anything. "Hold a second, Francis." He reluctantly went out of me; I motioned Frankie to get a 69 position with me on top. Little Francis smiled, and as soon as I engulfed Frankie's dick in my mouth and he did mine, Frankie returned to his task. We had done nothing since the morning and our young bodies were ready for good sexual activity until our cocks got sore. Francis jammed me and we sucked each other; some minutes later, we were moaning loudly with pleasure. I was the first one to come since I was stimulated on both sides, soon I heard Francis screaming and thrusting me very quickly until he gave a final thrust and fell on top of me breathing hard. In the same moment, my beautiful Frankie raised his hips and pushed my head on his crotch; his moan was not so loud because he still had my dick in his mouth. All three fell on our sides. Frankie and I cuddling Francis still with his little dick inside my butt. Soon we broke our heap and lay on our backs, all dicks erected pointing near to the ceiling. As I was in the middle, I shared caresses from both sides. "What's next?" Francis asked. "Are you in a hurry? Frankie asked. "No with my beautiful uncles near me, but I would like to fuck you after John. Today is my day." "But you'll pay back us, be sure of that." We smiled as he said: "My butt and my mouth are ready; and my dick, too." We again laughed. "Before I fuck you, Frankie, I'll suck your dicks together." We looked at each other amazed. "Together? You have only one mouth." "Yes I know, but your dicks still are very thin and I can cope with both at the same time." Without getting an answer, he said, "Place yourselves in front of each other, as if you were to hug, but sat." As we did, he continued: "Approach each other until your crotches are together. Now lay on your back and cross your legs." As we did, our dicks were touching and our balls stick together. With his right hand, he gripped our cocks and peeled foreskins down, opened his mouth, and engulfed both dicks at the same time. We were astonished; he then placed each hand on one ball sack and started fondling them, at the same time he sucked our meats willingly. We could not do anything but to enjoy our blowjob as never before. I watched his blond long hair touching our loins as our pleasure rose, and rose until we could not bear his tongue. Near at the same time, we raised our hips and groaned loudly as we reached our climaxes. We lay quiet and he continued sucking; when he knew we were well done, he left our dicks. "What do you think now?" "You little evil!" I attracted my cute nephew to me and I started making ticklish to him. Frankie did the same. "Now is your turn to make me happy. I need a quick release." "Hold a minute until we recover," Frankie said. We lay on the bed just fondling and caressing each other. Suddenly something came to my mind. "Let's go downstairs to the bathroom." "Downstairs? What's for?" Francis asked." I winked Frankie and he knew I had something in my mind, so he did not argue. All three naked went into the large bathroom. "I'll be here in one minute." I went to the fireplace and added some logs on the fire so that the house continued being warm. Then, I entered the kitchen, and with a stool, I reached a large port of strawberry marmalade made by mom during the summer, I knew Frankie loved that. They were kissing each other and hot. I took some marmalade with my hand and started spreading it on Francis crotch, belly, dick, neck, butt and upper thighs. He giggled at my touch guessing more or less what was next. "Let's lick all the marmalade from his body. You, Francis, cannot touch yourself, we will do everything. Let's go ahead, Frankie!" "Okay, you do on the roof and I'll do on the foundations." We smiled and immediately I started licking his neck, sucking his earlobes, then his beautiful face, his nose, his cheeks and his chin. Then I went to his mouth at the same time Frankie was sticking his tongue in his butt crack; I shared with him the sweet nectar that he loved, too. I could not stop sucking his tongue but I knew I had to continue. He reluctantly let me go; he was moaning and giggling when I flicked my tongue into his smooth armpits. I continued down and took one of his erected nipples in my lips, sucking it and rubbing with the tip of my tongue; at the same time, Frankie was licking and sucking his lovely rounded butt cheeks. I noticed how excited he was as he breathed and moaned heavily, squirming his body at every touch. "I need to jack off, I can't stand." He said in his pitchy voice. "No, you can't, we can stop if you want." "No, no, please, don't stop." Then Frankie put his tongue in his butt hole, he yelled in delight and could not help but he pushed his dick against my chest as he reached his climax. "Oh! please, please... hold a minute, my knees cannot support me, I must sit down." However, we did not want him to sit down; we wanted him standing. Frankie from behind started licking his inner smooth thighs and he instinctively arched his legs to give him a better access. I reached his ball sack and licked his balls, removing any marmalade still in there; his ball sack wrinkled, then I engulfed his dick into my mouth as Frankie returned to his butt hole. He could not bear so much teasing on his body as he was to fall down; he then put his hands on my head as a support and started fucking my face in wild motions. A couple of minutes later, he pushed hard with a loud groan and fell down. We held him his thighs, he was near to faint when received that tremendous climax. He was gasping and breathing a lot; we then placed him in the tub giggling. We were very hard and hot; however, we had reached our goal and he was completed. "How was it, Francis?" My nephew could hardly answer. "Oh, John! I never thought it was as good. Where did you get that idea?" "Jim told us, but instead of marmalade they used a tart, can you imagine? I looked at Frankie and without a single word; we hugged as mad. Soon we were on the floor in a 69 position sucking each other, until a wonderful climax hit us. When we recovered, we caressed tenderly our nephew and started showering him, taking care not to wet his hair. Every time our faces touched, he kissed us where he could. We dried him up; and as it was near 10:00 pm, he dressed and got ready to leave. "I'll see you tomorrow. I would like to be with you the whole night, but..." "Aren't you satisfied?" He giggled and said: "Yes, I am. My dick is flaccid now." He left, we heard him running to his house. Hand in hand, we went to the kitchen, I returned the marmalade to its place, however, the pot was half- empty now. We sat down and started to eat the cakes and two large glasses of milk. We finished and have a nice belch laughing. After brushing our teeth, we went to bed. We lay facing each other caressing tenderly. "I like you John; I like that beautiful tuft, your dick, your face; every part of you." I rubbed his face with the back of my hand. I enjoyed this. "Frankie, you are probably the cutest boy in the village, and sometimes I fear that you wouldn't love me anymore, and I become so sad that I cannot stop thinking about you. I know it is silly, butt..." He then caressed me softly. "I'll never stop loving you, John. Sometimes I have that dream, too; but when I watch you so glad and content my heart cheers up again." With all those talks and petting, our dicks were hard again and massaging on each other crotch. We started slowly rubbing then closer, enjoying our sensations, without being hurry at all. It took us probably half an hour, fondling and exploring, until that led to what it was normal between two lovers, to a great and hot orgasm. We remained for a few minutes gasping until we relaxed. I dragged the covers and we cuddle underneath. We both used to sleep on our right side, so I hugged him from behind as two teaspoons; my flaccid dick against his butt. In a few minutes, we were hard asleep. Dad came an hour later, and as he saw our door open, he looked at us and closed the door again. "How are the boys?" Mom asked. "Asleep; as two angels." "They are angels, aren't they?" "Yes, they are. But you are my lady and I want to show you my..." She laughed, went into their room and locked the door. At 9:00 am Francis came to my house, mom had already got up. "Good mornings, grandma" "Good mornings, my son." "Are John and Frankie still sleeping?" "Yes, they are. What do you want?" "Well, they said we will play this morning, so I would like to get them up. Can I go upstairs?" "Yes. Please don't be too noisy, grandpa went to bed only a few hours ago and he's still asleep." "Oh, don't worry. I'll be quiet and tell them too." He careful came up and entered my room; I heard the door open. He went to my nightstand and grabbed the little bottle of olive oil we had used the previous night. He entered the bathroom and closed the door; he got naked waist down, raised his legs and laid them on the tub's edge. He placed the little bottle on his butt hole and dropped some of the content helping to enter it into his butt with his middle finger. He was hard and moaning. He thought at that moment to jack off his dick, but he rejected the idea. Some oil came to his ball sack and cock, and some under his butt crack to the floor. With his fingers, he smeared some on his erected dick, dragging his foreskin up and down a few times, until it was duly greased, but not dripping. He took some toilet paper and cleaned himself and the floor. Semi-naked he entered my room, I smiled thinking about next. He locked the door, went to the bed headboard and introduced his legs between Frankie and me. Quietly I said: "Good morning." He did not respond but went under the covers, sandwiched between us, his but pressing my hard cock and crotch, and his dick in Frankie crack. As I knew his intentions I grabbed his hips and pressed forward, my dick entered his greasy butt smoothly. We sighed slowly with our first pleasure. He did the same I had done, Frankie feeling his butt screwed, woke up and pressed back, so I was fucking Francis and he was fucking Frankie; he put his left hand over Frankie's hips and started jacking him off slowly. We were enjoying our mutual sex interaction. Soon we were gasping and moaning; Francis reached first his climax with a hard thrust into Frankie, gripping my cock in his butt; that caused me to come in an ecstasy as my orgasm hit me. When Frankie felt we were recovering, he turned over himself. "Francis, please, turnover facing John." He quickly did and immediately Frankie parted his smooth butt cheeks shoving his hard cock into him. Only a few thrusts were necessary; he came as he reached his orgasm with gasps and moans. We remained quietly cuddled; it was so warm, so beautiful. We started fondling all three in a heap without making any sound, just the noise of our gasps. Half an hour later, we were again hard, and Frankie inside Francis. Then I said: "Do you want to fuck me, Francis?" "No, I prefer to have you in front of me." We hugged, our dicks fucking our bellies and his beautiful face on my shoulder, very slow he said: "I love you, John." I did not say anything but we continued our fucking. This time he was the first to come followed by both of us in unison with gasps of pleasure. We remained for fifteen minutes in a quiet pack. Then Frankie said: "Let's get up, I'm hungry and besides the girls and little Joan told us yesterday to play together. We jumped from the bed and all rushed into the bathroom. We washed and cleaned any possible trace of the oil; dressed and went downstairs. We went to the kitchen, and after greeting mom, Frankie started preparing toasts and all three had breakfast. Mom reached the marmalade and she murmured: "I would say that this pot was near full..." Chapter 24 -------------- We looked at each other, grinned and continued eating the toasts. Frankie went to greet his brother Tomas, and afterwards, we joined the girls and boys and started playing hide. I was very close to Nuria, little Joan, and of course, Francis, far from the other cousins, especially Maria, Manuel's elder sister; she was now nearly a woman but even so, she was reserved and did not like to play with us, she was more sort of a mom. We formed pairs and I was with Nuria. I led her to the main building, but once there, we turned back on the opposite direction and ran to the barn; we went upstairs and hid in a little cave made with straw bales that we had used to hide when we wanted to jack off together; that was a warm place. We sat down together facing each other, our knees touching. I had never looked at my niece like now; she truly was beautiful, she had blue eyes and straw yellow hair; her cheeks were red due to the cold weather, the same as her lips near open; my dick started to get hard. We remained in silence for a couple of minutes, and then she suddenly said: "John, are you a man?" That surprised me because I did not expect that question. "Sure I am. I have one penis and two balls." She blushed and smiled as she glanced at me grinning. "No, I mean..." I knew what she wanted to know, so I helped her. "Do you mean if I shoot...?" Then was my turn to blush. "Yes. You know, I am a woman since a couple of months ago. I suppose you know what I mean; I'm almost 13 y/o. "Yes, I know it." I paused. "No, I'm not mature enough yet. Jim told Frankie and me, that we still must wait until we are 12 and a half y/o; so more than one year ahead. I noticed she was excited and her hormones boiling up in her body, she looked at me and said: "Do you know that you are a very handsome boy? You might not be as gorgeous as Frankie, but you are more handsome than him." Finishing her words, she took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. She was inexperienced in kissing, but her lips were so soft, so sweet, and her face so beautiful that I could not help. I took her head and I kissed her back, but this time I parted her teeth; she was reluctant to open her mouth, however, she was very excited. When my tongue touched hers, she squirmed in delight and started gasping. My dick was harder than ever and tenting my trousers. She was wearing a woollen skirt; I reached half of her thighs. I put my right hand on her left leg and rubbed it, she instinctively moved her hand looking for something; I held it and placed on the tent formed by my cock. It was so good that we forgot everything about any care; anyone could have caught us. I pushed her forward on the soft straw without leaving our kissing; she was now eagerly exploring my mouth and rubbing my erected cock. I wanted to fuck her, but our orgasms arrived quickly before I could drag down my trousers. She and I moaned loudly as I pushed my dick against her; my hand had reached her panties and I noticed the wetness in there. I had heard a second muffled moan, but I thought she had done it. We were recovering our breathing but I wanted to continue, so I slid my hand under her skirt and I tried to grab her panties down; when she felt my hand in there, she trembled but suddenly she stood. "No John, this isn't the place, anyone could see us; besides it is still dangerous." I stood and we arranged our clothes, my dick still tenting my trousers. "Why is it dangerous?" She grinned at me. "Well... not exactly, because you told me you still don't shoot." "Of course, I'm too young. If you want I can demonstrate it." "No; you don't need it, besides, they must be looking for us. In any case, it has been amazing. Who taught you to kiss like that?" "Sorry, I should not disclose him, but he never told me to keep it secret. Jim did it." "I know he is a good teacher." We laughed. "However, he should be careful with other girls. You know, a friend of mine near had a baby." "Near! What do you mean by near?" "Well, she is now 13 and started doing it with her boyfriend when they were 11 y/o. When she was 12 she started bleeding, she became a woman, but since his boyfriend didn't shoot anything yet, they continued..." "Fucking." I pointed out. "Yes. However, a few months later she became sick, so her mom took her to the doctor and he confirmed to her mom she was expecting a baby in seven months. Her mom told her father and she told me it was terrible. Her father almost killed her; he spanked the girl so terribly that some neighbours had to take her to the hospital bleeding abundantly; she had a miscarriage and lost the baby. "That's a fucking brutality and cruelty; he should have been jailed." "Well, she told me that her mom stopped it. From that day no one speaks to her father at home, but a few days ago she told me she would forgive him if he asked for it..." "She is a silly girl..." "Not so silly; anyway; she should have been more careful. Fortunately no one knows about it, even her boyfriend; nevertheless, she stopped going to the cottage with him and the matter got an end." "Did she tell you how she felt in the cottage?" She grinned at me, but when we were near arriving at the main building where the rest of the boys and girls were, she said. "Yes, but I won't tell you." At that moment, Frankie came thru a corner saying: "Hand up! You are defeated." We lost the play. Frankie put his arm on my shoulder and took me aside: "John, I have my dick sore. I heard you what you both did together. I had to bury myself in a heap of straw..." I interrupted him. "Sure you hid, but you must be very careful with your moans." We laughed and ran to meet the rest. Christmas was approaching; I can remember that time as the happiest of my life. We, Frankie and I, continued our life routine; however, things had changed a lot since Jim had gone. Our families knew we loved each other and could not fight against that fact, on contrary, Frank said that Frankie would miss his brother less if he was more closed to me; so they left us to spend our weekends as we wanted; whenever homework was done and school qualification maintained. Alternatively, we set up sleepovers in his home and in the farm. We were so in love that we never were fed up looking at each other. Normally on Saturday, as soon as school finished, we played until dinnertime, we made our homework and went to bed. We were children and sometimes sex was part of it, but not most of the times, as it seems from the previous pages. We spent long hours in bed facing each other on the pillow and chatting about everything; from time to time we fondled each other or pecked, but that was felt affection for one another and we enjoyed it very much. Of course, many times, our petting led to our passion and we had sex until we were satisfied. On Sundays, we pedalled to meet the girls; we exchanged hidden quick kisses and laughed together. The girls looked very excited and happy with us. I think we were subject to some gossips from the other girls and boys. Several times we had a ride, every time that I was close to Helen my heart ended broken; I could not explain why, but her sight drilled my mind and I think she went inside my soul and explored me. After we separated, I could not stop thinking about her for a few days, especially if Frankie was not with me. The works for the new school had started at the beginning of November; a legion of builders, carpenters, smiths, etc. started working. Money called money, and as these persons started spending their wages, new shops opened and our school classes filled with new girls and boys. Mr Hermann and Frank chose good professionals that had been fighting in the Republic's side and had not any problem regarding their behaviour during the past conflict or had already met their sentences. Normally these persons were subject to refusals when they were trying to find a job to feed their children in the new dictatorship. Mr Hermann bought all abandoned or inhabited houses in the village and gave them to his workers under the condition they would restore them. They would live in them for fifty years as their property; then the houses would return to the Foundation's ownership. The married couples with children had the preference. An accident also helped in these circumstances. A peasant and his mule died when they stepped on a fallen high voltage line. The Mayor, a close friend of Frank and a good man, promised himself nobody would die again in a similar accident in our village; he would get rid of all aerial electrical, telephone, etc lines. With Tomas' technical advice, he negotiated with the Electric supplier to build large subterranean tunnels along the main streets, where two persons could walk; and ditches with smaller tubes in the short streets. Once these were finished, Tomas' company would dismantle all current lines and build new installations in the tunnels; thus our village would be the first in Spain with this modern installations; besides, this would be the best draining system, preventing possible floods and carrying all sewage to the near river. Thus, the village was an ant-nest of activity. However, still there were many persons in need; mostly peasants that had not the necessary skill. Now they understood Mr Hermann's idea of building that school, which would provide their children with the professional skills that they lacked and in the future, the society would need. At the beginning of December of that year, a flu epidemic spread over our country; many old and weak people passed away, including a few young children. Since a virus caused it, there was no possibility of stopping it. The sanitary authorities recommended remaining in bed, drinking juices, and taking aspirins or some measures to lessen the temperature. In the most severe cases, it started on rising temperature during the first day, three more days with high fever and pain; after that, the fever dropped quickly and in a couple of days it was over. It was very contagious, so they recommended that only one person attended the sick person. The school was almost empty; however, we were healthy boys living in the countryside. On Thursday, I noticed a very suspicious cough in Frankie. "Frankie, are you okay? You have a strange cough and your voice has changed." I asked. He smiled at me with that beautiful face that I worshipped. "I'm alright, only a little bit tired." That shocked me because he was very dynamic, yet I said nothing. The following day he missed school, our teacher told us he was with the flu. We finished late and I could not go to see him. When I arrived home, mom told me his dad had called to confirm he was ill. Dad had prepared a large basket of oranges for him. To prevent flu, we all were obliged to take three glasses of orange juice every day. When I finished school on Saturday, I pedalled to his home; as soon as I entered, I met Frank; his mom was on a week business trip with Mr Hermann. "How's Frankie?" "He is feverish, and the problem is he doesn't want to drink or eat anything. I'm seriously worried, the doctor said he must drink orange juice, but he rejects anything." I was running upstairs when I heard Frank calling me, but I knew what he would say, so I continued. I found my dearest boy on bed burning in fever murmuring my name. I hugged him and started kissing his face and finally his lips; he was very hot. He, half-opened his beautiful eyes and a slight grin appeared on his angel face; I started to sob and again I kissed him on the lips. "I like you..." Frank entered that moment. "John! You shouldn't do that, he might infect you." I looked at him, still tears on my face. "I don't mind. I would like to have the flu, too, to be near him." "John! You aren't serious, are you?" "Yes, I am. Please, please, Frank, don't throw me away, please, don't say I must go because I'll return again or I'll stay outside." Frank moved his head puzzled watching my determination and tears. He then said: "Okay John, but I must tell it to your dad." I jumped and hugged him, my arms around his waist. He returned the hug and rubbed my hair whispering: "Goddess! What can I do with this pair?" He then louder added. "John perhaps you can help, we need to bath him in order to lessen his temperature. Get the tub half of water; the temperature must be below that of his body." "How can I find out about it?" "You put your elbow in it." That reminded me how my sisters did when they were to bathe a baby." I prepared the bath and Frank took him in his strong arms and submerged his son, keeping his head up. "Now John, if you find the water is too warm, add some cold one. He is over 42º centigrade; that could hurt him seriously; we must get down to 38º as the maximum. Wet his forehead with the sponge, meanwhile I'll squeeze oranges; he must drink juices." "Don't worry I'll see to it, he will drink a whole jug, if necessary." He smiled and ruffled my hair again. "Good boy!" I heard him in the kitchen manipulating the oranges. I watched my dear friend and for every rub I made, I pecked him; he was nearly unconscious, however, as minutes went by, I noticed the transference of heat from his body to the water. His skin was not so red; he opened his eyes, extended his arms, grabbed my head and kissed me; I grinned with a sigh. "I, I, adore you, John." He murmured. "That's better. You are seriously ill, Frankie. You must drink orange juice and take some medicine to keep your fever to a normal level." "Now that you are here, I'll do whatever you order me; you well know I can't deny you anything, even if I have to die." I could not help sobbing hearing him telling me those words. "You aren't going to die. You'll recover sooner if you do what the doctor and your dad says." Frank entered and hearing us talking he assumed his son was better; he knew that was fleeting time and that later on, high temperature would return. He wrapped his naked son with a large towel and transported him to the bed, tucked him up and caressed his boy's face with the back of his hand. "Now Frankie you must drink the orange juice. I have put some medicine in it; nevertheless, the flu probably has taken away your ability to feel any flavour. John, I must go away for an hour, I leave you as Frankie's nurse; I am sure you will take care of him. I'll phone your dad about." "Please Frank; tell him that I'll be overnight here." He looked at us in a loving and tender way; kissed us both and left without a single word; there was nothing to say. When I heard the door shut, I jumped on the bed and kissed my lover. I slipped my hand under the covers and rubbed his chest and buttocks; he was warm but not as hot as before. "Now you are going to drink the whole jug of juice." He opened wide his eyes and said: "John, you know? The sheets feel like sandpaper, however, your hand is so smooth that it comforts me." I smiled and filled a glass of orange juice. He drank it; again, I filled another one, and he drank it. I did the third one but he rejected it. "Sorry, I made a great effort drinking those two, my throat is so sore... Give me some minutes and I'll drink the rest of the jug." Half an hour later, I gave him the rest. However, I noticed he was warmer again. "John rub me again, I feel fresher where your hand is..." I rubbed his stomach, belly and even his silky ball sack and flaccid dick. My dick started to get hard; he guessed it and smiled sweetly. "I'm sorry John, it is not the moment." I blushed sheepishly. "I could not help, Frankie; you are so hot that excited me." He smiled. We started talking about school and making plans for the next Christmas; however, as the time passed by, the fever returned and Frank had not yet returned. Frankie started to quiver, his teeth gritting. "John, I, I, am very, very col...d. Pleas...e put me more covers." I knew that was not the solution and besides, I did not know where the blankets were, or what to do; I was in despair. His eyes closed... I was very scared. "John, I, I'm very cold." I could notice how his body quivered. My tears appeared again in frustration. Suddenly the idea came into my mind; I undressed, and naked jumped onto the bed near him. I wrapped him in my arms, my body glued to his, as we used to do when we made love. Desperately I started kissing him on the lips. Instinctively, I put my tongue inside his mouth, but I had no response. He hugged me very tight and I could feel his body trembling but less than before; it was slowing down. Soon he was relaxed and started petting me. "I love you, John. Please stay stick to me, I'm still cold." He murmured. I even put my body tighter to his; I felt his trembling and his muscles movement. Being his body so close to mine made my dick start to grow and soon it was hard. I felt ashamed; he in his feverish state looked at me and grinned. "John I need to pee, but I feel very cold." I did not know what to do to alleviate his bladder; obviously, I discarded to take him to the bathroom; so I took the empty jug, I rubbed his dick a few times, and he responded with a moan; then I lifted the covers and introduced his dick into the jug. He started peeing emptying his bladder; he near filled the jug. He closed his eyes relaxed. I put the jug on the nightstand. At that moment, Frank appeared finding me in the bed so close to Frankie. "John, son! What are you doing? Do you want to catch the flu, too?" My dick quickly deflated. "He is very cold and I don't know where the blankets are, so I have tried to warm him up with my body. He is much better; his quivering has almost disappeared." He left the room and soon returned with a large and soft woollen blanket. "Get dressed; I see he has not taken the juice." I smiled and he looked puzzled to me. "What's up?" "That's pee; he drank all juice." "Good idea, I'll wash it up now, just in case we need it later." He ruffled my hair; I felt very happy. I got out of bed and dressed. "You must be starved; I have remained longer than I planned, but now I wouldn't go out; however, we need to eat something and get ready soft food for Frankie. My friend opened the eyes. "Dad, my throat is so sore that I cannot eat anything." "You must eat Frankie. We need you recovered and not sick." I said. He looked at me tenderly as reassuring me he would do anything I proposed. We dined and I prepared a very large pot of milk, putting in it many biscuits until it looked like porridge. I went upstairs and I started feeding my friend like a little bird; I noticed his pain but he obeyed me. After that, he drank a glass of orange juice. He dropped his beautiful head on the pillow exhausted. Frank watched us, kissed his son's forehead, and gave me a hug. "Thanks, John. With your care, Frankie will recover quickly. I have put some aspirin in the juice, so soon he will get rid near all of the fever, at least during a few hours. I'll sleep in Jim's bed, you can sleep with him." I looked at him expressing my gratitude. "Don't worry; you won't get more contagious than you already are." I laughed. A few minutes later, Frankie started to talk animatedly, we chatted about everything. In a moment that his dad was out, he said: "If my dad weren't here, I'd suck your dick right now." We grinned; he was clean of fever for the first time during the near past three days. However, that was a fiction; two hours later we took him again into the bathtub; when the fever lessened he was again content. It was late so we decided to drift to sleep. Frank got into the near room, I undressed, and stark naked went under the covers. We cuddled into each other arms and got asleep. Near dawn, I felt a nice feeling rising in my dick, probably a dream, I thought; however, it was so real that I woke up; I found Frankie with my dick in his mouth sucking me. I looked at him so lovingly that he left my dick and came to me. We hugged softly. He then, in a slow voice said: "I must pay you for your efforts and care." "I would do it a hundred times. It seems you are a little better." "Yes, I think my flu is over; since you bathed me I have slept comfortable and near all my pains have vanished. "Do you want me to suck you?" "I feel very weak; probably tomorrow I'll be ready. Let's sleep before my dad wake up." Gleefully, cuddled, and drifted to sleep. We slept until late in the morning; Frank woke early up and touched his son's forehead and he detected no fever, so he assumed Frankie had gone thru the flu. He woke up us with a large tray with toasts, honey, olive oil, coffee, and milk. "I'm starved, dad," Frankie said. "My throat still aches, but I'm alright. Let's go for a pee, John." We jumped from the bed, however, Frankie felt dizzy after those days with a high fever. I noticed that he placed his arm on my shoulders and happily went to relief our bladders. I did not notice I was naked until I returned to the room and Frank said: "You better get something on, it is cold outside." I dressed and Frankie covered himself with a gown. We ate a large breakfast and Frankie went to bed again. Frank then said: "Since you are much better I'll go out to take some decisions for tomorrow. Please, John, stay here until I return; I'll be here before lunch, so we can have it together before your return to the farm. "Sorry Frank, I would like it; however, as soon as you are back I'll return home. I promised mom to do that." "Okay, it is up to you." He picked up some papers and left. We chatted making plans, but after a couple of hours, we were tired of talking, then my friend dragged me to him and smiled. "John, get naked, I want you to suck me and I'll do it to you, I feel strong enough." I laughed and in seconds, I was naked and straddling him; only with a few sucks, his beautiful dick started to grow and I sucked it keenly as he did to me. We moaned in pleasure and soon our little bodies got rigid; he pushed up his dick and I pushed down into his throat as we reached our dry orgasms. When we recovered, I scooted up and lay face to face; we caressed for a few minutes, he then said: "John thanks." I looked at him and touched his lovely pale face with the back of my hand. "Frankie, there is nothing to thank about; I'm sure you would have done the same for me. I better get dressed before your dad comes." I jumped from the bed and dressed; a few minutes later Frank came and I returned home. Friday of the following week was a feast day. We resumed school; however, Frankie missed it, since he still was convalescence and not fully recovered. We happily spent those days, but on Thursday morning I could not stand, my body was in a pure ache and I was coughing. Frankie knew the symptoms and immediately told the teacher about it. He left the school and five minutes later Frank was outside with his little car. "Come on John, you got the flu, my dad is waiting outside with the car to take you to the farm. I'll keep your bike at home." I was surprised; however, I did not resist because I felt very, very bad. Well, that weekend was a repetition of Frankie's; with the difference, I had not so high fever, though that night mom took me twice to the bathtub to lessen the temperature. On Friday about 11:00, my friend was near my bed, mom argued, however, he said: "Maria, he looked after me and now it is my turn, besides, I don't need to care about flu since I have gone already thru it." Mom thought they were strong arguments, moreover, that would prevent contagious the flu the rest. Perhaps because I had been drinking orange juice all previous days, the fever did not go so high and we could chat when it lessened. In order to prevent the sickness from spreading, dad and mom had forbidden the rest of the children to see me. Friday evening was the peak moment; mom was with my dad outside, so Frankie took me to the bathtub when we returned I felt very cold; he did not doubt a moment, got naked and went under the covers. It felt so good and warm that all my quivering dashed away; however, in spite of the prohibition, Francis appeared at that moment with tears running his beautiful face. Frankie looked at him astonished. "Francis, you shouldn't be here!" I know, but... but I can't wait." He said sobbing. Frankie extended his arms to him, he also undressed, and I felt his smooth body and little flaccid dick pressing my back. I turned and pecked him. "Francis, please don't cry." "I'll stay only for a few minutes; grandma and grandpa are at home discussing something with my dad. I suppose they will be here soon." He hugged me from behind, so I was sandwiched between the two persons I most loved. After some minutes, Frankie told him: "Francis, please, don't risk to be caught here, we would feel guilty." He smiled, jumped from the bed, dressed, and ran downstairs. Five minutes later mom and dad arrived and found us both in bed. It was a repetition, even the next day when I appeared clean of fever. However, Frankie remained until Sunday after lunch. We enjoyed being together with the rest of the farm's children; the risk of contagious had disappeared. That was a strong demonstration of how much we loved each other, now including Francis. They found out later little Francis had been in my bed, but everything was over and the epidemic too; I think I was one of the last cases in the village. We never told Jim until next summer when he came on vacation, but that is another part of the story. Chapter 25 -------------- Christmas holidays started; we finished school classes on the last Friday of the previous week. We had planned that Frankie would come home for a sleepover in the farm; we had made many projects to spend that time together, so I took my bike and rode to his home. We were happy to see each other; looking forward to the prospect of good holidays. We were saying goodbye when the village's priest came and asked Frankie whether his dad was at home, he nodded and the man entered his house. We stared at each other in surprise, since it was not very common that type of visits, in spite of the priest being Frank's good friend; so we decided to hear what all was about. The priest had blurred eyes when we entered. We motioned to leave, though Frank told us: "John, Frankie, please sit down." Now addressing to the priest he added, "I have no secret to this respect with them. Please proceed." The priest cleaned his face, and blew his nose, then, he said: "Sorry. As I was telling you, I have received this morning two letters, one from France, and another one from my bank in the city. My French is not very good, so I want you to read it." He started searching in his pocket and brought out two envelopes. Then he asked, "In which part of France is Jim studying?" "He's in St Mary's school in Orleans, near Paris." Frankie's mom answered. He handled the two letters to Frank, he carefully took his glasses, and after reading them, he passed onto his wife. We were on tenterhooks. Then Frank said: "Well, the letter from France is from the director of a bank called "Credit Lyonnais." A well-known bank throughout Europe; in summary, he said that some school's students have made a quest for money among them and sent to you to distribute amongst the poorest and more in need people of your parish. He can disclose neither the name of the school nor the names of the boys. It is a very large sum of money. He also adds you should keep this confidential since his clients don't want to be disclosed." "Frank, you are not a believer, but for me, this is a miracle after the flu epidemic and the village's situation; you and I know the angel who has done it. I don't know anybody in France, let alone in Orleans." Frank thought for a while, and then he said: "You are thinking on Jim, aren't you?" "Absolutely" "You must realise Jim is only four months in that school and he has only a few friends." "Frank, I'm not stupid and I have a very high concept about your sons. I am sure, he or because of him, this money has come here; no doubt about it. I will keep it secret, even I'll continue with my annual collection among the rich people, but many persons will have the happiest Christmas for a long time. I promise. Only I want you to make me a favour." "Go ahead, priest." The black dressed man grinned. "I'll prepare a list with the distribution. I'll follow the principle of -Instead of giving fish; give a cane and rod to fish in the rivers-. Was it Max or Engel's?" Frank chuckled and we looked at each other because we did not know what they were talking about. "Never mind who said this. But keep it for yourself or you won't count as a priest any longer." The priest grinned and said: "Thanks, Family for your help. We'll keep this confidential." He stood up, said goodbye and left. As soon as he was outside Frankie asked: "Dad, what did he mean about the cane and rod?" His wife and himself smiled, she then said: "Clever boys! That means that instead of giving them bread, sweet, clothes, etc. he will give them the tools to work and repair, something permanent." We immediately understood, I said: "That's a good idea. Food, toys, sweets will make very happy the people, but once they have consumed them, they'll be poor again." Frank tousled my hair. "We know it is Françoise and Jim's idea. He did not tell us anything, but we feel they have made it possible; however, they don't want any publicity about this, therefore, please, don't comment with anybody, unless Jim authorises us. I'll tell your father all about. Now you can resume your trip to the farm." However, that was the surprise's day. We were ready to start pedalling when a small truck-van stopped in front of us. The driver came down and asked us: "Hey, boys! Do you know James Martinez? Does he live here? "Yes, he is my brother, but he is in France," Frankie answered. The driver rubbed his chin: "Well, I suppose Francis Martinez Mora is your dad." "No. He is my nephew." "Fantastic! Then, who are you?" "Why are you asking so many questions? You aren't a policeman." I said. "Sorry lad. I'm carrying a large parcel consigned to those persons, plus Frankie Martinez and John Mora." We laughed, but this still increased him being more puzzled. "I'm John Mora and he is Frankie Martinez, my best friend, and James' brother." "Lovely. I'll unload the parcel. Is there any adult who can sign my papers?" "Yes, my dad is inside, I'll call him," Frankie said. The driver and his assistant unloaded a large carton and entered it into the house. Frankie had explained to his dad all about. He signed the reception to the driver and he left saying: "I must hurry up, the parcels from this company are very expensive, and shops are impatiently waiting for them. I cannot risk losing any. Thanks and goodbye." We entered the house while Frank was examining the big box. "I wonder what it contains." "Please dad, open it," Frankie argued. "Well, I would like to do so, however, it is also consigned for little Francis, so he should be present when we open it." "Then, what do you suggest? Frankie's mom asked. "John, Frankie; you better go to the farm as you had planned and tell them all about. I must do something after lunch, but I'll transport the parcel to there during the afternoon. John, please, tell your dad we'll meet him for coffee." "Okay. Frankie, let's go." We pedalled to the farm and leaving the bikes outside, I entered my house, while Frankie went to my sister's home. The news spread quickly amongst all family members, and, when Frank arrived, 3:30 pm, my house was crowded. Francis' dad helped my dad to unload the big box from the car roof, placing it on the large living room table. He asked for a cutter and cut of seals. Just as he opened it, found two envelopes; in one of them was a letter from Jim and Françoise explaining all circumstances as it had happened in Paris. In the other envelope, there was a letter, that more or less said: "Sirs, following Mrs James Martinez and Françoise Lambert's orders, we are enclosing herewith the following items. a) One set of clothes for Francis Martinez, half for a boy of 8/9 y/o, and a half for another of 10/11 y/o. b) Two sets, for John Mora and Frankie Martinez, both for boys of 11/12 y/o. c) One set for James Martinez, boy 14/15 y/o. Hope you will enjoy our products. Regards. Frank started extracting the parcels and our eyes widened watching the garments. In the envelope, also they had included a brochure showing boys dressed in the fashion clothes. On the first page was a handsome young blond teenager dressed in sports dress, Frank immediately recognized him. "Oh! This is Françoise! As he browsed the pages, he found many pictures of Jim and Françoise dressed in different clothes. Frankie's mom took the booklet and started kissing the photos; tears dribbled down her still fresh cheeks. Then my sister Rosemary said: "The boys must be beautiful in them." "We can organize a show as we saw in the movies with girls," I said. My sister looked at mom and dad, and they approved it with a look; she then said: "Okay, boys. You have showered, so you are clean. Now we'll take all the clothes upstairs and each of you will come down dressed differently; one after the other, you will enter the room, go and then out. I'll dress little Joan here." Frankie, Francis and I went to my room where they had placed three sets of clothes. We immediately started to dress with a grin on our faces. The show was a great success, but the best star was little Joan. He passed dressed in underwear making a lovely tent his little dick as if he had his little weenie erect. When he was passing he motioned putting his little ass out to the public. All laughed. We were near finishing the passing and could observe how happy everybody was, except the twins; we imagined what they felt. When we were dressing for the last time, Frankie said: "John, have you observed the twins? They are very sad." "Well, I guess why." "John, what's about if you and I use only one set of clothes? We can share and dress indistinctively and give the other set to the twins." At that moment, I could not imagine loving another person more than I did him. I caressed his beautiful face; everything was said without expressing any word. "Please do it," I said. He grinned and when we were on the last pass, he stopped in the middle of the room, raised his hand asking for silence, and then pointing to me and himself, said: "We think we have enough clothes with one set, we'll wear them indistinctively..." My sister Rose interrupted him. "What are you going to do with the other set?" We looked at the sad twins and Frankie said: "They are for Manuel and Louis." The twins opened their mouth in disbelief, they were so taken aback that did not move during some moments; then my sisters Rose and Lucia came to us and hugged and kissed us. The twins reacted, jumped and hugged us very tight. "Thanks to both of you" Then looking at their moms, Manuel asked, "Mom, can we wear..." My mom nodded and said: "Go upstairs and get changed into any of them." We flew to my room, but as soon as we entered, Manuel looked at me, and Louis to Frankie, they hugged us very tight with blurred eyes. They soon separated and Manuel said: "We'll pay you back tomorrow, but now we want to wear those beautiful clothes." They changed into the new garments and ran downstairs, leaving us alone in my room. Instinctively Frankie and I approached and we hugged. "You are wonderful Frankie! Thanks again." "I love that beautiful tuft of yours John and my best reward is watching you happy." I could not resist the temptation and be risking someone could catch us; I pushed him on the bed, our dicks hard as rocks. He reluctantly separated from me saying, "I suppose we will have time tonight; on the other hand, we need to arrange the parcels." At that moment Francis appeared. "It has been an excellent idea for the twins." We heard the applauses downstairs; we hurried up and joined the rest of the family. Mom suggested that we had dinner all together. Frankie's mom was browsing the booklet's pages and I could observe her tears and kisses to the pictures whenever she found Jim. Then Nuria said: "Grandpa, may I have that booklet?" When she observed Frankie's mom she added blushing. "Well, in fact, I want only the first page, if you don't mind..." Margaret looked at the beautiful girl and she saw the awakening of the girl into a new life. She understood. She tore out that page and gave it to her. She blushed again, took the page and ran to his house. All knew what was going on, but no one made any comment. We had dinner together and when it was near over, little Francis said: "Mom, please; I want to sleep here with Frankie and John." My sister gazed my mom and as she nodded, she said: "Okay, but tomorrow you will come with your father and me for a visit." He was nearly to reject the idea; nevertheless, he thought he would have more fun with us during the night than the following day, so he agreed. It was still early to go to bed, so while the adults chatted we decided to play cards; we chose to play strip poker. They did not know much about the play so we explained the rules, but we could not play the strip part, so we decide we would play, and the one that wins would ask to any of the contenders to do something as it follows. a) It must be something pleasant to do. b) It must be carried out within the next 30 days. In addition c) it must be something easy to do. Everyone must think about what he would ask and who would do it in case he wins. All agreed, except the elder girls that left. We started playing and after near an hour Nuria and I was the only survivors playing. We played again and she won. She triumphantly looked at us for a few seconds, and then said: "John, I choose you. I'll let you know what you have to do in due time." I bitted my lips, but could not do anything; I was committed to doing whatever she asked me. All the children went to bed and only the adults remained downstairs. Francis, Frankie and I entered my room and locked the door. As soon as we were inside, I started caressing Francis. Frankie yanked his shorts and underwear to his ankles and put his dick into his mouth. Francis moaned and panting he said: "Let's do it on the bed. I want you to fuck me, I'll fuck you later." I liked fondling his beautiful body, so I took some oil and spread it on my dick. We lay on the carpet, I was on my back and the little angel sat on my dick with his back to me; he guided my dick to his hole and I impaled him. I felt that lovely warm sensation in my cock that was like a rock. We started moving up and down, I reached him and brought him to my chest, and so his dick was now pointing out to the ceiling. Frankie straddled both of us making a 69 with Francis; I could watch Frankie's dick and balls over my head. Francis was sucking it. Soon we reached the point of no return, our bodies got rigid and one after other, moaned loudly as we got our climaxes. We lay in a heap on the carpet trying to recover our breath. We jumped onto the bed and Francis sandwiched between both us. Then Frankie said: "Now I'll fuck Francis, but in the other way; so you two make a 69 position, but be careful not to be so noisy." We laughed, then, Francis said: "You don't need to put oil on your dick, John had put enough," Frankie said: "I don't want to hurt you, I want you to enjoy." "I know that." Our dicks were very hard again. Francis straddled me and in seconds, he had my dick in his mouth. I took his and his balls and we started sucking eagerly each other. Soon I watched Frankie sticking his cock into Francis' hole in a single stroke. He placed his hands on Francis' shoulders and started humping him, so strong that he near took Francis' dick out of my mouth. I was in the heaven; Francis did it so well that in a few minutes I felt that nice feeling of peeing need in my dick. I pushed up into his mouth and I stopped his groans as he also was near his climax being stimulated on both sides. Frankie was mad shoving his cock into Francis rectum, he increased the pace and soon he also groaned; all gasping and with a final groan, we fell on my right side on the bed breathing hard. What I wanted more was to suck my lover Frankie, and he did the same; we had sucked each other many times, however, every time was different and new for us. So after we recovered Francis said: "I want to fuck both of you, so take a 69 position." "Wait a minute, Francis." I could see little Francis' dick glowing with oil, he took Frankie white globes, parted them and inserted his dick into his hole. He placed his hands on Frankie's hips and pushed inside him, starting to fuck him. I noticed his pace and how he was gasping as his dry orgasm was building inside his groins; then he said in a whisper: "Please, turn over, so I can fuck you, John. I'm near coming." Without leaving our respective dicks from our mouths, we turned, so now I was on top on my lover. I felt how Francis' dick went inside me and he started shoving in my pucker. A few minutes later, our climaxes arrived: first Francis and in unison Frankie and I. Our bodies got a spasm, we stopped breathing and we near gagged each other pushing our dick into each other throat. We fell on my right side, Frankie in front of me and Francis with his dick still inside my butt. Then we drifted to sleep. At dawn, we woke up cuddled into each other arms, our crotches glued and his mouth near my ears. Francis was on the other side of the bed hard asleep. We woke up later hearing some knocks on the door. I had planned to spend an intimated time with Frankie before Francis woke up; he was a sound hard sleeper and needed someone to wake him up every morning; however, our early exercises had spoiled it. We quickly jumped from the bed, dressed and went for peeing to the bathroom. Soon we sat downstairs on the large table having breakfast. Little Joan came telling Francis his mom needed him to get ready to go to the city. He got upset but he could do nothing since he had agreed the previous night. In a moment, that mom was gone; I grabbed his dick and told him: "Christmas is approaching; don't worry, we'll enjoy again." He grinned and sighed. It was a sunny morning and not very cold, a little bit damp, however, orange trees were beautiful. We went to look for the twins but they were still sleeping; we took the bikes and pedalled thru the farm fields to the river; then showed Frankie the entrance to the gallery that led to the barn's cave. "This is a good place to swim in summer and get the girls," I said. "I know it. Jim told me he fucked his girl under one of these bushes." He thought for a moment of silence and then added. "Thanks for being near me, John; because I miss him a lot. I didn't tell you, but the last night he was here I asked him to fuck me, I knew he needed it, but he rejected the idea, he told me he loved me too much and that the last night he wanted only to get cuddled as we normally did." I could see his tears dropping from his beautiful eyes. I grabbed him behind a tree and we hugged. "I understand how you feel, but I'm sure he also misses us, nevertheless, my heart is telling me that he has found someone that comforts him." "Do you mean Françoise?" "I don't know, perhaps. He is a very pretty boy, too." "By the way, did you notice how interested Nuria was on Françoise?" "Yes, I did. She is a fucking beautiful girl, isn't she?" "Yes, she is. I wonder what she is keeping for me in respect of the card play." "Nothing. I am sure she has forgotten all about it. Come on, let's see the twins." Chapter 26 -------------- We went back to the farmhouses and found the twin waiting for us. We left the bikes and started playing to cowboys; the girls also joined us. After a couple of hours, the girls deserted us and we four went to the barn. Manuel lifted the entrance: "Come on, let's go in." We entered and he lighted the candles before we shut the entrance. As soon as he closed the door, Manuel came to me and kissed my lips while his right hand gripped my balls, the same as Louis was doing to Frankie. "Thanks for what you both did to us last night. Now we want to pay you back." We grinned and Frankie said: "That's not fair. You don't need to pay anything, besides I'll make you enjoy so that you will always be in debt with us." The twins grinned slyly as we started to undress. "I want you to fuck me, John," Louis said. "I may hurt you..." "Oh! Don't worry. Manuel has fucked my hole a few times and I have fucked him, too." "You little rascal...!" I could not end the sentence because I was naked and Louis embraced me while he was exploring my butt. I felt his tongue swirling inside my mouth. We liked very much fucking other boys and Louis was one to whom I have sucked a few times and he had sucked me, but we never fucked. On contrary than Frankie, who liked to fuck from behind, my preferences were to have my partner in front of me, either on top or under me. Louis and I lay on the blankets, it was warm inside the cave; we got into a 69 position and started sucking each other. I had to recognize that Louis had learnt a lot, he nearly got me to the edge in a few minutes; we enjoyed our sex until reached our dry orgasms. He screamed very loud when the nice feeling hit his ball and dick. I could not smile because I was gasping for air after that great orgasm. Frankie and Manuel were in a similar situation. Once we recovered, we laughed about Louis' yell. "Louis, do you scream the same when you are with Manuel?" Manuel grinned and said: "I had to shut his mouth by placing my palm on it when I'm expecting he is coming." We again started to laugh. "Well, here you can scream all that you want, no one would hear you." "That's why I like this place. Manuel and I come here when we are horny." He was stroking slowly my dick that again was hard as a rock. I kneeled near his legs and spread them; I got ready to insert my dick on his lovely butt. However, he was a master; instead, he took his knees to his face, so his but was up to me. I put a little oil on my cock and inserted it into his hole. I needed a little pressure, but after a second try, it was all the way inside his lovely canal. I bent over, our faces touched; I commenced caressing him, our tongues met, and I felt his hands on my neck. I was very hard inside that warm cave and I could feel his hard cock rubbing my belly. With our mouths glued, I began fucking him; I slid my hand between our bodies and stroked his cock. Frankie had gotten Manuel on doggy position. My lover's hands were on Manuel's hips, as he was fucking him wildly. I was close to my orgasm, so we separated our mouths and I increased my pace in/out his butt, at the same time stroking his dick. I noticed how his inside muscles pressed my penis; that made me mad and humped even stronger. His body moved on the blanket as I shoved my dick inside him. This time we could hear two screams, one from Louis and another one from me when we reached that tremendous orgasm. I fell exhausted on top of him and he hugged me softly. When we recovered, he said: "That was wonderful, John. I never had so a strong feeling in my dick. I thought I would pee all over me, but nothing came out." Francis and I smiled; he puzzled himself and asked me. "Why are you smiling?" Frankie then explained. "Because we know what is happening to you. My brother told me that when you start feeling like that, it means you are near to mature, and soon you will spurt semen instead of nothing. Besides, it is not true that you didn't spill anything." He looked at me astonished; I grabbed his near erected cock and squeezed it; a clear drop of something came out the pee slit. "It is precum, so it means you will get semen very soon." With his finger, he tasted the clear liquid; he smiled satisfied and said: "It tastes good, but I'm the same age as you are and..." "Never mind; there are not two boys the same; some mature before others, and you will probably get your semen before all of us." He openly smiled and looking at Manuel tenderly, said: "Did you hear, Manuel?" "Yes, I did. But I must tell you that I feel and get the same, but I never scream like you do." He squeezed his dick and we could see the sticky liquid appear on his dickhead. "Ah, Rat! You kept that for you." He stood and started kissing passionately his cousin and lover; soon they were engaged in sucking each other. We could not be less than they were, so I took my pretty boy in my arms, we started caressing each other, our crotches rubbing, our dicks pushing, and our tongues met inside our mouths until we felt again that marvellous orgasm that we always had when we were making love together. We remained for some time in the cave until our dicks got flaccid. During those days, we spent many nights together and pay some visits to the cave, especially with Francis. Christmas day came and we enjoyed being together, but the great day was, and still is, the New Year Eve. Children are allowed to remain with adults until they are so tired that voluntarily ask to go to bed; even little portions of alcohol are allowed for the older children. That night we had dinner together all families plus Frankie's, so there were many people in the dinner. We had heated the house in order we could wear our new summer clothes. The twins wore the same dress, so they appeared as true twins; however, the most beautiful one was little Joan, he was so pretty and besides so happy that he received kisses from every one of us. Dad put music on the new record player and adults and children danced together. Thru the radio set, we heard the last twelve bell strokes sounds from Madrid, so the New Year came in. Those were fantastic and emotional moments! We hugged each other wishing all the best for the new coming year. I wanted to kiss Frankie and he wanted the same, so hand in hand we ran upstairs to my room; as soon as we entered my bedroom, we hugged tenderly; a few tears came out and we hugged very tight. The twins and little Francis joined us and we all embraced each other. When we noticed our dicks started to grow, I said: "We better go downstairs to continue our feast." All understood and soon we joined the rest of the family. Little Joan and Nuria were radiant of happiness. All the sudden, an image came to my mind that I did not expect, it was Helen's face, why? I had not seen her since the week before the flu epidemic though she had visited my memory very often, especially when I was alone. I looked at one side and I watched my friend who was watching me. "Is it something special?" I don't know why but I blushed. I grinned at him. "Helen has just come to my mind, I guess that in these happy moments I would like she was here with us. I am confused, especially when you aren't near me and I am alone." Frankie understood. He placed his arms around my shoulders and tenderly said: "I wouldn't call Lucy, she means nothing to me, but I think Helen is something different for you. Why don't you call her? Her number is in the phone book." I do not know what happened to my soul, but something sweet that in those moments I could explain came to me, as when we received a great orgasm. They had installed the phone in the corner of the living room far from the noise of the dining room. Trembling I dialled her number, fortunately, she took the receiver. "Is there the heaven?" Before she could say anything, I said. "I want to talk to a beautiful angel called Helen Lopez." I heard almost a yell. "Jack!!!" She was the only one calling me with that name. "Happy New Year, my angel!" For an answer, she softly said. "Thanks, Jack for calling me. I deeply adore you!" The line was dead, probably someone was asking who was calling and she did not want to disclose it. At those moments, I would have liked to hug her very tightly. My lover observed me as my eyes blurred and he embraced me. "I am very happy you did it, John." He did not add anything else and we returned to where the rest were celebrating the New Year 1961. An hour passed and the phone rang. I ran to pick the receiver up: "Hello! Who's calling?" I heard Jim's voice on the other end of the line. "John, it is me, Jim!" "Jim! How are you? Happy New Year! What a wonderful surprise, Frankie is near me. A great hug Jim." I did not wait for Jim answering me because Frankie was by my side. He took the receiver and I immediately shouted into the room "It is Jim!" Frank and Margaret stood and went into the living room. Frankie was speaking. "I miss you a lot, Jim, I'm so alone when John is not with me..." He was crying. "How do you manage to be together?" He almost could not answer. "We alternatively have sleepovers. I like him, Jim. Mom and dad are here. A great hug, Jim, and Happy New Year." "The same to you, my angel. Please give a hug to John." "I'll do on your behalf." He handled the receiver to Frank. "Son, my son! How do you feel Jim?" Jim's voice broke with emotions. "Sorry dad, but I'm not as strong as I should be." They questioned each other about all of us and the rest of the family, his mom was crying near her husband enable to take the phone. "Dad, I'm very happy, I would never thank enough to this family what they have done for me." "That family must be great; we hope to have the opportunity to thank them personally, sometime." Jim had his arm around Margarita's waist and she could see her boy's emotional moments. Then Jim added: "Dad, I want to introduce you to someone to whom I deeply love. She is the most adorable and beautiful girl in the world and now is near me, she is Margarita, Françoise's sister." He gave the phone to Margarita, she was a little reluctant, but she thought those persons would be her own family and she could not reject it. "Mr Martinez, Happy New Year!" "The same to you, my daughter. Welcome to our hearts, Margarita. Thank you very much to all of you for making Jim so happy. You will understand this when you have your own children. Thank you again." Margarita did not know what to say and handed the phone to Jim that continued speaking to his dad, then to his mom. Jim then asked for his elder brother Tomas and when finished she handed the phone to him. "Hi, great boy! How are you, brother?" Jim could not resist retaining his tears when he heard his real brother speaking to him. "Tomas, I miss you all a lot. We refer many times little Francis because here near all boys are blond as he is. How is the beautiful Joan?" "He still is very pretty; tonight we have warmed the house very much and the boys are wearing the clothes you have sent, they could not wait until summer. He is sat down on dad's knees, as usual." They chatted until Joan approached and took the receiver sending kisses to his uncle; finally, Frank ended the call because he thought they could not abuse that family. With Jim's call, we exploded in happiness. The feast went on until very late and all were exhausted from dancing, laughing, eating and drinking. Frankie and I went to bed and only had time to cuddle into each other arms, in one minute we were asleep. Probably, due to the time, I used to get up, 8:30; I woke up, but not totally. It was warm and comfortable; I was in the same position I had when we drifted to sleep. Without completely, I watched the beauty of my friend and his large eye-lashes, his rounded chin and pink cheeks; I could not help and I kissed his lips and chest; I cuddled even tighter into his chest; my hair under his chin; near in a murmur I said: "I'm glad you are here." I felt his hand that caressed my hair and a whisper saying. "I'm glad, too, my handsome friend." I did not say anything because I felt the happiest boy in the world. I grinned and we continued sleeping. Very much the same dream came again to my mind. We were a flock of angels, hand in hand; the twins, Francis, little Joan and myself. On one side, the twins were escorting Joan that was in the centre, and Francis and I on the other side. We flew from mountain to mountain, over the village church's tower and after that, over the countryside. It was spring and we watched a beautiful field covered with daisies and red poppies; in one corner, there was a large tree and a flat stone. One angel dressed in a white tunic and with long blond hair had sat down on the stone, the head between his hands looking to the west. We landed and approached from the east; we noticed the angel was sobbing. Little Joan touched him and asked: "Why are you crying, friend?" "Oh little angel, I have lost the most beautiful boy-angel that you can imagine, because last night I could not even speak to him; I cannot return without him to the Heaven." "Why? We are angels and we cannot lose our way to the Heaven. I'm sure he will find his way." "Maybe; nevertheless, I'll lose his love and I'll be sad for the rest of my existence. I won't be able to bear it." All of us were hearing in silence. Joan asked again. "Which is his name, perhaps we may find him?" "Oh, he has a beautiful name; his name's Jack and has a lovely tuft on his front hair. I adore him too much." At that moment, we realised the angel was a little beautiful blond girl; she was Helen. I raised my finger to my lips and all kept silence. I took her face from behind and kissed her very softly on the neck, she moaned and cried louder; then I rubbed tenderly one of her little teats and she knew whom I was. She lifted herself from the stone and stared at me with those deep brown eyes that I worshipped. "Oh Jack, my dear Jack! It is you." She caressed softly me and then he bit my earlobe because that was our password. I felt the tenderness of his teeth on my ear and I woke up. Yes, Frankie was really caressing me. He then asked: "I suppose you were dreaming. Who was the object of your dream?" "I was having a great dream again; we were in the flower field... And... she was sobbing because had lost me. She was Helen, Frankie. Why?" I blushed sheepishly. "Can you find out about dreams?" "No. I am not a sorcerer, but a connection must exist between her phone call and your dream." "Yes, you are right." It must be, however, I like her, though nothing compared with what I feel about you." "She might have lost you, but I haven't lost your dick." Saying that he buried himself under the cover, I felt his mouth on my erected cock and his pole in front of my lips. I did not hesitate a second. Eagerly I took his in my mouth and we started sucking each other, but not for a long time, because we were not tired. In a few minutes, our bodies reached the point of no return and again we enjoyed, once more, our mutual orgasms near at the same time. When our dicks were flaccid, he recovered his original position near me. We petted until we heard some knocks on the door. It was my mom. "Come on, boys; it is almost midday." "Yes mom, we'll be there in a minute." We got up, washed up, dressed and went downstairs to have a light breakfast. We spent the day playing with the rest, especially with the twins. Francis and little Joan joined the group sometime later. Christmas was almost over; however, January 6th is a general feast in Spain: "Mage Kings Day"; in this day, traditionally children receive toys and adults presents. I cannot remember what we received, but my father surprised the twins and everybody; that's why I remember that day. When they got up, came to my house very sad and with their eyes blurred. Mom asked them. "Louis, Manuel, why are you so sad?" Both went to my mom and hugged her around her big waist starting to sob quietly. I felt very pity for them when Manuel said. "The Kings have forgotten us. Everyone has received something, except us. Are we so bad that we don't deserve anything?" My mother ruffled their red hair and kissed them. "Are you sure they have forgotten you? You know, sometimes they are very fond of making pranks. Have you looked into the wood store?" The boys raised their intense blue eyes still wet with tears. Before I could move, they went thru the backyard to the place where we kept the dry wood for the fireplace and stove; I follow them up. They opened the door and found two beautiful guitars special for their age. With veneration, the boys touched the instruments and the boxes in which they were. I cannot describe those moments. Manuel yelled even stronger as when he received his climax. Those instants shaded all the events they would not forget in their lives. They kissed the guitars and went to hug mom, and to everyone they met. It was a glorious day. Classes resumed on January the 7th and the routine of every weekend; either in his house or in mine, we enjoyed our young lives in all aspects. On one Friday evening, near the end of January, mom told me: "Johnny, we are going to the city to make some purchases; we'll be here at 8:00 pm. You have some dinner ready, just in case we are late." "Thanks, mom, as soon as I finished my homework I'll go to play with the twins and Francis when they finish their chores too." They left and I continued my job. About an hour later, I had finished my works and was lying on the large couch reading a book that the teacher had recommended us to read. I heard the door opening and Nuria came in; she was so beautiful... The room was warm because I had started the fire before mom and dad had left. "Hi John, I told mom I have come so you could help me with some math calculations." "No problem, we have all afternoon available, dad and mom have gone to the city." She was carrying a notebook under her arm and a pencil in her hand. She put on the notebook on the table and sat near me; when I tried to raise myself, she said: "I don't need any help; in fact, I have already finished my homework." I looked perplexed at her, but not surprised, because it was not the first time she came with the other girls or with Francis to chat. She pushed me sat and continued: "I have come to get paid, you owe me something." "Do I?" I asked. "What is it?" I knew what she was referring to, but I did as if I had forgotten. "Don't you remember our card play?" "Sure I do, but you didn't tell me what my debt was; I supposed it was an ancient history." "No, I haven't." She got up and locked the door, just in case someone came. "I don't want anyone interfering." She then sat near me, and without any previous notice, she placed her arms around my neck and kissed me. I felt her red lips on mine and my body squirmed. Immediately I realised she still was naïve on kissing, so before she could do anything, I placed my arm around her back and pushed my lips, trying to part her teeth to enter in her sweet mouth. She resisted a little, but finally, she gave up and opened her mouth and our tongues met. I noticed the trembling on her body with that unexpected sensation; however, soon she felt the lovely feelings and started moaning with pleasure. I slipped my hand under her blouse and touched the hard pointing breasts; she was not wearing her normal little bra. I cupped one of them and this time I was the one to quiver; my cock was harder than a rock. I unbuttoned her blouse and raised her underwear. Tenderly I pushed her on her back on the couch, I took off my trousers and I started sucking one of her breasts. She gasped at my touches and grabbing my dick started caressing it. She shuddered when I put in my mouth one of her erect nipples; she was now quickly approaching her climax and I wanted that moment to last, so when I noticed she started moaning I left her breasts. "Please John, don't stop now." She murmured. I did not say anything; I got entirely naked and I undressed her. The view of that beautiful body and her cunt now pouring juice made me mad. I was very close to my orgasm and I wanted to delay it, but I could not control myself. I scooted down between her legs in order my dick did not touch her, fearing that I would cum immediately. I touched the little almond stone of her cunt, she quivered at my touch and the clit erected itself; I sucked it savouring the strange taste; she yelled in pleasure, however, I was very close to my climax. I scooted up to her face and started kissing her neck; at that moment, my dick touched her wet cunt and I could not stop my orgasm. I stopped breathing, I pushed down my hips against her, my dick was flat on her vagina and I groaned in pleasure. She was engulfed in her lust; nevertheless, she noticed my stop. "John, don't stop, don't stop, please." However, I needed to recover; so making an effort I continued sucking her. In other circumstances, I would have preferred to abandon myself on top of her and enjoy those moments, but I knew that was a crucial moment. Surely, we would not repeat it again. My body recovered quickly and I was again sucking her nipples, but now more relaxed and in control of my actions. Now was her time to suffer the eagerness. "Can I fuck you?" "Fuck me? Do you mean to put your thing inside me? "Yes. We are very young, so there is not any problem. "But I know that it will hurt. Isn't it?" "I don't know, this is my first time. I'll try it, if you feel it hurts, you must stop me." "Okay, go ahead, but slowly." With those few words, we got a little bit relaxed, so our climaxes delayed. I resumed my kissing and sucking, first her neck, armpits, lips, and those beautiful little breasts; I scooted down kissing and sucking her tummy and buttonhole. I licked the few hairs she had in her cunt. She was now again very excited; I touched her vagina and placed my dick at the entrance. I was mad about that moment and as an inexperienced boy that I was, I pushed hard down. I noticed how my dick entered that warm and slipping cave; however, soon it found a guardian that stopped its way down. I pushed harder and she screamed loudly. "Stop, stop! It hurts." I retreated. "Sorry. Let's trade positions so you have the lead." She was not very convinced; nevertheless, she was engulfed in our play and needed of a release; immediately she straddled me. She took my cock inside her vagina and pushed down, but soon she retreated reluctantly. She then started grinding on top of me, my dick inside her but without going further. Her long hair was on my chest and soon I felt her lips again on mine. Our tongues swirled inside our mouths, and her cunt grinding on my dick. We were mad and I did not understand how she did not reach her orgasm when I was near my second one. Soon I noticed she stopped breathing and pushed down her hips at the same time I helped her with my hands on her rounded butt cheeks. I moaned in pleasure as my orgasm hit my dick and her teeth bitted my shoulder. Instinctively she pushed down receiving her first real orgasm. I heard her yell mixed with pain. My dick did not go thru, but sure, it partially had torn her hymen. We were breathing hard and gasping for air; she slid to my side and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. After some time of relaxing, she said: "No a single word of this to anyone. Do you promise?" I grinned and I kissed her cheeks. Then I said: "We have time enough, we can do it again." I knew she was now under that sensation of regret and shame that Jim told us when boys start spurting semen. He had warned us that this disappears after a few minutes, and you would feel nothing, but relax; if you are mentally prepared. I understood what she was thinking and feeling in those moments. "No. It has been lovely John and you have been very tender, but there won't be next time." I reached my shoulder because I still was feeling a little pain. She opened her eyes and saw her teeth marks on them. "Sorry, John; I don't know what happened to me when I bit your shoulder. It was so intense that I could not help..." "Never mind, it doesn't hurt; however, I must take care mom cannot see it, otherwise she would start making questions..." She looked worried to me. Dressed, pecked me on my cheeks and grinned; I knew she had already recovered, but something stopped her to continue. She sat near me, touched my flaccid dick and kissed me again; but this time on the lips. "You have a nice and active little brother. I hope you'll get a nice girl to fuck; you are very good at it." She smiled at me as I dressed and she added, "You have well paid your debt." We laughed again. "It was really good, Nuria, and I'll never forget it." She smiled, stood and left. As she told me, there will never be the next time. She would have nice experiences with someone else, but that is part of another story. As soon as she left, I started reeling what had happened during the previous hour. My dick grew as all images came back into my mind; I had to jerk off twice that evening before dad and mom came back, and one again when I went to bed. "Would this change my love for Frankie?" I thought. However, the following day, when Frankie appeared at the doorframe all images of Nuria dashed away as if it had never existed. He had the power to fill my mind and to control my heart in all ways. When we were under the bed covers petting each other, he guessed something had happened. We were ready to start enjoying, our dick erected, then he separated a little bit from me, he caressed my hair, and rubbed my tuft: "Would you mind telling me what you have in your head? Is it Helen again?" "No. I wouldn't; but how do you know it?" "John, I know you have something to tell me since the moment I entered the house." I rubbed his naked chest and I started telling him what had happened the day before. "I thought it would affect us because I have been thinking about it the whole morning and I jerked off three times before I drifted to sleep; however, when you appeared at the door this afternoon, everything was gone from my mind; you and only your presence fill my mind and my heart. Nobody will hold my soul, Frankie; do you understand? Nothing or anybody will fill my heart and my mind as you do." He looked into my eyes and we hugged tenderly. "I know that, but it is a beautiful music hearing you telling me that. I know you were asked to keep it secret, however, you have told me all about." "Yes, I was. But we are as a single soul and person, so I don't violate my secret, you are me and I'm you." He looked again into my eyes and said: "John, you are the most adorable person in the world for me, and you can be sure that no one would replace you in my heart." Saying this he hugged me very tight, and then said: "Do you want to fuck me?" I did not know why, but some tears came to my eyes. We were not fond of someone fucking us, but he was ready to please me, even if he did not like it. I kissed him and I cuddle my head on his chest. "No, Frankie; unless you wish or need it; besides, you, like I, don't much want it." "I know, John; but you deserve anything and my soul and my body are yours." We hugged very softly and cuddled into each other arms. "I love you, John." "I love you, Frankie." A couple of minutes later we were hard asleep. Probably it was one of those many times that we were together in bed and we did not have sex but enjoyed the closeness of being as one. Chapter 27 ------------- Time elapsed quickly. A new teacher, a music professor, had provisionally joined the school staff contracted by Mr Hermann. He had been a prominent musician before the war; the Dictatorship suspended him as a professor, like many others, due to his political thoughts. The twins immediately joined the group of students that wanted to learn or improve their music level; Mr Hermann's aim was to form a good music band in the village. Winter finished and a new spring came with many flowers. Orange trees were in blossom and swarms of bees flew from tree to tree collecting the sweet pollen. Each of us received a letter from the JJ's school pointing out the date for the admission examination. We were excited and made some trials under Frank's supervision; we were confident of our capability to pass it. That day we took an early train to the city, Frank, my dad and both of us. We took a taxi and arrived at the school that was located on the outskirts of the large town. The school was larger than we thought; there were many red brick buildings scattered and surrounded by trees. We could see many boys playing soccer and other sports in the green fields. The whole installations groups of buildings were fenced with a brick-iron tall wall. Many boys and their parents were waiting at the main door of a large building. A young priest came and said: "Boys applying for a scholarship, please proceed to enter and sit down in one of the classrooms according to their surname's first letter. Normal students must go to the next building where there is a list showing the classroom where each one will be examined." We entered; there were two large classrooms; one for students' surnames A to L, and other from M to Z. We entered and the priest continued: "Please sit down one per desk." Two blond boys of about 12 y/o entered and placed themselves on each side of the priest. "These are Marco and Antonio Gilbert; they are twins and excellent students; they will act as my assistants." The boys grinned. "Should you need anything or make any question, they are ready to help you. They will distribute a set of pages like this one, with the name of each of you on top of it. You will only need to fill up the date and languages you would like to learn in this school in order of preference. Then you will have one hour to answer the questions shown on it. I must stress that the aim of this paper is to find out how prepared you are about general culture. Firstly, we will take into consideration the accuracy of the answer; and secondly, the time you spend; therefore, as soon as you are sure you have answered correctly all questions, you must deliver the set of papers to us. We will write down the time. We can check this exercise quickly, so, half an hour later we will name those students who have successfully passed the first part of the examination, so they continue in the second part. Is there any question that you want to make?" Nobody answered. The blond boys distributed the papers and the priest added. "Now you have ten minutes to fill the blank lines and to have a look at the papers' contents." The time elapsed and the priest said. "I'm confident that all of you will behave as excellent and honest students. Please start!" They had sat Frankie on my left in a different desk. We glanced at each other and concentrated on our task. Three-quarters of an hour later, we had finished. A blond haired boy stood and delivered his papers. We followed him and we gave them to the twins boys. They smiled at us and we left. The priest was punctual; after half of an hour, he came out with a list in hand. We were nervous and everybody kept silence. He started naming the successful candidates and we were amongst them. We entered again in the same room, but this time only twenty boys. The priest then said: "This is the last examination. You must make a free writing about a theme as shown in the papers: History, Society or Religion. The aim is to find out how you write, express and organize your work; the story as such will not be relevant, however, the orthography and syntax will have a relevant importance. You have two hours." Then Frankie and I stood and asked for an extra sheet. Then the priest asked, "Don't you have enough papers?" "Yes, but we need a half sheet to develop the scheme." The priest smiled and gave us one extra sheet to each of us and to the rest of the participants. One hour and a half took us to develop our work. We reread it before delivering it to the priest. When we were leaving, we met at the door the two blond brothers; they smiled at us and Antonio said: "We expect to be friends. If you have done like in the first part, we are absolutely sure we will be together in the school next term." "Thanks," Frankie said. "We have done the best that we can; now it depends on how the rest have worked." "Do you have a phone number?" The blond boy asked. "Yes, it is in our papers. What is it for?" "We cannot do this, but if we know something in advance we'll call you before the letter arrives. Please don't comment on it even with your parents." "Thanks, Marcus. We would much appreciate that." They shook hands with us and we left. Our dads were waiting for us outside; we explained all whereabouts of the examinations we had done. We showed the scheme that we kept in our pockets and Frank expressed his satisfaction. We returned to the farm where our moms were waiting for us. The priest had said that within two weeks we would receive a letter with the outcome. We were nervous and all the boys and girls came to ask us. Since it was Saturday, Frankie remained overnight on the farm; we needed it and they gladly accepted. When we were in bed and under the light cover, I hugged my friend and we started petting each other; soon we were in a sex play in a 69 position, sucking each other's cock. We needed to release our tensions, and a few minutes our bodies tensed and that nice feeling came to our crotches once more. When we recovered our breath and positions we lay in bed, Frankie behind me with his arms around my chest; from time to time, he caressed my head and I did on his arms. We kept silence for a while then I said: "Frankie didn't you notice anything on the blond twins in the school?" "Noticed what?" "Their manners, how they speak, how they walk." "Yes, I did. I wasn't sure, but now that you have the same impression as I had, I think they are queers, both of them." I turned, now facing Frankie. "That's my idea. It would be fantastic if we go into that school and have them as friends. We could fuck them all the time; they have very nice butts." Frankie smiled. "Don't you have enough with me?" "You are special and my lover." I kissed him tenderly on the lips. "Besides, we don't like to be fucked." "I don't like anyone, except you." "Are you suggesting we should fuck each other tonight?" "Why not? It has been a long time since we did it. I like from time to time to have your legs up on your chest and I insert my dick into your beautiful butt. Do you know you have the loveliest butt I ever saw?" Seconds later our tongues met and soon we were terribly hot; spring had its influence on us. "Let's fetch the oil." I rummaged in my desk until I found the little bottle; I poured some on his dick and I stroked it several times. What a lovely view! I lay on my back; he started sucking my nipples as I stroked his dick; he then took into his mouth my whole package and sucked eagerly. "I'm near, Frankie," I said. He stopped, scooted a little bit down, and raised and extended my legs to my chest; my knees not far from my face and my butt showing up. He pointed his dick to my hole, pushed and with a couple of thrusts; he was all the way into me. I felt full of him and his face near mine as I spread my legs. I dragged him to me and we kissed passionately; at the same time, he was rubbing my dick. I noticed how his face changed into a grimace of pleasure; soon he was humping on me in/out. I felt my orgasm approaching as a strong wind sweeps the fields. I dragged his head to me as he gave a final push into me; our bodies tensed and we groaned as orgasms hit us, collapsing into a loving embrace, breathing and gasping for air; his head resting on my left shoulder. We remained like that for some minutes without saying anything. Finally, he moved and slid to his left side with a great smile. "Now it is your turn." "I don't need it, maybe some other day; I prefer to watch you, my beautiful lover." He looked into my eyes, kissed my hair, my nose and my lips; then he said: "There is no one more beautiful than you, John; at least for me." We hugged very tightly, put off the lights, and drifted to sleep. We continued with our daily routine; however, we could not put off from our minds what we were waiting for. We had recently started school springtime, by which we had school Monday to Friday. I was saying goodbye to Frankie when the phone rang: "It is for you, Frankie." His mom said: "Hello, Frankie, it is me, Marcus." "Marcus! Glad to hear from you, do you have any news?" "Yes, you must keep it as confidential, but I have seen the list and you and John are heading it with the best qualifications." Frankie could not speak. "Are you there, Frankie?" "Yes, sorry Marcus." Then I took the phone. "Marcus, I'm John. Thanks for your call; we don't want you to be caught." Then slowing my voice I added: "A great hug and a better kiss on your lovely lips." Marcus blushed and grinned. "Goodbye, boys. I'll see you soon." He hanged up the phone and ran to see his brother. "They know we are homosexual, brother, and it seems they don't mind." His brother smiled as they entered the sports fields. You can imagine the explosion of happiness. Frankie hugged his mom and dad, as he entered at that moment, his beautiful face with tears. I did the same. Then Frank said: "I think we should phone your family, John." "No. I will tell them personally. I want to give them a good surprise." "Mom, can I go with him and tell it to Tomas?" "Yes, but don't forget to return here not too late." "We'll do before nightfall." We took the bikes and pedalled to the farm. I think we were flying more than running. I entered the house and I found my dad. I jumped onto his arms and I hugged him very tight; I near made him fall. That was the last time I hugged my dad like that. "We have passed the examination, dad! Mom heard the news and she hugged us making a heap on the sofa with all four together. Then Frankie ran to his brother's home and the scene repeated. Within minutes, the farm was a feast. The following week we received the letter from the school notifying us of the news that we had already heard a week before. They called our parents and us for a meeting on Friday morning of the following week. It seemed that those days were for good news. I was ready to go to bed when the phone rang; I pick the receiver up, and before I could say anything, the sweetest voice I could imagine softly said. "Is there the Hell? I would like to speak to Jack, the worst of the evil." Oh my God! My legs trembled with emotion. It had been weeks since I did not hear from Helen; I knew her family had some problems and I did not want to interfere with them. I deeply sighed. "Only an angel could guess about my happiness, and you are that angel." I could not continue because she interrupted me. "Jack, I'm sorry for cutting your Christmas phone call; we are having some... let's say family problems and at those moments we had not good news." "Don't forget you are my protector angel, you don't need to be sorry about anything. I would like to see you and share my happiness with my angel." "I have not much time available and Lucy is here with me; if everything is alright, next Sunday you can hide the bikes not far from the church and we can disappear quickly before anyone come out from the mass." "I'll be there, my precious angel." I could not add anything, quickly and softly she said: "I worship you, my evil." The line went dead. The next days until Friday I was living in the skies, my mind was whirlwind. I told it to my friend and he understood and agreed to our meeting with the girls on Sunday. As soon as we arrived at the school, the priest received us in the same classroom. It was almost full with all boys plus the families. We could see the blond haired boy also with his family there. The priest then said: "First of all, welcome to our school and congratulations to you all. Parents, you must be very proud of your sons, they all did very well. Now we have a busy morning. My two assistants will take the boys for a health checking, once it is finished, all successful boys will become students of this institution. They will start on the first day of September. While they are being checked, we will talk with parents about conditions, times, etc." At that moment, Marco and Antonio entered, they gazed at us with a grin on his face and both blushed. They were not very pretty boys as little Francis or Frankie, but they had lovely blue eyes, nice chin with dimples on their cheeks when they laughed, and the most beautiful and gracious snub nose. We liked them. Antonio then said: "Please, boys, follow us." We trailed them to a white building and entered a large room full of lockers. "Well boys, you can find on the first locker ten gowns; you must get naked and wear one. We'll call you in pairs for the medical checking. We hope you won't feel embarrassed, we are all boys and not girls or adults here." One black haired boy was near me; in a slow voice, he said: "I would like to see here all beautiful girls' bodies." I grinned and looking at him, I whispered. "You should be more careful. It is supposed you have applied for a place in a priest school, girls are banned here." "I know. I did not want to come, but my dad forced me to do so. Never mind, I also like beautiful boy arses if I have not a girl available." In one of the corners was near naked the short blond boy, he probably was a little bit embarrassed, because he was with his face to the locker; however, he was showing us his little-rounded butt. The black haired added. "For instance, I wouldn't mind fucking that lovely butt." Frankie looked at him sternly and said: "You shut up, bigmouth! Unless you are rich or want to get into problems." The boy looked at Frankie; he did not expect our reaction. In fact, we did it for his benefit, and he knew it. "Sorry, sometimes I'm stupid. I'm poor, like most of us." "In that case, take care of what you say and to whom you speak to," I added. "I'm sorry again. I'm sure my dad would say the same as you." Most of the boys tried to hide their privates or, at least, not bragging about them; nevertheless, this boy did not care; he undressed and everybody could see his naked body. He had a large dick for an 11 y/o boy, hanging balls and a few pubes on his crotch, which proved he was more matured than we were. While I was wearing my gown, I asked him: "How old are you?" "I was 12 last January. Why?" "Well, it explains you look more developed than we are." He grinned satisfied and in low voice, he said: "Yes. I have the largest dick amongst my friends, and when we jerk off, I'm the only one that..." He stopped as the twins appeared on the door. Antonio said: "Please, John Mora and Frankie Martinez, come with us." We left the room as they smiled at us. "You are the first two to be examined by the doctors; it goes according to the results in the access proofs." We went thru a large passage and entered a small waiting room with nobody there, Marcus knocked on the internal door and we heard a man voice "Come in". We undressed and two doctors, one each, went thru our young bodies, touching and exploring, at the same time they were writing down their results on a pad. I lay on a little stretcher and the doctor took my dick foreskin down, so my dickhead was uncovered. He grinned and I blushed because I knew what he was thinking. Then we were x-ray examined. He then said, "You are suitable for this school." He gave me a little envelope with a piece of sheet where he had marked "Apt". Please, give this to the priest." We left and at the same time, the black haired boy and the short blond one entered. Marcus closed the door. I winked Frankie and both at the same time we took the twins faces in our hands and kissed them on the lips. It was so quick that they did not expect it. I watched Marcus blue eyes opened wide; however, he did not reject my action. They blushed when we separated. Then I said: "I like to pay my debts." After one minute or so, Marcus said: "We, we... well; I suppose you guessed we are..." I interrupted him. "You are good friends and that what matters." "Unless you are... too; you are strange boys." Frankie looked into Antonio's eyes and said: "We aren't; but we recognize good persons, we love being with them and have fun. We suppose this must be a boring place unless you have friends with whom to have fun from time to time." The twins grinned openly showing their lovely dimples. Antonio said: "We'll be very glad being your friends if you like us. We are sure we'll have fun." We grinned as he added. "Now let's go, we must bring the next two. Then, near in a whisper, he added. "You know how to kiss, I'm sure you know a lot about our business," I answered: "You can bet for it." We laughed and soon were dressed. We said goodbye and joined our families, delivering our envelopes to the priest. He then said: "Well, families, we'll see you on the first Monday of September in this place. Meantime we wish you a good summer." We shook hands and left. After a few purchases and jokes, we returned home. Frankie remained in the village and we took our little truck to the farm. We explained in detail our stay in the JJ's School and the final medical checks. The next day Frankie came before noon, we played with the rest of the boys, and after lunch, we took our bikes; at that moment, Francis approached: "Where are you going? Can I go with you? "Francis, we need to be alone to talk about our future; in a couple of hours we'll play again; nevertheless, we'll be at the angel field, we can wait for you there. Is it ok with you?" The little fair-haired boy smiled. "I understand; I may go with the twins to fetch you when they return from their music class." "Okay, we'll be there." We rode our bikes for several paths until we arrived at a hilly field hidden by trees. "Frankie, please, close your eyes and do not open them until I say it to you." I guided my friend during a few minutes uphill, then turned on the left and stopped under a large tree. I took both bikes and left against the tree, and then I said, "Now you can open your eyes!" He looked astonished to the view in front of him. It was part of our farm and I wonder why that meadow was free of trees. It was a large portion of land surrounded by trees covered by millions of white-yellow daisies and red poppies. "This is beautiful, John! How did you know it was here?" "It is the place where my dream with you and Helen as an angel takes place. In that stone we found you crying because you had lost me." He looked into my eyes, and I melted as he sighed. "John, let your dream partially come true. I know my role because you have told me." He started to undress, in fact, we only wore shorts, shirt, underwear and sandals; it was hot in May and especially at that time; I did the same and he sat on the stone as I had seen him in my dreams; only he needed the wings because he was even prettier. He made as he was crying, I approached from behind and I extended my arms around his chest. I could see his dick erected pointing out. "Why are you crying, my beautiful angel?" He then grinned and answered changing a little bit the wording: "Because I have lost my lover, he is my best friend. I will die if I cannot be with him. He is my love, my heart, my life; if he is lost or dead I'll be dead, too; because my life would have no object without him being near me." In spite that he was representing his role, he really felt what he was saying because I saw a blur on his beautiful eyes. I could not stand and I hugged him very tight and tenderly. "You will never lose me, my angel. I'll be near you as long as you want me." We stayed in the middle of the beauty of the meadow lying down on a flowerbed, our bodies together and our hard dicks pushing against our crotches. Soon we changed into a passionate momentum. "I would want to eat you without hurting your precious body." "Go ahead." I was on top of him and started licking and sucking his chin, his neck and his nipples. I turned and advanced licking his navel at the same time mine was on top of his face. I felt his tongue touching and licking my body. I trembled; went further and met his cock, its head half covered peeking out thru the foreskin and with a drop of clear liquid on his pee slit. I could not help and I put it into my mouth as I felt mine into his. I wanted to eat his entire package into my mouth, but our bodies had grown a lot during the last weeks, and what I could do a few months ago now it was impossible; the tip of his dickhead touched my throat intending to get all into me. We sucked each other keenly caressing his ball sack at the same time. I felt my orgasm approaching quickly and I heard his loud moans thru his nose. I left his dick and he left mine. I turned again and I started kissing him in all parts of his beautiful face, quivering and gasping. "I want this to last forever." "I do, but we are very hot." He smiled. In addition, that beautiful grimace made me mad and I started again sucking him. I lapped his crotch and I could notice the near imperceptible white fuzz that had started to grow at the base of his dick, announcing the coming puberty. That even excited me more. I sucked his balls, one after the other; his dick touching my ear I continued licking between his smooth and white legs. I near screamed when I felt his tongue between my legs and balls, so I could not resist anymore. I returned to his dick and saw two drops of precum running down his dickhead. I lapped them and I savoured the salty flavour like blood. My body tensed as I felt the need of pee coming up to my dickhead; I sucked him and our bodies stopped breathing, I got as rigid as a log when that tremendous feeling exploded into me. I pushed down into his mouth and he pushed up his hip into mine. I collapsed on top of my lover until I recovered my breath; then I continued sucking him until I noticed his little brother was fully satisfied, at least for the moment. I recovered my original position but on my right side, looking into his eyes and him into mine. Instinctively we kissed on the lips long. We were sweating and hot under the warm sun of the afternoon. We had been very stressed during the past days and now we had released all our tensions thru our sexual acts. This action drove us to a tender bliss and somnolence and soon we were hard asleep cuddled in a sweet embrace. Two hours later, we woke up as we heard boys' shouts on the distance calling us. We rubbed our eyes and my friend said: "I think we had a great and disserved siesta. Let's dress, Francis will be here in a moment and he doesn't know anything about our dream." We quickly put on the shorts, then I stood and waved the boys; the twins, little Joan and Francis were approaching the tree. We ran and met them in the middle of the meadow. We played for some time and then returned to the farm. That was a lovely weekend: good weather, good health and our childhood, that within a little more of one year, would go into another exciting time: the puberty and adolescence. That is part of other chapters. End of Part III