Date: Tue, 30 Sep 2008 18:18:29 -0700 (PDT) From: d ap Subject: Four Friends (02) Four Friends -- Chapter Two: The First Time This is the next part of the story of Marcelo and Camilo. Once again I should warn you that this story is about homosexual activities between boys, so if you are not legally old enough to read it, or if this sort of story is illegal where you are, please stop now! I should also point out that although these boys don't use a condom, I would strongly advise my readers to use them, especially if you are engaged in casual sex or are with a partner you don't know well. The first chapter received a very well reception. I many thanks to David Clarke and JJ their assistance. David Clarke deserves my warmest acknowledgement. In this opportunity I want give my thanks to Ron, Joey, Les Reed, Bob, Bill, Paul, for their enthusiastic comments and encouragements. Finally my best regards to Nifty Archives webmaster for his patience with my first chapter and the acceptance of my tale. --------------------------------------------------- If Camilo found my buttocks fascinating, I was no less interested in his genitals, which might give you an idea of where this story is going -- though in fact stories like this don't always follow the obvious path... Anyway, we needed a rest -- well, I needed one, although Camilo didn't seem in the least bit in need of a break. Nevertheless, he was patient enough to wait for me to get my breath back. Camilo's fantasy might have been my buttocks, but I also had my own ideas as to what I wanted to try. We arranged him face down on the bed, next to me, with his head against my shoulder and his ass in the air, so that I could see the perfect profile of his round butt. It was an overwhelmingly exciting sight. I slipped downwards, took up position behind him and put my dick between his cheeks in the classic hotdog position, and as I began to move against him Camilo spread his legs. It was what I had been hoping for, but the wicked boy was going to have to wait a while. I kissed his neck and then took his ear into my mouth, nibbling on it and then sticking my tongue into the opening. "Oooohhh!" he moaned. I kissed him for a long time, his ear, his face and then his mouth, capturing his tongue and sucking on it like a sweet piece of candy, while he got his face as close to mine as he could, silently demanding to be kissed. Camilo was mine. I moved down as far as his shoulders, licking and kissing his skin all the way, and then onwards and lower, his spine, his hips -- and then his buttocks. I squeezed him gently and continued my downward voyage of exploration until at last my face was against his butt, his beautiful ass. I slipped my hands between his legs and fondled his balls, and then his fascinating dick, but all the time my real objective was his hole. Roughly I forced his legs wider using my elbows, and once again that hole appeared before my eyes like a trophy that I could win easily. I sank my tongue into his hole, and all Camilo could do was to emit a long sigh: "Ffffffsssshhjjj!" I licked it urgently and unrestrainedly, forcing my tongue into his hole as if it were lined with honey, and his aroma, texture and indeed the mere sight of his anus were driving me crazy. He opened to me unreservedly, and each movement of my tongue made him quiver. I forced my tongue as far in as it would go, though this was only a couple of centimetres, and then started licking madly the entire length of his crack, loving the change of texture each time my tongue met the wrinkles around his hole. I simply adored the way that his entrance, so freely offered to me, pulsed and twitched with life each time the tip of my tongue came into contact with it. I forced his cheeks as far apart as I could, and each time my tongue licked against his anus Camilo gave a repeated moan: "OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh, OOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhh," "Camilo, could I... could I please put a finger in there?" I asked, repeating his question of a few minutes previously. "Mmmja!" he replied, which I took to mean `Yes'. There was plenty of my saliva already on his cheeks and hole, enough to make them shine in the light... I put the tip of my forefinger against the tiny mouth, which twitched in a way that seemed clearly to be an invitation to proceed, rather than a rejection. Indeed, my finger was made welcome as I advanced it up to the first joint, slipping it slowly inside him. The heat of his insides was scary. I pulled it back a little and pushed once more, a little more forcefully, this time going beyond the first joint of my finger. Camilo's response was a cry of "auuuch!" which was pretty clearly an expression of pain. "Camilo, do you want me to put some lube on it?" I asked. "Y... yes, please!" I stood up and ran to my parents' room, looking for my mother's hand cream. I couldn't find it, but in my sister's room I found some Nivea body lotion. I ran back to my bedroom and found Camilo exactly as I had left him, face down with his legs wide apart, so I got back into my previous position, poured a fair amount of the pleasant-smelling, thick liquid into my hand and spread it across his crack and around his hole. It was pretty cold, and Camilo commented on the fact, loudly. "Don't worry, I'll soon warm you up," I told him. My fingers were covered in cream now, so I said, "Is it okay to start again?" "Yes, but take it slow," he said. I put the tip of my forefinger against his hole again, and said, "Try pushing back this time. That way you'll be controlling how fast it goes in, okay?" He supported himself with his elbows and pushed, hesitantly, and his anus opened a little, allowing my finger to slip in as far as the first joint, as before. We both held still for a few seconds so that he could get used to it, and then I felt a little tremor and I was able to move my finger further inside. And this time there was no complaint, just a gasp of pleasure: Camilo seemed to have discovered that if he pushed out my finger could gain entrance without hurting him. I'd been pretty sure that was the case. "Cami, push out as if you were having a shit," I told him. He did that, and I could feel pressure against my finger trying to expel me, but I wouldn't cede him a millimetre. And when he stopped pushing my finger seemed to be almost sucked further in, right up to the second joint this time. And now it did seem to hurt, because Camilo yelled "Aaaahhh! Get it out, just a bit -- please?" I withdrew a little, but not all the way: now that I had got this far I was in no mood to relinquish my prey. Carefully I pushed it in again, and this time it sank more easily into his hot, tight tunnel. Camilo writhed and made a noise that indicated a level of pleasure that he had not reached before, so I pushed yet further until it was all the way in, right down to the root. "OOOOooooooaaaaaaahhhhh, ooooaaaaaa, ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh !"  went Camilo. I withdrew slowly and felt his body pushing me out, trying to expel the intruder, so I pushed it in again and got a similar response from Camilo -- "fffffffffsssssshhhhhhhooooouuuuuu!" The walls of his rectum pulsed with a life of their own, and the pressure was making Camilo tremble like crazy. I kept my finger where it was. The warmth and tightness of his tunnel were incredible. I rotated my finger slowly, and this got a definite reaction. "Oh, fuuuuuuck! That's fucking amazing, you fag! Oooooh... Fuck, that's goooood!" His swearing just drove me onwards and encouraged me to go further still: I forced my finger straight in, saying, "Let's explore this delicious cave a little further, sweet Cami," and for the first time the tip of my finger found the hard little knot on the other side of the wall. Camilo shook violently, almost leaping clean off the bed, and a howl escaped his throat: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAgggggghhhhhhh!! What did you do to me? That was incredible!" I did it again and got the same result. Now I added my middle finger, and even with two fingers I was able to penetrate him with virtually no resistance. On the contrary, he seemed to welcome the double intruders eagerly. Once again I started working away inside him, and each touch on his prostate made him pant and gasp with pleasure. "Camilo... could I... that is... may I fuck you?" I asked. "Yes! Oh, God, yes!" he exclaimed, enthusiastically. I withdrew my fingers, picked up the bottle of lotion and poured a little onto my dick, which was already starting to leak a little precum. I took up position behind him, took hold of myself and tried to find his entrance, but my eagerness made me clumsy and I couldn't get into the correct place. "Help me!" I begged, and Camilo reached back, took hold of my slippery cock, guided it into position against his hole and told me to push. I pushed. There was some resistance, but after adjusting the angle I managed to get it right and the tip of my penis began to penetrate him. "Ohhhh!" he gasped. I pushed a little more, and this time I got the entire head inside his entrance. I could feel him opening before me, but there was still plenty of resistance to overcome, and I knew I had to get past that before his anus was really all mine. So I pushed some more until my shaft was starting to slip inside. "Stop!" he cried. "I mean... just... just hold it for a moment! Please, Marcelo!" I stopped moving, giving him a few seconds to get used to it. I felt him twitching as he tried to accommodate more of me, and the muscles around his sphincter tightened. It felt brilliant, like a small fist closing around my dick. I sank a few millimeters further into him; gasping at the same time as he did. Maybe the first five centimeters of me were now inside him, having already conquered a land that didn't want to offer any more resistance -- and each movement he made allowed me to sink a little further into him, the first cock ever to penetrate this hitherto unconquered terrain. Deeper and deeper I went, slowly, the initial pain steadily being replaced by pleasure -- not only for me, but apparently for Camilo, too. His grip tightened on the towels we were lying on, and his hips went on moving, each movement making it easier for me to advance -- until finally I was completely inside him. All the way, man! There it was, a perfect fit inside him, though I kept pressing against him, trying to get even further inside. Camilo twitched a little, though with my 54 kilos pressing down on him he couldn't move a lot. I drew back a little, and he went "Oooooooooppssssjjjjff!", and then I pressed down once more, and he went "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!" -- a prolonged gasp as I nailed him once more. "Camilo, is that okay?" I gasped, breathing heavily. "Oh, God, yes! Go on, Marce, fuck me -- it's brilliant! Fuck me, Marce -- good and slow... take it out and push it in again...please..." It was more than a simple request: he was absolutely begging me. I pulled back until it was almost all the way out and then slowly forced it in again, the walls of his channel seeming almost to suck me into him, overcoming the resistance of his sphincter and pulling me deep inside his tunnel of pleasure. Every thrust seemed to excite Camilo more, his hoarse gasps seeming to grow with every thrust. Each time I drew almost all the way out and then forced it in again, and his pleasure seemed to mount steadily. I began to speed up a little, getting steadily faster and faster, and shoving it in harder every time, until eventually I was fucking him properly, fast and almost brutally hard. "Camilo!" I gasped with each thrust. "Camilo... Camilo... Camilo..." I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the abyss, until "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhh!" I cried, flooding his insides with my liquid, lubricating his tunnel even more and shoving as hard as I could in order to deliver my cream to the innermost part of the cave. And then I collapsed on top of him, spent, crushing him beneath my weight. "Oh, God," breathed Camilo, "that was incredible. You actually fucked me, you fag... you amazing, brilliant fag! Oh, fuck..." I could feel my dick softening inside him, until it had diminished far enough for his sphincter to be able to expel it without effort. I lay on top of him, still breathing heavily, and overwhelmed with the feeling I'd got fucking my new friend for the first time. Eventually I rolled off him and looked at his butt. The hole was closed once more, but there was a strange mixture of cream, poop and spunk around it -- and on my softened dick too, I saw, looking at myself. "Hey, look at this," I said, and he touched his hole, surprised to find such a mixture around it. He went to the bathroom and came back with some toilet paper, wiping himself until he was clean and then handing me the roll. I took a piece and cleaned myself up, leaving some unsavory marks on the paper. "Hey, you pooped on me, you queer!" I laughed, and he laughed with me. He looked a little embarrassed, though, an expression which I quickly disposed of by planting a solid kiss on his lips and then nuzzling at him. "So, Cami," I asked, "did you like that?" "Oh, YES! It was brilliant -- you've got a gorgeous dick, and it felt so good... it was fantastic! You really fucked me, Marce!" I was absolutely exhausted, but I knew that it was Cami's turn now. It was pretty obvious that Camilo had thoroughly enjoyed being on the receiving end of the experience, and that made me keen to find out for myself what it was like. It didn't take him long to ask. His cock was already starting leak a little with slick precum, so I wasn't at all surprised when he asked, "Marce, may I fuck you?" He looked at me anxiously. To be honest, I was a bit worried about what this was going to feel like, and I forced myself to give him a quick nod before I could change my mind -- after all, it seemed likely that this was going to hurt a bit. But I simply couldn't say no to this beautiful boy, whose wonderful little braids seemed to be fluttering in some intangible breeze. After all, I told myself, Camilo had apparently enjoyed it: maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all. So I set my doubts to one side -- after all, I could always say `Stop' if it hurt too much... I ducked straight down onto his dick and slipped it into my mouth, determined to taste the juice of his desire, and I sucked and licked at him for a few seconds. Camilo moved the pillow from the head of the bed and put it in the middle, and it was pretty obvious what he had in mind. He hugged me gently and put his mouth against mine, and I happily relaxed in his arms. I knew he was going to use lotion, of course, but I was still a little nervous: I really didn't want to get hurt... His hand slid down across my chest, paused briefly at my nipples, continued on past my belly and then took hold of my complete works, balls and all. My erection returned immediately. I felt him reach out and heard the glugging nose of the lotion as it poured from the bottle into his hand. He let go of me and I watched him tilting the bottle to pour even more into his hand, a great gloop of the viscous liquid -- and I knew where that liquid was heading for! He rolled me over and forced my thighs apart, and then put his well-lubricated hand straight onto my crack. The liquid was cold, and I trembled, but didn't object. I felt a finger --I wasn't sure which -- probing at me, exploring, until it found what it was looking for. It wandered around the edge of my hole. He took hold of one buttock and said, "What a sweet butt you have -- it's just like a girl's, Honey!" -- and at the same moment he slipped his finger inside my anus. It felt nice, having him actually inside me, and I gave a gasp, though it was more of surprise than actual pleasure. Camilo didn't say anything, but he began to move his finger around. That felt strange: my hole yielded to the pressure and I found myself involuntarily tightening and loosening my sphincter, almost as if I needed a dump -- but it gave me a feeling of pure pleasure, too. I decided to help Camilo a bit, so I took hold of my buttocks and forced them open, hoping Camilo would be able to do what he wanted to do (and what I wanted him to do, too!) unhindered. "Ride the pillow, Marce," he said, and I positioned myself on the altar, ready for sacrifice, as he instructed. His finger slipped out as I moved. I arranged myself face down, ass in the air, legs spread wide, lubricated and with my buttocks spread by my own hands. It was highly undignified, but I didn't care: I wanted to offer myself to him completely: I wanted to be penetrated -- to be fucked. I really wanted him to fuck me. This time Camilo put a different finger inside me -- I could tell, the difference in thickness was obvious, and it made my hole contract, only to discover that this contraction had in fact drawn the invader even further inside me and left my anus even more open to him. It felt astonishing: "AAAAAAaaaaahhhhh!" I went, a sound of pure pleasure. Camilo reacted by moving his finger around, overcoming the remaining resistance of my sphincter, and it felt amazing: I felt my resistance dissolve until he was all the way inside me, right down to the root of his finger. By now my fears had dissolved away into smoke and ashes, and I just wanted more of the sensation his finger was giving me. "Ooooohhhhhhh... more, Cami, please!" I begged, and the little bastard obeyed, but not entirely. He took his finger all the way out, and then returned to the attack, this time with what I was certain were two fingers. Again, I contracted against them, with the same result: they were drawn further into me, and I could feel the walls of my entrance trying to cope with the increased thickness. "Slowly, Cami, please -- and be careful!" I begged. "Okay, I'm going to hold them where they are," he said. "Now I want you to press out, as if you were having a shit." I took a deep breath and steeled myself to do it, aware of a sensation that was not quite pleasure and not quite pain. It was frightening, but at the same time very seductive. So I tightened my stomach and pushed, and when I relaxed his fingers were able to move more easily past my sphincter and so deeper inside me. And then the bloody boy moved a finger and pressed against my prostate. "OOOOOOOOouuuooooh!" I went, a howl that was drawn from deep in my throat, and which was repeated each time he manipulated my prostate. The violating finger did not withdraw, but instead began to move in and out, each little thrust causing fireworks of pleasure in my brain and involuntary little jerks from my pelvis. Camilo pulled his fingers out, got on top of me and said, "Okay, Marce, I'm going to fuck you now." I simply nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I felt his weight as he pressed down on me, searching for and then finding my anus with the head of his penis. He pressed a little more and I felt my hole open up far enough to accommodate his head. If his fingers had felt big against my hole, the head of his penis felt huge. He stopped for a moment to allow me to get used to it, and then pressed forward again. "Push out, Marce," he said. "Push as if you were trying to shit." I did that, several times, and felt myself opening up, while the pressure built inside my rectum. And now that he was past the entrance the sensation was unbelievable, quite the most amazing thing I had ever felt -- I was having so many incredible sensations today, but I just couldn't get enough, like an addict who is never satisfied but who has to go on to try the next amazing thing. His knob went beyond my anal ring, and that was my virginity gone for ever -- and then he sank deep inside me, taking me to a new high, a sensation far beyond anything I had ever imagined. I couldn't speak -- I just wanted the whole experience to start over, right from the beginning. Maybe I somehow communicated this to Camilo through my body, or perhaps he read my mind -- or maybe he just wanted the same thing as me. He pulled slowly back, almost all the way out, and it left my insides feeling empty as he withdrew. I tried to hold him in, squeezing my ass tight so as to hug his beautiful cock, crushing it with my most secret place. He didn't take it out of me completely, just drawing back as far as my anus, which opened for him willingly as he pressed forward again, sliding without any resistance back into me, and again I was overwhelmed by the sensation. "Oh, God, man, that feels sooooo... more, Cami! That's perfect -- go on, Cami, fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I could feel his perfect piece of meat opening me right up, his stiffness penetrating me completely. When his dick was once again deeply inside me ("All the way, man!"), I simply wanted to keep it there. Camilo could feel the throbbing and pulsing of my rectum, and I'm sure it was driving him insane with pleasure, because I could feel him starting to shake -- and then he cried, "Marce! Marce! Oh, God, I think I'm going to cum!" "Don't you dare, you fag!" I cried. "Fight it! Hold it back... come on, you damned queer, hold it in... relax... yes, that's right, calm down..!" "Are you enjoying this, Marcelo -- I mean, really enjoying it?" "Yes! Yes, yes, yes! It's brilliant... come on, Cami, do it some more, please!" Camilo seemed to have mastered his initial need to cum, leaving me twitching like a girl desperate to reach orgasm. He pressed it into me again, making me moan and writhe about once more, and now he started to speed up, pulling it back and driving it in harder and harder. And every thrust forced the walls of my tunnel apart mercilessly. I could feel that he was on the absolute brink of insanity here, and then: "UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUoooooooooooooaaahhhhhh!!!!!" he cried, and he shoved so hard that I was sure his dick would reach right up into my stomach. His penis pulsed over and over again as his body crushed me against the bed. I knew that every throb of his penis was releasing a gush of sperm deep inside me, flooding my channel with it. Finally he stopped moving with his dick wedged deep inside me, so I squeezed it and relaxed rhythmically a few more times to increase his pleasure as much as I could. I reached back and managed to stroke his ass, and I could feel him trembling and panting like an exhausted animal, completely drained. I felt his softening dick slip out of me like a snake. "Hey, Camilo?" I said. "Could you move a little? You're squashing me." In fact I could hardly breathe. With a superhuman effort he rolled off to one side. "That's better. You okay?" I asked. His eyes closed and still breathing heavily, he could only muster a small nod of the head. "Marce," he murmured, almost inaudibly, "I... I... I l... lo... I love you." "Hey, Cami," I replied, I love you, too." It seemed the obvious reply. Slowly recovering from his orgasm, Camilo opened his eyes and saw me smiling gently at him. "Marce," he said, his voice unsteady, "this isn't just... I mean... I don't just want to do it with you. It's more than that. I love you." I looked at him, feeling something slipping from my anus onto my scrotum. I knew what it was. Ignoring it completely I looked at Camilo, astonished at what he was saying. I was shaken by an uncontrollable emotion, one that made my thirteen-year-old's lips quiver and my eyes tear up and start to leak like those of a pathetic little four-year-old. We were really too young for this: we had had gay sex and we were falling helplessly in love with each other. "Camilo," I said, "I... well, I... I love you, too." ------------------------------------------------------- If you're enjoying this story and want more, please write to me at dap_cl@yahoo.com -- suggestions are welcome, and I will be happy to answer you whether your comments are positive or negative -- all views will be gladly received. After all, if it turns out I really can't do this, it's better that I find out about it -- then I can stop trying to write and go back to just reading other writers' stories, rather than inflicting my efforts on an unhappy audience. I am very much aware that I'm by no means a professional writer, just an enthusiastic amateur with a deranged imagination that goes right back to my own childhood. If you like it, though, please say so -- that way I might be encouraged to keep the story going!