Date: Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:49:05 -0700 (PDT) From: d ap Subject: Four Friends (04) Fourth Part -- Thaaaaaat niiiiiiiiiight... Translated and edited by David Clark from Spanish Version (... many thanks, David...). Also, I acknowledge the commens of Thomas, Donald, Joey, plus those ones of the enthusiastic Ron... JJ thanks... once again... So, let's go... This is the continuation of the story of Marcelo and Camilo. Once again, be warned: this is a story about homosexual activities and relationships between young teens. If you're under age, go away. Likewise, if this sort of story is illegal where you live, you should stop right here. In this chapter Marcelo and Camilo continue their eventful evening... I've mentioned before that there is no mention of condoms in this story. In real life, I would strongly advise you to use them, especially if you don't know your partner very well. You'll also read descriptions of drug use, and here also you need to be sensible: if you're going to use drugs, stay away from the steering wheel! All the names in this story are invented, and any resemblance to any real person is entirely coincidental. Okay, off we go: After a little while we managed to regain control of ourselves, and Camilo settled back into my arms. "Hey, dude," he asked, "how come you speak English sometimes?" The question surprised me a bit. I smiled. "Well, I go to a school where the classes are given in English, and after a bit you get used to it. And sometimes when I get nervous my brains go to mush and I start spouting rubbish. I'm sorry -- it just happens." "Cool! I wish I could speak English! I'm not that good at school, though. How about you?" "Welllll... pretty good, actually. I haven't got a lot of choice, though: my dad is one of those people that you can't disappoint, and he's expecting me to follow education for a long way. He says if you're going to do something, you have to do it to the best of your ability..." I shrugged. "And, like I told you, EVERYTHING Mr Walsh tries has to be perfect." In fact I'm about the best student in my school, but I wasn't going to say that to my boyfriend right now. "To be honest, he's tough to talk to. He's an electronics engineer. What about your dad?" "Well... my dad only got his high school diploma." He seemed a bit embarrassed, and so he changed the subject abruptly. "I have to say you look amazing in those pretty knickers. How do these white ones suit me?" "Really neat. I can see your balls, and that itchy dick of yours... those damn knickers don't hide very much." "Sorry -- can I?" he asked, giving me a hug and then moving to rest on my tummy. "Hang on a moment, Camilo: it's half past nine, and if we want to use the lights we'll need to get the generator going. And that means going outside, and it's bloody cold out there... or we could just light some candles and go to the bedroom. Or we could simply stay here in front of the fire, but we'll need more blankets if we're going to stay here all night. Are you okay with doing that?" He thought for a moment. "Which would be more comfortable?" "Obviously, the bedroom," I replied. "'Obviously, the bedroom'," he mimicked me, putting on that poncy tone of voice people use to make fun of posh people. "Asshole!" I replied, laughing. "Don't be so touchy, man," he said, shaking his head, but he said it good-naturedly. In the end we decided to head for the bedroom. We stood up and I put the fireguard in place, and he looked at me. "What about something to eat -- a sandwich, or something?" I suggested. "I don't know about you, but I'm starving -- we haven't eaten a proper meal for at least seven hours...If you can throw something together for us, I'll do the washing up. What do you say?" He snapped off a military salute and marched off to the kitchen, resplendent in his feminine sweater and the tight bikini knickers which showed off his balls and dick in perfect detail. Oh well, I thought, I guess I look pretty much the same myself... I turned on the gas stove and started cleaning up a bit: we have a rule in the `Little House': everyone shares in the cleaning up, even Mum with her bloody soft, delicate little hands. But I was prepared to ignore that rule with Camilo, who was a guest, and as such exempt from such duties. I still had my hands immersed in the washing up bowl when Camilo finished making the sandwiches. They were a complete dog's dinner of bread chunks and lumpy filling but, what the hell, they were food. He parked the dishes beside me (two more things to wash -- shit!) and then just stood there looking at me. I stopped what I was doing. "Would dear little Camilo mind awfully if I asked him to go and put some more wood on the fire, instead of gawping at my ass like an idiot?" He laughed and went to stoke up the fire. "How many logs should I put on?" he asked. I shook my head and sighed. "Damn, man, I've never done this fucking job before," he protested, reasonably enough. "Okay, okay. Just put on two or three thickish pieces, but don't forget to put the guard back afterwards: we don't want sparks flying out." I listened as he went about this, and soon it was done successfully. I sensed him coming up behind me, and suddenly I felt him blowing on my ass, and then he planted a loud kiss in the middle of my crack. I jumped. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked. "I really love your ass," he told me, "and part of the Rite of Adoration is for me to blow on it and kiss it," and he did it again. My hands were still in the sink with suds up to my elbows, which left me feeling almost tied there. I turned and watched him as he pulled the material of the back of the knickers together and wedged it into my crack, leaving me looking as if I was wearing a thong. "You look beautiful in a thong," he said, running his hands over my now bare cheeks while continuing to play little kisses and nibbles on them, which was teasing me badly. I finished rinsing the dishes as fast as I could, shook my hands to dry them as best I could and then reached behind me and held his head between them. I was trying to think of some way to retaliate, but it was hopeless. His face was warm -- unusually warm, in fact - and all the time he kept on covering my rear end with little kisses and tender nibbles. Then he grabbed the elastic of my knickers and pulled them down as far as my knees, and from there they fell the rest of the way to the ground. My dick was hard -- in fact it had been hard for ages, since the first moment I was aware of him staring at my ass. "Cami, that feels brilliant -- I love it..." He opened my crack a little and his face pressed against it, and then he licked my anus and I jumped and moaned: "ooohhhh, oooofffffffgggsss!" His awesome tongue was probing away at my hole, driving me insane. Then he spun me round and swallowed my dick -- with absolutely no hesitation the bloody kid swallowed me all the way to the hilt in one go, right past his tonsils and beyond. He even got half my ball bag in there as well, and he didn't once gag -- he was a real pro cocksucker. He'd obviously made up his mind what he wanted to do, as he forced my legs further apart, took hold of my balls and started fondling them, while at the same time bobbing his head backwards and forwards... He slid one finger back until it met my hole. My sphincter only put up token resistance: after that I surrendered to him completely, and his finger slipped inside. I held his head, stroking it frenziedly, not even stopping to worry about his braids, which were soon ruined. He started sucking me properly once more, taking it all the way in. He let go of my balls and used that hand to guide my own hand to the back of his head, indicating that I should pull him against me, and I did that, pulling him hard against my groin. I spread my legs so that I could get closer, and the wicked boy rammed his finger deeper into my hole, driving me closer still. I held his head at the sides, holding his ears and mercilessly pushing my pelvis forward so that I could get as deep inside his mouth as was humanly possible. He helped out by pushing his finger deep into me and manipulating my prostate. Then he withdrew his finger almost all the way, but when I drew back to thrust against his face once more he was waiting to add a second finger, which hesitated at my entrance, waiting to rape me. I kept still for a moment. I couldn't really feel his mouth round my dick. I stared at him and saw that his eyes were closed, his cheeks sucked in as he sucked on my cock. I felt that I was trapped between a sword and a wall, and he knew perfectly well the choice I had to make. If I wanted to enjoy the glorious blow-job he was giving me I would have to withdraw a little and allow that second finger to impale me... I decided to die by the sword. I pulled back my ass and accepted his second finger, and both fingers slipped into me as far as the first joint. A shiver of pain went through me. "Ouuucchhh -- that hurts!" I gasped. He stopped pressing his fingers in and started to bob his head instead. I felt like heaven. It was amazing, the stuff he knew... I tried to relax my ass a little... "Oh, GODDDDD!!" I gasped, as I lost control -- and actually started to shit, all over Camilo's fingers. And he at once started to moan -- "mmmmmmmmppppfffmmm!!" (and he couldn't say much more than that, not with my dick wedged in his throat) -- and then I felt his semen dripping over my knees. The weird kid was actually spurting while he sucked me and I was dumping shit all over his hand and onto the floor beneath. Camilo collapsed onto the floor, but recovered very quickly. He stood up, gently moved me to one side, took some kitchen towel -- and wiped my legs. I could hardly move, I was so ashamed, but he didn't seem at all put out. He got some old newspapers and set about cleaning the floor. "Go and have a shower," he said, still breathing a little heavily after his orgasm. "I'll sort this mess out, I promise." I went to the bathroom and turned the water heater on, getting into the shower and directing the water at my legs, cleaning off the unpleasant smears that remained. Then I took a really thorough shower, even washing my hair again. I could hear him moving about, going outside the house a couple of times, too. And when he was finished cleaning up he came into the bathroom, smiling as if nothing had happened. I moved over to give him enough room to get into the shower with me, but he was already clean, with no trace of shit anywhere. "Everything's fine, "he said. "Go check out my clean-up job... May I?" He pointed at the toilet, and I gave him a nod and a shrug, so he went and sat down, and I could hear his shit falling into the water. He didn't seem to care in the slightest that I was looking at him. "Wow, that stinks," he said, wiping and hitting the flush. I got out of the shower and dried myself off, while he took my place and started to wash. I left him to it and went back downstairs. In fact the place was cleaner than it had been when we first arrived: the garbage had been emptied and a new garbage bag was in place, and there was no trace at all of the mess (my mess, goddamnit!) that had been on the floor, and nor was there any smell of it, either: instead there was a scent of lavender air-freshener. He'd left the top off the can, so I put it back on and stowed it away in the cupboard. Camilo came into the room; smiling, and came straight up to me. He hugged me and planted a wet kiss on my lips. "You're beautiful," he murmured to me. "You're so cool... I love you... I love you... I love you... I love... Love y... you... I l... love..." Finally he stopped long enough to breathe. "I LOVE YOU!! I LOOOOOOVE YOUUUU!! I... LOOOOOVE... YOUUUUUU... UUUUUU... UUUU!!!" He yelled it as loudly as he could, right in my ear, making me smile hugely. I hugged him and kissed him on the lips, shoving my tongue into his mouth and using it to stop all the yelling, which was making me feel quite embarrassed. "Mmmmmhhhhh!" we groaned, jointly. We moved apart, our lips wet with saliva. I took his hand and led him to the fire, where I added a couple of logs. When I bent down to pick them up -- I was still naked, of course -- he put his penis between my ass-cheeks and started to rock back and forwards. I chucked the logs on the fire, turned round, took his arms, dragged him back to the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed on his back. "So, a certain young boy I know thought he'd have some fun with me, did he?" I said. "He wanted to see me shit again, did he?" He looked at me with a happy, and at the same time wicked, smile and nodded his head very quickly, the way he always did when he was feeling enthusiastic about something. "My beautiful, beautiful boy," he said, his face angelic. "And what do you want to do to pay me back for that, then, Marcy?" I looked at him with a wicked smile of my own. "I want... I want to fuck you," I said. He looked at me, still smiling, and once again his head nodded rapidly, several times. He rolled over and got onto his hands and knees, and then spread his cheeks and showed me his anus. I knelt down beside him and whispered into his ear: "No, Cami: I want a fuck, yes -- but I want to fuck your dick with my hole. You owe me a good couple of shots in the ass." His smile got even wider and he nodded yet again. I pushed him up a bit so as to make enough room for me to get onto the bed and then knelt between his legs. "Pass me the hand lotion, please," I said, and he reached out and picked up the bottle. "Here you are, my Lord," he said, handing it to me. I ignored his sarcasm, pouring a good amount of cream into my left hand and began rubbing it onto my ass, paying particular attention to my hole. My dick was rock-hard, throbbing each time I rubbed my fingers against my ass. Once I'd finished lubricating myself I put the bottle down on Camilo's chest, took hold of his genitals and began to suck on them. He was still soft, so I was able to get everything into my mouth, cock and both balls. Feeing totally perverted I began to lick his balls, right round and as far back as the perineum, stretching my tongue to reach that far. He liked that, moaning as I worked. It didn't take a lot of effort to get the result I was after: I could feel his cock growing in my mouth, growing thicker and longer and extremely hard. It was astonishing how quickly he had recovered -- that's the wonder of youth, full of strength and vitality... I didn't just use my mouth, either: I let my hands roam all over his body, stroking from his nipples to his hips, caressing his legs and his ass, fondling his buttocks... I was lost in lust and horny as hell -- and of course fulfilling my fantasy: to suck a dick! Camilo raised his hips a bit so that I could reach his hole, and as I touched it I felt it contract. It felt warm and it seemed to be throbbing... I still had a little cream on my fingers, and that was enough to help them slip into him. By now he was fully erect, so I started to wank him off with my mouth. His dick was rigid and throbbing, and pre-cum was starting to seep from the tip (that unripe fruit flavour again) -- those fruits seemed to be springing from the fountain of his cock... I licked his shaft, and then closed my lips around it and started sucking, sliding it into my mouth as far as I could, using my lips to push his foreskin right down on its way in and then reversing the procedure on its way back out again. While the skin was retracted I could lick at his head, feeling its velvety softness, so I took hold of him and started to bob up and down on his dick, licking hard. Camilo reacted by panting and moaning, by writhing about and by grabbing hold of the blankets. I stopped and stood up, straddling him, and then knelt down with my knees on either side of his body, lowering myself slowly onto him. I took hold of his throbbing dick, lined it up with my hole and sank slowly onto it, allowing it to impale me. I felt the head against my hole, and as I opened up for him I felt the velvety softness of it slipping past my entrance. My sphincter put up only a token resistance, just enough to allow me to feel that I wasn't surrendering all dignity in my haste to accommodate him. The weight of my body pressing down and the hardness of his rod were a powerful combination. Eagerly my flesh opened before him, ushering him in to the warmth of my innards, and as my sphincter was defeated it slipped on inside, filling me with an indescribable sensation of pleasure as I felt the whole of his hot, hard tool sliding unrestrained deep inside me. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAhhhhhh !!!" was all I could get out as I felt his knob rubbing against my prostate. And finally he was as deeply inside me as he could get. I kept still for a moment, savouring the feeling of being totally open to him. But I wanted to be sure that he really was as far in as he could get, so I reached round and touched my hole, feeling that it was fully dilated, with his dick totally filling it. I felt utterly overwhelmed with lust: I was completely impaled, and there was no more of him to add. It had to be time for us to fuck, to fuck unrestrainedly. I started to bob up and down on him, almost allowing his beautiful dick to come all the way out of me -- almost, but not quite -- and then sitting down again. And again, and again, and again... I paused, enjoying the ease with which his big penis forced its way past my sphincter, and I squeezed it as much as I could to increase his pleasure (and mine!). And I started to move up and down again. Oh, God... I was fucking myself... and Camilo was fucking me... and it felt absolutely AWESOME! I grabbed my dick and began to wank joyfully. Camilo was, just for that moment, no more than a penis -- a beautiful, wonderful penis. I loved it so much... I tilted my head upwards, feeling my long hair touch my shoulders, which was just one more sensation to add to all the others that were overwhelming me. "I LOOOVVE YOUUUUUUUU, CAMILO!!!!! I LOVE YOUUUuuu!" My cry faded to a deep, husky moan. My first spurt reached his face, my second his chest, and the rest dripped onto his belly and groin and dribbled into his sparse pubes. I bent forward and kissed my love, full on the lips, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth -- and at the same time he thrust with his hips, and I could feel his pulsating cock deep inside me, which jerked and throbbed, flooding my insides with his semen. Several million years later I flopped down beside him, my legs feeling completely paralyzed. Camilo hugged me, covering my face with kisses. "Marcy! Marcy -- are you okay?" I stared at him. "Yes, I'm fine -- it's just that my legs have gone to sleep. Why?" "You seemed to faint, about ten minutes ago. I've been talking to you, but you didn't answer. So, are you really okay?" "Yes, Cami, I'm fine, thanks. I kissed him and cuddled up beside him, and he pulled the blankets over us. I fell asleep, and dreamed that I was gay. If you're enjoying this tale, write to me at dap-cl@yahoo.com and encourage me to keep writing!