Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 10:14:57 +0000
From: Al Peres <al.peres@hotmail.com>
Subject: BEST FRIENDS CHAPTER 1

Dear reader,

This is a lovely story entirely product of my imagination, where egoism and
selfishness are banned. I am sure you will like and enjoy it. It depicts
sex contacts between minors: boy/boy and boy/girl; however, no adults are
involved except themselves when they grow up.

English is not my mother language, therefore, please, be acquiecent with
the syntax.

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				BEST FRIENDS
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				       Part I
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Chapter 1
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Michael was an excellent and practical man; he had learnt everything from
his father as the only child. He inherited a large farm located near a poor
village, but not far from a large Spanish town, so the products sold
well. A great part of the farm was sided on the right by a large river, not
very far from its delta. He was an open man and had many friends, but only
two were close: Emanuel, the village's priest, and a primary school boy's
teacher, Frank.

He rejected any political participation though he felt like a Democrat;
however, in those times he kept for himself his political ideas, he always
used to say, "Never go against the wind." When the Spanish Civil War was
over, he made excellent businesses with the new authorities as he had done
before with the Republicans; part of the money went to a bank abroad, as he
said, "just in case."

Frank was his best ever friend from their childhood. Emanuel, due to some
special circumstances explained further on. These men always proved honest
and fair. Michael used to say, "A good friend is a rare plant." He was not
a believer, and had his own reasons for not believing in any religion; he
would believe in a God that looked after the poor persons and not
otherwise, as he watched every day. Yet that was not an objection to enjoy
the priest's friendship.

Frank was a different matter. They were close friends as far as they could
remember. When they were eleven y/o, attended to a theatre representation,
in a scene a young couple of teenagers made a cut on their wrists, then
made a cross with both wrists together saying: "Our blood is together, we
are now more than brothers, and I swear I'll love you forever." That had an
impact on the young minds, so a few days later they repeated the ceremony
in the barn, becoming blood bonded, promising loyalty and goodwill for the
rest of their lives. That could have been a serious problem; after their
swearing, the blood continued emerging from the cuts, so they ran to the
farmhouse and Michael's mother had to call the MD to stop the bleeding.
They did not disclose why they had identical wounds, so after being cured,
his mother spanked hard both of them. Nevertheless, these facts made them
even closer.

They did all kind of childish mischief together, including sexual. Their
first fuck took place in the barn when they were twelve y/o with two
thirteen y/o girls that were working on the farm.  However, the boys
masturbated and sucked each other countless times, until they were well
into puberty.

They grew and enjoyed their youth; Michael married soon when he was a 24
y/o; however, Frank was a handsome man, tall, and always with a smile ready
to enchant women. He promised his friend he would get married; however, he
had no hurry, expecting to find his other half some day. He was happy
living unmarried, so could share many women's bed, single, married and
widows. In summary, he was a Don Juan until he found a short weak beautiful
girl, also a school of girl's teacher, of 27 y/o, when Frank was over 50
y/o. Finally, he settled down as a good husband; certainly, he had fallen
in love with his wife. He had found his other half he was looking for.

Spanish Civil War had been a bloody one; brother against brother, where
hate played an important role, before and especially after the war was
over. Hate killed more people than in the trenches. Michael could remain
neutral, as to such a point that he was never disturbed.  Nevertheless, he
was not so neutral when life was in danger, and that was what happened with
his friend Emanuel, the priest.

One night Frank was talking with a socialist friend, and learnt they had
the plans to murder the priest; as soon as they separated, he informed the
priest. The man did not doubt a moment, took the church's sacred items and
flew away. He went to Michael's farm, pleading him to hide because some
communist militias wanted him. Michael hid him in a cellar in the barn,
normally used to smuggle farm products out of the current government's
control. The cellar had a floor entrance as many houses have for the
basement. The cellar had a subterranean connection to the near river by a
long passage like a long cave. They agreed on a noise password that changed
every two weeks. The priest remained there for almost three years until the
new regimen was surely established. This action brought Michael the liking
of the new authorities that sought his word as a recommendation in the case
of some villagers, and especially, his friend Frank; the new authorities
had charged him as having empathy with the Old Regime.

In spite of the above, Michael was happy; he had married and had three
female children. He longed for a boy but their common sense told to stop
searching because a friend of his had six girls and still was looking for a
boy. His priest friend used to say to him:

	"Michael, this is God's will and you must accept it." He answered
him:

	"I wonder what your God thinks, but in this case, he has nothing to
do with it, it is my prick that doesn't make his job properly."

It was early 1949. Michael's daughters were Lucia 26, Angela 24, and
Rosemary 22. The two elder ones had baby girls of near 2 y/o and Rosemary a
baby girl of 1 y/o. Michael had built three houses on the farm, one for
each daughter, so they could get married when they got their men, however,
he used to say:

	"I don't mind if your future husbands are poor, but they must be
honest and not lazy."

The two elder ones married two brothers, Manuel and Louis; that used to
work on the farm since they were very young. In fact, they grew together
with their future wives; probably having sex contacts very early. He knew
them well and was glad they were in love. The third one, Rosemary married
Tomas, an electrical civil engineer that had his own company with another
partner. He had a secret past, apparently known only by Michael, his wife,
Frank and himself.  Even his wife, Rosemary ignored it.

At the time, Michael was 55 and his wife 48, now with the symptoms of her
fertile life's end. He deeply loved her, so in the intimacy of their bed,
they longed for the boy that they never had.

	"Maria, my surname will disappear with our girls' grandchildren."

	"I'm sorry Michael; I could not give you a boy."

	"It isn't your fault darling; it is my balls that could not produce
the right semen. At least, from now on, we can enjoy our lovemaking without
caring about you getting pregnant."

	"Yes. I think definitely my fertile life is over, it is now two
months that the menstruation does not appear."

	"Don't worry my wife. Now I love you more than ever before. We have
been very lucky, we had three wonderful and beautiful children and now we
have another three grandchildren."

	"Yes, but all girls. It seems there is a curse on our family,
always girls!"

Those were bad starving times, where the authorities resold all products
producing enormous revenues, so Michael meanwhile smuggled a great part of
his production that exported as contraband to Europe thru the cellar and
the river; mostly shipped during the night. Another part was sold at a fair
cost to the villagers, most of it wheat, potatoes, etc. that rarely were
paid to him. Some of his friends used to say he was a silly man by not
taking the opportunity of getting rich, as many others did.

The couple used to get all the family reunited every Sunday for lunch; they
enjoyed being with their children and grandchildren. Michael never was
upset with them, so his daughters and sons in law liked deeply their
parents. One Sunday in February, they were chatting at the end of the meal,
the little girls on top of Michael's lap; then his elder daughter said:

	"Mom, dad, Rosemary; we have great news for you."

	"What is it, my daughter?" Her mom asked.

	"Angela and I are pregnant, we expect our babies for mid-November."

	"That's great!" Their father said. "Manuel, please go to the cellar
and bring one bottle of the best wine we have, and you, Lucia, bring some
of that special cheese, I suppose you don't hate it now, do you?. Both
sisters in unison said:

	"No dad, we love it now."

	"That's the best signal about your pregnancy." All laughed at their
dad's occurrence.  They toasted for the new babies, and then their mom
said:

	"I'll clear the dishes; you stay with dad and the children." She
took the empty bottle and the dishes, some still with cheese's
leftovers. She, without realising what she was doing, took one piece of
cheese and started munching it, then took the second one into her mouth. At
that moment, she looked to herself: "Oh my God, I didn't like cheese,
except when I was pregnant!"

Then she thought, "Probably is my body's new situation." Thus far, she was
not full up to herself; she did not tell her husband anything. The
following morning she was feeling nausea.  She thought, "It isn't possible!
I'm too old to be pregnant, I have three grandchildren and two on the way,
and I cannot be a mother of near 50 y/o. However, it would not be the first
woman getting a child at my age. We wouldn't have enough life to educate
her." She continued thinking: "But if... if it is not her, but him? What a
wonderful thing!"

	"Michael, tomorrow I'll go to the city to buy some things for the
girls, they are so happy with the expectation of the new babies..." In
fact, she had planned to see their doctor."

	"You do whatever you want, I cannot go with you. I have many things
to do now on the farm."

	"Oh no, it isn't necessary, I'll get an early train and I'll be
here for midday."

	"Ok, please, buy me some good tobacco, I cannot find it here in the
village." She took the train and sometime later, the nurse assisting the MD
received her.

	"Good mornings, Mrs Mora," the nurse said. "Please come in. Are you
coming for your daughters' results? She quickly thought that she did not
want to tell her anything in advance, so she answered:

	"Yes, but since I'm here, I would like to see the doctor, I'm
having some problems lately, you will soon know about them." The woman
grinned in complicity. Immediately a man of about her age came out.

	"Please, come in Mrs Mora, glad to see you again. How are the girls
getting on?"

	"Very well doctor. Now the problem is mine."

	"I told you that would be soon over. It is normal."

	"I don't think so, I have morning sicknesses and what is more
suspicious, and I love cheese. Can it be that my body has so a radical
change?"

	"Please lay on the stretcher, I'll explore you." He started an
exploration of touching her tummy. After ten minutes, he said, "Please
stand up and place yourself on the scale." After weighing her, he asked,
"Mrs Mora, when did you have your last menstruation?" The woman blushed
like a teenager girl.

	"Last December, it disappeared in November and it has been very
irregular lately."

	"Well, or I'm a silly apprentice or you are pregnant, Maria."

	"Pregnant? Are you sure? At my age!"

	"Well, I would say with 99% of accuracy, however, that could be
confirmed by analysis."  He then opened a glass stand and took a little
recipient. "Please enter that toilet and put some of your urine into this."
She did, and the doctor then said, "It is normal and you are not the first
woman having a baby at your age; it is a consequence of good health." She
was not now so surprised, she asked him.

	"When am I expecting that baby, Doctor?"

	"Since we cannot fix a date by your last menstruation, my
experience and by the size of your tummy, I would say that you are now near
three months. If I'm right and everything goes smoothly, your baby will
come in late October or the first week of November."

	"Do you mean that I'm more advanced than my daughters?"

	"Not much, but I would say that a couple of weeks."

	"Oh My God, at my age...! What will the people in the village say?
Another girl!" Then the MD said."

	"Or a boy." That magical word made her very happy. She agreed to a
next visit and left de Clinic.

	"Hey Maria, are you back? How was it?" Her husband asked. She left
a couple of parcels aside.

	"Very well. Tonight I'll show you my purchases before giving them
to the girls. Please, Michael, don't tell them anything." She enjoyed
giving surprises, even if they were little ones.

It was near April and still, the weather was chilly in the evenings, so
they normally went to bed early, since they got up soon in the
morning. They got into the bed and under the covers, the man started
fondling his wife and kissing her.

	"Maria; what's about if we make a little love?"

	"I'm ready for you anytime my man." When he was on top of her and
very excited she took the opportunity that was waiting for.

	"Michael, please, be careful and don't be rude, you may hurt your
son or daughter." At that moment, with the excitement of his orgasm, he did
not realise what she had said; but once they were calmed, he opened his
mouth and said:

	"Wait a minute! What did you say about hurt?" His wife grinning
said:

	"You are old, but not deft."

	"Do you mean..."

	"Yes, my man, I meant that: I'm pregnant." He wide opened his large
eyes in disbelief.

	"How can it be?"

Time elapsed quickly and the sisters and mother got the wombs bigger and
bigger. Since Maria was not young, the doctor decided she should get the
baby in his clinic, just in case anything went wrong; so, when she started
with the first symptoms they called a taxi that was already agreed and
travelled to the city's clinic. The father was as nervous as when the first
baby was coming. After an examination, the doctor advised him that his wife
was all right and that he must go for a walk since the baby would not
arrive before a couple of hours. He went to a coffee shop, bought some
cigars, and half an hour later, he was sitting down on the waiting room
nervous as a jelly cake; in those moments his friend Frank entered, and
watching him there, he asked:

       "What are you doing here, is any of your daughters having a baby?"
Michael blushed.

       "No, is my wife. And, by the way, what are you doing here?" Now was
Frank who got red.

       "Well, Margaret has just had a baby boy, the second, we liked a girl
but..."

       "Frank, I told you not to leave your marriage so late. Nevertheless,
I envy you. You liked a girl and have a boy; I like a boy and probably I'll
have a girl. It seems you know the place and the procedure to bring boys
since..." Michael shut up as his best friend stared at him. "Sorry brother,
but we are alone."

 "That isn't the main problem."

 "What is it then?"

	"Michael, Margaret is not very well; we are having bad times and
now this boy has come ..."

       "Frank, can you forget your stupid pride and let me help you, just
for once?" Frank bent his head and could not prevent his eyes blurred. His
friend insisted. "Frank, please, I only have a good friend and a brother:
You. Please, please, let me help you and your family." Frank thought for a
moment he had no money even for paying the doctor, and he owed all
medicines to the pharmacy. His wife's pregnancy had been a difficult one,
she was very weak and he adored her; and that little boy was so
beautiful..."

       "Sorry Michael, you know how hard it is for me, but we are passing
thru difficult times..."  Michael interrupted him:

       "Thanks, Frank for letting me help you, my brother. I have money
enough and you know it. First of all, if you don't mind, I would like to be
your son's godfather; at least, I'll have something with a penis around
me." Frank forced a grin; he knew his friend and knew he was sincere
because they loved each other since they were children.

       "No one would be a better godfather than you, brother." Both friends
hugged very tightly. At this moment, a nurse came in:

       "Mr Mora, do you mind to come with me? Your baby is here, well and
fit." Michael returned to his friend:

       "Frank, please; help me now, don't go; wait for me here, will you?"

       "Yes Michael, I'll be here." Michael followed the nurse; before
entering the room, he met the doctor:

       "Well Michael, everything was perfect..." Then he interrupted him:

       "How is she?" The doctor thought he was referring to his wife
because Michael had assumed that the baby was a girl, so the doctor
answered:

       "She is very well and your son a perfect baby boy." Michael was so
surprised that he could not articulate a single word; then the doctor,
slowing his voice added, "He has two balls as a donkey." The father,
instead of answering, hugged the doctor with blurred eyes.

       "Do you mean I have a boy?"

       "Yes; you did and he is a beautiful one. Come on, enter and see you
wife and son." He entered as his wife's face received him with a tender
smile. He kissed her and then he neared the bed to watch the son he had so
badly wanted.

"Oh Maria, it was our last shot! You did it!"

"Yes my man, we did it! Your surname will continue. Watch him, he is a
gorgeous boy."

       "Yes, the most beautiful being on the Earth." He kissed his wife. "I
must call home to advise the girls, besides I was with Frank, he is outside
and has another boy; I asked him to be his boy's godfather because I
thought we may have another girl, but I'm so happy...! I'll call him and
set up a phone call." He left the room; he could not resist the temptation
to give the news to his best friend. Before he entered the waiting room, he
gave the phone number to the nurse.  Then faced Frank that stood up when he
watched his friend's smile.

 "Well Michael, how is your boy?" Michael went to him and hugged his friend
very tight.

 "How do you know it is a boy?"

 "You have the joy on your face."

       "Frank, please, come in and watch him before we go into your room to
see my godson and his mother." Maria loved the friendship between both
friends and was happy to see Frank.

       "Congratulations Frank! I'm sure both boys will be as close friends
as their fathers have been." He kissed the happy mother on the cheeks and
the boy on the forehead.

       "I'm sure they will. Congratulations Maria, we have been late but
fortunate, and that's what matters." At that moment the nurse came,
announcing the phone call was online. Michael rushed and took the receiver
trembling with emotion.

 "Lucia, how are you, my daughter?"

 "Very well dad; how are our mom and the baby?"

	"She is quite well and your brother is a lovely boy." A silence got
both of them, and then Michael continued: "Lucia, are you still there?"

       "Oh yes, dad. That's so good that I couldn't speak. Angela and
Rosemary are hugging me full of joy. I'll put them thru."

       "Lucia, also Frank's wife had a boy, please spread the news to both
families. I'll come back tomorrow." The joy of the sisters was great and
their dad could not believe that he had a son. Frank was near him when he
finished speaking. He extracted a box from his pocket and gave a Havana's
cigar to Frank. Then he took several banknotes from his wallet and put them
into Frank's pocket.

       "Please Frank, please, don't reject them. You must feed your wife
and your son properly, the time will come with changes; life will not be as
it is now, so let me help you and your family. I want to see Margaret and
your children grow healthy and happy." He kept silent and then hugged his
best friend.

       "Ok, Michael, I'll try to return you till the last cent."

       "That's better Frank. Let's see Margaret and my godson."

Yes, Frankie and I had come to this world; it was November 1, 1949. Let me
continue telling the story.

Joyfully they celebrated our birth. All the family visited the clinic on
the following days. After five days, we returned home. My two pregnant
sisters were the happiest since they thought more boys were coming. They
were right. Two weeks later and with a difference of three days, two more
boys were born. Well, the joy of the family was beyond description. Some
weeks later took place the Christianisation of all, including Frank's son:
my friend Frankie. Dad invited all the family and friends. Since the
sisters' boys had the same surname and were born within three days
difference, my dad started calling them the twins; they named them Manuel
and Louis, like their fathers; and named me John; as my late granddad. The
following day was Sunday and as usual, all the family joined in the dining
room for lunch; when this was over, looking at his youngest daughter, still
with her little daughter on her lap, dad said:

       "Well, I have the Three Musketeers, now I need Dartagnan to complete
my team."  Rosemary blushed and all laughed. That night when Rosemary and
Tomas, her husband, were in bed, she said:

       "Tomas, let's please my dad. Now all have boys, I think we should
take the chance that Mother Nature wants to gratify us and start asking for
a boy."

       "Why not? my dear Rosemary." They started making love. Ten months
later came the most beautiful boy in the family: my nephew Francis! My dear
Francis!

Chapter 2
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Years went by, other boys and girls came into the family; Frankie, Louis
and Manuel (the twins) and I were 8 y/o, and Francis was seven y/o. Mom and
my sisters used to say that Frankie and I were the cutest boys in the
village. I'm not sure about me, but Frankie surely was. He got the best
features from both of his parents, a true Latin type. He had very thick and
black hair that he combed to his right side forming lovely soft waves;
large black eyes and curved eyes-lashed, a light oval face and thick red
lips. In contrast, his skin was as white as snow. I liked watching him
naked. On contrary, I was a mix of all of my ancestors; brown hair that I
always left free to grow on my face and green eyes, nearly blue. The only
things in common with Frankie were the size of my eyes and eyes-lashes. I
had and, of course, I still have, a dimple on my chin.

The twins were also cute boys; both with red hair, like their grandfathers,
and pale blue eyes; however, the most beautiful of us and in the family was
my nephew Francis. He was a rare specimen for our family, with blond silky
hair, as his sister Nuria, deep blue eyes and white skin with two dimples,
one on each of his cheeks that showed when he laughed. All boys of the
family had a family mark: a mole on the back of the left ear, my dad also
had it; and, according to what he said, his father had it too; however,
none of the females had that mark. Two years later came into this world the
prince of the family: Joan. He was not as blond as his brothers Nuria and
Francis but had black waving hair as Frankie. Further, in this story, I'll
explain why he was entirely different from his sister and brother.

My dad was full of joy because all of us grew healthy with no serious
problems, except for some colds in the winter. I started being the boss of
the group, commanding the twins and Francis that obeyed me. I was the
leader of our plays as I was stronger than the twins were. However, it was
a different matter when Frankie came to the farm; he did not want to submit
himself to my orders, so instinctively we reached an agreement, when he
came to the farm, I was the boss, but when I was in the school or in his
home, he was in command. Apart from this, we were inseparable pals, we were
best friends, and I learnt many things thru him since he had an elder
brother, Jim, 3 years older than Frankie did. It was as if I had an older
brother of myself.

However, my real best friend was my dad; I deeply loved him. Right from the
beginning, I hated clothes when I was in bed; pyjamas did not exist for me,
even when the weather was cold my mom found me nude in the morning, so, as
soon as I did not wet the diapers, they started leaving me naked to sleep
in the bed. Probably I had inherited it from my dad because he liked to be
naked whenever we expected nobody strange in our big house. Nevertheless,
what I much loved was when he bathed and wrapped me in a towel, taking me
in his arms to the living room, especially in wintertime when the fireplace
was burning with logs on flames.

My first clear recollections come when I was 8 y/o. As soon as we sat down
on the large couch in front of the fire, he used to start petting me all my
naked body, rubbing my back and kissing my hair, on my neck, on my chest,
sometimes my legs, even my little weenie. If he was not naked, I unbuttoned
his shirt and put my little arms around him, resting my head on his
chest. I liked the ticklish sensations of my smooth skin against his old
and strong muscles. He caressed my hair and especially my neck; those were
special moments of intimacy; sometimes I noticed my little cock got hard,
however, I never noticed anything on his penis in spite my butt placed down
on top of it. He kissed repeatable me and I purred like a little kitten.

       "I love you, dad." I hugged him very tight and he took my body to
his heart.

       "I love you too, more than anything in this world." Normally I got
asleep in his arms and he took me to my bed. One of those tender moments,
as I was with my face on his hairy chest I said:

       "Dad, you always call me "little kitten", why?"

       "Because you have the most beautiful eyes I ever saw. Well not
exactly, you resemble more to my father than to me. You have the same eyes
and that beautiful tuft of your hair on your forehead." I put a little pout
and said:

       "I would have liked to be like you, your hazel eyes are the
loveliest ones, and your hair is the same as Frankie's. I sometimes envy
his hair, mine is too rebelled; yours is with waves like the sea when it is
not very rough."

       "Apparently you are as your grandpa was, but in your heart, you are
like me, and that's what matters, my little kitten." Then I kissed my dad
all over his face and his chest. He hugged me tightly and suddenly I
noticed how something wet dropped on my hair. I tenderly separated from him
and watched tears in his eyes. It was the first time I saw a man crying and
that shocked me.

       "Dad, why are you crying? Have I hurt you?"

       "No, you didn't, my son. Please don't mention it even to mom, she
might not understand. These are not tears of sorrow but in such a manner of
glee." At that age, I could not understand the meaning of his words; he
continued: "Men can also cry when we are content and happy. Sometimes I
feel that we have lost much time without bringing you, you should have born
before, but we feared a new girl would come and three were enough." He
paused for a moment. "On the other hand, I think we did well, those were
very bad and cruel times and we have saved you from suffering them."

 "I never cry when I'm happy, only when someone hurts me."

 "You may not now, but with the time you will; remember this."

       "No. I'll always be with you." In my little heart, I felt something
that did not like when my dad fondled or hugged one of the twins or
Francis, in those moments I did not realise it was jealous. "I don't want
to share you, dad, and I feel bad when you hug the twins or the girls." Now
I was myself the one to sob. He lovingly separated me from his chest and
kissed me on the eyes and on my chin.

       "John, I want you to hear me well. I don't love anybody as much as
you. I'll tell you a little story that my dad told me when I felt like you
do."

       "Did you feel the same?"

       "Yes, but the contrary to you, I could not release my feelings to
anybody. He was very busy, but I told it to my mom, she then told me this
story." Once upon time, there was a rich man, he had plenty of food, he ate
all he could, however, some crumbs still dropped to the floor while eating;
a poor beggar took them to his mouth but the rich man kicked him, telling
to go away and not to take his crumbs."

       "He was a mean man, dad." I felt ashamed because I knew what my dad
was trying to say to me. I won't be like him, dad; I promise. He tenderly
hugged me again.

       "You will always have my love, but I still have a lot to give to
your sisters and her children."

       "I don't mind, especially if you love Francis." Dad smiled. I felt
the warmth of the fire on my bare back and my little weenie hard as I
rubbed it against my dad's belly. He wanted to prolong those moments of
intimacy as much as possible before I got asleep.

       "Your little soldier is awoken, so let's put some music to get him
to sleep, too." I liked that. Dad was very fond of classical music,
however, he was not strictly a deep music-lover; he liked light operas and
Spanish zarzuelas, especially choral music. He got up, took a record and
placed it on the record player: The music of Nabbuco from Verdi started; he
knew I liked that part of the Italian author since I was a baby. A few
minutes later, I was rock asleep. I remained in his arms until mom tucked
me in my bed.

We were well known; so everybody knew he was my dad, but when we went to
the city, it was different, most of the people believed he was my granddad,
so if someone mentioned that, instead of rectifying him we grinned in
complicity. It was a way of having fun.

One Sunday morning, I got up; I had heard the noise and moans in my
parents' room, so when it was over I assumed they had awoken. I ran to
their room, the door was unlocked, so I entered and jumped on the bed. They
were naked under the covers; it was not strange to me in what dad was
concerned; however, mom rarely got full nude in front of me. She did
nothing strange, took me in his arms and started caressing me.

	"Good morning, son. Did you sleep well?"

	"Oh yes, mom, very well."

	"Ok, I must get up to prepare breakfast." She got a nearby gown and
covered herself smiling at dad and me. I had gotten them near making love,
though I was not aware of it. I jumped on top of my dad, as many times had
done, straddling him; my butt was on his belly button so I noticed the
wetness of the juices of his recent lovemaking. I innocently starting
joking and tickling him:

      "Dad, you pee yourself as a baby, you pee yourself as a baby!" He
laughed and laughed, but when he recovered, he said:

"That's not pee, John. You must be very careful next time."

"Be careful... about what, dad?" I innocently asked, a little bit
surprised.

      "Well... you are now close to nine and should know more things. Mom
and I were making love, as when we were doing a baby. Do you remember what
I told you about men's seeds?"

       "Yes, but your door was open."

       "I'm not blaming you, my son; it was our fault for leaving the door
unlocked." Then rather concerned I said:

       "But dad, are you telling me that you are trying to bring another
baby boy?"

       "Oh no, John! Mom cannot conceive a new baby; you were her best and
last shot. It is the same as when you have lunch; what do you leave for the
last and best part?"

       "I leave the sweet."

       "Exactly; so she left the best part of her for the last shot: You! I
hugged my dad softly.

       "Thanks, dad for bringing me. But if you are not going to bring a
baby, why...?" He interrupted me.

       "With the time you will better understand, but that doesn't mean
that we cannot make love. It is an expression when two persons like each
other and become as one. I put my seed into her, but we know that won't
bring anything, however, it produces a great pleasure doing it."

       "Do you still have seeds?"

       "Yes. Men never stop producing seeds. They start around 12y/o, and
it lasts until they are very old, however, women start more or less at the
same age, but they finish when they are between 45 and 50 y/o." I remember
I was tempted to ask dad to show me the seeds, and he feared I had made
that question, as he explained to me a long time afterwards, but I only
said:

	"I'm glad to be a man and not a woman." He grinned and we continued
playing for some time until we decided it was time for breakfast.

I can not exactly remember how it happened. One night I was face down on
the bed and as I felt my weenie erected. I started rubbing it. I put my
hand with the palm up between the sheet and my belly cupping my penis and
started with my butt moving up and down. It felt good so I continued
faster, but my body asked quicker and quicker until I was breathing
heavily; a couple of minutes later I felt what probably was my first dry
orgasm or something very pleasant. It was so good that a few minutes later
I started repeatedly doing it until I was exhausted and drifted to
sleep. The following morning as I recalled the night before, I had a look
at my little prick thinking to start the exercise again, but with some
surprise, I noticed it was sore, so reluctantly I left it in peace. My
first thought was to ask my dad about it, but he had never told me about
that nice feeling, so I decided to ask Frankie, maybe his brother Jim could
help. I got up and after breakfast like every weekday, dad took Francis,
the twins and me to the school. During the first break, I joined Frankie:

      "Frankie I must tell you something." His lovely eyes looked at me,
and then he said:

	"What is it, John?" I explained it.

	"Have you ever felt that feeling, Frankie?"

	"No. I have noticed very often I find my weenie hard, I rub it and
feel good, but I never went further because some boys said that isn't good,
and if you touch it too much you might get blind."

   "It is silliness!" I said a little bit scared. "Why don't you ask Jimmy?
He's older and must know all about it."

   	"I'll try tonight, and tomorrow I'll tell you. Come on, let's play
with the twins." I forgot that during the day, but with surprise, I noticed
that my little cock was much better and not so sore, yet I did not try
again, just in case, until Frankie gave me better information.

That night, as soon as Frankie got under the sheets, he started fucking his
hand as I had told him without asking anything to his brother. He was so
engaged in rubbing his prick, that he did not notice Jimmy was watching
him. When Jimmy realised his little brother was over his first orgasm,
grinned and Frankie, still breathing hard, looked astonished to his
brother.

       "Did you enjoy, little bro, fucking your sheets?"

       "How do you know...?"

       "Because I have done it many times; but I must teach you a couple of
things, my little angel. Please lock the door, I don't want mom peeking at
us and telling me that I'm perverting you. Who taught you that?"

       "John did, but he said he got his prick pretty sore and I should ask
you for help."

       "As usual, he is the clever one. I'll show you what to do from now
on; you must not hesitate to ask me anything; so we can prevent problems."

       "Thanks, big bro." Frankie locked the door and returned to the
bed. Jim then said:

       "Now get naked and lay on your back." As Frankie did so, Jim also
got nude; he looked to his little brother and he thought for himself, "What
a beautiful boy is my little angel!" His cock started to grow. "I'm very
fond of girls but no one is near as beautiful as is my little angel." He
lay on the bed near his younger brother watching him. He added, "Frankie,
you should take note of how I do it to you so you can tell John."

       "Oh yes, Jim, sure I'll do it, he is eagerly wanting it."

       "Ok, I hope you enjoy it." Frankie weenie was at full length now
waiting for his brother actions. Jim thought, "I would like to put it into
my mouth and give him great pleasure; however, it is much better step to
step, so he and I enjoy it." With his right-hand thumb and two fingers, he
dragged the shaft's foreskin back discovering that little pink mushroom
pulsating with excitement. Frankie trembled when his brother touched him;
then Jim bent himself and spate on top of the little prick, then proceeded
to smear the saliva all over the head and shaft, Frankie started to moan.

       "Oh Jim, that feels very good."

       "Wait until I finish," Jim said. Then he put his left hand under
Frankie's balls sack and started slowly jerking him off. Whenever his
fingers touched the balls sack on his way down Frankie moaned and arched
his hips a little bit. Jim continued jacking off the little pole, now
increasing the pace. On every stroke, he felt Frankie's little cock grew
hard and red as the blood went up to fill it. When Jim observed his brother
was approaching his nice feeling, he increased the pace. He left Frankie
ball sack starting to auto masturbate himself. Frankie was now moaning in
pleasure, moving his lovely head from one side to other on the pillow
breathing heavily, his mouth dry; he was sweating with the excitement.

       "Jim, please, ple...se." Frankie extended his hands to stop his
brother; he could not resist it. In a moment, he felt that strong feeling
coming from his groins up to the tip of his little dick. He arched his
hips, stopped breathing and placed his little hands on top of his brother's
fingers.

       "Ahg!!! Oh!!!. He moaned loudly. Then panting he dropped his body on
the bed again.  Jim kissed his brother's abdomen, then his chest and his
sweaty forehead. At this stage, Frankie had almost recovered. His older
brother looked tenderly into those beautiful black eyes:

       "Did you like it, Frankie?" For an answer, he dragged his brother to
his chest and hugged him.

       "Jim, it was fantastic, I never thought it would be like that." He
stared at his weenie that still was erect pulsating with his
heartbeats. "Jim, can you do it again?" He grinned at his brother.

       "Yes, I can, but look at mine, it is also waiting; I need a
release." Frankie rose to his butt and said:

       "Jim, please, let me do it to you, and then you can do it to me
again." As he saw the doubt in his brother's eyes, he insisted: "Please
Jim, I want you to get that great feeling."

       "Ok." Jim exchange positions with his brother and lay on his
back. As he was ready to spit on his brother's dickhead, he observed that
it had now something like saliva. He looked a little puzzled and looked to
his brother for an answer: "That's precum, Frankie, so you don't need to
put your saliva on."

       "What is precum, Jim?"

       "It is a slippery liquid expelled thru the tip of my cock to lube my
prick, so it cannot get sore. At eleven, you will start getting it when you
are excited like I'm now; meantime, you should always spit on your dick
before jacking it off; otherwise, it might get sore. Now straddle me, sit
on my chest facing my dick." Frankie did as ordered watching his brother's
large tool compared with his. Jim spat on his right hand and then smeared
his saliva on top of Frankie's little dick. He could not see him because he
had his brother's back, but he was well aware of how he was.  Frankie
started stroking his brother cock up and down slowly with his thumb and two
fingers, but Jim told him:

       "Frankie, wrap my dick with your hands, look my hand on your cock."
Jim gripped Frankie's dick, however, the little pole disappeared in his
larger hand. "Yours is still too small for my hand." Frankie was already
enjoying his brother strokes and with a pitchy voice, he said:

       "Yes, I understand, but please, don't stop. It is feeling very
good." Frankie did as instructed. Jim was very excited after watching his
brother getting his climaxes; his cock was very hard and Frankie felt the
smoothness and warmth of his brother's dick. He continued stroking the
large boyhood, as Jim started moaning and gasping.

       "Frankie..., please, faster, faster!" he exclaimed. His little
brother increased the pace gripping it very tight, mixing the abundant
precum now oozing from Jim's pee slit. Soon Frankie felt the increase of
his brother strokes in unison with himself. Again, that new sensation
appeared on his balls and started going thru up to his dickhead. Both were
now loudly moaning as their climaxes approached. Jim was rubbing his little
brother smooth back and hair; he could not control his noise. Frankie could
not resist, his head tilted back; his forehead covered with sweat. In a
moment, both brothers stopped breathing as Jim arched his hips lifting his
little brother up. Frankie took his left hand on top of his brother's
fingers to push them down as much as possible; he thought he would faint
when the point of no return arrived and their dry orgasms hit them.

Frankie lay on his back on top of his brother's chest, both breathing hard
and gasping for air trying to recover their strengths; their cocks getting
flaccid.

       "Jim, that was wonderful, even better than before." Jim kissed
tenderly his little brother all over his face and neck. They stopped their
petting; both brothers were very tight. After some time, Frankie slipped to
his side facing his big brother. "You are the best brother in the world."
Jim smiled at his little angel.

       "Frankie; this only can be done with someone to whom you like,
otherwise you can have a nice feeling, but never the afterglow that we have
now, that's the difference."

       "Jim, will you teach me more things? Some boys say that if you touch
your weenie too much you might get blind." Jim grinned.

       "Of course, I'll teach you a lot of things in order you enjoy them,
but step to step. This is our secret. About blind, that's not true,
otherwise my friends and I would be blind since a long time ago." Both
laughed.

       "Can I tell John?"

       "Yes, you can, because I know how much you love each other. I'll
tell you something that you cannot release even to John, do you promise?"

       "Oh yes, I do. What is sit Jim"

       "Sometimes mom and dad thought that I was asleep, but I was not."

       "More or less like now." Both boys smiled.

       "Yes." He paused and then continued with the confidences. "When you
were born, mom was very, very sick; she was in danger to pass away, so dad
took her to a private clinic in the city in order to minimise the risks,
however, he had not a single cent to pay and that was very expensive. Now
we are going thru bad times, but nothing to compare with ten years ago.
People starved, and many children died because had nothing to eat. Dad is a
very proud man and never accepted anything that looked as charity, however,
John's father told him, the night you both were born, to forget his pride
and let him help our family. Dad rejected his help several times, but he
insisted, he said "for your children's sake, please, Frank, accept my
help. We are more than friends, we are brothers since we were boys and no
one needs to know about it." He still rejected it, but then Michael, seeing
he would not accept, he used a different strategy, and told him, "Are you
going to allow Margaret dies because of your stupid pride? I'll not, and if
necessary, I'll speak to her. You will accept my help whether you like it
or not." Dad loved, and still loves a lot his little doll, as he calls mom,
and Michael knew it very well. Probably he thought about what his best
friend was trying to do, and after a few minutes of silence, he answered:
"I don't deserve a friend like you, Michael." Michael hugged dad very tight
and took some bank notes and put them into dad's pocket." Jim kept silence
and saw his little brother's eyes were blurred.

       "Who has told you that Jim?"

       "Nobody; I heard mom and dad speaking one night that you were with
fever, both were sat down near your bed three years ago. Please, Frankie,
never, never, you hear me, never release a single word of this."

       "Don't worry Jim, I know how to keep a real secret, besides, Michael
is my godfather and dad is John's godfather too. I always feel something
special for John's family, especially for friend John.

       "You know it Frankie; I'm sure no one knows about this, even John's
mother, only our parents and now you and me. When the situation improved,
dad tried to pay him back part of the debt, but Michael said he gave that
to his godson, you; and not to him, so he could not accept any
reimbursement that he did not owe to him."

       "That was a clever way to reject it." Frankie said."

       "Yes it was, and that isn't all. Michael has a farm and plenty of
food available, so the following night after mom's return from the clinic,
when dad was not here, he and his elder daughter brought a lot of
food. Winter was near and mom and you needed to be fed properly, he said:
"all this is our present for my godson" so mom could not reject it because
you could not speak." Frankie grinned.

       "Jim thanks for telling me that and for your relying on me." He
hugged his brother and both drifted to sleep not taking into account that
both were naked, in the same bed, and the door locked. They were lucky
because in the morning was his dad who knocked:

       "Come on boys, get up, time for school." Jim heard his dad and saw
Frankie happily sleeping in his bed. He quickly jumped from the bed and
unlocked the door.

       "Frankie, Frankie, come on! Get up! It is time for school." He
yawned stretching out his arms. "Come on Frankie, don't be lazy, dad has
called us." Jim insisted.

       "Oh Jim, I was so happy..., can we do it again now?" Jimmy looked at
his little brother in surprise.

       "Are you mad?" He put on his underwear and left Frankie alone
looking to his erected little prick. He then said:

       "You enjoyed last night!" He rubbed it several times, put on his
underwear and observed how a tent had formed; then he went to join Jim that
was now combing his hair.

Chapter 3
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The school had six large classrooms, three for boys and three for girls. It
was a single building located in the outskirts of the town, near a little
park. Boys and girls should remain in the school up to the age of 14;
however, most of them had to leave it before that age to help their
families.  The Secondary School was in the capital city, so anyone wanting
to get a secondary education had to attend private classes and have
periodically examinations in the city. The twins, Francis and I, as well as
Frankie and Jimmy, prolonged our school time an hour every day, paying for
that extra teaching. We were twenty-five students, girls and boys; only
those who could afford to pay for this.

I met Frankie in the morning break, he ran to where I was peeing in the
trees; we greeted and grinned at each other.

       "Frankie, did you ask Jim about..."

       "Yes, I did; in fact, I did more, but I cannot explain you it now. I
promised him I only would release it to you, and the twins are
approaching." One of the twins greeted Frankie.

	"Hi, Frankie. Did you..."

	"Yes, I did, and could experience it."

	"Come on, Frankie, please let us know."

   	"There is not any great secret; he told me that we get sore because
we don't use any lubricant on our dicks."

       "What do you mean as a lubricant?" I asked.

       "It's something to make your dick slippery, for instance, saliva."
We all three were surprised; he watching us with no word continued: "Yes,
you must spit on your dick, and then smear it over your dick." I watched
how the twin started to rub the little tents on their shorts as I was doing
the same.

       "Frankie, did you do it?" I asked.

       "Yes, I did, and I can tell you there is a great difference." Then
looking at our back he asked: "Is anyone coming?"

       "Nobody is approaching," one of the twins, said. Then he opened his
fly and immediately his erected dick popped out, then he took his prick and
showed us how to do it.

       "Look, if your dick is very little you can beat it with your thumb
and two fingers, but I would suggest doing it with your fist gripping it,
like this." He motioned and stroked twice his cock. We all were very hard,
and then the other twin said:

       "I'm very hard; I need to jerk my prick off."

       "Are you mad? We can be caught and everybody would know it." Frankie
looking at me, added, "Jim told me that it is also even greater if anyone
does it to you." He winked me as advising that he had already experienced
it. Then one of the twins said:

       "We can do it in pairs side by side. I'm left-handed so I would not
interfere if I make it with my cousin, he is right-handed." Once more, we
appreciated the twins were very intelligent except when a school matter was
treated. At that moment, Francis joined the group.

       "What's going on?" I thought one of the twins was ready to answer
him rudely. I gazed at him, and then he said.

       "It's nothing important." My little nephew stared at me pleading..."

       "Francis, we haven't now time to explain to you, I'll do it to you
later." He gave me a lovely stare. Frankie touched my hand lightly; and an
electric discharge went thru my body, why? I did not know in those
moments. We returned to class and as usual, we forgot everything and
concentrated on our tasks. When finished, we said goodbye to Frankie and
Jim and returned to the farm. Normally, dad transported us in our little
truck in the morning; however, in the afternoon, we must walk. It was
lovely because all four spent our times joking and playing, but never
stopping. One of the twins asked:

       "What about putting into practice what we have learnt from Frankie?"

       "It's a good idea. But we must finish our homework before we do
anything."

       "What is it? Francis asked.

       "Look, Francis, Frankie explained to us how to jerk off our weenies
without getting sore," I answered.

"Can I do it?"

	"Of course you can if you like. When you finish your school
homework; I wait for you in the upper barn floor, ok?"

       "Yes, Ok." All three answered in unison. It was in those days near
the autumn when the sun was shining until very late, so we had time for
everything, except when it was raining. I finished my school homework and
said to mom:

       "I'm going to play with the twins and little Francis." Some minutes
later, the twins arrived rubbing their little tents. Immediately my
beautiful Francis came. We went inside the cave we had formed with straw
bales. It was warm inside, so immediately we got naked, our sticks
erected. I said, "We must establish some rules, otherwise we may hurt
ourselves. I have heard that we can do very often but we should not abuse
it; so I propose we do it a maximum of two or three times a day
altogether." They nodded. The twins and Francis were already spitting
saliva on top of their respective dicks, I followed them and we started
jerking our cocks off with our fists very tight around them. We started
moving our hands up and down our shafts, hands sped up as that nice feeling
started building up in our balls; soon we were panting, and reaching the
point of no return. Moans were heard as we got what seemed our climaxes in
a dry orgasm. I wanted to do this first part because my wish was the direct
contact with my blond little Francis.

"It was great, John, much, much better than in the bed." one of the twins
said.

"Yes, it was; but now let do it in a pair, Frankie told me it is the best."

"Who told him?" The intelligent Francis asked.

       "I don't know, but that's what he suggested me; so let do it. You
twins together, I'll do to Francis." My little angel smiled sweetly at me
as I had my preferences for him. The twins sat down one in front of the
other and started smearing saliva on each other dick. I lay on my back near
them. "Francis, please straddle me facing my dick; but don't put all your
weight on my chest. Spit plenty saliva on your hand." He sat on me by
folding his kneels so my body was between his legs and his back in front of
my face. He started rubbing my thighs and fondling my balls with his left
hand, with the right one he was slowly jerking my dick off. "You follow my
pace on your weenie." I got a beautiful view of his back near my face. My
right hand reached his little hard dick and I started slowly jacking him
off. My left hand wondered rubbing his smooth butt and thighs, I reached
his back until his neck, kneading his beautiful silk hair and massaging his
shoulders. I heard his moans of pleasure as I put my hand on his fatty
chest and rubbed his nipples. My cock was now very hard as all others. Some
time passed, and only we heard moans and the sound of our hands going up
and down the shafts. We were close to our orgasms; the twins that were more
advanced, left each other prick and I could see them one on top of the
other, prick against prick, balls against balls, crotch against crotch, be
rubbing and grinding, lost in wild pleasure.

I was close to my climax. Francis was breathing very hard and his little
body with spasm as I increased the pace of my hand and he did the same with
his. I heard a loud moan from the twin as they collapsed both on the straw
in a tight embrace. Seconds after that, Francis inclined his little head
back, his left hand on top of mine on his dick, the same as mine on top of
his, trying to get the maximum of pleasure that now we could not resist. We
held our breathing; I arched my hips pushing him up. Low moans followed
from each throat gasping for air. My little Francis collapsed on top of me,
his silky hair on my face; both sweating with the strong exercise. He
rolled over to meet my face against his. I hugged him very tight against my
chest. When we almost recovered, I petted his face and hair. He raised a
little bit his head and returned me the caresses. I wanted badly to kiss
him on the lips and suck his lips, but I thought that was not the moment.

The twins were also very tight rubbing themselves against each other. We
remained like that for a few minutes, but we were tired of the school and
our sexual exercise, so I noticed how our eyes closed in the warmth of the
straw. I made an effort to wake myself up because I knew if we drifted to
sleep it would have been very difficult to get up, and probably they would
start searching for us and find us naked. Therefore, I did a great effort;
and tenderly separated Francis from me that was almost asleep.

       "Come on boys, don't get asleep, we must go out to play." The twins
came on top of me and started tickling us. Manuel then said:

       "Thanks, John. That was the most wonderful thing we ever did. I
would do it again now, but my little weenie is soft." Then we all four
embraced in a mutual hug.

       "This is our secret that no one would ever know." We got
dressed. "Now let's play to Indians and cowboys. Then Louis, (the other
twin), said:

       "I'll be the Sheriff this time, and you, Manuel, my assistant."

       "OK, we will be the Indians. I'll be Sitting Bull and Francis will
be White Cloud, my second in command, so we must keep nude from our waist
up." I looked at my little Francis and I could see his happiness as his
Indian name fit him very well. We took off our clothes and left them at the
entrance of the barn. "Francis, please, get some red rose petals from the
garden, we must paint our faces with war stripes." As soon as he came, I
started painting him, we were very close, separated from the twins that
were getting some pieces of wood to use as guns; he was looking into my
eyes, then in a low voice, he said:

       "I love you, Uncle John." He put his hand on my chest and my heart
raced with his touch. At that moment, I wanted to kiss him on his little
and beautiful face. I felt a stirring on my groins; and a sensation of
needing to protect that little being; yet, he was only ten months younger
than I was; now 9 y/o. We were approximately 10 y/o. With a sigh, I said:

       "I love you, too, my little blonde." We started playing and I forgot
everything; our play lasted until almost dark; then we heard the voice of
one of the twin's sisters calling us. We broke and each one left for his
home. I entered my house, with my face and my chest painted and dirty, the
same were my clothes. Mom stared at me and a little bit serious she said:

       "My god, Johnny! Do you realise how dirty you are? You give me more
work than the whole family." I got serious because for an instant I thought
mom was seriously scolding me; but then she opened her arms to receive
me. I ran and jumped into her, feeling the warmth of her big tits. I kissed
her as she was saying, "I adore you my beautiful kitten."

       "I know I'm dirty, so I'll get a bath just now." She took me in her
arms and dropped in the bathroom. I sat down on a white stool and she
became undressing me. Like any child, I hated to bath myself or someone
bathed me; however, when I was into the warm water I changed my mind, so
that time thinking about it, I did not protest. Mom took off all my
clothes, socks and sandals. We wore shoes only on feast
days. Approximately, from March to October, we wore sandals and for the
rest of the year, mostly cold months, boots. Trousers always were shorts
over the knee that we wore until we were teenagers; jeans were unknown to
us.

Since we had plenty of space available in the house, dad had built a large
bathroom with shower and a strange tub that he saw in a foreign
magazine. It was large and with a rounded step on one side so the old
persons could use it, being sat down. An aerial water-tank that the sun
naturally heated provided warm water. There was also a heater tank
connected to a coal or firewood cooker in the kitchen, used out of
summer. I preferred showering with the other boys, but my mom only
permitted it in the backyard in the open air, because in the bathroom we
always made a mess.

       "Johnny, do you want me to bath or soap you?"

       "No, mom thanks; I'll do it myself."

       "Don't forget to wash your hair with the special soap."

       "I'll do, mom." She referred to a special shampoo that she had
bought in the city for all of us in contact with other children in the
school; that was to prevent us from lice contamination, very common in
those times, due to the lack of sanitary installations in the houses and
thus hygiene. Mom got out and closed the door; this had not any lock. Dad
did not allow the carpenter to install it. He, very early, taught all of us
never to enter in the bathroom before knocking on the door if this was
closed; this was common law in the four homes that I still keep in force,
in order to prevent children's' accidents.

I submerged in the warm water, took a vegetal sponge and soaped it
carefully. Then I took the special soap and rubbed against my hair that
produced no much foam. I took the sponge and started washing my face,
taking care of my eyes, then the rest of my body. I sat on the step and
returned to my cock that now was very hard as it waited for my touch. I
carefully put a lot of foam and soap on it and I started washing it
dragging the foreskin up and down. I reeled back what we have done in the
barn, I close my eyes and started jerking it off. However, before I
continued, I submerged in the warm water and rinsed out carefully my hair
and body but without much care. My dick was emerging from the water like a
submarine periscope. I started again jacking it off hearing the chock,
chock, sound of my fist beating the water. I moved my head to one side and
watched my image on the large mirror on the wall, now covered with
humidity. I stood up and with a towel, I cleaned it, but I only could see
from my chest up. I took the stool and climbed on it; a full view of my
body was in front of me as another boy. It surprised me that the image had
a big dick, larger and thicker than mine. I watched myself and I could not
believe why it was bigger in the mirror. "Never mind, it is much better." I
thought.

I remembered when the nice feeling came in the barn, if now was the same
probably I would fall from the stool; reluctantly I returned to the tub and
submerged in the warm water. I put more soap on my red dick and started
stroking the slippery pole with my right hand; with the left, I was
massaging my thighs one after the other, then my nipples and finally my
ball sack that now was tight. I started to tremble as I heard the familiar
sound of my fist beating the water. Soon my breathing increased, my legs
stiffed as I sped the pace of my strokes; suddenly the nice feeling wildly
started from balls to the tip of my cock that nothing could stop. I stopped
breathing and arched my hips over the water as my dry orgasm hit me.

	"Oh! Agh!" I moaned loudly. Fortunately, the bathroom was far away
from the kitchen where my mother was preparing dinner. When I recovered my
breath, I turned over and put my arms on top of the step using it as a
pillow; I remained very quiet and relaxed, it was so nice and
comfortable... I got near asleep when I heard a knock on the door; it was
my mom.

       "Johnny, my son, please don't take much time, dinner is ready and
dad will be here soon." I got up, rinsed, and took a large towel to dry my
hair and body. Still, with the towel on my hands, I climbed on the stool in
front of the mirror. I watched my other dick, now not very flaccid or
erected; again, I looked my real one and I still found the difference. "Why
is it bigger there?" I combed my hair that was not very short and that
rebel tuft that kept my hair up on my forehead. I stepped down the stool
and approached my body to the mirror; now half of my body reflected on
it. "You are a pretty boy, kitten eyes, and your beautiful freckles under
them," I muttered to myself. I approached my face to the mirror and my mind
changed my view, now Frankie's face was on it; I grinned, and approaching
nearly the glass, I kissed those thick red lips on it. The contact with the
cold glass brought me to reality. I glared again at the figure and I
repeated: "Never mind, you are a very beautiful boy." I wrapped the towel
around me and left. I entered the living room; it was chilly outside, so
mom had set up a fire with some logs. The room was very warm so I put the
towel on the large couch and contemplated the flames' dance.  That had
another objective, to heat the room of my parents and mine. Suddenly I
heard my dad coming in.

       "Is it anybody here?" He shouted. I left the room and naked ran to
meet him. I jumped onto his strong and old arms; he near fell back. I was
now close to 10 y/o but my body responded more to an eleven's; the same
happened to Frankie. We hugged and kissed until he dropped me on the large
sofa. Then dad said:

  "I'm dirty. I'll have a quick shower and come back here in one minute."

  "Dad, can I soap you?" I requested.

       "You can, but you may not. You are very clean and nice, so you
better remain here and help mom to bring dinner." I reluctantly said:

       "Ok dad, but don't take much time, I'm hungry." He did not answer
and soon I heard his singing of a zarzuela song as he was showering. I
still nude helped mom to bring the dishes, and when we were finishing dad
came wrapped in a white gown. We all sat down and had dinner. Once we
cleared the dishes dad put some music and sat on the sofa; I jumped on his
lap straddling him, my head on his chest, and rubbing his ticklish chest
hair; he was nude but I did not mind because I had done this hundred of
times. Mom came and sat near my dad; I put one of my legs on mom's
lap. Then dad said:

       "I wouldn't change one of these moments by all the gold in the
world.", Mom then reached her man, as she used to say, kissed him and
kissed me on my hair. It was so sweet, I was so happy... A few minutes
later, I was rocky asleep; mom took me on her arms and dropped me on my
bed, covering my nakedness.

Chapter 4
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At that very moment, Frankie was laying on his bed. His parents had gone to
pay a visit to some colleagues that would participate in the new private
school they were planning, in order to teach those students that wanted to
follow secondary education in the capital city, now that Frank was going to
retire. Frankie was with his hands under his head; his large black eyes
looking at the ceiling but seeing nothing. He was thinking aloud in a
whisper about his friend John; and what they had talked about in the
school. "How handsome he is, I like you, John. I would like to kiss you, to
be with you all the time, to sleep with you." He noticed how his weenie got
hard, popping out thru his pyjama fly, pulsating as he continued
murmuring. His brother Jim interrupted his thoughts.

Jim, Frankie's elder brother, was now 13 y/o. He was not a pretty boy, but
had curly black hair and the same large eyes and lashes as his younger
brother; and a lovely dimple on his right cheek that showed when he smiled,
like the twins. He liked children and always was ready to defend them
against older boys. Mother Nature had bestowed a bright intelligence upon
him.  He was even whiter than his brother was and with a flawless body. We
all deeply loved him. He was very popular and had many friends among boys
and girls, however, only one very close, Robert. No one could explain why
he chose that boy that seemed silly, to whom he helped by teaching him all
he could in the school and in his home. Robert's parents and especially his
old grandmother adored Jim.

Frank, his father, had probably the best library in many kilometres. I will
describe later how he obtained it. Only the Encyclopaedia had 30 thick
volumes that explained math, physic, grammar, poetry, etc. The books
covered one-room shelves from the floor to the ceiling. Jim used to spend
many hours there. He was a much-disciplined person and did not sleep many
hours, but when he did was as a log.

       "What are your thoughts, my beautiful little brother?" He blushed
because his brother had discovered his most intimate inner thoughts.

       "I'm confused Jim, but...well, never mind. I'm excited, we are alone
and..." His brother interrupted him.

       "And you want to jerk off your no so little stick, am I right?"
Frankie grinned at his big brother sheepishly.

       "Yes, we are very comfortable tonight, with no one here to care
about."

       "I want to teach you more things about sex tonight Frankie, so we
can enjoy now and you also can transmit to your best friend, John." Frankie
blushed again.

       "Jim, can I ask you some questions?"

       "Of course you can. I have told you many times never hesitate to ask
me anything." Jim caressed his brother's smooth face "What is it, Frankie?"

       "Well, I... I don't know how to start, Jim."

       "It looks like you are in love... with someone." Frankie blushed
again.

       "Jim, do you promise not to laugh about it?" He smiled.

       "Little brother, love is a serious matter for me, never subject to a
laugher."

       "Jim, I, I... I'm always thinking about John. I feel I would like to
be with him all the time, to... kiss him to..." He blushed deeply again,
but he bravely continued. "I would like to touch him; to make sex things
with him; to look into his beautiful kitten eyes; in summary, to be as his
other half." He kept silent for a moment; as he spoke about this with his
brother; his dick had got very hard and he was very excited. Jim stroked
his brother's waiving black hair.

       "Frankie, it is nothing new. You and your body are awakenings to new
situations as I did three years ago. Now you are truly in love with John,
as I'm sure he is with you; I have watched his eyes staring at you. There
is nothing bad or dirty about it."

       "Are you sure he loves me?"

       "Absolutely; the problem is he has nobody to whom ask about it, most
likely when he's alone in his bathroom or in bed he is jerking off his cock
thinking on you, as you do thinking on him.

       "But that's what the queers do!"

       "No, Frankie. Please never think like that anymore! Your body has
not yet matured enough to know whether you are or not homosexual, even mine
too. Dad told me this; it will fix when we are 16 y/o, never
before. Besides, true homosexuality is born with the person and not
acquired. You feel like that because John is good to you and you are good
to him; you both are now even more beautiful than any girl that I know. You
are just gorgeous, so it isn't strange that you love him as you may do to a
girl as beautiful as John is. It has nothing to do with fags.  Please,
don't mention that word in your pure relationship with your best
friend. You should love him, enjoy with him, and be frank and honest with
him; in summary, to be best friend."

Frankie extended his arms to his brother and kissed him repeatedly. Jim
dropped his right hand on Frankie's stiffed pole starting slowly to jerk
him off. Then he added, "Let's get naked and take this opportunity to
enjoy." Jim did not need to insist on it, Frankie stood up, and within
seconds, he was naked; then Jim said: "Lay on your back on my bed with your
hands under your head, we'll do it in two parts." Frankie jumped onto Jim's
bed, his prick pointing out with a little angle, Jim released from his
pyjama and nude laid down near his younger brother.

He started jerking Frankie's dick up and down slowly, squeezing it and
smearing some saliva on the head. Frankie trembled with his brother's
touches in that sensible part. Jim started licking his brother; first, on
his smooth thighs, then his crotch, and his nipples one by one. Frankie
groaned in pleasure; Jim continued on his brother white and clean
armpits. To this, Frankie could not keep his arms under his head due to the
sexual tension and ticklishness produced by his brother's tongue. He was
now moaning as Jim left for a moment his little brother's dick, while he
squeezed and jerked his own off. With his thumb and forefinger took some of
his own precum and smeared on his brother's hard little pole. Frankie was
very excited and Jim noticed the spasm of his body approaching his
climax. He was himself very excited, too; leaving his brother armpits, he
started caressing his beautiful hair. Frankie could not resist anymore;
instinctively he took his older brother's head and kissed him on the
lips. Jim was not surprised; he was waiting for that since a long time ago.

He returned the kiss to his little brother, but to Frankie's delight, Jim
parted his teeth and their tongues met within a forcedly passion long time
wanted. Jim now increased the pace of his strokes on his brother little
cock, at the same time his large dick fucked the boy's thighs, spreading
his precum over the right one and rubbing the head of his cock on
it. Frankie could not resist anymore; both were breathing very hard thru
their nostrils now inflated, as the body needed a great amount of oxygen to
cope with the excitement. He then arched his hips trying to get his brother
fist down his little prick. Jim felt in his ball and now in his dick, a
strong need to pee, however, he did not mind, he would pee on the bed, if
necessary. They broke the kissing and stopped breathing as that lovely and
strong orgasm hit their young bodies.

	"Ahg!!!" Frankie pushed Jim's head to his chest, but Jim dropped it
between his brother left shoulder and the pillow as he felt the wonderful
sensation on his cock that continued for some seconds. They were breathing
in unison, as a single body; however, Jim made a little cave with his left
elbow in order to facilitate his little brother breathing. They remained
like that for a few minutes, without saying a single word; only their heart
beatings reached their ears.  After some time, Frankie started caressing
his big brother neck and hair, and then tenderly separated his head, then
looked into his brother's eyes and said:

       "Sorry big bro for the kissing, I could not help..." Jim grinned to
his brother with love as he repeated the kiss to him, but this time not
passionately as before, but very, very tender. As he separated his face, he
said:

       "My sweetest brother, you don't need to be sorry about. I have been
waiting for your kiss since I was your age.

       "Why? You should have told me that before."

       "Because I didn't want to force you to do it, I thought that you
might do it but only to please me. Sometimes I watched you when you were
asleep and took the chance to do it on your lips, but very light because I
didn't like to break your dreams."

       "I love you, Jim." Before his brother could answer, he hugged
him. He tenderly separated from his brother and said. "By the way, now you
have much more precum, it has reached my left groin." Jim's face alighted
as he scooted himself to see his prick, his brother's groin and the right
thigh.

       "Oh Frankie, that's not precum, but semen!!!" He shouted, "I'm a man
Frankie!!!" The boy could not clearly understand his brother explosion of
joy as he licked with his tongue the white clear cream, remaining on his
brother's groin: He continued to his thighs spreading then in order to
clean any single rest of his first seed. As he saw his brother's
perplexity, he added: "Frankie this is semen; now if I put it into a girl I
can make a baby; do you understand? It is the most wonderful thing that has
happened to me; I was waiting for it from my 12th birthday and you did it,
my sweetheart!!!." Frankie felt great as his brother called him sweetheart;
he cherished Jim, he had always been so good to him...

       "Jim, I'm very happy that I did it to you."

       "My cute boy!" He got his arms up and started kissing and licking
his armpits as Frankie laughed with joy. Some minutes had passed since they
had that wonderful climax; their young bodies were again ready for another
exploration, then Jim said to his brother with a grin on his face. "I have
to pay you back, and I can tell, you will never forget it during the rest
of your life."  Frankie was smiling guessing what his brother meant.

       "Is that the second part you mentioned to me?"

       "Yes it is, but a special one. I'll send you to the orbit." Both
laughed as his pricks were waiting for the new exercise.

Jim scooted himself to his brother's feet, then started sucking the big
toes, he continued licking Frankie's ankles; his smooth calves. Frankie
spread his legs to give better access to his brother.  He was excited and
his little cock jerking with each heartbeat. Jim continued up to his thighs
licking and sucking that wonderful and smooth skin. Little Frankie was
moaning in pleasure as Jim approached his most private parts, however, when
Jim reached there, to Frankie's disappointment, he missed his cock, only a
light touch with his tongue to his packed balls. He continued up to his
little nipples, Jim took in his fingers the left one, and licked and sucked
the right, and then he changed. Frankie trembled every moment his brother
touched him. He separated from his beautiful little brother and looking
into his eyes, he kissed his red lips.  Frankie eagerly received his
brother passionately, he opened his mouth and their tongues swirled
together. Jim broke their kiss and quickly engulfed Frankie's dick and
balls sack; Frankie instinctively opened his legs and started to move his
head from side to side, as the pleasure overtook him. Jim sucked his little
prick; his tongue rubbed tenderly the dickhead as he sucked the shaft;
Frankie closed the eyes and started murmuring:

       "I love you, John, I love you my..." Jim noticed the spasms on his
little brother's body and the increase of his breaths, assuming he was very
close to his climax. He also was very excited and needed a release. His
boyhood was very hard, so he touched himself spreading the abundant precum
over the head and shaft as he heard his little brother moans and sighs. He
then put his hands under Frankie's butt and lifted it to his face,
engulfing entirely his pack touching with his tongue Frankie
crotch. Frankie could not resist any more stimulation, as he held his
breathing and arched his hips; he was receiving the greatest feeling he had
ever experienced. Jim left only one hand under Frankie's butt cheeks and
started stroking his own penis; he could not resist, he heard his little
brother moan:

	"Ahg!!!" For a moment Jim thought his brother would faint, but as
his climax subsided he sank on the bed as he came back from a far orbit; he
was sweating because his young body was not used to this effort. With this
excitement, Jim felt his orgasm quickly advancing from his groins, balls
and to the tip of his penis; he then dropped himself on top of his brother
left leg, his prick in Frankie's groin started to thrust wildly the boy's
belly. Only two or three thrusts were necessary as his body got rigid, his
breath stopped and he started spurting semen with a similar groan:

	"Ahg!!!" He abandoned himself involved in his lust; he did not mind
where his small spurts went. Frankie was still breathing hard. Jim lay on
his chest near his brother trying to recover his strength, also
sweating. They remained for some minutes without moving; then he raised and
could see Frankie was peacefully breathing and asleep as like rock. He
stared at his flaccid dick and the mess he had made on his little brother
left groin and belly. He licked and swallowed his white clear cream, and
then grabbed the bed blankets and sheets covering his brother and
himself. He cuddled beside Frankie and drifted to sleep. He thought for a
moment that his dad might find them together in the same bed and naked, but
he had not the strength to get up and move his brother to his bed. "Well,
I'll find an explanation in case they ask me." He thought. He kissed
Frankie's chest and in one minute, he was as asleep as his little brother
was.

Frank and his wife arrived an hour later; he went upstairs and saw some
light in his boys' room, it was a low voltage lamp on top of their
nightstand that kept since they were babies, thus not needing to put on the
main light, yet enough to see everything. He could see both boys asleep in
the same bed, cuddled; probably due to the warm of their bodies, they had
instinctively dragged the covers down to Jim's chest, he thought: "I'll put
Frankie in his bed before his mom can see him; she does not like boys
together." She was a very good woman, but still a little bit
conservative. Frank dragged the covers even more in order to lift Frankie's
body on his arms.  He contemplated the beauty in front of him, and a
current of pride swept him: "His boy was prettier than those angels painted
on the church's ceiling; the only difference is my Frankie has black hair,
on the contrary of those in the church, that always were painted blond. If
he were to be a girl, what a beautiful woman would have been! But now I
prefer him as the boy that he is."  He thought. He dragged down the
covers. A familiar stink overtook him, and much more when he lifted his
little son; it was semen.

As he took his boy to his chest, he could not help and kissed him lightly
on his little red lips.  Frankie was in another world and at the touch of
his father lips Frank could hear his son muttering, "I love you, John, my
sweet..." The boy stopped and Frank dropped his boy on the warm woollen
mattress, he then covered him observing the boy little penis was
erected. He kissed his son on the forehead and slowly whispered in his ear
"I love you, too, Frankie." He observed a slight grin on his beautiful face
as he continued sleeping.

He went back to his elder son's bed where the smell came from; he carefully
uncovered a little bit more Jim until he could see his penis. It was limp
with a mini drop of white clear stuff in the pee slit; he touched it
lightly and smelled it. "Yes, my son is already a man, a lovely and
handsome man who would break more than one girl's heart." He
thought. "However, he is very tall for his age and there is not any sign of
puberty; his skin is as smooth as a baby's, long eyelashes and short brown
waving hair, even curlier than his little brother." He pecked his sleeping
son on the forehead, covering him. "He's a little man, how lucky we are
with these boys", he thought, "Both, like himself, were devoted to his
mother, his little doll! Between his boys and himself carried out the
heaviest part of the housekeeping, washing, cleaning... under his mother
guidance; she was seriously sick, however, nothing would happen if they
helped; in fact, after they married she had improved his health; how
thankful he was to his elder son!!!" He put off the light, rubbed softly
Jim's forehead and left the room. His wife was looking at him from the
door:

       "How are they, my man?

       "Perfect, we have a new man in the family; Jim has had his first wet
dream." He lied "I was having some meditations about how lucky we have been
in spite of the bad times we have gone thru. Sometimes I think that I
should have had my children when I was younger, but unfortunately, you were
not here my lovely little doll." His wife understood her man; she knew
about his past life as the greatest playboy and Don Juan in some
kilometres, and how he had cared her with so much devotion.

       "I adore you Frank; I would have given my life for you. You cannot
blame yourself; probably we have saved them from those terrible times
carved in our minds forever. They have the future in front of them and I'm
absolutely sure they will be happy, and, believe it or not, we will see
their happiness." She hugged her husband and went to bed.

Chapter 5
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Frankie woke up; it was early but he found himself happy and rested. The
first dawn lights streamed thru the window; his home was one of the last
houses in the way to John's farm and to the next village; he could watch
from it, fields of orange trees, now near yellow; the house used to belong
to a farm now disappeared. He got up and went to pee; he found himself
naked but in his bed, it was strange but he did not mind. He returned under
the covers observing how his weenie was still hard after peeing. All the
sudden, came to his memory the sexual enjoyment he had had with his
brother.

He sat on Jim's bed and looked at his brother; he liked him. Jim opened the
eyes staring with a smile to his little angel, extending his arms inviting
him to scoot up to his chest. Frankie launched himself in his brother's
arms, as he hugged him tenderly, and then their mouths met in a long and
gentle kiss expressing loads of love. Jim broke the kiss and caressed his
younger brother's face.

       "I liked a lot what we did last night, but I like much more your
kisses. That was sex but this is something greater."

       "I could not live without you, Jim." The boy hugged tenderly his
brother.

       "Oh, my little angel," Jim said. They closed their eyes and soon
they were asleep again.  At 8:30 am, Jim woke up, the streams of the sun
shining thru the window; his little brother was still sleeping on his
chest. Softly he separated him and moved him to his side; then went for a
pee, and to clean all the mess he had on his crotch. Fortunately, nothing
had dropped on the bed sheets, since his load was very small; he returned
and watched the beauty of his little brother. He started caressing lightly
him all over his arms and legs in order to wake him up.  Frankie opened his
eyes, extended his arms and they started making ticklish.

       "Good morning Jim, is it the time?" He asked after a few moments of
fun.

       "Yes, please get up, we must do our housekeeping works before dad
and mom get up."  Frankie went for a pee and to clean himself, soon he
returned and joined his brother.

 "Can we stay naked Jim? I like it."

 "No, we cannot; I think dad wouldn't mind, but mom would."

       "John told me that he remains naked when they don't expect anybody,
even have dinner together naked, of course not his mom, but his dad also
likes it; especially when he returns in the evening and had a bath. They
sit down in the living room and then John jump onto his dad's lap. He said
that sometimes his weenie gets hard against his dad's belly."

       "Does his dad make sex thing to him?"

       "Oh no! He told me that when he gets that hard he starts rubbing his
weenie against his dad's tummy as he sat on his lap; his dad helps him to
get a release by kissing and stroking his hair until he is finished. He
said he never noticed his dad's cock hard; sometimes when his dad sees him
hard, he puts some music saying: "We must get your soldier to sleep."
Normally when he is done, his dad takes him and tucks into his bed."

       "Michael is a good man and he caresses his son very much, as much as
dad does to us."

       "I feel affection for them too, Jim. They are so a good family..."
He paused as recalling something, and then suddenly said. "Jim, when I meet
Francis' dad there, he always hugs me gently, as if I was his son or
brother; I like it a lot the same as when you hug me; it is a strange
sensation. John says he feels a little bit jealous of me; he never hugs him
in the same way.  Why?" Jim sighed; he knew the answer but could not say
anything. He ruffled his brother's hair avoiding the reply.

       "Come on, it is getting late." Both boys dressed only in shorts went
downstairs to do their jobs. They peeked into their parent's room and could
see them peacefully sleeping; Frank was with his arms gripping his wife, as
protecting her from someone or something. "It is sweet to see how dad loves
mom and the sacrifice he is doing since they married. He could have married
any girl rich or poor in many kilometres; he was one of the most handsome
men of this area."

       "How do you know that, Jim?"

       "Well, I'm not silly; mom sometimes said things when she believed I
was playing..."

       "But they married when dad was nearly an old man!"

       "Yes, you are right. However, many women know dad very well. For
example, my friend Robert's mom told me a lot about dad, and also dad
himself told some months ago about his youth; so picking up here and there
I have an idea about how his life has been up to now, and believe me, it is
much more interesting than many novels." The boys laughed.

"Jim, can you tell me all that you know about his life?"

"Not now, I'll do bit by bit, so you don't get bored, as in the story of
"One thousand nights."

"Please Jim..."

       "Frankie, let's do our job, next time we are in bed relaxed I'll
start telling you; now here you are your apron." Both boys wore it, Frankie
started sweeping the kitchen and rest of the rooms, Jim washed up all the
dirty dishes that were in the sink from the previous night, and after
rinsing them he put them on a plate shelve. Frankie went upstairs, carrying
all week dirty laundry and put it in a special wooden sink for later
cleaning by his dad. After some more works, the house was clean and tidy
except their parent's room. It was past 10:00; both boys sat down in the
kitchen, heated milk and put malt in it, in those times coffee was an
expensive product and very difficult to obtain, if not by contraband; they
took a large piece of bread each and put into the milk. They ate in silence
and when had finished Frankie asked his brother:

	"Jim, how was our dad at our age?"

"I told you I would tell you some other day."

"Please." Frankie pleaded with his brother knowing the influence he had on
him.

      "Ok, but only this question." Frankie sighed and nodded as Jim
started. "During a raining day, I was in Robert's home helping him with
some maths problems. His grandmother sat near us knitting in silence, she
is very old, then suddenly said: "Jimmy you are a pretty boy and your
little brother even more than you are, but your dad was the most beautiful
baby and later boy I have ever seen." In those moments, Robert's mom sat
down with us and she added, "Your dad has been the most handsome boy and
the man of this zone. All girls in the village sighed about him and were in
platonic love with him and his mate, Michael; including me. They never
disappointed a girl, but no one could catch your father. Michael was not as
handsome, but he was that sort of person that always needs to be there. He
was joyful and always made people feel happy. They enjoyed their youth a
lot, however, also they had their own problems." Jim stopped watching his
brother with his mouth open waiting for more. "No more", he finished.
"Let's get ready mom and dad's breakfast, they came late last night and
must be hungry.  Frankie reluctantly said:

       "Ok, as soon as you can, you must continue telling me dad's forays."
Jim nodded. He had already put fire to a vegetal charcoal cooker and placed
four bread slices on it. When the toasts were ready, he put some olive oil
and honey; took two large cups and filled with milk and malt. Jim carried
the cups on a tray and Frankie the toasts on a plate. They went upstairs
and knocked on the door of their parent's room

       "Come in", Frank said. Both brothers entered the room, they put the
tray and plate on the nightstand.

       "Good mornings." Jim approached his dad and Frankie his mom. When
Jim approached his dad, Frank, in a whisper said to his son:

       "Congratulations my little man!" Jim deeply blushed because his dad
never called him my little man like today, so he guessed he had already
discovered he had expelled his first semen; he continued: "Mom knows it, so
you don't need to hide, it is normal at your age and I was waiting for it."
He hugged his son tenderly.

       "Thanks, dad for your understandings." Then Margaret that was also
waiting for his elder son said:

       "Is it a question for men only? Or can a mother know what is going
on?" She opened her arms to Jim and she hugged him very tight: "My
beautiful young man, your next dress will be in long trousers." Jim again
got red and Frankie grinned at him. Then Jim said:

       "Dad, we have finished all our works except your room, can I go with
my friends?"

       "Even if they were not done, today is a special day for you
Jim. I'll do the rest myself with Frankie's help. Jim again blushed and
said nothing. Frankie also took his dad's good predisposition:

       "Dad, I would like to see John's family, it is now a long time that
I have not been on the farm and I would like to play with the rest of the
children." Frank gazed at his little doll, and she nodded.

       "Ok, my beautiful boy. I'll tell you what we'll do. Mom is going to
pay a visit to a friend of her, so, if you don't mind, I'll accompany you;
I need to ask something to Michael and his son in law, Francis' dad.

       "That's great, dad!" He shouted. I'll finish my tasks and as soon as
you are ready we'll walk up to the farm." The boys washed and dressed; Jim
as a Sunday, but Frankie in casual clothes in order to be free playing with
his friends. When Frank was ready, Jim left to meet his friends and Frankie
and his dad left for John's farm. He was thinking, "What a surprise I'll
give my friend John." In half an hour, they reached the main gate of the
farm, from there to the big house there were tall oak trees now without
leaves. Wintertime was approaching.

My mom saw our friends; I was lying on the couch in the living room reading
a book. I had not dressed since I got up and had breakfast, I did not
expect anyone coming until a little bit later that the twins and Francis
would come to play.

 "John, I think we have a lovely visit." My mother said.

 "Who is it, mom?"

       "Frank and Frankie; they are just here." I forgot I was nude and ran
to meet our friends; fortunately, Frank had stopped greeting dad. At the
same time we heard the knock on the door, I opened it, Frankie got
surprised watching me naked, his most adorable person as he used to say,
however, I was so happy that I did not realise about my nakedness. We
hugged so gleefully that we didn't say anything. After the first
impression, Frankie said:

       "John, you are naked and someone could see you like that."

       "Oh! You are right. Come upstairs." I then shouted mom: "Mom I'll
stay in my room with Frankie for a little while." However, Frankie said:

       "I'll meet you there; I must greet your mom." I rushed upstairs
meanwhile Frankie was with mom. My dick started to grow, so as soon as
Frankie entered I locked the door. I could also see the tent forming on his
shorts.

       "Why are you locking the door?" He innocently asked. I took his
hands in mine. I felt how they started to sweat as I was trembling and
looking into his large black eyes, I said:

       "Frankie, my dick is hard and yours too; I don't want anyone
watching us like this. I have been dreaming about this moment since some
time ago." Both kept silence and I saw some water forming in Frankie's
eyes. I did not know what to say or what to do, so I tried, "Frankie, I,
I..." He then stopped me by placing his forefinger on my lips:

       "I love you, too, John. I'm not as strong as you are and I should
have said this before to you." I did not expect that declaration of love; I
hugged my friend very tight and kissed him many times on his face as I
rubbed his back tenderly. He took my bare arms to him, and his, to my back,
caressing my hair and kissing my neck and my face. We stopped for a while
after declaring our love.

       "Frankie, until our tenth birthday, we were the best pals of the
village, but after that, I started looking at you differently. Lately, my
heart jumped for joy when I saw you in the morning.  I was anxious to meet
you, to talk..." He grinned and then kissed my palms and placed them on his
face.

       "John, I felt the same. I started comparing you with our friends
because I didn't know what was happening to me, but you always were the
greatest of all of them." He then paused and then said. "I think it is
simple: we have become to love each other. Why? I don't know." I grinned,
as I felt something strange in the pit of my stomach.

       "Please Frankie, take off your clothes, I want to touch you and you
to touch me as much as you want; I'm all the time thinking about you and
only wanting to stay, play, chat with you."  He did not doubt it for a
second, he removed his clothes and both nude, hugged again. I badly wanted
to kiss his red lips but I still was a little bit shy since he might reject
it. We sat on the bed and again started exploring and caressing each
other. Gently he caressed my face as I did the same to him. I reached his
dick and started slowly jerking him off, he then said:

       "John, I'm going to teach you what I have learnt from Jim; I want
you to enjoy as much as I did with him. Please, lie down on your back and
take your arms under your head." That shocked me, but he was the master and
I obeyed him. He started licking my thighs, then my balls, missing my
prick. He did more or less, what Jim had done to him the previous night,
but when he engulfed my dick into his mouth, it was so great that I near
fainted.

       "Oh, Frankie...!" He seemed not to notice my excitement and in a few
moments, he sent me over the stars. He had to put his hand on my mouth to
muffle my loud groan. I lay on the bed as he started caressing my dick and
my belly. When he reached my face, I dragged him and kissed his beautiful
face. Once I recovered, I said. "Oh Frankie that was wonderful, but I see
you are still hard."

       "Yes, I have not released, but we'll do it in a different way, I
have done it last night with Jim." He then went on top of me; he started
rubbing his crotch against mine. He stopped a moment and spate on our hard
dicks; then started grinding and moving up and down; soon my weenie was
again at full speed. I turned him over so he was on his back and I was on
top of him. I watched my beautiful friend under me; I licked repeatedly his
chest and sucked his nipples several times. We were breathing heavily as
our climaxes approached. Half a minute later, he arched his hips and I
pushed down my dick as our breathing stopped. We hugged very tightly as
that wonderful and sweet feeling hit our young bodies. We collapsed; I slid
to his side and when we recovered, I said:

       "Thank you Frankie; that was the most beautiful thing I ever
did. I'll always love you."

       "I love you, too, John. I do your face, your eyes and especially
that beautiful tuft on your forehead." He then caressed it. "I thought you
might not like me, but Jim told me: "Don't worry Frankie, John loves you, I
have seen it in his eyes when he stares at you."

       "And he was right. We have been friends for a long time; however,
since a few months ago it has been different. I don't know what happened to
me, but I started to see you in another way; I liked how you move, how you
speak... in summary everything you did was great for me."

       "John, it happened the same to me. I envied your nephews when they
left for your farm together with you, I would have liked to be one of them
and be hand in hand with you all the way to talk to you."

       "We can be here hand in hand all the time, no one will mind
it. There is nobody to say dirty words like a queer to us because we caress
each other. We are not that sort of boys, Frankie, I like you and you like
me that's all. If that means I'm a queer... well, I don't mind..." I bent
my head because I felt a blur in my eyes, but I felt my friend pulling up
my chin, he looked deeply into my eyes, I think he reached my heart. He
wiped away my tears with the back of his hand.

       "You are the most beautiful person in the world for me, John. I
don't mind either what anyone could think about what we are. I adore you my
little kitten." We hugged tenderly, our passion has already been satisfied
and we eagerly wanted to be together and to play together, as any child
that felt he was special and loved. "Let dress, fetch the twins and Francis
and play together." Hand in hand, we ran to Francis' home; at those
instants, we felt the greatest boys of the Earth.

I expected to find my sister Rosemary and her children and my brother in
law, Tomas. He was very busy, he had a company in the city with a partner
in the electrical business and he often was out. My sister Rosemary had at
the time another child, a beautiful boy of seven named Joan, and a newcomer
expected within some months. I worshipped all of them; especially my sister
that was my favourite and she knew this. Frankie had not seen them for a
couple of months. When we entered, my sister received me as usual, lifting
me from the floor and hugging me with the complacency of my little angel
Francis; as soon as she saw Frankie, hugged and kissed him on the cheeks;
as he was a little shy with my sisters, he blushed. She then said in a loud
voice:

       "Here we are the two beauties of the village!" I was used to those
expressions by my sister, so it did not surprise me. Suddenly Tomas
appeared, he was my brother in law.

       "Where are those beauties?" He hugged me, then he looked at Frankie,
they gazed each other, he tussled his hair, and tenderly hugged him; I felt
a pang of jealousy. Frankie remained for some seconds in their hug until my
little angel Francis said:

       "Uncle John, let's fetch the twins." They broke their hug and we
rushed outside; Frankie again took my hand and Francis'. Soon we joined the
twins and their sisters. My sister Lucia, twin Manuel's mother, had also
two twin boys of eight, and my sister Angela, twin Louis' mother, a boy of
6 and a girl of 2. My oldest girls' nephews were now almost 13, with lovely
little tits coming out from their chests. Sometimes they caught me looking
at their little breasts. Frankie also liked a lot that view. All boys and
girls started to play on the grass near the houses; it was a warm and sunny
morning.

       "Frankie, they have beautiful tits, aren't they?"

       "Sure John, I like that, my dick would start getting hard if I
continue looking at them."

       "Let's play and forget it." All children joined in a large ring; I
was giving my right hand to Frankie and my left to Francis. Frankie was
giving his hand to me and to Rosemary eldest girl, but immediately a little
boy came, he was Joan; he cut the ring, taking his right hand to his sister
and his left one to Frankie. He giggled to him a little bit shy, but soon
they got into the play. We played for a long time; I could see dad speaking
to Frank; and little later my brother in law Tomas, talking to Frank with
his arm over Frank shoulders as they walked into the trees where I could
not see them. Sometime later my three sisters joined the ring, so the whole
family was together, except little Louis' sister that was in my mom's
arms. That was a memorable morning.  We played, laughed and ran until it
was nearly noon. Frank returned advising Frankie that was time to return
home. Kisses and hugs displayed again; Francis' dad, Tomas, hugged Frank
and Frankie who blushed again. However, when they were near the gate with
my dad, he said:

       "Ah, Frank, I forgot something." Both friends stared at each
other. Frank knew it was a trick but he could not say anything. Addressing
to me, my dad said, "Please, John, bring that little parcel that is in your
room." I took Frankie's hand and we rushed to the big house. In fact, I had
arranged the trick with dad, mom and Frankie; he knew what the parcel
contained; a corduroy dress, windcheater and long trousers. Frankie said:

       "I think Jim will be mad when he sees them, he like a lot corduroy,
he will feel like a man." I put the parcel on the bed, I took my friend's
hands, and we looked at each other into our eyes. Without saying a single
word, we hugged tenderly. "I love you, John." He said. A stirring started
in my groins.

       "I love you, my little Frankie." We hugged again. "Let's go, they
are waiting for us. Give Jim a great hug on my behalf and thanks for his
teachings." Frankie grinned and we ran downstairs. We reached them, dad
then said to his blood-bonded brother.

       "Frank, this is our present for Jim as he is a little man..." Frank
interrupted him.

       "How do you know..."

       "I know what, Frank?" Frank realised that his friend had made the
present because he presumed Jim would be a man soon or was already.

       "Nothing Michael, forget it." We broke our hands and I said:

       "Thanks for bringing Frankie, Frank." He approached me, kneeled and
kissed me as he said in a whisper:

       "I know you love each other as your dad and I did in the past." I
blushed but he was already walking taking his son's hand. Frankie turned
his head and waved his hand goodbye.

Chapter 6
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My sister Rosemary and her husband Tomas watched from their house how the
group disappeared behind the gate on the road to the village. Their
children had gone to play. She took her husband's hand and entered his
house. She adored her man.

       "Tomas, I have noticed something whenever you hug that little boy,
Frankie." He kept silence during some moments as he was reeling back some
lost memories; Rosemary continued: "I think he also feels something about
you."

       "Rose, probably your heart has discovered something to you that
needs to be clarified.  Please, let's sit down on the couch." He dragged
his wife into the living room; both sat down.

       "What is it, my man?"

       "You may have sometimes heard gossips that we never talked about
because they were not important for us because our love was what mattered
and you never doubted or asked me anything." He paused for some seconds
waiting his wife would make any question; but she kept in silence as he
continued: "That little lad is my half-brother, Rosemary; and I think he
felt something that he cannot explain himself, but probably he would ask
and eventually find out."  Rosemary was astounded but pressed her husband's
hand encouraging him to continue. "The first time I directly contacted my
dad I was six..." He paused, and then she said:

       "Your dad? But you had him every day at home!"

       "No Rose; he was my official father, I always called him Father, but
never did dad."

       "Oh, I see..." He then continued:

       "After my 6th birthday, my mother took me to the school as every
mother or father did with their child at my age. I clearly remember him as
if it was today; very strong, tall and not dressed as a formal teacher, but
as a wonderful and powerful man; covering his strong chest with a
short-sleeve shirt, no jacket; no moustache; no beard; he was a man, not a
teacher, I thought. He received us. Mom talked to him with her head bent
down avoiding his sight; then he said:

       "Please, Tomas, sit down on the first row, on that desk with Peter."
Mom left and I looked at the door and then to the big man. I met his smile
and large eyes staring at me, giving me strength in my new situation. I
forgot my fears and my mom, starting my tasks. That first day nothing else
happened except that when I tried to look at him I always met his eyes and
his smile. After that day, I noticed he was affectionate with me, always
trying to help me, teaching me; he ruffled my blond hair and my back when I
left for the following day. I did not say anything to mom, only that I
wanted eagerly the next day to come to go to the school; very unusual for a
child of six. His caresses increased as he helped me; he sat down near me
and I smiled at him; I felt very comfortable and learning very quickly; he
seemed very happy and proud of my presence. Our friendship increased and I
always delayed leaving the classroom until the last one. As you know, we
had classes even on Saturday morning. One of those days, as he was
preparing to close the doors, I said:

       "Sir, I would like today were Monday and not Saturday." He kneeled
in front of me, looked into my eyes and asked:

       "Why, Tomas?" I doubted but I dared to say:

       "Because... I like the school and being with you." Before he could
react, I kissed quickly him on the cheek and left running to the door. I
rushed to my house without stopping, it was not far, only five houses
separated from the school, at that time it was the last street on the road
to this farm and the school had only two classes, one for boys and one for
girls. My little heart was beating hard into my chest, and I blushed, only
thinking about what I had done; but I felt happy, very happy.

"On Monday I got up early in order to be the first one to arrive in the
school; I wanted the other boys didn't see me blush when I met him. As soon
as the door opened, I entered, he looked at me and again he kneeled, I
kissed him and he kissed me saying: "Good morning Tomas." That was right at
the beginning. When he needed a boy to order books, to clean a chair or
anything, I was a volunteer to do the job. My heart wanted his caresses, to
be with him. He always had little presents for me, a pencil, a notebook, a
tales book; little things that conquered my heart needed a father's
affection. After some months, I had learnt to read. I learnt during a few
months what normally took near two years to most of the children. Of
course, I still read with some difficulty.  One spring day, near the
summer, I wanted to read a tale, but there were some words that I could not
understand; during the break, I remained at my desk. He sat down reading a
book and watching me; then he said:

       "Tom, don't you go out for the break?" My little heart jumped in joy
when he used that short name when nobody was there; I knew from that moment
he loved me and preferred from any boy in the school.

       "No, it is more interesting this tale, but there are some words I
don't understand."

       "Come here and I'll explain them to you." I got up and went to his
desk; he took me from my armpits and sat on his lap. I felt so
happy... when he thought other boys would return, he kissed me on my cheek,
fondled my hair, and said, "Now you can continue by yourself." I sat at my
desk and I looked at him; he grinned at me and I grinned back. At that
moment, I wanted to hug and kiss him all over his face... but he was only
my teacher. Time passed quickly and summer arrived. As usual, it was hot
and I could not see him. "Where is he?" I asked myself. I played sometimes
close to the school and his house that formed a single building. I thought,
"What does he do when there is no school?"

"I was seven. September came and again the school. I was the first to
enter, I wanted to hug him, but there were all new boys and mothers
waiting, so I looked at him and he looked at me with a sweet smile, as
saying: "be patient, later." The first break came and all the boys rushed
outside. A door connected his house with the classroom and he disappeared
thru it. When nobody was in the classroom I went thru the door, he was
waiting for me kneeling. I launched myself into his arms and I hugged him
tightly, as I wanted to do since the school had closed. He did the same; he
fondled my hair my back and rubbed softly my cheeks with the back of his
hand.

       "I like you, sir; I have missed you a lot." He tenderly separated
me, and staring into my eyes, he said:

       "I like you too, Tom, I have missed you heaps."

       "Sure you missed me?"

       "Yes, I did." He then caressed me gently again and added. "But if
the other boys see us they may envy you and think that I'm not fair with
them because I like all my pupils" but he immediately added, "But not as
much as I do to you." I smiled and sighed satisfied, I did not want to
share his affection with anyone, but he continued: "Since we love each
other you cannot call me "Sir"; when we are alone, you can call me Frank;
however, this is our secret little Tom; no one, do you hear me, no one must
know that we like each other. Do you understand?"

       "Yes, Sir." He looked at me smiling. "Yes Frank", I repeated. He
hugged me and we entered the classroom; the boys started to return from the
break. Some weeks passed and we established the trick I would enter his
house when the last boy had left at the end of the day, or in the
breaks. We then caressed and talked about many things that a boy of seven
could do. I was very happy and mom could not understand why. I was near
eight when one day I was trying to read a difficult paragraph and I found
some difficult words; yet, instead of start asking at that moment I waited
until the break came:

       "Frank I don't understand these words, please can you..." I
approached his desk, he lifted me on his lap to read with me; but I moved
down again. He was terribly shocked; I noticed the fears in his eyes, so I
extended my arms and kissed a peck on his cheek. He then sighed and asked
me:

       "Have you hurt yourself?" I doubted to answer but I said:

       "No, I didn't; my father spanked me last Saturday evening with his
belt because I spilt some milk. It hurt when I sit down." I noticed how the
muscles of his face hardened, and the pencil he had in hands broke into two
parts. I heard him murmuring:

       "Oh my God! Why?" He wanted to comfort me because he saw my tears
coming out. He hugged and kissed me; then he said, "Take this cushion and
put it on your desk, don't explain it to anyone, fortunately, your pal that
sits down near you is sick; when we finish, you remain in your desk until I
close the door." I did as he told me. When he locked the door, took me in
his arms lifting me to his chest. I started crying as he caressed my neck
and kissed me repeatedly.  "Take it easy, son, please don't cry." That even
made me cry more. He sat on the large couch with me in his arms; he had
already lit a fire on the fireplace that lighted the room. When I calmed
down, he looked at me and kissed my cheek again. "Please Tom, turn around."
He then took my shirt up, then my trousers to my butt and touched the large
bluish bruises. I squirmed in pain. "Oh God! How a man can be so... to do
this to an angel?" He caressed my back several times, as trying to heal my
pains. He replaced my clothes and turning me, again hugged me very
tightly. I could not stop crying; he kept me for several minutes to his
chest, until he felt I was quiet and calmed. He tenderly separated me.

       "I love you, Frank," I said to him still with tears on my face. "My
father is always drunk on Saturdays."

       "I love you too, son." I adored that word that I had never heard
from my father, he continued: "Tom, I want you to hear me
carefully. Listen, you should never argue with your father; he used to be a
good man, I wonder why he has become into an animal. If you think he is
going to spank you, you must fly away; your house is not far from here, and
both houses have the back facing the fields, so if you run thru the back no
one would be able to see you neither find out where you are going." He
pointed out to a back door as he continued. "That door faces to the yard
and I'll always leave it open. You can easily access to the backyard, so
you must run as much as you can and enter this house. If I am here, you
will be safe, but if not, lock all doors, enter my bedroom and hide under
the bed covers until I return. Is it clear to you?"

       "Yes, it is." Then looking at him very carefully, I took his face
between my little hands and I kissed him on the lips. This surprised him,
and then he asked me:

       "Why have you done this, Tom?"

       "Because my mom told me once, that we must kiss a person on the lips
when I love that person a lot, and I love you very much. I would like that
you were my dad..." I could not end the phrase. He hugged me very tightly;
then he tenderly separated me from him and did me on the lips, too.

       "I worship you, my little angel. I'll tell you what we are going to
do: You will consider me as your dad and I'll consider you as my son, but
only when nobody is present, if someone can see us, you will be Tomas and
I'll be your teacher." I hugged him as tightly as I could.

       "Oh dad, my dad, that's great."

       "My little son; my angel son!" He answered. He filled me with kisses
and I filled him the same. I think there was not any part of my face that
this memorable evening he did not kiss. We remained on the sofa united
watching the fire, then he said:

       "Son, you must go to your other home. Ah, moreover, you don't need
he spanks you to come here, you can do any time that you want, but you must
be very, very careful. No one must see you, otherwise, someone could know
about our secret and we might get into troubles.

       "Don't worry dad, I'll be invisible; I know how to do it. We hugged
with a sigh, then I said, "Dad, are you a sorcerer? You have cured all my
bruises, now I feel nothing." He smiled at me and I took the back door to
return home. When I arrived home, my mom asked me where I had been, I
answered, "playing alone, as usual".

Time elapsed quickly, I continued visiting him, I would say nearly every
day. The procedure was always different, but I enjoyed being on my back on
the old couch with my head on his lap, especially on cold days; he always
had something to read. We spent hours and hours reading; he brought me
adventures' books. I enthusiastically read about Gulliver's journeys,
pirates on the Indian seas, Captain Nemo's submarine and many others. He
taught me how to use a dictionary when I did not understand the meaning of
a word. I was nine, too young for that sort of books, but I could read
easily anything. My dad was very proud of me mentioning as an example to
follow the other kids, encouraging them to learn; he used to say:

       "You all are as intelligent as Tomas is, so if he did you can also
do; you can be sure of this." He irradiated confidence and
self-esteem. Many others followed his instructions and he received
congratulations from the academic authorities for this. He never spanked or
humiliated a boy; when he found himself forced to punish a student, he
would take him to stay into the classroom until all boys were gone, to tell
him what his punishment was, but never physically and in front of his pals
and friends. Children sometimes can be very smart but cruel. I needed and
enjoyed with my dad's caresses; I noticed that when my father spanked me,
he seemed to love me much more, especially when he watched my bruises, of
course, I was wrong. One day that he noticed some contusions, said:

       "Tom, has he spanked you again?"

       "Yes, dad."

	"Why didn't you run here? Did he force you?"

	"No dad, he didn't; I remain quiet as he dropped his belt on me, I
could have run but I didn't."

       "But why, my son?" He asked concerned. I doubted for a moment.

       "I love you a lot, dad." He was astonished as I continued, "You like
me more when my father spanks me, so I prefer to suffer his strokes because
later I'll be compensated with your caresses." He hugged me very
tightly. When we separated, I saw he had his large eyes blurred.  I also
was close to sobbing because I noticed he was suffering. He looked into my
eyes for a long minute; he hugged me again and said:

       "Tom, please, you should never, never do it again. I feel a lot of
affection for you the same and I will give you all the kisses and hugs that
you want. Don't you realise that when you suffer I suffer as well? When I
see the bruises on your back, I would have liked to receive them myself
instead of you. You will fully understand this when you grow and have your
own children.  Listen, my son, a dad isn't only to put seeds inside a woman
and have a baby; it is much more than that; it is to adore that baby and
when he or she grows; even, if necessary, to give his own life to save his
child. I would kill anyone to save you. I would gladly give my life to save
yours; do you understand?" He paused. I could not resist my dad
explanations, I started to cry inconsolably; he took me to his chest and
embraced me very tightly until I stopped sobbing. I did not realise at that
moment he also was telling me that he was my true dad and therefore, he
immensely loved me."

"I helped him to clean the house, to wash up dishes. He taught me how to
make an omelette, to prepare toasts, to make coffee, to fry eggs, and many
other things. He was and he is very clean. The house was very tidy; I
remember that the bed sheets were as white as snow. He said:

       "Tom, you must take care of your body, a clean body is a healthy
one, now that there are so many sicknesses. To prevent any contamination
from lice and similar, clothes must be boiled, this will kill anything."
Those were the happiest days with him; I would have liked to spread the
news saying everybody "This is my dad to whom I love and he loves me!" That
was the only dark point in my heart. He liked hiking and mountain
climbing. Secretly and when my father was out, he took me to the mountains
showing me the trees, naming them, rocks and type of them; these short
trips fascinated me. I liked winter because I stayed longer with my dad;
normally he would close the door and I remained inside with him. When we
finished our cleaning tasks, he would set the fire up and extend a blanket
near it; then he would prepare a glass of milk and some biscuits for me. I
laid down on my tummy reading, and he sat down close to me with his back
against an armchair, massaging my shoulders and caressing my hair that was
a little bit longer because he liked it, whenever it was clean; most of the
boys had his hair very short to prevent lice. We stayed for hours chatting
and reading, and then we hugged until the next day."

"One Sunday evening my father came drunk as usual, he started calling mom
whore and many other strong words, as I tried to defend her I told him:

       "She isn't a whore, you are a bastard!"

       "Me a bastard? He shouted. Then got his belt and stroked my left
shoulder and back, but he could not catch me as he proposed
himself. Following my dad's instructions I ran and I hid near his house
behind some tall bushes for a few minutes, I was scared and cold; when I
realised no one could see me, I jumped into the yard and I close the
doors. I went upstairs, put my boots under the bed and I lay under the
covers. I was terribly frightened, but I recalled my dad's words, "you are
safe here." That comforted me, and after some minutes, I was asleep.  Some
hours later dad came and found me in his bed; he undressed me and went
under the blankets protecting me. I woke up some hours later and found his
strong arm around me, warming my body. I felt very happy and comfortable; I
did not try to move in spite I needed to pee, so I got asleep again. I had
a beautiful dream that I was running with him hand in hand thru beautiful
hills, we jumped from one hill to another and he giggled as I ran far and
came back to hug him, then we flew from one cloud to another like seabirds.

"At 6:00 a.m. I got up because my bladder was full of pee, after near
eleven hours in bed. I was on my underwear, but the house was not cold, or
at least I felt that. I was hungry, so, after peeing, I wore an apron as
dad did, lighted the cooker charcoal fire and put some milk to heat,
meanwhile, I washed my face and combed my hair on the mirror. I watched a
happy boy there, I made a mock to him with my tongue and left. I prepared a
slice of bread and dropped the hot milk on a bowl. I mixed the bread with
sugar into the milk; it was fantastic how it tasted. This was the first
time that I slept with my dad. Fortunately, I did it many times. Whenever I
watched my father drunk, I would fly away into my dad's house, my home,
until the next morning.

When I finished, I cut two large bread slices and put on the fire; I
prepared a wooden tray, took a clean bowl and I filled with hot milk. I put
the toasts on a plate, carefully smeared them with olive oil and some
sugar. All of this on the tray, I went upstairs. My dad was still asleep;
he had come a few hours before. I put the tray on the nightstand and I
jumped on the bed, starting making ticklish him, he woke up, extended his
strong arms and hugged me very tightly; however, as he touched my back, the
bruise hurt and I moaned in pain:

       "My beautiful son, sorry I hurt you. Did he beat you again?"

       "Yes, but only once; because I called him a bastard."

       "Tom! That's not a word for a little boy." I bent the head.

       "Sorry dad, but he called very strong words to mom and me, I could
not help..."

       "Never mind, son; you ran here as I told you, that's what matters."

       "I adore you, dad." I hugged and kissed him; he then turned his head
and saw the tray.  He looked at me very happy and proud, as his son had
learnt his lessons. He rubbed my face several times with the back of his
hand and I felt in heaven.

       "I must pee, but I'll be here in one second. Put off that apron; you
don't need it in bed. I heard him peeing and washing his hands. "Did you
have your milk, son?"

       "Yes dad, I did." He ate all, cleaned his hand with a serviette and
went again under the warm covers.

       "Still, it is a little bit early, so we can have a nap." I cuddled
facing him, my head resting on his strong shoulder feeling the warmth of
his body; I was like in the heave within my dad's arms. He pecked my
forehead, and then said:

       "Tom, I don't think we can sleep anymore, but we can chat."

       "Oh yes dad, I have been sleeping for almost eleven hours." He took
my little palms, caressed both and carried them to my face, and then he
kissed me on the lips.

       "Tom, this kiss, and the caress have a special meaning today
       , and I want to say you something very important; now that you are
almost ten." I thought for a second he would say I must go or something
else and my eyes started to blur. He guessed it and hugged me; then he
separated a little and took my face between his strong hands. "No son, I'll
never leave you, because a true dad never leaves a true son." Now I
understood his concerns.

       "Dad, do you mean that you..." I could not end the phrase because a
bump formed in my throat and I could not stop my tears coming out from my
eyes. I dropped myself on his chest and I noticed how he was making a great
effort to prevent the tears that I could see in his eyes.  He kissed my
hair many times, as he continued:

       "Yes my son, you are not a bastard, I'm your real father and dad and
I'll be forever. That man that spanks you has nothing to do with you; you
are not his son. When you are a little bit older I'll explain to you why I
didn't marry your mother." I still was sobbing on his chest. He made a gap
between both and fondled me repeatedly until I was quiet. Then between
final sobs, I asked:

       "Dad, does it mean that I can tell everybody that you are my dad?"
He looked at me tenderly.

       "I wouldn't mind at all, but we don't live in a large town like in
the city. Your official father used to be a good man and he belongs to a
good and honest family; if we spread the news, he and all his family would
suffer the mocks of the people; the same would your mom's family. Do you
think it is worthwhile doing it? We would gain nothing, except our
satisfaction; nevertheless, we would hurt many persons to whom we cannot
blame. Do you understand it, my son?"

       "Not all, dad; but I don't mind if I can love you because I know
that you are my real dad, so no one could say that I'm a bastard. I cannot
understand why my father and mom's families would be offended, I have done
nothing to them, and I have only received spanks from him..."

       "They all love you, too, son. Did they reject you any time?"

       "No, ever; on contrary, when I meet them anywhere they kiss and
caressed me."

       "Then, do you think we should hurt them?"

       "No, dad." I grinned and hugged my dad, filling his face with my
kisses. He then started tickling me. He started from my toes, my knees, my
thighs, my tummy, my nipples: then raising my arms he did my armpits
causing me giggling uncontrollably; he finally kissed me on the lips.

       "It is enough my little lad." He got out the bed, but I jumped on
his back and he again dropped on the bed and started again playing to me. I
don't know why, but my little weenie had formed a tent on my underwear; he
saw it and said, "Ah! Your little soldier also wants I kiss him.  Ok, I
don't want any complaint." He dragged my underwear down and kissed my dick
on the head, then covered it again. "I hope he is now satisfied." We
laughed and joked for a while. I don't think any boy of my age could be on
those moments happier than I was. It was time to open the school. We
dressed and opened the door. Some minutes later the boys started to fill
the classroom as a new week started.


Chapter 7
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"I was very happy when arrived home; mom watched me carefully, she was sad,
very sad; she had a black eye and some contusions on her arms, I jumped on
her lap and hugged her; she did the same to me tenderly.

       "You look very happy, my son; why? Where have you been? Your dad
spanked you before you could get away, however, you still are content." She
had reminded me of the events, besides she called her husband "my
dad". That made me almost to explode in range when I compared with the
exquisite wakeup of that morning in my dad's house.

       "He isn't my dad and you know that. I hate him! When I grow enough
he won't dare to touch you, I promise!"

       "Is that what your dad teaches you, hate?" Her words astonished me
with her revelation; she finally admitted who really was my dad. I
approached and tenderly hugged her again, not very tight because I knew my
father had seriously spanked her.

       "Mom, please, please, don't say that. I love you and I love my true
dad. On the contrary to what you may think, he is telling me that my father
used to be a good man and, above all, I have to respect him and his
family. You are not being fair... what do you think I must do when he
spanks me and call you those horrible words?" She for an answer hugged me
to her chest.

       "You are too old for your age, my son; you have started to suffer
too soon."

       "No mom, you are wrong. The pain I have received from him is nothing
compared with the affection that I have received from my dad; I'm glad and
very proud to have a dad like him.  Only a caress from him heals all my
bruises, and he gives me all that I want. But mom, I also adore you too
much and I cannot bear to see you being spanked, I can't." I started to cry
on his lap; her words converted a promising happy day into a gloomy
one. Between sobs, I added, "Do you know he never spanks or humiliates a
boy? Even he convinces mean boys without touching them, to the point they
apology other boys without my dad being present. They all like their
teacher." She dried her eyes.

       "Well my son, let's have lunch, we can be happy at least until next
Friday." Then I told my mom what we had done: the things we did in the
school; how we learnt and read all those books. Yet, I did not mention
anything about the intimated moments with my dad, the jokes, caresses and
happy times I had with him; that was our mutual life and I didn't want to
share with anybody, even with my own mother. I recognize I was selfish, but
I cherished and still do my dad too much." Rosemary pressed her husband's
arm and tenderly, encouraging him to continue. He then did.

	"It was November 5th, Friday, that evening he closed the door and
we started our mutual living activities free from anyone from outside; the
normal ways of a son and his dad that had fallen in love each other; jokes,
tickling, laughs, etc. while he worked and I helped to clean the
house. When we were finished and cuddled on the old couch in front of the
fire, he said:

       "Tom, tell your mom that tomorrow, after the class, you will lunch
here with me; she must agree." Then I answered him full of enthusiasm:

       "Oh, sure dad, it won't be any problem! I love being the whole
evening with you; we'll read a lot and you must tell me some more stories."

       "Ok, son; now return home; I have seen some lighting in the sky and
most likely it'll start raining within a few minutes. Come on, hurry up." I
quickly ran home. Mom was on her desk writing something, I kissed her, and
full of joy I asked whether I could stay for lunch with my dad the next
day, as he had asked me. She nodded. I grinned at her, but she seemed not
very pleased. The following day was Saturday and my father would be
there. He never asked about me, but if he did and I was not there, he might
have the justification to start quarrelling.

       "Thanks, mom, I'll be here before nightfall." The following day I
was anxious that classes ended so I could stay with my dad on the
premises. He closed the door, opened his arms and as usual he hugged me. He
had set up the table near the fire, with two plates and two candles that he
lighted. It was very dark outside and we heard the thunder far away. I
thought the display was special; he never did it before, but I enjoyed
enigmas. We ate in silence and I was trying to guess the meaning of that
special lunch. When it was over, we cleared the dishes and removed the
table. He sat on the armchair and as he opened his arms, I jumped into his
lap with my head on his chest. I said nothing, but my heart was beating,
finally, he said:

       "I suppose you are intrigued by the display of the lunch."

       "You can bet for it, dad; but you have told me many times to keep
curiosity out of my mind. I can't but I try."

       "Good boy!" He ruffled my blond hair. "Do you know what day is
today?

       "It is Saturday, I'm not sure which day; I don't count them."

       "I have to do it for you. Today is November 6, and you are ten, my
little lad. It is your birthday!" Before I could answer him, he kissed me
on the lips quickly and hugged me very, very tightly. "Congratulations,
son! Happy birthday!"

       "Oh dad, I had forgotten about it." I put my arms around his neck,
hanged and I kissed him on the lips and on his face. Mom had also forgotten
this day; however, my dad did not; only a dad that esteemed his son would
do it. On the other hand, in those difficult times, birthday celebrations
were rare, took place only in upper classes homes; however, we were
something special.

       "Thank you dad; no one ever told me." He then said:

       "As rich people use to do, I have a little present for you. I wonder
if you will like it or not."

       "I'm sure I will. However, we are not rich, are we?

       "We are very rich in some ways though not in money, my son." He
pointed out to a chair "That parcel is for you." I jumped and caught the
parcel; trembling with emotions, I opened it. It was a book, a lovely book
that I had mentioned him many times: "The Treasure's Island." I left the
book and I jumped on top of my dear dad. I do not remember how many kisses
I gave him, but many.

       "Do you like it?" He asked.

       "You well know that I wanted it since I started to read. You are a
naughty man, dad. Do you know that?" He hugged me and ruffled my hair, now
too long, but he liked it because he said it was a beautiful silky golden
hair and was a pity not to enjoy it, in spite of lice contamination. I
opened the book and in a blank page, he had written, "To my dearest son
Tomas on his 10th birthday." "I'll wrap it so it doesn't soil."

       "I have left a blank space so your mother can write anything if she
likes it."

       "Sorry dad, but it is your present, not hers; therefore, I'll keep
as it is." He did not say anything, but I felt he disagreed. I lay on the
blanket and I started reading the prologue. It was a big book but written
with large printed letters for children to read. We spent that lovely
afternoon ignoring the terrible storm that would carve our lives
forever. We heard the thunders and lighting and some drops of rain, dad
then said:

       "Tom, you better go now before the rain starts, it is very dark and
within a few minutes will be dark." I didn't argue. I took the book and ran
to my house. I entered full of joy looking for my mom without noticing my
father was in there.

       "Mom, mom; look at this book; it is my dad's present! Do you know
that today is my birthday?" A strong hand took the book from my hands and
threw it to one corner of the room.

	"You are a bastard and much more who gave you that stupid book." I
faced him with hate and shouted at him:

       "It is not a stupid book, you are ignorant, and I'm not a bastard
because my own dad gave it to me!" Full of rage, he then took off his belt
and started beating me, saying:

       "I'll give you different books, son of the bitch!" I could not run
away from him because I was in the corner trying to recover the book. He
was furious striking me; I put my little arms to cover my face and I
received the beats on them. Mom reacted from her prostration and tried to
hold his hand.

       "Stop beating my son, you'll kill him. He's only a child!" He turned
to her as a jailed tiger.

       "You whore and your bastard son. I'll kill both of you tonight!" I
was crying but I could not see that. I jumped on his back trying to stop
him. Outside, it had started raining heavily with thunders and lighting, as
a prelude to the drama. He was drunk but had enough strength to throw away
a child of 10. He caught me from the long hair with one hand and gave me a
hard slap on my face with the other hand; the blood started running to my
mouth and neck. I do not know how, but I launched my leg to him and my boot
got his target on his balls. He yelled in pain and bent his body, leaving
my hair. As soon as I felt free, I flew away looking for someone's help. I
was terrified; I thought he would follow me up to kill me. I ran in the mid
of heavy rain and thunders; all doors were closed; I could not see any
light. I ran and ran thru the village's empty streets, crying and shouting
for help, but no one appeared. One of my feet got against a stone; I
stumbled and fell into a mud and water puddle. I got up and in agony; I ran
again. Suddenly, in my blur, I saw a light and an open door; I entered as a
hurricane inside covered with blood and mud:

       "Help! Help! Please. Help me!" Two strong arms took me as I
fainted." It was my dad.  He was arranging some books on a shelf.

       "Oh God! If you really exist, why do you permit this to a child?" He
took me in his arms, placed me on the couch and locked all the doors. He
took off all my clothes, boots and socks tossing on the floor; he then
wrapped me in a blanket and put me near the fire. My body started trembling
with spasms, he took me against his chest trying to give me all his life
and warmth while he cleaned my face of mud and blood; my nose had stopped
bleeding; however, it was dark purple. I reacted with his warmth, closed my
eyes still trembling, and scared; but I heard my dad's voice:

       "Tom, my son; you are safe, you are safe!" I opened the eyes and
watched his face; I started to cry. I could barely articulate a word among
sobs.

       "Dad, dad, where were you? I looked for you and could not find
you..." He put me even closer to his chest; I could feel his warm tears on
my face. We remained like that for what seemed to me a long time. He
comforted me feeling his face near mine. He did not ask me anything, but
when I stopped crying, he said:

       "You are safe my little son, my heart is terribly hurt."

       "Oh dad, he was so malicious..."

       "Don't worry my child, now it is over." He had prepared two large
pots near the fire to hit the water to bath me; so, he left me near the
fire and dropped the water into a wooden tub. He refilled them again with
cold water and replaced them near the fire. He got me nude and dropped into
the warm water. I felt very comfortable as he squeezed the sponge over my
head; he started removing all mud and dirtiness from my hair and face,
however, when he touched one of the many bruises I squirmed in pain.

       "It hurts, dad; it hurts." He kissed my wetted forehead and
continued, taking care of where I had been stricken. When the water was
very dirty, he lifted me from my armpits, emptied the tub and put fresh
clean warm water. Then as I was inside the tub, he carefully soaped and
rinsed me. I stood up, he wrapped me in a large white towel and dried my
body; and then he lifted me and placed near the fire. I could hear his
sighs. He took the dirty clothes and put them into the warm water. I told
my dad: "Please dad, sit near me" I pleaded. He sat down and slowly combed
my hair. I extended my arms to his neck and kissed him, starting to cry
again as I recalled the images of the scene in my house.

       "Please son, try to forget; you are safe now and I promise you, he
will never touch you again."

       "I don't mind dad if he spanks me if you like me." Again, my words
made a blur appear in his eyes.

       "Tom, please try to relax, you are exhausted and seriously injured;
I must call the doctor to examine you." I started again sobbing from the
perspective that an MD examined me.

       "Please, please, dad¸ don't call anyone. I'm alright, only a
little bit of pain in the bruises that's all; please dad, don't call
anyone." He hugged and me tenderly.

       "Ok Tom, but are you sure you feel well."

       "Well dad, I suppose I have my nose like clown's." He smiled, I
smiled, and we hugged.

       "I guess you are hungry."

       "Not much, dad, I'm very comfortable here."

       "Never mind, I'll prepare you a bowl of milk and bread, you must
replace your strength."  He did, and as I was finished, he took me in his
arms, still naked and wrapped in the towel; he carried me to his bed and
tucked me in there, covering with an extra blanket. "Now my son you need to
sleep and rest, I have to do something." I guessed what was in his mind and
I did not want to be alone, I still was very frightened.

       "Please dad, don't go anywhere and don't leave me alone. I'm
scared."

       "Ok son, I'll be downstairs, I have to wash and dry your
clothes. Please, Tom, you have demonstrated to be a brave boy that have
kicked the balls of a grown man, how can you be scared? I don't believe
you." He grinned at me, and it was so sweet and so lovingly that I reached
my arms out of the covers and kissed him on the lips taking care not to
touch my harmed nose.

       "I love you a lot, dad." He smiled at me and I felt comforted.

       "Now, please, sleep and rest." I placed my arms under the cover, I
felt his lips on my forehead and he left, leaving the door ajar. I heard
the rain beating the roof. This sound, the warmth of the bed, and relax
provided by my dad's words, made the miracle; I felt all my pains gone as I
flew over the skies in a nice child dream. My dad arranged things
downstairs and he remained some time sat, thinking his next steps, cooling
out his temper and the storm inside him, since he watched me entering his
house. When he was sure I was asleep, he thought I would not wake up; he
had put in my milk a little portion of a liquid made from red poppy as he
had learnt from his father. He left, locked the door and walked up the
street with his umbrella covering him.

"Without knocking, he entered the house. He saw my mother on the floor
whining from pain; he found my father sat on an armchair snoring. He
entered the kitchen, took a jug of cold water and dropped it on his face.

       "Wake up, bloody crap! Wake up fucking bastard or I'll kill you as
you are drunk!" My father opened his eyes still a little drunk and got
white as he watched my dad determination. He murmured something that my dad
did not understand or wanted to understand. He took him from his clothes
and lifted him like a ragged doll. He was ready with his fist closed to hit
him in the face, but at that moment, he heard my mom's voice:

       "Please, please Frank, don't hit him, he doesn't deserve even your
rage, and after all, he is my husband." My dad stopped and with his arm
still ready to punch him, he said:

       "You must thank your wife and to your family to whom I respect
because I came to kill you for what you have done to my son. However,
listen to me very carefully crap, because I will not repeat it twice. This
time I will leave you, but if you touch my son again, I will look for you
until the hell, if necessary; then you will regret to have been born. You
are warned." My dad looked at the corner where mom was, he saw the book and
picking it up he left the house blaming the door. My father sat down again,
white and humiliated by his wife's words. The man thought he deserved
Frank's words and could not believe why my dad had not hit him to death; as
he would have done himself. Dad walked a little bit more relaxed a couple
of streets up and knocked on a door; a woman dressed in black opened it:

       "Can I help you, Frank, it is a horrible night."

       "It is Maria. I don't need your help, but your sister needs it. She
is probably seriously injured by her husband and need your help."

       "Oh my God, when will this get an end?" The woman said.

       "The crap of your brother-in-law is still in there near drunk, but
lucid. Please tell your sister that Tomas is in my home happily
sleeping. He seems well, apart from many bruises and his little nose near
broken, I'll return him to his mother as soon as she asks me. Good nights
Maria" He left without hearing the thanks from my Aunty Maria.

"The following morning and a few more days I remained with my dad, we made
many jokes with my nose until it healed and everything settled down
wonderful. My father never touched me again; he scarcely spoke to me
directly, he always did thru my mom until six years later when he died from
a liver sickness. In those years, I felt sorry for him and told my mom that
I did not hate him because I had my dad with me. There are many events from
that time up today that I'll tell you if you want my wife."

My sister kissed her man tenderly. She then locked the door and they made
love passionately, consequently, nine months later, came the last member of
our generation, similar to my adorable angel but with a beautiful black
waved hair. They named him Frank, as his granddad.

Chapter 8
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While my sister Rosemary was talking in the bed with her husband, I went to
the barn to meet Francis and the twins. I was preparing the cave to give
the lesson that I had learnt from Frankie.  I heard Francis running and the
twins following him, he was close to crying:

       "What the matter with you, Francis?"

       "Uncle John, the twins are calling me a sissy, because I have told
them they have to finish their homework before we start playing." The twins
bent their heads as confirming me what little Francis was saying.

       "Twins, first, I have told you many times that Francis is a boy, a
clever one, he is from our own family and I'll not admit you calling him
such a nasty word; and second, you must finish your homework before we do
anything."

       "But John, we can..."

       "Please Manuel, don't try again; if you need my help I'll be glad
doing it for you, and you know that; however, you should do them
yourselves. We have plenty of time to play, but never, you hear me, never
call nasty words to any member of our family; we must be always united, do
you understand?

       "Yes, John. We may need half an hour, no more; please wait for us
here."

       "Don't worry; I'll be here with Francis." They rushed to their
houses to finish their school works. Francis was immensely happy because I
had imposed my authority and he had won. He approached and smiled at me. We
sat in the cave and he cuddled himself in my lap, as a little boy would do;
I placed my arms around him and I gazed at those beautiful blue eyes and
blond silky hair.

       "I like you a lot, Uncle John."

       "I like you too, little Francis." He was next to me only centimetres
face to face, I had felt a strange attraction to him lately; I wanted to
protect him, to love him, to care him; I could not explain myself why, but
he was so beautiful... I watched his lovely red lips and without thinking,
I kissed them tenderly. I noticed how he squirmed in delight and surprised
at the same time. I did not want to separate from him, but about what
seemed half a minute, I did. He looked at me in delight but astonished:

       "Uncle John, what was this and why did you do it?"

       "I don't know Francis. I adore you and I just wanted to do it. I
wanted to eat you but without hurting you. I wanted your lips in my mouth
but I don't know why. I suppose it is a real kiss." He opened his pretty
eyes with a smile:

       "It was wonderful, Uncle John; I liked it very much. I wanted you to
be longer; can we do it again?"

       "Yes, but wait a minute; I think your weenie is hard and mine
too. Let's get naked so I can touch your dick and you mine." He gladly
removed all his clothes and I did the same. He took the same position as
before, I looked again into those deep blues little jewels and I melted in
them. I placed my lips on his mouth, trying to absorb them into mine;
Francis felt the same, and he opened his little mouth and our tongues
touched. That was great! I started exploring his sweet mouth and he did
mine. Our dicks were very hard, I put my hand on his erected little pole
and started massaging it up and down; I felt his hand caressing my ball
sack and them rubbing my little cock that now was jerking. Our excitement
grew. I lay down on my back and I dragged my little angel on top of me;
dick against dick, crotch against crotch.

Instinctively, Francis started moving up and down; we had stopped our
kissing but I put my hands on his back and butt; it was so nice, so
smooth... Soon that nice feeling started again in my balls and went up to
the tip of my dick; I arched my hips as I noticed my little Francis pushed
down. We stopped breathing as the point of no return and nice feeling hit
us. Breathing hard we collapsed on the warm straw; Francis slid to his left
side so it was easier for me to breathe.  When we recovered, Francis went
on top of me and started kissing me on the lips again, not passionately but
tenderly.

       "Uncle John; that was wonderful, I have enjoyed kissing you. Please,
keep it as a secret only for us to enjoy." I adored that beautiful face,
and many times, I asked myself why this child was so beautiful to me. I
compared my liking for him with that to Frankie; I could not deny them
anything if they asked me.

       "You know pretty angel that I cannot deny you anything, but do you
think is it fair?"  Remember, they are our family, too; and if they see us
doing..." He smiled and kissed me a peck again.

       "Well, it doesn't mean that only I would like to have a secret
between you and me." At that moment, we heard the twins climbing the wooden
stairs. Louis watching us naked, asked:

       "Did you start? We grinned and Francis answered him.

       "No, but we were hot and in view that you were not coming..." The
twins got naked and I could see their penises were hard as rocks pointing
out.

       "Ok twins. As usual, I'll start doing to Francis and Manuel will do
to Louis, so please lie on your back, put your arms under your heads and
keep them there until you can." They did wondering which would be the next
step. I started licking Francis' thighs; he trembled at my tongue touch and
spread his legs to give me better access. I sucked his balls sack for a
while and I continued to his crotch, then I drilled his navel with my
tongue. He started moaning loudly and as if they were clones, Louis was now
near shouting in pleasure. He could not resist the sexual excitement and
placed his hands on the head of his cousin. I continued to Francis nipples
and I sucked one after the other.

       "Please, please, Uncle John..." As they were near their orgasms, I
left the nipples and I engulfed his little dick and balls in my mouth,
sucking them, especially the purple head. We had had our release some
minutes before, so we were not so in need as the twins were. Louis pressed
his cousin's head down as he arched his hips with a loud moan. Francis was
very close, but he still resisted my sucking for almost half a minute, but
soon he arched his hips and pressed my head down as he reached his
wonderful climax. Both boys were breathing hard while we continued sucking
their cocks until they got a little flaccid. Manuel very excited asked
Louis in a husky voice:

       "How was that Louis? When he recovered, he hugged his cousin and
instinctively kissed him on the lips. Manuel did not expect that and was
stunned, but he did not do anything; however, in view of that, I said to
Manuel:

       "Manuel, open your mouths and mix your tongues." They did as
instructed, and as he felt the great pleasure of kissing his cousin, he
dragged Louis' hand to his dick and started jerking off him. One minute
later, Manuel reached his high point and groaned loudly, but they continued
with their mouths united. When they recovered, Manuel said:

       "John, you didn't tell us about this." We exchanged a complicity
gaze.

       "I had left that for the second part, but Louis did it without any
teaching." We all laughed, and since I had had some sex with my dear
Francis I decided to spend the rest of the day playing as any child would
do. Then I said:

       "Unless you are not fully satisfied, I would suggest getting dressed
and start playing."

       "Yes, it is a good idea," Louis said. "We are going to sleep tonight
together Manuel and me; so probably we will do it again."

       "Ok, let's go." We got dressed and went downstairs, and then Francis
told me:

       "Uncle John, can we also sleep together in the big house?"

       "I don't mind my little angel if your mom agrees; after dinner, I'll
go to bed. Tomorrow we must get up early for school." He smiled at me and
we started our plays. He did not come. After so an exciting day, he was
very tired; after all, he was a little boy of ten, now we were at the end
of the summer, two months for our eleventh birthday.

Frankie and his dad left the farm hand in hand, as Frankie liked since he
was a little boy. He worshipped his dad and he would have liked to be all
the time with him, but he noticed his dad, as John's dad, was getting old,
yet, that even increased his love and admiration for his father.  Still, he
was a strong, healthy and tall man. Frank noticed how his younger son was
observing him, suddenly he stopped, and raised his boy to his chest; he
worshipped his three sons, but this one had something special.

       "I'm very proud of you, dad; I think I'm the luckiest boy in the
world." Frank hugged his boy very tightly, he thought perhaps he would not
have time enough to love his younger sons, as they deserved. He put him
down.

       "I'm very fortunate and lucky having so smart and beautiful sons. I
only hope, my little Frankie that you have children that like you as you
deserve; and only with a sight, you may understand their concerns and their
problems. I can tell you that I have been very, very lucky."  Then Frankie
recalled how Francis' dad had hugged him.

       "Dad, today a strange thing has happened to me."

       "What was it, son?"

       "John and I wanted to play with the twins and little Francis, so we
went to fetch him. His mom received us, as usual, saying we were the
beauties of the village; perhaps she has not observed her own son." Frank
smiled as his son continued. "Francis' dad was at home; I had not seen him
during the past two or three months because he is always in the city or in
his work.  When he heard his wife calling us beauty, he came out from the
kitchen, he gave a quick hug to John; after that, he looked at me and then
kissed and hugged me. I wonder whether it is my imagination or not, but he
hugged me tighter and longer than to John, caressing my hair. It felt very
good, and his sight was something... as when you look at me before
expressing your affection. I don't know dad but..." Frank kept silence for
a few minutes; they were entering the village and approaching their
home. He did not want to disappoint his child, and, on the other hand, he
was a clever boy, therefore very difficult to cheat.

       "You are not wrong, my son, your heart will never deceive you."

       "Why dad...?" At that moment, his mom greeted them from the door and
the answer kept in the air postponed. Frank sighed in relief, but he
thought that he should tell his children about Tomas' relationship with
them. The boy showed the parcel to her.

       "It is a present from Michael for Jim, for his manhood."

       "How did he know...?" Frankie answered his mother.

       "He didn't; we suppose he guessed. Mom, I'll put on Jim's bed;
please, don't tell him anything; I want to see the expression on his face."
His mom nodded and he rushed upstairs.  He displayed the garments on the
bed including the shirt and tie with a knot already prepared; he felt very
proud and imagined how handsome his brother would be dressed in those
garments; he thought. Fifteen minutes later Jim arrived with another
friend, he said goodbye to him and entered the house. He greeted his family
and then Frankie told him: "Jim, come on upstairs, I'll show you
something."

       "What is it, the little devil?" However, his brother was running to
their bedroom. Jim entered, and he watched the dress on his bed, his mouth
dropped open in disbelief; he touched the trousers and the windcheater
reverently, as sacred totems. Without saying a single word, he ran
downstairs, hugging and kissing his mom and dad.

       "Thanks, they are beautiful, just what I wanted to have since a year
ago." Then he heard on his back.

       "You must thank it to Uncle Michael; it is his present for your
reaching the manhood."  Jim blushed and looked into his younger brother's
eyes.

       "Did you tell them..." His dad interrupted.

       "No Jim, he doesn't know, but Michael is not silly and he knows your
age, so he probably guessed it.

       "Sorry Frankie, I'm astonished." He hugged his brother, and taking
his hand said: "Please, come with me, I'm going to wear it for the first
time, just to show dad and mom." Both brothers went upstairs. He got on his
underwear and Frankie could see a wet stain where his brother dick was,
making a little tent.

	"Have you been with a girl, Jim?"

	"Yes; my friend and I. We got two girls, and we are trying to fuck
them one of these days. They are very hot. But let's not start speaking
about sex now Frankie, because my cock will start growing up."

	"You better hide your underwear because it is clearly stained with
precum."

	"Oh yes, I have noticed that." Changing the subject, Jim
said. "Frankie, it is a lovely colour, isn't it?

	"Oh yes, sure it is. My brother will be very handsome with that
dress, entirely a man. I think the girl will immediately ask you to fuck
her." Frankie grinned; he enjoyed making hard his brother, and much more
this time when he was trying the new dress.

	"Please Frankie, stop; you're a very naughty boy." He dressed in
the new garments, but not the shirt and tie. He looked himself in a
mirror. "It is wonderful Frankie, even better than I thought. My trousers'
sleeves are a little bit longer, but mom will solve this problem." He then
went downstairs to show to their parents. They contemplated their son with
pride; he was a little man now. "How quick the time had elapsed!" They
murmured.

	"Jim, I think you'll start breaking many hearts." His mom said. Jim
looked at his dad saying:

	"Well, it seems there are some previous examples in this family."
His dad looked at him grinning. "Mom, could you arrange the dress for the
next Saturday?"

	"Don't worry; I'll do it in a couple of evenings." Jim rushed
upstairs; he changed his clothes and came down for lunch. When they
finished and sat down chatting, Frankie saw an elegant old man approaching
their house.

	"Mon, an elegant old man is coming here; undoubtedly he comes to
see us," Frankie said. Frank got up and went out to receive the old man.

	"Good afternoon, Frank. May I come in?" He asked politely.

	"Good afternoon, Sir; of course, you can. Please sit down Mr
Hermann.

	"Good afternoon Margaret, boys." The old man said. They all
answered in unison to him good afternoon; then Jim and Frankie stood apart
leaving the adults alone, not wanting to interfere in their
conversation. The old man sat and Frank asked him.

	"Mr Hermann, you are always very welcomed to my home, what can we
do for you?"

	"Frank, I have a proposal to offer you, now that in a few years you
will retire, and want to discuss it with you and Margaret, if you don't
mind, of course."

	"Of course not, sir. Since you seem to be not in a hurry, will you
accept a cup of coffee?"

	"Yes thanks, you still know my weakness." Frank smiled at him.

	"My elder son is very fond of the kitchen; in fact, he is our
private chef, he'll prepare it for all of us. Jim!" He called. Jimmy
approached, "Please Jim, can you prepare coffee for us?"

	"Yes, dad. Do you mind if I do something special?" Mr Hermann
stared at him and answered.

       "As long as it contains coffee I don't mind myself." His dad nodded
to his son, and he went to the kitchen followed by Frankie. There, Frankie
asked his brother:

       "Who is this gentleman, Jim?"

       "Don't you know him? He is the richest man in our county, and
probably one of the richest in the whole country. He is the owner of the
Great Manor and many houses and farms.  People said he is very kind and has
no sons or daughters; only cousins. His wife died some years ago and he
lives in one of the prettiest houses between the two villages."

       "What's about the Manor? I see people coming to see the big house,
but I have never been inside. A friend of mine, who went with his father,
said it is a great palace with many large rooms and well cared off."

       "I don't know, too; I have never been in there. I only can tell you
this man have helped many people to survive from hunger and he gives a fair
amount of money every year to the Town Hall for charity. He doesn't like
priests or nuns of any kind. I heard he used to be very fond of young men,
not teenagers. Please, Frankie; bring me the coffee in grain, brown sugar
and that bottle of brandy that is in the sideboard in the dining room."

       "Are you going to get them drunk?" They laughed.

       "No, my little boy. I'm going to prepare an Irish coffee. You know I
enjoy cooking. I'll propose dad to study cooking, I would like that."

       "But dad says you may become an electrical engineer, you are
brilliant in maths and physic."

       "Well, I still have not decided, but I would like to become a good
chef."

       "What is it a good chef, Jim?"

       "It is a great international cook. I have read some books that I
found in our dad's library; those books fascinated me. I learnt in them
about this coffee, also called Garlic coffee." He ground the coffee grains
in a manual mill and prepared it. Once the coffee was hot and ready, he
heated three cups, put the brown sugar and some brandy stirring them. In a
little jug, he placed some milk cream and everything on a tray. He carried
the tray where they were, now talking amicably. Before giving the cup to Mr
Hermann, Jim dropped part of the cream on the coffee, however, placing a
teaspoon facing down between the black liquid and the cream. It spread it
leaving a layer on top without mixing. Once the three were ready, he
offered to the man the first cup, then to his mom and the last to his
dad. The old man had observed him very carefully. He took the cup to his
lips, sipped and savoured it.

       "This is really great, lad! What is it?"

       "It is an Irish coffee, sir. Unfortunately, we have not Irish
whiskey, but I put brandy instead." His parents stared at each other
ignoring his elder son's abilities. They knew he was a good cook.

       "Thanks, Jim for the coffee. Are you fond of cooking?" Jim looked at
his father before he could answer, but he saw in his dad's eyes that he was
free to decide.

       "Yes sir, very fond. In fact, I enjoy cooking and I look forward to
becoming someday a good chef."

       "That's quite good. I'll tell you something, young lad. There are
many engineers, doctors, designers, etc. but a few great chefs. A good chef
is not just a good cook. A good chef must have an excellent math base, high
knowledge of agriculture, food and art. In addition, good taste; education;
intelligence and good hands, etc. Of course, I am talking about a good
chef, not an inn cook. Do you think you have those personal qualities?"
Such questions overwhelmed Jim; he only thought he loved cooking.

       "Sorry Sir; I suppose the answer should come from somebody else, not
from me."

       "Very good, James; perhaps I can help you. Please give me some time;
and thanks again for the nice coffee. Now I need to talk to your dad, it is
the object of my visit." He smiled at Jim and he left his parents with Mr
Hermann. As soon as he got into the kitchen, Frankie started making
questions.

       "What were you telling to Mr Hermann?"

       "He wanted to know if I liked to be a good chef and he said the
qualities that a person must have to be a good one, not an inn cook, as he
said."

       "What does it means, Jim?

       "Well, I'm not sure; he meant that if I'm going to be a cook and
chef, I must be a good one; perhaps he can help me."

       "If you become a good cook, when I get married, you must do my
wedding tart." Both brothers started to laugh and cleaning the kitchen;
meanwhile, the adults were talking about something that would change their
lives. Before Frank could ask, Mr Hermann said:

       "You know that I have not any close relatives; I had no sons and my
wife passed away years ago. I have decided to do something with my fortune
and for my people and country.  There are many spoiled persons because
cannot get a good professional education in this country. And this is my
objective: to provide this area with a good technical secondary school,
where boys and girls, as equal, can study and become excellent
professionals in the main fields our country needs, not needing to go to
the capital city to study; especially those, the majority, which cannot
afford it." He paused in case Frank wanted to make any question. The couple
kept silence, so he continued. "I'll create a foundation where most of my
fortune will go; with part of this money, we would build a large school for
about 600 students. We would use my Manor House as the basic building. I
have been in England and USA, collecting all the information that we may
need; currently, I have delivered it to an architect, a friend of mine. He
is working on the project; this might be finished and working in three
years time." He paused.

"The school will admit boys and girls once they have finished their primary
schooling, however, some rules will be established: 1) No religious
influence will be admitted, therefore, priests and nuns will be banned as
teachers. 2) The Institution will not admit any political publicity and/or
activity of any kind in the school. 3) The students must devote their time
to their education, discipline and work; therefore, no matter who he is,
the school will turn out anyone that fails in two examinations. At the
first fail, the Principal will call his/her parents to inform them. 4) The
Institution will consider boys and girls as equal. 5) The students will
never be subject to any physical punishment. A teacher who does it, the
Institution will immediately dismiss him. On contrary, a student, offending
a professor's, the Institution will also turn him out. The professors will
choose their own office to summon students, never in public. 6) The best 20
students that finish their studies, the Foundation will grant them an
allowance or scholarship to continue their studies in the city's
University, if they accept it."

"These are the main headlines; well I have many other items written, such
as the school organization, now and in the future. We must write the rules
that everybody must comply. I have reached an agreement with the
Government, by which, we will choose and hire the professors; the
Government will pay them, as we provide and pay the installations and
organization" As he stopped, Frank said:

	"Sir, this is the most beautiful project I could ever imagine, even
many times I have dreamed of something like this. If you were asking for my
help, just beforehand you have it, Mr Hermann.

       "Frank, I want more than your help; I want you to conduct this
project as a General Manager." Frank opened his mouth in disbelief.

       "But Mr Hermann, I'm 67 and I'll retire in three years!"

       "Wonderful! If you agree, you will retire immediately. Margaret also
would cease in her functions and classified as in a special
assignment. You, Frank, would get a monthly salary equivalent of three
times what you are currently receiving from the Government; Margaret
double. We have already dealt with everything with the General Director for
Education in Madrid. The Minister is also a friend of mine, and he had
applauded our initiative." Frank looked at his wife who was as surprised as
he was.

       "Sir, I don't... I don't know what to say, you have pleasingly
surprised me!

       "Frank I only need from you the word "yes", that's all, and
immediately I'll start the business. I know it is a difficult project but
very excited and well to live to carry it out. What do you think?" Frank
stood up and extended his hand to the old man. They shook hands and again
they sat down. Then Mr Hermann continued. "Our lawyers; my bank
representative, you and myself, will meet in the city within a month time
to sign all documents. This project will seriously affect the village for
good. The Mayor will also be included. He is a good man. Ah! I forgot. Your
new house will be that one being repaired." He pointed out thru the window,
signalling to a house in the next street that was on work. "I would suggest
you see the builders and ask them for any modification that you may want to
include. You will use that house for the rest of your lives, free of
charge, no matter whether you work or are retired from the Foundation."

       "The Mayor will be very happy about this project, Sir," Frank added.

       "Sure you must pay a visit to him, so he can inform the Town Hall
about it. I expect you and him next Monday at my office. You must start
working on the internal school regulations; probably you will receive some
messages from the city regarding your new situation. In addition, you must
decide which of you has to get a driving licence. On Monday of next week,
at 5:00 pm, a man with a car will come to fetch one of you to teach how to
drive, he is from a drivers' school.  Once you have your licence, the
Foundation will purchase a car for your exclusive use. Well, I think that's
all for now. Please Frank, can you call the boys?"

       "Sorry Sir, we are so..." Mr Hermann kindly stopped him.

       "I understand you Frank, but tonight you can discuss everything with
your family." He called Frankie and Jim, as they approached the old man
took his wallet and handed them a couple of bank notes. Jim looked at his
dad for permission, and Frank said nothing, they accepted the present. Jim
and Frankie thanked the man. All stood up as Mr Hermann did.  "Thanks, boys
for your help and kindness. Jim, I may have something for you within a few
days."

       "Thank you very much, Sir." The old man again shook hands with Frank
and Margaret saying goodbye and left the house whistling as if he had
closed a good business operation.

Chapter 9
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Once Mr Hermann was out of sight, Frank grabbed his wife and kissed her;
then he extended his arms to his sons in a general embrace that lasted
about one minute.

       "Today is a great day, my dolly; our lives will change and you will
have what you need to be, a little happier."

       "Frank, I have been the happiest woman in the world. We have the
most beautiful boys here, what more do we need?" Then Jim, knowing how his
father had lived, said:

       "Dad, you deserve it, it is a pity this project has not come before,
but better now than never." Jim and Frankie then opened their fists and
showed their parents the green banknote. It was a lot of money for a
person. Then their dad asked:

       "Well boys, what are you planning to do with such an amount of
money?"

       "Dad, as soon as you can, we'll go to the capital city and buy long
trousers; once I wear the first ones I'll never wear shorts. What's about
you, Frankie? He asked his younger brother.

       "Since I'll wear shorts for a long time, and besides, mom will
adjust yours for me, I would like to buy a bike, for both of us, so I would
be able to go to Uncle Michael's farm any time that I want."

       "Granted!" Frank said to his children. Again, they sat down and
chatted about making plans for the next future. Night came and then Frank
said:

       "We need to talk to the Mayor about all these plans, in order to
prepare the related documentation; so I think we'll visit him tonight after
we have dinner; he normally goes to bed very late and always is telling me
to pay him a visit. Frankie, please, go and tell him that after dinner, if
he is not engaged, we'll pay a visit to them."

       "Ok, dad; I'll do just now." Frankie flew and in five minutes, he
was back. "Dad, Peter said that you will be welcomed; his wife and he wait
for you after dinner." They had supper and the boys said goodnights to
their parents and went upstairs. A few minutes later, they heard the main
door closed and locked. They started undressing and soon they were
naked. Jim as more into puberty got hard as soon as he saw his brother
smooth naked body.

       "Frankie, you have beautifully rounded butt cheeks." Frankie
grinned; he made a motion putting out his lovely bum saying:

       "If you like it, come on and get it!" Jim jumped to catch his
brother, but Frankie was quicker and missed him. They ran thru the room
jumping from bed to bed, playing and laughing, until Jim caught him on his
bed, laid Frankie on his tummy straddling him with his knees supporting his
body. He started tickling his brother that was laughing uncontrollably. He
placed his hands on Frankie's butt cheeks and started to massage those
white little globes.

       "Uhm!, they are so smooth..."Jim said. Frankie turned over and took
his brother big dick in his hands. "Oh Frankie, please don't do that
because I'll start expelling my milk." He looked at that beautiful face and
started kissing the red lips. That was what Frankie had been waiting for.
He eagerly received his brother's tongue inside his mouth; he wanted to
swallow him; they mixed their saliva enjoying their contact. Jim started
fucking his little brother balls, dick and crotch moving his dick forward
and back, spreading the abundant precum oozing from his dick.  Soon they
reached their point of no return, especially Jim, whom a girl had
masturbated him in the morning. They broke their kissing as their climaxes
hit them. Jim pushed forward his dick at the time they stopped
breathing. He shot his small load between both bodies as a sandwich cream,
breathing hard. He put his arms under his little brother and cuddled to
him. When they recovered, Jim raised himself:

       "I don't think any brother could love more than I do to you, my
angel." For an answer, Frankie reached his big brother's head and dragged
to him.

       "I love you, too, Jim." Jim scooted down and started licking all the
clear white stuff spread over his brother's tummy, as a mother cat would do
with the kittens. However, Frankie moaned in pleasure when his brother
licked his balls sack and approached the space between his balls and anus.

       "Jim, that feels very good." The elder boy knew it, insisted and
continued licking those sensible parts. His brother and he were again as
hard as rocks. Then Jim said:

       "I want to teach you something I have made with my friend."

       "What is it?"

       "When we have not girls available, we fuck each other."

       "Fuck?" He smiled, "How can you do that? You have not a cunt like a
girl."

       "But we have a tight hole. Believe me; it does make much
difference. We have smooth skin as a girl, so the only difference is where
you put your cock. The only problem is that we are tighter than a girl is,
and if the dick is too thick, it hurts the first times. He didn't hurt me
and I didn't hurt him because our cocks are proportional to our age,
however, I have heard that slowly and with care, a boy of your age can
accommodate inside his guts a full man cock."

       "Can we try, Jim? Jim smiled at his little brother that was now very
excited.

       "No, my angel. That would mean going too far, we are brothers and we
can enjoy together because that is part of growing up explorations, but
what you want now is different."  The little boy sighed a little bit
disappointed. Jim caressed the smooth face of his younger brother and
added. "However, I'll tell you how to proceed in case you want to do it
with any of your friends."

       "I don't think I'll do with anybody, except with John."

       "Wait a minute." He jumped from the bed and disappeared thru the
door. A couple of minutes later he came with a bottle of olive oil from the
kitchen. Frankie asked:

       "What's that, Jim?"

       "This is olive oil to lube your prick; this will prevent you from
hurting your friend's hole.  My friend put me some and it worked nicely."
Frankie said nothing only looking at his brother performance. "Also you
must not forget to put some on your forefinger and try to lube his hole."
Jim took a few drops and poured into Frankie's hand; the younger boy rubbed
one finger against his palm.

       "Jim, it is very slippery now."

       "Yes. There are three different ways to do it. One: as I am now, we
call this on four legs or doggy. Two: face-to-face, he would put his legs
up, like this." He motioned his brother, taking his knees to his chest and
spreading them. "And three: you would lie on your back and he would sit
down on your crotch, so your weenie will enter into his hole; I prefer
number two. Now, my little angel, you are prepared to fuck John anytime for
the first time."

       Thanks, Jim. I'll tell him next time that we have an
opportunity. They laughed and then Frankie asked. What's about fucking a
girl?

       "It is even better. I'm not sure enough, because I still have not
fucked any, but you don't need any lube; she provides a lot of precum that
makes her cunt slippery. The problem is the first time." Frankie rose an
eyebrow questioning.

       "What's about the first time, Jim?" Frankie asked.

       "Well, I'm not absolutely sure; but the girls have something like a
seal inside her cunt that must be broken, otherwise your prick cannot go
thru, only a little bit. Even sometimes when the seal is torn, some blood
can appear."

       "That's nasty."

       "Oh, not at all! That must be fantastic and would mean that you are
the first one that has fucked her; it demonstrates she is a virgin. If she
has not the seal, it means someone else has fucked her before you. Normally
they are not virgin because start fucking very early.

       "Does it also apply to boys?" Frankie asked.

       "Yes, with the difference that a boy is a virgin in two ways. When
he fucks a girl the first time his virginity is gone, the same applies when
someone fucks him. However, normally this only applies in respect of
girls."

       "So, you are not virgin anymore, do you?"

       "In what to boys it refers, you are right. I have fucked and I have
been fucked." They started laughing loudly.

       "That's funny, Jim. I don't mind anything of that. I'll fuck and
I'll be fucked whenever I love a person." Being so young, they recovered
quickly, especially Frankie that only had dry orgasms. Jim was again hard
with the conversation. Frankie saw his weenie stiffen again; he touched it
and said to Jim.

        "Thanks, brother, for your explanations." Frankie cuddled tenderly
into his brother's arms during some minutes. Then he asked, "Jim, will you
continue telling me what you have found out about dad's life?"

       "Yes, but I think we should wash now that we are satisfied." Both
jumped out of the bed and went down to the bathroom to clean. When
finished, again jumped on the bed lying on his sides with their heads on
the pillow, facing each other; then Jim started:

	"As I told you some days ago, Uncle Michael and dad were very close
friends since they were little boys. Dad and Michael were pretty boys,
handsome teenagers and later men. They grew together and as many friends,
they used to go dancing to villages near ours." Frankie interrupted his
brother:

       "If they were pretty boys as you said, probably they had many girls
to fuck." Jim looked at his little brother not knowing what to say.

       "Well, I know he was a beautiful child but I wonder the
circumstances of those times, I suppose they fucked many girls and women
before they got married, especially dad. I'll show you something." Jim
jumped from the bed and got out, a couple of minutes later he arrived with
a metallic box that Frankie recognized immediately. He rummaged inside and
extracted an old photo that showed to his brother. Without any hesitation,
Frankie said:

       "This boy is Joan, Francis' brother. Nevertheless, this picture is
very old; how can it be...?

       "Are you sure, Frankie?" Jim asked.

       "Of course I am, without any doubt he is Joan... or at least,
someone that looks like him." Jim knew the answer, but he then said:

       "The boy of this picture is our dad when he was eight y/o." Frankie
could not believe the resemblance to Joan. His mouth agape, he asked.

       "How can it be?"

       "Because Joan is his grandson, in other words: Tomas is our
half-brother, so you and I are Joan and his brother/sisters'
uncles. Frankie was even more astonished; he asked:

       "Do you mean I'm little Francis' uncle?"

       "Exactly. Furthermore, there is a coincidence in our surnames; they
are also Martinez as we are."

       "My... well, John won't believe it!" Frankie slowly said.

       "I must remind you this is a family secret, we cannot release a
single word of it unless dad authorises us. You must promise me. Most
likely, many adult persons must know it, or at least, they suspect, but
cannot spread the news. They prefer to keep silence because this town used
to be a small village and many people are parents, so there are persons
that can be hurt.  Let's continue the story."

"In the neighbouring village, people were celebrating their annual local
feasts; as usual dad and Uncle Michael went dancing. The inseparable pals,
as all named them, entered the ballroom, where many people and women of all
ages were dancing. They saw a couple of pretty girls dancing together; one
was an exuberant blond girl, the other one was a brown haired with large
eyes. Two young men were trying to separate them without any success; they
reluctantly left the girls as they continued dancing. After a music break,
the girls sat down and when the music resumed, dad and Uncle Michael
approached the girls, dad said:

       "Michael, the blond is mine."

       "Well, there is a coincidence, because I liked the brown haired
one."

       "Ok, let's go before anyone spoils our chance." They approached the
girls and asked to dance; they doubted for some seconds but accepted with a
giggle. They had been happily dancing and chatting for some time when
several boys approached dad, one of them said:

       "You, the foreigner, leave this girl, she is my girlfriend!" The
girl got upset answered the boy without waiting for dad to intervene:

       "I'm not your girlfriend, so I dance with whom I like." Uncle
Michael was near and added:

       "I think it is clear; now please, leave us, we want to dance with
these beautiful girls."  The boys found themselves rejected by the girls,
as the foreigners did not chicken out. Seeing a possible fight, the couples
them stopped dancing, making a ring. Full of rage and impotence, the young
men thought they could not leave things as they were, otherwise their
prestige would disappear and made ridiculous after they bragged. Michael
then said to the girls and dad, "Let's have something on the bar." He spun
giving his back to the others. These could not accept the disdain from the
foreigners; the most exalted one dragged a knife from his pocket saying:

       "You are not going anywhere because I'll kill you just now!" When he
was trying to stab Uncle Michael, the blond girl screamed, but dad had some
experiences and had already placed himself behind the guy; so when the boy
made his first move toward Michael, dad put his left hand around the man's
neck, and with right, he gripped the hand with the knife. The scream had
alerted two police officers that were chatting with the bartender, they
quickly arrived where the fight was taking place and watched dad trying to
disarm the boy.

       "You stop immediately!" The police sergeant shouted. All the boys
that had taken part flew away, leaving alone their colleague; they knew
things have gone too far. The boy left the knife to fall on the floor and
dad retrieved himself joining Michael.

       "Sergeant, that guy was going to stab my friend from his back."

       "I saw it; so you just leave, I'll take care of this fellow." The
sergeant said. Uncle Michael knew what that meant in those times. If they
did nothing, the boy would be taken into the police station and into jail;
later almost certainly, he would be charged as an intent of homicide and
sentenced to six or ten years prison. Uncle Michael then, risking himself,
because normally police officers do not like interferences, said:

       "Excuse me, sir, may I speak?" The sergeant looked at him, surely,
he recognized them, he said:

       "Yes, what do you want?"

       "Well sir, I think this boy didn't wish to harm me, only he tried to
frighten us." Then dad backed Michael up.

       "Sir, I think he is also a little drunk." The sergeant was not a
fool; he immediately knew the boys' good intentions. He had a large
experience in crime and knew this was something between young men. So he
thought if the offended boys did not like things go further, it was silly
to complicate the boy's life, and what was more important, the sorrow of
his family. He then addressed to the boy and asked him.

       "Is it true that you only tried to scare them?"

       "Yes sir, I had no intention at all to hurt any of them; I'm a
little bit drunk and..." he shut his mouth because perhaps he would say
something inconvenient.

       "Ok; if both parties don't feel aggrieved, shake your hands and I'll
forget the incident."  The young man extended his hand; dad and Uncle
Michael shook it. However, the officer knew the boy would do nothing, but
his friends might be thinking different; so he said to Michael and dad,
"You better go back to your village as soon as you said goodbye to your
girls, so the incident cools down. Dad and Michael took the advice, and
they left. With this, you can imagine the close friendship between them."
Frankie kept silence digesting the information provided by his elder
brother; after a few minutes of silence Frankie said:

       "Jim that proves the loyalty of two great friends... but still, you
have not clarified how to happen that Francis is our nephew."

        "Well, with the time the brown haired girl became uncle's Michael
wife, John's mom.  Dad continued his love adventures with any woman he
could get; one of them was the blond girl of the dance. She had fallen in
love with him. During Uncle Michael's wedding celebration, they met each
other again and resumed their old friendship, but this time he fucked her
during a whole month; until she stopped it, telling him she had a boyfriend
and was going to marry him.  He did not insist since he did not love her;
however, a close friend of his told the truth: she was expecting a baby and
her husband knew it and consented to marry her."

       End of Part I