Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 10:14:57 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: BEST FRIENDS CHAPTER 4 BEST FRIENDS - Part IV -------------------------------- Chapter 28 -------------- The ride on the bikes and the girls marked a milestone in my life. I did not tell anything to my best friend and lover, about those strange dreams that I had during those weeks about Helen. I thought they would disappear from my mind; however, they did not. That night I dreamed again with her, and when I woke up I could not remember anything but my cock was very hard and I felt very happy. On Sunday we took the bikes and hid them in a yard close to the church, I told my friend. "Frankie we must go to a place near the meadow far from any person; there are a lot of large pine trees and the landscape from there is great and quiet; people call this place the "Muslim chair". It seems the girls fear some persons could make comments to their families if they see them. I, I don't know what is happening to me, my mind is a whirl, Frankie." I said this as a pray. As usual, he placed his arm around my shoulders and pressed me against him and then he said: "John, are you sure you don't like Helen? I'm sure that her friend is entirely indifferent to me." That assertion even confused me more. I could have cheated my best friend but I was too honest for that. "I don't know Frankie, certainly I have dreamed with her, I cannot remember all the dreams, but when she phoned me I could not stand on my legs." We approached the church and five minutes later, before anybody, Lucy and Helen came out to us with a lovely grin in her beautiful eyes. She was wearing a light blue sleeveless dress until over her rounded knees, and a handmade knitted white blouse to cover her arms during the mass. Her almost yellow hair combed freely to her shoulders but fastened to her head with a red ribbon with a little lace. She seemed a Fair Lady coming from a tale. "My God, what a beautiful girl she is! I murmured as I opened my mouth in disbelief. At those instants, I forgot Frankie, my parents, Francis... I could only see her. I woke up as Frankie jabbed me. "Wake up!" My friend said smiling. She approached me with her little bag in her hand. "Let's disappear from here, Jack. I don't want anybody making gossips about us." In seconds we turned the corner of the church, took our bikes and the girls on our bikes' bars. Very soon, we were pedalling thru a street that leads to the main road to the neighbouring village. The Government had recently paved it and we flew thru it. After about 3 kilometres, we left the main road and rode uphill thru an unpaved track. There were orange trees on both sides now on blossom that filled our lungs of energy and perfume. Helen felt my lips near her ear. "It is a beautiful place, Jack," she said. Thanks for taking me here away from many gossipers." "Wait a couple of minutes for the compliments." When the orange trees ended, some big pine trees appeared. They stopped the bikes, and then Frankie said: "This is a lovely place to enjoy Mother Nature's presence." The girls grinned as Lucy sat down resting, followed by Frankie. I knew what they had already planned. I offered my hand to Helen that immediately took it. "Come with me, I'll show you something." She did not doubt a second and we started climbing the sloping hill. We stopped for some seconds before arriving at our final destination. "Helen, please, keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them." I took her hand and guided her for about two or three minutes; then we remained stood in the middle of a small plateau. I knew how much my girl liked the open spaces. Then I stood behind her and said, "Now you can open them." She did and her mouth almost dropped watching the marvellous landscape; she felt my arms around her, tenderly caressing her waist and instinctively she place her own hands on top of mine. We remained quiet and in silence for a couple of minutes watching the view; then slowly she spun, looked intensely into my eyes, placed her arms around my neck and kissed me softly with all the love she could muster. Some time elapsed without any word and we broke the kiss. "Jack, I love you with all my heart. Nobody has ever understood me as you do." The answer from me was immediate; I hugged my girl tenderly very tightly to my chest. We both had the eyes blurred; I separated a little the beautiful face and kissed her back. "Helen, I want you to know that you will always be in my heart forever, no matter whether we are together or separated from a long distance, though I'll try to be near you." She extracted from her little bag an embroidered hanky and dried our blurred eyes. Then she asked: "Which is the name of this place? I did not know that even existed." "It is called the "Muslim Chair". I took Helen's hand and both sat dawn on something like a stone couch under a big walnut tree. "It is not far from my farm and whenever I come here, I miss you, well... especially from that date of the first ride. You are so pretty... Why the rest of the boys aren't mad about you as I am?" She gave me a peck on the lips and caressed my face with the back of her hand. I squirmed. "Some are, but no one is half handsome and intelligent as you are. I'm very selfish and I want you only for me and not for any other girl." Those words drove us to caresses that are more intimate. I did not want she could believe I was taking advantage of her, so I left her the lead of those moments. We needed a release, we were alone in a solitary place and both wanted it without expressing a single word. I dragged her to me, our mouths glued and I parted her teeth introducing my tongue into her wet mouth. She received me gladly, at that moment I felt her hand creeping thru my baggy leg trousers rubbing my hot skin. I did the same to her and soon my hand touched her wet panties; suddenly she placed her hand around my engorged penis and began to move her hand up and down slowly. I squirmed and gasped, she thought had hurt me and started retrieving her hand, but quickly I retained her hand there. We broke the kissing. "Have I hurt you?" "Oh no! All on contrary; please don't stop now." She was an intelligent girl and resumed her actions. I continued rubbing her wet cunt and I introduced one of my fingers into her vagina. She almost yelled with pleasure and hugged me very tightly with her head on my right shoulder. After a short time, we could not continue, our breathing stopped and Mother Nature sent us to the upper skies where a universe of colours exploded into our young minds as never before. After a while, we broke our embrace, stared at each other and suddenly we started to laugh as mad. Sometime later, I placed my arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. "What was that, Jack?" I thought I would reach the moon." "And you did." She laughed again. More calmed I said. "It was our orgasms, but I must say it has been marvellous." "You can bet for it, my boy. I never thought it could be as good." "It can be even much better." She looked surprised, grinned at me." "It seems you have some experience." I felt trapped. "Well... I must be honest with you, I have some experience not much, but you can be absolutely sure that it never was like this time with you." I got serious, caressed her beautiful hair and her face with a peck. "Nothing can be compared with you, Helen; please believe me!" She smiled with a sigh and kissed me tenderly. "I believe you, Jack." We hugged for a few seconds, she then stood, arranged her dress and said. "It is becoming late, Jack, Let's return." She took my hand and dragged me downhill where we had left Frankie and Lucy. They smiled at us, we took the bikes and after some time we left them in the corner of the church. Helen approached my ear as if she was going to transmit a secret, then bit my earlobe as she said, "I love you, Jack." Then they ran. ********************* Jim had been very lucky in France; he found in the school a friend and lover, his roommate Françoise. He was the son of a wealthy man. They had invited him to spend Christmas in their large mansion in Normandy; there, Jim knew Margarita, Françoise's twin sister; both fell in love. He also knew their half-brother, Charlie, who came from America; he was almost 9 y/o little blond boy who worshipped his brother and sister. Their mother had died three years back in America. Summer came and many events took place; I cannot describe them because that would take thousands and thousands of pages, besides they are written in Jim's story and I don't want to repeat them here. Frankie and I continue our weekly overnights, enjoying our friendship and our young lives but not all the time we had sex. We enjoyed being together, especially when we were in bed chatting about everything. Most of the times led to mutual sucking. Fucking each other diminished drastically because we knew we did not like it, nevertheless, we never lost the opportunity to fuck somebody else, and that was my case that I did more often to Francis, since he enjoyed both directions. Jim and Françoise arrived, and some days later Margarita, her father and their half-brother little Charlie. They conquered our hearts and we did the same to them, especially little Charlie and Joan. They stayed for one month and then returned to France and everybody resumed their lives. We enjoyed the beach with them as never before, but as I have said, I wrote everything in detail in their own story. Chapter 29 ---------------- From the moment we took the girls to the "Muslim Chair", we continued almost every Sunday waiting for them. Then we chatted, walked and most of the times we hid where we could, and kissed many times. We had to be very careful to prevent their respective parent spank them if someone caught us and informed their families. However, they did not allow us to touch her lovely little tits, only light touches that made our balls ache and we had to jerk off after kissing. Frankie and I were getting ready to go to our new boarding school, so we took every minute we could to enjoy our sexuality, knowing that, once we were in there, it would be very difficult to do anything, due to the religious character of it. Since the beginning of summer, we notice the need of jacking off every day; we took every opportunity to do it together, mostly sucking or masturbating each other as well as we spurted a lot of precum. After Jim's departure for France, I arrived at Frankie's home, and as usual, we ran upstairs and we hugged, then I told him: "Coming up here I met the girls, they said they will be at the river beach tomorrow." "Fantastic; however, if they have said it, must know we are not going just for kissing." Frankie grinned. "I suppose you have something in mind. Don't you?" "Yes, I do; however, we'll talk it over tonight." Frank entered that moment, and after greeting me, he invited me to have lunch with the family. Frankie was unusually happy. It was midday and after having lunch, we cleared the dishes and went for a ride trying to see the girls. We did not find them, so, after dinner, we preferred to chat with Frank for an hour, until we decided to go to bed. We chattered under the covers where normally we would have started having sex; however, we were very excited about our preparation for the new school. It was almost midnight when Frank peered thru the door: "Boys, too late to talk, time to sleep." We said good nights, cuddled into each other arms and kissed goodnights with a peck on the lips. A few minutes later, we were hard asleep. The following day was Sunday and we had agreed with the girls to meet at the river beach. At this time of the year, water stream had diminished and a lovely sandy beach had appeared; many people of all ages crowded the beach, swimming and taking the sunbath. We left the bikes on the farm and continued on foot. We spotted the girls near a large bush, separated from most of the public. As we approached, we saw a young couple engulfed in petting and near fucking under another bush; we ignored them, but our cocks started to get hard. We greeted the girls, took off our shirt and lay down near them, so we were facing them whereas they were back to back. As usual, I chose Helen. She was a pretty girl with two nice little mandarin sized breasts; I was mad about her and she knew it. She wore an old swimming suit that covered her from her crotch to under her neck. They were short over twelve now, so they looked much older than we were. "We thought you were not coming." The blond girl said. "We always fill our promises," Frankie said. She grinned at me and I lay near her, so I could oversee if anyone was approaching. Our faces were so near that our noses could touch. I will describe what we did because Frankie and Lucy were doing very much the same. There was some difference, Frankie and Lucy liked each other and enjoyed sex, but for Helen and me our hearts and our minds were only one; I deeply loved her and she did to me. Most of the times we did not need even to speak; our gazes were more than enough. I placed my hand behind her neck and in a quick move, I put my lips on hers. She did nothing but smiled at me, I thought she was surprised. "When we were at "Muslim Chair", I thought that a future priest wouldn't kiss a girl." She said grinning. "We are not going to be priests and you know that; this is a way to have a chance to go to high school without paying it. I trust you won't tell anybody about our encounters." "Are you mad? If my uncle and aunt knew I have kissed you, they will spank me to death." I looked at her and I pushed her head to me. Our lips glued and I parted her teeth with my tongue. I felt her resistance but finally, she allowed me in. I felt how my dick started to get hard and spurt precum, now tenting my shorts. She found our kissing so good that I felt her arm around my neck pushing my tongue into her mouth. Our bodies approached and I felt her little breasts pushing against my chest. With my left hand, I kneaded gently her little lemons for the first time; my right one went between her thighs. She squirmed in delight and we moaned with pleasure. I felt her hand rubbing my erection. I started humping slowly against her, our mouths glued. However, I sensed my body was going out of control, as the couple that we had previously seen; we were very hot. Frankie then said: "Someone could see us. Let's move where nobody watches us." "Where?" Helen asked. I stood and took her hand. She picked up her towel and clothes and followed me. Frankie and the other girl were behind us. A few metres further we heard some moans; I raised my finger to my lips, motioning silence. We watched a couple of teenager boys under a thick bush in a 69 position sucking each other. They probably were close to their climax, and so involved in their action that did not notice our presence; that increased our hotness. About one hundred metres far from there, covered with a large thick bush, we found the entrance to the cave and entered it. About ten metres, it turned to the left; there nobody could see us. There were many old tree leaves on the hard floor, brought by the wind. We extended our towels and without any more foreplay, I took off my shorts; my cock popped out. She looked at it and slowly grabbed and rubbed it, spreading my precum on the head. I gasped with pleasure. I bent over her and started kissing her passionately. I grabbed her swimming suit and yanked down to her waist; two beautiful teats appeared and I dropped my mouth, licked, and sucked them. We lay on the towels, Helen groaned as my tongue touched her bosom. I dragged her cloth to her ankles and I could see her lovely cunt with a few pubes on it. We were very hot and I knew we had not much time, however, I wanted to get my goal of fucking my beautiful girl; but I feared that it might happen as with Nuria. I was sucking her tongue now, we broke the kiss and I descended to her navel; I raised and spread her legs a little bit; I watched my target and I thought she was waiting for me to fuck her cunt. With my left hand, I guided my cock to the entry and pushed. It went inside a little bit as Helen gasped until it stopped on her seal. I bent over her as our mouths joined; our tongues swirled inside. She was gasping and moaning as I retrieved and fucked her; however, we were very excited and our bodies out of control. We were gasping loudly. I felt her hands on my ass cheeks exploring my butt crack; my climax was approaching quickly, instinctively I pushed down as she arched her hips, we both were as mad animals. The two actions together drew my dick to screw her hymen. I felt a wonderful sensation as it entered entirely into her warm cavern; at the same time, a little yell came from her throat. I felt intense pain on my right shoulder as she bitted me at the peak of her orgasm; however, I quickly retrieved and entered her again, and again. The sharp pains disappeared immediately, replaced by the new sensations of our orgasms approaching. In a few seconds, she groaned loudly as she got her second real climax. I shoved my dick deep into her vagina with a final thrust as I exploded into her warm cave; my balls tighten trying to eject what they were not able to do yet. I fell on top of her dripping sweat. She had released my neck and was breathing heavily; her lips red with my shoulder's blood. I laid my head on her left shoulder until we recovered our breathing. Again, I felt something special in my heart about that girl at that moment. I kissed her tenderly as she tousled my wet hair. "I love you, John. You are a wonderful and great little gentleman." At this important moment, she had changed Jack for John. "I love you, too, Helen. I'll never forget you; you have kidnapped my heart forever. When we grow up, I'll always remember you as I watch my shoulder's scar on the mirror." She beautifully smiled. I thought I deeply loved her. Tenderly I caressed her face and kissed her again softly. "Sorry, John, but it is your fault; it was so, so good that I couldn't control my mouth." We grinned happily. My dick was again hard; I kneeled beside her and started kissing her passionately. I moved up to her neck and nibbled her ears' lobes; she trembled and moaned in pleasure. I felt her right hand on my neck and her left rubbing my back; she continued down and squeezed my butt cheeks, rubbing the canal between asshole and my dick. She cupped my whole package, stroking my dick slowly. I moaned as I sucked her little tits. "John, please, let's do it as those boys we saw under the bush." She said gasping. I changed my position to a 69's; I watched how Frankie was imitating us. I started again sucking her chin as she massaged my hair and my butt. I continued with her breasts and I felt her tongue on my nipples; I continued, I licked and nibbled her navel. Finally, I slid my arms under her butt and lifted her a little bit; I took in my lips her clit, however, that was too much for her; she nearly screamed as the new sensation was as an electric discharge thru her young body. She pushed my butt down and took my full cock into her mouth. That also was too much for me; now I was the one to moan loudly. "Please, John, put it into me." I did not doubt a moment. I recovered my original position on top of her and soon my dick fully entered her to the hilt. We mutually felt a wonderful sensation as our mouths glued in an eternal great kiss, our tongues darting inside. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly and turned over, so I was under her on my back. She raised and sat on my dick, her long blond hair hanging and rubbing my chest; then she started grinding her body on top of me, so my dick was rubbing her vagina's walls. That was too much; I was very close to my climax. "Helen, I, I, I'm coming in seconds." We wanted our fuck to last as much as possible; she reluctantly stopped grinding, bent her flawless body and our mouths glued in a long kiss. When she left my mouth to breath, I moved my head in pleasure and I could see Frankie fucking his girl in doggy position. I dragged her again to me and started to suck her little lemons; she again turned over and I was now on top of her. We mentally decided to finish; I started fucking her quickly as my orgasm was approaching. We were uncontrolled, we did not mind who could see or hear us; we were two wild young animals that experienced for the first time that wonderful sexual sensation. I felt her hips as they arched to meet my dick deeper inside her. I pushed down all that I could, as that tremendous orgasm hit our bodies at the same time with loud and uncontrolled groans. Again, I fell on top of her, exhausted; loosely I slipped to her left side, still, our legs intertwined and my dick inside her vagina. We were sweating and breathing hard; we could hear our heartbeats into our chests. I moved a little my head and I watched Frankie and the other girl very much in the same position; I think they had their orgasms at the same time we did. We remained like that without saying anything for some minutes. My dick had come out of her vagina and now it was flaccid between my legs. I moved and kissed her; she returned the kiss. I caressed her smooth cheeks with the back of my hand and she took my hand and placed a kiss on my palm. "Helen, I love you with all my heart; I would like to be here for the whole life with you; you are so beautiful... I would recognize your eyes even in the darkness; they spark like little fireworks." She smiled and kissed me tenderly caressing my hair and rubbing my cheeks with the back of her hand. "You are very handsome, Jack. I would like to eat you, especially that lovely tuft on your forehead." She caressed it. Then after a silence, she asked me: "Do you shoot your... you know?" "No; not yet. We are not twelve yet, though very close to it; I think in a few months it will come. And you?" "Yes, I'm bleeding from a couple of months ago; my aunt told me that a woman cannot get pregnant if she fucks during a few days after her menstruation." "So, you are already a woman and I still am not a man." She kissed me softly. "It doesn't matter, after one year or so, we'll be the same." We kept silence for a few moments, and then I looked into her sparkling eyes. "Helen, will you promise to marry me when we grow up?" "Marry you? We are already married; we are doing what married couples do." "Well... yes; but I mean...the church, children and so on. I'll study hard and earn a lot of money. I would like to have a daughter as prettier as you are... and purchase you many dresses." She interrupted me. "Or boys, as handsome as you are." "Well, yes." "Yes, I promise. I adore you and I'll continue worshipping you forever." I kissed her and she kissed me back. My cock was again hard and she caressed it, I moaned in pleasure. "Let's do it again John; I like it very much." I grinned and pushed her on the soft towel, the tree leaves sounded like a bed. I placed her hands under her head and watched that beautiful young body; I thought that a special time would fit. I started licking her ear lobes and she moaned; then came down and kissed her eyes and sucked her chin with that little dimple I liked. I missed her mouth and went under her armpits. I licked one after the other and she sighed in a mix of pleasure and ticklish; then to her lemon breasts. They were very hard and my lips and tongue nibbled them carefully; she could not resist and placed her hands on my head caressing my hair. "Please Jack put your dick into me; I can't resist anymore." Nevertheless, I wanted that to last during some more minutes, so I left those sensitive parts and our mouths glued passionately. I broke our lips union and licked her navel; she was very wet and her still pink pussy was shining with precum. I missed it and went to her toes, licking each one. She moaned loudly as she found so erotic and sensitive her feet. Then I returned licking her smooth thighs; she then spread them giving me better access. She was very excited and close to orgasm, groaning and moving her head to either side of the towel with her eyes closed. I placed my tongue on her clit and she lifted her hips to meet my mouth. "Please, please, John, enter me! I went to her and our mouths closed in a continue kiss and at the same time, my cock deeply entered her to the hilt. She moaned and started grinding her hips; then, as our climaxes approached, she turned over on top of me and I felt her left hand rubbing my balls trying to pull them up into her cunt. We turned over a couple of times and finally, she was on top of me when that beautiful and strong orgasm hit our young bodies. I raised my hips and she pushed down; then she fell on top of me breathing hard, our hearts beating in unison. We remained there for a few minutes, and then she turned to her right side and gave me a peck on the lips. "This time you didn't bite my shoulder." She grinned beautifully. "I had to make a great effort to prevent it. It has been great Jack," She said it softly, she did not want the other couple could hear her calling me Jack; that was intimate and only for us. In fact, she did not like to share anything of me with anybody. "Where did you learn so many sex things? You are too young for that." "It is a secret, and a special action as this I only do to very special persons, like you." She pecked me again tenderly. We remained in silence for a few minutes; then she said: "I think we should finish, we must return home, however, we should swim a little bit before; that will clean us." I smiled. I had my plans in order no one could guess we had been fucking. "You return to the beach, so they may think you were peeing or something like that." She laughed as I continued. "We will meet you there. She looked at me puzzled, but she did not say anything. We put on our bath suits, caressed them before they left the cave; we returned where we had been. "Frankie, please, put on your shirt." "Why? it is too warm, or did you spend all of your energies?" I patted his lovely butt. "You can do whatever you like, but into the cave, it is a little bit fresher than here." He looked at me puzzled. I put on my shirt and he did the same. I advanced a few metres into the cave, now it was darker; I touched a little parcel and extracted a flashlight; I put it on and we started walking deeper into the tunnel. "How was it?" Frankie asked me while we walked into the cave. "My god, it has been more than wonderful, Frankie! I will never forget this; they are very hot girls. I love Helen." "Yes, they are, and pretty too. The problem is that I don't think we'll be able to repeat it, and it is a pity." "We never know, perhaps we can get them again before we leave for the school." "May I remind you that you won't have any other Sunday until next Christmas, and then it will be too cold to come into this place?" "Well, we'll see them next summer, perhaps for that time, we may be able to spurt something and enjoy it even more. Anyway, we have had a very good time, I'm sure we'll never forget it." "I do agree with you." He then added, "At least we'll be together, that's better than nothing." I grinned. "That's very important, Frankie. I like you more than any girl or boy in the world." I felt ashamed because in those moments I was not honest with my friend; now Helen occupied my heart and my mind. "Me too; my handsome boy." Let's continued walking, otherwise, we'll finish here having sex in the darkness." "You are right." At that moment, we felt a draught on our faces. "I think we are near the farm." I found the iron door nearly open, we forced it and entered; we closed it and went up to the stairs where we had left our bikes. We took care no one could see us, we rode to the beach, and in a few minutes, we were approaching the girls that were sat where we had met them before. They smiled at us guessing our strategy. We swan for a few minutes and returned to the village, each girl sat on our bike crossbar. We left them at the first houses; they did not want us to go further. "Shall we see you again? Frankie asked. The girls looked at each other and Helen said. "We cannot go out on weekdays; therefore, we hope to see you next Christmas when you come for holidays." She had her hand on my bike, I pressed it and I answered. "I'll miss you, Helen." "I'll miss you, too, Jack." She started to walk toward the houses. Impulsively I left the bike on the floor, I looked at each side, I took her from behind, and as she turned, I kissed her on the lips, a tender kiss. She looked at me amazed but said nothing. I could notice tears were forming in her eyes; she then said: "Thanks, Jacky, for the good time we have spent." Then she ran away followed by the other girl. Soon they were out of sight and we returned to Frankie's home. Nobody had called me Jacky before. We did not mention our farewell again. We spent the rest of the week playing on the farm and getting ready for the next Sunday morning. Next Thursday I was in bed; it was early to sleep, however, I wanted to read a few comics that Nuria had given me. I enjoyed them as any other boy of my age. Suddenly I heard some conversation downstairs and a few minutes later Francis and Joan entered my room. Little Joan said: "Mom has said to us we can sleep tonight with you if you don't mind." I looked at that beautiful little boy; I raised the sheet inviting them to climb into the bed. They quickly stripped naked and both went under the cover; Francis was behind me, and Joan facing me. I felt Francis' arms around me, his crotch on my butt. I felt his lips kissing my neck and my face. I turned my head so I could watch him. "I guess we need to close the door." Francis grinned; he jumped from the bed and locked the door. His dick was already hard. I felt his moves near me and that made my cock very hard because I knew what he was trying to do. Joan kissed me and his little hand gripped my dick that was already spurting drops of precum. He then said: "Uncle John, I want you to fuck my ass." Probably they had talked and planned it. He had a beautiful child butt and perhaps in other circumstances, I would have fucked him. However, no; he was my little cousin and my cock was too large and thick for him; I was sure I would hurt him. Besides, I loved him too much. Before I answered, I kissed him tenderly on the lips, he pushed his little tongue and parted my teeth. I could not stop his tongue touching mine inside my mouth. I greatly liked it. "I adore you too much Joan. I am too big for you and I would hurt you badly. No; even I won't try." He felt disappointed; he stared at me saying: "Charlie did it to me and I did it to him." Francis then from behind added: "I told you. Even mine is too big for you." "In that case, I must wait until Charlie returns." "Yes, it is better you wait until then," I said. He then scooted up and put his erected weenie in front of my mouth for me to suck. I wanted to give pleasure to that little evil. I dragged him down again and I commenced caressing and licking him his little beautiful body. I placed him with his back to me; I rubbed and licked his back thighs. I sucked little his toes, as he started squirming in delight and laughing. "Please, Uncle John fuck me," I said nothing but I put my head between his legs and licked his crevice; I tried to fuck him with my tongue; but he was too excited and my tongue could not penetrate him; however, he moaned with pleasure as my tongue touched and licked those sensitive nerve endings. Suddenly he turned and took a 69 position; soon I felt his little mouth on my cockhead. However, due to the size difference between our bodies, I dragged him to me, because I wanted to give him pleasure. He reluctantly left my dick as I took his whole package into my mouth. He then wrapped his small hands my cock and balls and started jacking me off. I felt another sensation; I felt Francis' cock trying to enter me. He had gotten the oil and spread some on his dick. I raised my left leg and in a single push, he gladly went into my hole. In spite I was not very fond of that, I enjoyed it because he was one of the persons I most loved. I wanted him to enjoy our last time before I returned from school. During a few minutes, he fucked me; I sucked Joan and he jacked me off. When I noticed we were all moaning and gasping near our orgasm, I said: "Let's, let's... stop for a while." We remained quiet, but our bodies claimed a release; so, after some time, we resumed our tasks and soon our bodies tensed. I noticed how little Joan's body pushed against me; a loud moan came from Francis as he gave me his final thrust and I pushed my hips onto my little Joan belly as I pulled him to me. That was a wonderful moment. That night we repeated our sexual actions. I fucked Francis; he placed himself with his back to me, so he sat on my dick impaled, then little Joan made a 69 with his brother, so I had all the weight on me; it was more or less as before, but otherwise. We did until we were exhausted and in a heap, we drifted to sleep. Early morning I got out of the bed, opened the door, and went into the other bed. We needed to rest, and the three together prevented it. Chapter 30 -------------- On Saturday, we said goodbye to everybody and on Sunday early morning, we took the 8:00 am train to the city. We were silent. Our parents were chatting about our future and Frank was explaining to us about our behaviour in a religious school. We heard nothing. Our thoughts were in our previous Sunday; the time spent in the cavern with the girls. As my memory reeled back, my dick started to grow and I could see Frankie was thinking about the same. I felt my dad's hand pushing me. "Did you hear Frank, John?" "Sorry dad, I was distracted by some thoughts." He grinned and Frank started again. The time elapsed quickly and we entered the rail station. Then dad asked for a taxi, and at 9:45 am, we were entering the school. We could see a few boys with their parents coming in, all were students with scholarships; paying ones would arrive during the afternoon and evening. Immediately we saw Marcus and Antonio approaching us. They greeted our parents and we shook hands; I could notice how Marcus blushed. "Welcome to the school. Father Angel is waiting for you." We saw the young priest, and after greeting our parents, we sat for a few minutes in his office, then he said: "Well, say goodbye to your family. Marcus and Antonio will show you everything and your places." With blurred eyes, we hugged them. We took our suitcases and followed our new friends up. We crossed a grass field and entered a large red-bricked building. We stepped up and soon we were in a large dorm; it had beds on each side; each bed had a wardrobe, a nightstand and a chair; the carpeted floor made it looks comfortable. We left our luggage on the last two beds at the bottom. Marcus then said: "We have arranged with father Angel a good job for you both. You will be in charge of the linen store. It is an easy task. In summary, you have to get control of all linen coming in and out. Every Saturday morning, a truck will arrive with the clean linen; they pack it in parcels of 50 units, the driver will collect the dirty sheets, towels, etc. also packed in 50 units. The cleaners make that task; before the truck comes; then they exchange dirty for clean linen and you should put down in a book the quantity they exchange. Tasks are described in this paper." Frankie then said: "I suppose it is a good job and give us some privacy; but why don't you have it?" They both grinned slyly. "Good and clever question; we expected it. We are friends and we know each other, therefore we want to be honest with you right from the beginning; however, you must promise us you won't release a single word of it." We looked at each other a little bit sheepishly and then Frankie said: "You have our word for it." Antonio then said: "As you well know we are... we are homosexual." He blushed, and then I placed my arm on his shoulder and said: "You shouldn't be ashamed of that; besides, you might change before you are a full adult." "Thanks, John. I don't think so, but by now we like boys, even we don't reject adults." He paused for a moment, then Marcus continued: "Father Angel, the Director and the Bishop are boy-lovers; especially the bishop. Most of the weekends we spend our time in his bed." We were a little bit surprised; Frankie then asked one of the blond boys: "Sorry Marcus if I'm rude; but does he fuck your butt?" "Not much, only a couple of times; he mostly likes being fucked by us." "Do you enjoy it, Antonio?" I asked. "Yes, a lot. He is an old man, very kind and good to us; something like a father. In some ways, we love him. He tells us many stories about the Church and the priests, from the Pope to our current priests. We are not the only ones homosexual in the Catholic Church. As far as the bishop tells us, many priests enjoy boys and young men taking them to their beds." "We know it," Frankie said. "My father knows very well this powerful institution and told us something about it; not so clear as you say; but Church's history is full of these relationships, so we don't much care about it; after all, they are human beings. Aren't they?" "You are very comprehensible, Frankie. As you will study, in the past, those words would have taken you into the fire pyre." "What about the director and Father Angel," I asked. "The director has his own boys to please him. He mostly likes boys of 15 or over. Yet, we know he likes to fuck and being fucked to the same extent. He has a lover that changes from time to time; normally it is a young priest. Father Angel is a different matter. He is a lovely and joyful man. He loves boys as much as he loves girls. He organizes little orgies with young boys; but he doesn't fuck them, except if they ask him to do so. He mostly likes to watch them enjoying each other; he takes part in helping them to enjoy; masturbating, french kissing, sucking and being sucked by them." The twins' explanation got us hard and I could observe the twins were tenting their shorts, too. We had descended to that building's basement where the linen store was; he extracted a key and opened the door, closing it behind us. It was a large room full of shelves with hundreds of packages of sheets, towels, etc. At the bottom, there was a large old sofa, a door leading to a tiny toilet with a shower, scarcely for one person. I looked at Frankie and he stared at me with a wink. I placed my left hand on Marcus' belly, and with my right one, I squeezed his butt; Frankie did the same with Antonio. Marcus spun, looked at me for a second and kissed me. I opened my mouth and our tongues met inside with delight. I rubbed his dick and he did the same with me, caressing my butt cheeks. "John, I want you to fuck me." I did not say anything but started stripping him down. He took my shirt off me and yanked my shorts and underwear down. Our dicks popped out erected. Naked, we started caressing passionately. Antonio, that had done the same with Frankie, left his caresses and brought two soft blankets that spread on the floor. I dragged my blond friend to the blanket and he lay on his back. "Please, fuck me hard. I wanted this since the first day I saw you in the examination." "I may hurt you. Do you have oil or vaseline?" "No, but don't need it. It is not the first time that someone fucks me." We engaged again in french kissing for at least five minutes. I was on top of him, our dicks rubbing against each other, both pouring precum. I wanted to have a light dry orgasm in order to concentrate on a true orgasm later; however, this would lead him to climax himself. "Marcus, I want you not to touch yourself. Do you promise?" "I'll try it." He said gasping." I approached him from his left side and started nibbling his earlobes; as I sucked them, he took my head and started rubbing my hair; other hand went to my back and massaged my back muscles. Obviously, his ears were very sensitive parts of his body. I continued to his neck and he moaned in pleasure when he felt my tongue on it. I raised his left arm and buried my mouth in his armpit. He had recently showered because I found a lovely and sweet smell in there, plus a couple of pubes. He moaned again as he felt a ticklish pleasure together. "Please John, fuck me right now." I grinned and watched how Frankie also smiled because Antonio was also asking for that. I ignored it and continued to his face; I kissed his eyes, his nose and finally, I sucked his chin. He could not remain quiet and dragged my face to his; once more, he pleaded me with passion. "Please, John, don't tease me anymore. Fuck me." I left him for a moment. "I need it, too, myself. But I want you to have a good memory from our first encounter." His dick was jerking with every heartbeat, and precum dribbling on his shaft down to his crotch and ball sack. I scooted down and took one of his nipples in my mouth; he near screamed in delight when I did the same with the second one. I sucked his navel and finally, I reached his hard cock. I knew that a few strokes would bring him to the edge of his climax; therefore, I stopped for a couple of minutes to cool him down. That was also good for me because I was quickly approaching my orgasm. We pecked and I went down to resume my task. I raised his legs and spread them to his chest; I could see Frankie was putting Antonio in a doggy position. I licked and nibbled his crevice and he tensed in pleasure. "Please, please, John; fuck me, fuck me hard! I want you in me." He pleaded. I could not stop, so I placed my dick on his pucker and I pushed hard. In a single thrust, my boy tool went inside of his bowels to the hilt. I stopped for a few seconds so he could adjust to my presence, but he was used to bigger cocks. He motioned to stroke his dick, but I tenderly separated his hands that he, immediately, placed on my butt cheeks. I fucked him hard, as he told me. He groaned in pleasure as he repeated. "Yes, John, harder, harder; please!" I notice his body spasms and how he got rigid, gripping my dick inside him. I gave him a final thrust, as one of my best dry orgasms hit me. I could watch how his dick shot his clear semen; the first shot landed on his nose, the second, on his neck and a couple more on his tummy. I continued fucking him until I watched his dick had stopped jerking. He was empty. I peeked to my left and I watched Frankie breathing heavily on top of Antonio's back. I fell on top of Marcus; he still gasping hugged me. I slid to his left side and I caressed him lightly. When I recovered my breathing, I said: "Did you enjoy it?" Marcus for an answer turned to my side and glued his lips with mine passionately." "I never shot with so strong force without touching me. It is amazing, John. I suppose you have a lot of experience or had a good master." Frankie said: "We had the best master we could have. I'm sorry we cannot tell you who he was. He didn't do directly, but he wrote it down for us and we practised." "Good idea!" "We want to shower; can we have a couple of towels?" "Of course, it is your store." We smiled. He reached one parcel and extracted two big towels. I gave my hand to Frankie and we went into the narrow cubicle; the twins opened their eyes wide. "Are you showering together?" "Yes; why not?" Marcus grinned and said. "You'll be there as canned fish." We smiled back. We packed ourselves inside; then closed the sliding door. It was true, as they said we were there very tight, but that was what we wanted right from the beginning. As soon as we entered, our bellies, our faces, our crotches and our legs were rubbing. I slid my hands behind Frankie's back and he did the same to me. We looked into each other eyes, our mouths joined and desperately we kissed. That was what we wanted and missed. Our tongues met as we caressed each other, receiving the same action close to our climaxes. "Let's soap. I'll do your back and you will do mine." I said. As I could, reached the sponge and put some soap. I rubbed it against Frankie's back, with a little difficulty when I tried to wash his back legs. Then I introduced the sponge between our bodies and we rubbed our chests. Covered with soap, except our faces, we started again rubbing. As we could, we slip our hands between our crotches, I took in my palm his lovely cock and I felt how he took mine. The precum, our moves and the soap made the rest. A couple of minutes later, we were groaning with marvellous pleasure. Our bodies got stiff; my hands pushed his butt cheeks against me as a wonderful orgasm made our young bodies to wriggle. It was so strong that my knees wanted to buckle. When we recovered our breaths, we grinned with the show we were performing for the twins. "We need to finish the shower." The water ran over our heads and a couple of minutes later we were drying each other outside the cubicle. We could see the twins had not been idle; their dicks were hard again and ready to orgasm. They grinned; Marcus then said: "Your moans made us hot; we are going to experiment with it." Quickly they moved into the shower as we sat down on the large sofa still naked. We heard them moaning and laughing, enjoying their young bodies. "Do you know John, when you were fucking Marcus I felt a strange sensation..." I interrupted him talking. "I know. You felt jealous and envy; didn't you?" He quickly jabbed me. "How do you know it?" "Because I felt the same about you; however, we don't have reasons to feel like that. We are sure we belong to each other, and we don't like being fucked, so there is no place for jealousy or envy." "Yes it is strange; nevertheless, what I have missed, during the last days, has been our nights together, especially when we had not any sex; only friendship, like now." I stared at him, our hands entwined and our dicks droop as old flowers. "Let's get dressed. At least our friends got us this place where we can stay together; we must be very careful otherwise." The twins ended their mutual sex actions and came out from the narrow cabin. Then Antonio said: "It is great inside there. I think we'll learn a lot from you two." "Still there is a special and long treatment; today we did a single one, not full." They looked at each other astonished. "Do you mean you can even improve it?" "Yes, that's what I said; yet, that would imply a quiet place without caring anyone knocking on the door, and only us." The twins exchanged a sly look, and then Antonio said: "We'll look into it." Let us go upstairs. I must show you the rest of the school." We went to every place; they introduced us to other students with a scholarship. They were in total sixty boys of 12, 13 and 14 y/o. After we had lunch, the paying students started coming in; most of them were very rich boys and all intelligent ones because JJ did not admit silly ones; however, their examination was not half strong as ours. That night the dorm was full, our beds were at the end together in the same row. Near mine was a small blond boy who looked sad as he was placing his clothes into the wardrobe; I could observe the quality of them, the same as those we received from Jim from Paris. In the following bed was a tall boy with curly hair that I caught staring at us. He blushed and smiled, I smiled back; he then came to our beds: "I'm James." We shook hands after giving him our names. The small blond boy continued his task ignoring us. That night I heard him sobbing quietly; I thought he was a home sicker and thus I told Frankie. The classes started after providing us with books and the rest of the material. We had agreed right from the beginning to start working hard and never leave anything for tomorrow, so we always did our homework before we went to bed. The school had a very high standard of education, therefore, they prohibited any form of strong words, and we were encouraged to rectify other boys. The following night I again heard the sobs from the blond boy. I felt sorry for him because he was very kind and educated with us; so I approached his bed trying to help. In a low whisper that no one could hear, I said: "Are you homesick?" He, without moving, answered in a low voice. "Fucking home, I hate it." I was astonished by those words coming from a supposed well-raised boy. "I know there are fucking situations in this fucking world." I could observe how his childish lips moved into a slight grin. He then said: "Thanks. Good nights." "Good nights." I returned to my bed. The following morning at 7:00 am, the bell rang and the main lights went on. We got up quickly, made our beds and took a towel to the shower. The twins had advised us not to be the last ones, so we could get the best showerheads where we could see everybody's dicks. We were not much interested in that as they were, however, we thought it was good advice; and if we wanted to jerk off, we should go to the last stand. The blond boy saw us and came to share our side; he was not embarrassed at all, however, for an instant I got him gazing us. I did as if I had not noticed it since I wanted to become his friend; something told me that he was a good boy. James also was near, and I clearly noticed how he looked at the blond boy's butt. He had a fair dick that was not in line with his body, but it confirmed his age. When we were drying, the blond boy said: "Thanks for the last night. My name is Pedro." He extended his hand and Frankie and I shook it. I noticed James' gaze on us, but he did nothing to approach; my intention was to introduce him to Pedro. We put on our underwear and ran to get dressed. After a huge breakfast, we started our first class that was of maths. We had come to work, therefore we decided, right from the start, to sit down on the second row, in order we could clearly hear the teachers' explanations. We explained this to Pedro, he thought for a moment and he agreed. On Friday, father Angel called us to his cell, we thought about what the twins had told us. We entered his two room's apartment and he received us gladly. "Sit down, boys." I have called you because I want to instruct you about your task and to hear your opinions about it." We blushed when we remembered our shower there. Then Frankie said: "Thanks for the task. I think we can do our job properly without interfering in our studies." "That's good. Do you have any new idea?" I answered him. "We have thought to carry out an inventory before we start. I'll show you." I took a piece of paper and I made a spreadsheet showing the form. "That's an excellent idea. I'll talk to the director to implement it in the other store; that will allow us to calculate the real value and our needs. I would suggest you perform it next Friday. If you need any help, I'll try to find another boy to help you." "Well, we think we can do it on Friday night, after dinner." He then lifted the phone and spoke to someone of Security telling about that. He then sat near us and said: "I'm sure that the twins have told you about the school." He looked at us and he continued: "From time to time we join in here and have some fun; should you be interested you will be welcomed. The Company seeks for intelligent boys; they become priests or not, therefore, we'll support you in any circumstance. However, I must stress that this is a very conservative school, so your... manifestations must be kept between yourselves and alone. If any other priest requests you for confession, you must always say that I am your confessor. Be also careful with other boys." He then smiled and continued: "By the way, we have placed a blond boy near you. I would thank you a lot if you care about him. He is a good guy, however, he had had problems at home; unfortunately, I can't talk about it." "Don't worry, father Angel; he is already a friend of ours." "Jolly good, then everything is settled. If you need anything, please let me know. Here consider me as your real father." "Thanks, father." We smiled for the double meaning. We left and continued our daily routine. Chapter 31 --------------- On Saturdays, we had sport during the morning and reading or doing homework in the evening. Sunday was a free day, especially after the morning mass. Most of the boys went to the visitors' area if they expected someone, if not; you could wonder or play with your friends. We sat on one bench under a big tree; it was a warm day and planned to go swimming. I could see Frankie's thighs since we wore baggy shorts. That got me hard. "Frankie, I'm hard watching your legs." "I'm too. Can we go somewhere to jerk off?" "I need not only that but to hug and fondle you." "I'm the same, but we must learn how to keep our thoughts out of that. Father Angel was clear about this." I nodded as I saw Pedro coming to us; a little bit far away, I watched James observing him. "Hello, friends!" "Hello, Pedro!" "You look bored and something else." "What do you mean by something else?" He grinned and bluntly said: "You seem in love with each other." We did not expect that, especially from a boy who knew us only one week. We dropped our mouth and he laughed. He then added, "Don't worry, I won't tell anybody." "How, how, how did you..." I stammered. "I have also been in love with a boy, my cousin Jesus. He looked at me as you look at yourselves. I guess I did the same." He paused. "Believe me; I envy you a lot. That's what made me to ask you to be my friends." He bent his head and continued speaking. "Jesus is the cause that I came to this school; otherwise I would have been in Cambridge, Orleans or somewhere else. In such a way, they punished me separating us." When we recovered, I said: "It looks like this hurts you, and you miss him." "You are absolutely right. I'm very hurt and I guess I miss him." I placed my arm on his shoulder and pushed Pedro against me. "Let's change our conversation. We don't want you to feel hurt. We can talk about this some other time. Now we can go swimming if you like it." He smiled and I could see how he wiped a tear from his cheek. "Yes, let's go." We jumped and ran to our dorm; we took our swimming suits and towels and went to the open swimming pool on the other side of the school. There was nobody swimming. Quickly, we changed into our trunks and jumped into the water. Frankie and I started swimming and made a full lap where Pedro did only half. We climbed out and sat at the border joking waiting for him. "Wow! How can you swim with that speed? I thought I was a good swimmer, however, I can see otherwise." We grinned. "First, you need to change your trunk for Speedos; those shorts restrain your speed; and second, we had a good master, Jim, my brother; he got a gold medal in the French School Games of last year. I would like you could see him and his friend Françoise swimming, they look like dolphins." "I didn't know you had a brother. How old is he?" "He is fourteen and is studying in St. Mary in Orleans." He opened his blue eyes in disbelief. "That's a special school and only very rich, influent and clever boys are admitted. In fact, I was due to be there." He paused for a moment as he thought he had committed a mistake speaking about his wealth; he got sad as if he had a heavy sin; he added, "I'm sorry Frankie; I didn't mean..." Frankie knew what Pedro was thinking and he hugged him. "Please Pedro; we consider you as you are, not because you have or not money. Jim is studying there as we are here with a scholarship. It is a long story and maybe I'll tell you some time. Now let's have fun." He pushed both of us into the pool and we swam during an hour, teaching Pedro. Two more boys arrived and went separated from us. When we were tired, we decided to go to the shower. It was a large room tiled to the ceiling; the left side divided into ten open compartments with five showerheads each, so fifty persons could shower together at a time. There were a large table and seats plus fifty lockers. We took off our Speedos and Pedro looked at us amazed: "You don't have white bands on your butts. How did you do it?" He grinned. "Jim's friend has a villa in the seaside with a private beach. All the boys swam naked there." "That's fantastic. I did sometimes with Jesus, but only inside the water and taking care, no one could see us. We always got a hard-on." As he remembered his cousin, he added, "I suppose you need to be alone now, it is a good moment." I pulled him to me and I kissed him on the lips. "Pedro, we like you, too. You are our friend and want to enjoy with us." "Are you mad? Someone could watch us, and that would be the end, especially for you. No. I'll tell you what we can do. While you have fun, I'll sit in front of the door, so I can see if anyone is approaching, then I can warn you." We thought for a moment that this was a good idea. I said: "Okay, but after that, it will be your turn." "My turn? Why?" "Please Pedro, don't argue, I told you we like you; that's all." "Okay." He was smiling and walking to sit near the door. We entered, and in seconds, our suits were on the floor and our mouths glued in a passionate kiss. My hands wondered Frankie head and back, and after five minutes grinding our crotches, we received our first dry orgasm in that room. It almost took me to the floor, as my knees could not support me. One minute later, we were on the floor sucking eagerly each other in a 69 position. As usual, that was a fantastic moment. Some months before, I could take into my mouth Frankie's full package, however, now I tried to take only his dick and it near gagged me. I notice it was the same for him. We sucked for about another ten minutes until we reached again our lovely climax. When we recovered our breath, quickly showered: "Well, what shall we do?" He asked. "You take care of Pedro," I said to Frankie. "No, you." "Please, Frankie. I'll do next time. Remember, in alphabetical order, F before J." "Why do you always have a convincing argument?" "Because I know you are the best boy in the world." When Pedro watched me outside the compartment, he understood there was not any need to be guarding the entrance. He came to us. "You must be a little bit more silent, I could hear your moans and I had to jerk off..." He could not finish his word; Frankie dragged him to the compartment and I watched how their lips glued in a passionate kiss as Frankie yanked his shorts down to his ankles. Pedro did not expect so quick action from us, but he soon reacted, put his right arm on Frankie's head-back and pushed his tongue deeper inside him. After a few minutes, Pedro was moaning in pleasure; Frankie left his kiss and started sucking his nipples. That was too much for him. His body jerked with spasm, tensed as he loudly groaned with his dry orgasm. Had not been for Frankie that hugged Pedro tightly, he might be fallen on the floor; his knees did not support him. I felt my dick growing in my shorts as I heard them moaning. I sat near the door in such a way that I could see anyone approaching while nobody could see me. I dropped my shorts and I started jerking my hard dick. When they recovered their breathings, Pedro put his back against the tiled wall as Frankie started again petting him. Pedro took Frankie dick in his hand and started jerking him off. Frankie sat on his legs and took Pedro's long cock into his mouth. He gasped tossing his head back, his hand on Frankie curly hair. He noticed his knees were to buckle, so he could not resist Frankie's caresses on his dickhead. "Plea... please, Fran... Frankie. Let me suck you, too." He spoke stammering. He fell down and dropped on top of Frankie in a 69 position. He enthusiastically took Frankie dick into his mouth, cupping his balls sack with his left hand and the right caressing his partner's butt. Some minutes later, Frankie could not resist anymore Pedro's sucking. He pushed his hips up as Pedro tried to take entirely Frankie's cock. They exploded in a loud groan as fell exhausted on the floor. Pedro lay to Frankie's side, still with his dick in his mouth. At the same time, I reached my third dry climax as I heard their groans. When I got my breath back, I went to see them; they were standing up, their dicks coming flaccid as was mine. Without a single word, we hugged together. Pedro opened the water and we started to shower; when we were drying, the other two boys came in. Our dicks were slim and I could see how both had a peek at us. We dressed, and with entwined arms around on shoulders, we smiled. "How was it, Pedro? Pedro pushed his hand on Frankie side laughing. "You are fantastic; however, I still insist that we moan too loud." We laughed again and happily ran to our dorm. In our way, we met Father Angel. "Hi, boys from the pool?" "Yes, sir; we have been making some sport." "Good. Why don't you introduce me to this boy?" "Sorry," Frankie said. "We supposed you knew him. Father Angel, this Pedro Montalba, our next roommate." They shook hands as Pedro said: "Glad to meet you, sir." "Okay, boys. I'll see you tomorrow in class." He left and Pedro in a low voice said: "Fuck off." We grinned as Pedro added, "I didn't know him personally, but I know his family and his life." We laughed as we continued walking, Frankie teasing him said: "I thought you were to kiss his hand, as many children do in my village to the priest." He looked at Frankie wickedly. "Neither he nor the bishop would take me to kiss his hand; they would kiss my ass." We laughed again. Frankie said: "Sure the bishop would love lapping your butt and much better if you fuck him." He looked at us and laughed at the joke. Our eyes met for a second and I was sure he understood, Frankie also in a different way. However, he said nothing. We ran to our dorm to prepare for dinner. We entered, took our trays and food and looked for a place; in fact, the room was not very crowded. I said: "We look like the three musketeers," Pedro said: "Yes; though Dartagnan is missing." We saw the lonely James sat in the corner and I pointed there. "Let's sit with him. He looks very shy and I'm sure he has a crutch on one of us." Laughing I said: "You are incorrigible, Pedro. How do you know he is in love with one of us?" "I know it, that's all." Slowing his voice, he added. "You are the best one making sex and in maths, but I'm better than you, knowing persons. I have a sixth sense for that. On the other hand, he could be a good musketeer if we could take rid of his shyness." James watched our intention of joining him; he politely stood and welcomed us. I introduced him to Pedro: "Hi, James! Let me introduce our friend Pedro Montalba. Pedro, this is James Marques." They shook hands and I could see how James blushed when he felt his new friend's hand. At that moment, I found out who was the object of his admiration. When we sat down, I jabbed Pedro's side. He smiled and I felt sorry for the poor boy being in Pedro's hands. He truly was even more rascal than we were, I thought, that James wakes up from his shyness. I saw a book on the table and asked James about it. "Well, I, I'm very fond of the Spanish kings and his family's history. It is like a novel." "I suppose you also read about the numbers o lovers, bastards and slaves they had." James blushed again for his admired boy's commentary. "Well, I study them from all points and I must recognize that some of them were not what we now call honest and fair persons." "Honest? James, they all considered that Spain was theirs because God had given to them. Using His name, they sent people to the fire pyres, hanged, or crucified them. Very far from what Jesus told them; and that applauded by the priests and the Pope. Sheet all of them!" James was surprised by the strong arguments and words used by Pedro. He then said: "The circumstances were different and I have to admit they were rude, but some of them made possible great enterprises." I guessed that would lead us to a difficult point, so I intervened: "The cause James is studying them, does not means he agrees about what they did. Unlike many persons, I think, he prefers to have a base or just curious to know how they lived or acted." James looked at me thanking for my help; I continued: "Even perhaps he is against that form of government." Pedro argued. "I don't know what your opinions are, but personally I don't like kings; I would prefer a country where people can choose their government, like in France. A country is not a farm to be inherited by the king's son. We should be able to decide to whom we like to govern us." Frankie then intervened: "We better shut up and don't talk about this matter, and believe me, I have my own reasons to do so." Pedro looked at each other. "You are right, Frankie. I think there are many subjects what we can talk about. My father used to say that politics are dirty except..." He stopped and continued eating in silence. We all assumed the conversation was over and continued our dinner. When we finished, we returned to the dorm. I wanted to make Pedro some open questions; however, I preferred to leave that for a better opportunity. Frankie and I sat and wrote a letter to Jim and Françoise. We were tired and had to get up early, so, soon we went to bed. Normally I slept the whole night without stopping, however, with the conversation I forgot to brush my teeth and pee. Near dawn, I woke up with the needs, but I felt very comfortable and I thought to keep it there until we got up. At that moment, I heard some muffled moans, I thought someone was jerking off his dick, but in the dim light, I could observe James moving; and then I heard: "Shit, shit, again!" I watched how he examined his pyjama, took off his trousers and underwear, carefully looked at the bed and rubbed it with the clothes. In silence, he took a clean pair from his nightstand, put it on and went to bed again. I smiled because I knew he had wetted the bed. I thought to tell Frankie and Pedro in the morning, but I knew Pedro would make fun of him and that might jeopardize our fresh friendship with James. He was too shy and probably no one had explained to him about his puberty. However, if that was true, he must have a great confusion in his mind to explain why he loved that devil and the humorous blond boy who may tease him if he knew that he was wetting the bed, like a baby. James was not asleep; that was the third night he has that dream. He was confused about how he would explain had stained three pairs of underwear in three nights. At home, there was no problem, no one would look into it, except his mom, but with care, he could put the garments into the basket and nobody would care about it, but here in the school... "Oh my God, if Pedro sees it! I would prefer to die". He blushed, thinking about it. "But it was so real, so wonderful! Frankie, John and Pedro were naked and he was naked, in addition; with their dicks erected; all of them kissed and touched him. Pedro even asked him if he wanted he would fuck him, and he said yes. Then, the blond boy inserted his dick into his butt. It felt marvellous and when he was enjoying the moment, came a strong need of peeing and he woke up!" "The previous nights had been very much the same, in different situations. They were in a beautiful field playing, and then all four were involved in a play with their cocks to the sun. He watched clearly how the beautiful Frankie sucked John, Pedro watched him and ran; took him in his arms and they kissed repeatable, until that need of peeing came again. How could he do this to a boy? That was a sin. Well, he had to recognize that Frankie was a beauty and that he had never felt anything for a girl; but perhaps it was due to he was too shy. Why was he so shy and not as a rascal and humorous as Pedro or John? I must get rid of this stupid shyness. Moreover, what is about his peeing? He never wetted his bed, as far as he could remember..." Without realising, he got asleep again and woke up with the bell calling us. He joined us and together we went to the shower. I could see the effort that this boy was doing to shower together with us, but I was sure he was enjoying the view of our naked bodies because I saw his dick being erected; though he took care to hide his erection against the wall. We all noticed but instinctively we had agreed no to tease or make fun of him. He was a good boy! We started classes and in the morning break, as we were coming out, he took a chance I was not with the other boys. "Please, John. I would like to talk to you... privately." I paused and looked into his eyes for a second and I found his urgent plead. I melted about him, deciding to help him. "You know we have come to be very close and I have not secret with them, let alone with Frankie." "Please, John." He pleaded. I thought about what this lovely boy was suffering. "Okay James. Let's go to the garden, we always can say you wanted to show me a plant at my request." "Thanks, John." Frankie watched us going in a different way and was to call us, but Pedro grabbed his arm. "Please Frankie, don't interrupt them. I'm sure James has a serious problem and wants to talk." "We are his friends, we have accepted him." He argued. "I know, but he is very shy, probably he'll tell us without any problem, but not at this moment." We arrived at the garden and sat near a large rose bush. James bent his head and with some difficulty, he started: "John, I, I, I think am sick, very sick." "What are your symptoms? Do you want me to go with you to the doctor?" "Oh no!" He almost shouted. "Now I feel fine, however, since a few weeks I have started to wet the bed as a baby. I hid it at home, but here it is different. Can you imagine if Pedro knew it? He would make fun of it." I grinned imagining the hell about this grown kid was going thru because he did not have parents who cared about him. "Why do you smile, am I saying silly things?" "I'm sorry James, awfully sorry that you think that about me. Nevertheless, I could not help but smile. You are not sick at all; all on contrary, you are a very healthy boy, at least physically." "How do you know? How are you so sure?" "Because I was not asleep last night when you wetted your bed and heard your moans." He deeply blushed as I continued: "You simply have arrived at puberty; in other words, you are a man and not a child anymore. You have matured as I expect to do within a few months. What you expelled was not pee, but semen. Didn't anybody tell you about what would happen in your body?" He was now more relaxed. "Well, I'm afraid my dad never talked to me about this, and let alone my mom. I have not any brother older than me. I have a boy and a girl under me, but they are 10 and 6 y/o." He paused and then added, "We are very much of the same age, why you don't wet your bed?" "We have a few months difference, I'm close to 12, and you told me you were in February, so it is clear that you have normally matured. You are a healthy boy, so it is normal. "But why I wet the bed? I never did before." "I told you this is not pee, but seeds from your body. When your body is full, it gets rid of what exceeds your capacity. It normally comes with lovely dreams, so you get an orgasm and expel it. From now on, you must be very careful when you fuck a grown girl; you can convert yourself into a young father." "Are you joking? Besides, I have no access to girls." "No, I'm not joking. You are able to make a baby, if you fuck a grown girl, of course." "If I what?" "Fuck. Don't you know that word?" "Well I heard it, but I don't exactly know the meaning." "Oh God, you poor rich boys!" The exact word is intercourse, but no one uses it. That's when you put your penis, cock or dick; as we say, into her vagina or her cunt, or her pussy as we say; and then you expel you semen inside her." He thought for a moment, and then said: "You mean the reproduction." "You got it. Nonetheless, it is not as cold as you say. It is the most beautiful and wonderful moment, even if that is not directed to reproduction, only doing it makes me mad." "It seems you have done it many times." With the conversation, I was hard. I looked and no one was in sight. There was a shack where the gardener kept his tools. I grabbed his hand and I led him into it. I unbuckled his trousers and dragged them and his underwear to his ankles; he was already hard, too. "Now, jerk off yourself." "Jerk off? Sorry, John, I can't understand..." We had not much time left so I had to speed up. I planted my lips on his mouth, my left hand on his butt cheeks and with the right, I wrapped his hard cock and started stroking it. I felt his hand on mine. Only I needed three or fours strokes as he started gasping, a few more and he pushed his hips to me, stopped breathing and his dick spurted a few drops of clear semen. Watching that, I also came to my climax. When we recovered our breath, I said: "That what I meant, James." "Sorry John. It was fantastic; I feel relaxed, very relaxed and something like regret." "That's normal, after five minutes it disappears. I suppose you now know what you have to do. If you make it every day, you wouldn't stain again your sheets." "John, you will never know how grateful I'm to you. And your... your kiss was wonderful." I smiled. "That was only a light example; it can be a hundred times more pleasurable, James." "Are you joking, John?" "No, I'm not. I am serious, very serious; however, we have not more time. The bell will ring in one minute." "John, I have thousands of questions to make. Will you answer, if you like, but when we are alone?" "I'll do, but together with our friends. You have an erroneous idea about Pedro. If you give him the opportunity, you will see he doesn't make fun of a serious matter like this; let alone about you. " "About me..." "Yes, about you." We heard the bell rang. We ran just in time to enter the next class. Chapter 32 --------------- We continued the classes until lunch came; now all four together had our food. I noticed Frankie and Pedro excitedly wanted to know what had happened during our meeting. We finished lunch and quickly went to sit under a lonely pine tree that we had started to like. We took our shoes off and Frankie asked: "What was up, boys?" I looked at James and he nodded. "Well nothing important, in summary, James is a man and he had experienced his first jerk off; I helped him." They were gladly surprised. Pedro then said: "Congratulations, James!" "Congratulations, man! Frankie said as Pedro added: "If we were in a place where no one could see us, I would kiss you James, and I'm sure you would enjoy it." "He knows what it is because I did to him when we jerked off." James lost his shyness; he approached Pedro and Frankie and kissed them on the lips. It was not a passionate kiss, but after all, it was an expression of love between friends. "Wow! This is the fourth musketeer we were looking for." Frankie then raised his hand: "All for one and one for all!" We high-fived together; James looked gleefully. He then said: "Thanks, mates; I'm overwhelmed with your friendship. I still have some questions about what has happened to me. As John told me when we jerked off, after I received that good sensation, I felt some regret as if I had done something wrong. However, three minutes later it was gone and ready to start again. Why? That's my question." Frankie then answered: "James, you have grown up in a religious environment, that's the main handicap. I bet that the priest, to whom you confessed your sins, told you that you shouldn't touch your dick; that you would get blind or seriously sick, and similar stupidities. Look James: your dad, my dad, and the 99 per cent of boys and men have jerked off their dicks, and they are still healthy and alive." "But then, why do they say it is a mortal sin and that God would not forgive us?" "They are liars, simple as that," Pedro said. "Jesus never said anything about that. He was God within a mortal body. If that is true, he had felt the same as you are feeling now; probably he jerked off because he was a boy and later on, he probably fucked a girl, as a man that he was." "We better forget about this." Frankie said as he added: "I don't believe in that, however, if you still want to confess, I would suggest you do it with father Angel. He likes boys, too." We paused for a moment and James asked: "How many times do you think I can jerk off daily?" "Well, it isn't good to eat too much, you could get sick. Jerking or fucking is the same. My dad told me that three times a day is normal, especially when you are young and healthy. Later your own body will advise you." "Do you mean I can jerk off three times a day without any problem?" "Yes, even more. Three times as an average, it is reasonable." "This morning I couldn't tell you my dream. It was a lovely one." Pedro then insisted. "Please James, tell us about it now." "I must say it affects all of you. It was so clear and so... We were in a strange place, sometimes it was a carpeted room and then changed into a flowered field; however, what never changed was Frankie and John that were sucking each other. I was terribly shocked, but I could not take my eyes off of you. I felt a lovely sensation when I watched Pedro was running to me. He took me from behind and..." James blushed deeply. I'm still shy to say it." "Come on James; get rid of your shyness!" Pedro encouraged him. "You kissed me as John did this morning, but then you bent me on four legs, like a dog, and I felt your cock trying to enter in my back hole. It felt very, very good. But suddenly I felt a strange need to pee and I woke up." We kept silence. Frankie then said: "You mean your ass. It was fantastic, James! But it will be much better if it comes true." "Why not? Are you ready?" Pedro asked. "Well, it is possible, but it will be very difficult to find a place where we could not be disturbed or caught," I said. "I hope you can develop ideas. That will be our next goal." Pedro said: "Please, excuse me for a while. I'm hard again and I have to recover my lost time." James got ready to run to the toilets for a good wank. "You are excused, but don't exceed yourself, otherwise your dick could be sore." He smiled and ran to the toilets. We finished classes and with books and notebooks under our arms, we walked to the dorm building. We were paired, I was with Frankie: "Frankie, have you noticed what sexy lips James have? They are so soft and red...I could only compare them with yours and Helen when we fucked in the cave. She had lovely ones." He was with his arm on my shoulders; I noticed how he squeezed me. In a low voice he said: "You are right; he has a very sensual mouth. You have already tasted it, so you must know it." I also put my arm on his shoulders. "I only did on his lips; he still doesn't know about the tongue mixing. We must teach him. By the way, do you have any idea how we can meet together?" "Yes, I have. First, when we finish tonight our homework, and before the lights are off, we'll pay a visit to the store, then we'll say to father Angel we need the help of a couple of boys. "That's an excellent idea. I suppose we'll have some time for petting." "I suppose so; however, it depends on how long our homework takes." We worked as a team. Frankie and I were the specialists in math, chemic and physic areas. James and Pedro were on history, language, and geography. We were all good on each of these matters; however, we were more on what in school terms they call science; and they on letters. So, any doubt would be solved immediately. We had established an iron and responsible discipline in our work. Nothing was considered more important that our studies. During dinner, we approached the father Angel and told him about. He agreed and mostly due to the fact we had included in our group to Pedro. I thought that Pedro eventually would explain to us why the priest was so interested in him. We ended our homework, took the key and went down. We closed the door while we inspected the store. But before we finished I was hard. I took James from behind and before he could say anything I started kissing him. He trembled like a jelly cake when he felt my tongue trying to enter in his lovely mouth; he finally parted it and our tongues met; he could not resist this new sensation. Stammering he said: "John, I, I think I'm coming." I quickly unbuckled his shorts and yanked them down to his ankles. He stepped out of them as he took mine down. We were naked waist down, our dicks touching. Soon I noticed how his body stiffened and a warm sensation on my belly as he spurted his small load of semen between us. I dragged him to the large sofa where Pedro and Frankie were engaged in a 69 sucking. When we recovered he said: "John, that was even better." I smiled and I watched Frankie and Pedro recovering their breath. I said: "You have the sexiest lips I ever met; they are very, very sweet." Frankie then intervened. "I want to taste them, too." Without any more preliminaries, he went on top of James, took from him the rest of his clothes and started caressing him passionately. James groaned in pleasure, rubbing Frankie lovely hair and kneading his butt cheeks. He left his tender lips and sucked his earlobes; that excited him even more; he groaned in desperation, overwhelmed with the new sensations unknown to him. Frankie scooted down and sucked his tender nipples. That was too much for him; he raised his legs as his new orgasm was approaching; however, at that moment Frankie stopped pleasuring him in order to calm him down. He was breathing heavily. "Please Frankie, don't stop now, I need to release." "I know, but I want you to enjoy it." Frankie resumed his task, but this time he straddled him in a 69 position. He didn't expect this when he felt his dick into Frankie's mouth. But the greatest was when he watched Frankie's cock rubbing his own lips. He enthusiastically took it into his mouth and sucked like a vacuum; that brought him to the edge. "Frankie, I, I, I'm coming." Frankie raised his head and took into his mouth his ball sack. That completed his excitement. He arched his hips, held his breathing as a few shots of clear white semen started spurting from his dick, landing on Frankie's chest. When Frankie hugged James I did the same to Pedro: the blond boy didn't stop me, he immediately planted his mouth on mine and we kissed passionately. Without separating our mouths, we stripped down tossing our clothes to the floor; he dragged me to the large couch; I lay on my back and he immediately took a 69 position. I started sucking his nipples and he was doing the same to me until he reached my dick; in a quick move he took it into his mouth and started sucking me. I felt his tongue exploring my dickhead. I found his white ass in front of my face, I licked his crevice and I tried to introduce my tongue into his hole. I noticed a spasm on his butt as I touched his sensitive part, announcing him for a possible fuck next time; however, I could not wait longer and I engulfed his dick until near the hilt. We sucked each other until I raised my hips and he pushed down his when we were hit with a marvellous orgasm. We remained quiet for some moments while James was licking and cleaning his own semen from Frankie's chest, then Frankie said: "What do you think James?" "It has been incredible Frankie. I regret a lot the long time I have been in the ignorance and the lies of the priests. It tastes rare, but not bad." We were all four sat together joking; however, our cocks were not flaccid. I looked into the blond boy's blue eyes tenderly. "I suppose you want to kiss James's lovely lips." He grinned. "Yes; I want to drink from that great spring. I think I owe him some explanations." I stood, while he turned to James and they started caressing passionately. I went to my lovely Frankie. I sat on his lap and immediately I felt his cock rubbing my hole. He said: "I'm waiting for you since half an hour ago." That was the time since we had entered, so I understood what he meant. We hugged; my face was on his right shoulder, near his ear, I bitted his earlobe; he squirmed as he did the same to me. "Why do I love you so much, sweet boy? I would like to have the word to express what I feel about you John, but I haven't." He whispered in my ear. I separated from him, our noses rubbing and our breaths mixing. Then we recovered our position with each other in the shoulder. I muttered. "I would stay like that for ages Frankie, feeling you near me, as we did at home." "But now my cock is in your butt." "I know and I don't mind. Do you want it to enter me?" He separated again from me and rubbed my tuft, my freckles and finally my lips, returning to my shoulder. "No. I'll never be fed up of you, John. I would like to fuse together with you, being a single body, a single soul, a single being. That has nothing to do with sex, John." We remained quiet and I could not help but my eyes and his blurred; but it was caused by the happiness of two young boys that had found a strange, strong and mutual union. Why was this prohibited by our society? Frankie was thinking the same. He tenderly separated from me and we found each other's eyes wetness; he licked mine and I licked his and embraced again. The sofa was a large and wide one. On the other side, James and his blond boy were engaged in a mutual passionate sucking. We could hear their groans of pleasure. I raised my butt a little so our cocks could be together. I started moving up and down and he lay completely down on the sofa, his beautiful head lying on the sofa's arm. Soon we reached a lovely soft and tender climax, while James screamed as he started again spurting his semen, this time into Pedro's mouth that eagerly drank it. I hugged Frankie very tight and rubbed his neck and his hair. I felt his lips on my shoulder and his tongue licking my girl's still a fresh scar, as he used to call it. "We better get dressed and go upstairs. We still have time for a quick shower." "Yes, but I'm so happy and comfortable here that I would remain the whole night like this." "I know it, Frankie; but we agreed that obligations are above all." He dragged my head to his, put his palms on my face cheeks and gave me one of those tender kisses that I adored. My body trembled and I said: "I think we still have time for a little more fun while Pedro and James recover." He smiled and we started moving up and down, this time passionately. We traded position to a 69 and, as always happened when made love, it was an intense orgasm that left us exhausted. We were still recovering our breath when Pedro said: "You really love each other. How could you fuck girls?" "That has nothing to do with this, Pedro. We have liked for a long time. We like to fuck girls a lot, it is wonderful, but I'll not change one minute with John, even without any sex, for all fucks to girls and boys of the world." Those words were so great! Especially saying them to a strange person...I could not help, but I hugged him as my eyes blurred again. Then I added: "The day that you truly love someone, no matter if it is a boy or girl, Pedro, you will understand what we feel when we are together. And, as Frankie has said, it has nothing to do with sex; it is something different; sorry I can't explain it." "I think partially I understand it. We have not enough time, but there are examples in History with stories of great lovers; some of them even produced great wars." James said. "I know one, and the person is very close to us, but we have no time. Come on; let's go for a quick shower before going to bed." Pedro said. "Yes, let's go; but you must promise to tell us that story." "I promise. We ran upstairs, took a towel and dashed to the showers that were at the bottom of the dorm. We were alone; showered quickly; however, I could see how James and Pedro kissed inside one of the stalls. When we dried, we put on our pyjama shorts and left. On our way to the beds I told James and Pedro: "Pedro, you must be very careful about your manifestation. We can't imagine what the other boys would say if they catch you kissing." "I know, John; but I don't know what is happening to me. When I see those red lips I can't help but take them." We grinned and James pushed his friend to him. They seemed were in love, or at least, they liked each other. Days passed by, we had not much time left, except during the breaks or at lunch when took the opportunity to chat. Normally there were other groups of boys, some just friends and some special friends, as we were. Friday came and Marcus, secretly, provided us with a little bottle of olive oil from the kitchen. As soon as we ended the classes, we went to the library to do our weekend homework. Looking for a book that I needed, I faced with a big one that attracted me as magnetism, its title "Financing". I took it and presented to the librarian, he looked a little bit surprised and said: "This is not a common book for a young boy like you." I blushed because perhaps I might have misunderstood the title; he observed my embarrassment and immediately added: "It isn't prohibited, but rarely is read by a boy of your age; however, as you seem interested in the matter, I would suggest you a different one to star with." He stood and went to the same section a brought a small one: "Introduction to Financing". He handed it to me: "This is a good and recent book, when you finish it you can get the bigger one." He smiled at me. "You can keep it as long as you like; if someone asks I'll tell you." "Thank you very much, sir." He looked at me pleased. Later I found out he was a technician on investments, working for the Company. We left the Library and an hour later we were entering again in the linen store. James didn't know anything; we told him we needed to check something. I locked the door and I could see James grinning and trying to kiss Pedro, but I said: "James, we have a job to do: to count and put down all this linen; as quicker we do the sooner you can do whatever you like. We have three hours, but you must realize that tomorrow, Frankie and I must get up early to receive the truck and the dirty linen. That means we need to sleep." Frankie grabbed from the shelf four dust coats giving one each. "You better wear this to keep safe your clothes." James looked at it and said: "I think it is too warm here to work, therefore, either we don't wear this or we take off our clothes." We all laughed and in seconds we stripped down naked and put on the coats. I sat on the table; spread the book and the three started counting parcels of items. We left four large towels and four blankets out of inventory, for us to use. When we were engrossed in our task, father Angel came, however, he didn't enter or knocked on the door; he heard our laughs and how each one, in loud voice, was telling me what was counting. He murmured: "Good boys." He left. We ended our job and the report for father Angel. We sat on the sofa and immediately we tossed away our coats. We were naked and with hard dicks awaiting attendance, leaking precum. I started petting tenderly Frankie and then to James. I said: "Pedro, you told me you wanted to be fucked." I didn't end the word when James said: "Me, too." "We want that experience, and then we can do ourselves, afterwards." I glanced into my lover's eyes and he nodded." "Okay. I'll fuck you Pedro; Frankie will follow me fucking you, James. Since it is the first time we must be careful because we don't want to hurt you at all, we want you to enjoy it." The blond boy excited dragged me to him. "Come on John, don't lose any more time." I grinned and could see my lover engaged in caressing James. I started licking his neck, earlobes and his mouth. His dick was jerking in need; however, I did not want to touch it. I laid him on his back and I continued licking and sucking his nipples. I felt his hands on my hair caressing my back neck as I approached his navel. I flicked it and he moaned in delight. I felt his hand now on my dick stroking it, I thought that I would come before I could enter him, but I didn't mind, we had time to recover. I spread his legs and raised them. I took the bottle of oil, Pedro felt my fingers find his crack and slide down to the tight hole within. I ran my fingers over it and he tensed for some seconds, still a bit afraid of what might happen. I stopped and started to move my hand back to his cock, but he moved it back down again, signalling me that he was ready. He guided my fingers to his hole; we were breathing hard and I started to gasp as my finger teased his pink bud by running circles on it. He was really beginning to enjoy and started moaning aloud. "Oh!...Yes... Do it, John, do it." Moreover, without being able to hold back any more, I coated my middle finger with oil and slowly entered his tight little ring, after a while my forefinger, too. We both had to stop for a moment to keep from coming now. It was an overwhelming experience for both of us! It took a little while before we started moving again, but that first penetration with my finger was enough to drive anyone over the edge; especially when I touched that marvellous point inside him. I reached down and grabbed the jar of olive oil. I did not know how much more I could stand. He was slowly masturbating me as I applied the greasy oil to my leaking shaft. I turned him on his knees facing the couch, and I right behind him, as Frankie was doing with James. I thought that was a better position for the first time. His ass was so awesome, just as cute as the rest of him. I moved into position, but before trying anything, I whispered in his ear: "Let me know if I hurt you. I want you to enjoy and not to be hurt." Pedro nodded, and with a little jitter in my stomach, I grabbed my cock up by the head and placed it at the opening of his tight orifice. He seemed like he was ready, and I pushed in ever so slightly. There was a little resistance, then a lot, but Pedro never told me to stop, he wanted this more than anything. It took some pushing and pulling, but suddenly, as if by magic, Pedro sighed and his cavity opened wide to accept me. I slid in, centimetre by centimetre, his moist canal massaging my stiff member from all sides, as I ventured deeper into him. Finally, I was all the way in, and I felt my crotch resting on his flawless cheeks. "I'm in. I'm really in." I whispered. Pedro seemed to be relaxing even more and I leaned over to kiss him on the cheek. "Ready?" "Ready John, I like it." I grinned satisfied as I could see my lover was doing very much the same to James. I pulled out slowly, only to push it back in again. Pedro was moaning loudly and I could not help but join him. I folded my arms his tender stomach and rubbed them back and forth, as we made love. I ran my hands up to his nipples and glided back and forth across his smooth chest. My other hand found its way to his rock hard cock and began to stroke it in time with my thrusts. I began to speed up. My thrusts became harder, my hand on his cock moved faster. We were both moaning, our young child bodies glistening with sweat, and I was about to reach my limit. Pedro was whimpering in desperation, almost yelling, and he was pushing back against me as hard as he could. Then, I stopped fucking and said: "Please, turn over so we can kiss." We moved in such a way that my cock was still inside him; however, I could not resist anymore. I bent over we kissed desperately, our tongues swirled inside our mouths. He tensed and I felt his ass closed up my shaft and his orgasm immediately delivered to me. I shouted out as muffled as I could as I exploded into Pedro. I fell on top of him, breathing hard and still giggling to myself as I breathed. Pedro then turned and lay down on top of me. He kissed me and I ran my fingers through his blond hair, my body still shaking and twitching with delight. "That was wonderful, John. I never thought it could be that good. That was why my cousin Jesus wanted it so much; probably he had some experience but he didn't tell me." Similar words James were telling Frankie. We had had a good job and had taken rid of their virginity. In addition, as if Frankie was reading my thoughts, said: "You are not a virgin anymore." We kissed again and James, looking into Pedro's eyes, said: "You know we can do whatever you like my lover and I am going to experience by ourselves." I looked into my friend's eyes. We separated from the new pair and we hugged tenderly. Immediately we could see how they took positions and the bottle of oil, starting their first and new fuck sensations that they would not probably forget during the rest of their lives. Frankie and I were by that moment satisfied, so we went into the tight shower to enjoy what we much liked; being tightly together, enjoying our young lives. When we were under warm water, Frankie grinning said: "Please John, don't arrange anymore fucking with others; if you want to fuck, I'll be ready for you, and I don't want anyone to touch you anymore. I am jealous even of the water that runs through your body. "Me too." Chapter 33 --------------- Weeks passed by and we were near the end of October; therefore our 12th birthday was approaching. I had read the first book about Finance and had started with the second. I must admit they fascinated me all about shares, shareholders, bonus, stocks, etc. Near all the free time I had was dedicated to those books. Frankie found it strange and he teased me, however, he was very respectful of what I was reading and he never interfered or asked why I liked that matter; simply he found it amusing. The weather still was warm and we wore shorts. Frankie and I used to wear buggy ones; they were comfortable but we also wore them for something else. When we were sat and raised our knees, someone sat in front of us could see our thighs up to near our buttocks and that excited us. The last Saturday afternoon, after lunch, all four were sat under the big tree, it was too cold to swim in the open swimming pool, and the heated one was not ready yet so we were chatting. I had my knees bent and my chin on them. James was opposite me and I could notice how he rubbed his dick. "John, I'm hard only watching your thighs." I grinned and wickedly said: "Well, you shouldn't be excited; after all, you know what is there further on, and even you have touched and sucked it." All smiled. "Yes, I know, but I can't help it. At this moment I would take you to bed and fuck you." I smiled. "I'm sorry, that would be impossible. There is only one person that eventually could have access to it, and you know who he is." Frankie gazed at me with a tender look. "I don't mind, I have the most beautiful blond if the world with me." Pedro looked and watching no person in sight, dragged James to the floor as if they were wrestling and kissed him passionately. "I like you James, and those beautiful lips you have." James slid his hand on Pedro's thigh as he kissed back his friend. He then said: "We need to fuck, Pedro. What can we do to get our goal? John, don't you have another inventory." "I'm afraid we haven't, we must repeat it every three months, and so next one will take place on the first of January next year." I paused for a moment. "However, perhaps I have a solution; nevertheless it must be without us intervening." Then James anxiously said: "Please tell us." "I needn't say that you cannot release a single word about it." Pedro stared at me a little bit puzzled as I continued: "There is an adult in the school that is a boy-lover." "What do you mean by that?" James asked. "Exactly what he has said," Frankie pointed out. Then I continued. "He loves boys and enjoys with then while they fuck, suck, etc. He likes fucking boys and being fucked by them. In summary he enjoys making sex things with boys up to 15 y/o; however, his preferences are from 11 to 14 y/o. He organizes little orgies in his cell with those who volunteered. He is very kind and of course, no one is uncomfortable with him. You can fuck or whatever you want the whole night without any problem. Eventually, he might masturbate or suck you, while you are fucking; if you agree to it, of course." James' eyes sparked in desire as he said: "Let's assist to one of those orgies. It must be wonderful to see other boys fucking." Then Pedro asked me: "Have you or Frankie ever been any time in one of those meetings?" "No, we haven't. Someone proposed us to assist, but we declined the invitation." Please, don't ask me why or who the person is. It is up to you to decide whether you would like to go or not." James then insisted. "Pedro let's go. We lose nothing, if we don't like it we can stop and be back in one minute; but if it is what I think it is, we might spend lovely nights making all kind of stuff. I'm hard only thinking about it. Come on Pedro! Say yes." Pedro considered James arguments and thought that it might be a good experience. "Okay, what shall we do now?" "Nothing. We'll make the contact and will let you know about it." Changing the subject I said: "Pedro, you promised us to tell a story about someone. Do you remember?" Pedro immediately caught my message. "I'll tell you right now, no one but two." He paused while we were in silence. "First: I shouldn't be in this school, my fucking father, in connection with my uncle, had agreed to send my cousin Jesus and I to a school in Cambridge, in England. He knew that the only thing I didn't like about that country is the wet weather. I love the freedom they enjoy and how they think about everything; however, he punished me separating from my cousin and sending me here. If he knew I have found here better company and happiness, I'm sure he would make all he could to remove me from here." "Pedro, after all, he is your father. Why do you speak like that about him?" He stared at me and I saw the sadness in his eyes. "I have watched many fathers talking or kissing his sons, for example, my uncle to my cousin Jesus; but he never acted as a father, but as a bloody egoist, at least with me. I can't remember whether he caressed me once; why? I don't know and it doesn't fuck matter. Probably is due that I have nothing from him; all my features respond to my mom's blood. He isn't very tall and is cleverer than her. In such a way, I admire him. He has raised a large fortune. Like my mother, he comes from an aristocratic family, but on contrary, he had very little money, if compared with my mom's family. How has he got all that fortune? I don't know. I suppose he took the opportunity, like many others, joining the dictatorship lines." "Well, if you admired him, probably he had noticed it, then why he punished you?" Frankie asked. "There is an explanation for that. My cousin Jesus is one year older than I am. I think he fell in love with me when I was ten. He always said I'm the prettiest boy in the world. We spent the summer in one of our houses in the North. There is a small cottage near the beach to keep fishing items. Two years ago he started sucking my dick, then we fondled and I sucked him as much as he did to me. We enjoyed our stays there. When we returned home, also we have a bungalow near the main house; my grandfather had built it in order the children could play there without disturbing adults. He always had an excuse to not come to play with us, but our plays mostly were sex, until our toys got sore." We laughed as he continued. "In England, we discovered a secret place in the school basement, and there we made our sex practices. He truly was in love with me; he protected me from older boys and even from my fucking sister. Last summer, my cousin Jesus told me he loved me and that he didn't like girls; he said he wanted me to fuck his ass. I tried but we didn't know about the oil, so I pushed hard my dick into him, he screamed in pain and I got my dickhead sore." We again laughed. James then said: "But you expel precum, probably that would have been sufficient to lube your cock." "I didn't realize that, nevertheless, now I gush a fair amount, but this summer I wasn't so sure. Anyway, it was not very pleasant, however, he insisted and as I refused, he asked me if he could fuck me. I was curious about it because sometimes I had put my finger into my rectum and it felt good. I said yes, that we would do at home in the bungalow during a Sunday when everybody was engaged with visitors. However, we were naked and our dicks stiff, he sucked me and when I came it was so good that almost screamed. My sister was walking with her boyfriend, well that was what she said; when she heard us. In summary, she caught us naked, with our dicks hard as rocks, and told my father. Well, you can imagine when he called me to his presence. He didn't spank me because my mom wouldn't have permitted it, however, the bastard told me so gross words that I would have preferred hundred times being whipped than to hear what he said me. The reverse side of the coin was my uncle, Jesus' father. He understood his son's feelings and warned him about the hypocrisy of this society. He told him that this was a normal exploration of our age and meant nothing about being homosexual. He said that homosexuality is not clearly determined until we are well into puberty, about 16 y/o. My cousin and I cried for our separation, but I felt much more the offences my father made me. I'll never forget them! I'm sure my cousin is missing me a lot." "Do you miss him?" James asked. "No. I'm very happy and in such a way I thank my father for sending me here." James then said: "I don't know if I'm homo or not; I like fucking boys and making sex things, but this is because we have not girls available, and, on the other hand, any boy can be as pretty as a girl. However, I must tell you what happened to me when I was close to ten. I got sick of my tonsils; the doctor came and prescribed me sort of injections that I hated. As I cried he changed into a different medicine, but it was in suppositories. My mom had very long nails, so she warned me that I had to introduce them myself in my bum, otherwise a nurse would do it. I cried but I accepted. She gave me some slippery stuff; I coated one of those bullets and I pushed it well into my ass. It felt so good that I told my mom to ask the doctor to prescribe a new box. She looked at me in puzzlement and said: "You are too little for so much medicine." I suppose she meant different from what I thought." We all laughed at James' story and decided to go to the library. Frankie and I agreed to talk father Angel about the boys wish; so the following morning, we went to the chapel before the mass. He was at the confession box, so both of us, at the same time, took place each side of it, in order to prevent anyone could hear us. After the traditional salute, he asked me: "Well John, are you coming to confess?" "We have nothing to confess, father Angel. We have not committed any grave sin." "Then why do you...?" "Frankie is kneeled on the other side to prevent anyone to hear us." "Good and clever boys!" He murmured. "What do you want?" I explained to him our friends' wishes, however, advising him nothing had been disclosed and no one knew anything about it. He then said: "Forget what you have told me. You have come to confess and I'll give you the absolution." I could see how he grinned as he raised his hand and said. "God bless you, sons. Go in peace." Three days later the twins approached us while we were having lunch. "Hi John, Frankie. We suppose you are Pedro and James. Glad to know you." They shook hands and we chatted about silly things during lunch, however, Frankie and I knew those were father Angel's messengers, so we hurried up and finish our lunch; they still were on the dessert. "We have to check the mail because soon our birthday will take place and are waiting for a letter from Jim." We stood, and left the four of them amicably talking about their business. It was not strange for us not seeing them the following Saturday during dinner. We grinned in complicity, Frankie then said: "I want to fondle those gorgeous thighs of you." I looked at him and rubbed his knee under the table. "What are you waiting for?" We smiled got up and went to the dorm. Many boys were on their beds chatting or reading comfortably. I took Pedro's little electric lamp, I wrapped it with paper and went to the linen store. We knew very well that no one would disturb us; however, we needed to take all kind of precautions; we locked the door, put off the main lights and plugged the little lamp, so no one could know we were there. In seconds we were naked and caressing each other on the sofa. I started on my lover's neck and then his nipples. Frankie moaned in pleasure as he stroked my hard dick. We rubbed our poles against each other and a few minutes later we reached a sweet orgasm that took us to the ninth cloud. We recovered, I had my face under his armpit, he was caressing my hair and I was pinching his hard nipples. He scooted down a little so our faces were together. "John, every moment I spend near you is a glorious one. Sometimes I think why I'm so happy; nothing might happen to destroy our happiness." I rubbed his smooth cheeks with the back of my hand; I knew how much he liked these tender touches." "Please Frankie; don't even mention that. That would make me mad; I don't think I could survive without you being at my side." "But we must assume that a day will come when circumstances separate us." "That will be different; because we still will like each other, and will think about the next time we may meet." "I love you, my precious John." "I love you, too, Frankie." We repeatable kissed. I felt our dicks hard pushing against our bellies. I thought for a moment about our friends, and I said: "What do you think are they doing right now?" "I suppose they must be making sex with the priest." He paused for a moment; our faces were so close that his breath came into my nose. "John, it is a long time we haven't fucked. Do you want to fuck me?" I stared into his black deep eyes and kissed them. "I want to make love, not sex; and love is a problem of two, not only one." "What do you mean? "I mean that if you want to make things to me I would enjoy doing the same to you." He looked into my eyes and our lips joined passionately. "Let's do it, John, this would be as our birthday celebration." "Okay, who'll start?" "You, of course." "No. This time I'm the commander. You will start; however, we must be very tight, therefore we need the oil; besides our dicks have grown a lot since the last time we did it." "Yes, you are right." I stood, took the olive oil bottle and lay beside him. I started petting him, licking his armpits, his lovely nipples, his navel, until I reached his hard dick. I took it in my mouth as I fondled his ball sack. I left his dick and spread his smooth legs to his chest; his rosebud was in front of me. I tried with my tongue to penetrate him but he was so sensitive that he even closed it more. I took the bottle and poured some oil under his balls, it slid down to his hole, and then I pushed my finger into his anus oiling his inside. He gasped as I lubed him; then I coated my dick and got ready. "Are you ready, lover?" "Yes, I am. Come on, I want to feel you in me and be as one." I put my hand on his chest, guided my dickhead to his hole and pushed. I found a little resistance but as I pushed I felt the great sensation of my foreskin being peeled back and the warm of his tunnel around my cockhead. I moaned in ecstasies when my ball touched his ass cheeks. I was close to my orgasm, but I wanted this to last as much as possible. He extended his legs and placed them around my waist; I felt his inside wall pressing against my dick. Our mouths met and our tongues swirled for a long time. He caressed my neck and my hair as our mouths were glued. "I like it, John; I'm glad we decided to do it. I feel full of you as if we were only one person." I pressed my lips against him as I started moving my pelvis in/out of him; soon my dick could not resist anymore. I felt a higher pressure on my cock as he reached his climax. My body tensed and as an animal, I fucked him wildly, in seconds I was hit by a tremendous orgasm that left me near exhausted. I fell on top of him breathing hard and gasping for air. We remained like that for some minutes; caressing each other body, but without saying a single word. After that long time, still, my dick was hard inside him. "Frankie, this has been a beautiful moment that only love can provide." "I know, John; but this has been only half of it." We remained for another five minutes without moving. I was with my head on his chest; his left hand kneading it and his right were cupping my dick and ball sack. I was massaging his neck with my right one while my left caressed his thighs. I enjoyed rubbing them. He purred like a kitten. Suddenly he turned to me and placed his lips on mine, starting a long and passionate kiss. I understood he wanted to complete our evening. I got the oil bottle handled it to him as we were gasping excitedly. "Frankie, let's do it." I placed my head and knees on the sofa, so my ass was showing on the air. He kissed each cheek, then he entered his middle finger into the bottle, and impregnate with oil he pushed it into my bum hole. I felt a lovely sensation as he moved it inside. Again he repeated the action until his finger slipped into my ass easily. I felt his lips again on my buttocks and I squirmed only imagining his lips on my soft skin. "I like that, Frankie." He did it again and suddenly I felt his tongue in my hole, trying to enter me. I trembled with a spasm and moaned with pleasure. "You like it, don't you?" "Yes Frankie, it is a wonderful feeling." "John, you have a beautiful ass with two lovely dimples on the cheeks." He signalled each hole. "I like them as every centimetre of you, John; because of that I want to be inside you; I need to feel you as part of me, as an extension of my soul." I could not wait anymore. "Please, do it, Frankie. I need that too." He coated his hard dick with oil; placed his left hand on my chest and started rubbing my nipples and tummy; his right one cupping my balls and hard cock. I felt how his dick entered me in a single and slow thrust. He gasped and I moaned. "Did I hurt you, John?" He muttered. "Oh no! I'm alright. I felt a good sensation when you touched the sweet spot." He grinned. He started pulling in/out in a single move; first slowly then he increased the pace; at the same time, he was stroking my cock. The moment of wilderness arrived when the animal sex overwhelmed us, forgetting our friendship. He shoved his dick into me like a mad boy. We were glistening with sweat, then I could not resist anymore. A tremendous orgasm hit our young bodies; I could not remain in my position, my knees straightened and I went flat on my tummy as my lover gave me a final thrust with a long groan. He fell on top of me; I felt his breath on my right ear. I recovered first and extended my hand and rubbed his face. He then slid to his right side behind me; still, his cock embedded in my bum. Slowly our love recovered his place, our dicks came flaccid and I turned over to face him. He was so beautiful! His cheeks pink for the effort and his curly black hair scrambled mixed with sweat. I pecked his forehead, then he took my palms, put a kiss on each one, and then placed them on his face inviting me to kiss him; I did on his lips while his hands were on top of mine. "I immensely love you, John! Sometimes, like today, I feel ashamed when we lose our control permitting our animal senses command on our feeling." "You know I'll never be fed up with telling you how I feel about you. We are animals, after all, so we shouldn't be surprised if sometimes we behave like them. But it has been marvellous!!!" We are running short of time, it has gone so quickly... I want Christmas comes to remain a whole night together as we used to do, even if we don't make any sex; only as we are now." After another ten minutes of petting, we stood and went into the tight shower. Chapter 34 --------------- He soaped me and I did to him, however, our slippery bodies so tight again ordered our dicks to get hard as rocks. He looked into my eyes and I grinned. We started moving up and down, our mouths united in an eternal union while the warm water cleaned us. Soon a lovely dry orgasm came to us, not as strong as before, but a lovely one that left our dicks exhausted. My head on his shoulder and his on mine, we remained like that until the last minute. We got dressed and taking care not to be seen, we slipped away to the dorm. We had spent near three hours together and we were very happy. We sat on the beds and facing each other we changed into our pyjamas. As I was to put my bare foot under the cover, a blond small boy came from the showers, bared chest and a towel wrapped around his hips. He looked at us I glanced at him. Immediately I recognized him as the blond small scholar that I defended during our medical examination. "Hi, Willy! What are you doing here in this dorm? I hadn't seen you since the medical check." His face beamed of happiness and came to our bed. "Hi, my friends! I didn't know you were here. I have come transferred from dorm five; I have had some problems with that stupid black haired boy. He had been seriously warned of expulsion if he persists in annoying me and others." "We can talk about that later; we are very happy to see you here with us. Come on, sit here with us. "I'll change into the pyjama first; my bed is opposite yours." He came back after a couple of minutes and we talked about his studies, hobbies, etc. "We are very well, we have two friends, these two beds; they are with their families today." I lied. "Are they scholar, too?" "No, they aren't. They are paying boys." "That is synonymous with richness, consented and spoiled boys." "Well Willy, you should not generalize, there are good persons on both sides. You have experienced that with that stupid boy." He nodded. "Yes, you are right; that's one of my grave faults, to reach conclusions too fast." Frankie then added. "You'll know them tomorrow. Pedro is very similar to you, and he is one of the best persons I ever met. I'm sure you'll like them. James is that kind of easy boy, but very intelligent, very keen especially in history, I would say too much; he knows more about Spanish queens and kings than most of the teachers in this school." "Probably he is an aristocrat." "I don't know," Frankie said. "They never talk about their wealth; Pedro lightly mentioned it and he apologized for it." The blond short boy looked puzzled to us, Frankie added: "I can assure you that Pedro is a Republican and hate all about this dictatorship." He then smiled. "It isn't normal. Don't talk too loud, they could send us to jail." We laughed. Lights went off and we too to sleep. We liked that boy since we met him for the first time. We had known that his family had had serious problems during the Spanish Civil War, as Frankie's and many others; that made a bond between us that was very difficult to share with someone else. James and Pedro did not return that night; even we did not see them at the Sunday mass; we met them during Lunch. Willy sat with us and we introduced him to them. I could see how Pedro and Willy examined each other carefully. James was exuberant and hungry; he did not talk about anything regarding last sex night; Pedro looked a little bit sad or perhaps disappointed. We told them we expected our families visit next Sunday. We noticed Pedro was reserved, however, we thought it was due to the presence of Willy. We spend the day doing our homework, writing and reading our mail. The five of us joined in the sitting lounge until was time for bed. The week went by and the time demonstrated how wrong Willy was about our new friends. He also demonstrated his intelligence. I would say we formed the group with the best qualifications in our grade. That was normal among scholar boys, but not in paying boys; they were not normal ones, except in sex and love. On Wednesday, after lunch, James and Willy excused themselves because they wanted to get a book from the library, so they left us under the big tree. I think that Pedro was waiting for this opportunity because he said: "You haven't asked us about the sex night with the priest." Frankie then said: "Remember it was your decision; even being curious about that, we thought it is a private matter that we must respect. Then he sadly said: "But we are best friends, and as far as I'm concerned, I like to share my life events with you. "Sorry Pedro, perhaps we have been too rude to you." "Oh no, you haven't, only that I..." He did not finish his word, but he changed into the subject: "In fact, we enjoyed the night, especially James; I think he is obsessed with sex, probably due to him entering into puberty so quickly." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "Because this is the truth. The priest brought us excellent food, orange juice and cola. I will not describe item by item. James fucked the twins; the twins fucked him while the other sucked him. I got excited and father Angel sucked me; he is a professional because he made me a good blowjob. Then I fucked both twins in different positions. James fucked the priest while the twins sucked me. One of them, the one with the stain, wanted to fuck me. I did not want that; however, I felt I needed to pay them back, so I agreed. He prepared the Vaseline; not oil, and he tried; nevertheless, it hurt, so he said that we must do it some other time, and I agreed. It was well over midnight and I was very tired so I decided to sleep. There are two beds in there. When I left, I saw the priest prepared to fuck James that was kissing him. The twins excited were doing together what they could not do to me. I woke up near midday; showered and left." He paused and Frankie said: "It was a great orgy." "Yes, it was; but I won't come back. I am not obsessed with sex. I like love, something as you do. They never mentioned that word in the whole night." He then looked at us and added, "I want affection, and sex if it necessary, but not that." We immediately knew that the boy was a lonely one, searching for any kind of love. His dad hated him; his mom occupied with his friends, and this poor boy was alone in this terrible world, secluded in a lonely and far school. I looked into Frankie's eyes and he understood we needed to demonstrate to this boy that there was something else; otherwise, his life would be lost; probably in the hands of the first unscrupulous person that he meets and makes a fiction of love to him. I pushed him down to the lawn as if we were joking, and I kissed him on the forehead: "We like you Pedro; you are not alone. Will you let us share our happiness with you? He fixedly looked into my eyes, making a strong effort to stop his tears; then he smiled widely: "Thanks, boys, I like you, too." Let us play soccer. We happily got up, wore our sports clothes and spent the evening in the soccer field, until we were exhausted. We mentally had taken a decision: to take care of him and share with him our friendship, until he found an unselfish person to whom he could give his heart as we did. Days went by and Willy was an assiduous member of our gang, we caught him several times peeking on Pedro; he did not even notice that we were watching him; Frankie and I grinned in complicity. We had hot discussions about all matters and Willy appeared being a great specialist on Astronomy. He knew more about this subject than most of the students. He was as enthusiastic on this subject as James was on Spanish kings and queens' history. We also discovered Pedro was near a professional piano concert boy; however, he never wanted to speak about his ability. On one of those discussions under the big tree, Pedro asked Willy: "Willy, being you a specialist about stars and skies, what do you think about God? He looked at his new friend with curiosity upon that important question. He then said: "That's an important question, Pedro. I'm not a theologian, but an amateur boy on Astronomy, so my opinion is only personal and extracted from what I have read; so you should not form yourself a strong opinion on the matter coming from a poor and ignoramus boy." He paused Pedro argued: "We are more ignorant than you are." "Even so, this is a serious matter and some could be felt hurt. I prefer not to speak about politic and religion; nevertheless, you have made me a question and I'll try to answer you, dear Pedro." The blond boy blushed as Willy named him with the adjective "dear". He continued: "According to the current science, we live in a space filled with billions of galaxies, these with thousands of constellations each one, and each constellation with many systems like ours, with many planets of all sizes. Our system is part of a little constellation; placed in a corner in the outskirts of this, forming part of a tiny system heated by a medium-sized star, the Sun. If we consider our system as a whole group, our next-door neighbour is of about four million years-light. Can you imagine how big the outer space is? Who could do this? Do you think that God would have come to save Humanity to a tiny planet, lost and placed in a tiny constellation with billions of others systems? I don't think so. The Earth compared with the rest of the Universe is less than the smallest stone you can find in a sandy beach compared with the rest of the Hearth. You should be humble than we are nothing; a small atom in the whole Universe, however, if you hear the priests in the churches, we are the most important planet, even after the Middle Age the Earth was considered as the centre of the Universe. Shit all of them! If there is a being enough great that could build our World, it was not Jesus, Mahomet, Buda, etc." He paused and we kept silence. Frankie then said: "If you were in the Middle Age, those words would have taken you to the fire pyre." "I know that; even now, if the director of this school knew how I express my thoughts. He might consider my expulsion. However, I'm absolutely convinced that most of them think as I do. They are not silly, and this Company has good scientists on Astronomy. I don't care because I'm amongst friends and I take the Holy Communion from time to time." He grinned with sarcasm. "I know I'm a hypocrite, but it is a tool to survive when you have not money, but intelligence." We stood because it was time to come back. Then Pedro looked into his new friend's eyes and said: "I do agree with you. Willy, I admire your braveness." Willy blushed this time at his friend's words. "Thanks, Pedro. You are very kind." Saturday came again, we got up early to do our job and I watched Willy also getting up; we went to get our breakfast before the paying boys; when we were at the table he said: "I like Pedro, John. I must recognize I had some prejudices against rich boys, but I think he is different." "That's our belief, because of that, we consider him within our best friends." We went to our task and Willy to his. After dinner, James disappeared arguing, he had a family to attend. Willy said he wanted to read in the library. They left; I glanced at Frankie and he nodded; I took Pedro's hand saying: "Pedro, please, take your little nightstand lamp, hide it and follow us. We'll wait for you outside." He looked at us puzzled, but I smiled at him. "Come on, we have not the whole night!" Once downstairs, we slid out to the basement, entered the linen room and locked the door, then I watched how Pedro put a flashlight on. I smiled. Pedro said: "I supposed we need it." I smiled at him and he could not continue, because I tenderly took his face in my hands and I kissed him on the lips. "We love you, clever boy. He smiled and he did me back. "I wanted this more than you think." Frankie had plugged the little light; he took him from behind and pecked him. Pedro turned around and glued his lips with Frankie's for long minutes. I started stripping him and I could see he was already hard. "Come on! Let's put the blankets behind the shelves, we'll be more comfortable there, moreover, that will prevent anybody to see the lights." We extended the blankets and a large pillow and the three lay on the prepared bed, Pedro in the middle of us, Frankie on his right. We both at the same time started caressing his face and he, smiling and happily kissed us back; then Frankie scooted down to his feet and started licking and sucking his toes, one by one; at the same time I licked and sucked his earlobes, then his neck flicking my tongue until I reached his chin. He did not expect such a combined action and I could hear his moans with pleasure, his hands rubbing my hair and my cock. "We love you, little brother." In those moments, we thought our little nephew Francis was under us. He grabbed my head joining our mouths, our tongues fighting inside to suck each other. Tenderly I separated from him and continued caressing his smooth face; I sucked his chin. I felt his kisses on my face, his hands on my neck and back; that was making me very hot. I bent over when I reached his armpits, and flicking them. He could not resist the ticklish and erotic sensations; laughing uncontrollably. I placed my lips on his and cut off his smile. He hungrily wrapped my dick and commenced jerking it off. He was gasping and I notice his orgasm was almost there. Frankie was now licking his child's calves, and when he reached his back knee and flicked them, he moaned loudly. Frankie bent the boy's right leg and placed it rubbing Frankie's dick. The three actions together made us insane. Pedro sped jacking me and moving his leg on Frankie's crotch; that made us reach a common dry orgasm and we fell in heap one on top of the other. "Brother, you are very good. You look like an octopus making love." Pedro smiled satisfied; we again started kissing him, as he moved his face to each side to pay back our caresses. He looked so happy and beautiful that I could not help to say: "I would like to have now a camera to take picture of you." He giggled. "Why would you like to picture me? Are you a pervert boy?" We grinned again and Frankie said: "You look so beautiful and especially, so happy..." Frankie kissed him on the lips. I traded position with Frankie, he continued caressing him, then he started licking and sucking his nipples; at the same time, I became doing what I most liked: to rub and lick his flawless thighs. They were so smooth that my cock was near to explode in another dry orgasm if I put it between them. Pedro was now gasping with little moans. Frankie ended sucking and licking his belly button hole, raised and went to his white face, and ruffling his silky blond hair, said: "Do you know little brother that we love you a lot?" He looked into Frankie's eyes, dragged his face and eagerly hugged him. He reached Frankie's cock and continued slowly jacking it off. Still, we had not touched his thick dick that was pouring precum, now spreading on his ball sack. Frankie and I reached at the same time to his most private parts. I raised his legs to his chest; probably he thought I was getting ready to fuck him, but he was wrong. Frankie took in his mouth his dick and I started licking the crevice between his anus and ball sack. We all three were gasping with little moans as we were reaching the point of no return. Frankie and Pedro were nearer because Pedro had continued jacking him and Frankie sucking his dick. I sucked his ball sack, then I placed my dick between his beautiful thighs and started fucking them; every time my dickhead touched his balls a spasm went thru my whole body. We could hear only gasps and moans. In seconds, our young bodies tensed. Pedro instinctively tried to stretch out his legs as a powerful orgasm started hitting him. He arched his hips and I increased my thrusts between his thighs at the same time he did the same to Frankie's dick. Loud muffled groans came from our throats as we reached the point of no return. I fell on top of his right thigh and Frankie on his belly, still with his thick cock into his mouth. When we recovered, we scooted up to his sides. Frankie on his left and me on his right. His arms open, forming a beautiful cross. "I love you, little blond brother," Frankie said: "I love you, too, my sweet brothers." I kissed him on the lips. He then alternatively looked into our eyes, grabbed our heads to his face trying we could not see his tears, but he could not stop them and started sobbing inconsolably with strong spasms. I knew those tears were not of sorrow, but for tremendous happiness that he had never experienced before. I knew he needed to be a boy as he was, and to cry, in order to expel grieves that he had accumulated during his young life. Tenderly, at the same time, we pecked his, for us, beautiful face; then I said: "Little brother, don't be ashamed of crying. Please cry as much as you want. You need it." These words produced a stream of tears that Frankie and I licked his face, not permitting them to drop on the pillow. Probably he remained more than fifteen minutes crying; we repeatedly said, "I love you, brother." He calmed down. He looked into my eyes, I smiled and he hugged me very tightly. "I adore you both a lot, brothers. I have never felt as good and happy as I feel now." He took our hands and kissed our palms, then took them to his face. We alternatively caressed him and he tucked us to his chest repeating: "I like you, and I'll never stop loving you. Never! Never! Do you understand, brothers? Never!" Then Frankie said: "Well, what do you think about our actions? He grinned and hugged us. "It has been the most beautiful thing in the world; however, I still missed something." We opened our eyes in disbelief as he grinned and continued: "I expected that one of you fucked me, and I still do." Frankie then said: "Pedro, you are our little brother, though your dick is thicker than ours." We laughed. "We don't much like to be fucked. We love fucking girls or boys; so what we don't want for us we don't want for you, either." He added: "Nevertheless, I'll feel more like your brother when coupled and be a sole body and soul with you both. Will you, please allow me that?" I pecked his eyes and his mouth and answered. "If you feel and think like that, we may do it sometime, but not today. We are running short of time and must return to the dorm." "Okay, I accept it, but you must promise it. By the way, we must hurry up if we want to shower." "I promise, but we will shower here." "But that little cubicle is only for one person!" "Never mind; we'll make an effort." He smiled and all three went inside the narrow space. Our bodies stick to each other so our dicks were all the time rubbing against each body. Amongst laughs and happiness, we soaped each other and started rubbing our bodies. Our dicks sometimes near our butts, sometimes on our bellies and sometimes rubbing against our crotches; until laughs became moans of pleasure as the third dry orgasm came to us. Like a pineapple, we remain quiet for a few minutes until we recovered our breaths; then rinsed and dried. We dressed and quickly slid to upstairs, taking care no one could see us. Chapter 35 --------------- In every building where a dorm existed, there were two large rooms for the boys to study and/or enjoyment. One with comfortable armchairs and couches; there you could play chess or similar silence plays; speaking aloud was strictly prohibited. There was another one, in the basement to play ping-pong, darts, etc. It was a very noisy place, but the majority of boys preferred it; however, we liked more open-air sports, as we used in the village. Next day, Sunday, after the obliged mass, Pedro and Willy went to the silent room, while Frankie and I went to the noisy one. "Have you noticed how Willy gazes Pedro, and vice versa?" "Yes, I have. I believe these two are like each other. They are in a difficult situation. Willy loves Pedro but he cannot forget his hate to paying-boys and to the aristocracy; especially if they are from the dictator's flock, besides, he is very proud of himself." "Yes; he has his own reasons to behave like that." Frankie paused while we took a box of darts and started playing in a corner. "But I suppose this will be until he realises he is wrong." "Yes. Then it might be too late. It would be a pity." Frankie approached his mouth to my ears: "What's that beautiful and clever head thinking about?" I smiled tenderly. "We should help them." "Are you mad? Pedro would reject any help. He is sick to death of someone who takes a decision on his behalf. Remember how he rejected his mom that wished him to play the piano, so she could brag before her friends. He argued she needed him only for that and not because she was proud of her son." "Yes. It must have been very hard when she slapped him on the face, making his nose bleeds." "He was ready to forgive her and play, but she never came to his room. I believe those parents don't deserve their son. I'll think of something." Changing the subject Frankie asked me: "Did you finish reading that book about Finance?" I thought he was making fun of me, but he was not. "Yes. I have picked up a new one; nevertheless, I would like to have access to a newspaper published in England, `The Financial Times' to see the Stock of Exchange results." "That sounds me strange; I never heard about it; however, I think I have seen that paper in father Angel's office. Is it near yellow colour?" "Yes, like yellow-cream. I will ask him about it." We continued playing until lunch. We joined Pedro and Willy, however, James did not show up; probably he was with his new "family". Many boys had visitors and were having lunch with their families, so the dining room was very quiet, and food, as every Sunday, excellent. We thought we had eaten too much and decided to miss the mid-afternoon milk and biscuits. We wore sportswear and went to play soccer, our favourite sport. Due to most of the boys were with their families, the sports field was empty. We gladly played until we were tired and decided to get a shower in the soccer's, similar to those of the pools, but smaller. It was a rather windy afternoon and we felt comfortable inside. The idea came to me. Bluntly, I said to Pedro and Willy: "Let's go to the last booth." We undressed and the view immediately excited us; Frankie and I started petting. Pedro then said: "John, someone could see us and..." I smiled; my idea had worked. "You are right. We will take care of the door. I'll leave the key outside, but I'll lock the door from inside with the latch; if someone asks, we will noisily tell him that there is draught because of the wind." We gave them no option. Naked we went to the first booth. As soon as we entered it, Frankie patted my butt. "I love you, fucking clever boy. Do you think they know our trick?" "Sure. They are too intelligent to ignore it, but they are our friends." And I was absolutely right, because as we left them alone and naked, they blushed to see each other's naked body; their blue eyes gazed each other, and as if anyone had pushed them, they rushed into their arms and hugged tightly; mutually caressing their necks and faces, finally their mouths glued in a long kiss. After a while, gently they separated and Willy, looking into his new lover's blue eyes, said: "I love you since the first moment I saw you, but my stupid pride didn't allow me to say how much I admire you. However, my dreams did not obey anybody. I saw you every night in my mind. In the morning, when the bell broke my dreams, I kept you all day in my heart when I watched your beautiful eyes peeking at me, my body trembled and I would have said you right there I love you, Pedro! But my pride didn't allow me to do so." Pedro caressed Willy gently. He separated from him, his hands gripping Willy's; Pedro looked into those blue pools of his eyes. Tenderly said: "Willy, Willy, I love you with all my heart; now I know you are my missing part. Where have you been during the past years that I have not met you? I have been so lonely, so desperate, so miserable... I thought that you would appear sometime; however, my brothers John and Frankie told me many times that eventually I would find my other half. They were right. You came that day and I have suffered because I wanted you; I wanted to be with you. I hated myself because I had been born within a rich and aristocratic family that banned me from hugging you as you deserve." As the magnet attracts iron, they launched into each other arms again and kissed passionately. After a long moment, Willy said: "You didn't choose your family and be rich. The most important for me is that a beautiful and intelligent boy, like you, chose a poor boy like me." "I didn't choose you; my heart did it for me." Instinctively Pedro took his lover's dick in his hand, squeezed it and started slowly jacking it off. Willy left-handed did the same to his lover, and only a few strokes were necessary to send them to the last heaven with a loud grunt. Frankie and I were petting and near our orgasms, we heard the moans and we too reached our sweet point of no return. "I think you got your goal, my imp boy." I smiled as he said that. "You forget you are also handling this." "I know and I want to handle your beautiful dick." Without any more foreplay, he kneeled and took my cock between his perfect lips. I squirmed and a spasm went thru all my body. I dragged him to the floor, and in a 69 position, I engulfed his cock. Willy and Pedro had had his first sexual experience together. Willy looked into his new lover's eyes: "I would like to tell everybody how much I adore you; I don't mind if they called me queer, fag or whatever they wanted, as far as you supported me." Pedro grinned. "I know you would, but I only want you to feel affection for me, and I, to respond in the same manner to you. We don't need anything else." Pedro dragged Willy to the floor; his cock was hard up against his tummy. Pedro grasped it with his fingers and with his other hand cupped his balls. He placed his arms on him, pulling Willy's closely against him. They fell on the warm floor. They did not need to exchange any word as they continued caressing and Pedro lay upon Willy's body. His hands were moving over his ears and through his hair. He had his arms now around Pedro's body and pulled his ass cheeks down forcing their grinding shafts against each other. They went into a 69 gradually increasing the suction but kept the pace nice and slow. Willy could feel himself slowly building to climax and Pedro was tensing slightly too, their balls and sacs were tight, and Willy knew neither of them would last much longer. Willy grunted as he felt the nice feeling of his dry orgasm rising from his balls; soon he could not resist anymore; his body tensed, held his breathing, arched his hips and exploded into his lover's mouth with loud moan thru his nose. That signalled to Pedro he was exploding, he went right down hard into Willy's mouth. Pedro literally screamed as he reached his climax. "Oh Willy, it was amazing, that was absolutely the best feeling I ever had." "Amazing; next time I won't give you the opportunity to breathe." Both laughed with a great sigh. We had finished our lovemaking during the shower and as we did not hear from the new lovers, we went to hurry them up. They still were on the floor caressing and petting each other. When they saw us standing near them, they jumped up; still their dick a little bit erected. Willy went to Frankie's arms and Pedro to mine. Willy hugged him and Frankie felt something humid on his neck as Willy said: "I'm sure Frankie that I was stupid. He liked me and I ignored it. They separated and Frankie tenderly rubbed his smooth face. "We like you both, Willy, and we are very happy that you have discovered your love in time. That's a precious treasure to enjoy both; you must take good care of it." He did not need to say anything else because both knew it. He answered: "How did you find out?" I grinned, caressed his nearly white hair and hugged him very tight to my chest. "You clever imp, forget that you discovered my love before I did yours. All four laughed. I then added. "I suppose you have not yet showered, am I right?" "You are absolutely right." He said smiling, and then Frankie said: "We'll run short of time if you are so lazy. Come on! Have a nice tight shower, as we did in the linen store, while we keep you safe and get dressed." The two lovers grinned, and hand in hand, entered the shower while we started getting dressed near the door. They soaped each other kissing at the same time. Pedro was now soaping Willy, and he was behind his lover, his hard dick touched Willy's crack; the blond boy felt that nice pressure on his ass pucker, moaned and pushed down trying to get his lover's cock into him. Pedro felt his intention and pushed up. "Please Pedro, fuck me." However, to open the tight young hole the soap foam was not enough. Pedro excited pushed hard, he opened a little bit the entry, however, that caused Willy a sharp pain and the same his dickhead pained. Gasping excited Pedro said: "I think we need more time and some experience." "Yes, you are right." They started to rinse with their mouths glued in a permanent kiss as they rubbed and ground their crotches. Soon a lovely feeling swept their young bodies, exploding in a common and great orgasm. They finished, and while drying, Willy said: "What about if we ask John and Frankie to open our holes before we do ourselves? That was an old Celtic custom used to open girl and boys, and that would save time." "It is not a bad idea. They have fucked other boys and girls. John fucked me once, but I'm tight again; I had made them promise to fuck me, they postponed it; probably knew we loved each other and thought it would be better we did ourselves." "Let's ask them." Naked they ran to where we were sat down, waiting for them. They explained to us. I gazed a little bit puzzled to Frankie and he nodded. "Okay, we'll find an opportunity," Frankie said. I added. "To do it properly, we need time and a quiet place, we want you to enjoy it and not to have a bad and painful experience." They got dressed and we left for the dorm. We found James there and we greeted him; he had rings on his eyes, apparently tired. Pedro then told him: "It looks you are tired." "Tired? I'm exhausted." Then slowing the voice he continued: "That fucking bishop is insatiable; even this morning before he went to the mass, he blew me and the twins again. We remained in bed until noon when he came back. Father Angel appeared, took us for lunch and we returned. I looked for you, but I could not find you. Where were you?" Willy approached at that moment and stared at his lover. James understood. "We have been playing soccer." James looked at them and grinned, he then said in his low voice: "Congratulation friends for your relationship; you deserve each other." "Thanks." They said in unison. The following Sunday was our birthday and our parents had told us they would come. However, on Monday, when we finished our homework, after dinner, James and Pedro excused themselves. James said: "We'll be back in one minute; we need to see someone." We understood, they probably knew somebody else and wanted not to involve us. In such a way, our suppositions were right. They went to the chapel and kneeled on each side of the confessional box. They knew very well father Angel. This instead of the normal salute asked: "Do you want to confess?" "No. You well know we have no sins." James said. "We want to ask you for a favour." "Go ahead; I'm in debt with you." Pedro then said: "Angel, next Sunday is John, Frankie and Willy's birthdays. Well, Willy's was two weeks ago; but we want to celebrate it together; however, it must appear we have done nothing. We have thought to buy then a wristwatch each for John and Frankie, and a pocket one for Willy. They must not be expensive; otherwise, nobody would believe it is a present from their parents." The priest thought how clever these boys were, so he had to care about them; on the other hand, they had been very cooperative, he had enjoyed a lot and the bishop had congratulated him for his task, so it was time for the high priest to pay. He then said: "Leave it in my hands. Since you have come to confess, obviously you must come to mass tomorrow evening. I'll wait for you both at the same time and I'll let you know how I have arranged it." "What are you thinking about?" James asked. "Let's me think on possible alternatives." The following evening they again excused themselves, however, this time we wanted to know what was going on. Carefully we followed them up until they entered the chapel. That even puzzled us more. We thought they were dealing with something with the priest; and as we knew later, we were not very far away. They kneeled on the confessional box and father Angel explained: "My plan is as it follows: I have bought the presents. We'll have a little early dinner and a birthday tart with twelve candles. We will do it at the Royal Cock Restaurant. You know where it is, James; near the movies. I'll give the presents to their parents. Apparently, Willy will receive his present by mail, as if his mom has sent it. By the way, Pedro, do you want any inscription inside the watches?" "Yes, in Greek, it should read: "I love you + than yesterday and – than tomorrow, and the date". The priest grinned and made no comment. "Still there is a problem." "What is it, the money?" "No. I'll pay for everything; or better, the bishop is glad congratulating your friends and he will pay for it. Of course, you cannot say that. However, your parents have informed me they will come to see you. I have bought tickets for the movies, near the restaurant. I wait for you there at 7:00 pm. That's the time when the film will end and dinner starts. I'll find an explanation for their parents." Then Pedro said: "It will look unfair if we don't make any present to our friends." "What are you thinking about?" "We believe a normal fountain-pen; let's say a Parker-21 would do." "Excellent, I'll buy five, one each. I'll give them to you before we leave school." "Thanks, Angel, for your help." "Don't mention it, Peter Anthony." The priest grinned because he knew how much that boy hated those names in English as his English grandpa called him. When they were out of the chapel, Pedro said: * "This is a fucking bastard priest. He knows how to get me pissed." James laughed. "Don't worry, we'll get our goal." He paused, and then said, "And what about my fucking parents? They never come to see me, and just they choose the day I want to be with my friends." This time was Pedro's turn to laugh. To close the "James business", Pedro and Willy asked us they wanted to know our families; we were glad of it because once more, they demonstrated were our friends. Sunday arrived and after lunch, we all were dressed in the school's uniform waiting the loudspeakers called us as they did 4:00 pm. We rushed to the visitor's large room. It was two months without seeing our families. When I saw my parents I thought to jump into my dad's arms, however, I was not a 10 y/o boy anymore. We hugged and kissed them with some tears. My dad looked at me and said: "John, Frankie, you are so tall... I can't believe that in two months!" I hugged again my dad, his mouth was near my ear, he then added, "Has everything grown in parallel?" I blushed because I knew what he meant; I recognized that I had the most wonderful father in the world. For an answer, I pressed his hand and then I hugged my mom. I felt that wonderful warmth of her chest; I remained for some time enjoying his lovely smell. I could not help a few tears ran down my cheeks. When I was sure no one could see me, I separated from her and kissed his old face. "My little man! You look so handsome!" Something reminded her as she told me. "John, do you remember that girl that you dated before you came into this school?" Every moment spent in the streets, in the "Muslim Chair", our kisses and especially in the cave, came into my mind. I blushed. How could I forget those great moments? She had been many times in my dreams, though I did not tell anybody, even to Frankie. "Yes, I remember her. She is a very pretty girl." Mom grinned. "The poor girl had bad luck." As I looked into my father eyes, he said: "A few days after your departure, her uncles died in a road crash. She had not any other parents, so the authorities sent her to an orphanage. "I sighed and kept silence for a moment, and remembering our friends were waiting for us, I said. "Dad, we are going to introduce you to our best friends, later you will know the third of our group." Looking at Frankie I said: "Frankie, let's go to fetch Willy and Pedro!" He nodded and quickly we rushed to the school, and hand in hand, we dragged them. I introduced them, however, as highly educated boys, they offered their hands, but our parents, instead, hugged them warmly, as if they knew them for many years. They felt comfortable speaking with them. Then I said, "Dad, Pedro besides being a clever boy, he can play the piano near as a professional. Pedro, my dad is very keen on music, especially about Spanish zarzuela." That was enough for them to start talking about the matter. Frank then intervened: "By the way, Michael, do you remember the old house that the Town Hall is going demolish?" "Yes. Why? "The Mayor has found an old piano within the old furniture; no one wanted it and he offered it to me. I had a look, and it seems in good conditions. Do you want to buy it? Perhaps any of the girls would like to learn how to play it." I could see how Pedro's eyes sparkled; however, he would not intervene in the conversation unless someone asked him. My dad then said: "John, would you like a piano? I looked into my friend's eyes. "Pedro, what's your opinion?" The boy immediately asked: "Frank, do you remember the make? And what type is it?" "Well, it is vertical and the make sounds something like Schweitzer..." Pedro then said: "To be honest, I must advise you it is one of the best old makes, sometimes difficult to obtain, especially a good one; and once it is restored you can get three times its present value." As they still doubted he added, "Can you buy it for me? I don't want it to make business, but to play it." I have some money upstairs from my assignation; you would receive the rest before the end of the next week. I don't want my family to interfere." Frank looked into my dad's eyes, and then he said: "I'll buy it for you. I'll let father Angel know the transaction and the cost; then you can arrange the payment to the Town Hall; we'll keep it at home until you decide what to do with it. "Thank you, Frank. It will only be mine, nothing to do with my family." At that moment, father Angel came to greet our parents; he invited them to his office where he explained to them his plan organized by the boys. "I want to tell you something about this group. We have recognized that since a long time we had not a bunch of boys as bright as they are; I would dare to say they will find out our trick, but then it will be too late." Our parents smiled satisfied, Frank then added: "Father Angel, I have been a professional in school and I find strange the qualifications we receive from our children." The priest grinned: "I know that. Those numbers are fictions. We cannot put their real ones until the end of the year; otherwise, they will relax and not work as they are doing now. Believe me; they are the best students of this school; at least within their grade. We have no time today to talk about that, however, if you want, I am ready to chat with you about it, any day at any time. I think we must join them." Everything arranged, Pedro told father Angel regarding the piano, he would give him some money from his savings, as he did. Altogether, we went to the movies, except father Angel that had promised to be there when the film was over. We entered and sat in the same row, the boys in the middle and our parents on each side; Frankie was near his mom, and I was near mine. Pedro and Willy were in the middle. The film was very interesting. I could see how Willy and Pedro slid their hands and were together, kissing lightly as if they were talking on the ears. It finished and we went out excited about the movie. We met father Angel and James in the main hall; introduced him and immediately he felt as at home with our families. We entered a private room in the restaurant. It was a large table, so we sat around it. In a corner, there was a vertical piano that immediately called Pedro's attention. The waiter served dinner while father Angel was informing our parents about the school and particularly about our qualifications and performance. We ate as young and healthy boys could do; everything was so good and we were so happy... We never had a celebration like this. When dinner was over, the waiter came with a large tart with twelve candles on it, with the three names written with caramel. Willy's eyes blurred when he watched his name was there. "But, but, but... my birthday took place two weeks ago!" He said stammering. I could observe how Pedro grinned as he took his friend's hand and pressed it. Pedro then went to the piano opened it and asked father Angel permission with a sight; he nodded. While father Angel lighted the candles, he sat down on the stool as a professional and started playing ""HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU..."" All sang and the three together blew the candles. None of the three had had a birthday celebration like this. We hugged happily not waiting for anything else. However, when Pedro finished, James extracted three little parcels and gave us one each. We eagerly opened them finding the fountain pens. "Congratulations! We hugged them very tight and especially Willy; he then hugged and kissed Pedro on the cheeks with tears as he was telling him in a very low voice. "I love you." Nevertheless, that was not all. Frank made a fake cough and called our attention, he then said: "Frankie, you have worked hard and you deserve something that you eagerly wanted." Frankie looked at me in surprise. I could not help because I knew anything. He extracted a little box and gave it to him. At the same time my dad came to me, he kissed me and said: "You are equal and deserve the same." He extracted from his pocket the little parcel. I could not believe it when my hands trembling, I opened it and we saw the watch. I cried excited, kissing my mom and dad. However, I looked to one side and I watched Willy's sad face. I could not accept it; we were the same, we had worked altogether; "why has he nothing?" I asked myself. I stared at Frankie's eyes for a few seconds and I found his concern, however, Pedro and James were terribly happy watching us. Then Frankie joined me and said: "Dad, mom, thanks for your present, nothing would have pleased me more than this, but I can't accept it." He then placed the watch on the table as I did the same. My dad was so confused; he then said: "Why son? You know how much we adore you." "Yes, dad," I answered. "I regret it a lot, but we are three friends in this celebration." Frankie and I went to Willy that could not believe what he was watching. We hugged him. Frankie then said: "Please dad, return them to the shop and exchange by three cheaper ones." Willy hugged us as his eyes blurred; then father Angel said: "I appreciate your solidarity, but we had not still finished." We looked at him that ignored us as he continued speaking and extracted a squared little parcel from his pocket. "I have received this parcel in today's mail; it was addressed to me, but with the order to deliver to Guillermo Rice, so here you are Willy. I wonder who is the sender because there is nothing written on it and was picked up by our mailman." Willy stared at us not knowing what to do. "Come on, Willy, open it!" Father Angel encouraged him. He tore the paper, then the hard carton; inside there was a little brown box. He opened it; he widely opened his beautiful blue eyes and mouth widely, then he said: "Oh God, God! It is a pocket watch!" There was a typed note inside with two single words: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY". He opened it to see the time and a piece of lovely music started playing. Under the cover were some Greeks words that he read carefully. Then Pedro sat on the piano and started playing the complete music of the clock. With a lovely smile on his face, he said: "It is "Für Elise", from Beethoven." Willy could not resist the temptation and hugged his friend from behind, kissing his cheek without the rest noticing it. Pedro turned and asked, "Do you like the music?" Their eyes met telling him how much he loved him. Everybody now was happy, we wore our watches and Willy proudly opened his. "Thank you very much indeed for this present; you will never know how much it represents for me." He then hugged our parents and the priest. Then this said: "Well I'm afraid, but the school has its own rules; we must return." Our parents came with us; at the entrance, we kissed them, advising to give our best regards to all the family. We said goodbyes until next Christmas; and with blurred eyes, they left us. Chapter 36 --------------- The following Sunday, after the mass, all the gang, except James, were sat under the big pine tree. Willy explained why that type of pocket-watch was so important to him. He explained they kept at home a similar one, but nearly destroyed by the first bullet that his dad received from the police in his chest three years ago; the second bullet killed him. That was during unauthorised strike riots; the police shot the worker's crowd; then an official explanation: "He had died from a heart attack." His uncle Leopold looked after him and his mother. In fact, he was not his uncle, but his dad's best friend. He helped his mom looking after the cows and doing all the hard chores on the farm until she recovered from her husband's death. "Apparently, Leopold is a good man," Pedro said. Willy looked at his new friend tenderly and grinned. "Yes he is a good man and I like him a lot. Sometimes I feel ashamed because when I try to think of my dad, the face what I see is Leopold's. He has a fine name, curly hair, and light brown skin. I call him "Gipsy" and he calls me "Viking". My mom likes him and they fuck each other." "Well if they do, why don't get married?" Frankie asked. "I know he has asked it to my mother many times, but in my village, widows must keep mourning for three years. They are not dressed in black, but should not get married before that time; my mom wants to observe with the custom; probably they are waiting for my return because that time has already elapsed." "Willy, how do you know they fuck?" Pedro asked. He grinned wickedly. "I'm not silly, you know? Sometimes they believe I am sleeping and start their lovemaking. My little room is near hers and clearly can hear moans and something else. From now on, it will be more difficult, because mom has spent all her savings and is adding up a new room for me and a bathroom downstairs; the old room will be used as a large wardrobe." Pedro was the most interested since he had never been to a farm. "Willy, if you didn't have a bathroom; how did you shower?" "Well, it depends on the weather. Normally with warm weather, we had a provisional shower installed in a shack in the backyard. In winter, we bathed in the kitchen; mom heated water in an especial bucket and dropped me in a washtub in front of the fireplace; it was great moments. I liked them. "Well, that's what my dad did with us." Frankie pointed out. Willy then smiled. "You don't know the fine thing. When I was ten, my dick started to grow during the washing sessions. My mom then told me that I must bathe myself. One day Leopold came and found me touching my cock. He asked me if I enjoyed it, as I said yes, he said, "I'll teach you to do it properly." He taught me how to jerk off. From that day, I did every time I bathed. I only allowed him when I was bathing; so another day he referred me to suck. I asked him to show me, he refused but as I insisted, he blew me for the first time. It was so good that my knees buckled and I fell into the washtub. From that day, our friendship increased but he never repeated the favour; he said, "I have taught you, therefore you must find a boy of your age to do it to you. I like to do it to women, but not to boys or men." Then the question came to me and asked him if he did that to my mom. He got red, I thought he would spank me, but he didn't; he smiled and answered, "You are a very naughty boy." He hugged and kissed me and then added. "Next time I'll assure myself that you are asleep." We all laughed Willy's story, he really was an amused boy. He then asked me, "John have you ever milked a cow?" "I must confess that I have tried several times, and never got it properly. Why?" He smiled. Pedro seemed he was on another planet as we talked about farm things. Willy continued: "Mom taught me how to do it. We have a few and she sells the milk. One of them is nearly white and its teats are pink, they look like Pedro's dick when it is erected; they are warm and hard before starting to milk the cow. When I massaged the teats, always my dick got stiff. Since last year, in the evening, before we milked cows, I sucked one of the teats while I jacked off. It was fantastic." We again smiled, but Pedro then said: "John, with Willy story I'm very hard, and I believe you are too. Can we go to the linen room? I must show Willy the difference between my cock and a cow's teat." I thought for a moment because he was right. "Well it is a risk; however, if we do it in fifteen minutes I think there won't be any problem. What do you think Frankie?" "I'm hard, too. Let us go, however, we must realise we have not much time left. We had better go to the dorm first, change into casual clothes and then to the linen. Let's go!" We all jumped and ran to the dorm, we wore a tracksuit and a few minutes later, we took off our trouser and paired in 69s sucking each other. The first feeling came so quick that our dicks were harder than before, so we continued until moans indicated they were all reaching a lovely climax. We remained quiet for another five minutes; then dressed, and carefully we went out to the dining room for lunch. Willy then said: "It has been lovely; however, we have spent 25 minutes. We must adjust our cocks to the real time." Again all laughed. Then Pedro said: "John, when you and Frankie will do it to us..." "We must ask James about it. We must be sure that father Angel is not in school. Next Saturday could be a good day for it. What do you think, Frankie?" "Yes, it'll do. I will ask James. In the middle of the following week, father Angel called Pedro to his office: "Pedro, I have settled the problem with the piano; your mom has paid it, however, she doesn't know the money is for that purpose, only for miscellaneous school expenses. I have sent it to a specialist to restore it. According to what the man has said, the instrument is in excellent conditions and that really it is a jewel; this specialist has told me that the restoration will take a month, as the minimum. He'll phone me when it is ready, so you can decide about it." "Thanks, sir. If the school doesn't mind, I would like to keep it here and being used while I'm in this school; however, not for teaching, except that the student is duly qualified to play it." I would much appreciate that father Kenneth plays it; I know how good he is playing the organ in the chapel." "I'm sure the school will accept your offer and father Kenneth more than anybody else." "Father Angel, can I ask you a favour?" "Of course, you can. What is it?" "When we receive the piano, I would like to give a little concert for all boys and adults that want to hear me." "It is an excellent idea. I'll tell that to the director and come back to you." "Thanks again, sir." Before he left, father Angel said: "By the way, Pedro; please, tell James to come and see me after dinner. Now you can go and continue your chores." He left the office and joined us at the table at lunch. He was very happy for two reasons: father Angel would be absent during the weekend, and the piano, his piano, would soon be in the school. For the first time, he felt something special; he was happy that his dad committed the mistake sending him to this institution; he had wonderful friends, a boy to whom he worshipped and he loved him, and a piano, his piano! He had wanted this for a very long time; however, his stupid father rejected to buy one, telling that should use his intelligence to earn money and not to be a stupid musician. Now he had obtained a jewel by his own without anyone telling him what he had to do. Yes, he felt good and happy! Saturday arrived and after dinner, one by one, we slid into the linen store without anyone noticing the absence. I was the first, so as soon as I went in I started to spread the blankets on the floor; the second on arriving was Frankie, as soon as he entered, he took me between his arms and we embraced passionately. "Why do I love you so much, John? I wouldn't live without watching you." I hugged him rubbing his back. "I love you, too, Frankie. I like every centimetre of you." At that moment, Pedro and Willy entered locking the door. In the dim light of the little lamp, the two new lovers kissed with a passion not wanting to lose a single minute. Willy then said: "Why I had not found you before? I feel we have lost a lot of time." Willy dragged him to the blanket, rolling Pedro on top of him; he watched the beautiful blond boy; he caressed his silky hair. "Yes, we have lost some time, but we have the whole life to live together with my beautiful Viking." I started stripping Frankie and he did the same to me. Willy and Pedro followed us and I could see how their passion increased, because before Willy tossed his trouser on the large couch, Pedro took his erected dick into his mouth, licking and sucking desperately. Soon they and we were in a 69 sucking each other. That lasted about half an hour; we enjoyed a couple of dry orgasms before we stopped caressing each other quietly. Pedro then said: "John, I think we should start with what you promised." I looked into my lover's eyes. I said: "Yes, you are right. I enjoy a lot being with Frankie, but a promise is a promise." Willy then said: "How we'll do it?" "It is up to you to decide," Frankie said. "Okay. I will be with John and Willy with you. Please take care of him, I like him too much." Willy could not resist the temptation and hugged Pedro tenderly. I lay near Pedro and started kissing him on the lips; our tongues mixed in with a delightful sensation until the saliva leaked to his chin. Gently I separated from him; I licked and sucked his earlobes, his neck, and then his nipples. He moaned in pleasure. I scooted down to his crotch and I tried to put into my mouth his ball sack, but it was too big; so I sucked one by one. I could observe how Frankie was following my steps with Willy; both boys were gasping; then I took the jug of oil, raised his legs to his chest and poured some of the yellow clear cream on his pink pucker. With my forefinger, I circled his asshole and he moaned in pleasure. "John, that feels fantastic." I heard how Willy confirmed it. "Yes, it does." I wanted to get him hot before I entered him, so I started sucking his beautiful and thick cock while I pushed my finger into his anus. It went easily inside him and I noticed the pressure of his sphincter's muscles around it. I found his prostate and gently rubbed it lightly; he nearly screamed. "Oh John, that... that feels great!" I think I'll come if you touch that spot again." I could observe how his dick was jerking with every heartbeat. I extracted my finger, I smeared some more oil on my middle and forefinger and I pushed both into his ass while I sucked his dick. We finger fucked them; they tensed their bodies and moaned loudly as both reached their new orgasms. I remained with my fingers inside his ass fucking him until he recovered his breath. "Oh god! That was awesome...!" "Did it hurt, Pedro? You are tight." "Oh no, it has been all pleasure." "I have been in a cloud," Willy said. I remained for five more minutes with my fingers inside his ass. I was very hot and almost ready to cum. Then I said: "Well boys, we think you are ready and now it is the time. Please, Pedro, turn over; place your head on the pillow while your body is on your open knees, so your ass is up to the ceiling." Both did in unison as Frankie grinned; he knew I had chosen in this way because he loved fucking in doggy. We smeared a fair amount of olive oil on our dicks; I had to rub it to prevent some drops could fall on the blankets. With this, my cock was excited and as hard as a rock. With my right hand guided the head to that near virgin hole while my left was caressing his thick cock. "Pedro, when you feel my dick, please, do as when you are going to crap. Should experiment a strong pain you must tell me. I want you to enjoy not hurting you; we have time. Is it okay?" "Yes, understand," he said. I placed my left arm on his hips and I pushed hard; then my dripping cock head went easily inside him; with the nice feeling as his sphincter dragged back my cock's foreskin. I heard a little moan from Pedro. "Did I hurt you, Pedro?" "No. I felt a little sharp pain, but it has gone immediately. It feels good now." I remained in there for a couple of minutes while I caressed his dick; I noticed his breath was increasing. I retrieved a little bit and I pushed again. This time he did not moan, I thought he was accepting my cock into his bowels. A couple of minutes to adjust himself to the new situation and then I retrieved a little more and pushed hard again. I went entirely inside him, my crotch now rubbing his lovely white butt cheeks. He moaned again and I asked, "Any pain, Pedro?" "No, it just that you touched that spot and if you do it again I'll come. It feels lovely John. Please push hard into me to the hilt." I smiled. "I'm entirely in you, dear Pedro." "I feel full and good," Willy said. "The worst is over, boys; now you will start really enjoying our fucking," Frankie said. I retrieved slowly and then pushed back again into my friend. Pedro moaned with pleasure as I rubbed his sweet spot. We were very close to orgasm. I increased the pace and soon we were fucking as mad animals, at the same time I jerked his dick off. Being stimulated on both sides, soon he groaned and went flat on his belly breathing heavily as he reached his climax; he could not resist the pleasure he felt. I gave him a final thrust when I received that wonderful orgasm and I went on top of him, gasping for air as I released my tension. We remained quiet for some minutes mutually enjoying the sweet sensation. Then I rolled onto my back dragging Pedro with me, so he was now on top of me, impaled with my dick. I kissed his neck and ears and instructed him: "Pedro, get upright and turn around so I can see you." He did as I ordered; I stared at that pretty boy. His cheeks were pink with excitement and pleasure and his sparkling blue eyes hit mine. I did not do anything; he bent on me, our mouths met gently and slowly. I rubbed his hair and he rubbed my tuft. He then said. "I worship you, brother. It is wonderful and as you promised, I have felt only pleasure." "Still you will feel much better within a few minutes; especially when you and Willy do it together." He turned his head; extended his hand and joined his lover's that was in the same position as he was. "Now I'll help you, but you will do the hard work." "With pleasure." He said as he started moving himself up down, his dick rubbing against my belly. A few minutes later, he raised his body straddling my hips; he placed his hand on my thighs and started moving up/down. I took his dick on my hand and jacked him off again. Some minutes later, he tilted his head back breathing heavily and moaning; drops of sweat dribbling from his forehead. Our young bodies tensed, held our breathing, I arched my hips and my cock exploded inside him trying to spurt what it could not. He fell on top of me exhausted; his head on my left shoulder, I could smell his boy sweat and feel his breath as his nose was near my ear. We remained quiet for a long time; I feared that perhaps we could get asleep; so I tried not to close my eyes, however, my eyelashes weighted a ton, and what I thought has been one second it converted in an hour. I looked at my watch and I almost jumped, however, Pedro was pleasantly asleep on top of me. I shook him to wake him up. Frankie and Willy were equally asleep. "Hey boys, it is 9:30!" I almost shouted. They quickly moved but it seemed not to worry. Pedro joined Willy and started kissing him. Frankie came to me and he started massaging my dick. He said: "Still I have thirty minutes to love you, my precious John." Soon we were in a mutual 69 suck. As I turned my head, I watched Pedro already fucking hard his lover. Some minutes later, Willy was on his back and Pedro had impaled himself on his thick cock. 25 minutes later, after enjoying and exhausted, we dressed, went to the dorm and slid into the showers, after a quick one we went under the covers of our respective beds. That night we slept like angels, probably with lovely dreams that I cannot remember. On Sunday, after the mass, we joined under the pine tree. "How do you feel, boys?" I asked Willy and Pedro. "Fantastic, however, I think I'll not be able to sit correctly in one month," Pedro said. We laughed and joked. Frankie then added. "Don't worry, that will heal in a couple of days." Pedro then took Willy's hand so that no one could see and said: "In spite of my ass soreness, I would like to start now with this beautiful Viking." We laughed and happily joked. We spent the evening reading and playing soccer. It was mid-November, and father Angel called all five to a meeting in his office. We were puzzled wondering why he had called us. When we sat down, he said: "I have some news for you all. First Pedro, the piano has been finally restored and fined; it will be here next Friday." "That's wonderful news!" Pedro said, he then added, "Where will you place it?" "Unless you suggest a different place, I think the sitting room will be ideal." "That's fantastic." "Are you still ready for a concert?" "Yes, I am. I'll rehearsal during Friday evening and Saturday morning, so it can take place on Saturday evening or Sunday morning." "I think Sunday morning, after the mass, will be a good moment. We'll place a paper on the board announcing it, besides, I'll ask father Director to tell during the sermon, so you will have more time to prepare it. Will you need scores?" "I know some classic by heart; however, with scores will be much better. "Okay, just tell me which and I'll try to find them for you." End of part IV