Date: Wed, 6 Mar 2019 10:14:57 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: BEST FRIENDS CHAPTER 5 BEST FRIENDS - Part V -------------------------------- Chapter 37 -------------- The priest paused for a moment, and as Pedro did not add anything, he continued: "However, I have also news that affects all of you." We looked surprised each other wondering what could it be. One item linked all of us: "sex" as we called it; nevertheless, I was wrong. He continued: "Spanish TV has organized a school contest; they call it "School for intelligence". They have invited this school to participate in it. It must be a team of minimum 5 and maximum of 6 students between 11 and 14 y/o, the added one is considered as in reserve in case of sickness, accident, etc.; but he will be a member who will participate right from the beginning. All will have the same prerogatives. The TV's sponsors will reward the winners with a 15-days trip to Europe, Egypt and Canary Islands. The team in the second place will have a 7-days trip thru Spain. Quarter-final, Semi-final and Final will be directly TV broadcasted to the whole country in time of maximum audience." He paused for any comment since nobody asked he continued: "The Company has prestigious schools around the country, and probably we might fight against them; however, TV team will try that this does not happen, except in the final." He paused again and as we did not say anything, he went on. "After many discussions in the Principal's office, we believe you five form an excellent team, able to beat even boys over your ages. I know you well and I have bet for you." I think, we all thought the same at that moment; however, Frankie was the one who spoke. "Sir, do you think we are the best to carry out with this task?" "Definitely, in your grade, yes; and as a team, I'm sure you can beat any formed in this school. You are not only good but also you are close friends and that is the most important in a fight of this type; it is unlikely we could find a better and homogeneous one; only we need to find the sixth member. I have some on my mind, but most of them are 13 y/o or over; only two are of your grade; I would prefer all 12 y/o. What do you think? Of course, it is a volunteer's task." I thought for a moment that this was a point to discuss seriously under the pine tree, so I said: "Father Angel; can we have a couple of days to sort it out?" "It's an urgent matter, but we can wait for a week, no longer; so Saturday next week I need your answer. The Principal has entrusted me to carry out this project. Ah!" he added, "The scholars forming part of this team will be relieved from any task they might have; since have to devote all possible time to learn and prepare the contest." We gazed each other and then Pedro said: "You will have our answer before that time, sir." "Thank you boys; I have the hope to count on you. Until you decide, please keep this as confidential; we don't want to jeopardize someone wishing to participate, in case you don't want it." "We'll do, Sir," Willy said. I saw a `Financial Times' paper on his desk, and as I was peeking on it, father Angel grinned: "John, would you like to have it? It's from last week." "Yes please; I'll return it to you tomorrow." I took the paper as a treasure under the inquisitive eyes of my friends. We left the office with our head down and our mind thinking at maximum speed. Then I said: "What about if we discuss this in the sitting-room tonight after we have done our homework?" "Good idea, the soonest we start the most chances we'll have." We returned to our classes, and after dinner and having finished our chores, we met in a corner of the large sitting room. No one wanted to start; Willy did: "Well, I think we must decide what to do; we must take into consideration all the pros and cons, nevertheless, I think father Angel is right. We form a good and diverse team, only needed of someone that pleases us. We cannot accept anybody that is not our friend since it would discover our special relationships." Then I said: "Let's consider the cons: harder work; compromise and responsibility; loss of our intimacy; difficulties for expressing our..." I paused and Frankie said: "What John says is right. However, some of those cons can be overruled by other pros. Yes, harder work would increase our qualifications; loss of intimacy: we may lose the linen store, but can demand a new place to study where no one could disturb us, especially during some hours and on weekends." "That place could be the library." Pedro pointed out. "Excellent!" Willy agreed. "There are some comfortable couches in the library." We all laughed quietly in order not to disturb other persons reading or playing chess. "There we can adjust our time to make... private things." "That's fantastic for you four, but what's about me?" James argued. "We'll try to help you," Pedro said. Another con is the popularity that we could have thru all the country, we would be like stars." Willy then said. "That's if we make a good job. Think otherwise; the whole school will laugh at us and make fun and jokes about it." I was getting pissed with so many arguments. "As far as I know, nothing good has been written about cowards. I would propose we accept whenever they grant us the use of the library for a minimum of an hour daily, and the weekends from dinner to 11:00 pm. Furthermore, we would have the right to choose the sixth member of the team." All kept silence, then Frankie said: "John is right. However, we can tell father Angel we will start right from the next week. We'll continue doing our job in the linen store until the end of the year." He grinned wickedly. "We have planned to spend a whole night together in there when we do the inventory." All agreed. We put our hands together and I said: "We need one to speak to the priest; we don't need the whole team going to see him. I propose to James. "Me? Why?" "You know him and all the priests better than we do." He proudly said: "That's correct. Okay, I accept it. I overheard something that now matches with this matter. The contest will start early June, before the examinations, that means that we'll work hard so they don't need us to examine." Pedro spoke as to himself, said: "If we reach a good outcome, it will be marvellous to see the bastard of my dad's face when he sees me on TV." "Let's come down to the Earth. We have a lot to do before that." Willy said. That night I took the key and the lamp and I went into the linen room to read the newspaper; it surprised me all news about shareholders, bonus, companies, etc. I underlined those shares I liked and took good note of them to check the following week. Notwithstanding, as I read the paper something about a promise came to my mind: "When I grow I'll have a lot of money to buy you the best dresses that you like." My eyes blurred thinking about Helen. I moved my head trying to forget about her. I returned the paper thru James. He went the following day and talked about the contest with father Angel. We continued our routine; on Friday afternoon, they installed the piano in the place suggested by Pedro and Father Angel. Pedro petted the instrument as if it was Willy's ass. "It is marvellous. I never thought I would have such a beautiful instrument!" He then looked at father Angel and said, "Thanks father Angel, you are a real father." The priest that knew the meaning hugged the boy. "That's alright. You still owe me some money." Pedro smiled. "I'll get it to you as soon as I come back from the Christmas holidays." We left him alone and immediately he started playing something, for us, strange music. He was testing it. He spent Saturday evening playing; we could hear the music from outside, but he continued tirelessly until the time of lights went off. When he appeared, we were sliding under our covers; he looked as hypnotized, he hugged us. "It is a marvellous piano; I wonder how it has been so long hidden." "It has been waiting for you," Frankie said. He made as he was joking and kissed us lightly on the lips. "I love you both, brothers. I'll never forget how happy you have made me. Tomorrow I'll show you how it really sounds." "Pedro, will you teach me to play it?" He looked into my eyes as if he could go into my soul." "I made the promise that no one uses it for teaching, however, there is an exception: that does not include you or me. I'll be very pleased; however, I understand it will be in September. Brother, I promise to teach you as much as I know, if I can." "Yes, it will be in September; be aware that I'll try to be a good pupil." He went to have a shower and in a few minutes, we were talking. The lights went off and we drifted to sleep. Next day would be a great day for all of us. During the mass, the director announced the concert. When we arrived at the large lounge room, it was almost full of boys of all ages. It was a warm and sunny day outside, so the windows were open. We assured to give him support. He stood and when all boys kept silence, he said: "Friends: This is my piano and I'll try to play for you some of the well-known music, I don't want to bore you. I will mix foreign authors and Spanish ones, such as Albeniz, Granados and Falla; I'm sure you will enjoy them. He adjusted the stool and sat down. He started with "Minuets" and "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven. Hard applauses started, and the other boys of outside ran into the room, so it was crowded. One of the best moments was when he played Granada and Cadiz from Albeniz. Many bravos came from boys from Andalusia and Catalonia. People that were enjoying the sunny morning walking near the school, stopped their walks, some other added and a little crowd was in silence listening to Pedro. When new applauses started in and out of the room, he politely stood and thanked all, and then he said: "Now I'll play a well known little piece from Beethoven; it has a special meaning for me and probably for some of you, it is "Für Elise." He started playing and the sweet music came from the piano as live birds flying over the Ocean. When he finished, hard applauses came from everywhere. Pedro was radiant of happiness. Much more when Willy hugged him and told on the ear "I adore you". At that moment father Angel approached and talked to Pedro; he had come with a boy near him: "Pedro, Martin has a beautiful voice and wants to contribute to this fantastic morning." "What do you want to sing, Martin? He asked. "Ave Maria, from Schubert." The boy added. "That's a difficult piece for a singer." "Never mind; I sang it in Mexico's cathedral." Pedro looked at him with admiration and respect. He then said: "It will be an honour for me." The boy smiled and Pedro could watch the whitish and perfect teeth he had ever seen. He had smooth brown skin, as our tan, abundant very black lank silky hair that hanged freely to half of his forehead, ears and his back neck. Like his hair, he had large deep black eyes and eyes-lashes. James had his eyes nailed on him. The boy exchanged some professional words with Pedro. Then Father Angel asked for silence; Pedro started with his piano and the boy's voice came from his throat as from heaven. No doubt, it was an educated voice: "AVE MARIA GRATIAS PLENA..." The people in the street kept silence; inside the room breathes were held in order not to interrupt the beautiful moment. Father Kenneth whispered to the director, "God, I didn't know we had such a nightingale in our school." The director brought his finger to his lips advising him to keep silence. When the brown boy ended and the last notes finished, shouts of "Bravo!" came from everywhere, inside, and mostly from the street. James could not resist the temptation; he hugged to his chest that unknown boy and kissed his hair without anyone noticing it. Martin felt this action and he trembled. It was one second; he moved his black eyes and for a fraction of second met James'. James blushed and left him because I was ready to hug our new friend. He kindly took Pedro's hand and both bowed thanking the applause. When the applause died down, about twenty boys of all ages surrounded the piano. Father Angel put a score on the piano music stand, and then he said: "Now, to end this little concert and as a tip, the school choir, conducted by Pedro, our pianist, will sing a famous and well-known piece from the Opera Nabucco, from Verdi, the "Va Pensiero" Choir of the Jews slaves. Pedro as a professional conductor started playing. He motioned the boys and they commenced singing it slowly, increasing their volume as the song progressed. The well-arranged group ended and that was the apotheosis. The older boys took Pedro on their shoulders as a toreador walked with him up to where the director and the other priests were. The director said: "Pedro, you and the rest of the boys, have given us a great and beautiful morning. I hope this won't be the last one. God bless you." "Thank you, Sir. I'll be at the school's disposal." With that, the meeting ended and everybody who has heard the concert congratulated them. Pedro introduced Martin to us, except to James that was not there. "Where's James?" Willy asked. Martin blushed, remembering James hug. He then said: "I think he's talking to father Angel." Frankie looked at him and asked. "Martin, it will be a high honour for us if you could join us at our table, unless you have better friends, of course. The brown boy opened his mouth in disbelief because he did not expect them to receive him as a friend. "Can, can, can I be your friend?" He asked stammering. We looked at him and Pedro said: "Frankie told you it is an honour for us." He, with a blur in his deep black eyes, hugged us. "The honour is mine, Pedro. In fact, I have not any friend at this school. It is my first year in it and I'm very shy; to make friends is rather difficult for me." Frankie then said: "In that case, we are even, except in being shy. This is our first year, too. Come on! Let's go to the dining room, otherwise, I'll faint; I'm starved." We walked to have our food, and then James came to join us. When he watched Martin sat down with us, a lovely grimace came to his face; they looked at each other and both blushed. He then said: "My name's James, Martin. I'm very happy to have you with us; now our table is complete and no one will disturb us, so we can tell dirty jokes." All laughed, as that was not what anyone expected from an educated and high-class boy, as he was. We finished our meal and went under the big tree, now we were six. When we sat, Martin said: "I must go to pee. I'll be here in one minute." He thought we needed to discuss everything about our new friend, and he was right because as soon as he left, James said: "I, I, I think we have found our sixth member." We figured out who was but I could not understand his embarrassment in front of the dark beautiful boy, unless, I thought, he had a crush on him. He continued: "I have proposed Martin to father Angel." "What has he said?" Frankie asked. "He said he is a paying and bright boy, he was on his list. He is happy with our election." "Your election." Willy pointed out. "Yes, you are right. I apologise for that, however, if you don't agree, I'm ready to talk to father Angel again." I placed my arm around his shoulders and pressed him to me. He looked at me and grinned for my support, and then I said: "Your election is a fantastic one, James. We like him, however, we should have asked him first; perhaps he is not as happy as we are, or doesn't want to participate in the project." He sighed: "Well I think you are right, but I never assumed he wouldn't like to join us." "What's about if firstly you ask him?" His face beamed with my suggestion. "I'll do it." We continued chatting about the concert; at that moment, Martin arrived and James went gleefully to meet him. Martin watched him approaching and his heart started to jump inside his chest: "Martin, the Spanish TV has organized a cultural contest amongst the schools in Spain. This school will participate and we form the team that will represent it. We still need another member, and we have proposed to you for the missing one; do you agree?" Martin's face illuminated and his eyes sparkled in surprise. "Are you sure I'm good enough? In the school probably there are many boys better than I am." "We don't know that fact," Frankie said. "But James asked father Angel and he told him you were on his candidate list, therefore, if you are not the best, at least you are as good as anyone else." He looked astonished to James as he said: "James, you chose me..." James blushed to his ears, he stammering said: Well, we, we... we chose you all together." He was terribly embarrassed as he observed Martin's black eyes on him. "I, I, I must go to pee." I had to hide my face so he could not watch me giggling; then, to Martin's disappointment, he left. A few minutes later, he was back and calmer. Chapter 38 -------------- Days went on working hard as Christmas' vacations were approaching. Martin's dorm was on the second floor, so every night, once homework finished, he used to come down and sit with us. During the classes, James had managed to sit near him and both boys, without noticing, were every day more in love; however, during our evening meetings, James always had an excuse to leave us. Normally Pedro joined Willy in his desk apparently to discuss problems, but mostly to plan their lives and be together. The situation united them very deeply. We were in the first week of December; and as usual, Martin came down; he wore a pyjama that was near open on his front, showing one of his beautiful nipples; he was not fatty but not slim; still he had that child's features of a 12 y/o boy. James looked at him and immediately that stutter situation came to him; he felt shy and scared. He loved that boy; he wanted to hug him, to kiss him, to protect him, to tear on him. "Oh my God, he's so beautiful! I love him" the thought. He peeked thru his near open pyjama and could see the protruding nipple. He felt bad, dirty and ashamed; he felt the need to cry and to jerk off at the same time. He excused and left us. Martin followed him with his sight until he disappeared thru the toilette's door. The light-brown-skinned boy sighed, and then he bent his head. Near in a mute word, he asked with his black eyes watering: "John, Frankie; why James doesn't like me here? What have I done to him? He looks very happy during classes; he tries to help and please me every moment, however, when I come down or we are under the tree, always he looks for an excuse to leave if I'm there." I looked at that marvellous boy and I felt very sorry because I could not say to him that James surely was sick of love for him. We thought they must find out for themselves, as we did with Willy and Pedro. I put my hands on his shoulders and said: "Martin, we guess what's happening to him, but unfortunately we can't help him. He must decide by himself." Those enigmatic words puzzled the Mexican boy even more. Frankie then continued. "Martin, have you ever been in love? Please be honest with yourself." He looked at us confused and we noticed how he blushed; we knew he felt ashamed, in that way I thought we could help him. I said: "Martin, a boy can love a girl or another boy. We positively know that means nothing, except affection for another person." He bent his head and near in a whisper, said: "Never, up to now." "What do you mean by never up to now?" I asked. "I, I, I have never been attracted to any girl or boy, but since the concert, I think I feel different about James. I'm very happy when he is near me when he talks to me when he smiles at me... Even I dream about him. I'm not sure, but I only can tell you that I would spend my whole life near him, and I would never be fed up with him." I could watch tears down his cheeks as he continued: "Because of that, I feel very hurt when he leaves." He raised his pretty face and bravely said, "Am I so ugly, John?" I could not help and I hugged him tightly to my chest. "Martin, you are a beautiful child, and feeling affection for someone is not a sin. Frankie and I are in that situation as far as we can remember. Willy and Pedro love each other deeply; they went thru the same stages as you are, and now they are the happiest boys in the world. We are sure James likes you; however, whether he loves you or not... you must discover it by yourself." "John, you said you like each other, what about your families?" "They know it and assume that means nothing at our ages. In fact, I like Frankie as anybody could like him, and he loves me, too; however, we have fucked girls and we enjoyed that." "But you are Spaniards; can you imagine the hell I would go in if my father knew I feel attracted by a boy? In Mexico, a boy or a man must be a "macho"; they would not realise that I am only 12 y/o. I must also be, as they believe I should be. "You are now in Spain, Martin," Frankie said. "Forget about what your parents will think in the future; you don't need to ring a bell and telling it everybody. You may change; so I would suggest you don't stop your feelings; yet, you must be careful to whom you say it and enjoy your life. We are sure you will have time to suffer, but not now." Being sure nobody was watching us, Frankie touched his smooth cheeks, wiping his tears out. "We like you, Martin, you are a good and pretty boy; you will have all our support. Please, friend, cheer up." Those beautiful black eyes gazed at us: "I like you, too. It is nearly time for lights to put off." He stood. "Thanks and good nights." He left to his dorm now more relaxed. Just one minute later, James arrived. Without a single word, he took off his pyjama and went under the cover facing me. I saw him right as that first night; I thought not to tell him anything, but I found myself obliged to talk to him for his sake and Martin's. I kneeled on the carpet close to his bed, so it seemed I was praying. "James, I must say you something about your behaviour with respect to Martin." He did not move but sighed. Since he did not say anything, I continued: "You are hurting him, on the contrary than during classes, as soon as he comes to see us, you always have an excuse to leave. He isn't a silly or stupid boy, but an intelligent one; he is our friend and we think you owe him an explanation." I could observe a couple of tears rolling down to the pillow. He then, in a low voice as a pray, said: "Do you think I want to hurt him?" "No. That's what worries me. You never hurt or offended anyone, at least since I know you. Why to Martin?" He stared at me, his brown eyes nailed on mine, and his low lip trembling. "I'm scared of him, John. I, I, I love him with all my heart. I would like to be near him all the time, spending my life with him; to hug him; to protect him; to stroke his hair and to kiss him. In summary, be as you and Frankie or Willy and Pedro. Do you think I want to hurt him? During classes, I am the happiest boy in the school because I'm sure he wouldn't say me go away, but after that... I dream about him and, for the first time since we became friends, I have had wet dreams. I cannot help it. Tonight when he came, I watched his beautiful nipple thru his open pyjama and my dick got very hard. I felt dirty and ashamed of myself because I worship him. Sex should be secondary, but my body responded in a different way. I was tempted to hug and kiss him right here without mattering how everybody would label me, because of that, I had to go. I have been in the toilettes jacking off. I felt very bad, with a lot of regrets; I have cried until I was empty..." He paused. Frankie then said: "James, you are truly in love for the first time, therefore, you need to say it to him. That's the only solution." He moved for the first time and opened his eyes in surprise: "Are you serious Frankie? What's about if he doesn't like me saying I'm a fag and reject me?" I'll feel so miserable, so bad... At least, as I am now, I can see him during classes and when we are all together. I'll take care not to hurt him; even if it is necessary, I'll apologise him." "And what's about if he loves you, too? Haven't you considered that possibility?" His eyes sparkled. "Has he said anything like that to you?" Watching him suffering I was tempted to confirm him that; however, I had to be fair. Frankie then added: "No, he doesn't; however, he is not that kind of rough and an uneducated person; I'm sure he would remain as a better friend and would thank you for your consideration; so in any circumstance, you will be better than you are now. Don't you think so?" He thought for a moment, and then said: "Yes, as usual, you are right. Nevertheless, my shyness in respect of him has increased, even more than when I first met you. At least I'll try to be a good friend all the time." Then the lights went off. "Good night, James." In the darkness, I kissed him on the lips. "We care you." I guessed a smile on his face. Taking advantage of the recent darkness, Frankie and I kissed tenderly for a whole minute; my dick started to get hard; I looked at my best friend, he smiled at me, and in a whisper, he said: "I'll never stop saying how much I adore you." "I do the same, my beautiful friend, now much than yesterday and less than tomorrow." He smiled again. We went under the covers and happily drifted to sleep. Christmas was approaching; we had started to spend evenings in the library studying possible questions to appear in the contest. James had changed in respect of Martin; I knew he was suffering and much more when Martin gave him those beautiful smiles that melted him, however, they did not dare to say how much they were fond of each other. We thought to propose Willy spending Christmas with us. He was short of money, and could not afford going home, so he would stay alone in the school, while the rest went home. However, to our surprise, before we told him anything, Pedro said: "Boys, we want to give you good news: since Willy's mom is scarce of money, I have proposed him I'll pay the travel expenses, and in exchange, he will feed me during our holidays there; so I'll have the chance to suck the cows' tits." Slowing his voice, he added "And his dick. I want to enjoy being bathed in a wooden tub in front of the fire with him." They joined their hands while glancing into each other eyes in front of us. Martin and James blushed, they envied them. "Congratulations boys. I think that will solve your problems. What's about your parents, Pedro?" "We won't be far from home, so they have agreed I'll spend a weekend with them. They are very busy with business." We did not say anything to Pedro about our invitation; it was not necessary. It was the beginning of the second week of December, and father Angel called us to his office to ask how things were going on respect of the contest; I saw a new Financial Times on his desk and he immediately guessed what I wanted. "John, you can have it; but please, could you answer me a question?" He then showed me the previous newspaper and the underlying I did. Then he asked me. "How did you know those shares would substantially increase their quotations?" I grinned. "Please boys, wait for me in the library, I'll be there in one minute." The boys left puzzled, then I looked at the priest: "And they will continue rising, at least for a couple of weeks. If I had money I would invest in them and sell as the maximum in three weeks, just before the year's end." "You have not yet answered my question..." I interrupted him. "Sorry father Angel, I can't; I only know that." Seeing he would not get anything from me, he dismissed me with a smile and I returned to the library. However, that evening he talked about it with the director. "It is amazing but true, father director. I have checked twice what he underlined and in both instances, shares went up." The director said: "We have money available; what's about if we invest as John has pointed out? We can invest a little amount, so if we lose we could always justify with our superiors. I'll instruct our Agent in London accordingly. "However, if we have good results we might ask the boy again." "In that case, the Company's name won't ever be mentioned. You can say that your father is interested in it. Otherwise, our enemies could say we are taking advantages of our pupils. "That's wise advice. I'll see to that." As usual, we were in the library as a good team checking the pros and cons of the contest questions, following father Angel's suggestions. He was our guide and the responsible person of the project. We submitted him our plans and he gave us his guidance and suggestions; in fact, he was an essential part of the team. That Monday James and Martin were arguing about a historical event; Martin had demonstrated he was really a valuable member. Both at the same time stood and went behind the large bookshelves to look for a determined book of History. They found it at the same time, and as Martin put his hand on the book to extract, James did the same, placing his on Martin's. The Mexican boy did not move, on contrary, he felt a nice trembling thru his entire body; James blushed as he looked into his adored boy black wells. They stared each other for a few seconds, and as if an invisible ghost pushed them, they embraced squeezing their bodies into one. They were gasping and trembling. James caressed his friend silky abundant lank hair while rubbing his smooth back. Martin was a little bit shorter than James, hugged him very tight; his head on James' shoulder. James then said: "I, I, I love you, Martin with all my heart. I would stay with you for the rest of my life." Very slow, he added, "Please, tell me that at least you like me, too." Martin's emotions came up and he started to sob; he tenderly separated from James and, without any word, he kissed those beautiful lips that he had wished in silence. James hated it, but he felt how his dick started to get hard as he noticed Martin rubbing his. Martin tenderly separated from his boy, looked again into those beautiful brown eyes: "I love you, James as I never thought it was possible to love anyone. I have suffered in silence during these weeks thinking you didn't even like me." James kissed him on the lips, on his eyes, on his chin, and finally, he dragged up his shirt and kissed his boy nipples; he could not help and started sucking them. "Oh Martin, how silly I have been!" Martin was quivering as his dear boy touched him where no one had ever done before. He was delighted and moaning as James sucked and licked his nipples. He brought James' face to him and kissed him passionately. James more expert; pushed his tongue and parted his friend's white teeth. Martin had never experienced that, however, it felt so good that he was nearly to faint. James knew it, he then broke their wonderful union, tenderly he caressed his brown chin and his neck. Martin shuddered with the new sensations; he put his hands on James' head and rubbed his curly hair moaning in delight; his head a little back and his large eyes closed. James then yanked his friend's elastic track trousers to his calves. The view of his thighs and the bulge on his shorts made him mad; he spotted a stain produced by the precum that Martin was expelling abundantly now. James introduced his left hand amongst his new lover's thighs rubbing both at the same time. Martin instinctively spread them as James took in his hand the protruding bulge; Martin moaned, took his underwear down and offered what he was looking for to his new friend. James saw that uncut beautiful light brown dick kneeled in front of Martin and put it into his mouth, while his right hand was around Martin butt, supporting him. Martin could not resist those caresses; he placed his hands on James' neck and pushed his head against his dick. James took it entirely into his mouth; he felt the few pubes ticklish his lips as Martin reached his best up to now orgasm. He held his breathing as he pushed into that warmth cave his thick dick. "Oh!" He groaned loudly, his knees buckled and he fell on top of his lover gasping for air. Had not for James' strong arms he would have fallen on the floor. James felt the salty clear creamed semen on his tongue and did not drink it but savoured it. When he was sure Martin could stand, he raised himself and tenderly kissed his new lover. Their tongues swirled inside mixing their saliva with the semen in his mouths. He then gently separated from Martin, looked into those big black eyes and hugged him to his chest. "I love you, Martin. I love you very much." Martin separated from him for a while and two tears dribbled down his brown cheeks. "I love you, James since you hugged me at the concert. I wanted this; I have dreamed with you every night, watching you, watching your face, pecking your tender lips, thinking about you until I had a wet dream; that broke up my beautiful moment that now is coming true." They broke their hug and Martin grabbed James trousers and underwear to his knees, and without any more foreplay, he took James' long dick into his wanting mouth. That was what he had been dreaming all these days. He eagerly sucked him. This was the first time he had touched any boy's cock, but he did not mind. He did not think about it, as he was sucking him. He did not want to think about anything, except enjoying the present moment of happiness. He needed only a few sucks since James was very close to his climax. James moaned in pleasure, as he had never enjoyed before; now it was love and not only sexual needs. He stopped breathing and pushed Martin's head to his crotch, shooting his clear boy sperm into his friend's mouth. He had not recovered, and started saying: "I adore you Martin, my precious boy, my Martin, my dear Martin." He raised him and both hugged very tight, their dicks still hard touching each other. Their lips and mouths glued again in sensual and tender moments, savouring the flavour of their seeds. They rubbed each other exploring mutually their dressed bodies, still with their trousers and underwear around their calves. "Why are you so beautiful Martin? I liked those deep black eyes." He kissed both. "I enjoy caressing your silky hair; I adore every part of you, Martin." Martin looked at his lover and hugged him again. "Oh James, James! I'm so happy!" Tears started again dribbling along his smooth cheeks. James looked at him, licked them and asked him: "But what, Martin?" They were embraced; Martin head on James' right shoulder. "I'm Mexican, descendant from an Aztecan princess and I'm supposed to be a "macho". When they find out that I love you they'll label me with many nasty names, you know that; however, I don't mind as long as you support me, but I'm sure my parents will suffer that his favourite son is attracted to other boys instead of girls." James separated a little bit from him; now was himself who started sobbing. "Oh Martin, my Aztecan! I'll worship you forever. I am in the same situation as you are; Pedro and I form part of what he deeply hates, Aristocracy. However, we are still very young and no one could assure we are homosexual. I would have liked you knew John and Frankie's parents. Both love each other since they were even younger than we are now; they had many children and still, they love each other. Probably in a different manner and not sexual, but their link is still there, untouched, after more than sixty years. Isn't that great Martin? Their children know they did one another and no one can label them with anything. Now their sons do the same as they did in the past. They like girls and probably they will have children, too; however, Frankie and John will continue united until the ends of their existence. That is how I like you, Martin. Please, please, Martin. We don't need to tell anybody, except our friends; nevertheless, I would tell it to the whole world if you ask me to do so." Martin looked again at James and hugged him. "Congratulations!" We all four said at the same time. They turned their heads in surprise because they had forgotten our existence. We hugged them happily. Martin looked radiant and the emotion on his face. We were hard because we had seen them hugging and did not interrupt them until finished their hug. Frankie then said: "Boys, I think we have studied enough for today. What is about if we enjoy a little bit? I'm hard." We laughed as Pedro said: "I'll lock the door and find a corner for us. Come on Willy, I want you to enjoy our 15 minutes." They left and we heard how Pedro locked the door. "We are very happy, John. I know you are too, watching us. "You can bet for it." I looked at Frankie and added, "You better take off your clothes; you will be more comfortable, however, 15 minutes, no more." They smiled. We left them alone while in the next bookshelf we stripped down and made our love. When they felt alone, Martin asked. "What shall we do, James?" James wickedly grinned and started taking off Martin clothes. When he was naked, James contemplated that light brown still childish body. He placed his arms around Martin, dragged him to the carpet and started kissing him. Martin pulled up James clothes and in seconds, they were naked on the floor. James more experienced took the lead and started licking and sucking his lover earlobes. Martin did not know anything about all this; everything was new for him, he moaned in pleasure as James continued caressing him on the neck. Suddenly James turned and took a 69 position with respect to Martin. The Mexican boy kissed and sucked James as he was being done. "Oh James, I, I, I'm coming if you continue." James stopped for while to cool Martin down and himself. Sometime later, he resumed his task until he took Martin's dick into his mouth. Martin found in front of his face that perfect cock and he did the same. Only one minute of hard sucking was enough to bring both to the point of no return. James pushed down into his lover's mouth while Martin arched his hips to meet James' mouth. Their bodies got rigid followed by high pitchy moans as they spurted their seeds into each other mouth. James fell on top of his friend gasping for air; when he recovered, turned again and faced his beautiful Aztecan. "I adore you, Martin." How has been your first experience?" "It was marvellous. I never thought this would be so good." "It will be much better next time; then I want you to make love to me." Martin opened his big eyes in astonishment. "Do... do you mean I put my dick into you?" "Yes, that what I meant, Martin. I want you to do it, if you do not mind, of course. I'll never feel full of your love until you are inside me; only one body, one soul." He thought for a moment, kissed James and said: "Are you sure of that? You do not need to do it. I'll like you the same." "I know, but I want to do it. I have seen other boys doing it and I want to experiment with the happiness they enjoyed." "In that case, you have to do it to me, too." "I will if you really want it." "Yes, I do want it, if you like it." "Alright, I don't know when, because that needs some time and not a quick rush like now. On the other hand, I am a little bit of animal and unable to control myself. That must be done with care and tenderness, otherwise, we can be hurt." "What do you suggest?" "We'll ask Frankie and John to open our butts firstly, especially yours; they are very careful, tender and know how to do it the first time. They did it to Pedro, Willy and me." "It is not a bad idea. That's an old custom on old peoples like the Aztecan. There were experienced men that opened the young girls for the first time when they had their first menstruation, taking care not to hurt them and being prepared for their marriage. It was a great honour for the man but more for the girl if the man did it properly and she enjoyed instead of being hurt, otherwise, she would hate it." "You know a lot about ancient peoples." "I'm very keen about old people and languages; in fact, I have advanced a lot on reading Egyptian writing." James caressed his lover softly again. "Pedro is also very good on ancient languages such as Greek and Latin," James said. "Well boys, let's go. It is time to go back." We left the library, it was dark and time to get a shower and go to bed. After showering, we went to the sitting room to enjoy our mutual company now that Martin and James were lovers. James and Martin told us they would go to Madrid for Christmas; they proposed Willy and Pedro to ride them to their home at the same time, so his parents did not need to come and pick them up. We were chatting about our plans for the future holidays when father Angel approached. We stood up: "John, Frankie; we need that you perform the inventory next Saturday evening. This will be your last one since you need to devote your time to study for the contest, therefore, upon your return, none of you will have any extra work, except your normal studies." Then I said: Sir, can our friends help us? We want to do it carefully and it will take some time. Without help would take us the whole night." He grinned because he knew what might be involved in the inventory time. "No problem. I'll advise Security on the subject, however, you must promise me not to be very noisy." "We promise, sir. You won't receive any complaint about us." "I'm sure I won't. Good nights, boys." "Good nights, sir." I could see the satisfaction on all of us, but especially on Martin and James. He, with a very slow voice, said: "John, Martin and I want to ask you and Frankie for a favour." I noticed how Martin blushed. "Granted, what is it?" Frankie asked. "Well, you know Martin and I are lovers." Martin pressed James' hand encouraging him to continue. "We want to... you know." "You want to fuck each other." Willy bluntly said. "You are too rude, Willy. Yes." We smiled as he continued. "Martin has never done it before and I'm too rude; I mean, I can't control myself on the last stages and I could hurt Martin." Then glancing at Martin tenderly, he added, "I love too much this lovely Aztecan to hurt him, therefore we want you to take rid of his virginity and open again my hole. Next Saturday will be a good chance." I wanted to kiss that boy, however, I would have not any problem on that, but to fuck him... was beyond my expectations. "Are you sure you want us to do it?" "Yes; absolutely. Martin, who is an expert on ancient people, said that this was an old custom in his people when expert men took rid of the girl's virginity when they became women." Now looking at Frankie, I said: "Okay. In fact, you are right, Martin. The concept of virginity was introduced by the Romans in many nations that they conquered." We left happily the room and went to our dorm, mentally making plans for the next Saturday evening. Willy and Pedro as usual stay for a few minutes near Willy's bed. James joined us as soon as Martin went upstairs to his dorm. Frankie then asked him: "James, I suppose you have discussed who would do it." "Yes, we did." He blushed when he said. "If you don't mind, I would want you to fuck me and John to Martin. You don't mind John, do you?" I did not say anything but to agree. Mentally I was applauding their decision because I wanted eagerly to kiss and fuck that light brown Aztecan. I thought his still little fatty nipples must be delicious. I knew that Frankie loved James' lips and that he was applauding it. I did not mind it because Frankie had the same sweet lips as James and I enjoyed them frequently. Lights went off and we under the covers, and as usual, we made a motion as if something has fallen on the floor, Frankie and I bent our heads and we kissed good nights. Chapter 39 -------------- We were working hard and father Angel congratulated us for the excellent results of our periodical examinations. I had noticed the increase of our knowledge whenever a discussion was set up during a class. For me, maths was my favourite matter; it was so great to reach an exact conclusion! Sometimes, when the teacher asked me to make a mental calculation, I closed my eyes and I could see in my mind numbers flying around me, filling the space as in a great puzzle. More or less, that happened with physic and chemistry, formulas danced around us asking permission to fit. As if we were twins, Frankie had the same facility. Sometimes, for the enjoyment of the rest of our pals, he asked us to solve a maths problem mentally, especially on algebra. It was funny because most of the times, we reached the same conclusion within one or two seconds' difference; that made the rest of the students applauds us. We were heroes for them and they were proud to be our friends. That was because we felt their friends and always tried to help them when they requested us. We were very careful not showing superiority, on contrary, we asked them many times regarding problems of Geography or History. In summary, the whole class was a great team; that is why no one argued when the Principal publicly appointed the team as representatives of our school in the TV contest. Most likely, there were other boys gifted as we were, especially in upper grades; however, they did not oppose, otherwise they would have faced a little contest against us. In this case, they would lose on any circumstances, because if one won, he would have been always regarded as he fought to younger boys; and if did not, most of his pals would label him as stupid since he could not win a younger boy. Our parents received the news referring to the contest as the Principal asked them for their authorisation; that filled them with pride and called us expressing their support and the rest of the family. Except for Pedro's parents, all called their children; however, he did not mind, because he had a long time ago disregarded them. He felt sad but as he said, we were his family, especially Willy. Probably sometime, they would realise what a great son they had. We knew thru a secret leak, that The Company had considered the six of us as prodigy boys. Within that environment, we reached to that Saturday for the inventory, a week and a half before our departure for the Christmas holidays. As soon as dinner was over, we ran downstairs to do our job. We agreed to be naked during the process of counting, therefore we locked the door, and in seconds, the place was a nude camp of boys with erected dicks and smiles. Before we started, Martin and James could not resist the temptation and caressed passionately. The rest of us did more or less the same and started our work, leaving them enjoying their recent change; nevertheless, a few minutes later we heard the moans as they ended their lovemaking. A little bit ashamed Martin said: "Sorry boys, we are so in needed..." We grinned and Frankie then said: "We are not silly, Martin; and are very happy that you feel each other like that. That is the most wonderful thing that can happen to a human being; however, boys, we need to carry out with our task. Please start counting that shelf." They gladly took manual stairs and started doing their part of the job. It took us near two hours to end our task and prepare the report. It was warm but not too much, so we were not sweating like the last time. We jabbed each other and then we prepared the large bed with the blankets, while Pedro and Willy took the couch for their liking. I was very hard and excited; I keenly wanted to touch that boy. I had never felt that need before, except with Frankie; my dick was spilling precum in anticipation. I gazed Frankie and he grinned at me. He perfectly knew how I felt in those moments; it was similar to when we were in the cave next to fuck the girls. Again and for seconds, the image of my Helen came to my mind; however, the view of the exuberant Mexican rubbed everything from my brains. I fetch the bottle of thick olive oil, Martin was gazing at me wondering about our preparations, and however, his cock was very hard. I took Martin from his hand and motioned him to lie down on the blankets. I straddled him and kissed his thick lips; the kiss lasted as much as Frankie did to James; he was gasping as his dick rubbed my butt. I scooted down until I was on his knees. I introduced my palms between his thighs and I felt the smoothest skin I had touched, except those of Joan or Helen. I rubbed and licked them; I felt his hands on my hair rubbing it with moans of pleasure. I advanced a little up to his torso, cupped his brown balls sack, pecked his erected cock and sucked its head for a few seconds. "Oh, John! If you do that again I'll come right there." "Don't worry; you'll do it a few times tonight before we go back to bed." He smiled and I did. My hands explored his belly and chest, licking his lovely smooth skin. "Oh my god, what a lovely body he has," I thought. I was even as close to cum as he was, but I was keeping my ecstasies for a later moment. I sucked his beautiful fatty nipples. I kneeled near him and took the oil: "Your tongue feels very nice on my nipples. I didn't know they were so sensitive." I giggled. Please, Martin, take your legs to your chest and spread them." He immediately obeyed me. I poured some oil near his balls sack that ran along his crevice to his pucker. I wetted my fore and middle fingers of it, then I poured a little bit more; only at with my touch, Martin was gasping, his dick jerking and spilling precum. I placed my middle finger on his pucker and rubbed the sensible nerve endings. By now, he was moving his head to both sides rubbing my hair and caressing my back. I took in my mouth his left nipple and at the same time I slid my middle finger into him not very deep; I finger fucked him dragging part of the oil into his butt. I felt how he arched his hips and moaned loudly; I changed to the other nipple and I introduced my forefinger into his butt. He and I were almost our climaxes. I finger fucked him deeply, my middle finger touched his prostate and he could not resist anymore; instinctively he stretched out his legs, groaned loudly and I felt the pressure of his guts around my fingers. He took my dick in his left hand and jacked me as I sucked his nipple. His dick started spitting his little load; the first shot landed on my left cheek and the second on his chest. I moaned too, placing my mouth on his. I continued fucking him until he recovered his breath. "Oh, John! That has been fantastic. What did you touch that made me mad?" He asked. I still had my fingers inside him, therefore I grinned, I pushed further in and again I touched the sweet spot. "This?" "Oh, yes! It is fantastic the feeling in there." I smiled. "Now I'm going to put a third finger inside you, let's me know if you feel any pain. Will you?" "Yes, I'll do." I pulled out my two fingers and poured more oil on them; I pushed first two and immediately the third one that entered smoothly into him. He gasped. "Did I hurt you, Martin? "Oh no! It is lovely to feel you inside me." I continued finger fucking him slowly trying that his ring got used to my presence; meanwhile, I caressed him his face, then his ears, his armpits and again his lovely nipples. We were again hard and ready to go ahead with the most important part of our play. "Martin, now it will be the most important moment of our play. You must promise to tell me if I hurt you. These moments are for your enjoyment and mine, too; I don't want to hurt you. Is it okay with you?" "Yes, please; start. I need to feel you inside me. I want it." He was really mad and excited. I poured some more oil on my dick and spread it with my right hand. It was now dripping oil with the precum. I placed my dick into his port of entry, my right hand on his hip and pushed hard. Probably due I was also excited, or to the oil, the fact was that half of my cock entered him. I was ashamed because I had not taken enough control of me. He moaned and I thought I had hurt him badly. "Did I hurt you, Martin?" "Not much. I felt a sharp pain but immediately disappeared." I thanked God that I had done to his satisfaction. We remained quiet for one minute caressing his dick and ball; I got straight, pulled a little bit back until my dickhead was near his end, and pushed slowly again. This time I was careful and nearly my entire dick went inside him; as he said nothing, I started fucking him without surpassing that point, after a few thrusts, I pushed hard again and my balls touched his butt cheeks; I was completely inside him. "How do you feel, Martin?" "Lovely, please go entirely inside me." I smiled, bent over and kissed his smooth face, rubbing his silky black hair. "I'm entirely inside you, Martin. I cannot go further. Now your butt is used to my cock, so I'll fuck you until we get mad." "Please, do it." Moreover, slowing his beautiful and modulated child voice as almost a whisper he added: "Do it hard, very hard." I obeyed him; I pulled back and pushed in. I started fucking him mercilessly, increasing the pace of my thrusts until we were sweating. At the same time, I took in my hand his dick and soon we reached our point of no return. I felt my dick pressed inside his warm cave; he held his breath and as I gave him my final thrust, he exploded again; his first shot reached his nose, the second on his chin and few watering drops came along his shaft. Exhausted I fell on top of him; I slid my head to his left shoulder, so my hair was near his mouth. I could feel some kisses on it. I smiled. He caressed my hair and when I recovered, he hugged me to his chest tenderly. He muttered: "I love you, John. Thanks for your tenderness." I raised my head as my dick near flaccid came out from his butt and pecked him on the lips. "You are a beautiful Aztecan, Martin; and I like you too. You have so a smooth skin, nipples, and chest... everything on you invites me to enjoy. James is a lucky boy, Martin." He fixed his deep black eyes on me. "John, I know you like and are devoted to Frankie, as I'm to James, and Pedro to Willy, but we are not married couples; why can't we enjoy each other when we want?" "Are you serious?" "Yes, I am. Now I want you to fuck me again if you enjoy it; later I'll tell the boys my idea." I grinned and started rubbing that fine and smooth skin; soon our dick got hard again. "Now we'll make love in a different way. Did you observe Frankie and James?" "Yes, but I like to see your face; in that way, I won't be able to see you and I much like to see the grimace on your face when you reach your ecstasies." "I adore you, Martin." He was now on top of me doing what I had done to him before. I felt his tongue on my nipples and I rubbed his chest and his silky black hair. I liked that sensation; our dicks rubbing each other and spilling precum. He scooted up a little and pressed my dick with his butt. He had learnt very quickly; I noticed his hand on my balls, then he took my dick and guided it into him, then he pushed down and in a single move, my cock went completely inside him. I was gasping; it felt so, so good! "Martin, turn around so that your back faces me; you will get the deepest inside you." He did as I told him. My cock rubbed his funny spot as he called it. He gasped with pleasure and started grinding with my cock in him, his hands on my thighs for balance. As we were approaching our climaxes, he turned around facing me, then bent himself and our mouths met; he was delicious. I explored and sucked his earlobes and again those lovely nipples. He raised his body, but not totally so his black hair was hanging from his forehead; he sat impaled on my dick. He placed one of his hands on my chest, the other on my hip for support and started fucking himself up and down. I took his thick dick on my hand and I jacked him off at the same pace as he was fucking himself. I could see how Frankie was passionately kissing James as he had impaled himself on his dick. The Aztecan boy continued up and down and as I felt my new orgasm approaching, I helped him. Soon he tilted his head back groaning excitedly. I felt his butt's muscles pressing my dick and his right hand on top of mine on his dick. I could not resist anymore; I arched my hips as that tremendous orgasm hit us. His cock exploded and his shots landed on my chest. Then a groan and he fell on top of me exhausted, as his dick continued jerking between our bodies. When I recovered my breathing, I caressed gently his head. He did not respond to my caresses until a few minutes later. He raised that light brown lovely face and placed his thick lips on mine long and tender. Soon all recovered; Willy and Pedro came to sit on the blankets and we joked to each other; then Martin said: "I want to make you a proposal, I wonder whether you like it or not. Frankie looked at me and to James and said: "Please, Martin, go ahead." "Well, we know that you and John are devoted to each other, as I'm to James and Pedro is to Willy..." James heard that and squeezed his lover to his chest, kissing him on the cheek. Martin continued: "So each one is special to the other; however, each of us has something special that we like; for instance: James and Frankie have the most lovely lips; Willy that beautiful hair and face; Pedro has great freckles; John has the most beautiful tuft and dimples..." I interrupted him. "And you have the smoothest skin and deepest eyes." Martin then continued: "As you can see, each of us has something that we like. My question is. Why can't we enjoy them without jeopardizing our devotion to our respective partner?" Then silence followed for a few seconds; then Frankie said: "It is a good idea whenever our freedom is not touched." "What do you mean Frankie?" Pedro asked. "Well... it is a good idea to share with us whenever no one is forced or to pay back in the same way. Let's say that James, Martin, Willy... anyone asked me to fuck him; I would gladly do it or not, however, I wouldn't be committed to paying him back by fucking me." Willy then said: "That's an excellent remark. Essentially it falls within the idea of freedom and none of us could be felt offended if his counterpart wanted to kiss, suck or fuck other than himself." Then I thought for a moment and added: "So I believe it is a good idea; however, this must be amongst us and nobody else will know or take part with us. Do you agree?" We all put our hands together and Pedro said: "Like brothers." All repeated: "Like brothers". The pact worked perfectly while we remained in school. Then I added looking at my dear Frankie: "James, Martin; you are now prepared to fuck each other; please be tender as we have taught you." "In addition," Frankie said, "and don't forget the oil." We all laughed. I dragged Frankie to my side and he passionately kissed me. He then said, "I love the idea; however, I'll never enjoy with anyone as I do with you, John. You have all that I wanted and I won't miss anything." "Are you sure?" I said wickedly. "Martin has the most adorable skin I ever touched." He grinned at me: "Are you proposing me to enjoy it?" "Yes. You know how I feel about you, and because of that, I want you to enjoy your sex as much as possible; however, your love is mine and of nobody else." We kissed until our dicks were ready for a good suck." "I know that John; you don't need to say it, because many years since my heart belongs to this tuft of you." I moved and started flicking on his lovely thighs at the same time I felt his tongue on mine. I continued taking into my mouth one of his balls, then the other, and after one minute, I engulfed that lovely arched dick of his, as I felt mine into his warm mouth. Only a few minutes took us to reach again a wonderful dry orgasm that prostrated us exhausted on top of each other gasping for air. I could see how Martin had now inserted his thick dick into James and the boy of the good lips was moaning and telling Martin how much he enjoyed with him and what he was doing to him. We spent nearly three hours having sex and caressing each other; our dicks were sore and flaccid. We decided to shower together, couple after couple. Nevertheless, this excited us again and the last orgasm hit us under the warm water. We laughed happily, dressed and left to the dorm. A few minutes later, we were asleep as rocks. We continued our daily routine and plans for the next Christmas. Willy, Pedro, Martin and James would travel in Martin's father diplomatic car to Madrid; there, Willy and Pedro would continue their trip to the North the following day by train, to enjoy unforgettable holidays. The departure day arrived; it was the previous Saturday of Christmas. A large and luxury car picked the boys up from the school. We hugged them politely and wishes all the best until next January 7 of the following year. A few minutes later, a taxi arrived with Frank and my dad. After saying goodbyes to father Angel and other pals, we went to the rail station and back to our precious village. Four months seemed so, so long... Chapter 40 -------------- It was dark when we arrived. At the rail station were our moms, Francis and Joan. They had planned to meet each one at the farm, however, the boys cried, and they had to bring them. We hugged and kissed our moms tenderly but when I saw my little nephews... Joan jumped on my arms; he had grown a lot and nearly pulled me down to the floor. Then came to my arms Francis, my beautiful Francis! How I loved him. We hugged and I kissed him on the lips as his tears of joy came down along his beautiful cheeks. He had a wonderful pink colour on that angel face and I could not resist the temptation of pecking his nose and his eyes. "I have missed you a lot, John." He left me when he felt the touch of Frankie. We left the station, packed in the little pickup. We agreed to meet the following day at the farm. The reception was great. All have concentrated in the big house. The first to kiss me was Nuria; her beauty had substantially increased. Four months had changed her into near a woman. I felt her breast against my chest and a light sweet sensation started growing on my dick; fortunately, she left me and the twins replaced her. All said how much I have grown and so I noticed the twins and the rest of small children. The house was warm and a comfortable fire lit on the dining room. Some minutes later, they started to leave except Francis, who did not want to; nevertheless, my sister called him and he reluctantly obeyed his mom, promising to come back early the following day. Dad then said: "I suppose you are tired and want to shower before dinner." "Yes dad, but I'm not tired, you can shower first; I'll follow you then. He prepared himself and went to the bathroom. I wanted to be alone with my mom. She stood up and went to the kitchen; silently I followed her and when we were in the large and warm room I wrapped my arms behind her; she spun and hugged me very tightly. Presently I was almost as tall as she was. She then sat down on one of those old chairs and I sat on her lap as I used to do for many years before. We did not exchange any word; I laid my head on her shoulder and I noticed her tears on my hair. I wanted to tell her how much I had missed her, how I worshipped her, how I loved Frankie, what we were doing in the school, how attracted we were to each other and how I missed him and wanted in my bed every night. However, I only said: "I love you, mom, and I have missed you a lot." She cleaned her tears, separated from me, ruffled my hair and looked into my eyes. "Johnny, you were a gift to us, old parents. You have grown and are as tall as we are; it has been very difficult for us not to distinguish you from your sisters, but I could not help loving you differently as I did to them; probably due to the different time in which they and you were born. When you left, I thought the world had finished for me. It is difficult for a mother to accept that their children grow. We would like to see you always around us and forever, but we understand that the time of our separation has arrived and that's unavoidable." Now I was the one to have tears. "I love you, mom. I'll be near you anytime you need me, however, dad says I have to build up my own future; I guess he is right." "He is absolutely right my son, it is difficult and hard to accept it, but he is right." She dried her tears and I kissed her. "I must prepare your dinner, son. I understand you are used to going to bed earlier than here." At that moment I heard dad calling me; he had already finished and the bathroom was ready for me. I went to my room, I undressed and put on the large white towel gown, but I could see how it was not so long. I closed the door, the room was warm; I stood under the showerhead and poured the warm water on me. It was so nice, so comfortable. I started soaping and when I reached my dick and ball, it was erected and waiting for my attention. I rubbed it a few times while the warm water was taking rid of the soap. I stepped out of the shower and I placed myself in front of the large mirror. I wrapped my dick with my right hand looking at the naked figure reflected on the mirror. I started jacking off ferociously; closing my eyes and watching how many images passed by thru my mind; the girl, the smooth Martin and finally Frankie. The sweet sensation came to me, my knees buckled as I received that wonderful orgasm. I sat on the small stool gasping. When I recovered I dried out, combed my hair and looking in the mirror; I pointed my right finger to my reflected image: "You are a naughty boy; do you know that? I smiled to myself, put on the gown and left for the living room. I sat next to my dad and hugged him very tightly. I thought to sit on his lap but I understood those times had already gone for me. He had placed a record of Spanish music written by Isaac Albeniz and that made me feel a little sad recalling the concert. At that moment, I realised my heart had divided into several parts, and a large one was in my friend's memory. "I love that music, dad; it is one of the pieces played by Pedro; it was a great success. I have asked him to teach me to play the piano." I paused as I heard the music, then I added, "He also played the music of Willy's watch." My dad stood, went to the drawer and rummaged among the records, extracted one and placed it on the record player. The music started and immediately my mind went to the sweet gaze exchanged between Pedro and Willy as they were in love. We had accepted it as our anthem, I murmured, "Für Elise" from Beethoven. "Yes, it is. I bought a long time ago as a present for your mother." "But her name is Maria" "Yes, you are partially right, but she has a second name: Elise. I used to call her with that name when we were young and she liked it." Mom came and hugged dad from behind. "What beautiful music it is, and what great fond memories it brings to me." She sighed. We had dinner together and when finished I phoned Frankie; I could not go to bed without hearing his voice once more. He was just going to take off the receiver to call me when it rang. "Frankie, are you?" In a low voice, he answered: "Yes, my beautiful John. I'm the one who adores you." "I adore you, too. I could not go to bed without hearing your voice. I'll miss you, Frankie. I would like to be with you near me." "Me too. I have just showered and I had to jerk off thinking on you, John." "The same me, probably we have come at the same time because It has been a great feeling." "Most likely. John, if we have come on holidays to be separated, I would have preferred better to remain in the school." "Yes, you are right; I'm determined to talk about it to my dad tomorrow. We must be together. I miss you when you are not near me; I want to caress you all the time." "John, if you are going to talk to your dad, I'll do the same to mine. I want you in my bed, I feel too cold without you touching me." "Frankie, we better stop. I'm very hard. Fortunately, I have on that large gown and my folks can't notice my hardness." "Yes. Good nights and happy dreams." "Goodnights. I'm just going up and jerk off again. I don't want to wet my sheets." We laughed because neither of us could do it. I kissed my parents and went under the covers. I wrapped my cock and I could notice the precum spitting from the pee slit. Slowly I started jerking it off, I closed my eyes and increased the pace of my first moves, and I jerked off until that beautiful and always new sensation started growing from my toes to my dickhead. I moaned loudly as I reached my climax. When I recovered, slid to my right side and in seconds drifted into a hard sleep. I woke at the normal school time at 7:00 am, still it was dark, and so I turned to my other side and continued sleeping. An hour later, I woke up again, I could not continue in bed after eleven hours of nice resting. I washed up my face; dressed in my thick wool tracksuit that mom had left on my bed the previous night. I smiled happily. I felt hungry; therefore, I went to the kitchen, prepared a great breakfast as Jim had taught us. I carried some wood and lighted the fire with the remaining embers from the previous night. Soon a warm fire started and the room got very comfortable. I ate everything plus an extra orange juice from our farm. I lay down on the sofa contemplating the flames and thinking about how many things had happened to me. New friends; new relationships and what we have learnt during the last four months. I looked at my wristwatch and grinned, thinking of Pedro; how he managed to give us his presents without offending us. "What a great boy he is!" I thought. It was near 9:00, so time for my parents to get up, I thought. I returned to the kitchen and I prepared a large tray with two huge breakfasts. They were old but I was sure Saturdays were their night for making love. I stepped up, knocked on the door. "Come in, son." When they watched me loaded with the big tray, a nice grin appeared on their faces. Then my dad said, "We have missed this since you went to school. Thanks, son." They had their breakfast and I could notice they still were naked. When finished, I took the tray to the kitchen, however, when I was in the doorway dad said: "John, please, come back." I smiled. When I returned, mom had her underwear on. Dad then said. "Come on, John; get in here as in the old times." They moved but I argued: "Dad, I'm dressed, and unfortunately, I have grown a lot." "In that case, what are you waiting to undress?" I smiled I stripped naked, except for the short underwear and I dropped myself between them. I received their caresses; dad put off the lights and we went into a beautiful slumber in a joint package. That lasted near an hour. It was one of my best fond memories. When I woke up, I found my mom had got up. She was in the bathroom. I dressed and went downstairs. It was a sunny day but chilly. I thought to go and wake up the twins or Francis, however, Frankie's face came into my memory; "I love him and we need to solve our problem." I thought. Dad was in the living room; then I asked him: "Dad, what are you going to do?" "Come here, John." He had a few brochures in his hands showing new tractors. "We must modernize our farm; I need to make numbers to buy one of these. To feed animals take a lot of money and attention, however, one of these machines works as efficiently as animals, even better. The twins are always asking about them, they are very fond of new technologies. The future of this farm will be on their hands unless you change your mind." "I'm sorry, dad, I'll never be a farmer if I can study something else. I love the farm and what it means, however, as I have told you some other times, I prefer some other profession. Still I don't have a fixed idea, nevertheless, I fully agree with the twins, new times require new ideas. That what my teachers say." "Okay, I'm planning to buy it for Christmas; nothing will make them and their parents happier. What are you going to do?" I thought for a moment that probably Frankie was already talking to their parents about us; however, I still doubted what to do. "Dad, what about if we go for a walk? I would want to make you some questions." "It is alright for me, this can wait. I'll tell mom about it just in case someone asks." We took our coats and went out in silence. We reached that field that used to be full of flowers last spring and subject of my beautiful dreams. It had been changed; new trees had been planted, and however, the big tree was still there uphill presiding the new plantation. "We didn't need this land as a meadow any more." I sighed when all those glad dreams and lovemaking came into me. We sat for a moment under the tree: "You look sad, John. What's up?" I looked into his lovely blue eyes and I said: "It brings me fond memories with Frankie during last spring. Dad, I, I, love him and he loves me." I bent my head feeling not ashamed but unfair to him because I thought I was disappointing him. He raised my chin and looked worried. "There is nothing wrong with loving your best friend and better if he does the same to you." I had said the first word so there was no point to stop it now. "It is a special love, dad. I miss him every minute that I cannot watch him. I want him near me, sharing my bed, sharing my thoughts, and sharing my caresses... We love each other dad as I had never loved anyone. I would give my life for him if necessary." I paused for a moment waiting for my dad to answer; but he kept silence and I continued: "I adore you, dad and mom, nevertheless, we would have preferred to remain alone in the school than being here separated; there, at least, we were all time together in spite we could not even kiss. Probably you will call it homosexuality, queers or something worst; but that wouldn't change the reality." I paused, he continued in silence and then I added, "I feel very sorry dad to disappoint you, but... I cannot stop thinking on him or he adoring me; he is so sweet, so lovely, so tender..." "It is my fault son. I always thought homosexuality was born with the person and not added during his life." "Dad, it is not your fault. On the other hand, we think we aren't homosexual. Yes, we like each other as Jimmy does Françoise; as James does Willy and many others; but we also like girls. In fact, a couple of weeks, before we entered the school, we, we... fucked two. That was the most wonderful experience we ever had, and we proposed ourselves to repeat it as soon as we could. However, in the school only we can find boys, some of them very beautiful, as pretty as any girl; even sometimes more; I don't think we can find a girl prettier than Frankie, or have the smooth skin of Martin's." My words illuminated his old face. "John, can I know the name of that girl?" "It wouldn't be honest with me unless you promise not to release it to anyone." "You have my word." "Her name is Helen; the girl whose uncles were killed in that car crash. I must be honest to you, dad, even I didn't tell anything to Frankie; but she is in my dreams more often than I wanted, moreover, after the dream, I feel great though I cannot remember anything." "Oh, I see. I guessed it. Someone told me you were dating her. I will tell you something later. Going back to our business John, I cannot censor you or Frankie about what you feel or what you do together. In fact, I had and still have the same feeling for his father. We were like brothers; nevertheless, I think we didn't go as far as I suppose you have gone." "I want to tell you everything, dad. We do not like to be fucked by anyone, and no one had done it to us, but we have done a few times each other. We have done it many times to other boys at their request; we never forced or seduced anyone. When we did each other, it was due to the immense love we have. Each one knows we do not like it; however, in very special circumstances, we accepted it because he or I needed it at that moment. I want you to understand that we care for each other to the point that, many times, we have been sharing the same bed and we spent the night petting, while our..." He then intervened: "Cocks" "Yes, our cocks kept flaccidly. I must say most of the times love and sex goes on parallel." "I suppose so, and that need would increase with the puberty; though it is not as bad as you believe, son. However, you must realise we live in a hypocrite society, where those manifestations are forbidden and considered a grave sin." "But why? We don't hurt anyone!" "You'll experiment that with the time, John. That was our idea, however, we had to hide from any person, and the most dangerous, our own families; nevertheless, those times were absolutely different from now, and I hope your children if you ever have any, they will enjoy a better understanding." I reached my dad and hugged him tenderly. "I'm very lucky having a dad like you." He kissed me on the hair and looking into my eyes, he said: "Now John, we must reach an agreement between Frankie's parents and ourselves. I suppose the difficult part will be to tell mom and make her understand it; you must trust me. I would suggest, you continue as up to now. Frankie can come and stay with you and vice versa taking care nothing is released out of our mutual homes; including your own sisters and the rest of the family. We must protect your situation in respect of the school. Once you are older, you'll decide for yourselves. What's your opinion?" "It seems fair enough, dad. Thanks for your understanding." We stood, I took his old hand in mine and we started coming back home: "Dad, you mentioned Helen, do you know anything about her?" "Well, not much. I'll relate you something." He paused, waiting for my comments, but after a while, he continued: "Frank and I used to be good friends of his uncle. He was a good man and a good friend. He fell in love with his wife when he was in the school; they were 14 y/o and wanted to be together all the time, more or less as you and Frankie." He grinned. "However, the family could not admit so a young relationship. I facilitated them in our cave for their first sexual encounters; that even increased their needs, therefore they prepared a strategy to get their goal. One day that she was alone at home, he entered the house and both started having intercourse without any care; she knew his sister would catch them as it happened. In those times, that meant immediate marriage, as they were looking for. The events soon were forgotten and they started their own lives together." "I would call that an excellent strategy, dad." "Yes, indeed it was. Three years later, they had a beautiful baby girl that was the family's happiness. When the little girl was 5 y/o, she passed away from cancer. I don't want to go into details, but in spite, the science was not as advanced as today, doctors established a direct family connexion of sickness. The child's grandmother had died in the same circumstances. My friend near got mad; the family advised the couple to conceive a new baby, but they rejected the idea, fearing they will go thru it again. Time passed and ten years later, her sister appeared with the same symptoms. She died three years later amongst terrible headaches, only calmed with large doses of drugs. She left a beautiful baby girl of one y/o. The baby's father died a few months later in a labour accident. The doctors told my friend that she had died from a tumour in the brains; however, they clearly stated him that, as any type of cancer, it was not hereditary, though a family predisposition to it could exist. Then they took care of the baby as their own daughter." He paused. "It could be easily cured by a small operation if detected in time, especially before puberty. Doctors explained that this is a well-known sickness since the Egyptian time, 3000 years BC; they solved it by the trepanation. It rarely appears in young children; therefore, their case had made history in Medicine. It starts as a tinny fat tumour developing into cancer with the time, if not removed. In addition, the studies carried out demonstrated that it is more frequent in females than in males; and that a male would not transmit the predisposition if any exists. They recommended her wife and the little baby a brain exploration. They did and found nothing, so they continued their new life with the orphan baby as their daughter." "Three years ago, when the baby was a girl of almost 10, his wife started feeling headaches, but since she was now a little bit old, they thought that was a common headache for an old woman. He was not happy, he worshipped his wife and got upset because his dear wife had said nothing to him. After a radiological examination, doctors told him that the terrible sickness was there. Apparently, they died when their car went over the bridge; but my belief is they committed suicide. The post-mortem examination of the corpses showed advanced cancer. Had she remained alive, she would have died with terrible pains, as his previous family members. The girl had not any other parents, so the priest requested from the authorities her being put into an orphanage." We kept silence. We were near our house. Then I said: "It is a crime. Helen probably could have the same sickness in the future, if anyone does not tell her." "I'm afraid most likely you are right, but it is not sure that she will develop it in the future." Mom was waiting for us when we entered. "Michael, Frank has something important to discuss with us. He and Margaret wanted to come, however, I told them we needed to make some purchases for Christmas; we can meet them there in the town." "Didn't he tell you the subject?" "No, he didn't". "Alright, let's go." Then addressing to me, he added, "John we'll talk it over later. I'll be here in a couple of hours." I blushed because mom looked at me wondering what was going on. They left and I sat down in front of the fire. I put an extra log on it; the flames started creeping and my thoughts went to the girl that I had loved so deeply, deeper than I thought. I was hypnotised by the view of the flames and instinctively my hand started rubbing my cock that in seconds was hard as a rock. Suddenly I heard the main door open; I retrieved my hand and tried to hide my hardness. Joan and Francis rushed in, as the little and beautiful boy jumped on top of me, straddling my legs and sat on my lap; he put his little arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips. I noticed how his little tongue tried to part my teeth; I let him in and our tongues swirled inside enjoying the sweet taste of my dear imp. I knew what he wanted because I noticed his weenie pushing my belly. I moved on the large sofa so my head rested on the couch's arm. He quickly stripped down his trousers and his thin and beautiful weenie popped inviting me to suck it. I could not help; I put my hands on the back of his butt cheeks and pulled his flawless crotch to my face, engulfing totally his package into my mouth. He started moaning as my tongue sucked and touched his little dickhead. Francis then said: "Uncle John, I want you too." I left for a moment the little sausage. "Okay. Lock the door just in case someone comes." He quickly did and I could see how his dick was tenting his tracksuit trousers. In seconds, he was naked waist down; I noticed he dragged mine to my ankles, taking off my shoes, only leaving my socks. I thought he wanted to suck me as he started doing it, however, after one minute or so, he left my wanting cock and went to the kitchen. Meanwhile, little Joan was fucking my mouth, his curly hair hanging, and his head back; he pushed his crotch against my nose as moaned loudly. I continued sucking him in the hope that the little sausage would get flaccid and satisfied after his dry orgasm, but I was wrong; he needed more. I felt how Francis was pouring oil on my dick and how he spread it. He put his left hand on my thigh; with the right, he guided my hard cock to his hole. My dick had grown a lot during the past months and I thought he ignored it and could hurt him. "Francis, don't be hurry, it is a long time since I entered you and it has grown a lot lately." He grinned; nevertheless, I could not see him because he was with his back to me, so both brothers were on top of me, back to back. "Don't worry John. I did it with Louis and there was not any problem; his dick is similar to yours." I felt a pang of jealousy of the two cousins fucking each other during my absence. In a single push, he sat on my cock, impaling himself on it to the hilt. When my dick touched that special point, he moaned. I extended my long arms and got on hand his dick; as he moved up/down I jacked him off. "Oh, John you do so good, so different..." I smiled. We started a combined move, Joan put his hand on my head and he ordered his own moves. Seconds later, he again moaned as his second dry orgasm hit him. Francis and I came together. He fell down back against his little brother and on top of me. We remained like that for a few moments. Then Francis said. "Joan, I want to suck Uncle John and he sucks me." "And what shall I do while you two enjoy?" He complained. I dragged the insatiable little imp and kissed him on the lips. "Don't worry little evil; you will also participate. While we suck each other, you can fuck him or me, at your choice. "I'll fuck my brother." We immediately went into a 69 position. I loved that beautiful butt in front of me. I eagerly took his dick into my mouth. It has also changed during the past time. I felt my cock into the warm cave of his mouth; he had become an expert cocksucker, and I was getting close to my climax. Joan jumped behind his brother and easily inserted his weenie into him. I could see him his little red lips open breathing hard as he also started to experiment with the closeness of his new climax. I was the first to come; I instinctively arched my hip as I pushed Francis' head against my crotch. I virtually gagged him. As I was gasping for air thru my nose, he pushed down and I felt his ball sack against my chin. He moaned as we fell to our sides. Little Joan fucked his brother as a rabbit. Soon he also reached his point of no return and the three in a heap slid to my right side near exhausted. After a few minutes, we moved and started laughing. I kissed tenderly both brothers. "How I like this with you, Uncle John!" Francis said. "I have missed you a lot." "Me too." Little Joan added. "We better get dressed; mom will be here within minutes," I said. Little Joan then said: "Uncle John, let's do it again; I like it. I hope you will put your dick into me." I looked tenderly into those beautiful eyes and said: "Joan, you must be very careful who does this to you. You are too little and it would hurt you very much; therefore, you must not do it with anybody, even with your brother or me. Also, both of you must keep your mouth shut. You must promise me that you would never say it to any person, even your mom or dad." Little Joan looked at me tenderly. "Uncle John, I know this is our secret, the same told me, Charlie. However, will you suck me from time to time while you are here?" I looked at both brothers and said: "I'll do it to you both beautiful brothers because you are my favourite nephews, but you must first do your Christmas' homework. Tomorrow we will organize them here; as soon as Frankie comes, we will talk it over." I kissed Francis and Joan on the lips, and both, one on each side hugged me many times before mom and dad arrived half an hour later. Chapter 41 --------------- They started offloading the pickup, and at that moment Frankie arrived; he was dressed in Sunday's clothes. I went out to help mom, and met him; we hugged. Then I said slowly. "Are you going to break all the girls' hearts?" He grinned and in the same voice, replied: "I'll be very happy breaking only yours." I grinned and we helped mom with her purchases. When we entered and left the parcels, mom put her big arms on our shoulders and dragged us to the couch. She then looked at me and said: "Your dad, Frankie's parents and I, have talked about what you both have said this morning. I must say it doesn't surprise me; I had guessed it since two years ago; however, I did not know your feelings were so deep and sincere. It pleases me that two young beings feel for each other as you do. You will need it along with your lives. It isn't so easy to find someone who cares for you properly. I have been very lucky." I could not help and a couple of tears rolled down my face. Where I expected rejection, I found comprehension and the affection that only a mother could give. I hugged her tenderly thanking for her understanding. "I am very sorry I did not tell you..." "Never mind; it is over now; however, children, you must keep in mind what dad told you and Frank has repeated to Frankie. Dear sons, you must be extremely careful about your behaviour, especially here and in the village. Within our premises, you can express your mutual feelings as two normal beings that love each other, but only when we are alone; in case there is somebody else, except Frankie's parents, your dad or myself, you must, I repeat, you must avoid any expression, except normal between two friends. For others, you have the privacy of your room where no one will disturb you." Is it clear? Both in unison said: "Yes, very clear." I added, "You won't have any complaint about that. Thanks, mom." Dad had entered and heard mom's last words. "We can trust them. Did you my dear Elise have any problem with me?" She looked at dad, stood and kissed him. "You have been the best of husbands and father in the world, and I would marry you a hundred times, even knowing what you felt." We smiled; I took Frankie from his hand and dragged him upstairs to my room. As we entered, he took me from behind and I felt his lips on mine kissing me desperately. "John, I need you." Without leaving our kiss, I dragged up his pullover over his head, lifting his shirt and underwear. My hand started exploring his smooth back; I felt his hands on mine, but I knew what he wanted and needed. I left his mouth and started caressing quickly his chest; I fell on my knees yanking down his trousers; he murmured: "John, I, I want..." He could not end the word because at that moment I took into my mouth his long stick. I placed my arms on his butt cheeks and I noticed how the muscles were trembling at my touch. The salty sensation of his abundant precum spread on my tongue and that even encouraged me on my blowjob. He was moaning and his head back. "I, I, love... you." He could not end his sentence; he pushed hard my head against his crotch as I heard a muffled groan. He almost fell on top of me. Hearing him my dick started to grow, however, I wanted only to concentrate on giving pleasure to him and releasing his body's tensions. I did not stop sucking; I cupped his ball sack and blew on his dickhead. "Please... John. I, I, want to suck you." With my mouth full, I could not speak, but in seconds, I pulled off from his cock: "Don't worry; I have had already a couple of releases. You need it more than I do." Saying this I resumed my sucking, but this time I knew it would take a little bit longer, however, the orgasm would take him to the ninth cloud and to the floor. I knew my lover very well. I explored his thighs as I was sucking him; he opened his legs giving me better access; it felt so good, so smooth... Soon he started mumbling incoherently as he was approaching his new climax. We were close to the bed, so I thought to push him on it, however, I continued. Suddenly I noticed his butt cheek muscles shrink, forcing his dick into my mouth. I sucked his rod even harder; he held his breathing, pushed against my face, as a grunt came deep from his dry throat. He fell on top of my shoulders gasping for air. Smiling I pushed him back on the bed where he fell like a ragged doll. I sucked again his cock but I noticed how quickly it was getting flaccid. I was tempted to start jacking myself off because I was very hard. Nevertheless, I rejected the idea since we would have the whole night. I scooted near him, took off his boots and trousers and I lay on his side. Tenderly I caressed him; he opened his eyes and did the same to me. Then he turned me down so his face was on top of mine. "John, why are you so good? I wanted to suck you, too." "I'm hard watching you, but I had a few releases just a few minutes before you arrived." I grinned. "Little Joan and Francis seduced me and I could not help but sucking the little boy and fucking his brother." He smiled at me and pecked me again. "You are perverting the little imps." "You are wrong, they are perverting me," I said wickedly. "I'll take care to punish you tonight for your behaviour." We laughed. "Come on, let's get ready. Have you forgotten we are obliged to go to the mass every Sunday?" "You make me forget everything!" I jumped from the bed; we cleaned our dicks, washed my face and combed my hair. He looked at me; we were on underwear, sleeveless shirt and shorts. "Why are you so handsome, John?" I looked at the large mirror, I could see two young beautiful boys in love; still their underwear tenting with their hard cocks; however, obligations were obligations. Nevertheless, I felt the happiest boy in the world. We wore corduroy trousers, boots and long socks to our knees and a thick pullover as external garments. Those were the normal clothes for boys in the village; I liked them because felt warm and were ideal for winter. We pedalled to the village, left the bikes in Frankie's home. I greeted his mom and she hugged me tenderly. We left for the church; the mass has already started and was in its second part. We sat on the back part as any man or boy; still there was the old custom of women staying separated from men, in spite of the priest encouraging them to mix up; however, only a few young couples did what the priest suggested. When the service was over, we stood outside; many boys, not close friends but old pals came to greet us; amongst them, Carlos, who approached to greet us. He was as tall as we were; however, stronger and almost in his thirteen birthday. An intelligent boy who could reach a better position in life; however, he was devoted to his parents and his farm. He was asking us about our life in school and studies, telling us how lucky we were. In those moments I spotted Lucy, Helen's friend; the memories of our meetings last summer, especially in the "Muslim Chair" and in the cave, came to me as my heart raced. "Frankie, it is Helen's friend! Sorry Carlos, will you excuse us for a moment?" I did not hear what he said because we went to meet the lovely girl and a new friend of her; a girl that I did not know. She smiled gladly when she saw us approaching. I noticed how she looked at Frankie; I was the first to arrive at where she was with her friend. "Hi Lucy, I'm glad to see you again! I see you are always accompanied by beautiful friends." The other girl looked at me with pleasure. "Hi friends, let me introduce: Frankie, John, this is Funny." We greeted each other. She explained was living in the village for a couple of months; her dad had come as a teacher for the new school. She used to live in the city, but Mr Hermann had offered his dad and mom a good job in the new institution. She then said: "I'm happy here. I have found good friends and honest people, difficult to find in the large towns." "In that case, welcome here." We were forming a group in the church's plaza; many boys and girls watched us as they were returning home. Then I said, "Can we accompany you to the park? They looked at each other and Fanny answered: "Why not?" We live not far from your house. My home is Lucy's next door." Then I realised I had left alone Carlos. I went to him. He was very sad and clearly showing he was upset as if we had spoiled something. "Sorry Carlos, Lucy is an old friend. Do you want to join us? We are taking them home; the other girl is new here and a beautiful one." However, as he doubted, I said, "Have we spoiled anything?" He immediately blushed and almost certainly felt that we were not the cause of his problems. "No. It is okay with me. Well... I will accompany you on part of the way. My dad is waiting for me." I knew he was not telling me the truth, and that was a stupid excuse, however, I did not want to embarrass him. He joined us; I could observe how furtively he looked at Lucy. We continued chatting and few streets down Carlos said, "I must leave, I expect to see you and chat, I would like you gave me some information regarding the school's life. Glad to see you again. I'll see you some time." Without waiting for our reply, he spun and took the first street on the left. Then Fanny staring at him said: "He is a good boy, but stupid and uneducated! That's not the way to say goodbye to old friends and to someone to whom he is supposed to love." We were shocked since we ignored Carlos dated any of them, however, Lucy immediately clarified it as she said: "He is not stupid or uneducated Fanny; perhaps he is pissed off because I told him I won't ever accept his way of thinking. I won't be a slave to anyone, and let alone, to endure what his mom and mine are suffering. I'm free and I'll be forever, whether he likes it or not." Frankie then intervened: "I think we have spoiled something. I'm sorry but we didn't know..." Lucy smiled and answered: "You haven't spoiled anything, on contrary, your presence has strengthened my position and determination, and I'm not ready to change." Guessing what was on, I said: "I would suggest you both talk. Carlos is an excellent boy and friend and I'm sure he hadn't any intention of offending us." "You can bet for that, John." We continued walking; and in a moment, that Frankie was joking with Fanny, I said. "Lucy I would like to say you something regarding Helen; if it is possible, in private." "You can talk freely, John. Fanny is my best friend and I haven't any secret to hide from her." "Well, perhaps it won't look important to you, but it is. I don't know how or where to write to Helen. I suppose you have connexion with her and I would want you to tell her that I have something very important to tell her; it is extremely confidential and I'm not allowed even to tell you." She looked at me and grinned. She probably thought about a love message. "I regret to tell you that I haven't heard from her since she left the village. I know she is in an orphanage in the city; that's all; therefore I won't be able to give her your message; however, if an opportunity arises you can be sure I'll tell her." "Thanks, Lucy." We changed the subject until we said goodbye. They walked up to their home and Frankie and me to his. I told Frankie all about Helen family sickness, besides what I had told Lucy. He thought for a minute then he argued: "John, that's extremely dangerous; however, I suppose she has been informed about it." "Are you sure?" "No, I'm not; but in any case, you have done what you could. If there is a person who can contact Helen, that person is Lucy. She hasn't left any family behind to whom we could ask." I did not argue, we entered his house and started to work on the project while Frank was getting ready the lunch. We had planned to spend the day in the village and at the sunset, return to the farm. Suddenly we heard some knocks on the main door and Frank went to open it; it was Carlos. "Hey Carlos, it is a long time without seeing you! I suppose you want to greet the boys. Come in, they are in my office working." He, embarrassed, said: "Well sir, if they are busy I'll come back some other day." "No. You aren't a stranger. Frankie! John!, you have a visit here." We met him; he blushed because he thought was interrupting us. "Well, I, I have just come to offer you an apology for my behaviour this morning." I thought he would feel more comfortable outside, so I motioned him to go out. "Thanks, John, I'll feel better here." He continued: "We have been good friends during the past years and I was stupid, but it has nothing to do with you. Sorry again." Frankie put his arm on Carlos strong shoulders. "We were embarrassed, too; however, we ignored you both..." Carlos blushed. "Well, I, I, I like her, you know. She is a pretty girl, one of the prettiest..." "Carlos, I would suggest you openly talk to her. I know her; she has an open spirit and ready to accept any opinion; however, she feels free and, as many of us, not ready to accept the past as good. Last summer, during our walks, she recognized what her mom had endured and suffered..." Carlos said. "Deep inside me, I agree with her but... Anyway, I'll follow your advice, better to talk and not to be a silly ass." We laughed together. He promised to see us and to play some soccer with the rest of friends, as in the old times. When we were alone, Frankie said: "John, what's about if he sometimes finds out about the cave and..." "Don't be silly. Who would tell him, you? "Of course, not." "In that case, forget it. Remember she has a free spirit." We laughed and entered the house to continue our job. Chapter 42 -------------- Four months later, during the Easter holidays, Fanny invited Lucy to spend four days at her Granny's home in the city. Her parents gave permission and the two girls gleefully travelled with his dad to see her Granny. Once there, the old woman received happily her granddaughter and her friend. The following day, Sunday, as they had planned, asked the old woman where the orphanage was. The bus stop was only two blocks on the same street. They took it and after near half an hour, they were on the outskirts of the city. They saw an assembly of red brick buildings with many trees and sports fields. They thought that place was what they were looking for; however, it did not match with the instructions that her Granny had given them, besides they could observe many boys playing soccer. Lucy asked: "What is this? A woman that was carrying a little baby on her lap answered. "That is a school of boys, but only for the rich ones, daughter. It is JJ's. She immediately realised that was our school. It was only three bus stops separated from Helen's; however, I learnt this some years later when my girl was not there. They came out from the bus just at the main gate of the orphanage. It was a depressed place, thousands of years separated from our school. They entered the visitors' large room and asked a nun for their friend. She did not ask anything. Called other nun and ten minutes later the two friends were facing each other fascinated and astonishing. Tears came down their young cheeks and impulsively they went into a tender hug sobbing. Helen then said: "I can't believe you are here, Lucy. I have missed you so much." They broke their hug; she took Lucy's hand to a corner near a window where they sat on a wooden bench. She then realised the presence of the other girl. Sorry Lucy, with the emotion I have forgotten about your friend." "It is my fault." She introduced Fanny and they kissed on the cheeks. "She is my best friend in the village. We would have made an excellent triple if you still were there." Helen looked at her astonished. "But... do you still live in our village?" "Of course I do, the same house, the same street, the same..." Helen interrupted her. "I wrote you four letters; three were sent back with "unknown addressee" written on them." Now the surprised one was Lucy. "I answered you the first letter and two more, but I never received any answer." Helen in a low voice said. "I suppose these bastards have censored them. It is not the first time. Other girls warned me when they watched me writing. I was so innocent... I hate this entire hypocrite... Never mind, you are here and that what matters." She could not stop herself asking for everybody, she wanted to know what had happened during the almost one year since she had left. Then the unavoidable question aroused. "How are them; I suppose you have seen..." Lucy blushed and her friend understood why, however, that was her most loved secret. "Yes, I met them last Christmas. As we have grown they have too; now they are two very handsome lads." She then turned to Fanny: "We are referring to John and Frankie." She continued: "John continues being great and lovely to talk to, and still has that beautiful tuft that you liked so much." Helen blushed and sighed embarrassed by the other girl's presence. "He is not a pretty boy, but a very handsome lad. Yes, I must admit it: I deeply loved him. He was brave in that last moment..." Fanny looked at the two old friends; however, Lucy gazed at her telling in silence: "I'll tell you later". "Besides, he is intelligent and not a conceited and stupid boy." As she paused, Lucy said: "He gave me a message for you that I didn't understand, he said: =if you ever see Helen, please, tell her that I need to say her something very, very important. I do not know where to call or write to her. I have not any problem with the mail; therefore, you can give her my school's address or let me know hers. Sorry I cannot tell you because I'm not allowed to do it.=" Helen thought for a moment, and then she grinned, placed her hands on her friend's lap: "I don't know either. I have mentally taken down his address. In any case, you have transmitted the message to me. When I stay in the next school, I will try to contact him, if I can do so. Yes. I have not told you, but they have informed me that in my uncles' will, they left me a little bit of money after selling and paying their debts caused by the illness. He expressly says this money must be spent on my education; therefore, the authorities will place me in an orphan school of girls until I am 18 y/o or before, if someone adopts me. I don't know where it is." Tears came again to both. They changed the subject and talked about Carlos and other persons of the village. When the visit ended, they hugged and again with tears said goodbye. They knew would never see each other again. They were on the bus returning home, in silence. Fanny did not want to interrupt her friend's thoughts. Suddenly, Lucy said: "She really was in love with that boy; in the last moment, after our farewell, he left the bike on the floor, ran back to us and kissed her on the lips in the middle of the street. It was more than a peck but not very long; fortunately, no one was at sight; but he didn't mind doing it and she accepted it. I think only a few 12 y/o boys would dare to do so." "Well, that might have an explanation," Fanny said. "He also loved her, however, he wouldn't tell you." ****************** We spent the afternoon setting up all the ideas necessary to start the following day. I had told Joan and Francis that we would start organizing something like a school to help them to do their Christmas homework; what we really wanted was to be free during the second week without the burden of the work; to do whatever we liked, and we had some plans. Before the sunset, we left for the farm. It was a chilly evening but a beautiful sunset that we watched as we approached the farm. As soon as we arrived, Joan, Francis, Louis and Manuel came; as usual, noisily, they greeted us. I had to recognize that the twins, like the rest, have grown a lot and they were very handsome boys. They looked healthy and strong; their skin was brown and many freckles spotted under their eyes. Then I said: "If we want to play, we need to work before. I would suggest we do all our homework during the next week, and then we can forget about it." Manuel and Louis were not convinced. Louis said: "If we spend the morning working, after lunch, there is not a time to play soccer or ride the bikes." "We have time enough," Francis argued. Let's vote for the different options." Soon he was learning democratic manoeuvres. I thought. We agreed to spend the morning working; therefore, we would start the following morning without any excuse at 9:00. The twins protested it was too early for them, but accepted. Before we went to bed, we prepared all that we needed and disposed of tables as desks, so that everybody had space to work comfortably. The girls, as a whole, refused to join us. After dinner, we said goodnights and went upstairs into my room. I closed the door behind us but did not lock it. It had been over months that we had not slept together without caring about who would disturb us. We needed it! Slowly we approached each other; I could see the tent forming on his corduroy trousers. We went into a strong hug. Our mouths eagerly stick and our tongues met swirling inside for a few minutes. We started stripping each other, I was not as quick as he was, and when still I was on my short underwear he was naked and his glorious dick jerking up in a little angle to his flawless tummy. He then separated and looked at me: "You look so beautiful and sexy John that I would like to eat you." Without any extra word, he placed his left hand under my balls and took my dick into his mouth, including the fabric. I quivered in delight; however, I wanted him before he could have me. I dragged him to the bed; I took off my shorts and tossed them on the other bed. We did what we had missed for so long, I sucked and fucked him; however, at that moment of relaxing, a wave of shame and regret overwhelmed my soul; I started sobbing like a little child, my tears dropped on his back. He felt the warm water running his back and knew what was happening to me. He turned over, took my cheeks between his palms and kissed me tenderly. "I love you too much, John, You have done nothing wrong, I asked you to do it. Please, please, don't cry or I'll start doing it myself." I reacted and hugged him. How could he be so good, so great? I had offended him and still, he was encouraging me and caressing me. "Frankie, Frankie! I adore you. How could I have done it?" "Because we adore each other. We agreed to do it only in special moments, and this is one of them." More comforted I buried my face in his chest. He added, "Believe me; it has been marvellous; not as good as with the girls, but good enough." "In that case, you must do it to me." He tenderly gazed at me, wiping my tears, and then said: "I'm sure we will enjoy it." He grinned. "You have the most beautiful butt cheeks I ever saw. I like them. However, I want to explore you before that. "What are you waiting for? He started teasing me tickling in my armpits; soon I forgot my previous regrets and sorrows and our mouths commenced giving us pleasure. "How great he is, my God!" I thought. He explored me as I have done to him. When he arrived at my crotch he wrapped with his hand my hard pole, then slowly he lapped it and took into his mouth. Instinctively I raised my hips as he was blowing me. It felt so, so good...! He finished on my toes. "Turn over my beautiful boy." I did quickly placing my left hand cupping my dick and slowly masturbating it. "Don't do that, I want you all for me." I grinned and retrieved my hand so he could see it. He started on my neck, caressing my hair and biting my ears. "You still have that lovely mole behind your ear." I felt a kiss on there. I quivered in love with my Friend. "Yes, it is the family mark on all male members." "I like it. It is a pity you have not it on your dick." He continued and did to me what I had done to him just minutes before. Exhausted we happily drifted to sleep. Nine hours later, at 7:00, I woke up and I found myself stuck to Frankie on our right side; his left hand hugging me and sleeping serenely, however, his dick was hard pushing between my legs. I felt the need of peeing. Carefully I moved off; when I finished peeing, I laid behind him; some minutes later, I entered in a lovely slumber and dream. Helen and I were in the cave naked; she smiled at me: "Please John, let's play to be husband and wife, I want a baby from you as my uncle did." I answered. "But I'm still dry; I haven't any seed inside me!" I looked at her gently, and she said, "Never mind, perhaps a miracle can occur and we can have our baby." We fucked and I felt her hands pushing my butt against her pussy as I was telling her. "I love you, Helen." As I reached my climax, everything disappeared. I found my beautiful Frankie smiling, still his hand wrapping his dick after masturbating himself and blowing me. "To whom did you make love, John?" I told him every moment of the dream. "It was so real, so beautiful!" He smiled. "Come on, let's get up, it is near 8:00 and we have a lot to do. It has been a great night John." "Yes, as I expected it." We went to the bathroom. We had a quick shower; soaped, cleaned and dried each other. On underwear and sleepers, we went down to the kitchen. We could hear my dad and mom snoring. We prepared and had a huge breakfast, we cleaned dishes and when we were leaving the kitchen, Frankie dragged me from my hand, and then looked at me: "You look so sexy and beautiful, John." I like you very much, John." "I like you too, Frankie." We ran upstairs near naked to get dressed. "Your shoulder's scar is more alive than ever before, John. He touched and licked it and I rubbed it with my fingers. A lovely sensation went thru my spine. We dressed and started working in the living room; soon the twins, Joan and Francis joined us and started our Christmas' school works. The second day after finishing, midday, Manuel said: "John, if we give you a nice surprise on Christmas, would you make a favour to Louis and me?" I looked a little bit puzzled and Frankie then said: "You don't need to give us a nice surprise. We can do a favour, no matter what it is whenever we are able to do it." The twins chuckled in complicity. "It is nice, funny and you have a week to do it." I thought where I had heard those words before. I smiled. "Granted, however, subjected you continue working with us as you have done up today." "Okay." Francis and little Joan looked at us; it was clear they did not know anything about it; therefore, we could not speculate about or guess what all was about. Chapter 43 --------------- Four days later, Christianity celebrated the birth of Jesus. The last day of classes, Joan came excited with a letter in his hands: "Uncle John, Frankie, I have received a letter from Charlie, he sends you a great hug for both of you!" It was a surprise because I did not know he kept writing with his summer friend; I felt ashamed because I had not asked him; however, Nuria kept us informed. "How is he, Joan?" "He is very happy, not only himself but especially Margarita, Françoise and their cousin Jeanette." We looked at each other but he continued: "He has found his mom and now lives with them in a large house that his dad has purchased in Paris." I was to argue him because we knew Charlie's mother had died in a road accident near four years back, but Nuria stared us as telling she would explain it later; however, the little boy continued: "Well, she is not exactly his mom, but almost it, she is his mom's twin sister; nobody knew she existed, but Charlie discovered her. He said she is so equally that right now, he cannot remember any difference; she tells him the same words, kisses... It is as if they had been separated a few years; besides her name is Margarita. "But that's impossible; Margarita was their mother," Frankie argued. The boy grinned triumphantly as he said: "You are wrong. Now they have known her real name was Jeanette." Then Nuria added: "She lost her memory due to a rail crash that separated them. She went into an orphanage where Françoise and Margarita's father took her for marrying. Her sister lived with their neighbours until she married their son and had a daughter; also named Jeanette. Her husband died three years ago, so she has been a widow and just last week married Patrick, Charlie's father. The funny thing is that they had been living for more than twenty years only separated by one hundred kilometres, ignoring each other's existence." As usual in our country, all family, including Frankie parents, joined in a common feast where the adults allowed children to drink a little light alcohol beverage; it lasted until 2:00 am of the following day. Little Frank was the fresher one and he continued arguing "bed no, mom, bed no." However, the great surprise for Frankie and me came after dinner, when we were ready to start singing Christmas songs. The twins, Nuria and Francis disappeared; they came back a couple of minutes later; Louis and Manuel carrying their guitars, and Nuria and Francis their lutes. We knew the difficulty of playing the guitar, but sometimes Mother Nature gifts people in a different way, sharing the greatnesses amongst her sons. Maths, geography or languages, were terrible handicaps for the twins; however, Mother Nature had bestowed the facility upon them for the music, especially the guitar. As we knew later, during the past four months they had learnt what most would have taken years. In view of their keenness and facility, Mr Hermann had contracted a teacher that was astonished by his pupils; he strongly recommended that the children should assist to classes in the Conservatory in the city next year. They looked proudly at us showing the guitars. That night they were wearing baggy corduroy short trousers like the majority of boys of our age. My dad offered them a chair each, and as professionals, they sat and raised his left leg to support the guitars. I could see their white thighs to near their buttocks. The little band started playing. Nuria and Francis did quite well, however, their instruments did not represent the difficulty of guitars. Applauses and hugs came from everywhere after each performance. We were open-mouthed; I felt the same as when I heard Pedro playing the piano, but in this case, the difficulty was greater. When they finished, dad put on the record player with music to dance. When we were a little bit separated, the twins approached us. Manuel asked: "Did you like it, John?" I hugged him and Frankie did to Louis. "It has been more than a surprise Manuel, it has been great! Marvellous! I would like Pedro was here to listen to your concert. Thanks, boys." They sighed. "There are many persons who can learn maths or geography, however, only a few are gifted with such a talent as you both have. Congratulations!" I hugged them again, they were radiant with our appreciation. "Don't forget your own us a favour." Frankie then said: "We are ready to grant you what you ask us. You deserve anything." They proudly hugged us. Francis was distracted explaining little Joan how he must learn to play the lute. I dragged him to a corner and kissed him right on the lips. He responded with his body stick to mine. "I love you, Francis. How did you learn to play the lute so quickly." "Manuel and Louis taught my sister and me. They are good teachers. It is not difficult to play, the problem is to learn the music; however, most of what we have played tonight is in our mind. The teacher said that we are good; nevertheless, they are super. By the way, what is the favour they asked you?" "We still don't know; however, you deserve what you like." "Anything?" "Yes, my beautiful little boy; anything that I can provide." He thought for a moment, and then said: "Can I sleep with you next time Frankie is not here?" I grinned because I knew what he wanted. "Yes, if mom agrees to it." "What's about next Saturday?" I had my arms on his shoulders and squeezed them; I looked into his radiant eyes. "Okay. Next Saturday." We spent nights and days together; we worked hard and our project progressed at our entire satisfaction. The boys were glad when Saturday evening we had got rid of our homework. The twins played the guitars every night for a minimum of an hour, however, that was not a work, but enjoyable for them. The following day was Sunday and New Year eve, so Frankie returned home since the next day all the family, including Margaret and Frank, would welcome the New Year; the year we would enter into puberty and converted in teenagers! Before he left, we went upstairs to my room and embraced tenderly. "John, it is hard to leave you." "Frankie, it is only a few hours, besides we must fulfil with what we promised. He left. Francis asked whether he could sleep with me, my sister consented, but advising him that he would accept when Joan also asked for it. After dinner, he brought his lute and we went to my room. We stripped to underwear and sat on the bed; he tried to teach me how to play it. Soon we were tired. We got rid of our underwear and we went under the covers. I liked the feeling of his beautiful eyes in front of me; he still had that silky sandy hair, however, his eyes now were green with large lashes that made me quiver when he was near me. I could not resist the temptation and kissed him tenderly on his soft and thick lips. I tried not to convert those moments into sexy ones, however, as soon as he felt my lips on his, his tongue parted my teeth and we started caressing passionately. "Please, Uncle John, fuck me. I want you inside me, you are so tender and it feels so good..." I caressed him gently on the tip of his nose. "Francis, I love you too much; you should not ask me that." "I ask you for it because I know you worship me. I would never ask if I knew you didn't." How could I resist that argument? "Okay, but I want you to enjoy something before." He grinned because he guessed what was next. I started by his ears a full special blowjob. When I finally returned to his jerking dick, he was moaning and close to his first dry orgasm of that night. I sucked it enthusiastically; he then mumbling said: "I, I, want to suck you." I was very close to my climax. I embraced him and turned around so he was now on top of me. Soon I felt his lovely lips on my thick dickhead. "It is much bigger than when you went to school." I grinned, hardly I could take his full package into my mouth. I noticed he could not breathe; I arched my hips and nearly gagged him as a lovely orgasm hit my body. I sucked him even harder, he moaned and pushed down his crotch smashing my nose; he then fell with his head between my legs gasping for air. I turned and took him between my arms, his beautiful head on my right shoulder. I kissed him repeatedly while he recovered. I could not help but I hugged him very tight to my chest. He murmured, "I'll never stop loving you, Uncle John." I ruffled his hair. "You know you are my favourite nephew, don't you?" He grinned satisfied and sighed; then gave me a peck on the lips. "I know, because of that I always ask you because I know you will never say no to me." I laughed, teased him with ticklish his lovely armpits. He started laughing with that musical voice of him that got me to heaven. I truly adored my nephew, I was in his hands and he knew it; fortunately, he never used that powerful weapon against me. "I'll do whatever you ask me. You are right; I won't ever be able to deny you." He grinned wickedly, took my almost erected dick in his hand. "In that case, you are my slave and want you to fuck me," I smirked. "How would you like it?" "I'll leave you the lead." We did as he requested me, and both enjoyed as we had done many times before. Then he repeated again. "I'll never stop loving you." I kissed his hair; extended my hand and dragged the covers. He was already asleep. I slid him softly to his left side; I hugged him tenderly. A few minutes later, I was as asleep as he was. I woke up eight hours later, at dawn; approximately the time we used to get up at the school. My little angel was hard asleep in the same position with a lovely smile on his lips; however, he was not fully on his side, but near on his back. His beautiful golden hair parted covering his ears. I slid my hand along his smooth chest and belly until I touched his dick that was erect. Carefully I uncovered him; it was warm in my room, so I did not fear he might wake up with the cold temperature. In the dim light, I could watch his hard sausage and his little nuts hanging delicately to his butt. I saw the tip of his dickhead showing thru the foreskin. That view got me hard and I could not help but I placed my tongue carefully on it and teased the head with the tip. He moaned in his dream as a wonderful smiled appeared on his face. With my lips, I peeled slowly the foreskin down, and softly I started sucking his tender and smooth dickhead. I deepened my sucking engulfing totally his dick. I heard moans and I felt his hands on top of my head pushing down my face to engulf entirely him. He opened his eyes and murmured "Please, don't stop. It is so, so good... Please lye near me." A few minutes later, I could not avoid my body getting rigid as he arched up his hips trying to get deeper and deeper into my mouth. We exploded near at the same time in a lovely dry orgasm with a muffled groan. I continued sucking him until I felt his cock started getting flaccid. He motioned me to his side; he put his arms around my neck and kissed me tenderly once more. He smiled and closed his large eyes. A couple of minutes later he was asleep again. Near two hours later, I got up; had a quick shower, and dressed in pyjama, went to the kitchen to have some breakfast. I put extra wood on the fire and started reading a new book about Finance as recommended by the librarian of the school. Dad and mom came down and found me there, like every morning. "Son, can't you get used to sleeping later?" "I can't, mom." They went to make their chores and helped in what they wanted me. Francis got up near 10:00. He came down with his hair scrambled and sat on my lap; he looked around, and not seeing anyone in sight, he placed a gentle kiss on my lips. "Thanks, John for the wonderful night and the better morning." I hugged him. He then went to the kitchen to make himself breakfast, after finishing, he ran to his house. Frankie, the twins and the girls arrived after lunch to prepare the living and dining rooms as a whole room for the night. It was a memorable night, as the previous year. We prepared the grapes and we ate them with the sound of the bell announcing the end of the year. Kisses, hugs and best wishes were expressed, without caring who was present. A few minutes after midnight, the phone rang; it was James and Martin. "Best wishes and a great hug for all of you, especially for you and Frankie," the modulated and beautiful Martin's voice said. He continued: "We are at home and James is on the other receiver." James repeated the congratulations, then slowing his voice he added: "John, we are enjoying a great honeymoon." I blushed, thinking about them. "Congratulation! Frankie's here." We talked for a few minutes and said goodbye. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang again. This time was the call that everybody was waiting for. Jim, Margarita, Françoise and Charlie were there. You can imagine how tears came down on both sides of the line. Finally, Joan took the receiver to hear Charlie. "Joan, Joan, I like you; I have missed you. I would like to be there..." He slowed his voice. "I want to kiss you on the lips, my pretty friend." "I miss you, too. Charlie, please don't say it because I will start sobbing; kiss your new mom for me. Will you?" "I'll do it right now, but I, I'm sobbing, Joan. I'm sorry; all the best." He scarcely could mutter. Joan left the receiver and ran to my room. I thought to go behind him, but I knew how he felt; he was a little boy, but he knew what love was with his best friend. Days elapsed and we spent them together with the twins and Francis riding the bikes and playing soccer. Normally in the morning, we read and heard music while the twins worked on their guitars. We went to the mass but we did not see the girls. On January 4th, dad, mom, my sister and her children, went to the city, mostly to buy presents for the coming Mage Kings' day. As Frankie and I were reading, the twins came in. "We think you owe us a favour," Manuel said. I had forgotten my promise; Frankie smiled. "We are ready to fill our promise; isn't true John?" "Yes, we are." Louis looked at us wickedly. "In that case, let's go." We left the books and followed them to the barn; however, they did not use the main gate, but went to the back of the old building and entered thru a little door, closing it behind. "My elder sister is always trying to find out what's going on between Manuel and me. She is sort of gossiper." I grinned. He lifted the entrance to the cave and immediately I guessed my promise. He lighted the miner lamp and white bluish light filled the room. He closed the tramp and I could see the cave had improved. It was clean and tidy and a bed was ready with three old blankets, probably prepared that morning. We did not need words; Frankie took Louis from behind and started mutually undressing. Manuel extended his strong arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips passionately. He then said: "John, we want a little fun and you fuck us before you go to school again," I said nothing, he started stripping but I stopped him. "Manuel, I like doing it myself. Please sit down and raise your knees." He did and I saw the contrast of his white thighs against the tan of his nude knees; that vision got me hard. I slid my hands under his buggy short trousers rubbing slowly his flesh. He moaned, stretched his legs and placed his hands back for support. I reached his crotch and took in my hands his package, only separated by the fabric. I retrieved my left hand and unbuttoned his shorts; he raised his ass and I dragged his trousers and underwear to his knees. The glorious view of his erected dick popped out into sight; I could not help but I wrapped it with my hand squeezing it. He moaned in pleasure. "Let's undress." We stripped each other and started doing him special treatment, beginning from his ears lobes. When I arrived at his dick, I could observe how it has grown; it was bigger than mine was. I could see a few tiny pubes on its base. I thought he might be very close to his first ejaculation. I could not resist and I took it into my mouth. He was rubbing my hair and my back. "Please John, I'm very close and I would like to suck you, too." I left my blowjob and took his lips in my mouth. The twins were not pretty boys as Frankie or Francis, but his freckles, red hair and his brown large eyes were something that probably would make mad many girls. Now close to their puberty, they were desirable. I was close, too, and probably a few minutes more kissing and grinding our crotches would have produced the same results; however, I wanted to please him; so, we got into a 69 position and we sucked each other as Louis and Frankie were doing. Soon he arched his hips as I pushed down and we reached the orgasm. I recovered my original position near him and rubbed his smooth face. "Now I want you to fuck me," Manuel said. "Your cock has grown a lot and I want to feel it inside me; besides, I like watching how Louis is also fucked." We grinned. "Okay. I like to watch you and you watch me, however, we'll do it a little bit differently." He took some oil and spread it on my dick. "I suppose I don't need to lubricate your butt." "No, you don't. It is enough with you. I'm used to Louis and he has a thicker tool." We smiled, but it was true. Probably the length was very much the same, but not the diameter. I lay on my back on the blanket and I motioned him to impale himself but with his back to me. He sat slowly on my dick and in a single push, I went all the way into him. He started moaning as my dick reached his sweet point. "It is lovely John, but I want to watch you." "Turn around," I muttered; he did and now he was straddling me, his knees bent and sat on my dick. His cock was hard and pointing to my face. He bent over and our mouths met for a few minutes, his dick rubbing against my tummy. We were close to our orgasm, so I stopped for a while until we recovered our breathing and cooled down. "Now Manuel, we'll exchange position." He raised himself and I heard the classical "flop" as my hard penis came out from his ass. He was lying on his back; I raised his knees to his chest, extended his legs and I took his dickhead in my mouth sucking it keenly. I felt his hands on my head and his moans as his lust increased, wiggling his head to each side of the bed. I knew he was near to coming as I was, but I wanted to prolong that as much as possible; I wanted he kept a good memory of that day. As he was, I left his dick that was jerking in anticipation and I inserted my dick in his butt, he was now very excited. "John, please; don't tease me any more; fuck me hard until the end. I can't bear it." I obeyed. I placed my left hand on his chest for support, and then I started fucking him. I took his dick in my right hand and I began thrusting him. As our lust rose, I increase the pace of my thrusts and my jerks to his dick. Suddenly, I noticed how his bowels pressed my dick inside his butt; he held his breathing raising his hips as I felt that tremendous orgasm. I entirely pushed my dick into him and I was amused and surprised as I heard a groan followed by a shot of clear whitish liquid from his dick that landed on his belly button. A couple more followed that dribbled along my fist, still gripping his jerking dick. He had his eyes closed in ecstasies, so he ignored what had happened. When I recovered my breathing, I bent and kissed him tenderly on the lips, and then I smiled. "Congratulations Manuel! You are a man! Louis had had his orgasm, too, and Frankie was petting him and telling the same words." Manuel with blurred eyes extended his strong arms and we hugged; then I showed him my fist and he licked it until it was clean. He rubbed his belly and crotch and took the remainder of his first semen to his mouth. However, the best part was when Louis raised himself from Frankie and came to his cousin; they hugged very tightly and tenderly for a long time. "I love you Louis with all my heart." Louis looked into his cousin's eyes, tenderly answered him. "I adore you, too, Manuel. No one could love you more than I do." The emotion overtook us and the four started caressing in a heap, our bodies now comforted with our lust satisfied. Then Manuel said: "I want to see it by myself. Can we do it again, John?" "Yes, but we should wait a few minutes until your balls refill; you may have the same feeling, but perhaps you would spurt nothing. On the other hand, from now on, you must take care when you fuck a girl, she could get pregnant and have a baby from you." He looked into his cousin's face. "I don't think so. By now we are not fond of girls; I have a beautiful boy to fuck and he has me." They locked in a long embrace. I could not resist their happiness and Frankie and I sealed our mouths, too. After almost half an hour of petting and enjoying our mutual friendship, Louis said: "I'm hard again. Can we start?" Frankie looked at me. "Yes, we can. From now on, you should not abuse this, three times a day is correct. That was what an MD teacher secretly told us." Then Manuel said. "We can change this time; however, I would want to be in front of Louis." "No problem. We can fuck you from behind. That's nice too." Therefore, we did. The twins lay on his side in front of each other and started kissing and mutually slowly jacking off one another. I raised Louis right leg and I pushed my slipping dick into him. I placed my right hand on his hip and the left caressing him. I dribbled his collarbone and started fucking him. Soon moans started and after some minutes, we were sweating and fucking them like wild dogs. When I felt our climaxes were approaching, I dragged him to me and replaced Manuel's hand on his dick as Frankie did the same. We wanted not to spoil the semen. Being stimulated on both sides, the twins entwined their hands, stopped breathing and with a loud grunt they both started to spurt his lovely clear semen, as before, but in a small amount. I pulled Louis to my crotch and I pushed my cock up into his bowels as I reached my new climax. We were exhausted, so we remained for a few minutes without moving; then Louis and Manuel licked each other's tummy like a mother kitten and then kissed tenderly, enjoying the taste of their seeds. We retrieved from their butts with our dicks flaccid. Chapter 44 --------------- The departure's day arrived a few days later. In order to take a little advantage, we postponed it to early the day when classes would start, so I went soon to bed and set my alarm clock to 6:00 am. I had just entered under the covers when the beautiful Joan came in, and without any question and before I could say anything, he stripped naked and entered under the covers. Even if I had wanted I could not say anything to that little imp, he hugged me and started kissing me gently. "Uncle John. I'm sad because you are leaving us." "It won't be very long; in any case, you can ask your dad to visit me in the school." "I know, but there I can't sleep with you and make things to you." I chuckled and hugged him to me. "So you like me only to enjoy and have fun." He opened his eyes wide, his silky blond hair on his face. "I love you even if you don't want to make me feel good." He made a pout. I could not resist and I started petting around him his face, his ears, his armpits, his navel, and finally, took his little weenie in my mouth and commenced sucking him for a while. "Is this what you really wanted?" He openly smiled. "Yes, but I also want to sleep with you tonight." Saying that he planted his lips on mine parted my teeth and forced his tongue into my mouth. Suddenly he straddled me; I felt his erected little dick rubbing my navel; my dick started leaking precum and that was placed in his crevice. He noticed it there pushing in. He moaned: "Please Uncle John, put your dick into me." I kissed him tenderly. "No Joan, my precious little boy. You are too small for my penis and I might hurt you. I like you too much." "But I want it. I don't mind if you hurt my butt." I rubbed his smooth boy cheeks with the back of my hand tenderly. "Joan, I can't. Would you do it to me if you knew would hurt me?" "Never! I love you, Uncle John." He realised what he was saying, he grinned and a beautiful grimace came on his face. "But you can make me feel good with your mouth." I did not say anything. I dragged him to me. He understood, raised himself and placed his hand on the bed's headboard. His little-erected dick was now rubbing my chin; therefore, I took his whole package into my mouth and started sucking him. Soon he was gasping and moaning; I felt his first dry orgasm as he pushed up his cock up to my palate. I could not help my right hand started jacking my dick off. My left one wandered his back, his hair, and his neck. Again, I felt how he pushed hard into my mouth as he again had a new dry orgasm. I was close to mine, but he paused and scooted down to my chest, so his dick left my mouth and I felt it on my crotch. I thought it was enough, but I was wrong. "It feels so, so good... I want it once more." I grinned and he resumed his position. I teased his sensitive dickhead and sucked it eagerly. He moaned loudly as I raised my hips with my orgasm as he also reached his climax. He was sweating; he scooted a little bit down and fell on top of me; his pretty face locked to mine. We remained for a few minutes quietly and soon I realised he was deeply asleep. I kissed him on the forehead; dressed him in his underwear and tucked him in my bed. "What a beautiful little boy he is!" I thought. I went to the bathroom to clean my dick and my face. I returned to my room and I heard some conversation downstairs. I was naked and I thought to sleep on the other bed, otherwise, I would wake him up in the morning or during the night. I was just separating the covers when I heard a soft knock on the door. It opened and I saw in the doorway the most beautiful boy I had ever seen: Francis. The room illuminated as if an angel had entered. I turned and my dick immediately started getting hard. I extended my arms to him as he ran and jumped on my arms. "I love you, John." I felt his tears on my chest, I raised his beautiful chin and I kissed him on the lips. I knew what he was feeling and what he wanted. I stripped him down and there, near the bed, I took his dick in my mouth and I started sucking him excitedly, desperately, as if there was no tomorrow. He moaned, his hands on my head pushing it to his crotch. In a few minutes, his knees buckled as he reached his first orgasm. He felt on top of my shoulders gasping for air. I took him on my arms and still not recovered, I placed him on the bed. I lay beside him. I wanted him near me. I was harder than ever and I needed a release, but as it happened many times with Frankie, I preferred not to move, I wanted the affection instead of the sex. However, those were my intentions, but not his. After a few minutes, his young body had recovered. "I could not leave this night without being with you; so it has been wonderful when Joan had not returned, giving me the opportunity to come." I pecked him on the lips softly. "You did perfect my beautiful boy. I like you too much and I have been thinking about you, but you are here now and I want to please you." "John, I want you to fuck my ass. I am already prepared, so you don't need to lube your dick. I want you entirely as you are." Saying this, he raised himself, gave me his back and uncovered me. He took my hard dick with his left hand and guided it to his butt. My penis went entirely inside him with a single slow push. He moaned in delight as he pumped himself in and out of my penis. I scarcely could remain quiet; he turned and our mouths locked in a long moment. I took his dick in my right hand as he moved up and own. A few thrusts more and I felt my orgasm rising from my toes to the tip of my dick. I raised my hips and pushed my cock as far as I could into him. Being stimulated on both sides, he got rigid as he also reached his climax. He fell on top of me with a loud groan. I caressed his back and his lovely hair. When we recovered, we smiled and I caressed him softly. "I worship you, Francis. I'll miss you very much." We remained quiet for a few minutes until my dick again came to life. "I like to make you special since it will last until I return in summer." "It will be very long, but I'll wait until you come." We kissed and I started making him a slow and especial blow and fucking job. I did and embraced as we were, I thought I might get asleep, however, looking at my beautiful nephew he had entered the realm of the dreams. I slid out of the bed and washed in the bathroom. I took him on my arms and tucked with his brother in my bed. I entered under the covers of the other bed; a few minutes later, I heard someone peeking thru the door, it was my sister Rosemary. "I should have supposed they would sleep here." "It does not matter," mom said, "John loves very much your sons. He would have missed them, anyway." They closed the door and I drifted to sleep. Before the alarm clock started, I stopped it. I got up, had a quick shower, dressed and gave a kiss to my angels. I could not help a blur in my eyes as I closed the door behind me carrying my suitcase. I had breakfast, and after kissing mom with some tears, we left. We picked up Frankie and his dad and boarded the train. A taxi took us to the school's main gate; it was 8:00 am. We said goodbye and embraced our dads. At that moment, we were checking in, we watched a large luxury car with diplomatic plates stops, descending from it James, Martin, Willy and Pedro. We exploded in happiness; we hugged and altogether checked in. The porter announced to us that there had been some changes; all of us had been placed in the same raw, right on dorm one. We cheered up and the whole team entered and occupied our places. We left everything and went to the dining room to have breakfast; the other boys had not had anything. We could see the love leaking out of the two couples. Once we settled down, the classes started and we resumed our activities. We presented our works and all had good ideas. We continued enjoying our mutual affections in the library, especially on Saturday. I liked the changes we agreed, that gave us the opportunity to kiss, suck, and eventually fuck differently. After a couple of months, father Angel came to us: "Good job boys. If we succeed, that would be the trip. However, I must tell you something. There's a hard competition between Opus and JJ. We have to recognize they have good people. However, for political reasons, we must beat them. That will be our goal. If we beat them, the Company will provide us with this trip, even if we do not reach the final. This information is confidential and I expect no one out of us will know it." We kept silence for a moment, and then Martin asked. "When do you expect we'll meet them?" "I trust you, and I'm sure it will be in quarter-final the earliest and would be in three months time, that means early May and on Friday afternoon TV cast." Father John took me apart from my elbow; I was a little bit surprised but he immediately grinned; it was nothing important; then he said: "John, let's go for a walk." When we were outside, we walked to the sports field, near soccer's place. Then he said, "I provided your financial information to my father and he said he had fantastic results. Could you continue doing it?" As I did not answer immediately, he added something that I had not realised: "He is ready to pay you a commission on the net earnings; however, this must be a secret between you and us." I quickly thought about the money, and about what I could do. "How would your father pay me?" "Well, since you are too young, he can either pay to your father or place the money in a special account for your disposal after you are eighteen." Businesses were new to me, but my brains were rushing thinking. I asked him: "Which would be the percentage?" He was shocked by my question and grinned. "Ten per cent on net earnings." "Fifteen," I said. I knew that was the commission for Agents in the Stock of Exchange. He thought for a moment, and then answered: "Alright, but I must have a consultation with him." "If he accepts, the money will go into a closed account in Switzerland, where I cannot get it, but I can give orders about how to invest my money." "I don't think there will be any problem." I smiled at him and we shook hands. It was my first business! I thought. "Alright; bring me the most recent "Financial Times" and I'll tell you what to buy and time of keeping." We are going thru an excellent moment." I returned to where my friends were and he went to his duties. From that day, every two weeks brought me the paper and I gave him the instructions to follow. However, Frankie was not silly and he knew something was on, nevertheless, he did not mention it, until one night when we were close to our beds. "I suppose you are questioning yourself what father Angel is talking with me from time to time." He glanced at me but said nothing; so I continued. "Do you remember what you have said to me about your dreams about brains, veins, hearts, etc.?" He grinned. "I can't see the connexion between my dreams and the priest; except what our dicks are concerned." He paused. "On the other hand, I trust you and I was expecting you would tell me all about anytime." "I told you I also have dreams about finance; well, that is all about. I'm building our future." Let us sleep; tomorrow we will have a hard working day. I'll tell you in detail in due time." I kissed him a peck and we went under the cover; I heard him murmur. "Finance! You are mad, but I like you." We worked hard and were confidants. The first parts of the Contest started on March, first within the same province, then regional. In the beginning, it was easy and we had not any strong opponents. The real competition started when we appeared on TV. As before, matches were one-off, so we went to Madrid and came back on the same day, always by train. As Father Angel had foreseen, in the quarterfinals, there were two groups of four schools. Our group was formed by another school from JJ Company in Extremadura; a public school from Madrid; Opus from Pamplona and ourselves. Since the rules were that school from the same Company would not meet before the semi-finals, we coupled with Madrid and our colleagues from Extremadura with Opus. Due to political reasons, the authorities established the contest radioed to the whole country. Quarterfinal, semi-final and final would be on TV directly broadcasted on Saturday afternoon, time of maximum audience for children. In those times, there were only two TV channels, both ruled by the Government. As we advanced, we received many letters from our fans in other schools supporting us. One single match per week in the TV Studios resolved quarterfinals. Unfortunately, Opus beat our colleagues and we beat Madrid. The other two semi-finalists were a school of girls from Avila and other boys' public school from Barcelona. I remember that during those months, the school clustered us as monks in an abbey, mostly in the library that was open only for us. We almost forgot sex, only light kisses; up to the point that some of us nearly wetted the sheets, therefore, we agreed to establish a release every two days. The day of the semi-final arrived, and the team, lead by father Angel, travelled to Madrid; we would meet Opus from Pamplona. As usual, TV announced the event the previous days, on the midday and evening news bulletin. TV authorities were very happy and glad because the audience had greatly increased, especially with young watchers. The press also took the news on the first page on the previous days, especially in Pamplona and our town. The press knew the rivalry existing between both companies in education. We arrived at the TV Studios, and after the makeup, we went into a large room. The director of the program repeated the rules to us; they expected we would behave as educated young persons that we were. He said that millions of persons were watching us and we must show how proud of our country we were. That sounded me unpleasant because I knew that was political; however, we were boys and we had to obey rules. We knew that all schools in Spain were following the contest. We had thousands of fans and received many letters that we could not read. In our village, Mr Hermann had bought a large TV set and installed it in the church building. The program started with the Studio full of boys and girls as guests, all from Madrid. We had agreed that there was not one single spoke-boy in our group, but everyone would answer according to his specialisation. We agree that Frankie would answer chemistry and Physic, and I would Maths, as the most difficult matters. As in the previous match, we sat on two desks; in front of us were our "enemies", and the TV large cameras, which were directly broadcasting transmitting the event. The match started with a series of questions. They did not fail, as we also did not. However, in maths, the speaker read a difficult problem of algebra that must be answered the soonest as possible. The large studio was in absolute silence. I closed the eyes and concentrated; I watched in my mind numbers and equations dancing in me and fitting into a great puzzled; I answered the result without using the pencil. "Correct!!!" Great and warm applause came from the boys and girls sat in the large room. We grinned. In his turn, the Opus almost failed because they used their whole time, and the answer came in the last second. "Correct!!!" Then the speaker added, "However if this were a boxing match you would have lost by points." Only a few applauses came from the public. That was a benefit for us because we appeared more confident. The two teams answered correctly all the following questions; therefore, we went to a tiebreak with single questions to each team. The Jury provided the speaker with an envelope with the questions; he addressed to Opus's boys explaining that if they failed, we could answer; and vice versa. So opened the envelope and read: "Everybody knows that Mexico was conquered by Hernan Cortes with about 700 men and a few ships that he burned down on the beach before starting the fight. With those few troops, he conquered a large kingdom. Apart from the help he received from some tribal people, there was a person with him that was decisive to reach the conquest. Please, let's know the name of this person and the reasons used to help Cortes." We saw the doubt in them, however, Martin was grinning. The Opus' 14 y/o boy in charge to answer said: "The person was Don Pedro de Alvarado; reason his ascension on the troops." "It is not correct!!!" A murmur expanded thru the public of the Studio. "It is your turn, St. Mary." Martin slowly raised and the camera focused on him, he proudly grinned and speaking slowly with his lovely and modulated voice said: "The person was Marina, as she's known in the Spanish History; and the reason: she fell in love with Hernan Cortes. I'm a direct descendant from her son Martin." "Correct!!!" Applauses came from the public assisting in the studio. In my heart, I heard them from the whole of Spain. We hugged Martin. After some minutes of publicity, and after calling everybody to calm down, the speaker, with the microphone on hand focusing on us, and placed his arm around my shoulders: "This is our math man, John Mora. What do you think about this semi-final?" Without hesitance, I answered: "They are very good, but we are better than them; we have gained fair and square." He did not want to insist, since what he pretended was publicity for the next semi-final, due the following week. "What do you think about the next semi-final?" He asked me. "Both teams are very, very good; however, I think the girls will beat the boys and win." "Do the rest of your colleagues share this opinion?" "No. Four yes, two no. I personally believe and wish that the girls win. They deserve it." "Okay, John. Thanks for your opinion." He then announced the other semi-final for the following week and in four weeks time the great final. The program closed down, but we continued for a long time hugging and enjoying our victory. Father Angel came to us; he hugged us with emotion; this meant a lot to him in the eyes of the Company. "That was great! You must get ready to travel to Europe, boys." For the first time, I noticed that father Angel had his eyes blurred. The Jury congratulated us wishing to see us in one-month time. We returned to the Hotel in the centre of the big city full of euphoria. A crowd of boys and girls received us in the hall. We were heroes for many children of all ages. We received cables from all parts of the country and a special one from the General Director of the JJ in Spain, telling us how proud he felt about our school and us. Then I took father Angel apart. "Please father, we need a little bit of freedom tonight to enjoy our success. Can we have it?" He grinned wickedly. "If you promise me not to be too noisy..." "I promise." "I hope you will enjoy. Tomorrow we'll have a trip to Madrid, and on Monday, we'll travel back home." I thought about our trip and an idea came to me: "Father Angel, I would like to ask you for a favour, if we win the final." "What is it?" "As you have seen the plans, we would visit Paris..." He interrupted me. "We'll be in Paris whether we are champions or not." I grinned. "Thanks. However, I would like to stay in the Hotel Champs Elysees coinciding with a weekend. That is my favour." "It is granted if there are rooms available for all." I chuckled satisfied. "There will be, don't worry." As he gazed at me with a question, I continued: "The owner is a friend of ours." Chapter 45 --------------- We rushed to our rooms; we had three hours until dinnertime, we were physical and emotionally tired. Frankie and I entered our room locking the door. Frankie took off his jacket and tossed it on the other bed; his shoes flew on the air and he dropped himself on the soft bed facing me, extending his arms to me. I did the same and I went on top of him. He took my head to him and we locked our mouth in a long and passionate kiss. I noticed his hard boner and my dick trying to tear my trousers. "I want to enjoy our victory, my beautiful John. "Our lips glue again as I felt his hands wondering under my shirt rubbing my bare chest, teasing my nipples as I did the same to him. "I want to suck you right now. It has been a long time without us being quiet about this." In seconds, we went naked; I straddled him sat on his crotch, I felt his hard dick poking on my butt. He then grabbed my butt cheeks and dragged me to his face as I was straddling him. I offered my dick to him that immediately took in his mouth. I placed my right hand on the bed headboard and started fucking his mouth while with the left one I stroked his long tool. Suddenly he stopped: "John, you have a few tiny pubes on the base of your dick!!! I scooted back a little and I watched the bottom of my cock. We had been so busy during the past few months that we had not observed our bodies. "It is true. What about you?" I jumped to one side and I could see the tiny hair sprouts coming out from him. "Frankie, they are beautiful!!! Aren't they?" "Yes, they are." He pushed me to him and we again started petting, rubbing our dicks together, our crotches grinding while we locked our mouths with an unending kiss. We continued for a few minutes until we reached the wanted and needed orgasm. I collapsed on top of my lover with a loud groan, sliding to his right side gasping for air. When we recovered, Frankie rubbed my hair tuft and hugged me. "We'll sleep tonight as we used to do at home. I want to keep you in my arms without thinking someone would call us. I'm very happy John." I caressed his lovely face with the back of my hand and teased him on his nipples, pecking him again. "Yes. I have missed it a lot; therefore, as soon as we have dinner, we will come back without stopping anywhere." "What are about if the boys want to have some fun together?" He looked at me tenderly, kissed my palms and put them on his smooth cheeks. "If you don't mind John, I want you and not anyone else in my bed tonight. I want to enjoy with you every minute of our lives; I wonder what's waiting for us tomorrow." He was now serious as he paused. "John, I love you too much to waist a single second. Sometimes I ask myself whether I'm homosexual as I love you, and that tortures me." I looked into his beautiful eyes and kissed them with the entire tender I could gather. "Frankie, we have talked about this many times, and it is good we don't forget it. I am not worried about this since I know you love me and I'm sure I adore you. However, if it happens that I'm homosexual and you aren't, I'll be condemned to beat my meat forever, but watching you and your children will compensate for it. However, meantime I want to enjoy you and your cock." Telling him this, I started making ticklish; we were overwhelmed by boy laughs and wrestling on the bed. I pinned him down and I engulfed his dick in my mouth. In seconds, mine was in his and started sucking each other as if it was the first time. A few minutes later, our bodies got rigid, and a great spasm came thru our spine as our exquisite orgasms hit us, leaving our bodies exhausted and spent. In the 69 position that we had, we got asleep, still with the respective dicks in our mouths. In what I thought a minute, the phone rang; it was father Angel: "Come on boys, it is dinner time." "Dinner time? What time is it, sir?" "Half past nine." "We'll be there in one minute. Thank you, sir." I hung up the receiver. "Frankie was smiling at me. I nearly drilled him with my eyes as if they were laser rays. I jumped on top of him and started again making ticklish on him. He laughed and laughed. I paused to let him breathe, he then said: "We don't need to dine, with the meat we have eaten." I resumed my ticklish. Then we caressed tenderly for one minute. "Time elapses very quickly my beautiful lover. Come on, we can be dressed in informal clothes. We will shower later." We quickly washed and rushed out of the room. As we approached Pedro and Willy's room, they appeared with a radiant smile on their faces and an aura of happiness around them. They looked at us. Frankie then asked, "What's up boys? Have you seen the Virgin Mary?" They looked each other, and then Pedro said as we were walking down: "It is much better, friends. We have just discovered that we are men!" We opened our mouths in disbelief. "Be careful, flies can go into your throats." We reacted to our surprise and hugged them very, very tight. "Congratulations!!! We are now arrear of all of you. Do James and Martin know about it? "No, they don't. We'll tell them tonight." When we were thru the main hall, I watched a yellow newspaper and took it. We sat for a few minutes waiting for the Jury members to come and I engulfed myself reading about shares, companies, and stock of exchange. It was my fantasy world. I heard a voice behind me: "Are you interested in business, Mr Mora?" It was the President of the Jury. "I'm very curious about it. I love numbers and these fascinated me, sir." "Would you like to see the real Stock of Exchange House?" "I would love it, sir. But it isn't in our program; in addition, I'm the only one interested in it." "I'll arrange a visit for you and myself when you come to the final." "Will you do that for me, Sir?" "Yes, for you and for any other who might want to come." I stared at that man and grinned; of course, he did not know I was seriously involved on that; and that it would affect so much my life. We had dinner together; we were fresh after our siesta and willing to do something special. In the end, father Angel said: "Boys today have been a long and exciting day; however, I believe you all had a good siesta, and therefore, I have accepted the Mayor's invitation to see the fireworks tonight and to visit the fair. Tomorrow is 15th May, the main Feast of Madrid, however, it is not compulsory, therefore, if not anyone wants to go... We all cheered up. We spent a lovely time at the fair accompanied by the Mayor's 13 and 11 y/o sons, and their security guards. That night we came back to the hotel close to 2:00 in the morning; too late for our custom; so, we showered, I cuddled in Frankie's arms in the unused bed, and before I could say goodnights, he was hard asleep. I woke up at 10:00 feeling the pressure of Frankie's dick on my ass. I grinned. I pulled it down between my legs and started moving backwards; he woke up and I felt his lips on my neck. He started fucking my legs with his left hand on my dick jacking me off. After a few minutes, I turned excited and our mouths locked, our tongues swirling inside. Our crotches rubbed each other, now covered with a layer of precum. Soon our bodies tensed and a spasm went thru my spine. I bent my toes and grabbed the mattress with my finger as tiger paws. A loud moan came from our throats as we collapsed totally spent. . "I think we should try to eat something, I'm starving." Franking smiled. "Unfortunately, we still are dry cows; otherwise I could feed you with my milk." I started making ticklish on him when I saw a paper that had been slipped under the door, telling us that outside was a trolley with English breakfasts for us and that at 11:00, a mini-bus would pick up the whole group for a trip around Madrid. We had not much time left; therefore, we went into the shower and amongst laughs and quick dick squeezes, we finished. We had breakfast and went for a lovely trip. I never realised how large that city was. We came back tired and after dinner, we went to bed. They had programmed the departure for the following morning, in a train leaving 8:00 am. However, we were cuddling into each other arms when we heard light knocks on the door. I put on my underwear and opened the door; it was Pedro and Willy. They entered and locked the door. "What's up?" I asked. The pretty blond Viking came to me while Pedro entered under the cover near Frankie. "We must celebrate our puberty, and with no one better than with you." "But, but, tomorrow we must get up early." "We know that, or, do you think we are not staying here?" Willy blushed when he said: "We want you to fuck us as you did the first time, so we and you can see our milk spurting out." "You rascals..." Frankie smiled and in seconds, we were petting each other. Sucking in a 69 followed; when we were hot enough, I placed Willy on his back, raised his legs to his chest, extended them and I inserted my long stick into his bowels duly greased with Vaseline. I started shoving inside him at the same time stroking his thick dick. Soon I noticed his butt muscles gripping my dick; he stretched his legs out as he started spurting his little clear milk load. His first shot landed on his chest, a second on his navel, and the rest on my fist. I gave him a final thrust and I collapsed on top of him. When we recovered, the four together had a shower, reminding me of our showers in the linen room. We dried each other and I could not help but kiss that lovely blond boy. "We like you, Willy; I hope we will maintain this friendship forever." "We like you both, brothers." However, they did not return to their room. Willy and Pedro cuddled tenderly in one bed, and Frankie, and I, in the other. Morning came and after a quick breakfast, we went to board the train home. We arrived late in the afternoon; the director and some others teachers were waiting for us at the platform. We expected some of our friends would be there to receive us, but no one was there. We took the mini-bus and went to the school. A crowd of boys, girls, adults, teachers and some press photographers received us with cheers, shouting us ""Champions!!! Champions!!!"" All of us were impressed and I have to admit that my eyes blurred with emotion when I watched all of our friends shouting. The director had told Frankie and me that our families wanted to come; however, since the rest of the boys' parents were not there, he suggested them to come next Sunday in a private visit. Nevertheless, he told all of us that the director of the TV program would invite and pay all travel expenses for two persons of each boy's family to attend the final. We all six raised our hands cheering; some bigger boys took us on their shoulders as if we were bullfighters. I was on top of a strong 14 y/o black curly haired boy. In the middle of the crown, his hands started caressing my dick and balls that were pressing against his neck. I got hard and he seemed to enjoy it. After a few minutes, he offloaded me at the entry of the dining room. He stared at me embarrassed and blushed. I felt pity for him. I approached my mouth to his ears: "It is okay with me. However, be careful next time; someone could not be so comprehensive." "Thanks." He disappeared into the crowd. I never approached him or told anyone about this incident. Our photo appeared the next day on the first page of the morning papers of our city, under the headlines: "THESE ARE OUR YOUNG CHAMPIONS!" They informed about our participation in the contest and the reception given by all school, promising better information in the coming final. They sent it by mail to our families free of charge. Pedro's mom received it; with a great surprise, watching her son on the first page of a newspaper. She translated the whole text and sent it to her father in England. As everybody could imagine, in our village we were the subjects of all conversations. We also mailed one to Jim and Françoise, advising them that we would meet them in Paris; and that they should advise Mr Jenkins to facilitate to the travel agency the rooms for us. A few days later, we received a cable from Françoise's dad congratulating us; he personally would receive us in his hotel. At our request, father Angel sent a cable to the school of girls encouraging them in the next semi-final. The week elapsed and on Saturday, we joined the TV set in the reading room that was crowded. Barcelona's boys were good, but the girls did a good job and finally, after a tiebreak, they won. We shouted as if they were our colleagues. A freckled girl with gross glasses called my attention; she was the math-girl. "Frankie, look at this girl. She is very pretty." "You are mad. With those horrible glasses...!" "She has lovely eyes; and what about her lips? Even James' eyes are not as sexy. The TV is black and white, however, when we see her, you'll tell I was right." He jokingly said: "Alright, I leave for you to fuck her." I jabbed my elbow followed by ticklish. He laughed and added. "Alright, I admit, she is pretty, but I prefer the blond near her." The speaker announced the final that would take place in two weeks time. They had programmed the final one week before we thought. Father Angel confirmed it to us. The next day, nearly the complete two families came to the school; hugs, kisses and emotions took place; especially when my little Francis came to me; after Joan leaving my neck. I hugged and kissed him, even with a peck on the lips. He had grown a lot lately and was even prettier than when I left him. "I miss you, John." He approached his lovely mouth to my ear and whispered. "I haven't done anything since then, and I won't do until you come back." I hugged him again and I whispered back. "You must enjoy with anyone that you like, whenever he pleases you." He dragged me to one corner. "I only want you and nobody else, except a girl. I have started liking them a lot, especially to touch their tits. "You naughty boy...!" At that moment, the twins came and I introduced them to Pedro; immediately they started discussing music. The visit ended, and with tears, we said goodbye. Chapter 46 --------------- Father Angel told us how the girls had bet for us in the semi-final and that they knew we had done the same for them; that led to a distended playing final between friends, rather than enemies. The teams and the Jury were lodged in a small hotel in the outskirts of Madrid close to the TV Studios. It had a large ballroom mostly used for business conferences and diner-dances. For the parents, they stayed in another hotel not far. We arrived in the morning on Friday; however, the rest of the guests, including our families, arrived on the same Saturday in the morning and early afternoon. We went to our rooms excited and a little bit nervous since in reception we coincided with some of the girls. I showered quickly and said to Frankie. "I'll wait for you downstairs, I want to explore..." "Sure you want to explore some freckles." We grinned and I left the room. Suddenly when I was passing near a pantry, the red-haired freckled girl came out from a room, closing the door behind. She looked at me and I looked at her, our hearts paralysed, she blushed as I mumbled: "I'm John; I guess you are Maggie." "Yes. Glad to meet you, John; and thanks for encouraging us." She extended her hand, I took it, but I kissed her on the cheeks. She blushed again, but she did not retrieve her hand. She looked as paralysed. I broke the ice: "You have nothing to thank about; you are all great girls, and we are very happy having you in front of us." She sighed as I added. "I wonder why you hide those beautiful eyes and freckles behind those glasses." She was burning hot, no one had said such words to her before; she could not escape from those lovely eyes of that handsome boy. Shivers came thru her spine and her legs trembled. In seconds went thru her agile mind the times her elder brother, who was now 20, had taken her on his lap, even until a few months ago and told her, "You will be a great and beautiful woman, Maggie. Don't care about what some stupid boys and our brother tell you. You will be like mom. Probably, somewhere, sometime, a handsome boy will confirm what I have told you many times." She had answered: "That's because you adore me; I'm an ugly short-sighted freckled girl." He had answered, "Don't torment yourself, you are wrong, dear sister." While she was having those thoughts, I opened the pantry and dragged her inside, blocking the door with my body. I took off her glasses, a beautiful face was in front of me with intense blue eyes, and large red lashes. She then answered in a whisper as fearing some beautiful things could break the enchantment. "I, I, I'm short-sighted and I must wear them." "And what's about the most beautiful lips I have ever seen?" She instinctively raised her left hand to her lips as protecting them. I took her into my arms. She felt so comfortable, so good, my head swam! I leaned down and kissed her on those soft, warm lips. She slowly opened his mouth and let my tongue in. I explored his sweet mouth, his lips, teeth, and finally his tongue until I thought I would pass out from lack of air. When we broke the kiss, she looked horny, excited, and terrified at what we had just done. I decided not to press her. I took the glasses and placed them over her little nose. "Sorry, I could not help I wanted to watch what is behind those beautiful eyes. I have been thinking about them since I saw you on TV on the semi-final." She then came to life, opened the door and left me there with the sweetest taste I had ever felt in my short life, only compared with those far moments with Helen. Then I heard my own voice: "Great, she is great!!!" I went into the dining room and found near everybody there, except Maggie, Willy and Pedro. Frankie asked me: "Where have you been? At that moment, Maggie entered wearing different glasses and sat down; they had a light gold frame that did not hide her pretty eyes. I answered him clearly in order she could hear me. "I have just seen a beautiful red rose in the garden and I have spent a few minutes contemplating it. You know I worship roses, don't you?" He stared at me and pressed my hand under the table. She sat in front of me and heard my words; she blushed and grinned. After lunch, we walked around the hotel. We looked for Maggie and her roommate, and when we found them, started chatting amicably. She was somewhat easy to talk to, and even she told some amused blank jokes that we laughed; the other boys split very much the same, even the priest and the nun seemed in acquaintance. Soon we split into two couples and sat on different benches in the Hotel's large garden, however, under the nun's watch. In a moment, we got serious; I carefully touched the tip of her hand while I looked into her eyes: "Maggie, probably you may think I'm a bold boy and that I'm taking the opportunity; but believe me, your eyes and those beautiful freckles of you attracted me as sugar to flies. I could not help... but your lips are so, so lovely." She bent her head a little to hide her redness as she remembered our kissing. "But this boy is so irresistible." She thought. She was not a shy or a stupid girl; she had grown free of taboos at home and she thought she was brave; and said. "Is that all you like from me?" That surprised me, I did not expect such a question from a bright girl educated by nuns. However, I liked her braveness. I stared at her, took her glasses off as I said: "You don't need them by now. I like all of you as you are." Fixing my eyes on hers, I continued: "I'll eat you as a whole if I knew I would never hurt you." "It seems you have some experience with girls." "I would lie if I said otherwise, but that doesn't mean anything." "Thanks for your frankness, but I don't want you getting the idea that I'm an easy girl. However, I must say I am not a stupid or church girl, as you might think. I'm not a paying student, but am working hard to keep my scholarship alive and not depend on my family's scarce resources, and believe me, it is not easy..." That brought me a rash of happiness. I looked if the priest or the nun were in sight. I took her hands in mine: "Maggie, I never thought you were stupid or silly, nevertheless, that makes me even happier than I was. Do you know that half of our team's members are studying with scholarships? The other three are what we could call rich, but they are the greatest souls I could have as friends. I would never change their friendship for anybody, either scholar or paying students." Those beautiful lips smiled and asked: "Who are the scholars?" "Willy the blond Viking, as we call him; Frankie and I. Frankie and I come from the same town." She did not retrieve her hands from mine. "I knew you were a scholarship boy. No one told me, but I guessed. None of the rich boys could behave with such self-confidence as you or Frankie does. That makes things easier for us. "Maggie, don't you know that you're a beautiful and bright girl?" She smiled, put on her glasses and looking directly into my eyes said: "You are not too bad, too." She smiled and got up. Let's go, I don't want the stupid nun to reach erroneous conclusions. "Do you think they are erroneous conclusions, as you call?" She smiled and squeezed my hand. "No; but I don't want her to know them." She laughed and we went to the hotel. It was a good evening, but dinnertime was approaching and we needed to get a shower before that. I went to my room and Frankie was not there; I undressed and went under the shower's head; my dick started growing and I could not take from my mind the lovely girl and her words. We had a distended dinner, joking and telling jokes. Willy had such ability and made us laugh. I watched Maggie in front of me eating and I thought she had the same thoughts; my dick was straining within my underwear, it ached. I watched her getting up from her seat and I motioned Frankie to stand. We made as if we were engulfed in some important conversation; in such a way, it was. "I have a date, so I'll go upstairs." He looked at me not surprised; he jabbed me and grinned. "Take your time." I grinned and went upstairs. She had to pass in front of our room, so I left a cleft and watched. A couple of minutes later I heard her steps on the passageway. I opened the door and faced her, she blushed but took my extended hand and we entered the pantry. I thought to get her into my room but it would have been too serious and dangerous since anyone could come. I dragged her inside, looked into her eyes taking her glasses away. This time I kissed her passionately and she abandoned herself to me. My dick pressed against her bottom. With my left arm, I assured her waist and pushed her to me. Soon we were French kissing; our tongues swirling in our mouths as I started grinding my crotch against her. She trembled when I placed my right hand on her beautiful small left breast squeezing it softly. She instinctively led my cock to her dressed pussy. We lost control of our young bodies and now we were hot animals wanting a sex release. We were hard breathing and low moaning; suddenly I noticed her body got rigid, she pushed her body against mine, we broke our permanent kiss to gasp for air and hugged very tight as a tremendous orgasm hit our bodies. I thought I was going to fell on the floor; she nearly fainted, closed her eyes, her knees buckled and I had to hold her. We were breathing hard with her head on my shoulder. We remained quiet and in silence for a few minutes until our breathing recovered. Then, slowly and tenderly, told her soothing words as my dick started getting flaccid. We separated; I thought she might cry or something else; but I was wrong, she separated a little bit from me; grinned, and said: "Are we going to remain embraced the whole night?" I grinned back. "That would be the loveliest time of my life." I kissed her tenderly, and surprisingly I heard my still pitchy voice. "I love you, Maggie." It came deep from me; after that, I could not explain myself. She looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me a peck caressing my tuft hair. "I think I love you too, John; otherwise, how could we explain what we have done? In any case, it has been beautiful; I had never experienced that and it has been marvellous." "We can repeat it if you want it." She looked at me, separated, and put her glasses on. "Not for tonight." I kissed her; she opened the door and went to her room and me to mine, again with that sweet sensation in my mouth. As I entered our room, I watched Frankie was undressing; he stared at me smirking: "Did you see the Holy Spirit" I jumped on top of him and I started making ticklish to all his lovely body. "I'm sure you need a good release, however, I prefer it with the door locked." While he closed the door, I undressed and in seconds, we engulfed in a mutual sucking in a 69 position. Soon the fantastic feeling arrived, our bodies tensed as a spasm got us from toe to hair. "Do you know I was ready to jerk off thinking about what you were doing?" "I adore you, Frankie; I could not love you more." He hugged me because he knew that expression came from deep in my heart. We cuddled into each other arms. "Frankie, she is a very hot girl. I like her." "Do you like her?" I kissed him on his eyes. "I don't know whether it is love or not, it is too soon; however, it is different than with you. I know that I would give my life for you, Frankie if I could save you." He looked at me tenderly and we hugged. "You don't need to tell me that, because I would do the same for you." I turned over and I cuddled in his arms. He hugged me, pecked my neck and I did his arms that were on my chest. A few minutes later, we were asleep. The following day came as bright as usual in May in Madrid's area. We went to receive our parents and the other boys' families. You can imagine how happy we felt. Immediately my parents acquainted with Willy's and Maggie's. Frankie's with James and Martin's parents. We were sad because Pedro's family did not show up; however, an hour later, his mom, his sister and his father arrived. We all introduced one another and soon all were in a group. After all, Pedro had talked to his father and I could see how they hugged. His mom was something special. She felt very proud of her son; however, she was English and did not express as open her feelings as we did. She said: "If you go to England, Grandpa is willing to see all of you. I have sent the newspaper to him and he wanted to come, but I stopped him. He is too old." Pedro looked carefully at his mother. "Alright then, mom; you can be sure that if I go I'll see him; nevertheless, tell him that I still think that the British Empire was built by pirates." His mom laughed. "You should not forget that you are half English, dear." "Well, but..." He hugged tenderly his mother. "In spite of all, I love you mom, and you know that; don't you?" They hugged again and peace was re-established. We had lunch altogether; dad did not stop talking about agriculture new techniques with Willy's new dad: they become good friends. Before the contest started, they pay a visit to some monuments in Madrid. We arrived at the TV Studio an hour in advance for some rehearsal. At 20:00 the program started, this Studio was bigger than the other one we used before; it was full of the public with all our families, plus hundreds of boys and girls from Madrid's schools and their teachers. The speaker introduced the mechanism, and after some publicity, the contest become. I looked at Maggie, and she grinned at me back, as telling, "This is only a play. Let's enjoy it." The speaker then said: "I think, just for politeness, we should start asking the girls." I raised my hand. He looked at me with surprise. "Yes?" He stared at me. Then I blushed because I stood and the camera focused on me; fortunately TV was in black and white and no one out of the Study could appreciate my redness. Then I said: "We believe that girls have the same rights than boys; furthermore, they should not be discriminated..." The man was astonished and the same the Jury but amused. I continued: "They are as intelligent or even more than boys are; the proof is that they are in this final; therefore they should be treated equally than boys without any advantage. I would suggest that a coin on the air decides." Much to all males, the girls looked at one another and Maggie started applauding me; that contaminated the rest of the girls, all girls in the Studio and in the rest of Spain, as they understood what that meant. Somewhere in the North of Spain, in a school for orphan girls, a beautiful young girl was in a corner of the salon watching the contest, almost in a murmur she said: "Well done, Jacky. Well done. I love you!" Tears were dribbling down her smooth cheeks. Her new friend, sat next to her, asked, "Do you know him?" She sighed: "No. I don't." The camera focused on me again, and then to the speaker, he then said: "It seems we have here six future defenders of women rights." He extracted a coin and launched into the air and into his palm; asking to choose. The girls won, but that had been set up. The questions started, ten for each team alternatively. The girls and we answered them correctly. He made another tenth with the same result. "Strong applauses came from the public for both teams. Then the speaker said: "No doubt we have in this final the best two teams of the contest, however, we have a limited time, therefore, I have here six new questions; if a team fails, the other will have the option to answer; it is like a tiebreak in tennis. If both teams answered correctly all of them, the contest would be finished; then we would use the coin to decide the winner." He extracted two questions and both teams answered them correctly. The expectation was great in the country, and in the public in the studio. The speaker then opened the third envelope for the girls to answer and said: "In 1519, the King Charles the First, prepared five ships under Magellan's command. We all know the result, only the ship "Victoria" returned successfully three years later, commanded by JS Elcano. We know in detail this voyage. The question is, "How do we know so many details about this trip? Which base the Historians used?" The girls consulted one another and finally Maggie answered: "Base on the records on the logbook and the crew declarations, once they were released from the Portuguese Government that jailed them." The public was in silence. Then the speaker said: "That is partially correct; do you have anything to add?" The girls looked at each other frustrated. "No," Maggie answered. We smiled because James had the answer prepared. "Boys, it is your turn." James approached the microphone to him and the camera focussed on him: "Exactly. The logbook of the ship "Victoria" was basic to determine geographical and technical situations, so demonstrating the roundness of the Earth. However, we know the details of all events due to the writings carried out during the trip by the Italian Antonio Francisco Pigafetta, on board the ship Victoria. "That's correct!!!" The speaker shouted. Well, you can imagine the noise, hugs, cheers, and applause. When everything calmed down the sponsors came with their presents, etc. The program closed down until the next year, yet we continued for a long time there. The girls hugged us without any prejudice; of course, out of cameras. When Maggie hugged me, she said at my ears: "Tonight we must celebrate this, my pretty boy." I blushed. "I'll be ready at any time." She grinned and continued with the rest of us. That night we had a great feast in the hotel's ballroom; parents, teachers, jury members, a few selected boys and girls; amongst them, the Mayor's children, and of course, the 12 of us. It started with an early dinner sponsored by the Town Hall, and followed with a dance; that for adults ended very late at night. They allowed us to remain until midnight. Frankie and I warned our parents about us; we would see them in the morning, before their departure. 11:00 pm, I winked Maggie and we went toward the lift. I got into my room. I was excited because I did not know what we would do; but at least a kissing session would take place, I thought. I heard her footsteps, I opened the door and looking into the empty passageway, I dragged her in from her hand. I could not wait. I put my right arm around her waist and kissed her on the lips passionately, while with my butt I shut the door; after a while, I locked it. "Congratulations my beautiful girl!!!" She looked amused to me while we stepped to the bed. "Why? You have been the winners." "We all don't consider that. Everybody has recognized that it was just good luck." "In this instance, luck without knowledge... don't forget that. However, who cares? That's over." I looked into those beautiful eyes; I took off her glasses and placed them on the nightstand. I pecked both of them; then her little nose; her chin; and finally our mouths melted in a passionate long kiss. She gasped in delight. I put my hand on one of her breasts and I noticed how his body trembled. I slid my hand under her sweater and I started unbuttoning her blouse; this without breaking our kiss. However, we soon knew our clothes were disturbing us since we were sweating. I dragged her sweater and blouse and pulled them over her head, tossing them on a chair. I quickly did with my entire waist up clothes, so we were naked from there up, except for her little bra. I took off my shoes and dropped her on the bed. I broke our kiss and I began licking and flicking her earlobes. She groaned excitedly as I descended doing the same under her armpits. I noticed she was almost out of control, totally enveloped in her lust; she was in my hands! I slid my hand on her back and unbuckled her little bra. Those beautiful and undeveloped breasts came into view, as white as snow. For a while, that beauty mesmerized me; I could not help but exclaim: "What a beautiful view, my little Venus!" She grinned satisfied, and cupping my face, she kissed me passionately, and then left me to continue; but I was hard as a rock and I thought it was time to show all cards of the game. Tenderly I put my mouth on one of those lovely sprouts while I dragged my trousers and short underwear down to my ankles, finally stepping out of them, so I was fully naked, except for my socks. I lay on the bed near her sucking her breasts. She was gasping and moaning in pleasure, her hands rubbing my hair and pushing it down to her face. Our orgasms were just coming up. I untied her Scottish skirt and dragged out of her; socks also went away. "What a beautiful view, my God!" I exclaimed again. I continued licking her tummy, and when my tongue started exploring her belly button, I noticed how she arched her hips, uncontrolled trying to get my dick that now was between her legs. She stopped breathing as I took into my mouth one of her breasts. We moaned loudly as that unavoidable climax hit our young bodies. I collapsed on top of her breathing hard and I felt her arm around my neck kissing my face. When we recovered, I did her very tenderly. "It has been marvellous, John. I will never forget you. I'm sure of that." "Me too, Maggie. It is impossible to forget such a beauty. You have so lovely eyes, freckles and breasts! Oh my God! I never thought there was so much beauty under your clothes." She was to respond to me, but my lips sealed her mouth gently. My dick was again hard, so, again the passion overtook our young bodies and I continued licking her navel. I wanted her to enjoy and never forget that night. I scooted down and I straddled her; my dick was spitting precum rubbing her knees. I was getting close again to a new orgasm, so I stopped for a while and started caressing her thighs. She was moaning and tilting her head on the pillow. Then I introduced my fingers under her panty's elastic band and dragged them to her knees. I found a beautiful cunt covered with a few more pubes than I had. Obviously, she had already matured. In the lust and unconsciousness, she realised that this moment was important in her life; she barely could say: "Pl...ease, don't... pl...ease, don't..." I could not understand what she meant, probably thought I was ready to penetrate her. However, I slid my hands under her hips and raised her pussy to my mouth. I savoured her juices that tasted more or less as my precum. I introduced my tongue deep into her vagina until my tongue could not go further. I licked there; she was mad and entirely out of control, groaning like a wounded animal, especially when I sucked her clit. She pushed my head down; she was very close to her new orgasm and I wanted it at the same time as her. I scooted down and dragged her panties replacing them in its original place. I moved up and our mouths met again: With my left hand I guided my dick to her vagina and pushed up and down, though it was impossible to penetrate her since her panties fabric separated it. We fucked like that during probably one minute. I felt a spasm running taking my body; quivering, whimpering and sweating at the same time. I pushed down as she pushed up. A muffled grunt came from our throats as we fell into a deep abyss of pleasure; I near passed out. I had never experienced such a strong feeling up to that moment. That probably was due to the closeness of my puberty. We were breathing hard, my mouth near her ear; soon we recovered our normal breaths and I started caressing her face. "How do you feel, my beautiful girl?" She looked at me and chuckled while she rubbed tenderly my face and my tuft with the back of her hand. "I feel wonderful, however, a few moments ago, I felt even better. I thought I would faint." I smiled; she continued. "I lost my control when you dragged my panties out; I thought you were to..." "To fuck you!" I pointed out. "Yes. Sorry, it is an unused word in my vocabulary. I know it is commonly used among boys." "It is alright. No. I like you too much to have done that. I have been told that the first time it might seriously hurt; even sometimes, the girl would bleed, therefore it must be done in a nice and quiet surrounding where you are not hurry and expecting someone to call on the door." She looked into my eyes and kissed me gently. "By the way, I have not seen your..." "My dick, cock, penis, weenie; whatever you want to call it." I dragged her glasses and I put on her blue eyes. I raised myself and changed my position. Now we were facing each other very closely; I sat Indian style in front of her. "Can I..." I kissed her tenderly on the lips. "Of course, it is all yours." She took in her hands my near erected dick and immediately it started coming to life, jerking with each heartbeat. "It is beautiful; I have not seen one since I was nine." She grabbed my dick and slid the foreskin down and up. I moaned in pleasure and she grinned slyly. "Does it feel good?" "Oh yes, very good indeed!" "That day I spied my elder brother; he was moving up and down fast until he spurted his seeds. He moaned as we have done; however, when finished, he did not look as happy as you did. Why John?" "Well... it is a difficult question to answer. Though I can tell you that there is a great difference between masturbation; that is what your brother did, and what we have done." "But he spurted a lot of semen; nevertheless, I have not seen yours." I feared that embarrassing question. I blushed. She noticed it and pecked me on the lips tenderly. "Did I say anything inconvenient?" She asked. "Oh no; my lovely girl! The problem is that, in spite of looking tall and strong, I am still as dry as a desert. All my friends of my age, except Frankie, have already matured, and I'll be 13 y/o on November." She stroked again my cock a few times. "Don't worry; it works very well with or without seed." She smiled beautifully; took her glasses off and before I could realise, she bent herself over and took my dick into her mouth. I squirmed in delight and pleasure with a loud moan. I spread my legs and lay back on my elbows. Stammering, I said: "Maggie, please, don't, don't..." She raised her lovely head and little puzzled asking me: "Don't, why John? Are you afraid I..." I interrupted her; I did not want she misunderstood me. "No, I, I mean... You don't need to do it to me; I did it to you because I like you a lot and wanted you to enjoy it." She smiled. "John, I like you a lot, too. I am not paying you back. I will do it because you had taught me to be a free girl, and I believe it is correct; yet, respecting everybody's freedom. Unless you don't like it..." She smiled wickedly as she resumed her sucking. I smiled and with a gasp, I said: "I, I do agree with you, only, please, mind your teeth." I was very hot watching how she shoved my rod into her warm and wet mouth. However, I could not remain acting passively. "I want you to enjoy with me." She stopped sucking and I went into a 69 position with her. I put my arms on her buttocks, dragged her panties to her heels and she discarded them, so now she was completely naked as I was. I started licking her pussy once more. She whimpered, moaned, and started sucking me eagerly as I sucked her clit and licked her thighs. Since we had had recently a strong orgasm, it took a little bit longer to reach our climaxes. Several times, as we were getting hotter, we exchange positions; sometimes she was on top of me, and some I was myself. I raised my hips as a powerful orgasm started building up in my loins and it increased like a summer storm, reaching my dick pee hole with an explosion like the great final fireworks we watched the night of the semi-final. Lights and stars of all possible colours came into my mind as I grunted with the greatest release I ever had of my dick. My arms fell on the pillow, her legs on my head and her pussy under my chin. She had received the same discharge but probably no so strong as mine. She was laying her head on my crotch still with my jerking cock between her lips. We remained for a few moments quietly, in silence, without moving, trying to get back our breathing. We had not yet fully recovered, as I heard her saying: "I have a little present for you, John." I turned around so our heads were together; she spat on her hand and showed me some saliva and a whitish clear spunk. She added, "It doesn't taste too bad." I was paralysed; I could not speak. As if that was a sacred item, I took her hand with care and I licked it until it was bright. I savoured it. "My first semen!!! I'm a man, Maggie, I'm a man!!!" And you did it!!!" I dragged her to me and I kissed tenderly a long and gentle kiss. We broke it. "I love you, Maggie. I love you. I'll never forget this night and let alone this moment." I kissed her again. We lay on the bed and without feeling it; we got into a deep asleep, she cuddled into my arms. Chapter 47 -------------- Fortunately, the window was open, and in Madrid, even some days in summer, the nights are chilly; four hours later the cold air woke me up. I tucked again against her warm body but I could not sleep. I had a look at my watch and "Oh my God, it is 4:00 am! Had the nun checked her room we would find ourselves in troubles." I thought. Tenderly I called her: "Maggie, darling, come on, please wake up." She turned over, sighed, and continued sleeping. I pushed her again. "Please, Maggie. Wake up." She turned and shrugged her lovely yes. She hanged her arms around my neck and kissed me. "Oh, I got asleep for a few minutes. However, we can remain together for another few." I smiled at her tenderly. "My beautiful girl, it is 4:00 am; we have slept for more than four hours." She jumped from the bed naked and took her glasses on. I chuckled. She was so pretty! "Oh God, if the nun has checked..." "Don't worry. Frankie is a master of faking things." She looked at me more relaxed. "Put on my pyjamas just in case someone could see you. Nobody expects to see you dressed at this time of the night." She nodded and wore on my garments. She turned to me and kissed me on the lips. "I love you." She left. Fortunately, she had an extra key; opened the door and found Frankie and her friend curled and hard asleep. She smiled amusedly as how they had risked their position in the school. He shook Frankie. "Come on, Frankie! Get up." Frankie quickly got up. "It is over 4:00 am." She gave him my pyjama's trousers, and a little bit embarrassed he wore them. He took his clothes and rushed to the door; he did not notice Maggie was offering him my upper part. He entered the room smiling, locked the door, took off my trousers, and happily jumped into my bed. He immediately locked my mouth with a hard and tender kiss. We broke it and in unison, we said: "I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!" We laughed because we each other knew the news. "How was it with you, Frankie?" "Well, she didn't want my dick to touch her cunt, we made 69, and then she discovered it. How was about you?" "More or less the same, however, I felt I had to respect her. I had the opportunity to entirely fuck her, she was on my hands, but something deep in me told me no to do it. So I did but with her panties on." Frankie looked at me and we hugged tenderly. "John, didn't you feel as if you were losing something?" "Yes. I did. It was great and I exclaimed my happiness; nevertheless, I felt as if a part of me had gone forever." We got a little bit sad for a moment. "Yes, we have lost our childhood. However, cheer up! We are little men and lovers. We still have many years ahead to enjoy. By the way, I would like to see your semen and mine again." "Okay. Jerk off?" "Yes. Jerk off." We sat in front each other very close, our legs open, and our dick near touching. He cupped my balls with his left hand; with his right wrapped my hard slippery dick as I did the same to him. Our mouths locked and our tongues swirling inside as we started slowly stroking each other. Soon that beautiful feeling arrived stopped kissing and I felt the warmth of his semen running on my fist to his crotch as I spurted my clear seed on his. We recovered quickly as we watched our mutual messes. We took each other hand to our mouths and sucked them until our hands were clean and bright. He then slid behind me, as I dragged the cover over us; he wrapped his arms around my chest and we drifted to sleep. Still, I stayed awake for near half an hour without moving. My thoughts took me to Maggie that was sleeping peacefully only a few rooms far from mine and to Helen, my precious little blondy. "Yes, it wouldn't be the same". I knew that night something important had changed in me; my childhood had gone forever and now new and great adventures were waiting for me. EPILOGUE -------------- From the above moments, many things happened to us, in summary, the reception that our people did at the village and airport; our life in school and the split after ending Secondary. Frankie, Francis and I went to New York; they ended as doctor surgeons in Neurology and married some time later. I became a great finance specialist and raised a large fortune in a few years, marrying my two early wives and having three children. Pedro is a busy and famous concert man. Willy joined the NASA in California. James lives and works in Cambridge as professor of History, and Martin became a priest at Mexico. I experienced the most tender and sad moments of my life; first, with Helen, and after her passing away, with Maggie. THE END. NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: The above story continues as "The sequel of best friends" and it ends in 2001. It is not in the Net anymore. I can post it to anyone who wants to complete the reading of it.