Date: Mon, 13 Apr 2020 15:54:57 +0000 From: Al Peres Subject: Jim and Francis Part 4 JIM AND FRANCIS ================ By Al Peres PART 4 ------------- Chapter 19 --------------- They had agreed to follow the same steps; however, Christian was the leader. He kissed Jim and Jim started rubbing his back and neck. The boys slipped their hands under their tracksuits and grabbed their clothes over their head. Jim and Francis pushed their pants down, so in a minute all were naked and rubbing against each other. The little devils pushed back down the elder boys on the bed and straddled on their chests, offering their lovely erected little meats that they eagerly took in their mouths. Christian was pushing forward fucking Jim's mouth; soon the little boys were in ecstasies, their head tilted back and moaning in pleasure. When they were close to their climaxes, scooted down and sat on the older boys crotches, starting moving up and down fucking the elder boys' buttonholes; their mouths locked again and their tongues swirled inside. The saliva on their dicks, as they had been sucked, made their penises slippery, rubbing against the older boys' tummy smooth skin. Jim and Francis' dicks were hard as rocks, and as they moved up and down, their cocks' heads touched the devils' puckers, gasping and moaning at every touch. They could not resist any more and the little boys pushed hard against Jim and Francis bellies as their bodies tensed, got rigid and moaned. Jim and Francis put their hands behind the boys' heads, kissing them hard to prevent them to moan loudly. They did it thru their nose as they reached their dry climaxes. Then unlocked their mouths and went flat on top of their elder friends, still gasping and breathing heavily. It had been only a few minutes for the boys to get their dry orgasms, however, Jim and Francis were very hot needing an immediate release. Christian mumbled at Jim's ear: "It has been wonderful, Jim; however, I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill my butt and feel you inside me." Jim tenderly ruffled the little boy's hair. "No way Christian, our dicks are very large and will hurt you a lot." "I don't mind. We have fucked each other many times and we are ready; besides, I have heard that some adult men have fucked boys of our ages and happened nothing. Your dicks aren't as large and thick as an adult's one." "Well, if you put things like that..." Francis and Noah were having the same conversation. "We want that, we have discussed it and we want to be fucked by you and Francis, if you want to, of course." Jim stared at this brave boy and caressed tenderly his smooth face cheeks. "Yes, I would like to give you pleasure and you to me; I need a release. You are too good and we love you both a lot. "Don't we, Francis?" Yes, they deserve anything they ask for, they have demonstrated to be brave little men." "In that case, let's go to business. Please, Christian, hand a tube of vaseline to me; you will find it in the nightstand." Christian grinned. "Did you fuck each other as we do, Jim?" "Well..." He looked at Francis and his friend nodded. "Yes, we have done it a few times, but not here in the school. Now might be different." Christian gave the vaseline to Jim. "Now show your butt to me." Christian placed his head on the pillow and showed his rose pucker to his elder friend. Jim could not help trying to stick his tongue into that lovely pink hole, however, it was too hard and only he licked it. Christian gasped as he felt his tongue. "Oh, that feels very good." Jim smiled and took a glob of vaseline and pushed it inside the boy rectum with his forefinger. Christian moaned again. "That feels even better, Jim." Jim then took some vaseline and smeared on his hard cock. He tossed the tube to Francis that started doing the same with Noah and himself. "How would you like our fucking, Christian?" "I don't mind, I leave it to you to decide." The two boys started caressing each other passionately; Jim was very hard and needed a good release, however, he also wanted to please those little devils. After a few minutes petting the four, Jim instructed: "You'll sit down on my dick, so you can control your discomfort if any." The boy did not need any more instructions, he scooted down straddling the elder boy sitting on his calves; Jim helped him to raise his hips. Christian guided Jim's cock to his hole and pushed down, he moaned with a little discomfort as the head went in, but he was determined to end as soon as possible. He knew the girth of Jim's dick was not, let's say, as his cousin's and was sure it would not hurt him, so as soon as the discomfort extinguished, he pushed down again and he entirely impaled himself on Jim's cock. He moaned again and fell on Jim's chest. "Are you okay, Chris? "Yes. I'm fine now." From the other bed, Noah watched his grimace and asked him. "How was it, Chris?" "Quite good, only a little discomfort at the start, as we experienced the first time; but now it is lovely to feel so full of Jim's." The older lad dragged the little boy to his chest and started caressing and fondling his young lover, licking and sucking him everywhere. Christian instinctively moved up and down against Jim's tummy, his dick rubbing the teenager boy smooth skin. Both started to gasp, and then Jim stopped Christian. "Now, Chris, turn around so that your back faces me. You will get the maximum of my dick into your butt." "Jim, it feels lovely inside me, every time I move up and down it rubs something into my butt that makes me continue even harder." "You'll feel even better. Please turn around." The boy did as Jim opened his leg, so he went all the way inside the little boy, their ball sacks near touching. Jim rubbed both ball sacks with a hand while with the other masturbated Christian's dick. Francis and Noah followed all these steps at unison. Christian gasped loudly as he moved up and down. Soon Jim felt the spasms of Christian as he was nearly his dry orgasm again. He left their ball sacks and dick and pushed Christian legs together. He also felt approaching his orgasm. He helped the boy in his moves up and down as he stroked the little boy's meat. He felt how the boy tensed as he reached the point of no return. Jim then pinned the boy's legs with his legs and pushed up his dick into Christian's hole, spurting his small load into his guts as the boy fell his back on Jim's chest. Both sweating, moaned as one after the other was hit with that lovely present. Christian and Noah were lying on top of the elder boys, their right arm extended like a cross, breathing heavily after their wonderful climaxes. Five minutes remained then in that position, still, with their legs pinned down. Francis and Jim started caressing the little boys' chests and nibbling their ears and cheeks. Christian raised and managed to place himself facing Jim without his dick leaving his butt. Now their lips locked in a tender kiss that lasted a few minutes. Jim felt again the hardness of the boy's dick and smiled. "You are again ready. You are insatiable." "Yes; we want our butts sore tonight." The four laughed together. Noah then said: "Let's trade places, I want to enjoy Jim." "I was just thinking the same. I would like to suck that blond boy's dick." Again they laughed, taking care not to do it very loud. When Noah was straddling Jim, he said as he blushed: "Jim, can I, can I fuck you? "Of course, if you want to put your little bald dick inside me." All laughed because he was the only one circumcised. "We could place both beds together, as one; then we'll be together," Christian suggested. "That's not possible because they are nailed to the floor; however, we can do a bed on the floor with the extra blankets that we have in the wardrobes," Francis said. "Excellent!" Jim and Francis extracted six woollen blankets and made a comfortable and cosy bed. Once they had moved the large couch. Immediately the four were joking and tickling together laughing. The younger boys started petting Francis and Jim, after a few minutes, the little boys were very hard and ready again to resume their sex activities. Noah then said: "How shall l do it?" "I'll show you." Jim took one of the pillows and placed it under his crotch, so his ass was now sticking up. "Are you ready?" Noah looked at his friend that was on top of Francis and smirked. "Yes, we are." The elder boys spread their legs giving easy access to the younger boys' dicks. They extended their arm back and parted their butt holes for them to enter. Noah asked. "Won't I hurt you?" "No, we are wide enough; nevertheless, if you don't want to get sore your cock, take the vaseline or some of greasy now leaking from your butt and smear it on your dicks." The boys did not hesitate; with his finger, they took some of their leaking and got ready their little cocks. Noah guided his cock to the pink entrance and pushed up; he went entirely inside Jim without any difficulty. Christian did the same in Francis. Jim and Francis were very close and facing each other, they winked as the little boys entered them. In one minute, Noah and Christian were like rabbits fucking their older friends; their long hair moving as they shoved inside. Soon the only sound in the room was the "flap", "flap" sound of their crotches against the older boys' buttocks and the muffled moans from the little boys. They were sweating and near their orgasms; suddenly, Jim felt how Noah stopped breathing with his little and smooth body tensed and gave him a final thrust with a moan, followed by other from Christian. They fell on top of their older lovers breathing hard. After a couple of minutes, Jim slid the little boy on his left side facing each other, his right hand and arm around Jim body. He grabbed him to his chest and cuddled him. They remained cheek to cheek, chest-to-chest, and crotch-to-crotch. After a few minutes of quietness, Noah whispered into Jim's ear. "I love you, Jim." "I love you too a lot, little imp." The little boy said nothing but a few moments later Jim noticed some wetness on their cheeks. Jim then kissed him tenderly, noticing both were now with their dicks drooping. "Why are you crying? Have I done anything wrong?" The little boy separated his face and wiped it with the back of his right hand. "Oh no! It's all on the contrary. My problem is that I cry when I'm very happy. Christian does when he is sad, so, when we are together we sure have tears." All four laughed. He resumed his cuddle into Jim and slowing his voice, he continued: "I would have liked to have a big bro like you, Jim. I have three sisters on top of me and one under, so I'm the only Jew male in the family, they are all catholic, except my mom and I." "Don't worry, you will get old enough, marry a girl and have many boys that will continue your name." "Are you sure? Aren't we homo?" "I'm sure we aren't. We miss our families and we have not any girl available, so, what can we do? I like girls and you do, too. The problem is that we cannot fuck any here." Then on their confidences blushing, Noah asked Jim: "Jim, have you ever fucked a girl?" They separated their faces and stared at each other tenderly. Then the teenager caressed the tuft that the young boy had on his upper forehead. This reminded him John, his brother's friend. "Yes, once." "Sorry, Jim I have done that personal question." Jim caressed again the boy's tuft. "You little devil will never offend me with your questions." He paused. "You remind me of my younger brother's friend and lover." The boy grinned, but he insisted. "When you fucked the girl, was it good?" Jim grinned. "Well, taking into consideration that it was the first time and in the middle of a forest, it was very good. I would say that marvellous. It is different." Christian and Francis were hearing that conversation and Christian intervened: "Jim, did she enjoy it as we do?" "Of course she did. The problem was that we could not repeat it, but we promised each other to do it again at the first opportunity." With their conversation the four were again hard, Noah then said: "Jim, I want to suck you." "We'll do each other; I'll do it to you and you to me in a 69 position." They did and after a few minutes, Noah said: "I like the smell of your stuff, Jim; it smells to a cleaning product used at home, but I don't like the flavour." Then Christian said: "I love the taste and smell, so when you start shooting I won't allow a single drop lost." All four laughed and remained like that fondling each other and caressing. Jim then said: "We have not much time left, it is 9:30 and we must finish before lights are off." Christian and Noah pleaded: "Please, let's sleep here altogether and have more fun." "I'm sorry, but we can't. You must think that your room is not locked, if the night counsellor sees your room is open and you are not there, after lights off, he might set up the alarm until they find you; that would end with our happiness." The boys accepted with a sigh, however Christian with a grin said: "Well, still we have half an hour. Let's trade places again." Soon Christian was again with Jim and Noah with Francis, nevertheless, the time was short so Jim decided to have a final common fun. They enjoyed their closeness and friendships caressing and petting each other. It was now ten minutes for the lights off. The little imps cuddled in the elder boys' arms, kissed and fondled tenderly each other. "Jim, can we come back some time for more fun?" Christian asked. "We'll see to that." All kissed goodnights on the cheeks. The boys got on their bathrobes and left. Francis and Jim picked up the blankets and arranged their room. They had a quick individual shower, locked the door and both went into the same bed as they used every night since the priest left. "It has been a lovely time, Jim." "Sure it has been, but never as we do together." Francis looked at his lover and ruffled his ringlets. Then they drifted to sleep as the light went off. Chapter 20 -------------- Christmas was approaching and in the mid-December, the school was excited with the new Winter Swimming inter-school Championship. All teams had now daily exercises, setting up strategies and preparing the teams. There were four different disciplines: 100 meters freestyle, individual; 400 meters freestyle relieves; 100 meters backstroke style; and Jumping. Two groups: boys of 10, 11 and 12; and boys of 13, 14 and 15 y/o. The school had formed three teams, two for the second group and one for the first. The following Sunday they were swimming and as they warmed up diving, a 12 y/o boy grabbed Noah pack under the water, when they emerged to the surface, the red-haired boy got embarrassed even redder than his hair looking at Noah, however, he smiled at him, getting rid of his embarrassment. "I liked it." The boy opened his eyes in disbelief. "You, you... you don't mind?" "No. Let's dive again." As they did in a corner of the pool, Noah grabbed the boy pack and caressed it for a few seconds. "You have a good pack, how old are you? The boy grinned and answered him. "I'm 12" "Do you shoot?" "Not yet. My roommate also likes it, I know because he is always staring at me when I'm in the shower; however, he is very shy and embarrassed to ask. I had watched you and your friend many times when you make yokes, he is a beautiful boy, I just joined the team to watch you almost naked. I always get hard when you are in the shower. Sorry, but I wanted to tell you that." "You don't need to be sorry about, but you should be more careful." The boy deeply flushed again. "I know that, but I couldn't help touching you when you were so close to me. I felt ashamed because some other boy might have shouted calling me... you know." His honey eyes blurred. "But I can't help liking boys and... I am beating my dick several times a day, especially when I think about you or your blond friend..." Suddenly the coach whistled and all went to start training. "We'll arrange a meeting in my room one of these days, so give your dick some rest, if you can, and keep it ready." They smiled as good friends and went to join the coach. After the training, in their way to the dorm, Noah referred to the group his discovery, and how the boy had a crush on Christian. Francis then said: "You little devils, you must be very, very careful. I will strongly recommend you don't trust anybody out of our close friends. We never know who they are and whether they have good intentions." "Don't worry. I'll submit him to a serious proof." "You can do whatever you want," Jim added. "However don't mention us at all. We are best friends together with Raphael and Noel and we don't want anybody else. We can be only friends, but not best friends." Christian glanced at Jim and pressed his hand. "We are very proud of being your best friends and like that." "By the way," Francis said: "Did you enjoy our little play?" All laughed loudly. Then Noah answered: "Well, it was as we planned, however, it was a pity that we could not scream when the nice feeling came to us..." They again laughed as Christian with naughty grin added: "It would have been great to be in a place you can moan loudly without any care about someone hearing you. I wonder if that place exists." Jim stared at Francis in complicity. "That place exists and we have been in there." The two little boys opened their mouth in disbelief. "Please, please, Francis; take us to that heaven, because it must be a heaven, doesn't it?" Without any more explanations Francis said: "When your parents come, you must introduce them to my dad and uncle, so they know each other. Within a few months perhaps I can do something to please you if you are still interested." "We have said so many things to them about you that they are insisting me to introduce them to you both. They think you made the "miracle", especially to me." We were right on the bottom of our class and now we are in the honour pad, moreover, we are going to participate in the Winter Games. They are astonished." The day of the contest arrived and all swimmers boarded a bus to Paris early in the morning. An hour later they arrived in what looked like an empty new school; nevertheless, it was a new large winter and open installations for swimming. They were lodged in a small dorm all together; on the same day started the eliminatory process, the coach instructed them: "Please be very careful and don't talk to anybody about our marks. When swimming, don't make any extra effort; just comply to pass the eliminatory. Tomorrow will be a great day. Many of your parents will be present, and you will be able to see them after the contest. Needn't say, especially for the older boys, that some men from the French Olympic Committee will be present, they are looking for new young swimmers for the next Games." He took aside Francis and Jim and added: "Boys we haven't good representatives in free-style in the group 16 y/o over, however, your marks are even better than most of the participants; do you want to compete on that, too? You have more than enough with those into your age group, however..." Francis did not let the coach finish, he glared at Jim and he answered: "Yes, Noel can also take part; he is very good in freestyle." The coach called Noel and Raphael and told them all about. All four agrees to take part in the preliminary eliminations. A few minutes later, all were dressed in their Speedos and went down for the different eliminatory races. After some recesses for lunch and others, all went thru, passed the proofs and got ready for the final contest of the next day. The coach did not say anything to Jim and Francis; but during the proof, he could overhear a comment from one of the coachers watching the eliminatory of 100 metres freestyle. "See those two boys, especially that with black hair, how he dives. They do without any effort, like an otter." "I had observed them, it is a long time I haven't seen that peculiarity on a boy. Where are they coming from? The elder coach asked. "I believe they are from St. Mary from Orleans." "Shit! They all are rich and besides good! It will be very difficult to get one of them unless we use their patriotism." Since most of the parents liked to see their little boys fighting, the proofs started early morning, commencing from the elder boys, thus they would participate on 100 m freestyle and 100 m backstroke. At 9:00, the eight boys were on their post ready to jump. The elder boys, near men, since they were 16 and 17 y/o looked condescendingly to the younger boys. The judge, shout out: "Ready?" Then he shot a little gun. All eight jumped into the water, Jim and Francis ran near, so they watched the elder boys. Two of them immediately took some advantage over Jim and Francis. They were astonished when they turned the first 50 m at the same time than the younger boys. When they were at 25 m to the end, Jim made a sign to Francis and the two boys practically flew under the water like two dolphins. The 17 y/o boy near Francis could not believe what he was watching. Francis and Jim arrived at the end at unison with an advantage of 5 meters. Shouts of "bravo" were heard from the seats where only a few persons were sat, especially from the two old coachers. Two well-dressed men entered as they heard the "bravos" from the public. They arrived just in time to overhear the comments. "I told you, they are exceptional swimmers; I think we'll see many interesting things today from these boys." "I'm sure I'll lose my bet." The two gentlemen looked down and watched how the coach was wrapping the white bathrobes around the boys' shoulders. Due to the distance and short hair of the boys they did not recognize their son and friend; besides they had grown a lot lately. "Carl, are they our Françoise and probably Jim?" The old coachers looked at them in surprise. "Sorry gentlemen, are they your sons?" "Yes, the blond one, the other one is his roommate and best friend in the school." "You have an exceptional swimmer, sir." "Thank you very much." However, they could not wait. They descended from seat row and went to meet Francis and Jim. They knew it was not allowed for the public to enter the pool's premises, but they could not resist the temptation of hugging their son. They were lucky because at that time of the morning the security men confused them with someone from the Olympic Committee. They found many boys getting ready and chatting loudly about the last race; soon they saw Francis coming to them; should not them called his attention he would have passed without noticing his father. "Françoise, son!" Francis launched into his father's arms as he used to do and both kissed and hugged tenderly. Jim felt embarrassed and he motioned to continue, nevertheless, he felt two strong arms around him that hugged and kissed him on the hair. "Sorry, but you are Jim, aren't you?" "Yes, sir." "I'm Carl." Jim could not say anything, he felt a new hug around him; it was Francis' dad. "Jim, we are so happy to know you..." Jim felt embarrassed and at the same time happy seeing these two adults hugging them. Tears came to his eyes thinking all parents would be there, except his; but he made a supreme effort and stopped them. Francis had noticed his friend situation, and after hugging his dad and uncle he did the same to Jim, very hard and whispering on his ears: "I love you." Jim felt his strength returns and he hugged back Francis. "I love you, too." "Sorry dad, how did you come here? Any parent or relative are not allowed into these premises, you better return to your seats, within moments the ceremony of delivery medals will take place." They could hear thru the speakers calling them to the pool, so his dad and uncle went back to their places. In the pool, they found the coach still discussing with the referee. The coach said: "Well boys, we have a little problem." "Problem?" Jim said, "We won fair and square with honesty." "Oh, don't worry, its nothing to do with our victory, the problem is that both of you arrived at the same time, so you should deserve a gold medal each, however, they have only one, that means you have to decide by yourselves who will be gold. I have told the Committee I reject that rule, then..." Francis and Jim without any hesitation, both at the same time pointing to each other, saying: "He!" "No. I told you it must be one, not two." They laughed, Jim then took a little separated Francis: "You must get that medal, please don't argue, otherwise, I'll make a trick and I'll force you to take it on the freestyle of our group." Francis looked reluctantly his friend. "Alright, but you are not being fair." Jim grinned at him saying: "Remember, since we were in Paris, we are only one." Both grinned and transmitted it to the coach. They received their prizes with warmth applauses from the scarce public. A few minutes later took place the race 100 m- backstroke; also, in this instance, two young boys of 15 represented their school, Raymond and Raphael, so Marseille and Paris united. They had unexpectedly good results, both got silver and bronze, respectively. They did not participate in 400 m relieves. It was around 10:30 it was announced races for boys 13 to 15 y/o. First 100 m backstroke, with Raymond and Raphael on the play, this time they got: Raphael gold and Raymond silver, under the public applauses. Now near all public seats were occupied. The second race was the one everybody was waiting for; the news regarding the performance of Francis and Jim had spread and they wanted to see them. 400 meter relieves. Participants: Paul, Noel, Francis and Jim. Jim and Francis were instructed not to make an extra effort since they would have afterwards 100 m freestyle. The gunshot and Paul jumped, maintaining himself at the head, a few centimetres behind the first. He touched second and Noel jumped, at half of the pool he was heading the race, after the first 50 metres turn, he was leading the race. However, ten meters from the end, he felt a strong pain in his left calf due to a cramp, he made a tremendous effort, gritted his teeth and continued but he touched the fourth. Heavy applauses came from the public recognizing the effort and entirety of the boy. Francis felt how his heart was beating in his chest; he ignored what had happened to Noel. He jumped and swam steady, at the end of the first turn, he had regained part of what Noel had lost and he was the third turning. People started cheering him up. He touched second as Jim jumped; at half of the pool, he was leading the race; he turned first and kept a fair distance from the second that was making a great effort. He then put his ability on, he dove, and like a dolphin, he emerged just to touch the end as the first place. Then he jumped to the border of the pool and raised his hands and all three boys went where Noel was sat and raised and hugged him. The public applauded madly their achievement. The coach was seriously concerned, due to the bad lack of Noel accident; he discarded him for the next race. After they received their medals, the coach went where all his boys were talking loudly and still, celebrating their victory; however, still he had to replace Noel and he had not a good candidate; yet, remembering what Francis and Jim had done early morning, "why not?", he thought. He looked amongst the boys' herd and spotted Richard, the red-haired boy, he was 12 y/o and good swimmer, not the same as Noel but he might do a good job. "Richard, you will replace Noel." The boy looked astonished to the coach. "Me? Coach, I can't compete with Jim and Francis, they are too good..." "You don't need to compete with them, but to win with them." "No way, I can't, I can't." He felt how he blushed to argue." "I can't force you, Richard; but you can if you want. I'll leave you for 5 minutes; I cannot take your answer as your last word." Without expecting any word, he left. He was sure the rest of the boys would convince him, boys understand each other better than with adults, he thought. Noah approached and looked into Christian eyes. He took him to a corner and said: "Chris, you are the only one who can convince him. You know he has a crutch on you, please use your influence, we need that medal and besides, it will give him confidence for our next race." Noah pressed lightly his lover's hand as he grinned. Christian went directly to the red-haired boy that was very serious alone sat on one of the wooden benches. Christian touched his right shoulder and Richard stared at his adored god; now with short hair but still with those beautiful blue eyes that made him mad. He blushed and trembled only with his touch. Christian smiled at him; he sat down near him and gripped his hand. "Please, come with me." Richard was in a cloud; he could not even imagine what was happening, he blushed so deep that his face was of the same colour as his hair. Christian dragged him to one of the vestry stalls, and as soon as they entered, Christian pushed the door closed with his ass, and then turned the boy around, without saying a single word, he kissed the red boy's sweet lips softly. Richard quivered as he felt his knees could not bear his body anymore; Christian held him as ended his long wet kiss. They separated and the boy still was redder than a beetroot. "Oh! Christian, you... you...you..." Christian put his finger on his thick lips and kissed him again. "You don't need to say anything, just jump into the pool and win your race. Tonight in our room, we'll give you the rest of your prize." Christian noticed how the boy's dick was hard and his too. "While you get rid of your hardness I'll tell the coach you accept." Richard could not get rid of his redness. "Please... tell... tell... him... I'll win that race even if I have to swim in hell." Christian gave him his best smile and left; he winked to Noah and told the coach Richard would replace Noel. Eight boys got to their places and jumped into the water when they heard the gunshot. Soon in the middle on the first 50 m. they could see how Richard was closely following Jim and Francis. They all three turned at the end as a perfect and synchronised machine; at 25 meters from the end, Francis and Jim disappeared from the swimmers' view, emerging just one metre before the end. They waited for the tired Richard that reached the end in third place. Jim and Francis hugged him while the public roared applauding them. The older coach in his seat said: "I told you, they even could increase their distance; but they did only to win." "I know that, but boys are more honest than adults, probably they did not want to humiliate his colleagues, after all, they have worked hard, the problem is that they found an extraordinary couple that cannot be defeated in freestyle. We must do our best to get those boys into our group for the next Olympic Games." The boys hugged and kissed each other without any restriction. Christian took this opportunity and kissed Richard on the cheeks as he whispered: "I want to kiss your sweet lips again." The older boy blushed and said nothing. After a recess of an hour and a half, the last races started. That was the time for the parents to shout their younger kids, but again St. Mary's boys would impose their training, quality and strength. On backstroke, Richard got bronze. In 200 m relieves, that applied to smaller children, they got gold; with Noah, Christian, Mike and a ten y/o little boy that was a real promise, like Francis. In 100 m-freestyle, as with the older boys, the three medals came into his group, Noah gold; Christian, silver and Mike bronze. Chapter 21 -------------- Once they ended, all happily went to meet their families, Noah and Christian's parent wanted to be introduced to the angels Francis and Jim. Noah's father, a newspaperman said: "What have you done to our boys to change them into so well? We are so proud of them..." Francis answered: "Well, you better ask them. Still, they are the same little devils as they were at home." Noah and Christian blushed because they knew the different meaning. Then Uncle Carl said: "We must celebrate this event. If you do not have any other plans, what's about taking the children to Orleans and there, have a good lunch near the river? Then Noah and Richard pleaded: "Please dad, accept. All the parents looked at each other and Noah's dad said: "Okay, they deserve it; let's go, they will be near the school; however, I would like to take a general picture for my newspaper with all of St. Mary's boys plus the Coach. Carl, please, count us and phone Orleans, we will be there around 14:00." All boys shouted and they organized all his stuff; then Francis' dad invited the coach to join them, however, he thanked but declined the invitation since he would have lunch with his colleagues from the Olympic Committee. They gave him a list of their boys and after half an hour, all were driving to Orleans. They had a lovely afternoon all together and set down the foundations for a close friendship that continues today. During the lunch, all boys were together laughing and joking with their respective medals glistening on their young chests. Richard could not help his eyes nailed on Christian and Noah, especially on the blond. He could not take away from his mind Christian's long kiss, he got up a couple of times and went to the toilets to jack himself off; even after that, he had to make efforts to hide his dick's hardness. Either a girl or a boy had never kissed him before, he never openly had touched another boy until he did to Noah; fortunately, he liked it and that opened a window to his friendship with his adored god, Christian. "He is so beautiful, especially when he had his long silk hair", he thought. He again got up, went to the toilets, and wildly jacked himself off again. When they were near to say goodbye, Francis' dad took Jim's arm and got him separated from the group; then he said: "Jim, please, let us be your family while you are in this country. I'll never thank you enough for the happiness that you have brought to my family. If God exists, he is blessing you." Jim could not avoid his eyes blurred with emotion. "Sorry sir, but you are so kind..." Carl joined them and hugged Jim. He separated the boy and looked into his black eyes. "Jim, you are a good boy and your family must be very proud of you as we are. Now dry your eyes. I want you to come to Normandy for Christmas as an important part of our little family; I'm sure the rest of it will be very glad knowing you, there, we'll talk." Francis' dad added: "Jim, we may seem a strange family, but we are not; however, it is not time now for this." "Thank you very much, sir, for all of your kindness. I'll be there and hope not to disappoint you." "We are sure you won't." They hugged again the boys. After taking some pictures, all said goodbye with tears in the eyes, but happy because soon all would be together on each home. All boys together checked in and were greeted by those that have remained in the school shouting cheering them. It was Saturday evening and everyone went to his room. Jim and Francis entered, locked the door and before they could speak, they were naked on the bed releasing their day's tensions with his mutual love. Noah and Christian started tickling each other, laughing; they ended on the floor wrestling happily. "Let's get naked on our bathrobes; remember, we have a promise to comply." They grinned and looking into each other eyes, Noah said: "Why am I so mad about you, little blonde?" Noah asked loudly. "Because I adore you more than anybody else could, my beautiful Jew." They kissed tenderly and started petting each other for a long time; they liked this more than even make any sexual contact. Meanwhile, Richard was alone in his room; his roommate was a boy of 12, but not a full boarder, so he spent his weekends in Paris with his family. He took off his uniform and naked faced against the large mirror, he was hard again and when he touched his dick, he felt a need to pee. He entered in the little bathroom and tried to pee, but only a little bit of something slippery came out. He had observed the same need when he jacked himself off in the restaurant, "Was he sick?" He thought. He put on his tracksuit and trembling went to his new friends' room. When he was to knock on the door, he heard the musical laughs of his friends. He was so embarrassed and shy that he did not dare to knock, sadly, he spun to come back to his room, and he was scared; he could not do it. However, at that moment, the door opened and he heard Noah's pitchy voice. "Come in, Richard. We are waiting for you." He blushed and trembled when his friend pulled him inside. Noah locked the door and Christian smiled at him, then took his hand dragging him to his bed, lying on his back; he melted watching his boy. "Are you happy, Richard? Our school won the cup of the championship for the first time, due to the efforts of many marvellous and brave boys, like you." "Are... are... are you sure?" He said stammering. "Of course we are. You deserved your medal and a prize better than anybody else; because you were braver than all of us." Noah and Christian took off their bathrobes, they were completely naked and with their dicks erected in front of the astonished boy. Richard could not believe what he was watching; he even did not notice how Noah, step by step, got him naked. His dick, a little bit smaller than Jim's, was hard as a rock and jerking with each heartbeat. Christian straddled him, their dicks rubbing together on his belly. The little devil kissed the red-haired boy passionately, to Richard's astonishment, Christian pushed his tongue and parted his teeth meeting his tongue and sucking it. That was so wonderful that Richard immediately reacted sucking his friend eagerly. Noah was licking the boy's ball sack and his thighs, he was receiving sensations from all parts of his body; his cock started spilling precum that ran over his red dickhead and shaft. Noah loved that flavour and he licked it. The boy was scared, and he thought it was a dream as those he was having lately; "this can't be real", he thought. Christian scooted down as Noah took his place; he straddled Richard on his chest, Noah's hard dick was only two centimetres from his friend's lips, he did not know what to do, he wanted badly that lovely cock into his mouth but he did not dare. Noticing his doubts, Noah pushed it forward. "Richard, take it if you want it." He raised his face and watched those lovely black eyes, and could not stop. He eagerly took into his mouth that beautiful bald package; he placed his hands behind Noah's smooth butt and pushed it forward to his mouth. The Jew boy grinned and moaned in pleasure. "Mind your teeth, Richard." At that moment, Christian engulfed Richard's cock and started sucking him, but only he had to do it twice, because Richard arched his hips, tensed and moaned loudly. "I, I, need to pee." The two little devils smiled, they knew those were symptoms of the first ejaculations as Francis and Jim had explained to them. "Don't worry, you pee in my mouth if you like it." Christian again engulfed Richard's dick as he heard Noah moaning with his first dry orgasm. Richard could not stop; he raised his hips and groaned, still with Noah dick in his mouth as he reached his climax. Christian felt two or three jets of a warm liquid in his mouth; he knew it was the first semen from the boy under him. "Please, Noah." He bent over Richard and kissed him tenderly mixing his tongue, he noticed how the boy reacted with a grimace; Christian smiled and separating from him, said: "It is your semen, did you like the flavour. I like it." Richard opened his honey eyes widely, his freckled cheeks expanded. "Do you... do you mean I'm shooting?" "Yes, it has been your first time. I knew it when you told me you wanted to pee." "But that's great!!!. He raised himself, bravely put Christian under him and started sucking him eagerly, at the same time he jacked himself off; he wanted to see his cream. Christian soon reached his climax in the mouth of Richard, however, the red-haired boy did not stop sucking him, soon he again obtained a new orgasm shooting his little drops of clear semen over Christian crotch. He was amazed; when he recovered, bent over and licked his own stuff. "It tastes good, doesn't it? All laughed as Richard had lost his shyness. Christian then said: " like it; on the contrary to Noah that doesn't, he prefers the precum. From now on you must be very careful when you fuck a girl, you may get her pregnant." He thought for a moment a then asked: "Who has taught you so many things?" "I could ask my dad but Jim and Francis told us all about." "I don't like girls by now, perhaps I am..." He stopped, as he did not like to continue expressing what he thought was true for him, though he was not so sure. "Homosexual?" Noah asked. "Yes." "Jim told us that we are too young, that our bodies still are undefined on that subject and that to be sure, we must wait until we are at least fourteen y/o; so you don't need to care about it now, but to enjoy our pleasure while we can." The red-haired boy smiled at them. "Jim and Francis must be great boys! You are very lucky being his friends." "You will never know how great they are!" Christian stared at his friend in panic; they could not betray their elder friends' revealing things that must be buried in their minds. Noah continued: "They protected us from older guys and always are ready to help us without asking anything in exchange." "Sure they are, especially Francis, he is very handsome. Some days ago I had a dream, you four were in a room with me and..." he stopped and deeply blushed. Christian then affirmed: "We are now best friends, so you don't need to be shy with us. You have sucked us and we have done the same to you." "Well... in my dream, you fucked my bum, and finally Jim and Francis did, too. It was so real that I felt that need to pee and as I woke up sweating. I was all day furious with myself because I could not enjoy the end of the dream, but it was so dammed real..." Noah glanced at his lover. "Richard, do you want us to partially make your dream comes true?" The boy again blushed. "Do... do... do you mean to fuck me?" "Yes. Why not? We have fucked each other several times; I can tell you that's a lovely experience. You don't need to care about us hurting you, because our dicks are not too big." "Will you do that right now?" The red-haired boy asked in astonishment. "Yes, if you want it." He grinned wickedly. "Yes, I want it a lot, look at my dick! It is spitting precum just as I'm thinking about it." "Since it is the first time, we'll do it in a manner we don't hurt you when losing your cherry." All three laughed; Richard did not know what his cherry was but he did not ask. They were his friends and he was sure it might be good. Noah rummaged in a drawer and extracted a tube of Vaseline. "Please lie on your tummy." As he did, Noah took a glob of vaseline on his forefinger and pushed it inside Richard's butt; he found a little resistance but it entered smoothly inside, spreading the lubricant inside his guts. "Who do you want to fuck you?" "Both." The red-haired boy answered with determination. "One after the other, I don't care about the order. I want your dicks inside me." They laughed at how the boy had disregarded his shyness showing his sexual needs. Noah took the lubricating jelly and opened the top, he squeezed out some and started coating Christian hard cock, when he had it nice and slippery Noah told Richard to get onto his knees and then lean down on his elbows and knees, with his arse sticking up into the air and his head down on a pillow. Richard sighed and said: "Move that finger all around inside me, it feels wonderful." Noah continued finger fucking his arse and then Richard said: "OK, now, the first of you go slow and get your cock in there, quick; I want it now, lovers." Christian positioned his little cock at Richard's hole and started pushing in, trying to enter. All of a sudden, his dick head broke into the sphincter and a gush of pain ran through Richard's guts. He said: "Stop, hold it, that fucking hurts, just stay there for a while, let me get used to it one minute or two." Christian stayed rock still, as gradually the pain subsided, he started to push back and forward hardly moving. Christian grabbed around the red-haired boy waist and he said: "Alright, here we go!!!" He pushed and it went entirely into him "He moaned loudly, Christian stopped and gradually Richard's ass started to feel better as it adjusted to what was in there. A warm feeling overtook him and said: "OK, start fucking, just go slowly," Richard said. "I don't know if I can, I feel like I'm going to blow if I move, it is so tight and warm." "Don't you fucking dare go off yet, I haven't gone through all this pain to have you fuck it up now; I want you and Noah to fuck me long and slowly. I want to feel every bit of you running in and out of me. The boys laughed with the hard language that Richard used. "It seems you are not in a school like this," Noah said. "I don't mind as long as you fuck my butt right now." Christian then said: "Alright, I will try to do as you wish, here it goes." And he started to slowly move out, back in, out, and back in and then settled into a nice slow screw. Richard's ass pushed back hard every time Christian came forward as he was experiencing the greatest pleasure he had ever felt. He said near stammering: "Christian, Noah, this is wonderful, I am seeing flashing lights, you cannot know how fantastic you feel in there and what you are doing to me." Christian grinned satisfied and started ramming his dick into Richard's hole like a rabbit. Noah was harder as a rock, he went to the bed headboard and sat down opening his leg; he raised Richard's head and the red-haired boy's eyes sparkled when he saw in front of him that beautiful bald dickhead. He engulfed his pack, exploring with his tongue the ball sack and pee slit. Noah moaned in pleasure, all three were breathing heavily. Soon Christian tensed as he gave a final thrust. Noah at the same time fell on the bed with his hands pushing Richard's head down to his crotch as he lifted his hips with a moan, thus both friends collapsed exhausted. Richard heard his new friends' moans and he, too, reached the best orgasm ever experienced, without even touching his dick, this started squirting its small load. He did not want to spoil a single drop, so he placed his left hand under him and collected the little spurts in it. All went flat on the bed, Christian on top of Richard and this with his head on Noah crotch, still with his soft dick into his mouth. After a while Christian asked: "How was that, Richard? Richard moved off Noah and licked his treasure." "I never thought this was so fucking good. As soon as you are ready we'll start again." The boys laughed and within a few minutes, the process started again, this time Noah on top of him, though this boy seemed insatiable. They had their little cocks sore when he said: "That's enough by now. I would like a bigger dick in my ass, such as Jim or Francis, or both. That would be wonderful!" They giggled. Richard got dressed and when he was near the door, he said. "I'm ready any time you want to fuck me. Please tell it to Jim and Francis, too." They could not understand why that boy wanted so much being fucked. Noah said: "Eventually, he wants to recover his lost time." "Probably," Christian said, jabbing tenderly his friend and lover. It was 9:30 pm, they put on their night robe, but naked underneath, and went to Francis and Jim's room. They knocked on the door: "Come in," Francis shouted and both boys went in. Jim was writing his weekly letter to his family and Francis was drawing. "What's up little champions?" The boys widely grinned happily as his friend called them like that. "We just come to say you goodnights and tell you a message from Richard." "Who, our new red-haired champion?" "Yes. We have just finished..." Noah and Christian told them all about their evening fun with Richard without missing a single moment until he left with his message. Jim rubbed his crotch, he was hard with the boy's story. He said: "It seems this boy is insatiable, however, we are very close to Christmas and examinations will take place next week. We better use our time studying and leave this after we return to school, though I take note of that, we'll do something, I'll tell you then." The little devils realised how hard they were but understood must leave them. On the other hand, they had had enough, so Noah approached Jim, put one arm over his shoulder and kissed him lightly on the lips at the same time he squeezed his erected dick as Christian was doing the same to Francis. Then they traded and did the same. Noah and Christian at unison said: "Good night big bros." They left. Francis and Jim smiled. "These little devils got me hard," Jim said. "Me, too", Francis asserted. "I have an idea, I wonder if you will approve it or not." Jim thought he would refer to sex with the red-haired boy. "What is it?" "I understand there are a lot of people in your village that need help, especially children. Here there are a lot of us loaded with money. What about if we organize a money collection and send it to your village? Of course, the problem would be who we could use for its distribution." Jim thought for a moment the families in need in his village and how they would welcome any present, especially the children. That was against his pride, but he thought he had not the right to stop the poor children being happy, at least for some time. He looked at his friend and lover and hugged him gently. "If I already had not loved you I would do now. As far as my name is not mentioned, I do agree with your idea Francis." Francis hugged him back. "They don't know me, so I'll underwrite the offer; however, we need a person who would do the distribution." "You already know I don't believe in the Catholic Church, nevertheless, in this instance, I have to recognize that the village's priest is an honest and good man, we can write him about it, asking never to disclose our names. I'm sure he will make a fair distribution." "Jolly good; let's speak to the Principal about it." After the mass, they paid a visit to the Director who gladly welcomed the idea, so they set out a large advertisement on the general board calling all the boys to contribute with some money for some Spanish poor children. On Monday night during dinner, Francis addressed to all boys in the dining room to donate on the charity collection. The success was far over what they had foreseen. The director was also taken aback for the generosity of all contributors. He was in charge to send the money with a letter on behalf of the school students, without mentioning any name. Chapter 22 --------------- The time elapsed quickly and Christmas' holidays arrived. In Jim's village, Christmas started, as in France, on Friday 21st December and school classes finished. Frankie, Jim's pretty younger brother and John, his best friend and lover, had planed that Frankie would come to John's home for a sleepover on the farm; they had made many projects to spend that time together, so John took his bike and rode to Frankie's home in the village. As usual, they were happy to see each other and with the prospect of good holidays. They were saying goodbye when the village's priest came and asked Frankie whether his dad was at home, he nodded and the priest entered his house. They looked at each other in surprise, since it was not very common that type of visits, despite the priest being Frank's good friend; so they decided to hear what all was about. The priest was with tears in his eyes when they entered. They motioned to leave, though Frank told them: "John, Frankie, please sit down." Now addressing to the priest he added: "I have not any secret to this respect with them. Please proceed." The priest cleaned his face, and blew his nose, and then said: "Sorry. As I was telling you, I have received this morning two letters, one from France, and another one from my bank in the city. My French is not very good, so I want you to read it." The priest started searching into the pockets of his cassock and brought out two envelopes. "In which part of France does Jim study, Frank? "He is in St Mary's School, in Orleans, not far from Paris." Frankie's mother answered. He handled the letters to Frank, he carefully took his glasses, and after reading them, he passed onto his wife. The boys were on tenterhooks. Then Frank said: "Well, the letter from France is from the director of a bank "Credit Lyonnais," a well- known bank thru Europe, and especially in France; in summary, he said that some school's students have made a quest for money among them and sent to you to distribute amongst the poorest and more in need people of you parish. They can't disclose either the name of the school or the names of the boys. It is a very large sum of money. He also adds you should keep this confidentially since their clients do not want to be disclosed." The priest kept silence for a moment. "Frank, you are not a believer but for me, this is a miracle after the flu epidemic we have had and the village situation; you and I know who the angel that has done this is. I don't know anybody in France, let alone in Orleans." Frank thought for a while, and then he said: "You are thinking of Jim, aren't you?" "Yes, I am." "You must realise Jim is only four months in that school and he has only a few friends." "Frank, I am not stupid and I have a very high concept about your sons. I'm sure, he or because of him, this money has come here, no doubt about it. I'll keep it secret, even I'll continue with my annual collection among the rich people, but a lot of persons will have the happiest Christmas for a long time. I promise. Only I want you to make me a favour." "Go ahead, priest." The priest smiled. "I'll prepare a list with the distribution. I'll follow the principle of "Instead of giving fish, give a cane and rod to fish in the river." Was it Max or Engel's?" Frank grinned as the boys stared at each other because they did not know what they were talking about. "Never mind who said that. But you should keep it for yourself or you won't count as a priest any longer." The priest grinned. "Thanks, Family, for your help. We'll keep this confidential." He stood, said goodbye and left. As soon as he was outside Frankie asked: "Dad, what does it mean about the cane and the rod?" His wife and himself grinned, she then said: "Clever boys! That means that instead of giving them bread, sweets, clothes, etc. he will give them tools to work and repair, something permanent." The boys immediately understood, John said: "That's a good idea. Food, toys, sweets... will make very happy the people, but once they have consumed them, they'll be poor again." Frank ruffled the boy's hair. "We know it is Françoise and Jim's idea. He did not tell us anything, but we feel they have made it possible; however, they don't want this to be known, therefore, please, do not comment it with anybody, unless Jim authorises us. I'll tell it to your father all about. Now you can resume your ride to the farm." They kissed them again and took their bikes. However, that was a day for surprises. They were ready to start pedalling when a small truck van stopped in front of them. The driver came down and asked: "Hey boys, do you know James Martinez? Does he live here? "Yes, he is my brother but he is in France," Frankie said: The driver rubbed his chin: "Well, I suppose Francis Martinez Mora is your dad." "No. He is my nephew. "Fantastic! Then, who are you?" "Why are you making so many questions? You are not a policeman." John said. "Sorry lad. I'm carrying a large parcel consigned to those persons, plus Frankie Martinez and John Mora." The boys laughed, but still were puzzled and the driver near got pissed. "I'm John Mora and he is Frankie Martinez, my best friend, and James' brother." "Lovely. I'll unload the parcel. Is there any adult who can sign my papers?" "Do we need to pay anything? We both don't have a single cent." The young man grinned. "No, anything. Transportation has been paid in advance." "My dad is inside, I'll call him," Frankie said entering the house. The driver and his assistant unloaded a large carton and placed it at the house. Frankie had explained to his dad all about. He signed the reception to the driver as he said: "I must hurry up, the parcels from this company are very expensive, and shops eagerly want them. I can't risk losing any. Thanks and goodbye. The boys entered the house as Frank was examining the big parcel. "I wonder what it contains." "Please dad, open it," Frankie argued. "Well, I would like to do so, nevertheless, it is also consigned to little Francis, therefore, he should be present when we open it." "Then, what do you suggest? Frankie's mom asked. "John, Frankie; you better go to the farm as you had planned and tell them all about, I must do something after lunch, but I'll transport the parcel there during the afternoon. Please, John, tell your dad we'll meet him for coffee. "Alright. Frankie, let's go." The boys pedalled to the farm leaving the bikes outside, John entered his house while Frankie went to his half brother's home. The news spread quickly amongst all family members, and, when Frank arrived, around 3:30, the house was crowded. Little Francis' dad helped his grandfather to unload the big box from the car roof, placing it on the large living room table. He asked for a cutter and cut off seals. Just as it opened, he found two envelopes; in one of them was a letter from Jim and Francis explaining all circumstances as it happened in Paris. In the other, there was a letter that more or less said: "Sirs, following Mrs James Martinez and Francis Lambert orders, we are enclosing herewith the following items: a) One set of clothes for Francis Martinez, half for a boy of 8/9 y/o, and a half for another of 10/11 y/o. b) Two sets, for John Mora and Frankie Martinez, both for boys of 11/12 y/o. c) One set for James Martinez, boy 14/15 y/o. Hope you will enjoy our products. Regards." Frank started extracting the parcels and the boys' eyes widened watching the garments. In the envelope, also they had included a brochure showing boys and girls dressed in fashion clothes. In the first page was a handsome blond young teenager dressed in sport dress, Frank immediately recognized him. "Oh! This is Françoise! As he browsed the pages, he found many pictures of Jim and Françoise dressed in different clothes. Frankie's mom took the booklet and started kissing her son's photos, her tears rolling down her cheeks. Then John's sister, Rose, said: "The boys must be beautiful in them." "We can organize a show as we saw in the movies with girls," John suggested. His sister looked at her mom and dad, and they approved it with a look, she then said: "Okay, boys, you have already showered, so you are clean. Now we'll take all the clothes upstairs and each of you will come down dressed differently; one after the other, you'll enter the room, go around and then out. I'll dress the little Joan here." Frankie, Francis and John went to his room where three sets of clothes had been placed. They quickly undressed, but when John saw little Francis naked, he could not resist the temptation of touching and rubbing his beautiful ass. He took him in his arms and started kissing him and fondling his smooth butt cheeks. The boys' cocks started to get hard and Frankie joined them; he put little Francis' dick in his mouth while he stroked his own dick. They were moaning as their pleasures started to grow, however, at that moment they heard someone coming up. They stopped and immediately started to dress with a grin on their faces. The show was a great success, but the best star was little Joan. He passed dressed in underwear making a lovely tent his little pants as if he had his weenie erect. When he was passing he motioned putting his little ass out to the public. All laughed. They were almost finishing the passing and could observe how happy everybody was except the twins; imagining what they felt. When the three boys were dressing for the last time Frankie said: "John, have you observed the twins? They are very sad." "Well, I guess why." Frankie then said: "John, what about if you and I use only one set of clothes? We can share and dress indistinctively and give the other set to the twins?" John looked at his friend and lover tenderly, at that moment John couldn't imagine loving another person more than he loved Frankie. He kissed Jim's brother on the lips tenderly and quickly only said: "I love you, Frankie, I couldn't love you more. Please do it." He grinned and when they were in the last pass, he stopped at the middle of the room, raised his hand asking for silence and then pointing to John and himself, said: "We think we have enough clothes with one set, we will wear them indistinctively..." John's sister Rose interrupted him. "What are you going to do with the other set?" They looked to the sad twins and Frankie said: "They are for Manuel and Louis." The twins opened their mouth in disbelief, they were so surprised that did not move for almost one minute; and then John's sisters, Rose and Lucia, the twins' mothers, came to them and hugged and kissed the boys. The twins reacted, jumped and hugged them very tightly. "Thanks to both of you." Then looking at their moms, Manuel asked: "Mom, can we wear..." John's mom nodded and said: "Go upstairs and get changed into any of them." They flew to John's room, but as soon as they entered, Manuel stared at John, and Louis to Frankie, they kissed them on the lips. Their tongue parted their teeth; however, they soon separated as Manuel said: "We'll pay you back tomorrow but now we want to wear those beautiful clothes." Both changed into the new garments and ran downstairs, leaving John and Frankie alone in his room. Instinctively Frankie and John approached and embraced gently. "You are marvellous, Frankie. Thanks again." "I love that beautiful tuft of yours, John, and my best reward is watching you happy." He couldn't resist the temptation and risking being caught, he pushed him on the bed, their dicks hard as rocks. Frankie reluctantly separated from John adding: "I suppose we'll have time tonight; on the other hand, we need to arrange the parcels." At that moment the beautiful little Francis appeared. "Uncles, it has been an excellent idea for the twins." They heard the applauses downstairs; hurried up and joined the rest of the family. John's mom suggested that they had dinner all together. Frankie's mom was browsing the booklet's pages and everybody could observe her tears and kisses to the pictures whenever she found Jim's. Then Nuria, little Francis elder 12 y/o sister, asked Frank: "Grandpa, may I have the booklet?" When she observed Frankie's mom she added blushing. "Well, in fact, I want only the first page, if you don't mind", of course." Margaret looked at the beautiful girl and she saw the awakening of the girl into a new life. She understood. She tore out that page and gave it to her. She deeply blushed, took the page and ran to his house. All knew what was going on, but no one made any comment. They had dinner together and when this was near over, little Francis said: "Mom, please; I want to sleep here with Frankie and John." John's sister gazed to his mother and as she nodded, she said: "Alright, but tomorrow you'll come with your father and me for a visit." He was near to reject the idea, nevertheless, he thought he would have more fun with the boys during the night than the following day, so he agreed. It was still early to go to bed, so while the adults chatted, the boys and girls decided to play cards; after some discussion, they chose to play strip poker. They did not know much about the play, so John and Frankie explained to them the rules, but they could not play the strip part, therefore, decided they would play, and the one who wins would ask to one of the contenders to do something as it follows: a) it must be something pleasant to do. b) It must be carried out within the next 30 days, and c) It must be something easy to do; so everyone must think about what he/she would ask and who would do it in case he/she wins. All agreed, except the elder girls that abandoned the play. They started playing and after nearly an hour, Nuria and John were the last contenders; they played again and she won. Triumphantly she glanced at them grinning for a couple of minutes, and then she said: "John, I choose you. I'll let you know in due time what you have to do." He bitted his lips but could not do anything; he was committed to doing whatever she asked him. All the children went to bed and only the adults remained downstairs. Francis, John and Frankie entered his room and locked the door. As soon as they entered, John started kissing his 10 y/o nephew, Francis. Frankie yanked his shorts and underwear to his ankles... Chapter 23 --------------- The 21st of December was Friday, and as soon as the classes ended, everybody started leaving, except those whose families were abroad and had to remain in the school. Jim and Francis packed their belongings and after wishing good holidays to all their friends, they left; a few minutes later Francis' dad arrived. Hugs and kisses were exchanged and they left for Normandy. "Where's Uncle Carl, dad?" "He went to pick Margarita up, they must already be there." Jim thought about Francis' sister. Would she be as the girl of his dreams? If she is as her brother, honest, fair, intelligent and sincere, it will be very difficult not to fall in love with her. However, he had to be very careful, he's a poor boy and this girl is rich, very rich. He was sure about Francis' friendship, but would she be the same as he was? Her father is homosexual and he was sure that everybody thinks the same about Francis, except him. They surely mistook his shyness with his dislikes for girls, thus, assuming he is like his father. What a wonderful thing would be if she were the same as Francis is! I would love her forever." Jim sighed as Francis noticed his friend's concentration in his thoughts, he placed his hands on Jim's shoulders bringing him to reality. "What are you thinking about?" "Well... nothing important, sorry." He lied to his friend. After passing thru a large city, soon they entered a narrow road and a large white house appeared in front of them. "We are at home, boys." Francis' dad announced. As they descended from the large vehicle, two dogs came barking and moving their tails to Francis. "Hi boys, how are you?" He caressed their heads and pointing to Jim, he said. "This is Jim, our friend." The animals smelled him and immediately started licking his hand happily. Suddenly a beautiful blonde girl came running to Francis shouting. She hugged him very tight and they kissed. Jim immediately recognized Margarita. "She is even prettier than in the picture." He thought. "Oh Françoise, I have missed you a lot! I love you, brother." They kissed again. "I love you, my beautiful sister. But let me introduce you to my best friend and roommate, James Martinez. Jim, this is my sister Margarita." Both looked into each other in the eyes, not knowing what to say or what to do. Both blushed, however, Jim more accustomed and experienced in similar situations said: "Glad to see you, Margarita. You are even prettier than I thought." They kissed on the cheeks, as it is traditional in Europe, especially in France. "Thanks, James. I hope you enjoy your stay with us." She then took her brother's arm and went inside the large house. A middle-aged man approached, Jim recognized Carl. They hugged and greeted Jim welcoming him into the house. They entered a small entrance with a door to a wide hall. There was a large stairs leading to the first floor and all bedrooms. They entered one of them with a large twin-bed; inside there were two doors, one on the right to the bathroom, and one to the left, with access to another room. In front, there was a large window facing the fields and garden, and far away, the sea. Then Francis said: "I'll show you around the house later on. Let's pay a visit to Mama Moirés, she is the housekeeper, nevertheless, she is as our second mother. She looked after us when my mom left us, we love her dearly, and surely Margarita is now there." They left the luggage unpacked, and ran downstairs out of the house. About a hundred meters there was a lovely two storage small house surrounded by a well-cared little garden. Francis explained. "They are not mere employees, but an essential part of the family. They have a son and a daughter already married. My granddad and my dad assumed their education since they were children. Today they are an MD and an Economist, respectively; both live in the large city we went thru." They entered the little house without asking for permission, surprising Mama Moirés in the kitchen. She opened her large arms and hugged his little Françoise as she called him: "You are so grown up! My god, what a beautiful child I have! What have you done with your marvellous long hair?" Then, without waiting for Francoise's answer, watching Jim standing up near them, she asked: "Who is this handsome lad? I suppose he is James." "You suppose well, Mama Moirés, he's my best friend." Jim was to extend his hand; yet, the woman hugged and kissed him as if he was her son." My Françoise's friends are my sons, too." Watching the lady's friendship, she reminded Jim of his mom and much more John's mother. He felt a little homesick and sighed. She immediately noticed Jim's reaction and looking into his eyes, she added: "Feel at home, James." "Thanks, Mrs Moirés." "Please, never call me Mrs, that's for strangers, you are not a stranger in this house anymore." "Thanks again Mama Moirés." She smiled at him broadly. "That's much better. I suppose you would like a cup of coffee." Jim looked at Francis and he said. "We haven't yet unpacked, however, we accept it." They sat on the kitchen for a long time chatting about the school, her sons and grandchild. They came back to their room and once unpacked their luggage, Jim said: "I want to shower. Will you join me? Francis looked at his friend and lover, pressing his hand and then he said: "I would like it, but let's keep the forms, especially as early as now." "I do agree with you." Jim started to undress; he was waist up nude when Margarita entered. "Sorry..." She was to retreat, her face blushed, but Jim argued. "It's nothing to sorry about, Margarita. We were getting ready for a shower. That's all." "Come on sister, sit down here," Francis said patting his bed. She furtively peeked to the well-formed wide chest and back, as Jim entered the bathroom. "Françoise, do you have the same...frame?" Francis smiled and quickly undressed showing his wide chest muscles and smooth skin. "We have worked a lot during swimming. What do you think little sister? She touched his brother admiring his body. "You are beautiful brother." He smiled pleased. "I suppose you have come not only to see our anatomies. Am I wrong?" She blushed again because had been trapped, however, up to now she had not had any secret for her brother. "You are right, Françoise. He's the boy of my dreams as I told you, and I don't know what to do. I blush like a little child as soon as I watch him... and, how is... he? I don't even dare to speak to him." Francis stared into his sister's blue eyes as he placed his hands or her shoulders. "Sister, nothing would make me happier than you and Jim eventually would fall in love. There are not many human beings like him. He is one of the cleverest boys of the school, honest, fair, and loves helping others who might need him. I was considered a sissy in the school; however, he got all the best of my being. Now I'm one of the most respected and admired boys in the school, and not because I'm his friend, but for my merits that he got out from me and others. He wouldn't doubt to sacrifice himself to help others, even risking his prestige and career. I cannot say anything more to this respect by now. It is a secret." Apparently, she was listening in silence, nevertheless, her mind was quickly processing all the information; need not saying she was very pleased with her brother words. "I suppose he has defects, like everybody else," Margarita said. "Yes he has, but not for me, of course, but for others, surely he has. He's coming from a very poor family, so has not been brought up in a nice surrounding and has not been highly educated as we were. He has been almost a street boy, studying with a scholarship paid by a rich man from his village. Despite all that, he is very proud and doesn't feel inferior to anyone, poor or rich. He worships intelligence, honesty, fairness and beauty. Surprise yourself! He strongly believes and defends women as equal to men. As you can see he's completely different from those boys we know; so, he would never go behind you and allowing you to play with him; as you normally do with other boys." She smiled slyly. "You love him, don't you?" "Yes, with all my heart, and he loves me, too." "Oh! I see..." Francis got serious. "Sister, don't easily reach erroneous conclusions. I'll tell you something that I shouldn't tell, but you know I had no secrets with you. We are best friends and even sometimes lovers, but he isn't homosexual, even I doubt if I am, too. "But if you do... things together, that's not normal between straight boys." "It isn't normal when you have access to girls; but there, we can only see boys; and at our age, a boy can be as prettier as a girl." She argued: "But we are only girls in my school and I don't think anyone makes sex things with others," Francis smirked. "Are you completely sure of that? Think about it, because it also happens between girls, maybe in less extent than males, but they do; they are called lesbians." At that moment Jim opened the bathroom door and appeared wrapped in a large towel, this stopped the two brother's conversation. Margarita now looked better at Jim and she silently sighed at the view of the near-nude boy. "How handsome he is! He is not a pretty boy, but a real handsome young gentleman; he is so attractive and wonderful..." She thought. "Oh! I'm sorry Margarita; I didn't know you still were here." She quickly reacted and thought she has to set up a strategy to get Jim's love. She did not mind at all he was poor, she would have a lot of money; however, he might reject her because she would be rich in the future. Well, I would think about that later, step by step, she thought. "Well, I thought I should show you the house, Jim." Françoise looked at his clever sister and grinned, nevertheless, turning his head so Jim could not see his sly smile. "Sure, I'll be ready in one minute." She stood up and left, returning a few minutes later. "I'm ready for the tour." She smiled and took him thru the door on the left. It was a very large room with two beds and wardrobes, one of them full of toys. On the wall, there were pictures of a boy from about five to eight y/o. "Françoise's room used to be my dad's; this one was until a few years ago ours, now it is Charlie's. As you could see, in Françoise's there are thirteen pictures, taken on every birthday. The same applies to this and in mine. Dad says he will continue taking the pictures until we are 20 y/o." "It is a good idea; unfortunately I have only a few pictures of me when I was little." They passed thru a left side door to her room, a tidy and beautiful place, similar to Francis' room. "This is my room and it used to be my mother's; so ours was between both, later converted in the toy room until Charlie appeared." From there, they went out to the passageway. "These two rooms are guest's, similar to the others", she opened the doors and showed to Jim. She pointed out the next two, but she did not open them. "These are dad's and Uncle Carl, similar in size." She then changed the subject and asked Jim: "How is my brother, Jim?" The boy got surprised by the girl's question. "I suppose you know him better than I do, so I don't much understand your words." "There are subjects we never talk about. After all, I'm a girl and he's a boy." "I must be honest to you; I couldn't cheat you even if I wanted." Margarita's heart accelerated with this spontaneous and unexpected declaration. "Please..." "I have been very lucky finding him. Probably, he's one of the most complete human beings I could meet. I only can compare him with my dad. He is intelligent, honest, fair and ready to risk himself to help others. He's always ready to forgive any offence made to him. I'm sure he forgave your mother a long time ago. He had a defect, he used to be very shy, but I think that's over now." "You are close friends, aren't you?" "I know what you are trying to find out. I'll be very sincere to you, even knowing the bad opinion you might have of me. Yes, we are very close, even, sometimes we share the same bed and console ourselves sexually. However, please, don't commit the mistake to prejudge us labelling as homosexuals. We aren't and I don't have any prejudice against people who are born with that. We love each other and like to enjoy our mutual relationship; you must realise we don't have girls available..." "Thanks for your sincerity, Jim." Jim observed the stairs that continued up and took the chance to change the subject. "Where this stair leads?" "It goes to a large loft and two small rooms, now empty. The attic's full of junk and old furniture. Françoise and I used to hide and play there when we were little. Mama Moirés went scared when we disappeared, she hated entering that place." Jim smiled thinking about these two little devils full of energy running thru the house. "Why do you smile?" "For a moment I imagined you two doing pranks all the time." She then chuckled. "I suppose Mama Moirés suffered a lot, but she never got upset, on the contrary, when she found us she started kissing and hugging us, because of that, we did it more often." In a flashback, to Jim's mind came what his half brother told him, he bore being spanked in order the bruises attracted his real father's love and hugged him. The intelligent girl looked at Jim a little bit confused. "Did I say something funny?" "Not really. Your actions, in such a way, were similar to what my elder brother did when he was a little boy to attract our father's love." At that moment she wanted he could tell her everything about him and his family, she was anxious, however, she thought time would give enough chances. They went downstairs and in the first door was the library. A very large room with all walls covered with thousands of books, except the front one. In front, there was a fireplace and a large oil painting, showing a beautiful young lady and two very young children. Jim looked careful to the group while Margarita kept silence. "I guess these are your mother and both of you." "Yes. The painting was finished six months before she deserted us. I have hated this painting for a long time until she died. I hated her because she abandoned us; I would never do that to my children if I ever have one. I would kidnap or even worst, to keep my child with me." Jim could see some tears appearing on her beautiful blue eyes that she tried to keep back. He did not know what to do; however, he risked her rejection but thought she needed someone to comfort her. Without saying anything, he slowly dragged her to his chest and wiped her cheeks with his fingers. Her body trembled at their lightly contact. She tenderly pushed him back wanting at that moment he kissed and hugged her even very hard. "Sorry Jim, but I have missed her a lot. Fortunately, I have had a wonderful father; he never failed us and had been near us every moment of our short lives. He gave up a high position in the French's society to be with us. I'm sure he could have been a minister or even higher, but he preferred to be at our school gates to pick us up every afternoon. We used to run to him and he lifted us both at the same time asking "How are my angels today?" "It's alright. I always believe there's a cause that produces a consequence." She perplexed looked at him not understanding. "What do you mean?" Taking her outside and closing the door, he answered. "I mean it is very difficult to judge a person without knowing his or her reasons. For example, I strongly believe that no one commits suicide being right-minded; therefore, perhaps your mother took that decision without measuring the consequences. After that, it was too late to rectify." "Let's don't talk about this subject. I strongly think that for a mother, a son and daughter are above any circumstance. I believe she was selfish, simple as that; it is not the first mother who acts like this." Jim observed how Margarita was becoming affected by this conversation. "Please, let's continue unless you want to stop it." She smiled understanding Jim did not want her to suffer from that subject. She opened a couple of doors: "These are dad's and Uncle Carl's offices. Here they study and discuss the juridical cases. Also, they administer and take decisions about the administration and investments of their Companies." "It must be interesting. Did you or Francis attend any meeting when they discussed subjects about their companies?" "Well, lately they invited Francis, but he rejected it." "Why not you?" "I'm a girl; it is supposed business must be carried out by men." Jim stopped their tour. "Why? Do you feel inferior to your brother? I still don't know you very well, but my heart is telling me that you are as capable as Françoise is, therefore, able to do anything that a man can do. Women are the centre of our universe, what could we, men, do without you?" These words went deeper into the girl's heart; yes, her brother told her the truth about this strange street boy. "Oh! thanks for defending women rights; unfortunately there aren't many like you." "I'm talking about you now; however, in general women are as intelligent as men, if not more." "Thanks again. You would be more than welcome to my friend's meetings." She grinned and continued showing different rooms for the service, also a very large saloon or ballroom. She opened one door and entered a spacious kitchen. Chapter 24 --------------- Jim watched the kitchen amazed; he inspected the oven and everything. He looked at her, and smiling said: "What do you want to eat tonight, Madame? She followed what she thought was a joke. "I would like... soup and a lovely Dover's sole." "I'm not joking. Please ask Mama Moirés whether I can use her kitchen." Laughing she said: "You are mad. You don't need to ask anything." Jim then got serious as he explained to the girl. "Margarita, a kitchen for a cook is as a kingdom for a king. Please ask her for her permission." She left and some minutes later she returned. "She is okay as long as you serve her and her husband a light supper. "Are you ready to help, mademoiselle?" "Yes, sir." He saw her lovely eyes sparkling forgetting all her sadness. They were even bluer than before, contracting against her silky blond hair. "Alright. First I need some cook clothes, and then you'll show me where I can find the products. You said the first and main courses, what's about the sweet?" She thought for a moment and then, said: "Apple pie? We all love it." She went to the pantry room and brought some white clothes. Happily, they ran upstairs and changed into them. Francis was amused but not surprised. "Do you need any extra help?" "Yes, come down. Strangely, but we didn't have a washing machine, my sister insisted and my dad purchased it just a few weeks ago." Brother and sister accompanied Jim to the kitchen. Francis said: "Sister, I forgot to tell you about Jim being a good cook." They started to work and a couple of hours later they had everything ready. They prepared two trays for Mama and Papa Moirés and carried then, while Margarita was preparing the table in the small dining room. They had heard their dad and Uncle Carl entering, so in a few minutes, they would be downstairs. Mama Moirés tasted the fish and said: "What have you done with this sole?" A grimace appeared in Jim's face astonished, but before he could ask anything, she added: "I have never tasted a sole like this. You must tell me how you did it. She kissed Jim on the cheek. "Congratulations. I never dined the main course at night, but today I'll break my rule." All returned to the main house; went upstairs and cleaned. Again downstairs, called his dad and Uncle Carl for dinner, Francis served the turtle soup, when they savoured it Uncle Carl said: "Mama Moirés is always surpassing herself; this soup is excellent; I wonder what she has added to it." The boys and girl giggled as his dad questioned them with sight. "Mama is today in his house, the cook is in front of you," Margarita said and proudly added. "And we have been his assistants." "Jim, did you do it?" "Yes; and wait to the main course..." Jim grinned, and when the soup was over, he stood up followed by Margarita and Francis. While they cleaned the dishes, he went to the kitchen and returned with a trolley. He served the fish and sat down. As an expert gourmet, Uncle Carl tasted the sole. "Charles, what's about this flavour? Did you ever try anything similar?" "I'm as surprised as you are, Carl." He now addressing to Jim said: "Jim, tell me how much you want to earn and I'll pay you anything to start as a cook in one of our best restaurants." Jim was very pleased and blushed. "Thank you very much, sir, but it is still too soon. I must finish my studies before I start working; besides, I feel more than paid with your compliments." "Well done", Carl said. They finished the fish and the apple pie was served with the same results. Then Jim said: "I suppose, gentlemen, you will have coffee..." "Please, here; not in the living room." "Would you accept a Gaelic one?" "Yes, why not", Uncle Carl said. The three children cleared the table and put all the dirty dishes in the new washing machine he had not seen before. He prepared the coffee and three glasses of milk. The adults tasted the coffee and as before, Uncle Carl said: "Jim, what did you add to this to obtain such flavour?" "Sorry, sir, but as I said to you before, it is a professional secret." They all laughed. Margarita could not take her eyes from Jim, and Francis smiled as he watched his sister. Then their father said: "Jim, you have confirmed what I suspected from you. You have a bright future before you. First of all, I must thank you for what you and Françoise have done; being sincere, I never expected that great success from my son, not because he couldn't do it, but for his attitude that you have changed. We have congratulated ourselves for that, from now on you are part of this family, so you don't need to care about your education; we'll assume all your expenses. I'll talk to Mr Hermann about this. I only would like you make a promise to us, and it is when you finish your studies your first job will be in our company. Then you will decide what to do with your life." Jim was with his head on his chest, Margarita got up and cleaned two tears from his eyes as he had done to her sometime before. Jim stood up and said: "Sir, I don't deserve such treatment from you. I'm only a boy and far away from my family; my parents would be very happy hearing you and, of course, you have my word that you'll be my first employer. On the other hand, I believe you are not fair with your son; he had helped me as much as I did to him. I hope not to disappoint you in the future." The adults looked at Francis. "I'm sure you won't. And believe me, I'm being selfish because I'm investing in future, and you, girl and boys, are the future. All stood up and joined in a common hug. A few minutes later, the adults entered the library. Francis, Jim and Margarita went to the kitchen to put everything in order; after finishing, they went to their rooms. In the corridor, Francis kissed his sister goodnights. Jim waved his hand to Margarita; she gave him the best of her smiles and entered her room. As soon as the boys were alone, Jim took Francis from behind and bitted his right ear; Francis turned around and kissed his friend passionately. Their young boy tools started to grow and soon were on the bed grinding their crotches excited. "Please, lock the doors", Jim said. Francis jumped and locked the doors starting to undress Jim as they used. The naked boys stick their tongues into each other's mouth passionately, moaning, if not loudly, they did not care much about the sounds they produced. Despite being tired with the day's excitements, they were young enough as not to notice it. Soon spasms came thru their bodies as they reached their first orgasm, spurting between their bodies their seeds. After a short time, Francis which was on top gyrated to a 69 position and both started again their sex play. Some minutes elapsed until their bodies got rigid and again expelling their seed in each mouth. Francis slipped to his side and cuddled in Jim's arms tenderly. He extended his hand and placed a towel between them, cleaning their mess and drifting to sleep. When Margarita entered her room she started to think about what the boys had said to her, they were honest no one laid out a delicate and private subject, as it was their sexual relationship. She felt sad because she had a different idea about the boy she was sure had started to love. Instinctively she crossed Charlie's room and put her ear against the door. She blushed as a part of herself felt very ashamed, but she could not move; her other part nailed her ear to the door until the silence overcame into the next room, as the boys had finished their enjoyment. She returned to her room feeling guilty for intruding in the boys' intimate lives. Tears came to her face, promising herself she would never do it again. However, she could not take from her young mind the sounds of the moans and grunts, coming into her mind all possible sex images as some of her friends had explained to her. She drifted to sleep. She dreamt Jim had entered thru Charlie' door; he was wearing a silk robe but nothing else underneath. She could see the top of his erected hard penis thru the open gown; she was naked as he undressed and approached her. He did not kiss her as she wanted, he placed a hand over her left breast, starting to massage it, it felt marvellous and she started to moan as she had heard her brother. Then she saw how Jim took his penis to the entrance of her vagina, he smiled saying "I love you Margarita, don't worry, I would never hurt you." It was not very large, similar to Françoise's. She attracted him to her, but she could not kiss him as she wanted. He continued massaging her right breast and it felt wonderful, however, when his penis touched inside her vagina that was amazing. Something warm and exciting came from her loins spreading to all parts of her body, she did not know what that was; she felt she liked him not to stop. "Please, Jim, don't stop. Please!" Her body tensed, she arched her hips as a muffled cry came thru her throat. Jim disappeared and she woke up; still breathing hard, her left hand on her right breast and her right middle finger inside her vagina. She deeply blushed and felt ashamed of what she had done, nevertheless, it was so real... and she had enjoyed it. She knew she had had an orgasm, her first one after she started bleeding a few months ago, however, she found masturbation not properly of a young and educated woman; such thing was more for boys, or not? One thing was sure for her; to lie on a bed with a boy must be great, especially if that boy was Jim; she thought. Sweetly buried her head on the soft pillow and drifted to sleep again. The following morning she got up early and happily went to the kitchen, however, he found Jim preparing breakfast for Francis and himself. He smiled at her. "Good morning, Margarita. You look beautiful and happy, did you have lovely dreams?" Her mind reeled back to her dream. She blushed and turned slightly her face as if she was looking for something, trying to conceal her embarrassment. "Good morning Jim. Yes, I, I... had a fantastic dream." She could finally articulate. Jim observed her embarrassment and quickly changed the subject. "Do you want me to prepare breakfast for you, too? Françoise will be here in a minute, he's showering." "Please. I'm starving." They laughed and in a few minutes, all three together had breakfast in the way Jim and Francis liked it. They planned the day riding the bikes thru all their large fields until reaching a little village with a small port, mostly used for fishermen. Francis pointed out to a ship on docks. "That's our ship, she's being repaired. It is a pity she is not ready, we could sail off for a few hours." "Never mind Francis, I suppose we may have some chance in the future. On the other hand, I'm not very fond of vessels." Margarita discretely was watching Jim about what he said and what he did. "He's so handsome... is a young man rather than a boy...!" She thought. Early Saturday, around 5:00 am over the North Atlantic Sea, Charlie woke up in his first-class seat; a hostess was continuously watching him as she was responsible for the boy during his air trip, until she delivered him to his family at the Paris' airport. He yawned and stretched out his arms. "What a beautiful child is him!" The young woman thought. "His parents must be very proud of having a boy like him. I wonder why he is left alone travelling..." Her thoughts were interrupted as Charlie asked her. "Miss, what time is it?" "It is 11:00 in Paris and 5:00 in New York?" "Have we been flying 11 hours just now? "No, it is the time we gained, since we are travelling against the sun." "I don't understand why." "You will know it when you are older and a teacher explains it to you the school. Who is waiting for you at the airport?" His face beamed with pride and a nice smile came to his beautiful face. The girl sighed. Charlie pointed to the card hanging from his neck. "I'm Charles Peter Lambert. In the airport is waiting for me, my brother Françoise Lambert, my sister Margarita Lambert and Papa Charles Lambert. I'm looking forward to meeting them and stay at my homeland, Normandy, during all the Christmas holidays." "But you are an American, how can you call Normandy your homeland?" The boy looked at her a little bit upset, but he was an educated little boy and politely said: "I'm blond as all persons in Normandy, I was born in the US, but I'm a Norman, too." She did not intend to question anymore the boy, "Probably this is a consequence of a divorce," she thought. Then, thru the speakers, it was announced: "Please fasten your belt-seat, we are landing..." After twenty minutes the large aeroplane landed smoothly. When most of the travellers left the plane, the hostess took Charlie from the hand and the small suitcase on the other; they checked thru Customs formalities and went to the exit gate. A crowd was waiting for their families and some were holding up pieces of paper with written names. Charlie spotted his family and detaching from the hostess' hand, ran with his arms open. Francis and Margarita saw him and bent to receive his little brother. Charlie jumped on both with an arm around each neck and started kissing both at the same time, with some tears on his lovely blue eyes. "I love you, brother. I love you sister. I have missed you a lot. I'm very happy being at home with my family..." He left his brother and sister and jumped on his official father's arms. "Papa Charles, I love you, too, my problem is that I cannot hug you all at the same time. I'm so happy..." Charles lifted him to his chest hugging tenderly him on his arms. The hostess arrived and said. "Sorry sir, I couldn't stop him. I suppose you are Mr Charles Lambert." "Yes, I am, and this is my family." · You don't need to identify yourself; Charlie has done it for you. Here you are this little suitcase with some valuables in it. It was sealed in New York's airport and cleared from Customs." "Thanks for your help and assistance. Please Françoise take it." When the girl left, Margarita said: "Charlie, may I introduce you to a special good friend? He is Françoise's roommate and best friend. He is spending Christmas with us. Jim smiled at the little boy accustomed to behaving like an adult. "He is James Martinez, from Spain. Jim, this is our little brother Charlie Lambert." Jim was prepared to extend his hand to shake it with Charlie's, however, the boy raised his arms and Jim took him in his arms, kissing him on the cheeks. When the boy reached his ears, in a low voice he said: "Are you my sister's boyfriend?" Jim blushed at the little devil's question and quickly said: "Not yet." The little imp smiled. Without leaving Jim's hand he added: "I have some friends called Martinez, some from Mexico, Puerto Rico and Miami, but all of them are brown-skinned, however, you are as white as we are, even more, because you have not any freckles. How's that? Then Francis intervened. "Charlie, you are very fond of horses, how do you name an authentic racehorse?" "Well... my dad says it is a thoroughbred horse, it is pure with no mix." Margarita then added: "Similar to that is Jim, he is a pure European Latin Martinez, your friends are mixed; however, a mix can sometimes be as good as a pure one." "So, Jim is like ourselves, we are Normans Lamberts and he is Spanish Martinez." "More or less", Charles said. "Let's go; you can discuss that subject later." The little boy now hand in hand with his sister asked her in a low voice. "He's very tall, strong and handsome with that dark hair and white skin. Is he your boyfriend?" "Not yet. But may I say you a secret, if you can keep it?" "Sure, I'm a man of honour." Margarita laughed. "I'm doing my best to catch him; I'll let you know if I get my goal." The little boy grinned slyly to his sister. "I love you, sister. I am very happy to be here with all of you, my family." "Charlie you shouldn't forget that you also have a family in the US." "Yes I have, but they are not like this here. My dad is always busy and my little sisters are crying all the time; besides, they are not Normans so I prefer to live with my grandpa." Margarita did not know what to say to the little boy, so she changed the subject. "Well, you are here now. We'll talk about it some other time, my little Norman." The boy grinned satisfied as his sister called him like that. "May I say another secret? But this you must keep it absolutely because the boys don't know anything about it." "Please, go ahead." "I'm preparing a little party at home. We'll have a dance in the ballroom. We are going to invite some other boys and girls of all ages, not babies, of course." "Of course, I'm fed up of babies by now. You said in the ballroom. However, Papa Charles doesn't like to open that room since mom passed away. Will he now change his mind?" "I'm working on that subject. We have a host and we are now old enough to have some fun." The little boy grinned watching how his sister considered him old enough to keep secrets. No one in the US would do as they do here, that was one of the reasons he liked so much his French family, they were a real family and loved him. He reached his sister neck again and kissed her. "Thanks, sister, I adore you a lot." "I love you, too." They were approaching the parking lot; Jim sat in the front seat near Charles and the three brothers on the large back seat. Charlie was tired, mostly due to the time difference. He started chatting; however, soon he yawned and laid his head on Margarita's thighs. Francis took off the boy shoes and he, instinctively, cuddled in Margarita's lap. She started caressing his long blond curly hair and from time to time, she kissed softly his little brother's cheek. Jim stared at her and their eyes met for a couple of seconds as she raised her head from the boy. He saw the love of a mother in those beautiful blue eyes and he secretly sighed turning his head to the road ahead. "I think she would be the best mother in the world. I love you, Margarita. But I'm nothing, only a poor boy from a poor village and family. How can I think about love with this rich girl? Her father probably had already thought about a determined boy for his daughter, so the best thing will be not to think about it despite Francis' words. He is an honest friend and trusted him, but he was not his sister. He was poor but very proud of his family, he was sure that if she loved him she would not mind he was poor or not, but what about the future? She has lived in a different social status unreachable for him right now, so there would only be one way to gain that love: to work hard and be the best; she then would consider his love, he was sure of it. So he will now disregard her and concentrate on his work." Those were his thoughts. He finished these reflections when a new thought came into his mind: "But if I disregard her she may think I don't like or love her, or even think I'm a queer and love someone else. No, I'll tell her that I love her, but I cannot offer anything by now, if she truly loves me, she'll wait; after all, we are still very young and are not hurry." Thinking about this he heard Charles saying: "I thought to stop to have some lunch and call to the US, but Charlie is asleep. What shall we do?" he asked. Francis answered: "Dad, we can wait for lunch. It is a pity to wake him up. I think you can stop somewhere, call Mama Moirés, and tell her we'll arrive later and have supper ready. We'll have time on these days to go off for lunch." "That's a good idea. Let's stop at that gas station." He did and then they resumed their trip home. As the car parked outside the main entrance, Francis softly touched Charlie who woke up. "Where are we? He asked. "We are at home." He stood as touched by a powerful spring. "Our home!" Mama Moirés came out followed by her husband. Charlie ran and jumped into her arms, and hanging from her neck, he kissed her. The lady hugged the boy to her heart; she recognized the features of her mother in that beautiful face and she could not help as some tears rolled down her cheeks. During the time that his mother remained in the house, she was as a mother for her, the mother she never knew. "Did you have a good journey, honey? He smiled at her, answering: "Yes, very good, but I was anxious to return home. Now I'm happy to be here with all of you." He gave his hand to the lady and her husband to enter the house. Once in there, he ran to the library and stood in front of the large oil painting representing his mother and his two brothers. Francis and Margarita entered and hugged their younger brother, cleaning his tears. "Why had she to die? We intensely loved her." All three joined in a common hug in silence as homage to their mother; Francis then said: "If she is watching us I don't think she is pleased. She wanted us happy and not sad." The little boy hugged his brother tightly. Jim, Mr and Mrs Moirés observed the scene, could not avoid the emotions rising to their eyes. "Yes, you are right. Let's go upstairs." They closed the door and went upstairs. Once in his room, he said to Francis: "Brother, may I ask you for a favour?" "Of course, little brother. What is it?" "I know I have here all kind of clothes and Papa Charles could buy more, but I would like to wear yours when you were my age. Can I? Please, please." "I don't mind at all, but I wonder whether your dad would like that." The boy looked at his brother disappointed and a little upset and with resentment. "I don't mind my dad, besides, he isn't here. Would mom have objected this? "Sure she wouldn't," Francis answered. "Then there is not any point; besides French clothes are more elegant than American's. All the boys in the school envy me when I return dressed like here. "No objection to make," Margarita added. "I'll tell Mama Moirés to prepare them for you to sort them out." "Lovely." He smiled at his brothers and kissed them. "I wonder how anybody can resist your wishes," Francis said. All three smiled. Chapter 25 --------------- Those days were wonderful for the brothers and of course for Jim. They ran and rode the bikes always the four together. They visited all the villages and people waived them knowing who they were. Christmas Eve arrived and that was a sad day for Jim. Charlie also mentioned his dad as they always gave presents that night, however, he happily accepted the French customs, after all, "I'm a Norman," He used to say. After the special dinner, Margarita stood: "Jim and Francis, we have a surprise for you." They looked at each other and to Charlie that was not surprised at all. They looked at her inquiring, she then continued: "Dad, Uncle Carl, Charlie and I, want to congratulate you, Jim and Françoise for your medals in the school games and have organised a party with a ball." "A ball, where?" "We'll use our ballroom. Dad says mom liked a lot those parties, so he is happy to open it for his children, we have invited many boys and girls and their parents, as they used to come when mom was alive, however, it'll be during the afternoon." The boys were taken aback, they could not speak. Then Jim said: "When will it take place?" "Tomorrow afternoon, at 5:00 pm," Margarita said. Francis hugged his dad. "Thanks, dad. You are great; then I suppose we must prepare the ballroom." Charlie jumped from his seat and took his brother and Jim from their hands. "Come on!" When they were just in front of the door, he pushed it and opened entirely. "Here you are!" The ballroom appeared fully illuminated with little globes, garlands, etc. hanging from the ceilings. "Wow! That's wonderful." Jim took Charlie in his arms saying: "You little imp knew it, didn't you?" "Yes, I did and helped, but we all are very proud of you, champions. They ended dinner went to their rooms; Jim to write some letters to his family. However, when they entered, Jim asked: "Do you know all the girls and boys that are coming to the ball?" "No; I wonder to whom they have invited, but one thing is for sure, this type of balls in the past was used as a business meeting..." Jim interrupted his friend. "What do you mean by business meeting?" "Well, parents are bored while their children have fun, therefore, they sat down on the library, drink coffee and cognac, and talk about business. It is as simple as that. "Not a bad idea, anyway; and do you know any of them?" "Just a few. Surely Monsieur Lisps will come with his twin daughters. He is divorced and his children are growing up very wild. They are Margarita's friends and go to the same school. We were eight the last time they came; they took me to the loft and sucked my weenie, as they got naked. We had a lot of fun that day. "Did you enjoy it?" Francis grinned slyly. "Yes, of course, but I couldn't repeat it. Now they are 14 y/o, and well proportioned." Jim started to think, and then, grinning, said: "Francis, do we have a place where eventually we could fuck these girls?" "Are you mad? Margarita doesn't take her eyes from us, especially from you, she would stop it." "Does she know anything about what you did to them?" "Of course not, but she is not silly and would suspect something if we are not here." "She'll be well occupied with the boys that adore and attend her." "It seems you don't mind the boys are around her." Jim looked seriously to his friend and lover, placed his hands on his shoulders and staring into his blue eyes. "Francis, I like your sister more than I ever thought I would; and I mind a great deal about her. However, tomorrow won't be a day to take her from the guests, and it would be very selfish from me doing it if I could. I doubt I could do anything, so let's have a little fun with others where she enjoys with her friends. I would never offend her or you under any circumstance but she and I are only friends, and you know it." Francis bitted his lips, he could not say to his friend how much his sister loved him and she had been dreaming about him during the past weeks. It would have been unfair, so he had to go ahead with Jim's plans. They would discover their mutual love someday, nevertheless, this was what scared him to hell; this could be too late. "Alright, Jim. We have two places: one in the loft and the other one in the little cottage near the garden. This is a good place, nevertheless, it needs to be cleaned and warmed." "What are we waiting for? Come on! Let's go." They furtively sneaked to the cottage with cleaning tools, some blankets and sheets. An hour later, they had arranged their net. Francis locked the door and kept the key, so tomorrow, they would only need to put some fire on the stove to warm it up. In the afternoon it will be ready for any adventure. The following day they were excited right from the morning. Charlie went to his new wardrobe where he chose a dress from his brother. He tried it and showed it to Margarita. "How do I look like, sister?" Margarita looked at her beautiful brother and hugged him. "You look like a little prince from a fairy tale. I'm sure all little girls will be behind you all evening requesting a kiss from you." Charlie smiled satisfied at his sister. "I'll have kisses for all of them if they want. Don't worry." They laughed. "What about you? Are you waiting for your prince?" "I'm not sure if he'll come..." The boy looked at his sister but he did not get any more answers. In the other room, Jim and Francis were nervous, too. Jim then said: "You show and introduce me to those girls, and follow me in all instances. You must forget your remaining shyness." "I'll try. As soon as it is dark we just got to the cottage and set up a fire on the stove. I don't want anyone to see the smoke thru the chimney and ask questions." Before Jim asked he continued: "This cottage is normally used for persons who come to work here and end late at the night, or are too far from their homes and don't want to travel in the night. That's the case when my dad contracts waitresses to serve dinner during the company annual conventions." The time arrived and adults followed by children of all ages, except babies, started to arrive; Margarita greeted them at their arrival as a hostess that she was. In a few minutes, the house was full of yells and the little children running from one side to other. Margarita was delighted with so many children around them; however, Charlie was the real star for the little girls of his age. Soon a band composed of young students started playing modern music for the delight of all the children that crowded dancing the centre of the room. Large tables were covered with glasses and bowls with light beverages and sweets. Margarita, Francis and Jim stood and soon Margarita was requested to dance; she gladly accepted. Two blond girls approached Francis from behind and blinded him. "Guess who I am." Francis did not recognize the voice, so he said: "Sure it is the voice of a beautiful girl, but I'm silly enough not recognizing you." "Well, that's enough." They laughed and the other girl added: "Won't you introduce us your friend, Françoise?" "Sure. He is Jim Martinez, from Spain, my roommate and best friend. Jim these lovely twins are July and Jean Lisps." They kissed on the cheeks and Jim noticed the smooth skin and the lovely smell of expensive perfume. Jim then offered: "Would you like a drink?" "Oh, yes!" "I'll bring you something special." When Jim left Francis added: "He is a wonderful barman." "And very handsome," July said. "Yes, very handsome and strong," Her sister repeated. Jim prepared a mix with all available on the tables, then entered the kitchen and mixed some whiskey on the glasses for the girls. When he returned he said: "Here you are, but in confidence, they are almost as for adults, as I think that you are." "Well done Jim, you are very fair advising us." Some boys approached asking them to dance, but they refused. July said to them: "By now we are engaged with these handsome boys." All laughed and after half an hour chatting, Jim invited July to dance and Francis did the same to her sister. Jim pushed her a little against him so she could notice his dick. She smiled and then said: "What a pity you are..." She did not continue as she grinned slyly. "You know..." The music stopped for a pause and Jim dragged her from the hand, followed by Francis and her sister. The four went out in the chilly darkness and around the corner; Jim pulled her against him and kissed her on the lips, introducing his tongue in her mouth. The girls were taken aback and only reacted when the boys started exploring their tits, their dicks pushing against their crotches. July then said: "Not here and now. Sorry for what I said. I have had a delightful surprise." "Me too", her sister added. Let's go in...but I want more of this marvellous and sweet... drink." The girls added slyly." Francis bitted her ears saying: "We can give you a lovely pole..." "Francis, you are too hot to give me a pole!" They laughed about the double meaning of the word, then entered again in the house and started to dance. Jim pushed July to his dick and she grinned when feeling the hardness against her cunt. She sighed as was getting increasingly hot and excited. She said: "It seems your little brother wants to go out of its prison." "Yes, but you have the key." She looked at Jim and pressed his back. "In that case, I'm prepared to free him. I suppose he is a pretty boy and as hot as you are." "You can bet for it." He winked to Francis, which more or less was having the same conversation with the other twin. "Please go thru that door, it is the kitchen, we'll join you in there in seconds." When the music stopped to initiate another piece, the twins went to the kitchen; they remained during half a minute as Margarita stared at them. Then Francis and Jim left thru the main door, went around the building and caught the girls' hands. Without saying a word they entered the warm cottage, locked the door and immediately the girls started to fondle the boys' tents. Francis took the girl and kissed her passionately. She smiled in the semi dark room. "Who said you were homo?" "I don't know and I don't care. I'll show you something." In seconds, they were naked on the beds. "I would prefer the lights on." One of the twins said. "And so do us," Francis said. "However we cannot risk someone interrupting our adv..." He could not finish because the girl glued his mouth to his and their tongues met. Only moans could be heard. After a couple of minutes, the two young couples were breathing heavily as they reached their orgasms, the boys spilling their small load of seeds on the girls' smooth and terse stomach. Nevertheless, they did not stop; their bodies recharged quickly but this time with the passions slowed. Jim kissed the girl on the neck, on the shoulders and finally, he took in his mouth one of the erected nipples. "Don't stop, come on, I need your cock in me; hurry up!" But the boys knew they should not do as requested. They continued their pace but the girls were pleading them to fuck their cunts, then Jim and Francis prepared themselves, perhaps thinking the girls were virgins. They placed their hard tools at the entrance of that lovely cave, but the girls could not wait anymore; they placed their hands on the boys' butt cheeks and pushed their adolescent dick totally inside them without any resistance. Francis sighed in delight feeling the warmth of that little cavern for the first time on his life. The girl started moving and soon they rolled and placed on top of the boys moving their young bodies in all directions in a frenzy dance. Soon, at near at unison, their young bodies tensed, stopped breathing and bitted the boys' shoulders as Jim and Francis arched their hips and started filling their vaginas with semen. After a few minutes, July kissed Jim tenderly and said: "Sorry boy, but I have to bite you to prevent yelling myself. You are very good." Her sister then added: "I have been in heaven. I'll kill the one who mentions me you are a sissy, Francis. You fucked like a professional. I suppose you have some experience, don't you?" "More or less like you," Francis said laughing. July then said: "Alright, I would like to be the whole night here, but I'm sure my dad is already looking for us." They got up and washed in the tiny bathroom, unlocked the door and separated, they returned to the ballroom. As soon as the girls entered, three boys came to them asking to dance. Francis and Jim sat down on one sofa and grinned to each other. "It was good, wasn't it? Jim said. "Good? Good? It was super, Jim! Thanks brother," Jim smiled. He turned his head and met Margarita eyes as she was dancing with a tall blond boy. She looked upset, Francis said: "It seems Margarita isn't very happy." "Well, she is having a good time, anyway. Let's go upstairs and arrange us a little bit. They entered their room and heard some noise in Charlie's room. Carefully opened the door and found him with a 9 y/o girl on the bed. She was kissing him on the lips: "You are very pretty, Charlie. Please kiss me like movies." The boy did not have access to those films in the US, however, he kissed her. The problem was that Mother Nature went a different way and his dick was tenting his trousers. It felt good and started grinding his dick against the girl belly that had her dress up to her chest. The young girl was breathing hard as she was pressed by Charlie. Then she said: "I would like to do like my sister does with her boyfriend when dad and mom are away, but it is a sin." "A sin... why?" Charlie asked. "Yes; they get naked and her boyfriend put his thing into her." Charlie was excited and said: "Let's do it. I enjoy being naked." "We can't. If mom finds out she would kill me." "Your mom isn't here, besides, those doors are closed and go to my brother and sister rooms. Come on." The girl doubted for a minute, after that she said: "Alright, we are friends, so I guess we can do it." Soon the two little devils were naked and Charlie on top of the girl. "You put your thing into me, my pretty boy, while I kiss you." "How, I never did it before." "I'll show you." She took the erected weenie and placed it at the entrance of her little vagina. The boy instinctively pushed down and his little dick entered, however, the girl screamed in pain. "Hold on, you are hurting me!" "But you told me to push, and it feels very, very good!" "Yes it does, but when you push hard it hurts, so stay where you are." She then rolled on top of the little boy and started kissing him with his little penis rubbing her clit. After a while, they experienced something like a dry orgasm because they were moving up and down quickly. Soon they stopped as the girl said: "It has been very nice. Please let go downstairs before my mom sends someone to fetch me." "It is a pity; can't we stay a little bit longer with my penis inside you? It was so good the nice feeling..." "No, we can't." The girl got up and dressed, followed by Charlie, however, the boy was with his shirt off, so anyone could guess what he had been doing. Francis went quickly thru the other door and stopped him, telling the boy softly almost in silence. "Charlie, please, come here." The boy reluctantly left the girl that was now going downstairs. Jim grinned at him. "What do you want? I need to accompany that girl." Francis smiled. "Have you watched yourself in the mirror?" He had a look and found what his brother was telling him. His hair scrambled, the shirt off... in summary, it would have been very difficult to explain his behaviour. "Thanks, brother; you are the best brother in the world." "From now on," Jim said "no more Charlie, but Charles. You are a whole little man." Before he could say anything Jim added: "Don't worry, we'll keep your secret, man." Charlie hugged Jim. "Thanks, my friends." He ran away to the stairs and the ballroom. "I got hard watching the little devil fucking the girl." "Me, too," Francis said. "We need a release." "Yes, but not now. We have all night." They went to join the rest downstairs. They were attending their guests, dancing with anyone as Margarita was doing, as good hosts that they were. She still was upset, excused herself and went to her room; Francis followed her up and found Margarita lying on the bed sobbing. Francis touched her shoulder; she raised her head and hugged her brother amongst sobs. "Why did you bring him here? What did you do with those bitches?" "Please sister, take it easy and care about your words. They are our guests and friends. In respect of Jim, I told you he isn't a common boy. On the other hand, what have you done, except dancing all evening? Did you expect him going around you, like the rest of the boys? I told you he wouldn't do that." "I was attending our guests." "That was what we have been doing. Probably a little more with two girls; but you know them well and..." "Yes, I know them better than you and I know how they behave." She answered her brother with some sarcasm and a little jealous. "Alright darling, let's go downstairs and enjoy the rest of the evening. Don't spoil this wonderful time." She smiled at her brother but was not convinced; yet, she did not tell him she was very jealous of those girls. "Why was she jealous? That boy did not tell her anything, only he behaved as an educated person, but with some looks and differences to her...well..." They were entering the ballroom, crossing with Charlie accompanied by a 10 y/o girl laughing and running. Jim was dancing with a tall woman who seemed enchanted with him. When the music finished he joined the group, at that moment a boy asked Margarita for dance and left Francis and Jim alone. "You are a good host, Jim." "Well... she's not a common lady. Very elegant and..." "Very rich," Francis added. "Gossips say she is very fond of young and handsome boys." "Well, the cottage is still ready." Francis smiled as Jim added: "I'm going to our room for a pee. I'll be here in one minute." A lovely brown haired girl came to them asking: "Have you seen my little sister?" "Yes, I think she is with my little brother in the toys room." "I wonder when she will become a real girl. She likes toys as a baby. My parents will leave in half an hour and I need to tell her." Kindly Jim then said: "Don't worry, I'll give her your message, I just was going upstairs." The girl glanced at Jim grinning as she was aware both were part of the few not blond in the party. "Thanks." Francis invited her to dance and Jim went upstairs, and as before, he heard a noise in Charlie's room. He peeked thru the door and again watched the little imp on top of the 10 y/o girl, but this time he was fucking her properly. She was a little bit fatty and bigger than Charlie, so his little dick could go all the way in, but scarcely reaching her hymen. They were enjoying the moment; both breathing heavily, she was saying: "Push down Charlie, please don't stop now." "But I may hurt you" "You don't worry... push... Agh!" She grunted as Charlie also groaned, probably experiencing her first real orgasm. Jim was hard watching the little couple fucking, but he thought must give the message to the girl. He went outside and knocked on the door. The children moved and she covered herself with the sheet. "Charlie, I'm Jim. Tell your friend her parents want to leave in 25 minutes, so end your plays. However, you don't need to rush. Ah! Charlie, I want to talk to you. I'll be in my room when you finish." The girl then answered. "Thanks, Jim, we are finishing our play. I'll be downstairs in a few minutes." The girl sighed. Jim went around into his room. Charlie still naked and his little dick starting to grow again: "Let's do it again, still we have time enough." "No. You are a lovely boy, so next time we'll continue. Where's the bathroom?" The boy disappointed showed the door. She went inside and a few minutes later she appeared dressed while the boy was still naked. She looked at him, put her hand around his little dick saying: "You fucked me very well; I have enjoyed it, pretty boy." She kissed Charlie on the lips and left, closing the door. Charlie still was thinking about what the girl had said. He dressed and went thru the door that connected both rooms. Jim was lying on the bed. "Come here little man." he motioned the boy to sit on the bed. He was with his hair scrambled and his blouse out of his trousers. "Congratulations Charlie!" "Congratulations? Why?" "Why? You have done things that normally any boy would never do before he is 12 or 13 y/o. You have fucked that girl and properly." "Did you see us?" He did not want to embarrass the little boy. "Let's say I heard you. Next time you must be very careful and not moan so loudly." The boy got red, but Jim continued: "Charlie, I don't know how is in America, but surely, your dad wouldn't approve it; therefore, this must be a secret between your brother, you and me. Nobody, I repeat, nobody must know it, at least until you are 18 y/o. Do you understand?" The boy smiled and hugged Jim tightly. "You aren't only my friend, you are my brother, too. May I ask you something?" "Sure, what is it?" "Have you, have you...fuc..." "Fucked" "Yes. Have you fucked a girl as I did?" "Yes, but not as early as you." The little devil grinned. "Brothers for life?" He asked the teenager. "Yes. Brothers for life." And then, they fived their hands as mates. Jim helped the boy to arrange his clothes and hand in hand, they descended the stairs happily. Charlie immediately went to dancing with another girl. It was around 9:00 pm and soon people would start leaving. Jim sat on an armchair thinking about how many things had happened to him from the time he left his home, near four months back. He saw Margarita sat down with some boys around her; he realised still had not danced with her. He went to the band and asked for something. A few minutes later, the boy leading the band said thru the speakers: "Boys and girls, someone has asked us for a lovely song that we learnt in Spain during last summer's holidays. We have changed the music but not the wording, here you are "My love is called Margarita." Margarita almost jumped in her seat and looking at Jim she watched how he stood and started to walk up to her, however, at that moment one of the boys near her, said: "Please Margarita, you promised me your next dance. Please!" She looked at Jim then at the boy that was waiting and sadly started dancing with him. She was a hostess and she had to please her guests, nevertheless, she watched her loved boy retreated and sat again on the armchair. That boy had ruined her night! She was sad and thought she would find an opportunity to recover him. End of Part 4