His father was a bus driver for the city of Barcelona. His mother was a maid in the home of the architect Casanas Fuentes. They were not rich, but at home they were comfortable. His brother Bartolomé was in High School. He was good, he had very good grades. He was a born student, very intelligent.
Jaume, had finished middle school. Each year he barely made the grade, it was a miracle he passed. He didn't like studying, therefore he did the minimum and, of course, when one does as little as he can, it's like balancing on a knife edge and just making it. When he was fourteen, his parents enrolled him in the Technical School. He started off badly. Bartolomé tried to help his brother, but the boy didn't pay attention to his older brother. For sure, his worried mother, must have told Señora Casanas. The woman said that her son, Pedro Augusto, would be willingly to help the boy with his studies. So Jaume, three afternoons a week, went with his mother to the architect's house to be tutored by the Casanas' son.
Pedro Augusto was a nineteen-year-old boy. He had just started at the University. While Jaume had respect for the architect's son, he also felt uneasy with him, because he had to start to really study. His mother, in gratitude to the young man for his private lessons, did some extra hours of work in the house, without pay. At first, señora Casanas didn't want to accept this; but Jaume's mother insisted so much, that in the end, she had her way. Each Monday, Thursday and Friday the boy went in the young man's room to study, while his mother was doing house chores.
Pedro Augusto, in spite of his strong and determined character, was a likable person. After a little persuasion, he agreed to take on the young boy. A little hesitant at first, he began getting good results. He was known in the city, because he was on the local basketball team, in the División Nacional Jóvenes. On Saturdays and Sundays, Jaume often went to watch him practicing or playing. Pedro Augusto was skilled, a leading player, one of the best scorers on the team. So, Jaume soon developed a remarkable admiration for the young champion, who often had the honour of appearing in the newspapers, and not just locally.
Normally, after a match or practice, Jaume left the gym while the athletes were going into the locker rooms, to go home or to meet some friends. But sometimes he went in the locker room to congratulate
his champion, or waited for him at the exit.
Sunday, May 5th '74, Pedro Augusto surpassed himself. The gym was in a frenzy. That match not only decided the winner of the trophy, but also selected the Most Valuable Player. Jaume waited for Pedro Augusto at the exit, to congratulate him. After a while, he saw the team captain coming out, followed by three more players, then the others, a few at a time, immediately surrounded by the jubilant fans. But Jaume was waiting for his champion. The match had been over for almost an hour and by now practically everybody had left the square, but his hero hadn't come out. Still, that was the only exit from the locker room, and Jaume noticed, the young man's Seat was still parked out there. So, he decided to enter and look for him.
The caretaker, who now knew Jaume by sight, told him: "Everybody's left, by now," and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Casanas didn't come out . I'm going to look for him."
"You're wasting your time, but go on, if you want to." the man shrugged his shoulders.
Jaume went along the long corridor under the stand, entered the anteroom and from there the locker room. Empty. He was about to leave, when he heard the faint sound of water. One of the showers was still in use. So he went through the weighing room and tried the door to the shower room. It was locked. Possibly somebody just left the water running, he thought. He was turning back to leave, when he thought he heard a muffled giggling. He again tried to push the shower door, but it was securely locked. And again he heard the muffled sound of a voice saying something. He felt certain Pedro Augusto was inside and it was strange that he had locked himself in. Curious, uncertain about what to do, he looked around. High on the wall toward the shower room, there was a long horizontal window giving light to the weighing room. The steam had caused condensation which trickled in rivultes down the glass. Against the wall, just under the window, was a small table. By standing on it Jaume could look through the window to make certain that Pedro Augusto was inside. He went back to the locker room and got one of the small wooden stools. Returning, he put it on the table and climbed up. Now his head came right to the lower part of the glass. He looked inside.
In spite of the shower room being filled with steam, he clearly distinguished a scene that left him breathless. He saw under the water spray Pedro Augusto with another player, Felipe Morales. Of course both were naked, and standing. Pedro Augusto was stood behind Felipe, holding him by the waist. He had his cock inside his friend's ass and was fucking him! Jaume at first was astounded, dumbfounded. He remained still, almost holding his breath, watching the unexpected show. He knew that such things happen, with his schoolmates and friends, they often used expressions like "fuck you in your ass!" or "careful, or I'll fuck your ass!" or other similar common expressions. But he had never seen it really done. For two years Jaume had been jacking off. Almost always alone, but at times, playing with one or two friends. They played to who could spurt the farthest. Or they measured to see who had a longer or big cock... And a few times they also jacked off mutually. But nothing more. Now, for the first time, he could see two grown up boys, two young men, in a full embrace.
Pedro Augusto was fucking his friend with vigorous hip thrusts, and he in turn was jacking off. Pedro caressed Felipe's chest and belly, and was lightly biting his ear. From the expressions on their faces which Jaume could see in profile, it seemed that both were really enjoying what they were doing under the shower...
Jaume felt that his own cock getting hard. Instinctively, he lowered his hand and started to caress it, to finger it, until his arousal was so strong, he let it slip out of his shorts and started to rapidly jack off, without losing sight of the two. He didn't think that the caretaker might arrive at any moment, he didn't think of anything. His eyes, his attention were absorbed in that incredible and exciting vision. The two bodies fascinated him. Athletic, naked, streaming water, moving in a rhythmic, strong and passionate erotic dance. It reminded him of Ravel's "Bolero" which he had seen on TV. Confused, he thought that it had to be wonderful doing those things... Yes, the two young males seemed to be enjoying it very much... And when from the strong spasms of the two bodies, and the enraptured expressions of their faces, he understood that first Felipe then Pedro Augusto reached their orgasms, he too came, spurting all his jism against the white tiled wall where it dripped down.
Just then he shook; he became aware of what he had done. He rapidly put back his softening member and climbed down from his lookout position. He threw a fast glance at the wall where the flow of his seed stood out, white and shining under the light of the neon lamps. He returned the stool and rapidly left.
While he was passing in front of the caretaker's box, the man asked him: "So, did you find Casanas?"
"Yes, he is showering. In a while he will leave." Jaume answered mechanically, and went out into the open air.
He drew a long sigh, breathing the perfumed air, turned to look at the door from which he had left, hesitant as to whether or not he should wait for the athlete. Then he rapidly went home. All evening, he was excited recalling the scene he had witnessed.
When Pedro Augusto left the locker room, some minutes after Felipe, the caretaker said: "Probably, one of your admirers is out there waiting for you. He left just a little before Morales."
"Who are you talking about?"
"How's that? Didn't you meet him? He told me you were in the shower and that you were coming out soon."
The young man, for a moment, was surprised, but without showing it, then asked: "Who was it, the fifteen year old boy that I sometimes bring here with me? Jaume?"
"I don't know his name, but I think it's him. That one with the glasses and a small mole at the right of his lips."
Pedro Augusto nodded in agreement, "Ah, I forgot my wallet in my locker. I go get it and come right back."
"No hurry, anyway I don't close here before seven o'clock."
Pedro went back to the shower door. He carefully looked at it and saw that there wasn't the slightest cleft, fissure or hole from which the shower room interior could be seen if the door was closed. He smiled in relief and was about leave, when he glanced at the wall, between the low and wide window and the small table, and he noticed the whitish slobbering that was still slowly dripping. He knit his brow, drew nearer the table and touched the trail with his finger. It was cold but fluid. He smelled his finger and broke into a cunning smile, nodding several times. He understood what happened. Just as that long trail left behind by his silent spectator told him that he had nothing to fear, on the contrary...
So, little Jaume had been witness to his fuck with Felipe. And he jacked off while watching them. A little boy, yes, but still well shaped. And mature enough, judging from the quantity of sperm he emitted against the wall.
Anyway, he was just fourteen when he had his own first sex adventures. With his uncle Xavier, who made him suck his rod. With his roommate in the boarding school Jose, who asked Pedro to fuck him, so that he experienced for the first time being a top. Then with Fernan, the Chicos team masseur, who each time they were alone, always gave head to the boy. After that, Pedro Augusto had had many adventures and a few relationships. He had been with Felipe for a year now, but certainly he wouldn't refuse a distraction, when the opportunity was offered. And now the opportunity presented itself to him, and served on a silver platter.
That night in his bed, Jaume masturbated again recalling the two lean, sound, athletic bodies united in an embrace, and imagining himself to be between them. Who knows what you feel penetrating? And being penetrated? It seemed that both were enjoying it very much. Did they do that often? Every time they showered? Just them or all the other athletes? He fancied the entire team united in a big fucking session... He could see clearly, Felipe's cock, it was big, beautiful. Pedro Augusto's cock, was almost impossible to see, being nearly completely immersed between his friend's cheeks...
Monday morning, at school, he constantly thought about the scene, and asked himself if some of his classmates did that kind of thing. So he often felt his member becoming hard and pushing against his fly. Happily it was not visible, his mates couldn't notice it.
Afternoon came and Jaume, with his mother, went as usual to Casanas' house. As soon as he was in front of Pedro Augusto, the boy felt a silent agitation: did he know the young man's secret, did he catch him?...
"Good, here you are, Jaume. I've been waiting for you." the young man said, smiling at him as usual, and taking him to his bed-study room.
They sat at the desk and Jaume started to pull out his books from his schoolbag.
The young man asked him with a sly smile: "Did you enjoy yourself, yesterday afternoon?"
Jaume, slightly confused, answered: "Yes, it was really a great match. Congratulations."
The youth's smile became artful: "I meant the after-game match. About that other... match. I didn't consider the roof-window. You are shrewd. But I'll have to warn Felipe that it will be better if we meet elsewhere. Anyway, you did enjoy it, didn't you?"
Jaume blushed strongly and lowered his eyes, in silence, confused.
The young man persisted: "I'm not going to eat you! Answer me. Did you like watching us?"
The boy barely nodded, his eyes always fixed on top of the desk. Then the young man stood up, approached him, took his chin in his hand, rising his head. Smiling, he asked: "Watching us, you were really aroused, right?"
Jaume murmured a choked "yes". The young man, then, keeping his head risen, lowered his other hand to slowly unbutton his trouser's fly, rummaged a little inside and pulled out his member which was half hard. The boy had his eyes fixed on that big, smooth, throbbing meat cylinder that was rising little by little, straight in front of him, almost brushing his face. Jaume was like a sparrow fascinated by a snake. He felt his heart thundering strongly, but was unable to move.
"Do you like my cock? It is beautiful, right?"
The boy murmured again, a choked "yes".
Then Pedro, grasped his member with a full hand and brushing it against the boy's lips, said with a persuasive voice: "Kiss it, go on, lick it all... Go on!"
Jaume, remaining still, and very fascinated, stuttered: "Bu... but if... if so... somebody co... comes?"
"No. Nobody will come. Even if they did, nobody would dare enter without knocking. Lick in safety, this beautiful hard cock, go on, make me enjoy it!"
Jaume parted his lips and shyly jutted out his tongue... and guided by Pedro Augusto, after a short while, he was sucking his first member... and he liked it. And some few minutes later, he was drinking his first male milk, and this also he liked.
After that day, this happened very often. Little by little, Jaume mastered his initial embarrassment, conquered by the gentle and persuasive manners of the youth, and by the pleasure he was getting from it. And it was he that started to ask the young man "is it okay?" and Pedro very seldom refused. And when for the first time, Pedro gave head to the boy, Jaume thought that it was really wonderful, doing those things.
Then, less than a month after the first time, the young man invited the boy on a camping trip. The two of them alone, for a weekend. And in the tent, without much difficulty, he persuaded the boy to let him fuck his little ass, to sacrifice his virginity. From Saturday afternoon until they left on Sunday, Pedro fucked his ass no less than four times, very excited by the still intact and really tight little ass of his guest. Each time, before the actual penetration, he engaged in long foreplay to bring the boy to his highest levels, until then unknown, of pleasure, because he knew that the more excited the boy was, the easier he would accept the pain of the first penetrations. And each time, after, he was flattering the boy's pride, caressing him and filling him with nice words and passionate praises. Jaume went back home sore but happy.
As the weekends repeated, the pain disappeared. There remained just an intense pleasure. Jaume was more and more fascinated by his teacher-lover. Little by little, he fell madly in love with him. It was the first time that the boy was experiencing this feeling, united with the physical pleasure, and he threw himself into it headlong, in a devout and romantic way. And to please Pedro, he studied with such a dedication that, at the end of the school year, he passed with good grades in all his subjects. Jaume's mother continued to praise and thank the architect's son for having had such patience and skill with her son.
"For me it has been a real and deep pleasure, Señora, believe me. If you don't have a problem with it, the beginning of July I'm going to take a three week holiday on a camping trip with a couple of friends. I would like very much to bring Jaume with me. He deserves a nice holiday, don't you think?"
The mother accepted at once, grateful. Jaume thought he was in seventh heaven - three weeks with his adored Pedro! Together in a tent! It will be wonderful.
They left Barcelona, the first Sunday of July, in Pedro's Seat. Jaume's first surprise was seeing that, in another car, going to the camping site was Felipe with another boy he didn't know.
So, along the way, he asked: "But... Felipe is coming to camp with us?"
"Sure, and Miguel."
"They have a tent for themselves, right?"
"Of course not! I didn't bring my tent. We will use Miguel's tent, where we can be comfortable all four of us."
"But then... you and I cannot make love, we will never be alone..."
"And why? Felipe, you know he likes it. And also Miguel, who is Felipe's cousin. On the contrary, it will be a lot more amusing doing it with four."
"All together? We will make love all together?"
"Sure. It will be good."
"I hoped I could be alone with you..."
"Then, you are a selfish boy. Come on, Jaume, don't you disappoint me, now. Don't you want me to be happy? I like the idea of fucking in a foursome. If it is true, that you love me, as you say, you won't start to make problems, now!"
"No, no, all right... as you like, Pedro." the boy answered meekly.
He felt so much in love with his beautiful athlete, that for him he was ready to do everything. And he did. Right on the first night in the tent, Pedro asked him to let his friends fuck him. So he found himself with a cock pistoning inside his little ass, and another pushing in his throat, while the fourth boy was fucking one of the two boys busy fucking him. Time after time the other three swapped positions, only Jaume remained on all fours, to be fucked at his two ends...
At times during the day, one of the three young men took him into the tent to fuck him at his pleasure, alone. Jaume didn't like it, but when he tried to tell Pedro, the young man had embraced, caressed and kissed the boy sweetly, telling him that it was very important to him that his two best friends could have their pleasure, and that if Jaume really loved him, he had to show that he was available also to the other two.
Jaume didn't physically dislike being fucked by the other two. But towards Pedro Augusto, he felt love and pleasure giving himself to him. He was feeling the other two were strangers, and he felt used by them. Moreover, Pedro often made love with Felipe, under his eyes, and Jaume felt a burning sense of jealousy. Also he noticed that very seldom did Pedro or Felipe make love with Miguel. So of course this resulted in the fact that the one to fuck Jaume more often was not Pedro, but Miguel...
They were three weeks of intense, wild sex, especially for Jaume, who had to satisfy all three youths; who seemed to be in a condition of continuous excitation. He calculated that on average he was penetrated four to five times every day, not considering when he had to give head. For sure, in those three weeks, he was fucked in his ass about one hundred times, in the morning, afternoon, evening and at night.
Each one of the three young men had his own preferred way to fuck the boy's ass, but the one Jaume preferred was always his beloved Pedro. The young man usually made the boy lay on his back, and kneeled between his legs. For a while he sucked the boy's cock, then spread wide his thighs, made the boy's legs pass over his shoulders and raising the boy's pelvis, bent to rim for a while his little hole, until it was throbbing with pleasure. Then he held him by his waist and with two or three well calibrated thrusts of his loins , impaled him completely. Then, while caressing his chest, neck, face, and sides, he started to fuck the boy with a rhythm at first slow, then faster and faster as the excitation increased, until, with four or five more vigorous loin thrusts, he unloaded deep inside the boy. Then Jaume could see Pedro Augusto's face transforming from the enjoyment, becoming more than wonderful at the top of the orgasm, and Jaume was feeling happy. They were the few really happy moments of all the day. Especially when they were alone in the tent.
Miguel, instead, preferred to take him on all fours, and while he was fucking the boy with sharp and fast strokes, he teased the boy's nipples and genitals. Felipe preferred to make him lay on his side while fucking, or to have the boy sitting on his lap and impaling himself. Anyway, the only one that never was a bottom, was his Pedro. And not one of the three young men had offered Jaume to be a top, even just once. Jaume usually had to satisfy himself by masturbating, apart from some rare sixty-nine with Felipe, both lying on their sides, while Pedro fucked Felipe and Miguel fucked him in the ass.
When the three weeks were over, Jaume had his last disappointment. He had to go back to Barcelona with Miguel and the tent, while Felipe travelled with Pedro in his Seat. The two having another period alone. Jaume felt eaten by jealousy, but said nothing. When, in Barcelona, before leaving him, Miguel asked Jaume to meet again, frowning the boy refused.