Date: Sun, 5 Nov 2023 17:18:05 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Return to Barcelona 11 adult youth Return to Barcelona 11 This a story of gay fiction for a mature audience. It contains consenting sex between boys and men. If this offends you, leave or is illegal where you live, leave now. If you enjoy the stories on the site, consider a donation to Nifty to keep the site going. Raphael Garcia I have many more names, but these are fine for now. I briefly told Anna my story, and I retell it now with some more detail. Anna, you will recall, is a psychologist writing up the profiles of some gay men she has been studying for a while. I am Rafa, the Barcelona boy, I am the person from Barcelona who connects some of the characters in this saga. I have two sisters and grew up in Barcelona. I am six feet tall. I have light brown hair and brown eyes, and my skin is olive-coloured. My parents are devout Catholics and don't have much time for homosexuality. I have been ambivalent about telling them that I am gay, as I know that this will throw them completely and I am not sure how they will respond. So, I choose to remain silent. I grew up in a wealthy suburb of Barcelona. My father is a prominent banker, and my mother is engaged in charity work across the city. I started piano lessons when I was four with my sisters and was a very talented little pianist. Because I was musical and had such a good ear for music my parents were keen that I attend the Escolania of Montserrat outside Barcelona, at the Montserrat monastery. I also had a beautiful voice. My parents took me to see the school. Early in the morning, we made our way to the central station where they caught a train to Montserrat. My father told me that the school is one of the oldest in Europe and that it dates to the 14th century. Once we got to the village below the monastery and used a funicular to get up to the monastery precinct. It was an impressive place with the mountains forming a spectacular backdrop. My father explained that the rocks of Montserrat were formed by pebbles bound together by a natural cement of sand and clay. He explained that they were very hard and resistant to erosion: He went on to explain that locals had given them names and had invented legends to explain their origins. The views over the mountains to the Mediterranean and, that clear day, to the Pyrenees, were breathtaking, and the rugged, boulder-strewn terrain is great for dramatic walks and hikes. My father told me that a monastery has stood on the same site in Montserrat since the early Middle Ages, though the present 19th-century building replaced the rubble left by Napoléon's troops in 1812. The shrine is world-famous, and one of Catalonia's spiritual sanctuaries. Dad said that honeymooning couples flock here by the thousands seeking La Moreneta's blessing on their marriages, and twice a year, on April 27 and September 8, the diminutive statue of Montserrat's Black Virgin becomes the object of one of Spain's greatest pilgrimages. The choirmaster and the monks welcomed us and took us on a tour of the school. We got to meet the boys and we got a feel of the place. It was all very welcoming and seemed quite nice, but I secretly hoped that I would not get into the school, as I hated the idea being away from my family. We learned about the schedule at the choir school. It was grueling, and the choir sang twice a day in the Church. In addition to music, they also had regular schoolwork and several extramural activities. We made a couple of more visits to the school before the start of the academic year. My first encounter with a boy was at the monastery. I had just arrived, and I was very young, and it happened in the dormitory. After lights out an older boy climbed into my bed with me. He told me to be very quiet and began to fondle my cock. The boy also kissed me using his tongue and placed my hand around his hard cock and quietly told me to move my hand up and down. After a while, I experienced a warm wonderful feeling, and my body shuddered slightly. The boy, Mateo, ejaculated and I got his first taste of cum. Mateo provided me with sex education over the next year until he left to go the high school. Mateo was kind and also showed me the ropes around the school. He kept a caring eye over me and would intervene if there was a hint of bullying or anything like that. I felt very safe with him around. Not that the choir school was a dangerous place, it was in fact a very friendly place with a lot of fun activities. We were on a walk up the mountain on a Saturday when Mateo got to explain to me about sex and what had happened that week. I was hooked and couldn't wait to have another experience with him. I didn't have to wait too long as he climbed into bed with me that night and kissed me. I love the feel of his tongue in my mouth, and I copied him and did the same to him. That night he showed me how to 69. We had to be dead quiet as there were other boys in our dormitory. I loved getting his cock in my mouth, and again I copied what he was doing to my cock. He was rock hard, and he moved his hips slightly and it wasn't long before he shot his load into my mouth. I had an orgasm at the same time and my body shuddered with pleasure. He stayed with me in bed for a short time and then snuck off to his own bed. It was on a hike up the mountains when we overnighted in tents that Mateo introduced me to anal sex. We had hiked for five hours and found ourselves in an area where the boys traditionally camped. We couldn't make a fire in this wilderness area. We had pasta for supper and sat around talking until around 9. Mateo and I were in a tent together and we zipped our sleeping bags together so that we could be close to each other. We stripped down and only had our T-shirts on. Mateo and I were both rock hard and kissing. He then whispered and explained about anal sex. He had brought some lube with him, and I was curious to give it a go. After all, I was on a learning path! He lifted my legs and smeared the lube into my hole. My legs rested on his shoulders. I smeared lube over his dancing cock. He leaned down and kissed me and pushed his cock into my arse. It hurt like hell, and he put more lube in my hole. I gritted my teeth as he pushed in. I eventually felt his cock in my arse. It was a strange feeling at first, as he slowly began to push in and out, and the next thing he shot off inside me. My body shuddered as I orgasmed too. The next day my arse was sore from this encounter. The year went by very quickly, and I was sad to say goodbye to Mateo. He had been a person I was intimate with, and he was my protector. He had no choice; his voice had broken and could no longer sing in the boys' choir. We changed dormitories the next year and became friendly with the only blond boy in the choir. He was also from Barcelona, and his name was Casper. His mother was Belgian, and his father was Catalan. He had grown up speaking Catalan, English and Dutch. He was very beautiful and had an incredible body for his age. I admired his strong thighs. I was in love with him. We were both 11 at the time and I think he might have even been attracted to me. One night when the lights went out, and the room grew quiet I crept out my bed and climbed into Casper's bed. I covered his mouth and asked him to be quiet. I leaned over and gave him a deep kiss using my tongue. He responded by exploring my mouth. He then moved his hand into my underpants to grab my erect cock. I responded and started to quietly wank his hard cock. We continued kissing, struggling to keep as quiet as possible. The next thing he was breathing faster, and his body shuddered. My body also shuddered. We kissed again and I slipped out of his bed and returned to mine. We got to know each other better. He also had two younger sisters and didn't live too far from the Sagrada Familia. We became good friends and were together most of the time. We both played piano and violin and that allowed us to be together more regularly. Some evenings we walked around the monastery gardens together and spoke. When we turned 12, we started doing road running and this took us out of the monastery on some evenings. Casper would join me in bed, or me him, every night. We enjoyed being close to each other and we would kiss and fondle each other. Some nights we would give each other blowjobs. When did get to go on the annual camp we shared a tent and Casper got to fuck me. I had taken lube with me and had given him the tutorial that Mateo had given me. Casper was smaller than Mateo spend a holiday with us. Our family was going to Mykonos to my uncle's cottage, and my dad said we could bring a friend. My sisters also brought a friend with them. The windows from the cottage framed a mesmerizing view of the Aegean Sea, its azure waters stretching as far as the eye can see. The sea's surface glistened in the sunlight, creating a dazzling mosaic of dancing reflections. In the distance, the horizon meets the sky in a seamless blend of blue hues, creating a sense of boundless space and serenity. In the foreground were the iconic, white-washed buildings that Mykonos is renowned for. These buildings cluster together in the old town, creating a maze-like effect of narrow, winding streets that add character to the landscape. Bougainvillea vines in vibrant shades of pink and purple spill over the balconies and terraces, providing a vibrant contrast to the white buildings. When you looked down from the window, you got a glimpse of a charming courtyard or a bustling alleyway. Down the road, you could find quaint cafés with white wooden chairs and tables, where people enjoy leisurely Greek coffees or frappes. The sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional meandering cat added to the atmosphere of the island. We got to spend our days on the beach and explore the island on bikes. We managed to get some remote spots and to be on our own. The aroma of Mediterranean cuisine wafted through the air, and sometimes we caught a whiff of grilled seafood or fresh tzatziki. Mykonos' vibrant culture and lively spirit were palpable as we explored the island's rich history and enjoyed the laid-back lifestyle. One morning we sucked each other off in the shower. Fortunately, my father came in afterward when we were washing each other's bodies, and he missed the sex. The room we shared had no lock on the door and at night we had to move the chest of drawers in front of the door. We did this especially when Casper fucked me. He loved doing this and was good at it, as it brought pleasure to both of us. We found some incredible caves along the coastline while exploring and one day we took chances in one of them giving each other low jobs. Casper had grown tall and was over six feet. His body was muscular and his wavey blond hair was shoulder length. I was madly in love with this guy. We were both in high school and he had just turned 16 when things changed. He met a beautiful girl and fell in love with her. Pilar was at school with us and had some classes with us. Casper decided that we needed to end our relationship and move on, and I was devastated as I thought that things would go on forever. In fact, I had no idea that he was attracted to girls at all, so it all came as a bit of a surprise. We still spoke to each other at school and remained friends. I became very depressed and longed for another relationship. I called Mateo, who was at university, and told him what had happened. We met and he explained that he was in a long-term relationship with a guy at university. He hugged me and held me while I cried, but we didn't do anything else. He introduced me to a friend of his who was two years older than me. Juan was from Zaragosa and was studying in Barcelona. He had a light beard and was shorter than me. He was wearing short shorts when we met, and a tight T-shirt that accentuated his muscles. He was tanned and beach attractive. His muscles were tanned and accentuated. But he wasn't very intelligent, and I didn't click with him at all. We had supper at Tapas restaurant and went our separate ways. I must confess that I don't think that he found me attractive either. I had to wait a while before finding someone again. I was dosing off in my room at university waiting to meet my new roommate. When he appeared in the doorway, my heart raced. Alex was incredible. He looked like a Men's Health model with his blue eyes, curly blond hair, and fair-skinned muscular body. I showed him which cupboard to use, and we briefly told each other a bit about ourselves. I found out that Alex had been placed with me because I was fluent in English. I offer to take Alex on a lightning tour of the city to give him a sense of the lay of the land. We shot up Tibidabo hill, an excellent viewpoint over 500m above the city. I pointed m the harbour, the main beach, the Sagrada Familia and other landmarks. Later that evening I took Alex to a tapas bar where we enjoyed the traditional Spanish way of eating. We washed the delicious food down with two beers. Alex suggested that they head back to the residence as he was a bit jet-lagged. He used the shower first and came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed that he had very little chest hair, and my eyes drifted toward his crotch area. I stripped down and took my towel into the shower. It was good to wash the summer sweat off my body. My cock grew hard as I thought of Alex and I tried to focus on other thoughts. Alex had already put his sleep shorts on by the time I came out of the shower. I finished drying myself off and dropped my towel on the floor. I felt Alex's eyes looking at me from behind. Alex had stood up and made his way to the shower to hang his towel up when he accidentally brushed into me as he turned around. "I'm sorry", he said. "No, problem, you can bump into me anytime" I responded. Alex spun around and grabbed me, the chemistry just seemed so right. Alex wrapped his hand around my erect cock and began to wank it slowly. I never resisted. Indeed, I began to respond by working my hand up and down his shaft. Alex spread the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit all over the rest of the spongy head. Our lips locked and they kissed each other deeply, nothing was said. We explored each other's bodies as we stood in the space between our beds. "I love the way you smell" Alex eventually murmured. I gently pushed Alex onto his bed and pulled off his sleep shorts. Alex's cock sprang up and stared me in the face. I took his cock into his mouth and gently sucked his head. He stuck my tongue under his foreskin and rolled it over his glans. Alex squirmed and said: "thank you, thank you". I moved up and continued kissing Alex. My body was on top of Alex's. Alex pushed him off and went down to suck my cock. The sensation was amazing, and I whispered: "I'm coming" and filled Alex's mouth with his cum. Alex continued sucking my cock until it became much too sensitive for me. I went down on Alex and sucked him off until he came, swallowing his cum and moved up to share some of his cum in a kiss. We kissed for some time, and Alex said: "Thank you, can we do it again?' I smiled said nothing, but my eyes said yes. The next morning, we were up early. It was a very tight squeeze, but we managed to fit into the shower cubicle. We spent a while washing each other under the warm stream of water, and our cocks were rock-hard as we kissed again in the shower. We wanked each other off and then stepped out and back our small room, drying ourselves. I love being at the receiving end of anal sex. My friend Klaus says that I am a great kisser and Tom says so too. I am very sexual, and Tom says I'm too easy. He has often told me to be more careful and to monitor my HIV status closely.