Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2023 12:49:20 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Return to Barcelona 18 (gay/ adult-youth) Return to Barcelona 18 Important note This a story of gay fiction for a mature audience. It contains consenting sex between men. If this offends you, leave or is illegal where you live, leave now. If you enjoy the stories on the site, donate to Nifty to keep the site going. Rafa visits Casper 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 the city. 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. It's a little difficult keeping up with this saga, so let me bring you up to speed. I have been living in Boston with Alex Kroon, whom I met while studying in Barcelona. We've been working in a posh boys' school on the outskirts of the city, and I have successfully managed the choir. Alex and I recently accompanied the boys on a trip to Guatemala. I spent a year in South Africa as a volunteer and returned to complete an engineering degree at the University of Barcelona. I am about to return to Barcelona for the summer holidays to see a school friend Casper who is in bad shape. I also hope to come out to my parents while I am home. I had become friendly with Casper, the only blond boy in the choir school I attended. He was also from Barcelona. 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, and 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. 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. We left choir school and remained friends and Casper even joined our family on a Greek Island holiday. In high school his body was muscular and his wavey blond hair was shoulder length. I was still madly in love with this guy. Things changed when he turned 16. 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 to end our relationship and move on, and I was devastated at the time thinking that things would go on forever. To be honest, I had no idea that he was attracted to girls at all, so it all came as a big surprise. Casper married young and he and Pilar seemed to be very happy. My younger sister told me that they were very happy married in the beginning. But things began to unravel over the past two years and Casper began drinking and eventually, they separated. Fortunately, there weren't any children on the scene yet. I got news from my sister that Casper had been beaten up outside a gay bar and had been in ICU and was doing OK, but that he was very depressed. The pilot made a near-perfect landing at Barcelona International Airport, and it was wonderful to hear an arrivals hall filled with Catalan. My father had sent a driver from the bank to pick me up and I was home in no time. It was great to connect with my mother and sisters again. My father embraced me as soon as he got back from work, and it was good to see him. Mom prepared a paella (very clichéd) the way I liked it, and we all ate on the veranda in the heat of summer. That night lay in my boyhood bed thinking of my life and how happy I was in Boston with Alex. I gently wanked my shaft, thinking of him and his golden curls. I grabbed some tissue just before my body shuddered and I came. The next morning, I made my way across town to Casper's parent's home where he was recuperating. He lived very close to the Sagrada Familia, where his dad worked as a project architect. His mother let me in and was surprised to see me after so many years. Casper, the tall blond Belgian Catalan looked like he had been in a fight. His left eye was still very blue and there was a cut above the eyebrow. He had pins in his shoulder and there was extensive bruising down his left side. His right ankle had also been broken and had pins in it. Fortunately, the doctors were able to save his eye, but he did have some hearing loss in his left ear, and they weren't sure if it would get better with time. Casper sobbed when I embraced him, and I held him for a while. We had a lot of catching up to do. I told him about South Africa, and I spoke a lot about Tom and Adam. I told him about their visits to Barcelona and the farm in Rustenburg. I paused there and suggested he visit Anna on the farm at some point. "But it would be great if you could visit Alex and me in Boston too, you'd always be welcome." I told him about Alex and our trip to Guatemala and the choir at the school. Casper has a beautiful voice, and I told him a lot about the choir repertoire and what it was like to teach a choir. "But that's enough of me, I'm speaking far too much. Tell me what is happening in your life." "Well, you were at my wedding, so you know about that. Pilar and I were incredibly happy to begin with. We got on well and we were good for each other. I finished my pharmacy degree, and she completed her studies in fashion. Our lives became busier and more complex, and we became very impatient with each other. I can tell you this Rafa you will understand, deep down I was still attracted to men. Unfortunately, I slipped up and one of her friends saw me in a gay bar, and we started to drift apart. I also started messing with some of the prescription drugs at work. I'm a little lost Rafa and I am trying to find direction again." I held Casper's hand as he told me his story, and I felt for him. I wondered why he found it so hard, to be honest with himself. Casper's mom popped in to say goodbye as she left for work, and Casper and I were alone. I went to sit next to Casper on his bed and I leaned down and kissed him deeply. I wanted to be close to him, to comfort him, and I lay next to him. I held his hand and we lay quiet for some time. I listened to him breathe and was pleased that he was still alive. I went to make us each a cup of coffee and sat on the chair next to his bed, and I told him more about Alex and the night that he was attacked outside a nightclub in the city. I wanted him to know that Alex made a full recovery and was 100% well. I moved my chair closer to Casper and pulled his pants down a little. I took hold of his semi-erect cock, and it hardened in my hand. "Let me make you feel a bit better, remember when you were 12," I said. I moved down and engulfed his beautiful cock in my mouth and moved up and down. I played with his balls and was glad to see in blond pubic hair again. It wasn't long before Casper shot his spunk into my throat. I pulled up his shorts and moved up to share his cum in a kiss. "Thanks, Rafa I needed that, you have made my day." I said my goodbyes and made my way home, stopping briefly at the Sagrada Familia, and lit a candle in the basement chapel, and said a prayer for Casper. My sisters already knew that I was gay and that afternoon I told my mother, who hugged me and said she always knew that I was gay. I told her that Alex and I were in a serious relationship and that I wanted to tell my father. I asked my father to go on a walk with me when he got home. While we walked around our hilly neighbourhood, I told him that I was gay. He stopped and looked at me, hugged me and said: "Raphael, I have known you from birth. I have watched you grow up, and I think I have always known you are gay. I love you the way you are. I am proud of you son." I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I never expected this response. I was relieved and happy. I was so happy that I cried. How on earth could have misread my parents so badly? I was joyful inside and wanted to shout. I held Dad's hand as we walked back home, I didn't feel like the prodigal son as I had never run away. "Raphael, I don't mind the choices you make in life. I know you are a good person, a person who cares and that is important to me. I know you love your family, but I don't want you to turn your back on our Church. Hopefully, we'll get her attitude right someday." The next morning, on my way to see Casper, I went to Mass in the basement chapel in the Sagrada Familia. I asked the priest to pray for Casper who had been a chorister at Monseratt. It was a small gathering of older people and there was no singing. The Gaudi furniture and other sacramentals somehow connected me with this modern saint, and I felt close to God. I had to push through the tourists when I left on my way to Casper. Casper was sitting in the lounge and was more cheerful the previous day. His mother was glad that I had come again and suggested that we go for a coffee downstairs at the coffee shop. Casper needed help. With a broken shoulder and ankle, mobility was very difficult, and we had to use a wheelchair. I understood why he was so down. We enjoyed coffee and cakes, and I then took him back upstairs. He was tired and I took him to his room, and he climbed onto his bed. I puffed up his pillows and kissed him and I asked him if he needed some cheering up. I climbed on the bed with Casper, and we cuddled together. I was careful not to hurt him. Casper was trembling slightly with anticipation. I kissed him again and our bodies touched. My cock pressed against Casper's, and we removed the barrier of our clothes. I felt a little guilty thinking about Alex, but the excitement of the moment overran those thoughts. I would talk to Alex later. I told Casper about my crush on him since we first met. We grabbed each other's cocks. Casper's cock felt good, he was hard and leaking precum. I suggested that we 69 and with some adjustments we both had each other's cocks in our mouths. We were both ecstatic and enjoying the moment. Next thing I shot my load and Casper swallowed it all, moments later Casper came. We lay together spooning, I had my arm over him playing with one of his nipples. Casper enjoyed this intimacy, which he seldom experienced with his wife. I visited Casper most days while I was in Barcelona. I suggested that he get some help with his drug problem and that he try and sort things out with his wife. I reminded him of my invitation to visit Boston.