Date: Sun, 15 Oct 2023 05:32:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harry Broom <harry.broom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Return to Barcelona 6

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Tom Hart

This story forms part of the background notes being collected by Dr Stein
on gay relationships.

My name is Thomas Hart. I am 23, and a fifth-year medical student. I am 6'
tall and have black hair and blue eyes. I was born in Johannesburg and am
the only child of two very conservative Catholic parents who were members
of the Opus Dei movement. I knew from when I was six that I liked boys more
than girls and I was always attracted to boys' bodies. I played cricket at
school and loved being in the changing rooms and watching other boys
changing - discreetly of course.

We lived in a condominium and my neighbour Joel Cohen was my age and he
attended the Jewish school in the area. His family were progressive Jews
and he had one sister. They went to Shul every Friday and were active in
their synagogue. We had been friends since first grade and played computer
games together, read the same books and, were both cubs in the Scout
movement. We were both called "know it all's" and competed academically,
even though we attended different schools. We played tennis together at the
condo where we lived and played squash. We were also both mad about cricket
and knew everything about the sport.

Scouting was tricky for Joel, because the meetings were held on Friday
nights, and he had to go to Shul. I would sometimes go with his family to
Shul as well, and I had my own specially embroidered kippa and felt
comfortable there. His parents did allow him to attend Scouts some Fridays,
and he was also allowed to go to camps.

My parents allowed me to sleep at his place on Saturday nights, and he
would also sleep at my place on the rare occasion. He had a TV in his room
as well as an ensuite bathroom. I really liked Joel a lot and enjoyed being
close to him and studying his athletic body. He had dark brown eyes and
brownish hair. Our first sexual experience happened on one sleepover when
we were around nine years old. We had just finished watching a Harry Potter
movie, and we were lying in his double bed. The house was quiet once we
switched off the TV. We lay there on our backs, and he took my hand, his
hand was soft and this sent an electrical impulse through my body. He then
asked me if I knew what masturbation was. I confessed that I didn't and he
then asked me if I would like to know.

"Of course, I would like to know," I replied.

His cousin had shown him, and he said that it was fantastic. He stuck his
hand into my pyjama pants and took hold of my dick which was hard. He told
me to relax and then he started to wank me. It felt good and it wasn't long
and my body shuddered and I came and experienced an incredible feeling.

"Let me try on you now" I asked.  I took hold of his cut cock and slowly
did what he did to me. He groaned with pleasure and his body trembled as he
came. He then leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. I had wanted to kiss him
for ages, and this was also a good feeling. We moved closer and held each
other. We kissed for a while and fell asleep in each other's arms.  I had
to get up early the next morning to go to Church with my parents. That
afternoon I went back to Joel's house to talk. We decided to explore more
about sex - we had a research project! I gave Joel another deep kiss.  "I
guess this is the start of something big," Joel said.  I then told him that
we would have to keep this all secret and that my parents would kill me if
they found out. In fact, over the next years, we did very little at my
house.  Joel was very excited and the next Friday we got together at
Scouts. We were sitting a little apart from the group and he told me what
he had discovered on the internet and said there was a lot we had to try
out. I called home and asked to stay at Joel's after Scouts. My Dad agreed
if Joel's parents were happy.  After extinguishing the campfire we went
home, it was around 10 and we smelt like fire. We climbed into the shower
like we had done for years before. But of was different this time, both of
our cocks were hard as we embraced under the strong shower jet. We soaped
each other and washed each other's hair. It was all very sensual. Joel
moved down and started to suck me. This sent me up the wall and I was
coming in minutes. I then got to suck him, and he loved it too. At that
time of our life, we were not ejaculating yet. We then put on our pyjamas
and climbed into bed and kissed again. It was great to be so close to my
friend.  Our first Scout camp away was something we were looking forward
to. We only slept out for one night and the campsite wasn't far out of
town, and we were excited to put up our own tent, which only took us around
four minutes. We unpacked our rucksacks and helped collect firewood for our
campfire. That night we were assessed on our ability to make a meal with a
dessert. Our meal was delicious - even if I have to say so myself.  Later
that night we played Stalk the Lantern, but we were keen to get into our
tent to continue our exploration. Our scoutmaster said that we had to
shower before we got into our sleeping bags. We spoke in whispers so that
others could not overhear us.That night Joel and I kissed, and he showed me
how to 69. I thought that this was rather nifty, and complemented Joel on
his research. He told me about the porn sites that he had discovered, and I
asked him if he could show me sometime.  I was addicted to masturbation,
and did it whenever I could. Joel told me it was the same for him. I
enjoyed doing it in the shower most of all. I lived with Catholic guilt
about it though. We were both thrilled when we eventually could produce
sperm. A few drops to start with, but a great feeling. We made sure that we
tasted each other, and we then became cum addict as well.  A highlight at
the time was when Joel had his Bar mitzvah. He had spent months preparing
his Torah portion. When the moment arrived and he was at the Bimah, he
froze. The Rabbi stepped up put his hand on his shoulder and started him
off. Joel was great, except that his voice was breaking, and he squeaked a
bit at times. There was much happiness and the congregation through sweets
toward the front of the synagogue. There were many "mazeltovs" and
cheers. I admired Joel when he carried the scroll around the Shul before he
put the scroll back into the Ark.

There was a huge party with lots of dancing in the hall afterward. Joel's
father gave a short speech and thanked everyone for coming. Everyone was
happy and we had fun dancing with Joel on our shoulders.

That night I was allowed to sleep at Joel's. Before going to bed, we opened
all his cards and put all the cash he received in a box. We had fun in the
shower, kissed and wanked each other off. I was in love with my bar mitzvah
boy.

We saw less of each other when we were in high school, our lives got much
busier, and Joel was stuck at Shul most Friday nights.

I was in eighth grade when Sean Sampson, a tenth-grade student grabbed my
arse as I was going up the stairs. I ignored him. I knew him from Scouts
where I had little to do with him. When it happened another time, I asked
him what he wanted.  "Isn't it obvious" he replied.  I agreed to meet him
at the costume storeroom below the stage after school. He locked the door
and switched on a dim light. He dropped his pants immediately and was
sporting a raging boner. This ginger older boy was hot, and I was hard in
no time. I dropped my pants, and he came towards me. He turned me around
and pushed me onto a pile of clothes. He had some lube and stuck his
fingers in my arse and began to massage. He then took his cock and started
to penetrate me. It hurt like hell, but I allowed him to go on. Eventually,
he got his whole cock in, and it felt like he was splitting me. Next thing
he came in me. Fortunately, he was wearing a condom. There was very little
intimacy, and I didn't enjoy the experience. He didn't reciprocate, and I
was worried that he would want to do it again, so I developed strategies to
avoid him.  I stopped going to Scouts and joined Joel at Shul on most
Fridays. I kept away from Sean at school and stuck to my year group. I
slept over at Joel's now and again, and I knew that I loved giving
blowjobs. There is something special about the taste of the glans. I also
love the anticipation of a swelling penis just as a person ejaculates. I
don't really enjoy being on the receiving end of anal sex, but I do love
having sex with men looking at them in the eye.

Joel started developing feelings for Rachel a girl in his class and started
spending more time with her. I appreciated Joel's matter-of-factness and he
suggested that we lay off the sex. I was a little heartsore, but I
understood where he was coming from. We remained good friends and kept up
our academic rivalry.

I was getting to know my Life Science teacher who I had a crush on. Mr
Stein was an exciting teacher who brought lessons alive, he was also the
teacher in charge of the Adventure Club. I joined the club, as I was no
longer going to Scouts and enjoyed camping, I also thought it would be a
good way to make new friends at school. I eventually became a leader in the
club and got to work closely with Mr Stein helping to plan excursions.

A Spanish volunteer had also arrived at the school from Barcelona, and he
helped Mr Stein in the adventure club and he was gorgeous. He was six feet
tall and had light brown hair and brown eyes, and his skin was
olive-coloured. He was also Catholic, and his parents didn't have much time
for homosexuality. He was outgoing and easy to talk to. My heart skipped a
beat every time I was with him. I liked the way he touched people when he
spoke and enjoyed being close to him. I was still mad about Adam Stein with
his reddish-brown hair and blue eyes.

I looked for opportunities to meet Mr Stein whenever I could and planning
for the trip to the Drakensberg provided moments. I fantasized about
sucking his cock and doing other things with him. I suspected that he might
be gay and knew that Rafa was. I noticed how Rafa looked at me,
particularly at my stuff. In fact, there was one afternoon when we were on
our way back from the supermarket after buying supplies for the hike when
he put his hand on my thigh. It felt good and I boned up. I wished that we
could have done more at that moment, but we had to wait.

You can read about the adventure at:
nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/adventure-club and
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/a-dramatic-turn