Date: Wed, 9 Jan 2019 13:52:06 +0000
From: J a skehan <jaskejr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bernardo

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Bernardo

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He was my brother, but by adoption. After the war (WW2) my father was
stationed in Italy for a year clearing up the mess that the Nazis had left
behind. He'd majored in art history before being drafted. With his small
college education and expertise he'd been assigned to an art recovery
unit. Many of the treasures that had been stolen by the retreating German
army were scattered around the ruined country side. Recovering them and
returning them to their rightful owners was a tidious task requiring deep
research. He thrived in that atmosphere.

  During his time in Italy he saw much of the devastation of the war. There
were many orphans, displaced persons, and refugees. Bernardo was one of the
orphans. As I understand the story, the little boy took to hanging around
the American troops seeking any food available. My dad took a shine to the
4 year old. Over time he sort of adopted the orphan. I was only a year old
then, having been conceived on one of his leaves when he was home
researching art works. My mother was not pleased when he told her he wanted
to adopt the Italain orphan. But she had been brought up to be a good
Catholic girl and not question her husband. So Bernardo became my big
brother.  I took to him immediately much to my mother's discomfort. Growing
up with an older brother was great. When we were enrolled in a Catholic
school he became my idol and protector. I dogged him constantly as we grew
older. We shared a room with bunk beds. At night we'd spend hours talking
about our dreams. My father bought us a crytal radio kit. We'd spend hours
working on it trying to tune into as many distant stations as possible.
More children came into our family but Bernardo and I were always close. He
was far more athletic than I. He introduced me to soccer which I enjoyed. I
was curious about what he remembered of Italy and his childhood.  It was
not much. My parents both encouraged us to study langauges. I became
proficient in both Italian and French. Bernardo and I would spend hours at
night listening to the French stations from Montreal that we could get on
our crystal radio. He was able to translate some of the French for me. He
seemed to pickup langauges easily.

  High school was a terror for me. Bernardo was a junior, I was a
freshman. I was not interested in sports like my brother. He excelled at
basketball and soccer. His body developed quickly when puberty hit. I
noticed the hairs sprouting and marveled at it all. He was very patient
with me, explaining his own rapid development. Being uncut he had to
explain that also since I was cut at birth. There was nothing sexual in it
at all. Both of us were good Catholic boys having learned Latin so we could
be altar boys at church. This is about the time when I began noticing men
and boys. We had to shower after PE and sometimes one or two of the boys
would be stiff. I asked Bernardo about that one night. He looked at me with
a serious expression before asking "Are you just curious or is it something
more. Don't be afraid to tell me. Remember I'll always love you, always
protect you." I was nervous at his question. I'd been thinking about the
same thing a lot. I'd even confessed to our priest that I looked at other
boys in the showers at school, even at my brother. At his question I just
hung my head and said "I don't know. I see them stiff and want to know what
they can do?" He laughed knowingly before saying "It's Ok to wonder, but
you must not touch anyone without their permission. I will answer all of
your questions anytime." I looked up into his smiling face, seeing those
serious brown eyes, his shaggy dark hair hanging over his eyes. He put his
arm around my shoulders and whispered "You must promise not to tell anyone
about our conversations nor touch anyone-a man or a boy. Promise me you
won't let anyone touch you. Remember I am here for you always." He kissed
my forehead and held me to his chest. It was warm out now and he'd taken to
sleeping only in his underwear, tighty whities like mine. He put his hand
behind my head and pulled my face to his giving me a soft kiss on the lips.

  My body responded to his affection, his did too. If felt our two stiff
cocks-a word he'd taught me- rub against our thighs. He pulled back to
stare into my eyes. Smiling he took my hand and brought it to his crotch
and his hard cock. I grabbed the cloth covered cock and rubbed it. He
moaned into the side of my face at the touch, the new sensation. Holding
tightly onto my shoulders he moved me back to lay on the bed. His hands
were busy exploring my chest, rubbing my nibbles and shoulders. I held onto
his cock, never wanting to let it go. Bernardo reached down and pulled the
elastic of my briefs away from my body, freeing my throbbing cock from the
cloth confines. I did the same to him marveling at his stiffness and at the
retreating foreskin. He moved to lay on top of my exposed body. Our two
naked cocks rubbing against each other. It didn't take long before we both
exploded covering our lower bodies with our cream. It was my first orgasm
and Bernardo knew it. After a few minutes recovering he jumped up, grabbed
some tissues and began cleaning both of our bodies. Finishing, he gave me a
peck on the lips before rushing off to the bathroom to dispose of the damp
tissues. He returned with a damp cloth and tenderly wiped our bodies
clean. Looking into my eyes he asked "Was that your first time?" I nodded
yes to his question. Smiling shyly he continued "From now on we will be
closer than ever, more than just brothers. I will protect and guide you."

  In the morning our father came into to wake us. He found us in the same
bed with the sheet covering our lower bodies. I was cuddled in Bernardo's
arms. He woke us saying "Don't let your mother find you like this. But I'm
glad that you two are so close." What he didn't see was the 2 pairs of
underwear beneath the bed. We quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and
dressed knowing that it was a normal school day. The school bus would pick
us up, as usual, on the corner in twenty minutes. From that day on dad
tried to make special time for us. Often we'd go to his office and spend
the time in a conference room working on our homework. When Barnardo had
practice I'd sit in the stands waiting for him. On weekends dad and I would
go to his soccer games.

  Our new closeness did not go unnoticed by the good brothers who taught in
the school. One of my favorite teachers took me aside one day to talk to
me. He explained that he knew that my father had adopted Bernardo. He also
told me that he'd noticed my closeness to my adopted brother. I knew I was
blushing at that comment. He put his hand on my shoulder and told me not to
be ashamed. He said that it was good that we were so close and he hoped
that as the two of us grew older we'd grow even closer. At the time I
didn't know what he meant.

   Bernardo graduated with honors. Both of my parents were proud of
him. But no one could be as proud as I was. He decided to go to the local
college and live at home. By this point we had progressed in our physical
relationship. We had to be very quiet to avoid waking the rest of the
family. But each night our love progressed. Bernardo told me that I was too
young for anal sex, fucking, but I could fuck him without any danger. He
muffled my moans with deep kisses. Since we were the oldest we were given a
room to ourselves in the basement. Each day I'd come home from school, do
my homework, and wait for my big brother to arrive. He'd come down, kiss
me, and begin his own school work. We'd talk of our plans and hopes for our
future. Bernardo put up the pretense of dating girls. He had a part time
job at the grocery store so he was able to contribute to the household
expenses and afford a few dates. Dad insisted that he keep up his college
course work.

  Due to some quirk of fate we both graduated on the same weekend. Mine was
on Sunday and his the day before. I'd been accepted at the large, nearby
university on a full scholarship. Shortly after he graduated Benardo got a
job offer from a firm in the city. It was an entry level position but had a
reasonable salary. He announced that he'd saved enough money to get his own
place. Dad was proud of him. But mom was not happy. It got even worse when
he asked dad if I could move in with him. The university was closer to his
new place and it'd save time commuting. He and dad were all for the
idea. It would give the others more space in the crowded house. Mom pouted
and was unhappy not being able to have any control over the two of us.
After some heated debate she finally agreed. I had a good summer job and
was able to contribute to some of the expenses. The move was quick and
easy, done in a few hours .

  Our first night in the small one bedroom apartment began with a steak
dinner with wine. After the meal I was surprised with a bottle of
champagne. I asked Bernardo if he was trying to get me drunk so he could
take advantage of me. He laughed and told me that was his plan. We made
love that night in our own double bed. It was my first anal sex. Bernardo
was tender with me, almost treating me like his bride. We spent most of
that night making love. The next day was Sunday and we stayed in bed well
into the afternoon. A phone call from mom woke us. She asked if we'd gone
to mass at our new parish. I was groggy when I answered the phone, telling
her all about the church that I'd never been in. I told her that I'd taken
a nap after lunch and that Bernardo had gone out for pizza. He muffled his
giggles with a pillow as he lay next to me. The call ended when I told her
that we needed to go to the laundromat down the street.

  When the call ended and I hung up a strong arm pulled me over to lay on
his muscled chest. He laughed saying "From now on you get to answer the
phone. You lie so well even I believed you for a minute." I snuggled into
his neck licking and kissing the hickey I'd left the night before. After
another hour of wild sex we decided to go for a pizza making my lie a a
partial truth.



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