Date: Sun, 18 Jan 1998 17:38:14 PST
From: rupert forman <barnaby_boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Barnaby and Pablo

Christmas was already over. It had been a real family get together, but now
I was fed up with just sitting at my computer or reading school books.
Even so, I almost wished I was back at school - back with Nick and Adrian
my exciting sex partners.  There was one event left in the holiday, and at
about 7pm I started to change for the New Year Scout disco taking place at
their hut on the edge of town. I don't like discos but I fancied meeting
someone for some sex action in the woods, so into my new check shirt top
pocket I slipped three Extra Safes, and a tube of KY into my jeans back
pocket.  It was a clear night, cool but not cold, and I took the short cut
past the allotments and garages, then on past the old cinema. It was just
gone 8.30 when I arrived at the hut. All the girls looked about 14, and I
only recognised one boy - from my primary school days before going off to
private school.

It was hot in the large dimly-lit cavernous room, so I undid the top two
buttons of my shirt and stood round near the edge to watch the action.  I
was quite frankly bored by it all, but turned my head from watching the
floor when I heard loud laughter from one corner. A small party with cans
of drink were getting rather excited. My eyes fell on one of the boys in
particular, who seemed to be sitting slightly apart from the rest. What was
striking about him, even at a distance, was a shock of black hair
contrasting with light-coloured sweat-shirt and jeans.

I moved further down the side of the room till almost opposite him. I
noticed just how good he looked. He had broad shoulders, a very intelligent
and handsome face, and his jeans fitted tightly over strong elegant legs.
He looked like a trained athlete and, as he leaned back, his shirt rode up
to expose a brown wash-board abdomen and a streak of black hair running
down and disappearing below his navel. I heard myself give an involuntary
gasp.

I grabbed a chair and lounged back against the wall with my legs just apart
and watched him. Two girls in the group talked to him but he didn't seem
really interested or even comfortable. The boys were talking quickly
amongst themselves. He was just looking vaguely around when suddenly our
eyes met. We were both startled and quickly looked away. Then our eyes
locked again - and then again - each time for a little longer until I
smiled across at him and he returned a dazzler. My heart was racing - what
to do next!  In all the noise and music these exchanges went unnoticed, and
so did my getting up and crossing the floor to head for the toilet.

Boys had to pee into a long metal trough under a corrugated iron coverway
against the side of the hut. I stood there in a row of three and quickly
finished, but was left finally alone. I heard the hall door open - could it
be him? No. This happened twice more - and then he appeared and stood some
feet away. I waited till we were alone and signalled to him to follow me. I
walked quickly down behind the club buildings into the car park, and we
stopped out of sight of anyone.

'I'm Barnaby - but call me Barny'.  'Pablo' he replied, and immediately he
moved close to me, tightly holding my waist and pressing his mouth hard
against mine. At first I felt that I could hardly move, but he quickly
relaxed, and instead of the forceful hardness, I began to feel the warm
softness of his mouth. Our lips began gently sliding and sucking on each
other, and I put my arms around his well-developed chest. We began to
squirm against each other and he moved his hands down to the cheeks of my
bum.  'You are very nice' he said, and pulled me harder towards him so that
our stiff cocks were grinding together through our jeans.  'Let's get away
from here' I said, 'we can go into the wood.'  'The grass will be wet. I
think I know a place - but I must tell my friends.'  'Tell them what?' I
asked, somewhat alarmed.  'That I will be back late. He grinned. No
problem!'  He ran off leaving me wondering if he would return, but was back
again in less than a minute.  'We can go where I used to work.'

I followed him along the main road to a lane leading to a woodyard with a
high metal fence round it. I knew it was there but had never been in.  The
back fence was at the side of the railway line, and behind some bushes
there was a gap. We squeezed in and, once inside, entered a very large shed
open at each end - with timber stacked on shelving - finally reaching a
secluded area of the yard, with a caravan standing next to a brick
building.  Pablo gave me another of his wonderful smiles, then putting his
arms round my shoulders he began kissing me again passionately. His energy
was amazing. I was soon pressing my tongue against his lips and he
responded by opening his mouth for deeper kissing. It was wonderful. Then
he pulled away to find a door key hidden under the caravan. Next thing we
were inside in the dark. Pablo switched on a small desk lamp.

The caravan, though rather scruffy, seemed to have everything - water and
electricity (from the main office bulding), a shower cubicle with electric
shower, a heater, and across one end a single bed. It was all perfectly dry
but a bit cold so Pablo switched on the fan heater.  'This was all for
security, but business is bad. I saw the key hidden...'  I didn't want to
hear any more explanations so I put a finger gently on his lips and with my
left hand I undid the top button of his jeans. I looked again directly into
his eyes and smiled at him. His expression at once became serious and I
knew then that things were about to take their own course. We were now
standing on a rug by the side of the bed and, as we began kissing again, he
undid the buttons of my shirt. Then he pulled off his own T-shirt and I
took the belt from my jeans and threw it down, followed by my shirt.

As I've said before (Barnaby and Andy) 'I'm 5'9" with dark brown hair and
grey eyes, fairly slim but well built and athletic, with well developed
chest and stomach muscles.  I do regular excercise besides playing rugby
and some athletics, and I swim too and was in the junior squash team at
school. I'm not at all hairy except for a dark silky bush above my cock and
a narrow path of hairs leading down over my navel.'


We were standing face to face bare topped and exactly the same height.
Pablo seemed as excited by me as I was by him. His smooth tanned chest was
beautifully muscled, and his waist so slim. My heart was pounding as I saw
his dark eyes narrow with intent, and wondering what he would do, I began
kissing his face and neck and rubbing my fingers through his thick hair. My
cock was now steel-hard inside my jeans. Pablo was quick to lower my zip to
find me.
 
He dropped to his knees and, taking me lovingly into his mouth, he started
sucking me through my flies. His tongue and lips worked together as he
began taking the whole length of my shaft in his mouth. With my hands
caressing his thick hair I encouraged him to take me deep.  His head moved
quickly on me, and the soft friction of his throat was driving me wild.
All I could say was 'O Pablo!..Pablo!'  My face was flushed and my legs
trembled. He knew I was about to come and slowed down to give me the most
exquisite orgasm. I was experiencing pure and unimaginable pleasure. My cum
flowed into him and he swallowed. His sucking became gentle licking and
kissing, and then he stopped and got to his feet and smiled at me, gently
brushing the perspiration from my forehead into my hair. I believe there
were tears in my eyes as I said 'Pablo, please let me do that for you.'

He made no reply, but I undid his button fly, and removed his trainers and
jeans. There in front of me stood the most perfect physical specimen I had
ever seen, wearing only blue briefs and white socks. I feasted on him and
marvelled at the lines and curves of his sculptured body. It was my turn
now and I wanted to give him the same experience he had just given me, so I
kissed him and led him to the bed. He lay on his back at the pillow end,
just as if he were resting. I lay next to him a little further down, and
with the greatest excitement I slid his blue briefs over his hips and down
his beautiful legs. Then I moved down even further till my face was next to
his cock.
 
Pablo's hard cock was the same length and shape as mine but slightly
thicker. Like me, he was uncircumcised, and the pink-purple head was just
visible.  He turned on his side slightly towards me as I rubbed my nose
around in his silky black bush before beginning to suck him.  Now sucking
is something I really enjoy. I particularly like to give pleasure this way,
and to be in control. Though hard, his cock came alive in my mouth, and I
set up a steady rhythm, sometimes taking him in deeply, but always gently
sucking on his warm shaft. I put my hand between his legs, stroking his
tight balls and feeling in between his soft firm hairless cheeks. I pulled
him towards me to help him begin a face-fucking motion. All the time Pablo
was stroking my hair. He whispered 'You're so nice, Barney'.  Before long
he began to tremble and I could sense him approaching orgasm.  He stopped
his movements into me and I too slowed down, just as he had done, giving
long light sucks as he filled my mouth with the sweetest semen. I too
swallowed it all.

The caravan now seemed very cosy. It was safe, as Pablo had locked it from
the inside. There was a single window facing a brick wall. No-one could
know we were there!  I took the rest of my clothes off. Pablo watched as I
removed my jeans and boxer shorts. I slid up the bed next to him, and we
lay together on the top sheet, his arm round my shoulder and my head on his
chest. His heart was quiet now and I began slowly massaging his
chest. Without stopping me he turned slightly on his side so I could look
up at his face and he kissed me gently on the lips and asked 'Why were you
there tonight?  'No particular reason... Why is your English so good?'  'My
mother is English. Though we live in Balbao I speak both Spanish and
English.'  'Then why are you here? To work in this wood yard?'  He laughed
and explained he regularly stays in England for holidays, especially when
his parents are overseas on diplomatic business.'  I asked him 'Have you
used this caravan before - like this?'  'No, I've only just this year
decided I'm gay. Till a year ago I had a Spanish girlfriend, but I never
fucked her. I've never fucked any girls.'  'Have you ever fucked another
boy?'  'Yes...several in fact. ' (I must admit to feeling just a little
jealous at that moment.)

'Well, like you, I only decided I was really gay this last summer - with my
cousin Andy. Now I love to fuck and be fucked - as well as to suck and be
sucked!. School really is great fun! To be honest, I must admit I only came
along tonight in the hope of meeting someone for sex!'  Pablo looked
thoughtful.  'So you like fucking?' he said.  'You bet - and being fucked
too. I get fucked most nights.'  'Barnaby - I've never been fucked.'
'O..really?'  'Yes...and... I really like you. Will you show me what it's
like? Will you fuck me tonight?'  I said nothing but looked into Pablo's
black-brown eyes and began kissing him. He returned my passion and our
bodies soon became wrapped around each other as we rolled and squirmed on
the bed.  'Let me get a condom from my shirt' I said. I got the KY too from
my jeans.


Lying next to him I said 'Pablo, I'm going to make this my best fuck ever.'
I moved his legs apart on them bed and knelt between them. I started
unrolling the condom onto my stiff shaft, but Pablo seemed keen to take
this process over. I thought his neat and delicate actions were going to
make me climax there and then, but I distracted myself by massaging KY into
him, first with one and then with two fingers. All the time he looked at me
with an expression of complete trust. I kissed him again almost wanting to
laugh at his seriousness.  'Now put the pillow under your lower back. Now
your legs over my shoulders.'  He did this and I leaned down onto him
adjusting his position to bring him in line with my throbbing cock. I slid
forward and pressed against him.  (I learned this technique fucking Nick
last term.) There was no resistance and I entered his delicious warmth
slowly, inch by inch, until the backs of his legs pressed on my chest and
stomach.  'Are you all right my lover?' I asked.

Without waiting for a reply I began to cover his face with kisses and
slowly to fuck him. At first I moved only an couple of inches in and out,
but soon I was pulling out almost completely and then plunging right in.
The sensations were amazing. He had just the right tightness, and every now
and then he would squeeze on me. His involvement and enjoyment was obvious
from the ripples of energy running through his body, but almost
overwhelming when he began to grip my back with both his arms, crushing me
against him, and kissing me very fiercely. This drove me on even harder and
and I really began to plough into him. Then all of a sudden it seemed that
I was dissolving from the inside.  'O Pablo..I'm cumming into you! O
Pablo!'  To my amazement he came too, his spunk making a slippery patch
between our tummies.  The shiny brown legs slipped down from my shoulders
as I withdrew my cock - itself now in satisfied sleep - and we began
kissing and holding each other, gently caressing each other's bodies.

'Barnaby, that was just wonderful. You are a truly great lover. You show
such tenderness and power.'  I didn't know what to say. For me he had not
only a most beautifully sexy body, but also a generous spirit that raised
love-making with him to a new level of experience for me.  'I did it for
you dearest Pablo, and want to do it again and again.'

Pablo's eyes seemed to mist up. I lay there admiring those perfect features
- straight nose, dark eyebrows, faint moustache of the finest black hairs;
and those beautiful warm red lips, whitest-of-white teeth and his active
tongue that was beginning to play such an important part in our kissing. We
lay together in companionable silence drawing warmth from each other and
offering the simplest of caresses. Soon we had slipped into a light sleep.

I was awoken by the sound of Pablo pissing hard in the sink. As he walked
back to the bed silhouetted against the light of the table lamp, I
marvelled again at how perfectly proportioned he was!  'Let's take a shower
together', he said.  'Does it really work then?'

He turned the water on and adjusted the flow to get the right temperature.
We stood in the stream facing each other and began prodding each other
playfully and giggling like little children at a party. There was a shampoo
container in the rack, and I filled my hand with the creamy soap and began
rubbing it over Pablo's body. He rubbed it over me too till we were like
two slippery fish, and he then drew me back slightly, out of the shower
stream. I saw that his face had become serious again. He began rubbing me
gently all over and up and along along the crease of my bum.  Penetrating
me gently but deeply with his soapy fingers he notice my eager response.
'Barney, I want so much to fuck you - to show how much you mean to me.  But
I have no condom.'  'I still have two in my shirt' I said, 'and plenty of
jelly.'  Immediately we rinsed off in the warm water and dried each other
off under a spare sheet, both of us falling over together in the process.
I felt exhilarated at the prospect of being fucked by Pablo - my most
beautiful and caring gay lover that I had met only a few hours earlier.
His partial erection was itself beautiful - the purple head just showing
through the end of his foreskin. I already knew his cock to be a seven by
one-and-a-half inch living machine. And now I was to be speared and fucked
in an act of - well, love. He asked me fit the condom, and I also covered
his whole shaft with KY.

Equipped with this powerful living weapon, Pablo then took me quite by
surprise.  He lifted me up bodily and lay me across the width of the bed
face down with my knees on the floor. His soft hands caressed the cheeks of
my bum and I felt his warm breath on me as he pushed his tongue against my
entrance. I knew what to do and relaxed for him to work into me. He took
only a minute to prepare me, and, standing up and leaning forward, he slid
his whole cock slowly and effortlessly into me. The next thing I felt was
his lifting me up towards him, my back against his chest, so that his mouth
was against the side of my face. I turned to him for us to kiss, and he
started to become very passionate.  'O Barney..you are so nice..SO nice..!'

He guided me face-down onto the bed, length-ways this time, lying between
my legs with my bum fitting perfectly around his cock and pressed up
against his groin. Even that was a wonderful feeling, but then he began to
fuck me.  His fucking was majestic. It was fierce but never selfish. He was
sensitive to all my own responses. I grabbed the pillow and pushed it under
me to give a better curve to my body.  Pablo was a simply superb
fucking-machine, and his steady rhythm had a tireless ease about it. He was
giving me the fuck of a lifetime and I was thrilling to his every stroke.
After some timeless time of the greatest physical pleasure my head again
started to spin, and I knew that I was in the grip of what was going to be
a mighty climax.  'O Pablo.. this is heaven! Fuck me more!! O God!'  Pablo
was raging above me like a furious lion, and yet his effect on me was so
loving, so generous. His breathing became very forced and I could feel his
heart and pulse pounding. He gave a series of short shuddering cries and
finished his fuck with corresponding thrusts into me. We lay like that -
him on top of me, still inside me, and me lying on a patch of cum-soaked
sheet - till we drifted off to sleep.  When we awoke it was light. We
disentangled ourselves to the sound of Sunday church bells in the town. My
watch showed 8.00 am.  Soon we had to part. I had an essay to write before
returning to school, and he had to get into London by late afternoon.  But
Pablo is coming to stay with me at Easter and I will go to Bilbao in the
summer!

Please e-mail me: barnaby_boy@hotmail.com