Date: Fri, 6 Nov 2009 21:31:54 -0800 From: Oral Litener Subject: Gambal's Story - Part 4 Disclaimer: The people and events described here are completely fictional. This story involves young boys, nudity and graphically depicts preteen sexual situations. If this offends you, or if there are laws in your area prohibiting you from reading this type of story...you should go somewhere else. If you choose to stay and read, I hope you enjoy the story. If you enjoyed my story (or not), I would love to hear from you at orallite@inbox.com. ============================================================================== From Part 3: "All I want now Enzio is your naked body pressed up against mine," I told him, "I want to kiss you and hold you and never let you go." Enzio smiled but it was a sad smile. "You don't really like the Master/Slave game do you?" he asked. "No," I confessed, "not really. I don't want to be your master, just your lover." Enzio was quiet for a minute -- I could see he was thinking and then my heart broke -- he started crying. ============================================================================== Gambal's Story - Part 4 I dropped to my knees and wrapped my arms around Enzio, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I kept repeating that as I hugged him and kissed his cheek and neck. I was confused, terribly confused. I didn't know that the game, the master/slave thing meant so much to him. "Don't be silly!" I heard him say between his sobs. "You didn't do anything bad -- you're the only decent boy I've ever known." "So why are you crying? It must be something I said or did." "No amore mio," Enzio said softly, almost regretfully. "My sadness is not because of something you said or did; it is because of something I must tell you -- something that is very embarrassing -- something that may make you want to send me home and not speak to me again." I started shivering inside, my heart was suddenly very heavy in my chest. I was scared of what Enzio wanted to tell me and was about to tell him that I didn't want to know or that he didn't have to tell me anything, but I realized that this was something very important to him, something that in his mind could destroy our friendship. "Enzio," I told him in almost a whisper, hugging him harder now and bathing his face in kisses, "Whatever you have to tell me , I promise -- I promise with all my heart -- it won't make me love you any less or make me want you less. You know you don't have to tell me any secrets but you can if you want. Come on, let's get our undies back on, in case Mom pops in again, and we'll talk on the bed, and remember you can tell me anything . . . anything and I will always love you." Sitting on the edge of my bed, that was when Enzio, hesitantly and tearfully, told me the story that I related to you in Part 1 of my story. If you remember, he was repeatedly raped and abused by his brother and two friends. As he told it to me, tears welled up in his eyes and tears streamed down my face as well. When he was done, we hugged for the longest time, the kind of hug that symbolizes a deep, enduring and continuing friendship -- and I hoped it made him believe that really nothing HAD changed between us. Finally Enzio spoke; "I am so sorry amore, I come to you not as a pure and good boy but as a boy who feels," he put his hand on his chest, "a boy who feels too dirty to accept your pure and innocent love -- too dirty to accept your mother's kindness." "Oh Enzio," I cried -- I was, of course, literally crying and sobbing but managed to say, "never ever say that. You are NOT dirty! You've had some bad things happen to you -- things that were not your fault --so don't EVER think of yourself as dirty and don't think -- even for a minute -- that anything that happened to you has made me love you less." "Gam," Enzio said looking deep in my eyes with a pained expression on his face, "you do not fully understand something . . . I began to enjoy this treatment the boys gave me, I began looking forward to ther nightly visits and enjoyed being fucked by them and enjoyed sucking their cocks. Now it has been two years and I still get excited when I think of being treated as a sex slave. I AM dirty amore mio! I am a whore!" "NO Enzio, stop saying that!" I protested. "You're only confused because you have never known REAL love and I will . . . I promise on my life . . . I WILL show you real love and after that . . ." I started crying and sobbing very hard -- I didn't want to finish what I was about to say. Enzio wrapped his arms around me -- now he was comforting me. I knew I had to finish what I was going to say, even though it would break my heart just to say it. "Enzio," I continued through my tears, "stay with me and let me treat you like the beautiful, sensitive boy you are; you need to understand that I will never see you as a sex slave and I will never treat you as a sex slave . . . give me a chance and and if my love isn't enough to satisfy you, if you still need something else . . . ." I still couldn't say those words 'you'll have to find someone else' they just wouldn't come out of my mouth. "But remember you are NOT dirty -- and you are MY 'amore mio' now and forever!" Just a second later, amazingly, Enzio started chuckling. I gave him a look that asked why and he understood my look. "Don't ever," he giggled, "try to say any Italian words until I teach you. That 'amore mio' was terrible!" I was filled with so much joy at seeing him smile and hearing his musical giggle that I could only start laughing. After awhile, many hugs and sniffles later, "Ok," I said to Enzio, "you told me your secret, now it's time to hear mine." Enzio stared, not believeing I could have any dark secret's and he was right mine was not dark -- but it was dirty. "My mom told me this," I said smiling, "When I was a little baby, one day I had a diaper full of poop and she brought me into the bedroom, put me on the changing table and loosened the diaper, getting ready to pull it off when the telephone rang. She turned her back to answer the phone, she swore that she only talked for two minutes -- when she turned back to the changing table she almost fell down laughing. While her back was turned I had covered myself, from head to toes with my poop. That's why, from that day until now, she calls me "poopy head." Enzio's tears started again but they were tears of laughter. We both fell back on the bed laughing our butts off. "What's going on in here?" My mom's head asked as it came through the door. "Nothing mom," I managed to say through my laughter, "we finished studying and were just telling jokes." "Oh!" mom replied. "Well get your clothes on and I'll be calling you for dinner soon. Your Dad just got home -- and we're also having company for dinner." "Yea!" I cheered at the news that dad was home -- I wanted him to meet Enzio and wanted Enzio to meet him. I grabbed Enzio's hand and pulled him off the bed. "Come on Enzio, I want you to meet my dad!" My mom tried to say something but I was too fast, in seconds I was past her, dragging Enzio behind. Dad was sitting in his favorite easy chair and appeared to be talking but I just went ahead and jumped up on his lap, hugged him around his neck and kissed him -- just like every day. Today, however, my dad seemed oddly flustered and I didn't understand what was going on until I turned to look around the room and there, in the arm chair facing dad's was a pretty lady and a young boy -- the boy looked to be about 7 or 8 y/o. "Hi Gamble," my father finally said. Then he glanced down at Enzio standing next to the chair. "And hi to you also, young man." "Hi!" Enzio said to my dad, "I'm Enzio, Gambal's friend and . . . and Gambal's mom invited me for dinner too." I realized when he said that, that neither of us knew the other one's last name. Now that's funny! As much as we've done together and as mush as we've shared, we never shared our full names. "Well I'm pleased to meet you Enzio!" My dad said, "and this," he said pointing to the lady and the boy, is Lydia Campbell and her son Raymond." Enzio had not seen Mrs. Campbell and her son in the chair and when my dad said that he swung around, stared and blushed furiously. We were still, of course, in our undies and Enzio was embarrassed. "Hi guys!" Lydia Campbell said looking at Enzio and then at me. This is my son Ray!" Then to Raymond she said, maybe you and these boys could go and play while I talk to Mr. Herzog." To us she said, "Is that OK guys?" "Sure!" I said, we're just goofing around, but we'll be happy to have Ray join us." Raymond gave us a bright, toothy smile and walked over to where we were standing. "Lets go Ray," I said to him, "my room is just down the hall." "Ok!" Raymond replied. We started walking toward the hallway and Raymond stopped. He turned back toward the living room and rushed to his mother's side. He pulled her down so he could whisper something to her and when he had asked her what he wanted she cuckled and said, "of course -- that'll be more comfortable for you too." (Continued)