Date: Tue, 3 Jan 2012 13:59:02 +0000 From: alfredo garcia Subject: My Friend Alberto My friend Alberto by Alfredo Garcia Memories of my childhood and adolescence crowd back in small details, a recalled sensation, a touch, an aroma, a mood or emotion that may have lasted for just a moment. They lie like the edited frames of a motion picture scattered randomly on the cutting room floor. Much is lost but I gather the fragments and mold them in my mind. My sexual awakening inspired this story and is reconstructed from a half remembered haze and a few vivid images I have retained. My classmate Alberto was a year older than the rest of us. He was not a very good student and repeating his previous year, but was, by far, the best athlete in the class. His sporting prowess, bold self-assurance and the notoriety from having failed his exams, attracted a large circle of friends. Though I was not among them, I felt a curious attraction that I could not name. I can still see his warm brown skin, muscular body, dark eyes, beautiful Roman nose and thick sensuous lips. Ours was to be a very special relationship not shared with any other classmates. I was the quiet studious member of the class with a slim build and without talent in sports or and outgoing manner that attracted followers. Although far out of my league in schoolboy society, I would catch Alberto staring at me. At first I interpreted this as aggression that should be avoided if possible. No violence ever came but I still wondered if he was planning an ambush. I put my theory to the test. During breaks between classes I hid, followed his movements and watched as he sought me out. Unnoticed by him, I saw by reflection in windows how his eyes scanned my body, especially my bare legs. Occasionally he would speak to me and it was always to do with sex. He told me, to my horror, that he and his friends had masturbated at a cinema and pointed out two classmates who were touching each other whenever they could. It made me uncomfortable and I responded with disdain. In a whispered conspiratorial tone, he enquired if I had hair down there. Insulted, I lied saying no. When he asked if I played with my penis, I turned and walked away from him. I was in the junior school because we all wore short pants. On this day our teacher was to show a film and took us to the projection room. This was a rare and special treat that put the class in a buzzing festive mood. There was press of young bodies as we jostled for positions on the carpeted floor where we were to sit and it was then that I noticed Alberto was next to me. She drew the curtains cutting out most of the light from the window and huddled together excitedly as the lights were extinguished and we stared at the uncertain flickering of the projector. I felt his body warm against mine and experienced a strange sensation flooded through my veins. I did not move at first even when I felt his hand rest innocently on my knee. However, when his fingers slid mischievously into my crotch, towards my small boyish cock, I was shocked and reacted defensively. In a silent tussle I tried to free his hand that now clamped between my legs, but then, for a reason I could not explain, I stopped the struggle and let his fingers explore the gristly appendage between my legs. It was a thrilling game we played in the darkness. He took my hand and placed it on his cock that was hard and large and together we tenderly fondled each other, absorbed in the new and astonishing sensations I was experiencing. The subject of the film passing unassimilated. I recall vividly that he bent over and pressed his face between my legs and I drew up and lifted my bare thigh against the soft down of his cheek as it caressed my inner thigh. What we did as the film lurched to a close and the lights came on, I do not recall. Did we look at each other? Were words exchanged? All that recollection is lost except the tender touching in the darkness. No longer fearing a physical threat, and perhaps unconsciously intrigued by him, a day or too later, he asked me to go his home to see his renowned collection of stickers that were popular among the boys at that time. Along the way, he told me that his sister loved me, and that she had said that I was a very handsome boy. I felt momentarily flattered but then a little confused as I barely knew his sister and had never seen her even look at me. On entering the house, he called out see if anyone else was there and, when no answers came, I had uneasy feeling that he had something undisclosed in mind yet this stirred a strange excitement. He took me to his room and brought out his sticker album as promised and we sat on the bed slowly turning the pages. As he leaned over me to point out a special treasure, or recount an acquisition, his head and shoulders pressed against me. His bare leg made contact with my thigh it sent a thrill thought my body but I instinctively moved away, swallowing hard, unable to understand my emotion. A minute later his leg again pressed and this time I did not move. There was a pulse in my penis and again when he looped his arm on my shoulder, in friendly way as boys do. It was as if a current flowed between us and produced in me the unmistakable surge of a growing erection. I still feel the tender softness of these moments between two friends together as my heart pounded in my chest. In silence, we leafed through the album but I no longer saw the pages. He surely sensed my distraction and turned his gaze at me. I blushed and looked away. His right hand had supported the album and rested on my bare knee as my erection pushed urgently against the hard cover. The fingertips of his left hand touched the crease of my neck. Tense and completely paralyzed, I gulped and stopped even the pretense of flipping pages. His lips brushed my neck, and I felt his hand move over my leg. I closed my eyes and again surrendered to the pleasure of his touch. His lips caressing my neck and ear, his hand now ran up the inside of my thigh. Instinctively, I made an effort to stop him and tried move away but he restrained me. "You are not able to hold a tickle" he challenged. "Yes, I can" I shot back intent to rescue my dignity. His hands reached are under my shirt, up my back to my neck and the other over bare chest brushing the skin and stroking my erect nipples making me twist and squirm away, though my penis was about to explode. "You can't take it?" he gloated. "I can" I protested but with barely the strength to utter the words. He removed the sticker album, which had hidden my erection. "Well, I see you like it" he grinned, squeezing my penis through my pants. " No, don't do that" I said indignantly, brushing his hand away. "Okay" he responded "but you must submit to a test that I am sure you cannot resist." "Undress and get under the sheets, I'll tickle you through the sheets. I know you cannot stand it." he challenged. "No, your parents or your sister can come". I protested but somehow knew I was committed to a path already chosen. "They will not be home for two hours" he reassured me adding "I will lock the door. Come, do what I say!" Scared but exhilarated by this adventure into a new and forbidden territory, my resistance melted away. "I will not watch while you undress", he cajoled, turning away from me. For a moment I hesitated, but then slowly removed my shirt then shoes and socks and finally my pants and underwear and dived naked under the sheet. "You can start" I announced after having covered myself from head to toe. Inside my dim cocoon of cotton I heard rustles and felt bumps against the mattress then the tender touch of his hand on my foot. Startled by the unexpected tactic, I twitched involuntarily but then was soothed by the affection of his caress. His hands moved methodically towards my knee, then a gush of blood into my penis as he reached my thigh. His expert fingers played along my inner thigh and around my hip but studiously avoiding my throbbing penis that craved the contact that was withheld. The motion of his hand, however, disturbed the fabric covering me, making it brush the head of my rampant penis in exquisite torture till a bead of moisture oozed from the tip and spread through the sheet above. Had his hand contacted my penis, even for an instant, I would have ejaculated uncontrollably, but it did not. Instead, he turned his attention to my nipples, then my neck, cheeks, my forehead, my lips. He pinched one of my nipples, making me gasp. "Surrender" he whispered in my ear while nibbling me delicately making me moan till his lips touched mine and silenced them. Suddenly a noise at the door startled us and his sister's shrill voice demanded to know why the door is closed. "Go Away!" yelled Alberto I jerked the sheet off my head and saw he too was completely naked. As he grabbed for discarded clothes, I saw his erect penis. It was bigger than mine, more dark and wreathed in tangle of jet black hair. For an instant, we froze and each stared at the beauty of the other. Our eyes darting to the other's penis that, despite the shock, projected erectly from our bodies. We dressed hurriedly. I was desperate to flee this place but to do so I had to pass through the living room where his sister watched disapprovingly. 'Hello,' she said, with a knowing smile that suggested she was aware of our activity. 'Hello,' I stuttered in reply, flushed and avoiding her gaze as I hurried across the room and into the silent, vacant entry. At the door my friend placed a fleeting kiss upon my cheek. "See you tomorrow" he called cheerily as I ran down the path to the gate. I bolted back to home feeling very ashamed and sorry, yet a strange elation surged within me as if something fundamental had changed. At home, my mother asked me where I had been, and I replied that I was at a friend's house looking at his sticker collection. Her inquisitive eyes seemed not to believe me. Could she see from my face what I had done? Then, after dinner, as I excused myself to go to bed she said, "Did something happen to you this afternoon? This shook me and I stammered that nothing had happened but I doubt she was convinced. Is it true that mothers can read the faces of their children like books? I lay bed that night unable to sleep, then pulled off pajama pants, and I masturbated fiercely twice in a row thinking of Alberto's naked body, and imagining us embracing under the covers, rubbing our penises together. At midnight I woke from with an erection from an exotic dream and masturbated again. In the morning, after waking, I did it once more unable to purge these images from my head, and made my penis was red and sore. At school I felt distracted and still could not put the events the previous day out of my mind. I avoided Alberto and felt especially shamed by the kiss on the cheek he gave me as we parted. Boys do not give kisses, I told myself, perhaps he imagined me as a sort of girlfriend, but I was a boy? Fags might do this but neither of us were that. Finally, on leaving the school grounds, we met. "I have not seen you all day." he said. "Are we still friends?" he added holding out his hand. I could not refuse it. He held my hand a little longer than necessary, enough so that the heat from it seemed to pass through my arm and into my cheek and brought the image of his naked body and his erect penis into my mind. I felt a contraction again, all just in seconds. I turned quickly to the friends I had planned to walk with. They asked me if I had fought with Alberto and I avoided their questions, as my mind was in turmoil. I thought I would die of shame if they knew what had happened between us, Still I felt a sense of joy inside me but did not know why. My mother noticed it immediately and pronounced, "Definitely something has happened to you. Tell me is there is a girl you like? Are you falling in love? I denied it all but left her unpersuaded. It was Friday afternoon and I tried to do my weekend homework, but I could not concentrate. All I could think about was how Alberto liked to touch me, and for me, how I liked that touch. Only after I masturbated again, could I finish my work. On Saturday our whole family went to see relatives and all the time I was worried that Alberto would phone and I would miss the call. On Sunday morning, I did not go play with my friends as unusual, but waited in vain. By midafternoon I was deeply sad and feared Alberto had already forgotten me. At last the phone rang and I ran to catch it and yes it was him and he invited me to his home. He said parents and sister had gone out and would not return until late at night. I told my mother I was invited to Alberto's for tea. My mother was curious about my sudden friendship with Alberto and then remembered that he had a sister who was very pretty, and a companion of one of my sisters. "Ah!" she said "It is his sister Alicia is not it?" "Yes" I said "He has a sister" I replied, deflecting the question. It was not she in my thoughts when I masturbated. I quickly showered and put on my clothes that I thought made me look my best. I also used a dash of cologne, that did not go unnoticed by my mother who said smiling, as I left, "You look handsome. Alicia will like you". Alberto greeted me and ushered me to his room, closed the door and locked it and then gave me a kiss, this time on the lips. "I thought about you since the other day" he said, as he led me to the bed. "Do you want to look at the album or play likes the other day to see who holds more tickling?" He looked at me questioningly. "This time you do it to me." He took my silence for an answer and began to remove his clothes giving me time to see his beautiful naked body and incipient erection before he covered himself with the sheet. "If you want, you can also undress, I cannot see you." he said as his head disappeared under the cloth. I undressed, and I sat on the bed beside him and began to caress him as he had done to me. First with his feet and legs, then I stoked his chest and erect nipples and began to sigh. "You give up" I said. "No, please don't stop" he begged. The shape of his erect penis tented out the sheet, so I began to move the cloth so that it would caress the sensitive skin. His penis began to weep and moisten the fabric just as mine had done and I was thrilled at the sensation I knew he must experiencing. I rubbed his ears, forehead, cheeks, and then his lips with mine as I reached down with my hand to his penis. I needed to touch it, just as I had yearned for him to touch me. I wrapped my hand gently around it, and began to masturbate him slowly until he cried out. "I give up! I do not want cum!" I removed my hand as he pulled back the sheet. I could see the tip of his penis was wet, He looks at my erect penis and smiled, "You also have hair too! You lied!" I also smiled a little embarrassed. "Now my turn to tickle, lie face down" he directed, then covered me with the sheet and put his hand under it. "You too will see how you're going to pay" he said as he began to stroke my back. The feeling of his hand directly on my skin was much more exciting than through the sheet. He worked slowly down my back, and pulled my arms above my head, caressing my sides. I knew that he would go down to my groin, and I both wished and feared it. His hand played some time around my waist and then straight to the feet, tickling till I could not help laughing. Then his finger trailed up my legs and to the inside of my thighs and I opened to permit his touch. When he caressed my buttocks I wanted to protest, but the feeling was so pleasant I had no will to do it when his brushed my testicles. I had scrubbed myself very well perhaps with some unconscious premonition of what was happening. He parted my cheeks and my body jerked in a moment of panic. He withdrew his hand and kissed my soft buttocks. Then fingers touched my lips and insinuated themselves into my mouth. I let him penetrate my mouth, caressing them with my tongue, and I began to suck and cover it with saliva. Sensations crowded in and both fear and frenzy fought each other "No, no!" I protested but did not stop him as his moistened finger played on my anus gently caressing and teasing my shy recalcitrant muscle. He hushed me whispering softly in my ear, "Shhhhh , Relax. I will not hurt you". At his entreaty, I calmed myself and gave in to this strange new sensation as he continued to play on the tender entry. I drew a little gasp as he pressed into me a little then withdrew, moving his finger back to my lips to gather more lubricant, making me an accomplice in his task. The unfamiliar taste on his fingers as I sucked did not repel me but the intimacy of our acts only thrilled me more. When his finger entered me completely it did really did not hurt. I sighed as he began to slowly move it inside me and for the first time I knew the wonder that would help define me to this day. His other hand gently stroked my testicles. I lifted my rump, taking my penis off the sheet allowing him to take it in his hand while the other sought still deeper penetration. His naked body brushed my side, and his penis pressed hard on my hip as he began to kiss and nibble my neck and ear, "Ah yes!" he cooed triumphantly, "You like my finger in you, I knew you would." , cum for me my pretty boy." His finger sank deeper and deeper into me and I shot my semen violently into the palm of his hand. I closed my eyes and felt myself sinking into the bed but heard the cluck of his tongue, I knew he was licking his hand. As he withdrew his finger from my hole, I turned my head looking for his lips, and I tasted my semen on them. With one last kiss, he got up and caressed my cheek saying he was said returning right away. I now drifted into a doze but was roused by him stroking hair and, on opening my eyes, saw he had brought a tray with tea, vanilla shakes, juices, pastries, and chocolate. I politely began to eat what he had so thoughtfully offered. He asked me if I was fine, and smiled at me looked at his penis and saw it was erect. I knew I had to do something. I put down a pastry I was eating and sipped at a juice then I told him go on the bed. I took his penis with one hand while with the other stroked his testicles, and began to kiss his abdomen and finally dared to take his penis into my mouth. I devoured him with until that instant when he was to cum. I pulled my mouth away, and the first spurt of his semen hit my face, and those that followed spattered onto his chest and his belly. I licked and swallowed the semen from his body and wiped my cheek with my hand and put it to his lips. Now both us have shared our most intimate fluids. Then we ate our snack grinning at each other. I dressed, and we sat on the couch and together and watched an adventure film. I was at first annoyed when his arm over my shoulders but then caught myself and relented with a kiss. After the film he accompanied me to my house, and at the gate gave me a long kiss and caressed my hair as I shook in his arms. This time I felt no shame. I entered my home very happy. "This child is definitely in love" was the first comment of my mother. However it took some time for me to fall asleep that night. Remorse began to creep through me and I felt very bad about some things that had occurred and very confused. The kissing that I had only hours before liked so much, now repelled me for being queer. I could not make Alberto take all the blame, because I had initiated kisses too. Was it true what my mother said, that I was in love? But could a boy make me feel like this? How could this be? All I have ever known or been taught was that boys like girls. What frightened my most was the pleasure I felt when Alberto put his finger in me. Did I look like a girl? Did he like me only because he could enjoy me like a girl? I deeply hated that idea, yet it excited me so much that I masturbated imagining he made me love with his penis in me. Yet, after I came, I felt even worse than before and for a long time could not fall asleep until I vowed I would end the relationship. The next day, Alberto sought me out at school. He seemed deliriously happy, and he put one arm around my shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I pushed him away very angry and afraid that a classmate might have seen it. I told him that I would never go to his home and that I did not want to see him ever. He froze, with eyes wide open in shock and disbelief. I could not look at him a moment longer and walked swiftly away without looking back. The next day Alberto was not in school and I began to worry. When he did not appear for two more days, I was afraid something had happened to him. I asked my sister to talk to Alicia to see what was wrong. That afternoon at home she told me that Alberto was sick, and would not eat or drink but he had no fever. My mother heard this and suggested we go see him, because he was my friend. Both my sister and I went to his house with a plate of cupcakes. His mother seemed pleased to see us and took us to his room. When he saw me his eyes lit up. Together we ate the cakes and then played cards. His mother seemed very pleased that we had cheered him up. When my sister left the room to chat to Alicia, I took the opportunity to kiss him on the cheek. The next day we returned to his house and he said would go to school the next day but his mother insisted he wait till to Monday, to ensure his health was perfectly restored. Furthermore, his mother asked me to stay with him Saturday afternoon when the rest of the family was to go to see his grandparents to a nearby town. I knew this meant that we would be alone together, and what would likely happen. I wanted it now and did not care that it was queer. After lunch that day, I showered, and made myself as handsome as I could. My mother seemed a little surprised at my appearance because she knew that Alicia was not going to be with us, but she said nothing. His family had gone before I arrived but they had left prepared food for us. He told me not to worry, that he would not kiss or do anything to me, he just wanted to be my friend. Then he asked me what I wanted to play. "Tickle" I said smiling and his eyes shone. It was I who approached him this time, slowly wrapping my arms around his neck, then moved my lips to his, and kissed him. I put his arms around my waist, and I asked him to kiss me. He squeezed me hard, and with his tongue kissed we saw them do in movies. "Let's have a party" he said and closed the curtains, lit two candles, and set out chips and nuts, also brought a sweet liqueur. It was the first time I tasted alcohol, and a glass made me feel light headed. He put on some romantic music and he took me in his arms and we danced like a pair of lovers as his lips caressed my neck. This made our penises very hard and we both needed more intimate contact. "Can we play tickle dancing?" I asked. "Oh Yes!" he replied, delighted and went for a sheet while I undressed. Soon we were both naked wrapped in a single white cloth. Somehow we still needed the sheet to hide us from the world, though inside it we were naked and our bodies touched. I held the sheet around us freeing his hands to play over my whole body, arms, neck, chest, abdomen, waist, legs, buttocks, nipples, penis and testicles. I thrilled as his expert fingers roamed my body, sometimes gently and sometimes roughly, till I could stand it no more. I stopped moving and rested my head on his neck and pressed tightly against his body, "I surrender", I said, pressing my hard penis against his intending to cum but, to my surprise, he slapped me and turned me around and thrust his penis between my thighs, as he pinched my nipples nibbled my neck. "Let me cum!" I begged, as he thrust against me and then I felt his warm cum shooting between my thighs and I immediately begin to ejaculate myself. I came for the first time without being touched. We both dropped on the floor. "Lick me while I lick you" he said. "We do not want to stain." I thought I was going to dislike this but I did not. I saw it as a symbol of our love that somehow erased the sin of orgasm. We lay on the couch in each other's arms when my mother called me and told me they were going out and would get me about 11 pm so I we would still have hours to play. If she only knew the games we were playing! He suggested to play a game in which he would be a pirate and I was his prisoner. He bound my wrists together and tied them with a rope to a ceiling beam, forcing me to stand on the tip of my toes. Then he said he was going to torture me and started beating me with a toy sword toy on my back, legs, and ass that made me feel strangely excited. "Like it?" he said with a grin as he played with my erect penis. He then brought a large mirror and put it to see me naked and bound. That excited me even more, and he too was erect. Though I begged for him to let me go, he only hit me harder saying he would only release me when my penis came down, because, if it was hard, it was because I liked what I did. He also hit my inner thighs and the penis and testicles, though very gently. Even so my penis did not go down but if anything became more erect. At last he started to caress me and collect the fluid leaking from my penis and pressed it to my lips. Then he stuck a finger in the mouth, and lubricated with my saliva got me slowly in my ass, I was squirming and asking him to let go. Then he did something that no expected. He separated my buttocks with his hands and his tongue licked my hole. I found that unbelievable and started to moan with pleasure. Then he grabbed my penis said he was going to make me cum. He spread me again and with his tongue in my hole and his hands barely stroking my cock I came looking in the mirror and crying like a little girl. After cleaning my penis with his tongue, he untied me, and forced me to my knees and to suck and swallow all his semen. Exhausted but all this activity but still we still had an hour before my parent would come. We dressed and tidied the room giggling at our adventures and then spread ourselves on the couch in each other arms and watched television till we heard the sound of a car in the drive. I need your feedback, please e-mail me your commentaries to alfredo247@hotmail.com Alfredo Garcia