Part Three

We decided that after the beach we would go to the swimming pool, as there was so long before dinner, but when we got back my mother said Miguel had to go home as his parents were waiting.

When he'd left she explained that his grandmother's health had got worse and they feared the worst. His parents were to return to the city, but they'd agreed that he'd better stay with us that night. She thought he might sleep in my room, as we'd become such good friends, but if I preferred he could use the guest-room. I feigned indifference, and said I didn't mind sharing.

Of course I didn't mind! Miguel was going to spend the night in my house, in my room. I was impatient and nervous until his parents brought him round, quite late in the afternoon. As the adults said good-bye, he and I took his overnight bag up to my, and we were back in the garden just in time to see his parents off.

We played and talked about all the things that interest boys of his age: hobbies, sports, football teams. He was bubbling over with energy, trying to get the better of me as we horsed about - no doubt putting on a show because he was younger - but always happy and very friendly.

After eating, while we watched some dumb TV show. I began to feel a pleasant tingling on the back of my nape and, turning round, saw that a smiling Miguel was stroking it with his finger, making me tingle. If you asked me now to define pleasure, I'd say it was that feeling which made me shiver from head to toe as if electrified. I've never felt anything like it again. It communicated everything: love, care, friendship, sympathy, togetherness. It lasted about a minute, until I realised my mother was watching us with a look of surprise. Suddenly terrified, I brushed his hand away with my head, and the look of hurt on his face still fills me with reproach whenever I recall it.

I was angry at my cowardice. But then I realised that we were both tired after a hectic day, and Miguel wanted to got to sleep (sleep was the last thing on MY mind!). I made a show of yawning and said goodnight to my parents, saying I was tired and was going to bed. I waited a few agonising moments, and was relieved to hear him say he was also tired and would go to bed too.

We went up to our room, in the attic and far enough away from my parents' room. I was nervous, convinced that something was going to happen but not sure what. As soon as we were inside I shut the door and already my erection was starting. I showed Miguel which was his bed, and he sat there while I took off my shirt and shorts, keeping on my briefs. Miguel didn't take his gaze of my bulge for an instant.
I stretched out on my bed and apologised for brushing his hand away before, and told him that my mother had been watching us. His eyes lit up when he heard this and he said he'd assumed I didn't like what he'd done.

As we talked about the events of the day, he came and stood by my bed and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. He unbuttoned his shorts, undid the fly and let them drop to the floor leaving him just in his briefs. I was enthralled by this little striptease for me.

I feasted my eyes on his perfect body - quite the young athlete - and the contrast between his sun-bronzed skin and the perfectly white briefs. He picked his clothes off the floor and put them on a chair at the far end of the room. It seemed that the show was over but I was wrong because he returned to me, stroked my face with his hand, and with that devious smile on his lips he began to lower his briefs, all the time looking me in the eyes. My gaze inevitably travelled down to his semi-erect penis, which I now saw in all its glory for the first time.

I couldn't wait any more! I stood up and looked straight into his green eyes and, pulling his body towards mine, embraced him powerfully. I felt his erection push against my knickers, while my left hand caressed his neck as he had done to me earlier. We stood trembling with emotion, me feeling the warmth of his cheek on mine, the softness of his body, our hearts pounding in our chests, the pressing of our erections separated only by the thin cotton of my briefs.

He put out his arm and started to fondle the bulge standing out in my underwear, and slid his fingers (they felt so hot), running his fingers through my pubic hair before playing with my penis, which caused me a little gasp of pleasure. It was the first time he'd touched me, and the sensations just got better and better. I shyly sought his dick, hot and so smooth, and his testicles - hard and curiously symmetrical.

We were both breathing hard. When he bent to finish taking my knickers off our lips touched accidentally. We embraced, pressing our legs together and increasing the pressure on our hot dicks. I sought his lips with mine, noting his were curled with the beginnings of a smile.

I took his hand and led him to his bed. He lay on his back, and without a second thought I lay on top of him. We thrust our hips, rubbing our penises against each other as we kissed. My hands roamed over his hair, his cheeks, his ears and his soft neck, glistening with a thin layer of sweat. Once, when we sighed at the same moment, we accidentally touched tongues, causing a tremendous thrill. I cautiously tried to repeat it, and soon we were exploring each other's mouths that way and totally absorbed in this new pleasure.

After a few minutes of absolute heaven we speeded up our movements, causing Miguel to give a louder moan and, with a series of little spasms he ejaculated over me. I held him tightly and after a few more thrusts against his wet penis I experienced the most intense orgasm, and ejaculated onto him.

We rested together in the same position, and while I kissed his neck he told me that it was the first time he had ejaculated, and although he'd heard about it he'd never thought it would be so pleasurable, and that he was happy that the first time had been with me, because he loved me. With tears in my eyes I replied

"I love you too, Miguel."

We kissed some more, until we fell asleep in the most perfect happiness.

We were woken by a knock at the door as my mother came to get us up. Unfortunately we couldn't shower together, because my mother was in the passageway by the bathroom.

His parents had come to take him back to the city, because his grandmother was still very ill.

They left after breakfast and I wasn't able to say goodbye to Miguel in private, or tell him all the things I wanted to say, or even kiss him again. I was overwhelmed by a sadness that lasted the rest of the summer. I would have been even more unhappy had I known it would be nearly two years before I saw him again, when I met him by chance in the city. But that is another story…

The end.

PS: "Miguel:" if some day you read this story, I want you to know that I have never forgotten you.

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