Calentura adolescente, gay, 2da Parte

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The final I also ended up being a bit of a jerk, right? That had been the simple question and I couldn't help but tell him the truth: yes. At least that's what I felt at that moment. When he heard my response, he fell silent, looking at the ceiling, thoughtful.

– And how can you be just a little jerked off? –he wondered then.

– Mmmm... I don't know. It turns out you're jerked off straight up.

– That's a problem...

– Why?

Gustavo looked back at the ceiling and let out a deep sigh.

– It doesn't matter to me, but my old man will kill me first and then die... How did you handle your old lady?

– My old lady?... Nothing... We never talked about it. That's my business, not hers.

– But they must have had some kind of fight...

– We're not fighting. We don't give a damn about each other anymore. I think it was always like that.

– Don't lie! It can't be. They must have gotten along sometimes.

– I don't remember. She's always been very uptight. Gives more attention to the pastor than to me.

– What pastor?

– The one from church. A jerk who can't say anything unless he reads it in his Bible and thinks he has an answer for everything.

– But she knows you're a jerk...

– I don't know! She'll...

Suddenly, without any reason, he rolled over onto his side, facing me, pressed himself against my body, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. It felt nice, very nice. For a moment, I had the feeling it would keep going, but it didn't.

– Tell your old lady... –I warned him.

Gustavo hugged me tightly and buried his face in my chest.

– Noooo! My old lady will cry and never stop.

– No, you idiot, tell her you're staying overnight.

It was very funny, and after we laughed for a bit, he himself gave me a kiss and started getting dressed to go downstairs and call. Very reluctantly, I did the same and we went down together. Before leaving the room, I reminded him not to mention the fight with Araujo at all. That was something I preferred to keep away from my puritan mother's consideration.

– Then we'd have to make something with that gauze. Small great detail. I had forgotten the wound. To make the dressings, the nurse had shaved a small area of scalp on the back of my head, but she had done it with great skill and, with necessary care, Gustavo could arrange the hairs to cover the lamp. When we reached the end of the stairs, my old lady was coming out of the kitchen with a cloth in her hands and, seeing Gustavo, she froze. - I didn't know you had visitors. - she said. - This is Gustavo and he's going to sleep. My old lady put on a more serious face than usual but didn't say anything. At least not in front of Gustavo. I indicated to him where the living room phone was (since those times we still used landline phones) and, while making the call, I rushed to the kitchen driven by my old lady's inquisitorial gaze. - You could have warned me he was coming. - she reproached me with a contained voice - I'll have to make more cutlets. The ones I made won't be enough. - They're just about enough. We're not starving. - But this boy's family... Like it was frequent in her, she didn't finish the sentence. Although it was clear to me what she was trying to say. - The family has no drama. - I ventured to anticipate - And they don't go to church. Don't be ridiculous! - You're so impolite. You don't need to answer me like that. Besides, that wasn't what she was going to say... - Ah, no? Then what? - Nothing! You can't talk to me. That was the phrase that usually ended our verbal exchanges. Just then Gustavo entered from the living room with confirmation that his mother gave permission but would call in a few minutes to speak with my old lady... There was a certain fear in the poor guy's expression. I looked at her fixedly and, without saying a word, let her know it wasn't time for complaints. She understood perfectly. Seconds later, the phone rang. My old lady looked at me with annoyance and went to answer the call. Gustavo and I stayed in the kitchen eating cookies. He seemed worried about my mother's face and I, to lighten the situation, lifted his burden. That's my style. Between giggles and caresses, we listened to my old lady saying there were no problems and that I could call as many times as I wanted and it wasn't a bother... Anyone who didn't know her and heard her at that moment would have said she was the sweetest mother. After the call, my old lady went back to the cutlets and we went to the living room to watch TV.

The dinner was relaxed. The Simpsons show on TV is always a good option and usually keeps Doña Helena quiet. Although not so quiet if you consider the snorts and unintelligible murmurs. Later came the time for my old lady's prayers and her daily retreat to her chambers, where she would pamper herself stupidly to get into bed and take the pill that would let her sleep all night without interruptions.

Before retiring, she appeared with a set of clean sheets and a blanket.

Take the mattress from your uncle's room... she said, with some reluctance, as if she were summoning a ghost.

It's not necessary, I replied. We can fit in my bed. It's quite large...

I don't think so...

I'll sleep on a sofa, Gustavo tried to intervene, sensing the bad mood between my old lady and me.

How are you going to sleep on a sofa? we both said almost in unison.

I continued:

There's plenty of room in my bed. And if we're uncomfortable, we can look for the mattress from the other room.

It doesn't seem right for two boys to..., he searched for the right words...

sleep so... close. You know what the pastor says about those things.

I think mentioning the pastor made me blush. At least it was the immediate sensation I had before repressing a curse.

I don't care what that guy says!

It's not right!

Who... Does it say? – The moral rules! – I don't have the pleasure of knowing them... – If you would listen to me when I speak... – It's not worth it... You can't talk with me... And said this, with one hand I took the bedclothes that she was holding in her arms and with the other I took Gustavo and both of us returned to the living room to continue watching TV. My old lady stayed alone in the kitchen, grumbling and begging the Lord to have mercy on my soul and those things that come out of her mouth as a hollow prayer rather than a true desire. Gustavo obviously didn't know what to do and just let himself be guided. The poor guy wasn't used to this kind of scene but he would soon toughen up and learn what not to do to ruin a family. For that, my old lady and I have always been excellent teachers. In the living room, we turned off the lights and lay down on the sofa. The Simpsons program on FOX was still going on. Of course, we didn't watch much. My hands were slipping under her clothes and he tried to resist without too much enthusiasm. When we heard my old lady's footsteps heading towards her room, he nervously moved away but as everything fell silent again, he relaxed and even gave me permission to kiss him. It was a surprising kiss, out of nowhere. He had leaned back on one arm of the sofa and I had lain down on his body. I didn't have an erection yet but I could already feel the tension in my groin. His skin was very warm and when I slid my hand under his sweater, I could clearly feel it getting erect. When I reached his nipples, they were hard like seeds. He stayed quiet as if nothing was happening and I snuggled up tightly, as if seeking warmth. On the screen, the mouse was opening the skull of the slut with a bloody axe and on the sofa, Gustavo inexplicably turned his head and after looking at me with an expression that I still can't decipher, he stretched out his lips and brushed mine so delicately that... body remained paralyzed waiting for more. He knew how to interpret my quietness. With the difficulty inherent in the position, he turned entirely towards me, took my cheeks with one of his hands and kissed me again, but this time with more firmness, parting his lips and transmitting all the heat emanating from his desires. When I could react, I hugged him tightly and returned the passionate kiss. Our tongues rubbed against each other, caressed, and intertwined. Our hands wandered over our bodies with anxiety. Of course, erections appeared... although passion focused on our mouths and neither of us intended to distract it. The end of the scene would be provoked simply by the law of gravity: in an involuntary movement, Gustavo lost his balance and fell to the floor without me being able to react in time to stop him. Amidst the laughter and without either of us expecting it, the phone rang. I let myself fall onto Gustavo and we gave a few turns on the floor while the persistent ringing continued.

– Aren't you going to answer? – he asked.

I hesitated for a few seconds...

– Yes... it could be your mom...

And with that idea, I got up and lifted the receiver. It wasn't Gustavo's mother. To my great surprise, it was nothing more and nothing less than Franco, the French guy. His voice was unmistakable. Imagine everything he says with a charming and funny French accent.

– Allô, Ezequiel?

– Hi, Franco, what's up? – I replied while signaling to Gustavo to pay attention.

– A bit worried since I found out about your fight this afternoon at the gym...

– It was nothing. Don't worry.

– But are you okay? They said they had to take you to the hospital.

– Mmm... yes, but it was just a little cut. Araujo's was more serious.

Franco remained silent, unsure of how to continue.

– And does it hurt?

– No! I already told you it was nothing. I'm perfect now.

– Bon... I wanted to thank you...

Gustavo There had been a moment when he had come up to me, hugging me from behind and pressing his hard cock between my buttocks, and by adding his cheek to mine, listening to what Franco was saying to me.

– Why should I thank you?

– Bon... According to them, the argument was because of me... Is it true?

– Forget about it. The argument was because of that idiot Araujo who can't keep his mouth shut.

– Even so, I'll thank you... And I would have liked to come see you but I didn't dare...

At that moment, Gustavo felt like laughing and had to move away a bit so Franco wouldn't hear his stifled giggles. However, his caution was unsuccessful.

– Are you alone? – the French guy asked.

– Ehhhh... No. I'm with a friend who came over to spend the night at my place.

New silence.

– Yes... Maybe I should have done that... Even though you say so, I suppose it must hurt you...

– Don't make a drama out of this! – I tried to calm him down.

But Gustavo was making desperate signs for me to change the subject while stifling his laughter. Tell him it hurts and he needs cuddles, he whispered to me, laughing. I didn't feel like changing my attitude so drastically but I did what I could:

– There's no problem... Although if you want...

It was seconds of intense suspense. The images of Gustavo and Franco reclining on my bed burned my head and the heat took away my breath completely.

– Domage... My parents have left and I'm in charge of my little sister... I can't leave her alone... Maybe if I had called you before... What an idiot I am!

I thought to myself that yes, I had been very stupid, and Gustavo grabbed my bag, fell onto the couch, and pulled me with him, nodding his head dead from laughter.

– Well... It's not so terrible. You can come tomorrow or whenever you want...

The rest of the conversation wasn't relevant: just a few polite phrases and a long goodbye that, on Franco's part, lacked conviction and on mine, was an attempt to get away while silently struggling with Gustavo's constant groping.

– Then we'll see each other tomorrow at school. - Franco said finally.

- I don't think I'm going to school tomorrow. - I replied - But come home whenever you want. I'll be waiting...

And that was the end of the call.

I hung up the receiver and collapsed onto the sofa with the widest smile I've ever had on my lips.

- You've got it in a plate, buddy! - Gustavo shouted without realizing my old lady could hear him - Oops... Sorry!

- Is that okay?

- Of course, buddy! - he assured, lowering his voice but emphasizing - Tomorrow you'll get it!

The idea was marvelous and apparently my face lit up so much that Gustavo could even read my thoughts.

You can tell he's got a crush on someone...

- Unless you're willing.

- What are you willing to do?

- Are you going to give me the ass? Don't even dream about it!

- See? Then I'll have to debut with him.

- Debut? Are you going to say you've never put it on anyone else?

- Exactly... And you could be sympathetic...

- Jajajaja. Never! You're still not going to give me your ass and now you're going to give up the butt? Are you crazy?

- I had to try, jajaja.

- You're lucky either way. Tomorrow is the day. How I wish I were here to see them together in bed! Jajajajaja...

- What a masturbator you are! - I joked, although not that much - But don't even think about staying. Let's see if he gets scared and thinks we want to rape him...

- And do we?

I looked at him faking surprise...

- Are you the same one who today couldn't even take off his clothes?

The response was immediate, whispered in my ear and accompanied by a strong hug.

- Noooo! I'm hotter than ever now...

Leaving words aside, we went back to kissing while FOX started a movie. After some fooling around, we returned to reality and with just one look, we knew what we had to do.

- Let's go up to your bed... - Gustavo proposed.

And I agreed.

We went up hand in hand and on the first landing of the stairs, we went back to eating each other. Mouths like it was our life depended on it. Gustavo's erection was at its peak. The glans was escaping over the edge of his pants and, amidst the rustling and sliding of the fabrics, had moistened my belly. I noticed it instantly and it only made me hotter. Desperate, we climbed the rest of the stairs and once in the room, Gustavo pinned me against the door. His hands were pure frenzy. Some active neuron in my brain had the strength to question his heterosexuality again, just as he himself had done before going down, but the others wisely declared a general strike and put my whole body at the mercy of desire, which was what mattered most at that moment. Leaning against the door, I crossed both arms behind his neck and literally hung from his neck, lifting my legs like clamps around his waist. Immediately, as if it had been a choreographed routine long rehearsed, his hands held me by the buttocks and his erection manifested through his pants, leaving the glans wet just at the entrance of my anus. Sometimes, anxiety can be more efficient than experience. At this contact, Gustavo was overwhelmed with pleasant sensations that translated into a deep and sonorous sigh as he unconsciously clenched his jaws and bit my lower lip with force. The bite was fierce and painful but couldn't overcome my excitement. He could perceive the acidic syrup of my blood between his lips but wasn't aware of what had happened until it was all over. He only limited himself (and in an act foreign to his will) to suck up the abundant liquid, perhaps his own saliva that worked as a balm. The case was that neither of us gave any importance to the fact. We were so excited that, with that skill that only unbridled passion allows, my jogging pants slid off (or Gustavo did) sliding or I slid it sliding) until my ass was skin to skin with his cock. Without knowing how, my sneakers had fallen to the floor and my feet had anchored themselves to Gustavo's belt in such a way that they allowed me a slightly pendular movement. Gustavo's cock was almost freed from its oppressive mesh and between oscillation and oscillation, the fat and pulsating head ended up burying itself in my ass with such precision that it wasn't necessary to guide it. A tremendous wave of heat ran from head to toe and I let out a desperate cry of joy in Gustavo's throat, camouflaging it as a kiss. Gustavo's fingers dug into my buttocks and his whole body started trembling like a leaf but without losing stability. On the contrary, his legs planted firmly and his arms lifted me up conveniently for another surge that ended up burying his cock deep inside. His wild pubis cradled my perineum and my entire being was stuck there, enshrined in the greatest joy. For an instant, I had the sensation that nothing could be more pleasurable than that. But Gustavo's fertile heat would almost immediately demonstrate to me that I was wrong. Without calculations or speculations, he turned his body so that he ended up with his back against the wall and I astride his pelvis, still buried in his cock hard. The maneuver was about to make us fall to the floor but he managed to maintain his balance. From then on, while our mouths continued to devour each other and nibble, his pelvis took care of giving me proof that there are no limits in sex. I never found out where he got the strength to hold me in that position the way he was doing it. His hips were bouncing frenetically and the cock was burying itself with total naturalness all the way to the bottom of my intestines. Again and again. My body jumped at each thrust and his iron arms held me up as if my desire was just a feather. clarity and assuming that fatigue could ruin the good ending of the experience, I suggested we lie down in bed and he accepted. Without taking off my cock from his ass, he walked with me on his back and together we fell onto the mattress. The elastic creaked and our bodies bounced, but my legs were still clinging to Gustavo's waist and his hands were embedded in my flesh. And of course, his cock continued ceaselessly like a piston. As I could, I managed to undress him from the waist up and did the same with myself. He persisted in his penetration, with his face illuminated by fullness. Suddenly, he started murmuring something like 'I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy' and gradually the ferocity of his movements subsided. It was the moment when I took advantage to induce him to lie down. When the cock was free, he could recover full use of speech: – This is a lot but much more than what I expected! – he said in a thin voice – I want to fuck you until my cock breaks. The sentence seemed very funny and I didn't even notice the vulgarity he had just said after being so romantic and tender. Perhaps because the idea also excited me. Without saying more, we finished undressing and I sat on his cock to continue with our thing. My legs were used to sitting and weren't an obstacle to continuing the game. However, Gustavo's heat was overflowing and he needed to release all his strength. With a force that I wouldn't have suspected despite his powerful arms, he took me by the waist and lifted me up in the air like a doll, let me fall onto my back beside him and with one leap jumped on top of me. His mouth started kissing my neck and shoulders while guiding his cock between my buttocks with one hand. He penetrated me to the bottom again but this time the movements were a little less frantic. There was no doubt that fatigue was doing its thing. I decided that it was my moment to take the reins of the matter. Supporting myself on my knees, I lifted my body with his on top and positioned myself on all fours. Thus, I recovered contact with my cock, which was as hard as Gustavo's and also needed attention. He took me by the hips and started moving again when I ordered him Don't move. He obeyed immediately, and then I began to move. In a circular motion, my hips rubbed against Gustavo's pubis while forcing his cock inside me to describe an invisible but pleasant circle. Sometimes I also moved forward and backward or up and down, regulating the rhythms and times, enjoying every centimeter that circulated, entered, or exited. And meanwhile, I was pleasuring myself with one hand and caressing his body with the other. Little by little, we were getting closer to climax.

If you keep moving like that, you're going to flood me with cum...

Gustavo had said it as if he'd thought it... I felt the same...

Then give it to me hard... I suggested, and I rolled onto my back for the final penetration.

Your desire is an order...

His hands grasped my body by the ankles and positioned my ass just above his pelvis. He pushed into me with force again and again. With the same intensity with which he'd done it at first against the door. But this time, the penetration was much deeper and more pleasant. My whole body shook with each push, and he groaned in rhythm, getting closer and closer to the great eruption. My sphincter was so dilated by then that the cock entered and exited without any difficulty. Dilated but hypersensitive. So much so that when the rubbing of his pubic hair became more intense, a heat invaded me from my testicles and I ejaculated with such vigor that the first jet of semen, in its descent, fell onto Gustavo's nose. Then came four or five others equally potent while Gustavo gave it to me even harder and my legs were... They were arching in the air, searching for an impossible way to make their penetration deeper. His cum was also torrential. I could feel inside me the extreme tension of his member and, feeling that ejaculation was uncontrollable, he pulled it out immediately, threw himself on my chest, and lifted my head. Instinctively, I opened my mouth and he pushed his cock into my throat. I don't know if I choked from that or from the amount of cum he launched inside me when he couldn't control it anymore.

After so much energy was spent, we lay next to each other on the bed, with only the white ceiling visible. Gustavo's hand took mine gently and suddenly his whole body fell over me...

What a way to fuck, buddy! he screamed without restraint. I think I've become addicted.

Does that mean you'll catch me again when you're hard?

Excuse me? Who said it was over? He stood up, putting his knees on either side of my hips and proudly showing me that his cock was still as hard as when it was inside my flesh. And to leave no doubt, he put me with my ass in the air and went back inside. But only a couple of times. Exhaustion won out over his ego and he ended up collapsing beside me again.

I admit I have more energy in my cock than in my legs...

We spent a long time naked on the bed, laughing and joking, touching and kissing each other. Almost at midnight, after catching it for the second time with the same intensity as the first, the need to recharge our energies became overwhelming. I put on some pants thinking of going down to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink, but when I headed towards the door of the room, I was surprised:

Damn... had we left the door open?

In reality, it was only slightly ajar, but the surprise that Gustavo gave me as soon as we entered the room necessarily had to have closed it. Gustavo was so exhausted he couldn't... He could have responded. I was left with a doubt but my stomach immediately reminded me why I had dressed up.