My Story with Richard

My name is Diego, and I'm 18 years old.
I was always a more reclusive child. I never left the house much and those few friends that I had visited me from time to time. When I was about six years old, I met a new friend named Ricardo. He was my age, blond, white skin, smooth hair... he was more relaxed than me. Had an annoying manner. Smart boy who knew the street.
He came to my house asking for mangoes. We had a huge foot in the backyard that attracted the desire of the whole neighborhood. He asked me only one but I invited him to come inside and go there and get as many from his foot as he wanted. I was very lonely and every opportunity to make friends and grabbed it.
Since I didn't know how to climb trees, he threw his sleeves at me from up there. He sucked mine down here and my own ones were on top of him. When he came downstairs all grumpy, we sat for a while and talked about toys, drawings, school (I was already in it but he wasn't)...and over time I noticed that he was lonely like myself: I was an only child and he was the youngest son of a humble family with seven children who are much older than himself. He had few friends, since the parents of some children in his neighborhood were prejudiced against allowing them to play with that little boy from such a poor family.
We didn't even see the sun go down, so he packed a bag full of magic and said good-bye... then jumped over the wall for fear my father would see him.
The other day he passed by the street and greeted me. I just said hello, and he was already leaving when I called him: (Hey! Don't you want to play with me?) (There in your house? Eh.) (But what if his father thinks badly about it?) (I ask for him and he will leave) (So he asks there first). So I went over there, called my dad at the gate, introduced the boy to him and asked whether I could let him come inside. He said (Pq no? Call him here so that he can play with you.). And from then on almost every day Ricardo came to my home and we played everything together. We even had a secret hiding place where we didn't want to be disturbed. Behind the water box that was right in the back of my house. I really loved when he went there at home. It felt good next to him like I didn't feel anywhere. When he wasn't going, I fell into depression dying from nostalgia.
Once he went on vacation, it was one of the worst times in my life I got depressed and moody and my parents didn't know what time it was.
When he came back and went into my house, I ran to open the gate and as if something was controlling me jumped in his arms and gave a strong embrace. It felt good there, touching him, having his trunk against mine, feeling its warmth, its smell ... certainly I was too innocent and naive to understand what was happening with me but only knew that it was good Fortunately I also had shame and did not show this publicly, especially before my parents.
We went straight to our traditional hiding place so that he could tell me the news. We didn't stay in our traditional positions, facing each other. I felt an uncontrollable urge to be as close to him as possible and kill my longings. I sat beside him, tightly together, rubbing his shoulder against mine. He started talking and I looked at his face, neck, chest (I was always shirtless) and almost did not pay attention to what he said. All I felt was this enormous happiness of him being back. So I laid my head on his shoulders in the most natural way in the world. He stopped talking for a second showing amazement at my attitude. But he did not react negatively. On the contrary, to my astonishment and to fire up my heart, he took hold of my hand and we stood there for quite some time holding hands, feeling each other's body and warmth without thinking about anything else.
For the next few days, it was just a regular occurrence that whenever he would come in we'd go to our corner and be glued together somehow holding hands or I could lay my head on his lap and have him caress me or sit between his legs with my back towards him and hold each other... those were really times when I felt happy like never before.
One day the inevitable happened. Already intending to reach point P of the conversation he asked me: (Diego, do you have a girlfriend?) (No.) (Have you had one?) (Neither). Paused for a while and came with the lightning shot (And boyfriend?). I froze completely. Didn't know how to answer. I was really very shy and the only thing that remained was stutter an (Not so?), placing his hand on my face coming closer to me he said (I have) Vc , a smile of happiness mixed with timidity took care of me. He approached even more and gave me a stamp. My first kiss. Then I looked deep into his eyes, grabbed him by the other hand and said: (Then I also have) (Who?) (Vc.) There was nothing to hold us. He again put his mouth on my lips and we had a long kiss. It wasn't any LORD kiss because of our age but it was open-mouthed and good. From then our relationship intensified more and more secretive as well. Even more so with time when we were actually what was happening.
So let's go back to when I was 12 years old. Up until then, I had never connected with or felt anything for anyone other than Ricardo. A long time ago, something else began exploding inside us beyond the feeling of love and affection. Something that burned within us and made our flesh feel more pleasantly touched by one another. And something underneath has also been sending signals for a long time now. Not even Richard is older than me.
Sitting one day in our usual hiding place, which was no longer as comfortable and large as it had been when we were younger, we embraced after a long kiss. He caressed my chest with his hand underneath the shirt, and I sat beside him, leaning back on his torso. My hand rested upon his right thigh and my eyes couldn't get out from over the bulge at the center of his shorts. Very ready to serve, it seemed that he had been waiting for this a long time. I looked again before he put out, passed my hand over and felt. I saw firstly that he was not wearing underwear and second that appeared to be larger than mine. He then pulled his trousers down and displayed its mast, whitish with tiny blond hair smooth at the base which needed to feel in order to be perceived, of long thin body and pink head. My emotion was great to see. I waited for this moment for a very long time without even knowing. I put my hand in and felt the warmth, and his skin was very soft and smooth but covering something pretty stiff and moist. My heart was racing and my hands were almost shaking. He got up, stood right in front of me and took off all his shorts. Since he always wore no shirt, he came out completely naked before me. By now I had a beautiful athletic body for a 12-year-old boy. And blood warmed more and more inside me.
I asked him to come closer, and I touched it again this time with a lot more desire -- palpating, smoothing, feeling good in order to find out every inch. My body then began to carry me, as if it had no control and I sucked with pleasure, twisted myself, my hands pulled him by the butt, made movements back and forth, turned his head, tongue for its head ... was wonderful.
He then took my dick out of his mouth and slowly crouched down, as I walked along with him from the groin to the neck. When he was at my level, he pulled off my shirt and passed his hand across my chest kissing it and giving me a little sucker on my nipple. He took off my shorts and laid me down. He came over me and lay down too. We started kissing again there, embracing each other, lying naked on top of one another. Our cocks rolling into one another, our flesh feeling... It was an unusual experience.
We repeat these gestures, tasting every inch of our bodies, sucking each other hard over and over again.
One day, a cousin of Ricardo went with him to the house to play with an agent. We don't know why but we decided to tell our secret to the boy who was younger than an officer. He was about 10 years old. Alone at home, sitting on the couch, I looked at Ricardo and gave a smile. Ricardo also smiled and I sat down next to him. I took his hand and he said: (Hey John, have you ever seen two men in love?) You two are seeing each other?) (We're both lovers) I replied to the boy. (And you kiss in your mouths. God!!!), Ricardo said: (We kiss on our lips, we suck each other's dicks. And then the kid asked a question that I could more than imagine would come out of it something similar. (and do you give asses for one another?) Ricardo answered (Not yet.) and time goes by but I remain the same innocent as always. I asked if it was good and he said that doesn't know but must be because has seen his sister doing as her boyfriend. The boy who had said Credo also kept getting excited about the situation and asked whether agent wanted to try do right there in front of him to see if it is true. I told that officer had to take advantage of having no one at home and Ricardo, half with a foot behind, accepted. We were already taking off our clothes and I lay down on my stomach. He did not even ask for something but told me that I should have been the first to give. I opened my ass with his hands and then Ricardo came lying on top of me. He put the little head and tried to insert it. It didn't work out. It was very painful and did not fit. Richard licked my arse with his tongue, I suckled his cock but still tightly. His cousin asked him why an agent would not pass catchup or mayonnaise for being slippery. All I found was a can of cooking oil. He opened up my neck and poured some inside. Then he started trying again. This time he managed to get in even though it hurt a bit. It wasn't pleasant to tell the truth, but then his cousin told him that he was going in and out like this. That is what he did. Actually it increased pain a little bit at first but over time the pain went away giving way to an immense pleasure. My ass started reacting and opening and closing by itself swallowing its dick and I deliriously cried. He looked as if he were about to explode crying sweating movements got faster and faster and more fun especially when my head poked right there on the bottom At one point he started groaning faster and his arms, which were resting on the floor next to my face, began trembling. Suddenly something hot started coming out of its pin in my ass. First I thought it was urine but then realized that it was creamy. And he started pumping quicker and the warm jet hit me and left a delicious sensation. When he finished I asked him what came out of his pin and he said this is bullshit. He had made fun of it. He took the pin outside and brought it up for me to see. It was still dripping a little bit, and I picked up some with my finger and put it in my mouth.
Ricardo then said that now it was my turn. I stood up and he lay down in the same position as me. He said I didn't need oil, so I obeyed. I laid on top of him and started to shove myself into his asshole. It wasn't hard at all. Then I put my penis inside his butt and began pumping but not long afterwards I felt something climbing through my spine, an unexplainable sensation which seemed like it would explode me. But it was very good, really good, and soon I could feel my penis swelling within it, I started moaning and I could hear something coming out from my penis, hot and also saw what a joy this was. Something unbelievable.
Just as I had done, Ricardo wiped away the last bit of mockery that was left on my pinto.
The two of us there, naked and cuddled after my first ejaculation and seeing his cousin in a hard-on but not assuming he was aroused giving indirect criticism to us we made him promise that he wouldn't tell anyone and until today is the only person who knows our secret.
Well, that's all for today.
A hug .