A Sweet and Unexpected Reunion

During my teenage years, in what is now the equivalent of high school, I enjoyed some precious friendships that you wish would never end or be lost to time; so it was me and William and Celso always together enjoying every moment with laughter, laughing and even natural worries for our age. In an era when sexuality was still treated as a taboo to avoid in parent-child conversations, no matter how much intimacy we enjoyed within the family, He was indeed endowed with a quite special and intriguing beauty; his vivid blue eyes and platinum-colored hair gave him an air of docility and somewhat excitement, attributes that brought him closer to the younger classmates, making him a sort of confidant for their anxieties and expectations. Although this might seem natural (to me at least), he was viewed with certain reservations and even some criticism by most members of our community. It was William who once confided in me about Celsus' sexuality. "He prefers boys to girls, you see?" he said privately on one occasion; that news did not cause negative impacts for me because I had always been brought up without any form of prejudice but also caused a certain unexplained attraction for my friend which I tried to keep secret so it would not be misinterpreted by him. Meanwhile there came a moment when this surfaced in an overwhelming and unforeseen way. It was a Friday afternoon when we gathered at my house to finish some schoolwork; my mother prepared lunch for us and spent time flirting with Celso whom she found charming, then left. Because of the various parallel papoose we ended up lingering longer than expected and soon night fell bringing with it a certain winter rigidity. "Auntie, can I sleep here?" asked Celso my mom as William tried to get me to leave. My mother argued that he would be happy but expressed her concern about Celso's parents who should have been informed. - Aunt, you have no problem! <unk> Guilherme intervened with his characteristic assertive tone <unk> His mother works at night ..., and he has no father. My mother and I were struck by William's coolness in revealing the family life of Celsus, who in turn lowered his head to hide tears that kept digging into his eyes. After the initial discomfort we agreed that Celso would sleep at our house while William said goodbye to us. "She looks after him well, you see? We enjoyed a family dinner with me and Celso helping my mother in the kitchen, which she took as an opportunity to show off her homemaking and cooking skills. After supper we watched some television and played cards and dominoes; as usual, my father arrived quite late and was also enraptured by my friend's affectionate mannerisms. Because of our space constraints, my mom put a mattress and bedsheets beside my bed so that Celso could sleep. And even after my parents had gone home, he and I were still sitting around talking about life. I found that he had an enormous affection for his mother, just as he said not knowing who his father was didn't bother him. When we went into the room he, without ceremony, began to undress stating that he had a habit of sleeping naked. "You don't mind about it do you?" he asked in an angry tone; I replied that there was no problem with this. Seeing him nude, I experienced a strange and also exciting sensation; Celso had very white skin showing a belly which did not have hair and a small delicate limb. To my curiosity, he explained that he acquired the habit of shaving his hairs because they bothered him and also found them unhygienic. It was a rather curious scene with him naked lying on the mattress and me in my underwear talking to each other quite naturally, as if his nudity wasn't something that bothered us. And when our conversation took a more provocative turn he stared into my eyes and asked a shocking question: "Can I kiss you? Although that was not my first kiss, I can't deny it was one of the best I have ever had. Especially as his tongue struggled with mine while our hands began to wander over each other's bodies in abusive and very intimate touches; at the moment when our limbs rubbed together we both interrupted the kiss for a whimper almost simultaneously and in response I caressed and squeezed her rollicking buttocks prolonging the moans even more. Soon he lowered his hand down onto my stick holding it firmly, giving me light grips which made an enormous impact on me. "Can I give him a little blow job?" he asked whispering in my ear as I masturbated. Taken by the excitement of the moment, I quietly stood upside down while Celsus rested his head on my stomach; he continued to masturbate at the same time as licking the glans causing successive shivers in my body. As I felt him flapping his limb I experienced a delightful sensation that I did not know how to explain; only much later was I able to describe this feeling as the same one you have when penetrating a hot and moist vagina where movements go back and forth with your head and also with your mouth. It was something really ecstatic and I didn't want it to end. Suddenly a ranger of boards coming from the corridor made Celsus react by leaping out of my bed onto the mattress and covering himself with his sheet while I did likewise; I pretended to be asleep when the bedroom door opened, and for some reason suspected that it was my grandmother whose exceptional hearing must have detected something. With a feline agility, he jumped back into my bed lying down in such a way that my stiff member was within reach of his mouth offering me in exchange for its rolling buttocks. "If you've ever fingered an ass and want to do it on mine, okay? But be affectionate!" With my member enveloped by Celso's warm, limp mouth I began to caress his buttocks wasting no time in pressing the little button hidden between them until I was able to insert part of my middle finger hearing a small whimper of pleasure babbling through licking and sucking on my limb. Celsus rolled his lovely bundle, proving that my fingers gave him great pleasure. I tried to warn Celso of the coming enjoyment by waiting for him to take out a member from his mouth; but it was not surprising when he stepped up his sucking and made clear his intention of receiving my enjoyment in his mouth: this is what happened as I felt my muscles contract involuntarily while an hallucinatory spasm shook my body until its climax erupted into a voluminous enjoyment which Cells took upon himself to contain within his mouth. Patiently he waited until the last estertor of the pulsating limb and only then did he wait for it to wither in his mouth trickling out; full of himself he turned toward me opening his mouth and displaying the whitish mass that rested within him before swallowing it up with smiles. "Would you kiss me now so I could taste your cock?" he asked provocatively. Rather than respond, I preferred to react by holding her head from behind my neck and tugging at it till our lips met in a long delicious saliva-flavoured kiss mixed with the bitterness of my semen. Feeling satisfied, Celso returned to the mattress soon falling asleep and leaving me there recalling a sweet experience and unexpected pleasure. The next day, although we didn't say anything to each other our looks and laughter and smiles said everything and a little more. Celso spent the Saturday at our house and by late afternoon announced that he had to leave; my mother insisted on him staying but he thanked her and declined with his characteristic affection. I took him to the bus stop and waited until he boarded and disappeared into the collective. From that day forward, me and Celso became very intimate taking every opportunity for us to hide exchanging kisses and caresses. At the same time, I didn't miss a chance to kiss and caress Carla, my girlfriend at that time whose beauty and restrained sensuality were unsettling and eloquent. Celso knew about my relationship with her but said he did not feel jealous stating that it was okay for him to share me. Everything seemed like the best of both worlds until an event changed the course of our relationship. Everything was very hectic and caught everyone by surprise; we were at the end of another day's schooling, and Celso, Guilherme and I were on our way to the exit gate when Virgilio - a notorious bully in the school - called us. "Look there, the whore's daughter!" he said with an emphatic tone and full of irony addressing Celsus. Celsus's face was transfigured, and I saw an expression of pure hatred and unbridled fury arise; I tried to avoid the worst but William stopped me. "Leave him alone... he knows how to defend himself!" warned William as Celsus charged at the bully. Until then I had not known that almost animal-like side of my friend who leapt upon Virgil beating him with swiftness and near fatal efficiency: in a few minutes he lay on the pavement with one swollen eye and his mouth bleeding. When school staff accompanied by the coordinator arrived, they didn't have much to do; Virgílio was taken to the infirmary and Celso to the Board of Directors; Carla and I mentioned going with him but again Guilherme stopped us. "Leave him alone! The kid knows how to take care of himself ..., I will tell his mother ... and you go home!" he said in an authoritarian tone; it was the last time we saw Celsus..., days later he left school and disappeared from our lives. The years passed and with them life took its course; I graduated as an engineer, and after the internship went to work with a friend from school who had started in civil construction. We began small and with few expectations but soon managed to build up a reputation and make good business deals. One day my partner came into his office saying that he needed me to go down to the site of our most ambitious project because their new architect was being sent there by the builder's associate. Unable to hide my irritation, I responded by grabbing my jacket and briefcase; as we drove towards the construction site, I thought about how annoying it would be for me because architects are a rare species full of unpleasant idiosyncrasies who were always ready to criticize any change in their original design. They looked more like creatures subject to the malice of us clumsy engineers. As soon as I arrived on the scene and encountered this architect, I had an inexplicable feeling of déjà vu; I looked at that slender-bodied fellow crammed into a designer suit with subtle superior air staring me down with his deep blue eyes and felt a shiver running through my skin. "Celso? Is it you?" "Hello, darling! Yes!... it's me!" he replied in an almost euphoric tone as he walked towards me and embraced me. Immediately, we engaged in a conversation so entertaining and full of questions and answers that the professional commitment lost its raison d'être; and when I realized it was me, we were at a coffee shop located nearby exchanging life experiences and killing the nostalgia for a friendship beyond special. After some time and without my touching on this subject, he told me that after the trouble with Virgílio at school his mother decided to get him out just as she had also decided to move away from there; they went inside where they settled down with a new and hopeful life. Without my asking, he also told me that his mother as an excellent real estate agent was always viewed with reservations by the puritans on duty becoming a constant target of malicious gossip and scathing criticism, another reason for them to move far away. "But you know what? I never forgot about you! You've always been my fat guy!" -I've never forgotten you either! <unk> I amended losing the fear of appearing vulgar <unk> That night still remains in my memory ..., it was something special! Suddenly, we found ourselves entangled in a frenzy of voluptuous desire that drew us to an unknown pathway and as coveted as the apple from paradise; I wanted to take him anywhere where we could extravagate all the excitement vibrating like electricity at our closeness and also at our unexpected reunion. "Can you give me a kiss?" he asked anxiously when we got into my car. So we went on the hunt for a nearby motel or hotel and ended up finding something half decadent and half vulgar, but which served our purpose very well to satisfy a desire that burned as fiercely as a flame in our exasperated souls filled with an atrocious anxiety. Inside the room with its wooden floor and aged furniture, we held each other in endless kisses and caresses before we had time to undress; Celso disengaged himself from me and after taking a deep breath began removing my clothes and as soon as he was done let me return the gesture. I looked at that smooth target chest and after stroking it all over stopped my attention on her hard nipples which were soon being savored by my greedy mouth; Celsus would stroke my hair and after awhile lower his hand until she could strap onto my laughing and throbbing limb. I went to bed and he came over me rubbing his little member on mine until it crept in such a way that his mouth had my member within reach just as yours was also available for mine; we started at half-past nine with licking and sucking now hurriedly, then diligently always seeking to enjoy the most awakened feeling and long awaited. Soon afterwards, we got into conch shell with Celso rubbing her buttocks on my belly, taking care to open up her legs slightly while I drooled out her tears listening to her uncontrollable groans. My first stroke caused the glans to break through its folds, lacing up the hole and causing a whimper in Celsus who seemed very fond of seeing himself penetrated; I proceeded gradually always with small intervals so that the seal would become accustomed to my rough rigidity and when at last I came to an end, a long sigh from Celus attested to the pleasure we both felt. And the copulation took a course of increasing intensity that left us in a state of frenzied ecstasy with groans, passionate murmurs and phrases devoid of vulgarity testifying that our encounter stood on an unbridled passion. And when my joy burst forth without warning, Celso celebrated with subtle shrieks and loving words. We remained engaged while my member cooled stubbornly to drain out of my partner; I stepped back a little bit to savor the scene of my semen spilling from the anal seal that even slightly more laced flickered at my partner's contractions. For some time we were embracing each other in kisses and caresses and time seemed irrelevant inside this room where all that mattered was the complicity we enjoyed between smiles and sweet conversations. We took a relaxing bath where I felt the need to repay him for all his wakefulness by getting down on my knees and taking his little member in my mouth until he also climaxed flooding my throat with his warm, slimy semen that I made sure to show him before swallowing. On the way back to work where Celso had left his car, we didn't have any more in-depth conversations, preferring to remain on the surface of an encounter that was great but which did not indicate a possibility of happening again. We kissed several times while still inside my car with little concern for the lascivious and curious looks from the workers who were still there. "I don't know if I will see you next time", he confessed before stepping out. As a matter of fact, we never met again and Celso made sure to keep our professional relationship at arm's length as if he feared something I also dreaded: the possibility that this sweet unexpected reunion would take on contours for which we were not prepared.