Paolo

Paolo - Part 1 (My Friend's Love Story) by: mikejuha Call me Henry, married to Ethel, a woman six years older than me. There was no question that I love Ethel so much in spite of our age gap. Since I married her, she has been my inspiration, my source of strength, and the very reason why I strive so hard in life. I was twenty-nine when I married Ethel. In spite of her age, she looked younger. She was very conscious of her body, of how she looked, and of what she ate. It was the reason why I was so attracted to her. She was not just beautiful; she was gorgeous. The other thing with Ethel was that she was a single mom. At the age of 16, she fell in love with a guy she thought was free. It was too late when she realized she was fooled. She was already pregnant. So with the help of her parents, she reared up her kid alone. Her boyfriend never showed up nor took interest of the child. She later learned that the guy and his whole family had immigrated to another country for good, leaving her and her kid behind. This kid was Paulo. He was 18 when I met him. He was tall at 5 feet and 10 inches, fair complexioned, clean-shaven, sported an earring in his right ear, and in an excellent body built. He looked just like one of those guys in a sexy all-male group model. Actually, he was already a friend before I met his mom. Paulo used to do workout sessions in the same gym where I worked as an instructor. It’s where our friendship started. Later on, we became close to each other like real brothers. I was his Kuya. Aside from our workouts together, we would go barhopping, malling, even watch movies on our free times. He confessed that he longed so much for the love of a father; someone he would look up to for support, for understanding, for comfort, even just for companionship. There was a time when the two of us were drunk, he broke out sobbing, pouring out to me all his ill-feelings about his father. I could only look at him in all sympathy. One day, Paolo invited me to his house. It was the first time I met Ethel. When Paolo introduced me to her, it was like I was hit by a thunderbolt. I was awestruck to see her. I knew that there was a connection. Paolo noticed it and he didn’t seem intimidated. In fact after that incident, he would always tease me of his mom. So, I courted her. When Paolo and I would be together there was never a time without us talking about the woman we both loved. “So, when are you gonna marry mom, Kuya?” Paulo asked. “As soon as the coast is clear” I answered. “What do you mean ‘coast is clear’? You better hurry up coz I can’t wait to call you ‘Dad’!” “Hahahaha! I’m already your Kuya and now you’re dying to call me Dad? You must first work hard to earn the title of ‘my son’, huh! It’s not that easy.” I teased him. “Don’t you like it? You will have a wife and then, an instant son? It’s more than winning a jackpot in the lottery. And this, if mom marries you, I will adopt you!” “What?!!! Adopt me?!!! Hahahahaha! Are you serious? So the father is now the one being adopted by a... ‘son’? Hahahaha!” “...And why not? I will ask mom to change my family name to yours so everything will all be legal and I will already have a real father. Why not? I’ve known you already, I am very comfortable with you, and I think you will be an excellent Dad!” “Hey! Hey! Hey! ‘Comfortable’ with me as your ‘Kuya’ and gym instructor, ok? But as a ‘Dad’... what are you – a toddler? You are as tall as me, your arms are as huge as mine, and I am not even that old to be your father. And now you want me to be your ‘Dad’?” I shouted mimicking. Then I paused “Hmm, ok, I’ll think about it...” The truth is I was just as excited to be Paolo’s dad as to be his mom’s husband. When I saw Paolo cried one time pouring out on me his longing for a dad, my heart broke. How I wished I could have filled that void in him. But when I met his Mom, I thought I had hit two birds in one stone – to marry the girl of my dream, and to be the “Dad” of my best friend. So, Ethel and I got married and we became one happy family... Everything was just perfect with my newfound family; with Ethel as my wife and Paolo, my adopted son and who, since my marriage with his mom, already called me “Dad”. It was like I could not ask for anything more in my life; everything was just perfect. In the beginning, I felt awkward becoming an instant dad to my best friend, but later, I managed to finally adjust to it. There was a time when Ethel was sent by her company out for a business trip for a week. One night when only I and Paolo were left home, I found him in the living room seemingly in deep thought. In front of him the TV was turned on and on the table was a bottle of whisky. I thought he might have needed a company so I sat beside him, poured some whisky into a glass and gulped it. “Hmmm, it seems that my best friend and son has a problem, huh?” I said arching my right arm over his shoulder. “Would you mind sharing it with ‘dad’?” I mimicked, emphasizing the word “dad”. Paolo just looked at me, smiled and then took another glass of whisky and gulped it. “Hey, is it about your girlfriend, Maila?” I insisted in a serious tone. “No dad, I just want to drink...” was his short answer. Then he took another glass of wine, gulped it, and then another one. “Hey, hey, hey, you are already drunk! Come on I’ll help you to your room. I’m also drunk now so we better call it a day” I said as I laid his arm over my shoulder aiding him to stand. As we reached his room, Paolo hurriedly removed his shirt and lay on the bed. I already turned to leave when he reached for my hand, “Dad, please don’t leave me... please stay with me here” “I have to go to my room, Paolo, it’s where I sleep.” I reasoned “Mom is not around, Dad, so keep me company here, please...?” Paolo pleaded. So I had no choice but to stay, “OK!” I removed my shirt and my pants leaving only my boxer’s short, as I would normally do when I sleep, and then dropped on the bed beside Paolo. After a few minutes, Paolo flipped to my side, his leg arched directly over my crotch. As I was also drunk, my mind thought it must have been Ethel. So I held Paolo’s leg as I shoved my crotch to it. Then Paolo’s hand held my head and drew it towards him. Suddenly I felt his mouth over my mouth as he gripped my body tightly. Paolo was kissing me! Realizing it was Paulo, I tried to free myself out but he tightened his grip. So I stayed put allowing him to do what he wanted. “Anyway, he is just drunk” I said to myself. But as Paolo continued playing his tongue inside my mouth, a tingling sensation overwhelmed me that I felt horny just by the thought that Paulo was kissing me. That was the first time in my life to have been kissed by another man and I could hardly explain the feeling. It was compelling. “Was it the alcohol in me?” My mind screamed. So I kissed Paolo back savoring the unexplainable sensation in that first-time experience. I returned his hugs and caresses and we kissed like two people famished for sensual desires. Then Paolo mounted himself above me, ran his tongue into my face, ears, neck, chest, licking it for some minutes. And when he sucked my nipples, I felt like exploding. He stayed there for another minutes before going down to my navel. I hurriedly pulled down my shorts and almost instantaneously, Paolo slotted in my hard-on into his mouth. I released a deep moan, “Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” as his head oscillated up-and-down my crotch, my hands guiding his head. When I could no longer hold on to the intense stimulation, I rose up, pulled up Paolo into all fours. I shoved down his pants and his brief. My hand reached for a lubricant, poured it into my palm, rubbed it into my hard on. As I entered Paolo from behind, he jerked a bit but continued to mount his butt into my staff. Inch by inch I got in. Paolo released a huge moan, “Arrrrghhhhh! Ohhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!” I ran my hand over Paolo’s body, caressing it while our tongues played together inside our mouths. I pounded him changing from one position to another as Paolo stroked himself, until my pounding intensified and I released my hard on from his behind, positioned it into Paolo’s mouth and exploded. I lay flat on the bed. Paolo kept stroking himself, his mouth sealed mine. My hand reached for his hard-on and stroked it harder and harder until he too reached the summit, splattering his semen over my belly. Then we slept, our arms arched over each other’s chest. It was 7 in the morning when I woke up. My head was heavy and I felt queasy. As I realized I was in another room, my mind flashed back what happened with me and Paolo right in that room the night before. I turned my head to search for Paolo. He was not there. I stood up, collect my shirt, my boxer’s shorts and my pants which were scattered on the floor, and hurriedly headed towards the master’s bedroom. The whole day passed and Paolo still never came home. I was a bit worried of what could have happened. The following night, I again waited hoping that Paolo would arrive. I opened the bar and took a bottle of wine, brought it to the living room. I drank to let loose of the time. The alcohol had already seeped through my system when I heard a knock on the door. It was Paolo. As soon as I opened the door, he immediately headed to his room without even looking at me. Like me, he was intoxicated. “Hey, Paolo, what is your problem? Don’t you know I’ve been waiting for you here all day yesterday and today wondering what had happened to you, ha?” I shouted pissed off by his ignoring me. “And who told you to wait for me? I’m 19 and old enough to take care of myself ok?!” Paulo shouted back as he went inside his room banging the door. “Hey, hey, hey! I’m still talking to you!” I shrieked, followed him to his room and knocked the door hard. “Can’t you even give me some respect as your Dad?!” “O, shut up! You know you are not my Dad!” Paolo said still shouting as he opened the door. “What do you want?” Pointing my finger to him and emphasizing every word at the peak of my voice, “First of all, it’s you who wanted me to be your dad, and to use my name, ok? And second of all, being your mom’s husband, I should know what the hell is happening here, do you understand?!!! “Well, sir, you must have forgotten that this is Mom’s house, ok? And you are only a hanger-on here, do you know that? You are a great hanger-on!!!” As if I had a mental blackout with what I heard and the next thing I knew was that I gave Paolo a few hard jabs in the face. Paolo fell into the floor, his face burst and his nose bled. But he did not fight back. He remained lying on the floor, wiped his bleeding nose, his tears fell down his cheek. When I saw Paolo in that state, I was doused with cold water. I crouched in front of him, hugged him pleading, “I’m sorry bro, I didn’t mean to hurt you. What happened to you? You are so different now; you are no longer the Paolo whom I knew; who was jolly, playful and who used to respect and idolize me. What happened to our friendship? What have I done wrong???” I said tears rolling down my face. (To be continued) Paolo - Part 2 (My Friend's Love Story) by: mikejuha Paolo continued to sob and wipe his tears, looked at me and screamed, “Ok, dad, hit me some more, kill me if that is what makes you happy! I don’t want to live anymore!!!” I was dumbfounded. “Paolo, I just want to know what’s bothering you. If you can’t talk it over with me as a son, then talk it over with me as the friend that I knew of you. I haven’t changed a bit, Paolo. I’m still the same person whom you knew from the start.” I waited for him to reply. But Paolo didn’t seem to hear any word. “OK, if you don’t want to talk, it’s alright. I won’t bother you. But remember, I’m just here.” I said as I stood up and left. After I went out and closed the door, I heard Paolo’s scream inside his room. “Arrrggggggghhhh! Arrrggggghhh! Arrrrggggghhh!” then thuds and sounds of slammed objects. He was hysterical. I rushed back to his room and opened the door. His room was messed up. Upon seeing me, he screamed on top of his voice, “I hate you Dad, I hate you! I hate everybody! I don’t want to see all of you anymore! Leave me alone! Arrrggghhhhh!” and tore his hair. I went straight to him, gripped tightly his body, “What seems to be the problem, Paolo, tell me.” I coaxed, he was still frantic. After a few minutes, he lay his face on my shoulder and sobbed there like a kid, his body trembled. My left hand reached for his hair, caressed it and wiped the tears from his eyes and the remaining few specks of blood from his face. ”Dad, I don’t know what is happening to me. The first time I met you I felt different. I thought I just admired you but later on it seemed the feeling was deeper. I wanted to see you always, to talk to you, to be with you... It is the reason why I was happy you married my mom because it would mean I will see you all the time. But every time I see you and mom together, something in me hurts...” I was a little bit confused by Paolo’s revelation but I didn’t show it. I told myself that anyone could experience the same feeling with someone one admires, or looks up to, especially in the case of Paolo who, since childhood, had been deprived of a fatherly love and affection. And I thought he just needed me to fill that void. “Ok, so what seems to be the problem now? I want you too, Paolo, as a friend, a brother, and a son. I want to be there always for you. Yeah, I do. And even if it’s only the alcohol working in you now, I hope you will remember that always.” I said still my hands wrapped around him. “I’m not intoxicated, Dad!” Paolo protested raising his voice and continued, “You don’t understand a bit, Dad, you will never understand... And with what happened to us the other night, the more I want to avoid you and you to leave me alone!” He paused for a while, releasing himself from my grip. “So, it’s what has bothered you all along – that stupid thing that had happened to us the other night? Wow, Paolo... anything can happen between friends, you know that! It’s no big deal, man. We were both drunk and I didn’t even think about it. Just forget it, ok?” I demanded. “That’s the problem, Dad... no matter how hard I try, I can’t get it out of my system; I can’t get you out of my stupid mind! Please just leave me alone, Dad, please go.”. “I’ll be going to bed now...” as he sat at the edge of his bed, removed his shirt giving me a poignant look. “No, Paolo, not unless you tell me what you meant by ‘you can’t get me out of your mind’. I need an explanation!” I said in an air of seriousness looking straight into Paolo’s eyes. As I looked at Paolo, it was like I just met him for the first time. It seemed that my intoxication had vanished and my eyes could only admire his immaculate face, his dark and pronounced eyebrows, nice set of teeth, red beautiful lips and long pointed nose. His eyes seemed to speak; his hair, clean-cut, pampered with gel, looking really clean and fresh. On his muscled chest were soft hairs aligning down to his six-pack abs and navel. Like me, he was in great shape too. “So, you want to know the truth.” He paused for a while and continued. “Ok... what happened to us the other night? I planned it. And I wanted it. But I know you were only forced to do it. I knew you did it with me only because you were drunk. I knew you did not like it. And I am angry with myself. I am ashamed, I am angry with you... I screwed up everything! So please leave me alone, ok? I’m going to bed now, excuse me Dad. Good night!” as he escorted me to the door. I did not answer. My mind was transfixed on what Paolo had said, that “I did not like what we did and that he was ashamed of himself”. Something in me grumbled; whether I wanted to prove something or I was slighted by what he said. When I reached the door, I turned around. Paulo was a bit puzzled. I removed my shirt and tossed it on to the air. I unbuckled my belt, pulled it out and dropped it. I unbuttoned, unzipped my fly and shoved my pants down the floor. I pulled down my boxer’s shorts, threw it haphazardly, leaving me totally naked, my private part exposed and dangled in between my thighs. Then I stood still by the doorway facing him. I did not say anything. I just stared at him wanting for his reaction. Paolo could only look at me in disbelief seeing me in that position, his eyes widened and his lips seemingly to break into laughter. “What are you doing? What stupidity are you up to, Dad?” I looked at him with my face at the breaking point of laughter. Paolo and I suddenly laughed out loud. “You remember when we were just friends and used to go to the shower together after our workout? Both of us were naked and we didn’t mind anything a bit. Now since you have messed up your room, why can’t we just run around here, mess it up some more, and go crazy? Alright!!!” as I hurriedly leaped onto Paolo’s bed and jumped off using it as a trampoline. Stunned, Paolo immediately removed his pants too and his brief and joined me. We were like two innocent naked people doing childish and crazy stuffs together, releasing the tension, the pressures inside and pumping our adrenalin. We ran playing catch around his room; we threw objects at each other; we yelled and laughed out loud, we wrestled, we smashed our bodies against each other testing our strengths until we became tired and, panting, lay flat side by side on his messed-up bed, our arms arched over each other’s chest, his room looked like a tornado hit it. Then silence. I flipped to Paolo’s side, arched my leg over his legs, gave him a nasty grin, played my fingers on his belly, and looked him in the eyes. Paolo must have noticed something so he turned his head to avoid contact with my eyes removing my arm and leg from his body, “Dad... I am really going to sleep now, please go to your room.” But, as if I did not hear anything, I lay still. So Paolo continued, “Dad, please leave me now; I am sleepy.” Still, I did not move. Raising his voice a little bit, “Dad, please don’t do this to me... don’t make me screw up again, don’t make me do something which I know you would regret later on, don’t make me... hhmmmfffpptt!” was Paolo’s last word as I sealed my mouth into his, gripped his body hard, his eyes widened in total astonishment. Paolo struggled to release himself from my grip but each time he moved, the more I hardened my grip. So he lay still feeling the touch of our skins, my tongue played inside his mouth. I mounted myself on top of him. When I felt that he had allowed me freely to do my stuff, I run my lips over his chest, his nipples... I felt Paolo’s hard-on with my hand and stroked it as I continued playing my lips over his navel. Later, Paolo pushed my head down, and so I licked his staff for a while then slotted it into my mouth and maneuvered it. I admit that having done it for the first time, I felt awkward. I wanted to throw out, my spit oozed out and I didn’t know if I did it right. But as Paolo’s hands manipulated my head, and hearing his deep moan, “Ahhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh! Yes, Dad, yeah....I like it! Ahhhhhh!” I could not but continue trying my best to do it better and better. My mind screamed in disbelief to have actually done it. For the many women that passed through my hand, or that I did oral contact with, I never felt I could end up doing fellatio and to my step-son! But then again, it was compelling and in spite of the guilt on my mind, the feeling was so intense beyond description; something I’d never felt before. I was so horny and so wet. Then Paolo pulled my legs and mounted his head under my staff and sucked it. I was like floating on cloud nine feeling the sensation of Paolo’s mouth moving it on me, while inside my mouth was his huge hard-on. We were in that position for some minutes before I lay flat on the bed and Paolo took a lubricant, poured it into his palm, rubbed onto his behind and squatted on my crotch initially slowly and carefully. And when the whole length of my hard-on was inside him, Paolo released a huge moan, “AHHHHHHHHHH!” as I maneuvered him from below with the upward-downward motion of my crotch. After some minutes, I let Paolo to lie on his back, bend his legs upward as my arms braced over. Then I entered him, our faces directly facing each other. That was where I intensified my pounding. Paolo stroked himself harder and harder, “Dad... I’m comingggg, I’m coming dadddddddd! Ahhhhhhh!” I sealed Paolo’s lips with my lips as his semen squirted over our chests and bellies. Almost immediately, I felt a surge of my liquid coming out. I removed myself inside Paolo, “Am coming too Paolo, am comingggggg! Ahhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!” stroking my hard-on over Paolo, his left hand supported my butt, his right held my staff as his tongue licked it, his mouth sucked up every drop of my sperm. My mouth reached for Paolo’s mouth, our tongues played with our spit inside, savoring the taste of my semen. Then I licked Paolo’s face, neck, chest, belly tasting our spilled over cum until I licked every part of his body, and my lips searched back for Paolo’s lips. We hugged in total exhaustion; our bodies were wet and slimy all over with the mixture of our sperm, saliva, and sweat. We stayed that way for a couple of minutes, caressing, kissing, hugging... No one said any word. We just felt each other while I relished that different stimulation I only experienced from Paolo. Then I brushed Paolo’s hair with my hand, “Paolo, there is something I would like to say...” “Go ahead, Dad, I’m listening.” Paolo answered softly. “I have to admit, I like what we did... I do.” “I believe you Dad, I believe you.” as Paolo held my head and drew it nearer to him. And then again, our lips were sealed together... (To be continued)