Little Swallow Surprise 12
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Encounter in Barcelona
Encounter in Barcelona predates the Return to Barcelona series and tells the story of how Rafa and Alex met. Rafa tells this version of the story from his perspective. In the last stories, you see how their lives have developed since then.
I was eighteen. I had just finished school in the city and was about to start my engineering studies at the university. I had played soccer at school and was a leader in the school adventure club. I am six feet tall with brown hair and dark brown eyes; very muscular, and my body is tanned.
I moved into my residence at the University in Barcelona. The room was small and was furnished with two beds and two desks at the end of each bed. There were two cupboards alongside the shower wall. I unpacked and took one of the beds. I knew I’d be sharing and was curious to meet my roommate. I fell into a deep sleep and woke up when I heard the door opening. A blond 6' 2" man stood in the doorway with a rucksack and a small bag, the light streamed in from behind him and it took a little while for me to focus.
"Hi, I'm Alex Kroon I think I might just be your new roommate, I'm from New York and I'm doing a post-grad year here".
I stood up and stuck my hand out and shook Alex's hand. His hand was bigger than mine, but soft and warm.
"I'm Rafa, I'm from Barcelona, so pleased to meet you. I guess I'm your roommate".
My heart was racing, Alex was incredible. He looked like a Men's Health model with his curly blond hair and fair-skinned muscular body. I showed him which cupboard to use, and we briefly told each other a bit about ourselves. I found out that Alex had been placed with me because I was fluent in English. I offered to take Alex on a lightning tour of the city to give him a sense of the lay of the land. We shot up Tibidabo Hill, an excellent viewpoint over 500m above the city. Here I showed Alex the harbour, the main beach, the Sagrada Familia, and other landmarks.
Later that evening I took Alex to a tapas bar where we enjoyed the traditional Spanish way of eating. We washed the delicious food down with two beers. Alex asked if we could head back to the residence as he was a bit jet-lagged. He used the shower first and came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist. I noticed that he had very little chest hair, and my eyes drifted toward his crotch area. I stripped down and took my towel into the shower. It felt good to wash the summer sweat off my body. My dick grew hard as I thought of Alex and I tried to focus on other things.
Alex had already put his sleep shorts on by the time I came out of the shower. I finished drying myself off and dropped my towel on the floor. I got a glimpse of Alex watching me. And later Alex told me that is when he fell in love with my ‘perfectly shaped arse.’ Alex stood up and made his way to the shower to hang his towel up when he accidentally brushed into me as he turned around.
"I'm sorry", he said.
"No, problem, you can bump into me anytime" I responded.
Alex spun around and grabbed me, the chemistry just seemed so right. Alex wrapped his hand around my dick and began to wank it slowly. I never resisted. Indeed, I began to respond by working my hand up and down Alex's shaft. Alex spread the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit all over the rest of my spongy head. Our lips locked and we kissed each other deeply, nothing said. Alex and I explored each other's bodies as we stood in the space between our beds.
"I love the way you smell" Alex eventually murmured.
I gently pushed Alex onto his bed and pulled off his sleep shorts. Alex's dick sprang up and stared me in the face. I took his dick into my mouth and gently sucked his head. I stuck my tongue under his foreskin and rolled it over his glans.
Alex squirmed and said: "thank you, thank you."
I moved up and continued kissing Alex. My body was on top of his. Alex pushed me off and went down to suck my dick. I hoped that this relationship would continue like this as long we shared the room.
The sensation was amazing and I whispered:
"I'm coming" and filled Alex's mouth with my cum.
Alex continued sucking my dick until it became much too sensitive for me.
I went down on Alex and sucked him off until he came. I swallowed his cum and moved up to share some of his cum in a kiss.
We kissed for some time, and Alex said: "Thank you, can we do it again?'
I smiled and said nothing, but my eyes said yes.
The next morning, we were up early. It was a very tight squeeze, but we managed to fit into the shower cubicle. We spent a while washing each other under the warm stream of water. Our dicks were rock-hard as we kissed again in the shower. We wanked each other off and then stepped out and into our small room, drying ourselves.
After a quick breakfast in the dining hall, we made our way to some of the sites in Barcelona. The walk in the historic part of the city was impressive and the buildings reflected the grandeur of the age of exploration. A quick trip on the metro took us to the Sagrada Familia, Gaudi's masterpiece. Crowds packed into the basilica area. Alex had always wanted to see the basilica but there was no way we would get inside with these crowds, I suggested that we walk to the beach, which was just over half an hour away.
It was a beautiful day and there were a lot of people on the beach. We walked along to searching for a spot to put our stuff down while we went swimming. There were people playing volleyball on the beach while others just soaked up the afternoon sun. The water was refreshing, and we were able to touch and explore each other's bodies once we in deeper. We both had erections and enjoyed stroking each other. Once we were back on the beach, we shared stories about our growing years and our families. Alex told me about the first time that he played with another boy's dick:
“I was nine at the time. I was in the backyard shed with Ricardo, my neighbour. Ricardo and I were trying to fix my bike chain. I was on my knees, and he was standing behind me, his body against my back. It was a hot summer day, and the temperatures were sky-high in the shed. We were both only wearing shorts.
His olive-coloured skin looked good, and his wrestling experience showed in his body. I had a bit of a crush on him. Ricardo was rubbing my neck and shoulders and the skin contact felt good. When I stood up, he pulled me towards him and grabbed my dick which stiffened immediately. He held the shaft and asked me if had started wanking yet. I said no and he said he was going to show me how to as he moved his hand up and down my dick. It felt good and I grabbed his boner and did the same. He moved his face closer and began to kiss me deeply and that also felt great. My body shuddered as I had my first climax and Ricardo shot a few globs into my hand, and he took my hand and licked up his cum. That was the first of many encounters in the shed.”
I told him about my first encounter with a boy at the monastery school. I had just arrived, and I was very young, and it happened in the dormitory. After lights out an older boy climbed into my bed with me. He told me to be very quiet and began to fondle my dick. The boy also kissed me using his tongue and placed my hand around his hard dick and quietly told me to move my hand up and down. After a while, I experienced a warm wonderful feeling, and my body shuddered slightly. The boy, Mateo, ejaculated and I got his first taste of cum. Mateo provided me with sex education over the next year until he left to go to high school.
It was getting cooler, and we decided to head back to the university residence. We had supper in the dining hall and got an early night. After another tight shower together, we dried ourselves and made up our bed on the floor. I asked Alex to fuck me.
"Later" Alex replied as they lay facing each other kissing.
I deepened the kiss as he explored Alex's lips and mouth. Alex's hands moved onto my arse as he gently squeezed each cheek. I was ecstatic, I did want to get to know this beautiful boy better. We wrestled for a moment or two before I moved down to suck Alex's pulsing dick. Later Alex lubed up my hole as well as his dick. His head slipped in easily as he pushed it in, and he lay on his side moving in and out.
I cried: "harder.”
It was beautiful, and I was shooting within minutes.
I tightened my arse and Alex gasped: "coming."
We didn't move and Alex lay there for some time holding me close until his dick was soft. We both went to clean up in the bathroom and returned to bed for the night. I was so happy and comfortable and hoped we could do this for the rest of the year.
There were some welcome talks at the university that morning and Alex and I made our way to the main hall. The talks were in Catalan and very little English was used. Alex was pleased that he had me to whisper in English close to his ear. The highlight of the morning was the large buffet tables of complimentary food and wine. That afternoon I took Alex to Park Guell, another one of Gaudi's creations. The gardens were cluttered with tourists as well as traders selling their goods. The house itself was unique with its organic forms, and Alex was thrilled to be there. The view from the balcony was spectacular and understood why the site was chosen. That evening we had dinner at the residence and played some table tennis with some of the other students. We made a formidable doubles team and won a couple of beers on bets. We enjoyed chatting to some Dutch women in the lounge area. Like Alex, they too were on a post-graduate exchange programme.
After a long day, we made our way back to our room. We laughed about our table tennis exploits and spoke about playing a lot more, as it was a good way to meet new people. We were pleased to be alone together again. Alex says that he connected with me and enjoyed my open nature and wicked sense of humour. He loved my accent and said that he couldn't get enough of my engaging smile. He moved closer and we gently kissed. I wrapped my arms around Alex's waist, and we deepened our kissing. Alex slipped his hands into my pants and gripped my hard dick squeezing firmly. I tightened my hug, and I could feel Alex's heart beating rapidly.
We moved our matrasses together onto the floor and made our nest for the night. We stripped and squeezed into the shower and soaped each other up. The water beat down as we moved our hands across each other's bodies. We dried ourselves and began to suck each other off, exploring each other's balls, perineums, and groins. We gently licked the tips of our dicks, as we took each other dicks deeper and sucked each other until each one of us was filling the other's mouth with cum. I quickly moved up so that they could kiss again, and they share each other's cum. We held each other tight, and both were aware other's chests moving as they breathed heavily.
"Alex, I have loved being so close to you. I hope we can go on like this for the rest of the year" I said.
"You bet" Alex replied and squeezed me even tighter.
Early the next morning we made our way to the central station where we caught a train to Montserrat. We would spend a day there and sleep in a youth hostel that night. I had been a chorister at the monastery when I was a boy and wanted to show Alex around. I told Alex that the school is one of the oldest in Europe and that it dates to the 14th century. Once we got to the village below the monastery, we used a funicular to get up to the monastery precinct. It was an impressive place with the mountains forming a spectacular backdrop. We left our backpacks at the guest house and filled our water bottles to begin the five-hour hike.
I explained that the rocks of Montserrat were formed by pebbles bound together by a natural cement of sand and clay. I explained that they were very hard and resistant to erosion:
"Over time, the mountain formed needle-like and varied forms". I went on to explain that locals had given them names and had invented legends to explain their origins.
I told Alex about the schedule at the choir school. It was gruelling and we sang twice a day in the Church. In addition to our music, we also had regular schoolwork and several extramural activities. h.
Once we returned to the youth hostel, we discovered that the room was much bigger than our university residence room and laughed when we saw that the shower was huge and could accommodate both of us with ease. We soaped each other and sensually washed each other's bodies, and we wanked each other off.
Later we had supper in the dining room and shared a bottle of good Spanish wine. That night we moved the two single beds together and kissed passionately while we wanked each other off at the same time. We exploded at the same time and licked the cum off each other's stomachs.
We lay in bed and spoke about the day, and I shared some more stories about my early sexual experiences at school. I told the story about a camping trip where Mateo and I shared a tent and how he was introduced to anal sex. We were hard again, and Alex asked me to lie on my back and to lift my legs. I rested my legs on Alex’s shoulders, as he carefully squeezed his mushroom-shaped head into my arse. The lube allowed him to slip in easily as I giggled. He slowly began to move in and out. An electric sensation flowed through my body every time Alex's cock rubbed against my prostate. Alex came first and I shot my load soon afterwards. Alex leaned down and we passionately kissed. I spooned with Alex and gently ran my fingers through Alex's golden curls.
"Let's get some sleep," Alex suggested.
The next day we visited the museum and the incredible art gallery. We had lunch in the restaurant and made our way back to Barcelona in the afternoon.
Later that evening we got some Chinese takeaways and sat in a park near the university and enjoyed our meal. To celebrate the last night of orientation week we decided to go to a local gay nightclub. We went back to our room stepped into our tight shower kissed and wanked each other off while the warm water washed over us. We got dressed and took an Uber to the club.
We had a fantastic time at the club and enjoyed the energy. We danced non-stop, and at times were a bit wild, at other times they stood holding each other and kissed. At around midnight, we decided to make our way back to our residence. Not far from the entrance of the club, a group of youth armed with knives grabbed us and pushed us up against the wall demanding money. They also made homophobic slurs and roughed us up. Alex's years of martial arts training kicked in, and he instinctively swung around and defended himself against some of the attackers, but he never saw the baseball bat coming from behind. He collapsed on the pavement and blood oozed out of his one ear. There was no movement and I screamed, broke loose, and went to help him.
A small crowd began to gather at the scene, and the gang members ran. Bouncers from the club came running and called an ambulance. Alex's blond hair slowly turned red with blood, and I heard no breathing. An off-duty doctor who had been at the club assessed the situation. The head injury was severe, and he administered CPR until the paramedics arrived. Alex was rushed to the hospital. Some bystanders tried to comfort me as he sobbed uncontrollably and helped me into the ambulance.
The university contacted Alex's parents and the American Consulate helped bring Alex's mother to Spain from the US. The police located the area CCTV footage and were able to arrest some of the perpetrators, including the young man who had hit Alex with the baseball bat. I was in shock for days and thought of Alex every time he saw his empty bed in the room. Unfortunately, I could not visit Alex in intensive care.
I was devastated, but I did get to see Alex before he was repatriated back to the US, and he was still very confused at the time. The doctors were hopeful but said that full recovery would take a long time.
I decided to put my studies on hold for a year and joined a student volunteer programme which sent me to South Africa.
Note
In Chinese culture, the swallow holds a special place and is considered a symbol of good luck and prosperity. They are known for their beautiful song and their ability to build intricate nests.
The swallow is also seen as a symbol of freedom and independence. Its ability to soar through the skies with ease and grace represents the desire for liberation and the pursuit of personal freedom. Swallows are migratory birds that travel thousands of kilometres each year, returning to their nesting sites in China during the spring season. Just as the swallow is not bound by the constraints of the ground, individuals who resonate with this symbolism seek to break free from societal expectations and live life on their terms.